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“What the fuck am I doing?”

ā€œWhat the fuck am I doing?ā€ I think as he thrusts his huge cock deep into my throat. Sure, Iā€™ve done some crazy shit before but nothing like this. Iā€™ve only know him about a month, I know heā€™s got me ā€œon the sideā€ and yet I canā€™t help myself. Heā€™s addictive. As drawn to the vodka bottle as he is, Iā€™m drawn to him.
It all started innocently enough, or at least I thought. We met more than a year ago, having a brief interaction at work ā€“ certainly not anything worth mentioning. At the time I thought he was cute but beyond that, didnā€™t really give him a second thought. Fast forward a year later, and weā€™re communicating once again on a project Iā€™m working on. Starts innocently enough, a few emails back and forth on the project, then a few turning more personal and provocative, and before I know it, Iā€™m having a drink with him after work. One drink turns into two, two turn into three and before I know it my inhibitions are thrown to the wind and Iā€™m making out with him at the bar. Iā€™m not talking about a few innocent kisses; Iā€™m talking about the kind of kisses that rock my core, hardening my nipples, soaking my panties, leaving me squirming on my barstool. The bartender is gawking at us as are frat boys seated behind him. I suspect theyā€™re envious.
But let me fast forward again because itā€™s what Iā€™m doing right now that is both shocking the shit out of me and scaring the hell out of me all at the same time, and yet, I canā€™t stop it; in fact, Iā€™m asking him for more. Back to him thrusting his huge cock deep into my throatā€¦
Believe it or not, we went to bed together last night and nothing happened. Largely due to the considerable quantity of alcohol consumed on both parts and because of a way too serious conversation too late in the evening. We awoke, and despite a little sucking of his cock, not much else happened. But now, here I am a few hours later, gagging on his cock, my eyes watering, and my appetite for his jizz still ravenous.
Iā€™ve never had sex like this before. Iā€™m helpless. Oh sure, itā€™s my place and he doesnā€™t have me tied down and I suspect that I could get out of bed if I really tried. But I donā€™t want to. And itā€™s not enough that I suck his cock; I need him to fuck my face hard and gag me with it. Itā€™s not enough that he spanks my ass; I want welts on it. Itā€™s not enough that he sucks my tits; I want my nipples bitten so hard that I know itā€™s going to be painful to put a bra on later. But this isnā€™t me. At least itā€™s not the me Iā€™m familiar with. Iā€™m a good girl. Not that all my sex has been ā€œvanilla.ā€ But this is out of control, way out of control. Iā€™ve never wanted to be treated like such a fucking filthy whore before. And itā€™s scaring me but I canā€™t stop myself.
He slaps me across the face, ā€œYou know Iā€™m control here, right? You know youā€™ll get what I think you deserve, not what you want. Do you understand?ā€ Meekly I look up and croak out a sad little ā€œyes.ā€ Iā€™ve already had my black lace panties yanked deep into my crack, my ass spanked, my nipples pinched and twisted, my throat raped. After sucking his thick cock, I begged him to spank me again. He climbed over me, his ass resting on my back, my face buried in a pillow. He asked me if I was ready, and although I thought I was, I wasnā€™t. His hand came down hard, stinging my left cheek. I yelped and squirmed under him. ā€œDonā€™t move!ā€ he tells me as his hand now makes contact with the right. Iā€™ve never been struck so hard before, the pain is exquisite. He firmly spanks my ass again and again, each hit harder than the last. Itā€™s at the point that I canā€™t take it anymore. ā€œPlease, stop.ā€ My voice is weak. I wonder if heā€™s even heard me. But he does, and he stops. He rubs my ass cheeks as if doing so will erase some of the pain. Before he repositions himself on the bed, he takes a closer look at my ass. There are now two distinct markings, not handprints, not red spots, but straight lines there on my left cheek. He examines them carefully, running a finger along the length of each. He tells me about them and tells me he can feel the heat of his spankings on my ass. He tells me he thinks I should be okay.
