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Perfect Wife – Diary of a bad time

Perfect Wife – Diary of a bad time
8-9 Aug 2009
I was in a central Manchester hotel celebrating a business success with my husband Paul. Weā€™d had a bottle of wine with our meal then headed to the bar where we downed a couple of shorts before ordering champagne. Paul doesnā€™t drink much so I was feeling pretty good after two vodkas and most of the wine and bubbly.
I blame the alcohol; it made talk about how I longed for my ex loverā€™s big hard dick right now. My husband had set me up for an affair with a beautiful man who Iā€™d loved for over three years; he was the one who had taught me what real sex was. He is the father of one of my twins and second father to the other. The affair had recently ended but he still visits at least once a week to see the twins or take them away for the weekend.
The champagne was empty so I went to the bar to order a couple of coffees before we retired. Another customer asked if I wanted a drink. “No Thanks Iā€™m with my husband”.
He followed me back to our table and ignored my husband while blatantly coming on to me. Paulā€™s look told me that if I wanted to take this guy to bed heā€™d be ok with it. I didnā€™t really fancy him though, he was trying too hard, he was much too young, in his early twenties and he was too short and not particularly good looking. I tried to be polite by introducing Paul and displaying the rings on my left hand hoping heā€™d get the hint.
He took it as a hint to stay, the coffees came and he edged onto my seat pushing me along, he introduced himself as Mike. Although he was pushy he was a good conversationalist, his dialogue was aimed more at me but he began including Paul. He owned some web sites, which is a direction we were just beginning to explore so we grilled him about promoting our business online.
The cheeky bastard began stroking my thigh under the table. I moved to nudge him away but could see the excitement in Paulā€™s eyes so I hung back. Encouraged he slid his hand further and further up my thigh, his fingers were under my skirt hem now and I was a little tense as he crept towards my panties. This shouldnā€™t be happening in public, it shouldnā€™t be happening at all and again I was on the verge of protesting when Paul excused himself ostensibly to go to the toilet. I think that was an excuse so Mike could make more headway ā€˜getting his hand inā€™ so to speak.
The moment Paul had turned his back Mike was all over me. One arm pulled me toward him, he planted his mouth on mine and he pushed my skirt up my thighs and pushed his hand down between my legs. My god this was so embarrassing, people could see what was happening but even as I went to push him away my knees parted.
He slid aside my panties and began teasing my pussy lips, easing them apart with his fingers and stroking his thumb over my clitoris. His mouth covered mine, his tongue probing, pushing and darting between my lips and flicking my tongue. His other arm was right over my shoulder, his hand down my blouse and fondling my breast. I know what Paul wanted but I really wasnā€™t sure that this should go any further, then he pushed a finger inside me.
I gasped and then again when a second finger followed and he massaged my vagina and clitoris. Heads turned when he said in voice loud enough for people sitting close by to hear “Thatā€™s a sweet juicy cunt just begging for some nice black dick, loose your hubby and weā€™ll do something about it”.
Many eyes followed Paul as he returned so when he sat down there were quite a few people watching and expecting fireworks. We had just about everyoneā€™s full attention, Mike was still groping me, one hand causing devastation between my legs, the other stroking my breast, he broke the kiss and turned his head to Paul and said “you wait here, your wife and me are going for a fuck”.
The embarrassment was both much worse and much more exciting than that first time in a motorway car park as for the second time in our live I walked away from Paul with a stranger. This time at least 16 people knew exactly why I was leaving with Mike. My heart pounded and my stomach fluttered as I walked out of the bar. His hand caressed my bum and he held the moist fingers of his other hand under his nose as people watched our departing backs.
The way he acted, the way he was treating me left me with the impression he was not a particularly nice man and for some reason that made me desperately want him. In the room we kissed and fondled and I was getting very hot, wet and excited. As I began to undo his trousers he said ” I donā€™t use condoms, you got a problem with that?” When I said yes he began to walk to the door and said, “Up to you”. God I was so excited and needed his dick right then. Iā€™ve never felt like that before, I blame the alcohol but the thought of missing a fuck with him had my heart thumping and a terrible a sensation of loss swelled in the pit of my stomach.
I donā€™t remember but I must have called him back because he turned with a grin on his lips and slid his pants down until his dick sprung up, hard and erect. Over the last three years I had twice played being a prostitute and what I learned then told me that Mikeā€™s dick was about average. He was probably a couple of inches longer, maybe a bit more than Paul was, but tiny compared to my ex and minuscule compared to his friend Ahmeed. Iā€˜m comparing dicks like a size queen. Donā€™t misunderstand, it was the alcohol making me feel that way. I know that Iā€™d been very lucky with my ex, heā€™d spoiled me and my husband is a fantastic lover now, heā€™s learned an awful lot over the past few years and meets most of my needs – honestly. He just doesnā€™t give me that completely fulfilled feeling that my ex had always managed.
Mike had not been circumcised which disturbed me a little. I am not very worldly as far as men go, Iā€™d only ever had ā€˜unprotectedā€™ sex with five men in my life, all but my husband in the last three years. Only one had not been circumcised, that was the night I conceived so I was not in a state to care. My two early experiences and two nights prostituting myself didnā€™t count because they wore condoms.
We kissed and fondled each otherā€™s nakedness. With a gentle pressure he pushed me to my knees. His foreskin was pulling tightly with about a quarter of the damp head poking through the sleeve of tight skin. I took his erect dick in my hand and it just slid back and rolled over his corona to expose a damp head that reeked of concentrated man. If heā€™d been clean things would have been wonderful but I hesitated when I noticed a white crust. I went to scrape the grunge away but he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed his dick into my mouth. The thought of that putrid muck in my throat was making me feel quite sick.
That distasteful moment soon abated as I got used to his powerful taste, I began to feel excitement again and work my magic with my mouth. The alcohol made me long for him, his actions made me feel so slutty and naughty and my embarrassment downstairs, so hot and the fact that he was someone Iā€™d only met twenty minutes earlier made me feel really wicked.
Stupid, given the prevalence of STDā€™s and what I thought to be unhygienic penile habits but we fucked bareback, he came inside me and held himself there until his dick began to shrink and he withdrew. It was not as memorable as Iā€™d hoped and I was disappointed, his style was fuck hard and blow seed rather than loving. He didnā€™t make me cum, he didnā€™t have the recuperative powers of my ex and I didnā€™t feel fulfilled.
Mike didnā€™t want Paul in the room and he was getting quite offensive. “Iā€™ll put buckets of nigger baby batter up that juicy white cunt of yours tonight but I ainā€™t fucking no slut wife with her husband watching, fuck him ā€˜till morning”. He was scaring me and I told him I was not going to leave Paul out. Mike looked very angry and I was getting more frightened, bravely I told him to go, he shrugged and agreed to let Paul come up.
The next morning while Paul was taking a shower Mike and I fucked again before we vacated the room. I donā€™t see three fucks as the promised ā€˜buckets of baby batterā€™ so I guess his comment was an exaggeration or maybe I expected more than he was able to give.
On the way down in the lift Mike said heā€™d like to see me again, “your husband donā€™t mind me fucking you, he donā€™t mind who you fuck, we should do it again”. After a little whispered chat with Paul and lots of disgusted or interested stares from other people in the lift I asked him if heā€™d like to visit us at home next weekend.
15-16 Aug 2009
My ex had taken the twins and the weekend went pretty well, I kept Mike hard quite a lot of the time and by Saturday evening when we walked to the pub weā€™d already fucked three or four times. Most of the villagers were used to our mixed race twins and me having a black lover, Mike was charming and was easily accepted. He spent a lot of time pushing his web sites, which turned out to be porn sites. He laughingly told a few people that I could be his next big star. He left mid afternoon on Sunday with promises to return next Saturday.
I was considering if I should tell him that I didnā€™t want to see him again, there was just nothing there, no passion, he wasnā€™t a good lover and wasnā€™t satisfying me and his joke about me being his next star worried me. I talked about it with Paul but we got side tracked when the thought of me being in a porn movie got us so excited that we just had to fuck there and then. Afterwards we reached the conclusion that it was just bravado or that he liked embarrassing Paul or he was using a very tactless form of internet marketing. Porn films, especially interracial porn films were made in California so I had nothing to concern myself about. We decided that Iā€™d try to teach him a few things next weekend and break it off if it didnā€™t get any better so I arranged for the twins to spend the weekend at my parentā€™s house.
22-23 Aug 2009
Saturday was quite good other than him refusing to use his tongue on me, “No way am Iā€™m licking out a cunt” and he insisted on using a rubber sleeve that he slipped over his dick just behind the head. It was about two inches long with rows of short hard spikes. I donā€™t enjoy toys much so I was unenthusiastic but the extra girth those spikes gave him was wonderful. For the first time I began to enjoy him and a couple of times I was very close to cumming, but it just didnā€™t happen and again I was left frustrated.
It started going bad after lunch on Sunday. He told Paul to sit in the bedroom chair while Mike and I fucked, heā€™d obviously got over his concern of being watched. Mike was being very forceful in thrusting that spiked thing hard and fast, he grabbed my left breast and squeezed hard, I held back a squeal. He snarled at Paul, “Hey wimp, come lick my ass and balls while Iā€™m fucking your wife”. When Paul didnā€™t move Mike lashed out thumping me brutally several times in the left breast. I honestly thought heā€™d killed me, I tried to scream but could get no air, I tried to pull in a great lung full of air but I couldnā€™t breath, the pain was incredible. During this agony he grabbed my throbbing breast and squoze and screwed it, he rammed his hard and spiked member into me thumping and grinding his pelvis hard against mine. Paul was standing beside us pulling Mike by his shoulders saying “Hey thatā€™s enough”. Mike lashed out at Paul, pulled out of me then began hitting Paul to the ground. He kicked him then pulled his knife from his socks, holding it under Paulā€™s chin then said, “Do as your fucking told and no one will be hurt… much”.
He turned back to me, thumped again then squoze my painful breast very hard and I did manage a kind of squealing scream this time. He didnā€™t release the pressure but growled, “If your fucking husband donā€™t do what I tell him youā€™ll know real pain” and he squoze harder. I screamed again and he rammed his hard rubber sleeve into me and began gyrating his pelvis. I whimpered to Paul “Please” so my husband knelt behind him. The pain must have made me clench up because those spikes were seriously hurting my vagina, tearing at the flesh. Sometimes heā€™d pull right out and scrub the spikes hard against my clitoris.
Eventually he did cum, he stood, dressed and before he left he said “Next week youā€™re going to dress real sexy ā€˜cos youā€™re coming to Manchester without that fucking cuckold wimp and youā€™ll get some real fucking”. Then as an afterthought, “Oh and donā€™t go fucking complaining to no one or Iā€™ll fucking find you and cut a souvenir off your pretty face”. Then he noticed the photo of the children on the dresser, picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds then smiled and said, “Nice kids”.
Weā€™d never know such violence and threats and were scared stiff, we talked about calling the police but I was convinced that theyā€™d not do anything because weā€™d invited him or of him getting to the twins before he was arrested. Maybe he was in a gang and his friends would get us even if he were to be arrested so we didnā€™t tell anyone and we began living our lives in fear.
29-30 Aug 2009
The following Saturday morning when alone I drove to Manchester Iā€™d dressed in the clothes Iā€™d worn the first time my ex had visited our house. My vagina was still tender, my breast still sore, swollen and bruised but I looked hot.