I canā€™t move. Iā€™m exhausted. There are tears streaming down my face, remnants of last nightā€™s black mascara running down my cheek. He can tell Iā€™ve been to the edge. He can tell Iā€™m scared. He knows Iā€™ve not done this before. And he knows that despite my request to stop, despite the tears, that Iā€™m enjoying it. Gently, he lifts my head in his hands and tells me to put my head on his thigh and take a rest. Iā€™m grateful for the break. I donā€™t know how much more I could have taken. He rubs my head with his left hand while his right hand stokes his cock ā€“ the cock that heā€™s denied my cunt since weā€™ve met. I begin to sob. Iā€™m so fucked up in my head right now. What am I doing? Why does he have such a draw for me? I know heā€™s bad. I know heā€™s fucking at least one other woman. I know heā€™s a drunk. I know he wonā€™t have it any other way than complete domination. And yet, I canā€™t get enough of him. Not only am I willing to allow the domination, I crave it. But why? Iā€™m a good girl. I donā€™t do things like this. I donā€™t know who it is that I become when Iā€™m with him. I lose myself. I become some nasty cock-craving sex slut who canā€™t get enough. I want to be his whore. Heā€™s squeezed my neck in his hands and told me he can hurt me. That scared me as I know he can. The question is, would he? I donā€™t think so but I am taking a chance here. And I know that if I were smart, Iā€™d get over him, get away from him. But I canā€™t. Quite the contrary. Iā€™m drawn like a month to a flame.
After a few minutes of rest, he strongly suggests to me that Iā€™d like to suck his cock again and heā€™s right. Although itā€™s soft he tells me heā€™ll get hard when he wants to and he shoves my head back to his crotch. I take him in my mouth. Itā€™s easy to do when heā€™s soft. Within a few minutes heā€™s rock hard again and heā€™s ramming it down my throat. Itā€™s difficult to take him right now, heā€™s thick and long and his position on the bed is making it really difficult for me to take him as deeply as I know he wants me to. Wanting to please him, I ask if he can point his cock downward so that I can take him deeper. While heā€™s in charge, and constantly reminds of this, he allows me the readjustment. ā€œOpen wide and stick out your tongue.ā€ I do as Iā€™m told and Iā€™m gagging on his girth in no time at all. His hand holds my head firm only his cock. I canā€™t move, I canā€™t breathe, I canā€™t see anything other than his cock plowing its way in and out of my hungry mouth. A few pumps later, he pulls out slowly, and I stare at the string of saliva connecting my mouth to the purple head of his cock. He tells me he thinks I need a break. ā€œGee, ya think?ā€ I wonder to myself, ā€œWhat gave you a clue, the constant gagging? The watery eyes youā€™re now staring into with an intensity that seems almost demonic?ā€ Knowing better, I say nothing aloud, but rather, humbly nod my head in agreement.
He allows me a few minutes to recover and I wonder whatā€™s in store for me next. I know what I want but I also know he wonā€™t give me the load of cum that Iā€™ve been craving for more than a month now. I havenā€™t proven myself deserving enough I suppose. Itā€™s out of my control as he likes to remind me constantly. Feeling a bit bold, I decide to make a request. I know heā€™s still withholding the sweet sensation of his cock buried in my cunt, but I need to feel something down there. My fingers working my clit just arenā€™t doing it. I ask him, ā€œCan you spank my pussy?ā€ This is something Iā€™ve never experienced before and Iā€™m surprised to hear the words coming from my mouth, but they are, loud and clear. He looks at me for a good minute or so before replying. Iā€™m not sure if I surprised him or not. He knows that Iā€™m willing to do all kinds of nasty things for him, with him so maybe I havenā€™t. Maybe the hesitation is just him deciding if Iā€™m deserving enough of having my request realized. He climbs out of bed, stares at me intently and says ā€œIā€™ll do that for you but you have to understand that once I do, youā€™re going to have to get your lazy ass out of bed and take me home. There will be nothing more after that. Do you understand?ā€ Eagerly, I nod my head to indicate that I do. ā€œYouā€™re also going to have to do just as I say. Your panties will stay on. I want you to roll onto your back, hold your legs up in the air, spread so wide that your hips hurt, and I want your knees locked. Legs straight and wide the whole time. Got it?ā€ I nod before assuming the position on my back. He grabs my legs, yanks them up, pushes them wide and jams a hand against each knee cap to lock it into position. My panties are soaked and I want to feel the sting of his hand against my swollen clit but I know better than to ask. In fact, Iā€™m afraid that if I do, he wonā€™t spank me at all. I look at him and heā€™s in his zone. Heā€™s not the nice, cute guy from the office anymore. Heā€™s not the adorable drunk anymore either. Heā€™s not the sweet guy who plays with my hair and kisses my bare shoulders while Iā€™m driving. Nope, heā€™s none of things. Just like me, heā€™s someone else completely different now. That possessive look is back in his eyes. His intensity scares me. His breathing and movements are controlled, even calculated. He yanks a leg back into position, ā€œI said keep your legs straight bitch!ā€ I inhale deeply as I watch him raise his hand, his look intensifying, and I cringe and his hand comes down hard on cunt. The panties do nothing to soften the blow and the sting is incredible. He grabs my ankles and pushes my legs wide again and before I know it, I feel another hot strike to my dripping cuntā€¦

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Welcome to the Jungle

I was 5 years old when I first moved in with my aunt and two cousins. My aunt was a 30 year old single mother who was stuck raising my 14 year old cousin Katya and my 1year old baby cousin Katrina. Since my parents were now dead, she had the addition of taking care of me as well.
The house we all lived in was not very big at all. When I first came here I was put into the basement to live. The ground floor had a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and a closet or two. The floor on top of that was a bathroom, my auntā€™s room (which she shared with Katrina), and Katyaā€™s room. Living in the basement may sound good to some but I was only 5 and it was a small room. It only had a twin size bed where I slept, a night stand, a small dresser, and a few cobwebs. My only source of light was from a small window.
My first week living here wasnā€™t that bad I donā€™t think. I would wake up and go upstairs to have breakfast. My aunt would be sitting on the couch with nothing but a pair of shorts on and little Katrina sucking on one of her nipples.
ā€œWhatā€™s auntie doing with Katrina?ā€ I asked.
ā€œSheā€™s feeding her stupid,ā€ said Katrina from behind the refrigerator door. Katya was only wearing a thin white T-shirt that showed her tummy and barely showed her pink nipples underneath. She was also wearing a pair of pink panties. My family always looked like this around the house. I soon learned that I could walk around the house in nothing but my white briefs and it wouldnā€™t bother anyone.
When school started there was one thing that really stuck out to me: all the black people. Katya had walked me to school and when I first arrived I couldnā€™t believe how many black people there were. From what I saw, me and Katya were probably the only white kids. Katya walked me up to a group of kids and told me that was my class and she would pick me up after school.
ā€œHi, my name is Marcel,ā€ said a kid who walked up to me.
ā€œIā€™m Mikhail,ā€ I told him.
ā€œI never see you around before. You new?ā€
ā€œYup.ā€
ā€œWell anyway,ā€ he said as he looked at some of the other classmates, ā€œwelcome to the jungle.ā€
The bell rang and all the kids started walking into the building. I had no idea what he meant. When school was over Katya picked me up just like she said she would and we started walking the few blocks back home.
ā€œKatya, whatā€™s the jungle?ā€ I asked.
ā€œWhat kind of stupid question is that,ā€ she said.
ā€œSome kid told me ā€˜welcome to the jungleā€™ and I donā€™t know what it means.ā€
ā€œOh,ā€ she said. ā€œHe was talking about the neighborhood. Everyone from around here calls this place the jungle because of all the niggers living here.ā€
ā€œNiggers?ā€ I asked her.
ā€œYeah. Black people. If you didnā€™t notice we live around a whole bunch of black people.ā€
ā€œOh yeah,ā€ I told her.
When we arrived home auntie was sitting at the kitchen table and was looking at some papers. Her blonde hair was put up in a pony tail. She had a tank top on that looked like it was too small for her; maybe her chest was too big for it? I donā€™t know. I just know that it liked like it was really tight cause I could almost see through it.
ā€œOh, home from school?ā€ she said as she looked at us. ā€œKatya, go upstairs and take a bath today. Have Mikhail take one too. You two havenā€™t bathed in a while and today is a good day to do it.ā€
ā€œFine,ā€ said Katya. We both started going upstairs. It wasnā€™t out of the normal to take showers together in my house because we needed to save money. The less water used the more money we would save. I donā€™t know what kind of job my aunt had but it wasnā€™t bringing in too much money and she was very conservative about spending.
Anyway, Katya and I had walked into the upstairs bathroom and closed the door. (There really was no point in closing the door but for some reason we did it anyway). Katya started to unbutton the white, long-sleeve uniform shirt she had to wear for school. She threw it off and started to unbuckle her bra.
ā€œHurry up and get your stuff off,ā€ she told me.