There was no pretence of consideration, when I arrived he looked me up and down and said “Nice” and I thought he was coming to hug me at the door so the shock of his fist slamming my left breast was terrible. People were passing in the street but no one offered to help me or even looked as I staggered back. He pushed me up the stairs to a dingy bed-sit flat. Threadbare carpet, two ring cooker, water heater over a sink that only had a cold water tap, an old armchair that had seen better days and a wooden backed char. In one corner was a dank bed that looked like it needed changing about a year ago.
He threw me onto that bed; it smelled of urine, stale sex and rancid sweat, I heaved at the stench and he raped me again and again. His rubber sleeve was not too bad at first but by early evening and the fourth time heā€™d violated me I was getting more and more sore. When I asked him to take it off he turned nasty again and callously thumped my breast and began to thrust with more vigour. As he violently fucked me he took hold of my throbbing breast twisted and crushed it hard. “Youā€™re a nigger loving white cum slut and when Iā€™ve done here youā€™re gonna whore for me and youā€™ll get fucked by enough nigger dick to put a smile on your fucking miserable face. Youā€™ll earn me some cash and it better be enough or Iā€™ll crush your tit so fucking bad.”
So once again I was being a prostitute, this time it was not my own choice but for real, and I was petrified of what heā€™d do if I didnā€™t earn enough to please him. I offered him some cash to let me go, “Fuck that” he said, “You can give me the cash anyway but youā€™re still my whore.” He opened my handbag and emptied my purse and took my car keys.”
Before he took me outside I was told heā€™d be sitting in my car and to hand him the money after every customer and not to hang about but to come right down with the customer. “Donā€™t suppose you got any of these” and I was given an old box of condoms. Then I was told that if he flashed the lights it meant I was negotiating with someone he knew. I had to be very nice to them, not charge them, take them bareback if they wanted and have them cum in my cunt or ass or whatever and still I was to come down with them so Iā€™d not have time to clean myself up.
I was already very sore but after seven hours another nine men had fucked me that night. At four am Mike locked my car and we went back inside when he said that Iā€™d done well, pushed me on the bed and hard fucked my slack, sloppy and sore cunt again. After heā€™d cum he thumped my breast before I was allowed to sleep. Iā€™d had the semen of three of Mikeā€™s non paying friends plus himself sloshing in my raw vagina that night, my breast was terribly sore and throbbing, Iā€™d been robbed and threatened and I silently sobbed myself to sleep.
I was woken around eleven by someone rolling me to my back and pushing my legs apart, he lay on top of me. I was too tired to care or open my eyes and the smell of stale alcohol and bad breath made me turn away. My god I was sore as he started to open me, I opened my eyes to see a strangerā€™s face as he slammed his thick rampant dick into my tender cunt. There were five men including Mike, mostly young, some not yet out of their teens. By two thirty Iā€™d been fucked in every hole by all of them then they had some fun fucking me with a coke bottle.
When theyā€™d had there fill of me and gone Mike pulled a syringe from a draw, “You look upset, here, shoot this it will make you feel better”. No way, I shrunk away from him, grabbed my bag and car keys and dashed from the house. My raw vagina and ass leaked semen, my left breast throbbed, Iā€™d slept in my clothes and I smelled how I imagined a brothel would smell the morning after, Iā€™d been told to take some drug or other and I was so depressed that Iā€™d considered suicide at least twice. I cried all the way home.
4 Sept 2009
Mike phoned and said he expected me in Manchester by lunchtime tomorrow. Half an hour later when my ex came to collect the twins he noticed there was a problem but both Paul and I were unwilling to discuss it.
5-6 Sept 2009
Saturday came and Paul decided heā€™d come with me and talk to Mike about his violence. Mike sat on the chair Paul and I on the bed. Paul began, “Listen Mike, thereā€™s no problem about having sex with Chris but this is going too far, your violence is…” Mike jumped up, thumped Paul on the side of the head, he rolled over the end of the bed to end up in a heap on the floor. Mike lashed out and kicked him a few times, turned to me and began pummelling my breast while he held a hunk of my hair to prevent me backing away.
My handbag had gone flying across the bed and my birth control pills fell out, Mike saw them and went ballistic. Shouting he battered my left breast harder and more viciously than heā€™d ever done before. Paul was just rising and was beaten to the ground again and thumped and kicked and told he was never to fuck me again. I think that Mike was unaware of Paul being infertile and that I had the pills as an artefact of my previous affair but that didnā€™t really matter right now.
I was dragged to the dismal, filthy communal toilet along the corridor where I was made to kneel before the stained and reeking bowl and open each pill in turn and drop it into the toilet. He pulled my hair and with each pill I dropped he slapped or punched or kneed my breast. I was only thankful that Paul was unconscious in the bedroom so he couldnā€™t hear my screams.
Back in the bedroom Mike pushed his knife to my cheek and told me that if he ever finds out that Iā€™ve been taking the pill again or fucking my husband heā€™d scar my face for good and really hurt us both. He pushed his knife against my cheek and forced me onto the bed, he kicked my legs apart and began ramming my tender cunt with his engorged dick. After heā€™d fucked me he said “I hope you bought condoms ā€˜cos Iā€™m not supplying no fucking whore to fuck everyone”.
I still had some left in the box Iā€™d kept from last week. I took them out of my bag to show him, he nodded. I opened the box and looked inside and noticed that some of the packets were not inflated the way a sealed packet should be. I remembered last week that a couple didnā€™t feel right when I took them from the box. Three packets had several small holes right through. I showed them to Mike “So fucking what, itā€™s up to you, you can use busted rubbers or fuck bareback, I donā€™t give a shit, just get me the money”.
As soon as Paul began to stir he was told to leave, there was blood running from his nose and he was doubled up as he was kicked through the door. Later, when I went outside to wait for my first customer Paulā€™s car was still where weā€™d left it. Heā€™d sat in the car and watched a group of guys enter the house and a while later theyā€™d left and Iā€™m sure he realised that they had all fucked me. Now he watched me walking into the house with a string of strangers then coming out to hand the money Iā€™d earned to Mike.
For some customers I was eternally grateful to use condoms (not that many were what I would call nice looking) I used the good condoms first hoping theyā€™d last the night. They didnā€™t so I had the choice of none or to use the damaged ones so I slid the damaged ones over their dicks for what little protection they offered. I know one broke because the torn end was hanging from my vagina after heā€™d finished and my last customer was over the moon because I had none left. I spent most of the Sunday satisfying six of his friends. When I left the house I was still not allowed to clean myself and I stunk of man sweat and semen. Paul was waiting in the car. Heā€™d sat there in agony, blood staining the front of his shirt for almost 24 hours while he watched his wife forced to fuck client after client. Heā€™d sat there watching this horror, too frightened of what could happen if he called the police but hoping that I could feel him close by. That episode had cost Paul a concussion, a swollen ear, bloody nose, black eyes and two cracked ribs.
Driving home we decided I should start using the morning after pill so the next day we bought a few packs of Levonelle. I began a regime of being a prostitute on Saturday, a gang banger on Sunday and on arriving home take the pill. We knew that this wasnā€™t the way to use these pills but what choice did I have. Paul and I didnā€™t make love because we were both too frightened of the consequences of Mike finding out and I think the psychological effect on Paul was having serious repercussions. We only hoped that he never found out about the Levonelle.
My vagina was getting used to his rubber cock ring and taking so many men so I was not too sore but he still abused my left breast, at least once a week he thumped it and most every fuck session he squeezed and twisted it relentlessly. The bruising and swelling never had time to die down so now it was so very tender all the time, probably half as big again as my right and was coloured purple, black, green and blue.
17 Sept 2009
Mike phoned and told me that I was to start coming to Manchester on Fridays from now on and stay over until Monday. My god what were we to do? This was getting worse and worse with no way out.
18 Sept to 16 Nov 2009
For the next few weeks there would always be two or three friends of Mike waiting when I arrived on Friday evenings. Theyā€™d fuck me and insert bottles and other things into me until it was time for me to go out and prostitute myself. Saturday and Sunday Mike and his friends first fucked and played with me before I was sent out on the street for the rest of the afternoon. The evenings and nights, until three or four am were the same, first Mike and friends then anyone else. Then on Monday I was usually woken by someone pushing a dick or bottle into my cunt or ass and again had to take three or more men bareback.
19 Nov 2009
The Levonelle had let me down, I could feel it in my belly, I was sure that I was pregnant. I told Paul and we decided that given our fear of Mikeā€™s temper and threats that I should tell Mike as soon as possible.
20 Nov 2009 to 21 Dec 2009
I told him that I thought I was pregnant, “So fucking what, donā€™t come fucking snivelling to me, you got yourself knocked up so you can have the black bastard, itā€™s your problem, I donā€™t want to know.” Then a few seconds later “You know that if you give me any shit Iā€™ll hurt you bad”.
During the first few weeks of my pregnancy I was still made to work from Friday evening to Monday afternoon earning money, fucking Mike and his friends and progressing from coke bottles to wine bottles.
As I was leaving on the Monday I was told I had to be in Manchester by lunchtime Christmas Eve and to stay until the fourth of January. It would be busy and I would earn a lot of money so make sure I bring plenty of condoms.
24 Dec 2009 to 4 Jan 2010
Abject fear made me spent 18 hours a day fucking a continuous stream of drunk, stoned and horny black men rather than being at home with my husband and children. I just didnā€™t care what he did to me anymore except that I wish he would just stop thumping my breast like he did. I was a machine for fucking, I was used like a machine and I thought like a machine.
8 Jan 2010
I was met at the station. Iā€™d stopped taking my Audi after that first weekend because the passenger door had been dented. Tim, one of Mikeā€™s bigger friends held out his hand for me as I left the platform and said, “Act natural, weā€™re filming this”. Instant terror but heā€™d taken hold of my hand and gripped it tightly so I couldnā€™t get away. Mike and another guy were pointing professional looking movie cameras at us and my heart began to thump. My god he meant it.
I was guided to a 4×4 and was driven out to the south of Manchester, Tim and I in the back seat. Of the other two, one was driving and Mike was filming. With the camera pointing at us Mike told me to suck Tim off.
“Not on camera” I said.
Thump, heā€™d lunged the camera between the seats to thud into my left breast, in a total field of screaming red agony all resistance instantly went, so as we drove through South Manchester and the lanes of Cheshire I was being filmed sucking a huge black dick.
We arrived at a grand house on the outskirts of a village. Inside were nine or ten other people, Tim, Mike and the other cameraman followed me in. There were lights and cameras everywhere. It had been on my mind since soon after we first met, I knew what was going to happen, I began to back toward the door. The crowd behind me prevented me from fleeing, Mike grabbed my wrist, lashed out at my breast again with the camera and I crumpled to the floor. With both my hands cupping the exploding pain he kicked and I blacked out.
I was still in excruciating agony when I came round. Mike said “Iā€™ve had enough of your fucking shit, weā€™re going to shoot this film before your belly gets too fucking big, itā€™s up to you how much pain it takes. We can make a violent rape movie or do it nicely, either way youā€™re going to get a fucking good banging on film this weekend. Weā€™ll shoot another when you are really showing, seven or eight month, just before your black bastardā€™s due so it looks like this one got you knocked up. It donā€™t really matter, weā€™ll always be able to sell a pretty white whore getting gang banged or raped by half a dozen big niggers.”