I started to pull of my white polo shirt and went to unbutton my navy blue pants. I pulled them down and was standing in my underwear and socks. Katya had her bra off and was already done pulling down her plaid skirt and was starting to pull down her panties. I pulled down my underwear and also pulled off my socks. She had her panties down and we were both standing there naked. I always thought it was funny looking between her legs cause she was so furry. The blonde hairs there almost match the blonde hair on her head.
We stepped into the tub and the warm water started filling it up. When the tub was full we both sat down and soaked in the water. We sat across from each other. I was almost fully submerged in the water while everything from her nipples up was visible.
ā€œAlright, time to wash you,ā€ she said. I stood up and faced her. She grabbed the soap and started to lather her hands. Then she started to rub all over my body. She started at my neck and moved down to my smooth chest and onto my stomach. She took more soap and started to go down toward my penis. She took two of her fingers and started rubbing all over it. I started to get hard.
ā€œHaha,ā€ she laughed. ā€œLook at that. You must like the touching huh?ā€ She took her fingers and started rubbing my nuts too. I really liked it. She then pulled the skin on the edge of my pecker back and cleaned the inside. It hurt a bit but at the same time I didnā€™t mind.
ā€œTurn around,ā€ she told me. I did what I was told. ā€œBend overā€ I felt her put two of her fingers between my butt cheeks and spread them. Then she took a different finger and poked it right into my hole.
ā€œAhh,ā€ I gasped. She kept poking it in further. I told her it hurt but she didnā€™t stop. She kept going in and out and I could feel myself squeezing her finger to try and keep it out but she kept going. After repeatedly going in and out for a while she stopped.
ā€œThatā€™s how you clean the inside,ā€ she told me. We finished the bath by shampooing our hair, washing herself, and rinsing in clean water. She gave me a towel which I wrapped around myself and went down to my room. I walked awkward cause my butt felt sore.
Later that night, I was in my underwear lying in my bed trying to sleep. The door opened and in came Katya. She had a pair of tight, baby blue panties on and a small little T-shirt that barely covered her thin body. She walked up to the bed and climbed in next to me making it a bit crowded.
ā€œYou really liked it when I touched you in the bath didnā€™t you?ā€ she said as she rubbed my stomach. Her smooth touch started to make me go stiff down there. She moved her hand down into my briefs and started fondling me. I just laid there quiet.
ā€œLet me make this more comfortable,ā€ she said. She got off my bed and through my green blanket onto the floor. She grabbed my underwear and pulled them off my body. I was laying there with my little pecker sticking up. She knelt down and started stroking it again with her fingers.
ā€œYou donā€™t want me to stop do you?ā€ she asked. I shook my head. It felt so good I didnā€™t want the feeling to leave me. I started breathing a little faster.
ā€œHmm,ā€ she said. ā€œI donā€™t think I washed you properly. Let me fix that.ā€ She pulled the skin at the end back unveiling my pink head. She stood up and put her lips over it. It felt so good. She started moving her tongue over it and was rubbing my legs with her hands. She let out a little moan. I held the sheets with my hands and felt my hips moving up.
ā€œYou really like this,ā€ she said. She started stroking me again and put one of her fingers in her mouth. She reached under me into my butt. She rubber the hole and started to push her finger in.
ā€œAhh,ā€ I let out. My hips hunched up high and my cheeks tightened. My body felt right back onto her finger forcing it inside. It hurt so much. She was still stroking my penis with the other hand and that felt great. I was having all these feelings rushing me. The feeling of her fingers touching my stiff little pecker, her other finger plugged up tight in my butt hole, and another feeling building up in the pit of my stomach. I arched my head back and started breathing hard.
ā€œThere you go,ā€ she said. ā€œHave that little orgasm. You know it feels so good.ā€ She kept her finger deep within my hole as I was orgasming. When I calmed down she took it out and stopped storking me. She started walking away and went upstairs. I laid there tired and started drifting to sleep.
The next day Katya walked me to school and walked me home again. She didnā€™t mention the other night. When we got home my aunt told us that she was going out for a few hours and would be taking Katrina with her.
By the time auntie left Katya had already called a bunch of her friends to come over. My aunt had a strict policy of never having people over our house. So, whenever she went out, Katya would take advantage. Within half an hour of my auntie leaving, five black kids came over. They were all about 15 or 16. Within another hour eleven kids were here. They were all drinking beer and smoking what I thought were cigarettes. The smell bothered me so I made my way downstairs.
ā€œMan, fuck you!ā€
ā€œNo fuck you you stupid bitch!ā€
A black girl wearing jeans and a bra and her shirt in her hands stormed passed as I was walking downstairs. When I got to my room I saw a black kid maybe 16 years old sitting on my bed. He was only in a pair of red checkered boxers. He was really muscular. He had six pac abs and tight pecs. You could see the arm muscles he had without him even flexing.
ā€œWho the fuck is you?ā€ he said looking at me.
ā€œUmmā€¦ummā€¦this is my room,ā€ I told him. I felt scared being downstairs with him.
ā€œItā€™s a shitty ass room man,ā€ he said. He stood up and through the hole in his boxers I could see his penis sticking out. It was huge! When I thought about it compared to mine it was way longer. It was also black like the rest of his body. The tip was purple and it was covered in skin like mine.
ā€œUmm, your pecker is out,ā€ I told him, pointing at it.
ā€œYeah I know, what of it,ā€ he said agitated. He looked tired but I donā€™t know if he was.
ā€œMy stupid bitch of a girlfriend wouldnā€™t let me fuck her so it left my cock all hard.ā€
I just looked at him not knowing what to do.
ā€œYou know what?ā€ he said. He rushed up to me and grabbed me. He lifted me up and threw me onto my bed. ā€œYou may not have a tight pussy,ā€ he said as he pulled my pants and underwear down, ā€œbut I know you have a nice tight ass.ā€
I tried to crawl away but couldnā€™t. He held me down tight. I was on my stomach and he stuffed my face into the bed. I heard him spit and felt wetness in my crack. He started to spread it about inside.
ā€œI donā€™t know if youā€™ll enjoy this,ā€ he said, ā€œbut I know my cock will.ā€ He grabbed my hips with both of his hands and lifted them up. I felt him starting to insert his penis. His head began spreading my hole. I groaned as his large black monster of a penis was invading my butt. I started really screaming as he started shoving it in farther.
ā€œYeah baby you really are tight,ā€ he said. The he thrusted his hips forward.
ā€œAhhh,ā€ I screamed. My eyes started to tear and I clenched my teeth. I felt myself stretch so much. I kept letting out little screams as his penis was destroying my insides. He squeezed my hips as he thrusted again. I could feel the rough flesh being thrusted far within my smooth hole. I kept squeezing the sheets tightly to embrace for each thrust.
ā€œYeah, you like this sock donā€™t you,ā€ he said. ā€œYa tighter than any of my girlfriendsā€™ pussies and none would make my 9ā€ cock feel this good.ā€ He kept thrusting so hard. It didnā€™t feel like the whole thing was going in but it was enough to make me shake and want to throw up. He let out a grunt and made a powerful thrust as I felt myself getting filled with warmness. He stopped thrusting and pulled his penis out. I felt some of the gooey warm stuff drip out of my butt. He let me go and I laid out on the bed.
ā€œThat was a nice fuck little bitch,ā€ he said. I looked at him through teary eyes and saw him wipe the white stuff onto my sheets. He threw on his pair of jeans, grabbed his shirt, and went upstairs closing the door.
I tried to climb out of my bed but couldnā€™t. I was hurting so much. I felt like I was throbbing on the inside. I tried to look at my butt and saw white stuff and blood dripping out and smeared a bit on my sheets. I put my face in my pillow and started to cry from the pain. This was my worst experience in The Jungle.

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Bridal Shower

This is my first time putting any thing like this in writing. I’ve always been sexuly active sence my tenth birthday when a cousin nailed me in the barn at my dads sisters house.
The names have been changed but the bulk of this is what happen to me.
Chapter 1 (Bridal Shower)
It was the last day of my freshman year of high school and some of my girlfriend’s had planed a bridal shower for me. It was set to be held at the church fellowship hall an hour after school let out. My mom, thirty-eight, five foot ten, one-hundred-forty-five pounds, thirty-six D, and I arrived a few minutes ahead of time. At the time I was five foot eight, one-hundred-thirty pounds, thirty-six C at the time.
Mom had arrangements with Mike, who was married to one of my cousins and twenty-seven at the time to take our wedding pictures.
My girlfriend’s were already in the fellowship hall when mom and I entered. I also saw Brenda, the preachers wife, and Carol, Chuck’s wife along with their husbands. All the gifts from my girlfriend’s were teddies and baby doll nighties. I had forgotten about the two ladies husbands being there until Brenda ask if I enjoyed the party. I told her I did have a great time. She said that she some laundry to do but would see me in the morning. Carol came over to mom and me as we were about the leave saying, ā€œYou can start calling me Carol and my husband Chuck and welcome to the WA’s,ā€ then winked. It would a few months later before I learned what the ‘Club’, as Chuck put it, and the ‘WA’s’ as Carol put it. Mike all the while was busy taking pictures of me with each gift.