Friday night was really just practice and recording what was supposed to be an interview, it began by me showing my driving licence to the camera and them asking my name, date of birth and to where I lived.
“We donā€™t usually fuck old women but you look so fucking good.”
The guy doing the talking was probably 22 or 23 but even so it rankled that he called me an old woman. Yes Iā€™m 38 but I donā€™t look much older than he is and I am being reasonable when I say Iā€™m much better looking than he could ever be.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
Iā€™d been told what to say, “Because my husband is a little wimp cuckold with a tiny white cock who canā€™t fuck to save his life and he always leaves me wishing Iā€™d been fucked by some really big black dicks. Now I can get my chance, I hope you guys are big enough for me?”
“Is this enough for you?” Tim asked as he slipped out ten inches of thick black meat from his pants.
“And this” the guy doing the talking said as he pulled out an even thicker black beast.
All six were huge, all were longer than my ex and a couple rivalled Ahmeed in length and girth. “Oh my, those are all just perfect, Iā€™m really going to love being fucked by all of you.”
I had to pose with dicks everywhere, holding them pointing at my face or tongue out to lick, guiding them to my cunt or ass, holding either one or two, one in each hand as though I was wanking them off.
After the preliminaries and the cameras were turned off I had to fuck all of them, the whole team, all fourteen people. I was raw and dripping when Mike and Tim took me to bed. They took turns each, swapping Mikeā€™s rubber sleeve. It was not so bad when Mike fucked me but when Tim pushed his huge, thick dick in to me, those spikes hurt like hell even before they hit my cervix. Then it felt like someone had just poured hot coals up my cunt, he pushed past my cervix and those spikes screamed and tore and burned at that most sensitive part of me.
9 Jan 2010
I awoke on Saturday morning; Mike and Tim took a turn each to “get me ready for a good nigger fucking”. When theyā€™d both emptied themselves into me a guy was called in and he started to get me ready, I stood naked before him with my cunt and ass leaking semen, he looked me up and down, “Thatā€™s got to go” he said. My muff that had grown back since I split with my ex was shaved. I was pushed onto the bed, my legs were spread, my sex open to him, he wiped the semen that had leaked then he ripped each hair from my pussy and my ass. Next I was bathed and dried. I was then dressed in a pink tube top with no bra, the top was tugged into a position that hid my most of my bruising, pink micro skirt and no panties beneath and pink high heeled platform sandals that tied by criss-crossing ribbons to just below my knees. A towel was thrown over my shoulders and I was made up. I donā€™t need much make up but this guy plastered foundation, colour, blusher, lip gloss, eye liner on me, he glued on false lashes and applied a glossy sheen to my cheeks and shoulders. My hair was sprayed, blown and primped.
I stood before a full-length mirror looking like a slut on the prowl for anyone wanting a good time. The dresser stood behind looking over my shoulder, “Hmm good enough to fuck”. He pushed me forward and slid his dick into my vagina from behind. I put my hands on my knees and watched the reflection of a big bald black artist fucking his cheap white tramp creation from behind.
I was to walk from the end of the lane towards the house carrying a small designer bag in my right hand as though Iā€™d been shopping and swinging my left arm so that the sunlight reflected off my engagement and wedding rings.
A guy (Tim) came from a car that was just in shot and walked over to me. “Hey beautiful, you want to have fun with some big black dick” I pretended to ignore him and continued towards the camera. Tim walked alongside me saying “come on baby, some nice big black dick, thatā€™s what you want and you know youā€™ll love it”.
“No thanks, Iā€™m waiting for my husband to come home. Iā€™ve been trying to get pregnant and Iā€™m fertile right now”.
Another guy came out of the bushes just in front of us, “You hear that Tim, sheā€™s fertile and I think she needs some nigger jizz to make sure she gets pregnant.”
They both dragged me to the house with me protesting that I was fertile and that my husband would be home soon. I was pushed through the door where I was to pretend to be scared (I didnā€™t need to pretend) and object when Tim sat, withdrew his dick and told me to suck him off. He reached, took my hand and pulled me to him. I shouted, “no, no, Iā€™m married.” I was forced to my knees and had his swollen member pushed between my lips. “No please, my husband, please no”. While I was sucking him the other guy took out his mobile phone and made a call. A couple of minutes later the other four men walked in.
Soon they were stroking me, sliding hands between my top and my boobs, I flinched when one began massaging my left breast, A hand was between my legs and my very short skirt just didnā€™t cover anything in this position. I was very conscious of the bright lights, the camera flashes and people moving about behind me.
Tim pulled me up and slid his thick dick up my tender cunt. My cervix was still sore and I gasped in pain but struggled not to show how much it hurt as he pushed deeper. I felt some pressure on my ass and then there was a thick black dick invading me there. Another guy came in from the side and forced his dick into my mouth and yet another took one of my hands and placed it on his huge shaft.
Timā€™s dick started to jerk and he groaned “Oh fuck baby, your first load of nigger jizz”.
“Oh please no, I donā€™t want a black baby I want my husband to make me pregnant, what will he think of me if I have a black baby”.
He grabbed my ass and pulled me deep onto him, “Ahh fuck that shit, Iā€™m cumming deep and Iā€™m cumming good, just feel that nigger baby batter squirt into you.”
Iā€™m not going to say much more about it, those who see the video wonā€™t need any description, those who donā€™t can use their imagination. I will say that I had to put on a good pornographic show or suffer the consequences and to my horror I really came, not once but lots and lots. I truly donā€™t know why, maybe it was frustration, maybe excitement I really donā€™t know. Neither Mike nor anyone else had made me cum in all the months Iā€™d been serving him and I was sure that shear terror prevented me climaxing. I came today, I came good, with months of pent up frustration released. From Tim first cumming inside me to way past the end I was continually cumming and I really felt deeply fulfilled, Iā€™d been properly fucked for the first time in months.
Semen flowed from my vagina and ass and was splattered over my body, I had the taste of it in my mouth. I just lay there and let the trembling in my body slowly fade while they reviewed sections of the film on a huge TV screen. They said they needed more cum shots, personally I think it was just an excuse, each of them fucked me again, some shooting across my face and hair, some across my body, some just pulling out and squirting onto my swollen pussy lips. Some staying inside my vagina or ass while they came then pulled out and the camera zoomed in to show the semen leaking from me.
I was shown the door and told to leave. Mike said heā€™d be in touch. I had no idea where I was and was still soaked in semen but I rang for a taxi and told the driver to take me home, all the way, I was in no mood for the train.
15 Jan 2010
Back to normal, Friday train, fuck Mike and his friends, prostitute myself, fuck Mike, sleep. Saturday fuck Mike and his friends, prostitute myself, fuck Mike and his friends, and prostitute myself again, fuck Mike, sleep. Sunday fuck Mike and his friends, prostitute myself, fuck Mike and his friends and prostitute myself again, fuck Mike, sleep. Monday fuck Mike and sometimes his friends, train, home, weep in my husbandā€™s arms.
20 Jan 2010
Mike phoned and told me to sign up for one of his web sites. The film and a lot of stills had been posted. I asked if I could have his login details “Fuck that” he said, “I ainā€™t no fucking charity, you want to see yourself getting fucked you got to pay”. $49 (about Ā£32) later Paul and I were able to watch my first porn film. The link was right at the top of the main page, listed as “New” and “Featuring Chris Manton (thereā€™s no point hiding my identity anymore) in her first black gangbang” with a picture of my smiling and overly made up face surrounded by six huge black dicks. There were two versions, one in three sections and a continuous one, they were billed as ā€˜See Chris Manton, a beautiful white MILF sucking and fucking and getting knocked up by six supersize niggers. Chris is a wealthy, married lady living in an exclusive area. Coming home from a shopping trip Chris is waylaid outside her own house by one of our nigger fuck machines. She protests bitterly until she feels his big black shaft sliding into her cunt. She loves all six of our supersize nigger studs to cum in every hole. 3 hours 20 minutes quality video.ā€™
Oh horror, my full name in the headlines. It was all there, huge black dick sliding into my swollen vagina and into my ass, me masturbating while I sucked, semen flying, me catching it and swallowing it, semen dripping from my hair, my chin, in streaks across my top and skirt. My vagina and ass gaping open after some huge, thick pole had just pulled out and his semen was beginning to run out and my looks of ecstasy. It caught me cumming and cumming while I was relentlessly fucked by six very well endowed black men and yelling out for more. It had been cleverly edited so that my swollen and bruised left breast was never in camera shot.
When it had ended the credits rolled up acknowledging the full cast, including the production and postproduction team and myself. Then the interview with me holding my driving licence up to the camera and saying who I was, how old I was, where I lived and that I wanted to make this film. Paul took a freeze frame, blew it up and filtered it and sure enough you could make out our full address on my licence.
I phoned Mike and told him. “Donā€™t fucking whinge, what the fuck do you expect, we got keep to the law and we want to sell this in America” he replied. Although I was horrified and frightened of anyone else seeing it the film was quite a good movie. If I didnā€™t know how Iā€™d been forced into doing it Iā€™d watch it, feel sexy as hell and yearn for some big black dick.
22 Jan to 1 Feb 2010
I was phoned on Thursdays and told to get myself to Manchester on Friday where I was fucked until Monday afternoon.
Back home Iā€™d get the occasional odd look in the supermarket and we began noticing unknown cars driving by our house and people wondering about outside. We learned to ignore the doorbell after Iā€™d walked out a couple of times and was accosted with proposals of a quick fuck I was very careful to make sure the way was clear before I went out, we discussed selling the house and moving.
4 Feb 2010
My ex was concerned that I was never in when he came to collect the twins, heā€™d came to see me the week before because he was worried and commented on my now bulging belly. Today he walked in; he still has keys to our house and heā€™s welcome anytime. “What have you been doing? Are you mad or what? You are supposed to be looking after my child here and I see youā€™ve been making porn films”.
It all came out, the brutality, the threats, the terror, everything. My ex was furious, not really at me although he ranted about me not telling him, but Paul took a dressing down for not protecting me and not informing the police. We told him how Paul was beaten whenever he attempted to defend me, about the cracked ribs, broken finger, broken nose, black eyes, split lips and other violence that Paul had sustained whenever he tried to put a stop to it. “Where does this bastard live?” We told him and he went. An hour later he called to say the address was just a fuck house, a brothel where people rented rooms by the hour or day to fuck and no one would admit to knowing Mike, “where did you make the film?” I had no idea other than it was in North Cheshire near Stockport.
5 Feb 2010
On Friday my ex took me to Manchester along with Ahmeed and my husband. Mike was sitting outside the brothel in his car. Paul pulled up a way along the road, he made a phone call and we waited about 20 minutes. During that time a couple of other cars parked in the street and three men appeared and just wondered up and down. We moved the car and pulled up just behind Mike. Paul (my ex) walked past Mikeā€™s car, turned at the front and thrust a long spike through the radiator grill. Walking towards the driverā€™s door he lunged the spike into the front tyre. Mike was jumping from the car and pulling his knife. Ahmeed strolled up behind him, reached over and lifted the knife from his grasp. Words were spoken, voices raised, Mike looked around and saw the people who had turned up in the last half-hour. My ex said something Mike nodded then my ex and Ahmeed walked back to the car. “Itā€™s over,” said Paul.