When mom and I got back to the house dad just had to see what all I got at my party. ā€œO daddy, it’s just a lot of sleepwear.ā€ I tried to play it off. He keep insisting so I began holding them up in front of me. This just wasn’t good enough for my dad, he wanted me to model for him. At mom’s insistence I finally gave in. I picked the boxes and started to my bedroom to change but was stopped by my mom. As I began to undo the buttons of my blouse, dad picked up his video camera to film me. Mom had given it to him the proceeding Christmas and he would tape any thing and every thing.
ā€œDaddy, please don’t don’t do that.ā€ with my blouse open he had a clear shot of my bra.
Dad kept filming despite all my efforts to convince him that I didn’t want to be taped. All of my attention at the time was directed on my dad when mom said, ā€œWe have another surprise for you sweetie,ā€ she sat there next to dad with her hand on the upper part of his jeans and a huge grin on her face. At this point I was standing in front of my parents in just my bra and panties.
My eyes darted between my parents, wondering if what was going through in my head was true. Was she fixing to have my on father take me. Mom worked in a plant in a town some forty miles away so it was left up to dad to bathe my sister and me before mom got home. I can remember him being in the tub with us up to the time I was five or six. My sister is seven-years-older than me so I don’t recall if dad was ever in the tub with her. She told me later that the three of us would bathe together until I was almost three. After that she had gotten to big for all of us to fix in the tub at the some time. Dad didn’t seem to take much notice of moms hands as he kept his attention trained on me.
I was so enthralled as mom ran her hands over the crotch of dads jeans I was completely oblivious to the fact that I was being watched from behind. As I focused on moms
hands I was brought back to my senses as I felt my bra being unhooked. As I turned my bra fell to the floor leaving my nipples completely exposed. There before me was Randy, the boy who I was dating for over a year. He planted a kiss on my lips as he ran a hand inside my panties and fingered me. At the end of the kiss, Randy knelt in front of me and slid my panties down and off.
As Randy began tonguing my pussy, mom had an impish smile, ā€œYour dad and I wanted to do something special for you before you become a married woman baby,ā€
I was in a state of arousal as my boyfriend ate me out in front of me parents and the fact he wasn’t my fiance just added to my arousal. All I could manage was a few moans
I barely heard my moms words, ā€œCome on Ed, my pussy is in need of a good fucking. Good night you two, we’ll see you in the morning.ā€
On my parents headed to their bedroom, mom stopped next to randy. As on cue, Randy lifted moms skirt exposing bare pussy. Without hesitation he began licking her.
ā€œI’ll be in our bedroom honey when you’re are ready.ā€ With that, dad left mom behind.
Mom widen her stance giving Randy better access as she leaned over to me and whispered, ā€œHe’s so good with his tongue.ā€ Mom unzipped her skirt letting it fall down over Randy. I stood there watching as his hands slid up under her blouse only coming to a stop as they cupped her bra. Without a wood she unbuttoned her blouse a pink half cupped bra. It didn’t take Randy long to slid moms blouse off and have her bra unhooked. It was then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Dad was standing by his bedroom door in only his boxers and video camera in hand. When I looked back at mom, she was naked and she had Randy jeans and underwear down and his cock in her mouth. Randy let out a moan as he shot a load down her throat. It was a strange filling watching my boyfriend as he fucked my naked mother and the fact dad had the whole thing on tape had me so hot and wet. Once he filled moms pussy she joined dad in her bed leaving Randy and I to our on devices.
Randy and I spent the next hour or so fucking and sucking with him completely covering me from head to toe, inside and out, with his sweet, sticky cream. Randy joined me in the bathe. The doors to the bathroom and my parents bedroom are straight across from each other and open with a clear line-of-sight from their bed and the tub. Once he finished washing my body, Randy joined me in my bed.