Following weeks
We decided that I wouldnā€™t have an abortion, firstly it was getting quite late plus itā€™s not the foetuses fault she was conceived as she was and to us life is worth more than a quick operation.
We put the house up for sale and began looking for somewhere else and moved to Lancaster to my exā€™s house while we found somewhere new.
I was tested for SDIā€™s and although I had been infected with two different diseases I was very lucky to have nothing life threateningly serious. Granuloma inguinale and trichomoniasis that were both cured with antibiotics. Itā€™s thought that we caught the trichomoniasis early enough not to effect the birth of my child, we hope so but only time will tell. My ex phoned Mike up to tell him and to get some advice but Mike just told him to fuck off.
Paul and I still donā€™t have sex, the infections, and psychological damage didnā€™t help, weā€™re not over it yet but weā€™re getting there slowly.
My belly is growing and I often speculate what would I do if I received a phone call telling me to make that pregnant gang bang movie. I still live in fear of Mike so if he ever does call me Iā€™m sure Iā€™d be so scared that Iā€™d just have concede to his wishes. Iā€™ve got used to being seen as a notorious porn actress now and I know that the movie or extracts from it are doing the rounds of the tube sites. For some strange reason I can often cum just by thinking about being filmed while six big and thick black men cum inside me. Some of the stills or sections of the movie are used to advertise Mikeā€™s sites on the likes of blackdickclan, blackcocksluts and blacksridewhites.
14 Mar 2010
With the recession and our need to sell quickly we managed to sell out house for about Ā£100K less than it was worth. Weā€™d bought another one, isolated and surrounded by heavy security. We had been staying at my exā€™s house since this horror finished, we moved back home to pack for our move in two weeks. I answered a knock at the door; Mike stood there with a pair of twins sexily hanging on to each of his arms.
“Iā€™ve been a couple of times, you werenā€™t in, are you going to leave us standing here?” he asked.
I was petrified and the fear showed. I was already incontinent because of both my pregnancy and what had happened with him, my bladder gave way and urine trickled down my legs. Mike looked down at the liquid splashing between my feet and smiled, he said, “Youā€™ve no need to be scared”.
Paul was now standing beside me, Heā€™s been working in the kitchen and I could see that heā€™d picked up a big carving knife. “You wonā€™t be needing that” Mike said, “Iā€™ve come to apologise and to offer you a proposition, We canā€™t talk here on the doorstep”.
I stepped back, Paul stayed where he was for a few seconds then moved away. Mike and the twins walked in, I say twins, looking closer I could see they probably werenā€™t. They were about nineteen, and wore similar clothing, they were both pale skinned and had white blonde hair in the same style and the same shape face. The shorter one had brown eyes and dark eyebrows while the taller, slimmer one had pale blue eyes and almost white eyebrows, a natural blonde. Both looked to be stoned out of their heads.
“No not twins, but they look enough like it to be good for business, theyā€™re not as feisty as you either thank fuck, I guess thatā€™s the heroin. Sorry they knocked you off the top spot” (Mikes web sites have a top 50 porn film category for the site) “but I guess it wonā€™t be for long, itā€™s just because theyā€™re new” was Mikes response to my stare. “Look Iā€™m really sorry, I tried to get you hooked but you were having none of it, terror was the only other way. Itā€™s no excuse to a decent woman, these two are whores anyway but you really are so gorgeous and fuckable that I just had to have you in a film. The rest just came because every time I did something to scare you, you accepted it and came back for more, It just got a little out of hand”.
I was trembling, it sounded like he was trying to blame me for all the pain, the agony, the depression, the feelings of uselessness and thoughts of suicide that both Paul and I had because he thought I wanted more pain and abuse. The guy was sick in the head and needed help.
He reached into his pocket. Paul stepped foreword lifting the knife (heā€™s not violent in any way but I think that right then he was ready to use that knife) and I backed away. Mike said, “I said you wonā€™t need that”. He took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to me. “Ten grand there, Thatā€™s your percentage of what we earned plus a monkey for doing the film and weā€™ve given you a bonus ā€˜cos we sold the film to four US organisations”.
I shook my head and handed it back to him, he was obviously trying to buy me so he could use me again.
“Donā€™t be like that,” he said as he pushed the envelope back to me.
I backed away and he said, “If thatā€™s the way you want it” as he dropped the envelope back into his pocket. “Anyway three of the Yanks have asked if youā€™d go and do some sessions in the states, Itā€™s good money for you so weā€™d want some commission. Weā€™ve also had enquiries from Japan and Russia as well as an awful lot of fans that just want to fuck you. You could earn a lot of money for a few of weeks a year and fuck some of the biggest dicks in porn. You could be really famous, an international porn star. Even with the fans you could probably ask five hundred or a thousand a night, mostā€™d be willing to pay anything you asked.”
I was weeping and shaking my head and was feeling filthy again, my body was trembling and all the horror was flooding back. I backed away some more.
“Ok” he said, “I can see youā€™re still upset, youā€™ll get over it, hereā€™s a phone number, ring it if you want to take the yanks up or do that gang bang we talked about”. He glanced down at my bulge “still a few months to decide on that one. If it makes you feel any better I wonā€™t be there, Iā€™m taking the girls to Nigeria for a few months.” He dropped a card on to the hall dresser and turned to the door. “I listened to that big black bastard that phoned me and we all been checked out, some of us needed some fixing up but in a month or two weā€™ll all be ok if you want to shoot another film it wonā€™t be a problem. I donā€™t suppose youā€™ll want a fuck now for old times sake?”
“Thatā€™s enough, go, now” Paul said.
As he turned to the door he said, “Donā€™t forget the offer, the Yanks want to fuck you and weā€™d love a film to finish off your first one.”
Paul said “Just a second, are you two ok with the way he treats you?” Mike looked innocent, the girls glanced at each other, then at Mike, back to each other before finally looking at Paul. The smaller one said, “Yuh heā€™s cool” in a broad Glaswegian accent and the other had an east Manchester accent saying “Cool, we don hafta beg no fix no more an he takin us ta Nigeria wiv im” and shrugged.
Paul slammed the door on them and now I know that no matter how much I fanaticise, I wonā€™t ever be making that pregnant gang bang movie or any other porn movie. We didnā€™t notice the envelope on the hall cabinet until much later that night.
15 Mar 2010
I began writing this account, I guess itā€™s what is called “Closure” in the USA. I know it will take much more than sitting down for a few days but I began writing it to see if it helps. In some ways it has, in other it brought back terrors that are best left to die, just as Mike should.

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Tastes Like Ass

The key in the lock was like a long-awaited friend. I knew it wouldnā€™t be long now. The slant of light under the door indicated that the hall light had been flicked on, and I heard keys hit the table. She was finally home. The door to our upstairs bedroom was shut, but I knew that that was next entry point. She would soon be coming up the stairs. I could see the light from under the door go out, and I could hear her footsteps on the stairs. Finally, the handle to the door up into our attic-bedroom turned. Before I shut my eyes, I looked at the clock; it said, 2:30 A.M. Sheā€™d been out longer than usual. Her steps on the padded stairs were anything but regular. I could hear her kind of giggle as she seemed to catch herself on the wallā€”the stairs were pretty steep and navigating them in high heels even harder. Of course, I didnā€™t want her to fall, but I was still pretending to be asleep. As she came to the top of the stairs, she rounded the corner and came into view through my narrowly slitted eyes. Though the room was dark, my eyes were adjusted, so it was easy for me to see her by the bed. I had been up all night waiting for her to get home. She was wearing a black leather skirt, a white, sleeveless blouse with collar that was very form-fitting, and which buttoned down the front, though it didnā€™t go that far down because it also nicely showed off her midriffā€”and the little gold bauble that hung from a loop at her navel. Carrie, my wife of five years, has always had very nice abs and she certainly didnā€™t mind that others knew it. Tonight she had gone out with three of her Richmond friends to a dance club in the Bottom; the Bottom is a section of town near where the James River intersects with what used to be the old commercial section of Richmond, which was now filled with old abandoned warehouses that were being converted into swanky condos, coffee houses, and trendy night clubs. She had told me a couple of nights before that she and two girlfriends were going out on Friday night. She had asked me if I had wanted to come, but when I had declined, she actually seemed a bit relieved. I had said something about having some writing to catch up on. I had noticed a smile on her face as she walked away. Now she was home at last. She went into the bathroom, closed the door, but not all the way and flicked on the light. From my vantage point on the bed, with the covers up around my shoulders, I could just make her out between the edge of the door and the door-frame. She was obviously looking at herself in the mirror. However, as she stood there in that little shaft of light, I saw her place her right hand on her ass. She rubbed it as if it were sore, and then she slowly pulled up the hem of her black skirt and rubbed her tight ass cheeks. As she did this, I got the shock of my life. She wasnā€™t wearing any panties! She was completely naked under that skirt. My eyes were glued to the vision of my wife in that sliver of light rubbing her ass. She was now using both hands. She had bunched up the skirt on her waist while she appeared to grab her ass cheeks and pull them apart. My hand went immediately to my quickly hardening dick as I continued to watch my wife slowly caress her own ass. She had also begun to take a finger and slowly draw it up and down her crack. I couldnā€™t believe what I was seeing. She then paused, leaned forward a little, she seemed to be pulling her ass cheeks apart almost as if asking for someone to get behind her and do something to her ass. I had been wanting to get in her ass forever, I lay there wondering, had it happened? I now saw her twist her skirt around so the clasp was in the front, she undid it, and it fell lightly to her ankles. She now stood in an almost regal pose, brunette hairā€”touseled and free, her white sleeveless top revealing her beautiful B titties jutting their pencil tips through the thin material, and her black ankle boots—she was gorgeous! She now leaned over again, her left arm bracing herself on the bathroom counter, while her right hand and fingers began to explore every-so lightly her ass crack. She stopped at her puckered hole and then, quite easily it seemedā€” slid it completely in. It was truly an amazing sight. I almost blew my load in my hand at that very minute. I had no idea my wife could be this kinky, so I knew something mustā€™ve changed. I wanted to get out of bed and charge into the bathroom and fuck her like some madman, but I was also so enjoying this little voyeuristic journey, and I didnā€™t want it to end. As she was fingering her own butthole, she, casually, with the middle finger of the other hand began to probe her open mouth. She was finger fucking her asshole as she also rimmed her lips!
she then squatted down and spread wide her knees. In this position her ass and pussy were fully extended. Carrie then surprised me even more. She took the finger that had been up her ass and stuck the middle finger up under her nose—she was actually smelling her own assā€”and she seemed to like it! I could just see the front of her face because in smelling her finger, she had leaned her back against the bathroom wall and she was now fully exposed in that little crack of lightā€”exposed to my prying eyes. She then rubbed that dirty little finger on her lips and then, unbelievably, stuck it in her mouth! I was shocked, to say the least, and so turned on by her wanton sluttyness that I groaned aloud. With the middle finger stuck like a popsicle in her mouth, she slowly turned to look in my direction. I shut my eyes quickly, but couldnā€™t keep them shut. She knew I was awake. She was now staring through the crack at me and moving her long, slender finger over her paint-smeared lipsā€”every now and then, sticking it almost down her throat. She seemed to enjoy this reversal of roles immensely. She slowly rose and opened the door. Still wearing her black ankle boots and white sleeveless top, but naked from the waist down she stepped into the gloom and approached me. As her dark tousled locks framed her face, she was every manā€™s wet-dream! Her slender legs and coltish hips were only accentuated by the boots and the top as she sauntered over to the bed. Because she had left the light on in the bathroom, she was backlit now, and I couldnā€™t easily make her out facial features. However, as she stood next made to the bed where I lay, I still pretended to be asleepā€”my eyes squinted shut, but still open enough to see her pussy up closeā€”just a foot away from my face, and I could smell itā€”her sex was calling meā€”and she knew it. It was a raw, musty smell that was completely addictiing. She took another step forward, her pussy now almost dead-even with my nose. She knew. She knew I wasnā€™t asleep, so the jig was up, I had been caught “spying” again, and I knew what my punishment would be. Her bald cunt was so alluring. I groaned again, I stretched my neck trying to get closer to her wet snatch, my tongue snaking out of my mouth trying to slither between her wet, sticky folds.
“Youā€™ve been a bad boy again, havenā€™t you?” She said in a soft mocking whisper as she pushed her cunt into my face.
“Uh huh.”
“What? I didnā€™t hear you. Tell me, tell me what you are.”
My eyes remained shut but my tongue was now licking up the juices on her puffly lips. I paused just long enough to say, “Iā€™m bad. Iā€™m a bad boy.”
“You are? How bad are you?” She said as I felt her hand pull my head back into her sopping slit.
“I like to spy on my wife. I like to watch her fuck herself, I want her to be cock-hungry fucking slut.” With that I reached out and grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt into my face. I drove my tongue into her pussyā€”probing the oh-so-wet tunnel and tasting the sweet girl-cum that coated her entire mons.
“Oooooh, you are dirty boy! I bet you like my dirty cunt donā€™t you?”
I could only moan as I drove my tongue even deeper into her pussy as my right hand pulled her ass cheek back to feel her skanky hole. She groaned, and then joined me by pulling her ass cheeks even further apartā€”opening up her ass wide.
“Oh honey-my bad, bad-boy, you love my stinky ass donā€™t you!”
I opened my eyes and looked up at her, “Yes, you know I do, I worship your lovely ass—it smells and tastes so good.”
With that, she swung her right knee up and over meā€”so that her ass and sloppy cunt were hovering right over my face. She was using my face as her saddle. I just groaned as she sat her wickedly wet cunt on my mouth. Newly shaven, her bald pussy was as slick as a peeled peach, and her little brown starfish was wet with her sweat and cunt juices. She slid her ass and pussy all over my face. I couldnā€™t breath at times, but she didnā€™t seem to care. She needed her dirty holes reamed and needed it now. As she roughly rode my face, my tongue was constantly darting up into her pussy and licking out the gooey nectar of her syrupy slit. I thought, god how I love this shitā€”itā€™s so slick and salty-sweet, and I can feel the burn on my tongue even hours later. Thereā€™s nothing better than the smell of wet pussy and a skanky ass– especially when itā€™s all over your face,
“You like that? Huh? You like my dirty pussy, donā€™t you?
Holding her by the hips and swirling my tongue over her hard nubbin of a clit, all I could do was groan in affirmation. She then pushed the covers down over my legs so that my cock sprang up at herā€”at eight solid thick inches, it was her own private pole. She grabbed it with her right hand and begun to stoke it–almost violently as she blistered it with a quick up and down fisting. “You dirty fucking bastard. Just look at your filthy fuck-stick. Itā€™s a damn fucking rock-cock, now isnā€™t it?” She almost screamed. “You love this donā€™t you, you fuckinā€™ perv!” She then began to slap my dick. Sheā€™d hit it, and it would spring right back at her, and she just kept doing it.
I did love it. I just thrust my tongue deeper into her sweet nasty fuck hole and groaned into her ass, “Yes, my cunt, I fuckinā€™ love it.”
“Ooooooohhh, baby, that feels so good,” as she wiggled her sloppy folds on my tongue, “but, I know youā€™re gonna like this even more.”
She leaned forward so that her skinny little ass was now staring right at me, my nose almost embedded in the wet crack of her butt. It was glorious. Her ass was as clean and smooth as any marbled statue in the worldā€™s best museum. I was in awe. I just kissed it lightly, licked it, and caressed it with both hands. My entire face was coated with her juices. For a second, I think I knew what was coming. We were about to cross a line. What had previous had been fantasy, was now about to become a reality. Slowly, with the flat of my tongue, I licked her puffy, rosebud, tasting the saltiness of her sweat and something else, some a bit more bitter.
“Yes!” She grunted, “Lick my hole, you bastard.” Reaching around and grabbing my head, she thrust backwards impaling her brown eye directly onto my distended tongueā€”I was rimming my sweet slutā€™s ass and tasting all of the nastiness of her soulā€”and loving every fuck-lust minute of it!
“You know whatā€™s in there? Hmmm? You like the taste donā€™t you? You slutty bitch-man. Lick my ass, yeah, thatā€™s it. Your sweet little brown-eyed goddess was real bad tonight.”
Between tongue thrusts, I asked, “How bad, baby?”
“Oh honey, I was real bad.” She said as she thrust back at me even harder. “I met some guys at the clubā€¦big guys.”
“Hmmm,” was all I could groan out. I knew where this was going.
“I thought thatā€™s what youā€™d say,” Carrie ran her hands through my hair as I took a breath and slid my middle finger up her wet twat and twisted it around, “Baby, what did you do?”
“Well, you know Katie, right, from work? Well, she had some friends from her college there.” She said as she slapped her cheek with my dick, “You know, some young college guys.”
“Uh oh, I know how you lust for those hunky frat boys.”
“Hmmmm, yes, I do. I love young, handsome, muscular malesā€¦they are so delicious1” Her pussy seemed to throb at the very thought.
“Honeeeeey, what did you do—did you let them kiss you?” I went back to rimming her butthole, digging to get every last drop of juice.
“Fuccck! Yeah, Oh fuckinā€™ yeah. I kissed them all.” She said as she dropped her head and stuffed my cock past her tonsils and popped it out with a loud wet smack, “I was very bad. I just couldnā€™t say no to anything! Do you think Iā€™m slutty, honey? Do you?”
“What did you say yes to?”
“Everything!”
I slapped her assā€”the loud smack resounded in the room. “Oh, you sexy, little slutā€”messing around with boys!” I pulled her back so that she would sit right down on my face.
She ground her cunt on my mouth, “Oh honey, I love themā€”their perfect hard bodiesā€”and most of all their lovely stiff pricks!”
I thrust my hips upward signaling to her to tell me more.
“I went out to the parking lot with three of themā€”I took themā€”they didnā€™t take me.” I reached up with my free hand and grabbed a handfull of hair and pulled. She was now almost bucking up and down on my face.
“Yeah, thatā€™s right, pull my hair, pull it—Iā€™m a fucking whoe-slut and I love it. I love fucking around on you. I love free dick; I love it all. And, tonight, in my demented fuck-lust, I took it up the ass! God, it felt so good to be used, to have a big-dicked stud slide his hard pole up my ass! Can you taste it, do you like eating his cum? Yeah, thatā€™s right, he shot off in my buttā€”eat it honey, eat it. I know this is what youā€™ve wantedā€”to turn your little wife into a cum-loving whore, well, thatā€™s what you got now—so get ready to lick my ass every weekend cause Iā€™m gonna be spreading it around.”
My dick couldnā€™t take any more, and like a fucking geyser I shot load after load of hot cum all over my wifeā€”covering her stomach and breasts with the hot goo. As I did so, I felt her convulse, her orgasm rippled through her body and she roared as she slammed her pussy down onto my faceā€”her juices cascading from her cunt and covering every inch of my nose, cheeks, and chin. I loved it–I was drenched!
She collapsed forward onto my abdomen as I cradled her ass in my arms and continued to place soft kissed on her red and wet ass and puss. We were both exhaustedā€”as much from the sex as from the mental trip we had just taken.
“Oh god, that was good.” Carrie said as she turned around and kissed me tenderly on the lips, “someone tastes like pussy.” She said quietly.
“Your pussy”
“Mmmm, yes, my pussy, tastes good” She smiled.
“So, you gonna be spreading it around huh?” I looked deeply into her eyes.
She smiled, coyly and with eyes as dark as night said, “Honey, you know I would never do that.”
“Never?”
“Iā€™m a good girl, remember?” as she placed her finger into my mouth.
“Hmmmmm, tastes like ass.”

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a Adventures 4: Worthless cumcovered gangbang cinemaslut

After that heavy torture thing last time I said to my slut, that weā€™ll have a nice relaxed gang bang in a cinema in our town. I put an invitation on the website of the sex cinema and wrote the following text:
ā€œWe plan a gang bang on Saturday from 8 pm open end. Feel free to cum as often as you want and bring lots of friends with you. My slutslave is Romanian, slim, 25, brown haired and tanned and has a great slim body. Her small sluttish perky boobs are waiting for your hands and your cum. She s extremely hungry for all your cocks and swallows everything you give her. My slut is one of the most submissive sluts in the world. She does everything you want. We hope to see you soon. What you need is an actual aids test. Entry fee: 20 dollarsā€
I made a deal with the cinema owner to share the money he made. So we prepared ourselves for the evening. Benas heart was beating double the speed it normally does. She was already wet the whole day. She had no idea of how many guys would fuck her that night. She had to wear her servants dress with hot black stockings, a short skirt in black with white pockets and a shelf bra, which exposed her long puffy nipples. She had a servants hood on her head and wore 5 inch black latex stilettos. As usual she wasnā€™t allowed to wear any slip. When she walked, her new fat piercing rings on her pussy lips hit together and made a hot concert.
When we left home Bena was so excited that we had to stop on the way to the cinema, cause she had to pee. We stopped at a parking lot and she walked in front of our car. Lifted her skirt and peed in front of it. I was rock hard immediately. When she was finished she stood up and let the rest of the pee run down her hot freshly shaven long slim legs. She got into the car and gave me a taste of her pee with her hand. Then she fucked herself a bit with her hand and licked her juice from her hand. I was so fucking hard so I ordered her to suck my dick immediately. Instead of sucking it in the car she walked around and opened the drivers door. She took my dick in her hungry slutmouth, while her bare ass was poking out of the car. Her fuckslut was visible to everybody. Her piercings hung down her slit. Some cars passed us and hooted. They couldnā€™t believe their eyes. Bena went on sucking my dick and with her special slut technique she massaged my cum out of my balls in record time. Quite a good training for tonight I thought. She slurped my cum down, after she played with it in her slutmouth. She is a specialist in cum gargling and enjoys to tease with it. After she swallowed she wiped her mouth and sat back in the car. We drove to the cinema, where we couldnā€™t believe what we saw.
There was a waiting line at the cinema. It seemed that there were 40 or 50 guys when we passed the whistling group. There were guys of every social background (even some really nasty ugly beggars). Ebony guys, Caucasians and Asians. Young and really old guys. Punks and business guys. What a fucking mess I thought. That takes hours to make them happy. When Benaslutslave passed them they started to grab at her tits and ass cheeks. I had to separate them to come into the cinema. There was some kind of bodybuilder I couldnā€™t get off. He grabed my slut on her hair and forced her down to the ground. Bena obeyed. He forced his dick out of his trousers directly in her throat. She sucked submissively and massaged his shaven bull balls. He forced his fat dick till his balls knocked on her chin. Tears run down her eyes. Her eyelash smeared a bit. But he didnā€™t take long to cum in her throat. He shot and Bena swallowed. She didnā€™t have any choice. He ripped her head of his dick and disappeared. Bena fall back a bit and catched herself. Her pussy was visible to all the guys in the line. One of the guys said, that this piercings are fucking crazy. ā€œYou are the filthiest whore heā€™ll ever fuck! We walked down to the cinema rooms and it looked not like 40 to 50 but like 80 in total.