I was awaken the next morning by Randy slipping his cock into my pussy. Mike was already at the house to take the pre-wedding set of photos consisting of Randy and in bed to me fully dressed. Mike two different sets of photos, the first set he gave me, my mom and my husband’s mom contained only the normal type wedding shots, bride and groom, bride and groom with their parents and so on. The second set was only given to my mom. This set not only included the ones of Randy fucking me at the house, there were a number of shots of me at the church with different men. One photo was with twin cousins of mine holding my dress up exposing my panties. One was with my dad holding my dress up kissing me and my panties down with my grand father tonguing my pussy. There were shots of me and a number of the men in the church including the preacher with me pantie-less. My husband nor his family were aware of of the fact that the nude photos existed or that I was still seeing my boyfriend.

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Flipping the Switch

Heā€™s sitting there, telling me about Coreyā€™s recent visit to the vet and Iā€™m wondering to myself how it is that he turns the switch off and on so effortlessly. Itā€™s almost as though heā€™s two different people. And itā€™s not a matter of when heā€™s been drinking or not, he can do it pretty anytime, anywhere, without any thought. ā€œYeah, Abbey didnā€™t go this time so it was a lot easier than last. Corey was a trooper with his shots,ā€ heā€™s rambling and all I can think about is how I hope heā€™ll dick whip me later with his massive cock. For now though, Iā€™ll keep listening and catching glimpses of his sexy eyes as we drive across the bridge in the rain. Looking at him, you wouldnā€™t suspect that he loves to dominate in the bedroom. But then again, looking at me, you probably wouldnā€™t suspect that I love the helpless, submissive feelings that run through me like a live electrical line when Iā€™m around him.
Itā€™s a long drive to my place due largely to short traffic and the rain but finally we get there. Heā€™s been here before and Iā€™m glad that he makes himself at home, immediately heading to the fridge. ā€œCan I make you a drink?,ā€ he asks as he pours himself a shot of vodka. ā€œSure, Iā€™ll have a vodka and pomegranate,ā€ I reply reaching around him to take a glass from the cabinet. Pressing my tits against him, I inhale his scent deeply. ā€œDamn, he drives me wild,ā€ I think to myself. He knows what I crave, and itā€™s not the drink. He turns around, pulls me into him, pressing my head to his chest. His left hand firmly grasps the back of my head, holding it against him and with his right hand he reaches for the hem of my black dress, yanking it upwards over my hips. In one swift motion he steps away from me, pushes me down so that my cheek is pressed against the kitchen counter, the chilled vodka bottle millimeters away from my nose.
ā€œListen carefully, I know what you want. And I canā€™t say that I blame you. But you have to learn that youā€™ll get what I want you to get, when I want you to get it. You either learn to behave yourself or you run the risk of not getting anything at all. Understand? ā€ At the exact moment I utter ā€œUh huh,ā€ I feel the hot sting of his hand against my ass. I grasp the counterā€™s edge, holding on tight, knowing that he rarely stops with one hit, and that each one comes down with a greater fury than the last. I also suspect that heā€™s smiling behind me, knowing that I wonā€™t dare cry out, lest the neighbors hear me. How it is that they donā€™t hear the deafening sound of the cracks to my ass is beyond me. Biting my bottom lips, I begin counting the spankings in my head, ā€œtwoā€¦. threeā€¦. Fourā€¦. Five, ouch that one really stungā€¦ā€¦.. sixā€¦ Whoa!, Now thatā€™s different.ā€ Heā€™s taken the chilled bottle and pressed it firmly against my ass to take away some of the heat from his firm spanking. ā€œNow, what did you say youā€™d have to drink?ā€ he casually asks. As he opens the fridge I pull myself together. There goes that switch. Heā€™s done toying with me for now. He proceeds to pour himself another shot, makes me a drink, grabs a beer and before leaving the kitchen he gives me one of those sensitive, deep, wet kisses that soak my panties and confuse the hell out of me. ā€œHow the hell does it do it?ā€ I wonder following him into the living room.