Bena found a seat in the first row. She sat down. Some really horny porn was running. But nobody cared. They all followed us and wanked their dicks. I sat next to her and played on her pussy. I fucked her with my four fingers in her pussy hole. I ordered the first guy to my slave and allowed her to start her blow jobs. She immediately had two dicks in her hands and on in her sluttish mouth. Behind her where dozens of guys and grabbed her tiny but fucking sexy little titties. I fucked her heavier and she moaned over the dicks. The first guy was near to cum and on rage. Bena sucked harder and he couldnā€™t hold it anymore. He shot her in her mouth and released her. She was showing his cum to all the surrounding guys. They just realized what a slut she is. Then three guys where again next to her. She was changing dicks every 10 seconds and looked deep and sexy in their eyes. It didnā€™t take long again and she collected their loads in her mouth. The other guys gave her their loads and Bena gargled 10 loads within 10 minutes. Her mouth was full. I fucked her now with four fingers in her pussy hole. After the experience with the sadist in his house her cunt was widely spread for 3 weeks. I ordered Bena to do daily training of her muscles down there to get it tighter again. But I had that feeling it didnā€™t work out to her original tightness. Nevertheless she gargled the loads and suddenly swallowed all the mess and let go a yummy sound. Then she moved and kneeled on the cinema seat. She spread her bum and cunt into the masses and said, fuck me you fuckers. While she was bending over the seat she wanked dicks in the second row and blew a huge member from a beggar. That fat cock looked really ugly and smelled stinky but my Slaveslut sucked it dutifully. I guesss he hadnā€™t have sex for years and Benaslut was doing something social. After just 30 seconds he shot his 10 thick jizz loads in her fuckface. She wasnā€™t expecting that and was totally messed up. All the guys laughed and said, she is the sickest bitch in the world. Her pussy was already filled with a cock from an Asian guy. She didnā€™t realize it first but as he changed holes in her butt she started to enjoy it. Another guy sat beneath her on the cinema chair and sucked her titties while he fucked my bitch in her pierced whorepussy. The Asian guy continued and shot his load in her ass. And so it went on for two hours. I didnā€™t have the impression that the waiting line gets shorter. Bena was totally filled up with cum in every of her holes. Even when she gagged and threw up only cum disappeared from her. She felt in heaven. She was in the centre of the fuck universe. A cum loving goddess. Unexhaustible flows of warm cum. Under her three slave holes where huge puddles of cum. Her hair, her eyes and her ears where full of it too. She got a bit exhausted. I said to all, that my slut needs a 15 minute break.
After that we could continue. We disappeared in a dark room. What we saw was diverse SM stuff. I had an idea. I attached Benaslut on the swing set looking upwards and bound her A cup udders on a rope hanging from the ceiling. As usual they looked like tiny table tennis balls when they where bound. I enjoy that embarrassing presentation of her titless body. I bound her legs to the swing set. She had to arch back her head in a position where she can be fucked perfectly in her throat. Last but not least I bound her arms behind her back and attached her hair to it. So she was absolutely helpless and reduced to her three holes. Then I opened the door to the room and the guys flowed into the room.
Bena was still covered In cum and it flowed out of every of her holes. But that was only a third of what followed the next two hours. They raped her and fucked her. They filled her with their hands and fisted her ass and her pussy. Wads of slimy cum came ut of her bowels and her slutslit. She was chocked and gagged. Her face full of mucus. I asked the cinema guy if he could close the doors, because I think that my slave isnā€™t able to take more than the 30 guys still waiting for their release. When I entered the room again some nasty guy was fist fucking her poor sloppy anus and causing a fat two inch prolapse coming out of her bumhole. He boxed it in and released his hand a second later. I couldnā€™t see Benas condition through all that mucus, but I realized her moaning still. And finally she was still breathing and orgasming. I stopped counting after 6 or 7 times. Sure was she still had fun. Her piercings where hitting together in the speed of the fisting. She gagged loud and coughed. A huge black guy had stick his member in deep in her throat. It was clearly visible in her neck. He enjoyed that slow fuck deep in her and fucked her like that for at least 10 minutes. I couldnā€™t believe what I saw but he managed to get that huge member of 11 inches all the way in. It was like sword swallowing, what she practiced with him while she got fisted. Several guys fucked their load in her pussy using breaks of the fister. I couldnā€™t hold my cum seeing that black dick in my slave and fucked her on her eyes. I said, that they would have to hurry up. There is only half an hour left. With that the rest of the bunch stood around her and waited until the black guy shot his load into her mouth. She hold it and gargled. A group of guys shot their load into her cum bag mouth. 5 where left. I closed the room. I released here from all the bondages except the tit bondage. Her little teeny udders were deep red blueish. She had to kneel down. I got a whip and spanked her hard on her udders. She screamed. I whipped her hard again. She was back and more alive than before. It waked her up a bit. I whipped 10 times over her hot sexy ass cheeks. Then I told the five guys, that the guy who gets her to orgasm within a minute wins a night with her alone and can do whatever he wants except harming her permanently or killing her of course. Bena was kneeling a bit uncomfortable cause her tits lifted her up a bit.
The first guy must have cum from a construction area nearby. He was full of dirt and was stinking sweaty. He commanded Bena to stand up and fistfucked her cunt. After one minute she was really high but not near to cum. The second guy was another asian pervert and massaged her cum covered clit and licked it. I was shocked a bit but it seemed to work. Parallel he fucked three fingers in her anus and massaged artificially her left bluish tit ball. That brought her over the edge. So we stopped the challenge and he gave me his address for the next Saturday. I released Benaslut from her tit bondage.
Bena walked out the cinema towards the car fully covered in cum. I said to her, that she had to slurp the cum from her body or she doesnā€™t come into my car. After five minutes I gave her a towel and rubbed the rest of her body dry. At home she took her shower tortured boidy and was still excited of that evening. She was fucked over 5 hours by dozens of full cum ball owners. She slept quickly and I m sure she had wet dreams that night.

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Hot Wife

Hot Wife
This story is true, it took place over an 18 month period, only his name has been changed the rest is the way the encounter occurred, and I have the tapes to refer to for accuracy. This is the recount of her first affair.
My wife is 35 years old, five foot, long blond hair, 38dd breasts and a great ass. By her third date with John her ass was no longer virgin.
Her and I have spoken about these stories and she wanted to contribute to the writing.
This next encounter is told by Joyce as I wasnā€™t there to record it.
Hi everyone.
After my last encounter every time the phone rang I ran over and picked it up with anticipation. When John left Sunday morning he said Iā€™ll call Monday and maybe stop by for a blow job, I was salivating to give it to him. As you may or may not know I love to suck cock and swallow cum.
No call, Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, by Thursday I was getting depressed. Thursday evening Al and I were watching TV around 8:30 PM when the phone rang. Al answered, Hi John how have you been? Oh well shit happens yeah Iā€™ll get her, itā€™s for you and he smiled at me. I said hi babe thought you had ditched me, No way having trouble with my wife these last few days, I understand. Hold on while I go upstairs so I can talk.
Al turned the TV sound off and I put the phone on speaker. After a few moments I said ok now I can talk. Joyce the last four days all Iā€™ve thought about was you. I know darling after you left I kept those panties on until 4PM and thatā€™s when I took a shower, I wanted to smell you all day. I didnā€™t brush my teeth until Monday because I wanted to keep your taste in my mouth. Stop Iā€™m getting a hard-on thinking about it, good.
Iā€™m trying to arrange a fishing trip for Saturday till Sunday, a friend of mine says I can use his boat. Itā€™s a thirty foot cabin cruiser and we can go out in the bay and anchor. Will Al let you go? Call me in the morning, by noon and Iā€™ll let you know. By big guy, by love.
Do you want to go? Hell yes! Ok but just this one time as all Iā€™ll have is your story on the trip. Great, let me suck your cock, I need some cum now. Ok.
The next morning John called at about 11, hi sweetie how my girl? Wet and ready for our fishing trip. Thatā€™s great Iā€™ll pick you up at around 2PM Saturday afternoon, ok what do I need. Your street clothes, a pair of panties bra and heels? I can do that.
Saturday at two he pulled up and off I went, after we left the neighborhood I leaned over and stuck my tongue down his throat and then put my head down and kissed his dick.
Joyce you have no idea how much Iā€™ve looked forward to this, and me too babe. The ride was long and but we finally arrived at 4:30. You hungry? I could go for a cum shake or a burger. The shake you will get later lets get some food, ok.
After burgers and fries and several double vodkas we got to the boat. We got on board and went in side. Iā€™d like another drink please, ok but youā€™ve had four already, donā€™t worry Iā€™m not driving, ok.
I went into the state room and put on my outfit yellow lace thong, matching bra and black 5ā€ heels. I opened the door stepped out and had a tongue in my mouth and a hand on my clit. Wow I guess you like the look? You know it. My juices started flowing, he took me into the bedroom, take those panties off! You got it, I laid down and that huge cock was going in easily, all I could say was your cock feels great push it further, and he did until our public bones we mashing together. Oh my god oh my god baby fuck me fuck me. He did for about five or six minutes and then as I was about to explode he tensed up and we came together, I almost passed out I came so hard. It took a long time to calm down, He rolled off with a cute smile and said are you hungry I just smiled and said all the time.
The next half hour he feed me cum and vodka, what a great combination. ( ladies if youā€™ve never tried it you should )
I had my hand on his cock and it started to twitch. Honey I have something for you, as I started to message the cock with more vigor. What is it doll. Well the last time we were together you took my ass before I could say anything, yes I know, shush what Iā€™m saying is Iā€™d like to offer it to you willingly now. Really? Yes and Al has never had it so I hope you know how I feel.
God Iā€™d love it, I rolled over on all fours stuck my ass up as far as I could and said make me cum. The next thing I felt was his large wet warm cock at my rosebud and then in it went. I was tight but knew in time heā€™d stretch me to accommodate him in all my orifices.
He did what I asked and I blew my cookie twice before he unloaded another large load of sperm into me.
For the next two hours I had cum and vodka. I realized then that I was falling in love with his cock. Hon would you fuck me again? I sure will, John rolled over and in his beautiful cock went. We fucked for what seem like and hour I came four times and then he once again let go, god I love warm cum.
We were both getting pretty drunk cum and vodka is great and I admit I donā€™t know when to stop. It was about midnight, we were still up when we heard footsteps on the boat. What was that I asked, I donā€™t know let me go see, John got up and put on his shorts, I pulled up my wet panties and grabbed a t shirt the back door open and there was a big black guy. John looked and said Hi Mark, Hi John, I thought you were going fishing? Something else came up, it was apparent to see what we had been doing as I was covered in cum and had soaked panties both front and back showing large stains.
Mark got any beer yeah Iā€™ve got about six left Iā€™ll get them for you, thanks. Should I change? No I like the look and besides Iā€™m fucking you when he leaves, ok good. Why is he out roaming around at midnight. Wife left him so heā€™s been alone for five months, bet he has a very full nut sack. Iā€™m sure he does, he saw the twinkle in my eye. My concern is he may want more then a blow job. But there has to be an awful lot of cum? Right! Yeah I suppose. Youā€™ve had a lot of cum already, never enough cum, besides I could pump it into a glass and I could drink it. Iā€™m sure he expect you to pump it out of him, I have no problem with it if you donā€™t. Besides the sooner he leaves the soon I get fucked again.
John hereā€™s the beer, thanks. Mark this is Joyce, Hi Mark how are you? Great you? Never better. Iā€™m a bit of a mess at the moment, you look fine to me. Well thank you sir.
John says your alone, yeah wife left five months ago, why? Found a guys with a bigger dick. Sorry about that, well you guys have a beer and Iā€™ll be out in a little bit. The door closed.
Joyce really looks good man, thanks and she loves to suck cock and drink cum. Really? yeah for real. Wow. If your interested she could jerk you off in a glass and drink it. Really? Yeah but thatā€™s it then you go. Ok itā€™s a deal. Joyce, hon come out, she opened the door and stood there in wet panties and a t shirt, whatā€™s up baby? How would you like some more cum? Iā€™d love it. Markā€™s nut sack is full, you could pump it out in the vodka glass and, I know what to do with it, Mark you ok with this, yeah Lets go, John get my glass, got it, Mark lets see your cock please. He stood up and out came a very large dick, it was larger then Johns and quite a bit fatter, how nice, come her big boy. Joyce pulled off her t shirt showing off her 38s and said canā€™t jerk a guy off unless your tits are bouncing around and your nipples are rock hard, right? Yes was all mark could say.
It took her four minutes and Mark let go of a huge load, Joyce cooed at him, again? Please another four minutes and she had at least six ounces of cum. Again? nope Iā€™m empty, looks good. She lifted the warm sticky concoctions to her lips and drank. Mark smiled your are my kind of woman, thank you sir, she held up the glass tipped it towards him in a gesture of thanks and finished it, you taste great. Thank you and you can do that anytime you want. Well thank you sir.
Iā€™ll see you next week buddy, you guys have a great night, we will. Mark was gone, Well how about the good fucking you promised me?
John spread he legs rubbed the head of his cock on her wet pussy lips and pushed, oh god lover I can really get use to this, me too. Now lets fuck, yes. yes, yes.
Sunday morning Johnā€™s car pulled up and Joyce got out, waved goodbye and came in the house. I was sitting at the table drinking coffee. Good morning, hi hon itā€™s a great morning. Joyce your covered in cum, yeah itā€™s a good look for me donā€™t you think? Any more coffee? Full pot, well get some and tell me how it went.
A note from Joyce.
I have to admit I didnā€™t tell al about the anal or Mark until mark was also fucking me but thatā€™s another date and story. If you enjoyed these first three date let us know as the affair went on for 18 months and there were many date and al relies on the tape for accuracy. To any female readers believe me try cum and vodka itā€™s great!

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Playing A New Hand

Playing A New Hand
My husband, Clint, and I now practice what is known as an open marriage; but this has not always been the case. I was a virgin when we got married, 13 years ago. My husband was the first man to ever see me nude ā€“ much less to have sex with me ā€“ until about five months ago. Since then, things have really changed.
My husband and I now enjoy sex with others. I am only sorry we waited so long to discover the full range of sexual opportunities. Last Labor Day weekend, Clintā€™s brother Steve visited with us while his wife and kids took a trip to visit her parents before school started. After dinner on the last night of the weekend, we played cards and had a few drinks. After several games of three-handed gin, Clint suggested we play poker. He and Steve both played cards frequently, and since I won nearly every hand at gin, they thought they would beat me at poker.
At first we just played regular poker with chips, but no money. I donā€™t know much about poker, but I was winning most of the hands. Steve said you couldnā€™t really play poker without betting money because you canā€™t bluff if you donā€™t have anything to lose. I jokingly mentioned several times that we play strip poker, and I mentioned it again. Iā€™d had an awful lot to drink and had been especially lucky in cards so far, so I said it without really thinking. Little did I know how this simple remark would change my life ā€“ and change it for the better.
Steve was quick to react to my suggestion and said, ā€œLetā€™s play.ā€ All of a sudden, it dawned on me what I was getting into. I still didnā€™t think we would go very far, so I told Steve to deal the cards. I won the first few hands, and then they started to win. Everything was pretty routine while we were losing things like socks and shoes. As we removed each item, we did it in a seductive, teasing way and enjoyed a good laugh.
The winner of each hand got to say who took off the next article of clothing. I was losing faster, but I had on more stuff to take off than they did. Finally, I didnā€™t have anything left but my blouse, bra, panties and shorts ā€“ and I lost the next hand. Timidly and nervously, I removed my blouse. Both guys had their eyes glued on me even though I still had my bra on. Then I lost again. By this time I was starting to get a little excited. No man except Clint had ever seen me nude, and I had never seen anyoneā€™s cock but Clintā€™s.
Even though I was getting excited, I was still nervous; so I used a delay tactic. I excused myself and went into the bathroom and took off my panties. (I had to show them to the guys to prove that I removed them.) This way they still couldnā€™t see anything. Then I started to win again, and before I lost another hand Clint and Steve were down to their underwear. Since we were playing at the table, I only got the chance to see them when they stood up to take off their pants. However, I started breathing heavy when Steve took his pants off because his erection was quite visible.
When I lost my bra, I was really thrilled by the way they looked at my breasts. I could feel my nipples grow erect as I unhooked my bra and slid it down off my boobs. I tried to hide myself a little with my arms, but at the same time I was enjoying the fact that they were able to see my body. Clint lost his shorts on the next hand. Then I lost my shorts, and I quickly took them off and sat back down. I was getting more excited and close to climaxing knowing that I was sitting naked in front of Steve. When he lost his underwear, I couldnā€™t take my eyes off his cock. It was at least two inches bigger than Clintā€™s, and it was really stiff.
We sat there in the nude and nervously had another drink. No one really knew what to do next, but I was so horny by now that I didnā€™t want to stop. In fact, I kept inventing excuses for Steve or me to get up for something so that I could see him and he could see me. I suggested we keep playing, and the winner would name what someone would do.
We decided to leave the kitchen, since the table was in our way, and we moved to the living room. I won the next hand, so I had both guys spread their legs and move their hands away from their crotches so I could see their cocks real well. They did the same thing to me when I lost the next hand. When I spread my legs, they could see that my pussy was so moist it was glistening. When I won again, I asked Steve to masturbate for 30 seconds. When I continued to win, I asked Clint to do the same thing. I had always wondered about men jacking off, and now I got to watch two of them do it. It was great. I next asked Steve to kiss my pussy. He just leaned down and kissed it without hesitation.
Soon it was my turn to be told what to do. With each hand I lost, I had to masturbate in front of them, finger myself and kiss their cocks. I can still remember how flushed with excitement I got whenever I touched Steveā€™s cock. It was bigger than Clintā€™s, and it felt so hard that just the fact that I had my hand around a strange cock made me tremble all over. I also remember how surprised and horny I got when my husband won and said he wanted Steve and me to eat each other. By now, we were so primed that I climaxed as soon as Steve stuck his tongue in my pussy and started to flick it across my clitoris. I wanted to suck him until he got off, too, but Clint said that was enough.
When I won next, I was too shy to say what I really wanted. I really wanted Steve to fuck me, but I felt obligated to ask Clint instead. Clint was excited, too, because he hadnā€™t fucked me for more than two minutes before he shot his load into me. This broke the ice. Steve won next and said it was his turn to fuck me. Since Clint was the only person in the world I had ever fucked, I almost fainted from excitement when Steve entered me. His cock totally filled me. He didnā€™t last very long either, but in the short time he was pumping me, I had two climaxes and still remember how wonderful it felt to have his cock in me.
Steve spent the night with us, and I had him twice more and had Clint once more. I was fucked five times that night. I was totally exhausted, but I was also in heaven. We spent the night in the same room and as Steve or Clint fucked me, the other watched. While one of them pounded into me, I would look at the otherā€™s cock to see if it was getting hard. I realized that this was so satisfying to me because it was the first time.
Clint and I were a little embarrassed to talk about this afterwards. I knew I liked it, but I felt Clint had only participated because he had been drinking. I was also afraid that he had lost respect for me. Later, I found out he felt the same way and was afraid I had lost respect for him since he had agreed to let someone else fuck me. We downplayed the whole thing for these dumb reasons for a couple of weeks.
At a party a couple of weeks later, one of the men there started coming on to me pretty strong. So we went into one of the bedrooms and started to make out. It wasnā€™t long before he unbuttoned my blouse and began kissing my tits while his hands roamed up my skirt to my pussy. He was fingering me and I had just started to play with his cock when we were interrupted. There had been no doubt in my mind that I was going to let him fuck me. I felt those same tingles I had felt that night as I watched Steve undress and then later when he fucked me. I didnā€™t care that I hardly knew this guy. I was excited by being kissed and fondled by a strange man. But the interruption unnerved him so much that he begged off. In fact, it had scared me a little, as well.
That night I confessed to Clint. He really got turned on and wanted me to describe in detail how the man got his hand inside the elastic of my panties, how it felt, how his cock felt really good to me and the whole story. Clint got really horny and started screwing me. When we finished, we started talking about all that had happened recently, and how it really turned us both on. I told Clint that I liked it, and I would like to watch him fuck someone else, too. Ultimately, we both agreed that we would not only like to have sex with others, but that we would also like to watch each other in the act.
Our circle of friends was very uptight, which presented a problem. We decided out best bet would be to start with Steve and his wife Margie. I agreed to approach Margie, and Clint would talk with Steve. It was really kind of funny because of our relationship with them. Strangely enough, both of them wanted to, but they were afraid the other wouldnā€™t agree. As it turned out, Margie was easy to convince because she had had a couple of secret affairs since she and Steve had been married. I convinced her that if we got Steve to agree, which was no problem, it would make it easier for her to screw other people in the future. Later, I told her about Steve screwing me when she was away over the Labor Day weekend. That really excited her, and she wanted me to tell her all about it.
I also asked her to describe her affairs to me. This conversation was really making me horny, and as we talked she brushed her hand against my breast. Then she put her hand on my leg and ran it up along my thigh. Pretty soon we were kissing and feeling each other, and then Margie started sucking my breasts. We peeled off out panties and lay on the couch, kissing each other and fingering each otherā€™s pussies until we both came to shuddering climaxes. It was a one time thing I always wanted to try with anther woman, but it wasnā€™t as satisfying as a manā€™s cock. I was looking forward to swapping with Steve and Margie now more than ever, and I was really thrilled when we got them to agree.
We decided to use our place. We also thought it would be fun to take our clothes off together in the same room. I could see that Clint was staring at Margie as she took off her bra and panties. He didnā€™t even take his eyes off her while he hurried to get his own clothes off. Both Clint and Steve had erections by the time they were naked, and I couldnā€™t wait to get at Steveā€™s big cock. As soon as we were undressed, we got down on the floor and started fondling each other. Clint was sucking Margieā€™s breasts, and she was rubbing his prick. I watched him as he reached down and took her pussy into his hand and inserted his middle finger.