Heeding his words, I donā€™t push him for anything over the next few hours. Instead, I just take him. Heā€™s relaxed, drink in hand, stereo on, feet up on the couch. Heā€™s been talking for a while about his friendā€™s place which apparently, is a bit of a shithole. Iā€™m stretched out on the sofa, facing him and heā€™s softly, and I suspect unconsciously, rubbing my feet and ankles while he talks. His touch is so soft, almost feathery. I try not to show any reaction to his touch but itā€™s difficult as any touch of his sends an electrical current shooting through my veins. And Iā€™m secretly hoping that when I get up thereā€™s not a stain on the sofa from my soaking pussy. The panties are absolutely no good now ā€“ hell, they were soaked when I picked him up hours ago. Lost for a moment in this thought, I donā€™t register his voice when he asks, ā€œI need another drink. You want anything while Iā€™m up?ā€ He squeezes my ankle firmly and says ā€œWhere the hell are you? Did you even hear me talking about Greg?ā€ I look up at him, ā€œOf course! ā€œ
While heā€™s in the kitchen draining the vodka bottle, I quickly stand and give a quick glance to the sofa. ā€œWhew! No stains, thatā€™s good.ā€ Hearing him rustling around in the cabinets I decide to clean up a little. In the bathroom I run a wad of toilet paper through my slit, soaking up the creamy juices that have been accumulating. One swipe wonā€™t do it so I grab another fistful and wipe again. Iā€™d love to take these wet panties off but I know better. He hasnā€™t told me I can, so I better not. I look at myself in the mirror as I flush the toilet. ā€œWhen did you become such a slut? Why do you let him treat you the way he does? Correction! Why do you want him to treat you the way he does? You never liked to be told anything before. Shit, if anyone politely asked you suck their cock before youā€™d probably say no, just to tease them. And yet with him, you canā€™t get enough you dirty cocksucker.ā€ I shake my head not having any answers and I head back out to the living room.
Heā€™s turned off the lights and lit a few candles. I also noticed that heā€™s shut the vertical blinds. Thatā€™s a good sign. Heā€™s not sitting on the sofa now. Instead, heā€™s positioned himself on the big velvet chair. ā€œGet down on your knees and come over here.ā€ I see him reaching for his zipper and I suspect heā€™s finally going unleash his cock. Slowly, I crawl over to him and Iā€™m thinking heā€™s finally going to let me suck on his thick meat. ā€œI donā€™t want to look at you, you hungry whore. Turn around! Put your elbows up on the coffee table and stick that ass high in the air for me!ā€ I scurry into position, and again he beats my ass. The sting brings tears to my eyes. Heā€™s a master when it comes to spankings. Iā€™ve been playfully spanked once or twice before by other guys but he has it down to punishment as an art form. He elects not just to spank the fleshy, round curve of the ass cheek but also, just below the curve of the ass – right on that invisible line between the ass cheek and the upper thigh. Thatā€™s what hurts the most. Those are the hits that take me to the edge and make me fearful that one of these days heā€™s not going to listen when I cry out to him, begging him to stop, between my sobs and gasps for air.
Fortunately, this time he does hear me and he does listen. He stops, stands and sits down on the coffee table in front of me. He can see that heā€™s pushed me further than he has before and he can see that Iā€™m about to break. He holds my head in his lap and he runs his fingers through my thick hair. He knows this isnā€™t easy for me. He knows he scares me. He knows Iā€™m taking risks with him, with myself. He knows Iā€™m struggling with wanting it and having it. ā€œOh baby, itā€™s okay. You know youā€™re just scared. You know I wonā€™t hurt you. And most importantly, you know you want it.ā€ He lifts my head so that Iā€™m looking at him, staring into those intense eyes. ā€œYouā€™re a sexy woman. Why you have difficulty in grasping that I donā€™t know. But you are. And you bring this on yourself. ā€œ He stands, unzips, drops his jeans and yanks out his cock. ā€œNow suck it bitch.ā€
He grabs my hair with one hand, and wraps the other around his shaft. ā€œOpen wide and stick your tongue out.ā€ I do as Iā€™m told, opening wide, but he doesnā€™t feed it all to me. Instead, he teases me, giving me just the head, slapping it against my tongue, or striking me across the cheek with the rock hard shaft. I can see a few drops of pre-cum on the tip and Iā€™m anxious to taste him. Despite his firm grasp on the back of my head, I manage to lick his swollen head and get that taste of what Iā€™ve been craving. Rather than being pleased, heā€™s pissed and I feel his hand strike my cheek hard. This startles me but before I can even react, heā€™s ramming his cock down my throat. He fucks my face, first hard and fast and then slowing down a bit, guiding the shaft in and out of my hungry throat, allowing me to register my pleasure with soft moans. I try to stroke his head with my tongue but itā€™s near impossible, given that he likes to bury himself deep in my throat. When he finds that spot, he gives a soft moan himself and orders me, ā€œDonā€™t move.ā€ He gags me, my eyes welling up, struggling to catch my breath. He pulls out only long enough to me to gasp for air before jamming it in again and again and again.

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