Steve was licking my nipples and fingering me. I moved around to take his big cock in my mouth, and he started eating my pussy. Margie was now sitting on Clintā€™s face while sucking his cock at the same time. I could hear the sounds of tongues lapping wet pussies and Margieā€™s muffled moans. After I climaxed, Steve got on top of me and I guided his cock into my wet and waiting pussy. It filled me, and after just a little bit of screwing, I climaxed again, humping my hips against him to take every inch of his big cock. I could hear Margie moan as Clint entered her. This was Clintā€™s first woman besides me, and I could tell by looking at him that he was satisfied with Margie.
I still remember the expression on Clintā€™s face while he was fucking her. He was pounding into her, and she had her legs wrapped around his back with her hands holding on to his ass. I climaxed again as Steve shot his load into me, and I watched while Clint had his orgasm at the same time Margie let out one of her cries of pleasure. Watching Clint and Margie fuck while Steve was on top of me made everything more exciting for me.
Since that night, we often swing with Steve and Margie. We have also taken on other lovers as well since then. Clint and I now have also had separate affairs. We donā€™t push anything, but instead, we let it happen naturally. Our sex life is much broader, and we have learned to enjoy sex to a much greater degree. We fully endorse our new life-style. Perhaps you will too, if you give it a try.

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behind his back

Everything I write is pretty much fiction. I write on the topics that fascinate me, even if I have absolutely no intention on doing them. But this time I’m writing about an actual experience and I would love to know what your thoughts are. I have changed the names and dates of those involved to protect the innocent or to respect the participants privacy. I would love to know if you think I should continue to feel bad about this incident.

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On the Hook

She looked at the clock and swore it hadnā€™t moved all day. It probably didnā€™t help that she had just checked it less than a minute ago but that was beside the point. She wanted to go home. In truth, she had never wanted to be there. Well, not until Nathan had made an offer she was finding most difficult to refuse.
It was difficult to feel any kind of attractive when working around fast food vats of hot oil and heating lamps that hovered over heavily battered chicken and fish and, if it werenā€™t for her natural sense of curiosity she probably wouldnā€™t have given it a second thought as the clock ticked painfully slow. With a heavy sigh she looked again, shifted in her stance against the counter, and even dared to look at Nathan with a blushing smile.
Nathan stood at a lanky 5ā€™8ā€, her same height, with eyes of a green glinting marble with flecks of gold that easily captivated her gaze. His brows and eyes were dark, almost foreboding, and thick. It gave her the impression that perhaps he was Italian decent, especially given the mustache that filled the entire area between his nose and upper lip enough to hide the fullness of that which she was curious to kiss. If it werenā€™t for the fact that he was perhaps the only man as pale, if not paler, than her she might have considered him part vampire as well.
Tina was a big girl or full figured as was the politically correct way to describe fat chicks these days. She wore glasses that she had been told complimented her round face and naturally rosy cheeks though she was often pushing them up with her fingers or nudging them up with a well practiced crinkling of her nose. Her naturally curly hair of dark mahogany hung gently on her shoulders in the dampness of Oklahomaā€™s sticky and oppressive weather. It wasnā€™t that she was so critical of herself but, when smelling of grease and fish and about to embark on her first ever affair, it was difficult not to criticize and doubt herself.
Just when she thought she would scream in frustration, it was time. She slid a knowing glance to her partner in crime and scurried herself out of the fast food place faster than she could remember having ever gone before. Nathan, the afore mentioned partner in crime, still had to finish putting his things away and would still be a few minutes which might have been the longer wait than the whole of the day so far. Would he change his mind? Would she?
Before she could doubt herself into denial of what she wanted, Nathan was knocking on her window with a grin that showed through his thick and dark mustache and hooded crystal green eyes. It was a teasing smile laced with untold pleasures her body had begun to hum with thoughts of. His grin broadened as she smiled sheepishly back at him, his wink an acknowledgement that he had full intentions of carrying out his earlier promises of indulgences.
She pulled out of the parking lot and waited for Nathan to fall in behind before she started on her way home. It was a route she took every day on her way home, sometimes even twice a day if she were working double shifts. Yet today, she doubted her sense of direction. Every light, every stop sign, every lane change became one of indecision and doubt. ā€˜Tina! Get a grip!ā€™ she muttered to herself. ā€˜You can still say no. No one would blame you.ā€™ Yet still she drove until she pulled into her apartment parking lot and space. She dispelled a long breath and let go of her doubt. There was another man that claimed to desire her other than her husband, the only other man she had ever been with. Soon she would know what it would be like to be with another man. Soon she would find out if Nathan truly wanted her or if he were simply toying with her insecurities. It was time to see who was bluffing and who wasnā€™t.
He followed her like a predator as they moved from the parking lot and up the stairs. She fumbled nervously with her keys then opened the door to the spacious two bedroom apartment. She and her husband didnā€™t have any children so it wouldnā€™t be of any consequence to use the guest bedroom for this little tryst. It wouldnā€™t be like her husband would know anyway; it wasnā€™t like he ever went into the second bedroom for anything.
Tina waited for Nathan to walk in then closed and locked the door behind them. Her husband wouldnā€™t be home for a couple of hours at least but still it would be at least a hint of a warning if they heard the door being unlocked. Not that they would have that much time to recover if they were in the throes of it but she wasnā€™t willing to think that hard about it. Besides, the danger of the possibility of being caught seemed to add to the adrenaline rush of it rather than delude any of it.
She stood against the door once it was locked and watched as Nathan strode through the apartment looking at everything and nothing at the same time. When he completed his circle around the living room he paused to stand before her. His first two long slender fingers picked up a tendril of curls from her shoulder, her eyes following the gesture until he dropped the curls and slid his hand alongside her cheek and raised her eyes to his just before moving in for the first of many soul searching kisses. He tasted of nicotine, a taste she wasnā€™t particularly fond of but she couldnā€™t wrap her mind around the distaste through the forbidden pleasure the rest of her mind and body was beginning to surge with.
As they stood there kissing, tongues dancing and probing with a growing urgency, she could feel his fingers beginning to unbutton her shirt. She tugged at the bottoms of it to untuck the shirt from her pants before she, too, started to unbutton his shirt that had already been pulled from his slacks to make it easier for her to open his shirt and slide it from his squared pale shoulders. She hadnā€™t seen another man shirtless before, not in the flesh that wasnā€™t related to her or at a distant she couldnā€™t touch or, better yet, savor. She leaned in to lick at the hollow of his throat at the same time she felt her breasts spill free from front-hooked bra, his hands taking over the duty of the peach lace cups before he lowered his head to lick at the puckered left nipple. A sharp gasp filled her lungs as she pressed his head against her warming body. When he moved to the other nipple she felt her knees begin to buckle.
Nathan chuckled lightly as he stood straight then tugged at her belt loops to draw her further into the living room. She went willingly, of course, her face flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the weather outside. Biting her lower lip, she watched as he unfastened his belt and then his pants, kicking off his shoes before he lowered both his pants and briefs in one swift motion. He stepped out of them with well practiced ease and stood there as if waiting for her inspection.
Tina fought the urge to look directly down at his groin, or at least be obvious about it. A nervous laugh lodged in her throat as she went from his chest to his navel and down the line of dark hairs that went to his erection. Being the only other cock she had ever seen in the flesh, to say that she was taken aback would be an understatement. His otherwise slender body gave way to a cock with a bulbous head and slender shaft. It reminded her of a toadstool and her first thought was to wonder how, or if, she could wrap her lips around him. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than did she find herself on her knees before him, her licked lips parting to suckle the tip with the same fervor as their earlier kiss. Her tongue flicked at his oozing slit, tasting something different though, by now, she had begun to realize that there wouldnā€™t be much similarity between Nathan and her husband in any way shape or form other than the fact they were both very much male.
Taking the cock head in further, she run her tongue under the thick ridge and rolled the tip of her tongue along the taut skin in time with the panting gasps that suddenly came from his mouth. Those sweet sounds urged her onā€¦oh how she loved those noises! She slipped the head from her moist mouth and turned her head to give some much needed attention to his elongated shaft, making sure to add hungered slurping sounds that only added to her own need the longer they continued. His hands pulled her away from his body just as she had begun to lavish his drawn balls with the expanse of her lapping tongue. The look in his eyes seared her enough to make her breathless for that instant.
He didnā€™t have to speak for her to know what was to come next. Uncurling from her knees she unbuttoned her pants and rocked her hips back and forth until her clothing pooled at her feet, her shoes and clothing piled on the floor in a clump, soon topped with her shirt and bra until she, too, stood naked before him, nervous and self conscious as she had been that very first time with her husband. Taking her hand in his, Nathan lowered her to the floor between the couch and the entertainment center. She had forgotten about the second bedroom and, even if she hadnā€™t, she wasnā€™t sure she would have stopped this moment for anything.
Tina lay on her back and parted her knees as he remained kneeling between them. With the back of his hand he began to tease her damped slit with his knuckles until she, too, was panting with a dark need. Nathan removed his hand and licked at his glossy knuckles with torturously slow motions as their gazes locked. It took no more than a few pounding heartbeats for them both to realize that enough was enough. The time for foreplay was over. Nathan kept his eyes on hers as he SLAMMED himself into her body, her back arched in response as she struggled to catch her breath. There was no gentle romanticism here, no declarations of love or promises to keep. It was sex. Deep penetrating sex.
With hands on either side of her head, Nathan drove himself into her over and over again. She wrapped her legs around his slender waist and used her calves to push him further into her with each down stroke, deeper, if that were possible. He lowered to kiss her again the pulled back to whisper against her lips, ā€œTurn over.ā€
She felt the absence of him the moment he pulled back from her. She turned her body quickly over not wanting to know that absence too long and felt the crushed carpet beneath her knees and the palms of her hands, her fingers scratching at it in anticipation. Nathanā€™s nails dug into the smooth flesh of her hips and drew her back into him, her throbbing sex parting in silent welcome to his eager thrusts. Almost instantly, their bodies slapped together while the air filled with growling grunts and the scent of sex. Reaching down, she pressed her fingers against her hardened clit to move in circles to heighten the intensity. While his cock pummeled in and out of her with a maddening fury, her slick velvet walls closed around him like a glove, massaging him, coaxing him for more. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as the sweat trickled down the side of his face and felt it like a small spatter against her lower back like a Sirenā€™s call. She matched him thrust for thrust as they bucked wildly, her nipples brushing against the carpet adding a teasing friction that left her moaning helplessly. Hissing between clenched teeth, she barely got the words out that she was about to cum when she felt the sudden erratic movements of his hips boring into her as he came, filling her, mixing with her own release.
Her body was sweated and slumped on her elbows as he pulled from her. She could feel his seed seeping from her core the moment he pulled back to sit and catch his breath. She, too, rolled over to watch him, waiting to see if he felt pleased or disappointed. He stood and offered his hand to her to have her soon facing him then leaned in for another kiss that was nothing but pleasure and appreciation.
ā€œIā€™ll get my things and go,ā€ he grinned, ā€œI have to work second shift tonight. Iā€™ll see you at work tomorrow.ā€
Within moments he was dressed and out of the door, leaving her with a satisfied glow and a trickle of cum down her inner thigh. With a girlish glee she hurried to wash the carpet that would be a constant reminder and to shower though that naughty part of her couldnā€™t help but wonder if her husband would sense the feel of another manā€™s seed inside her. It was enough to hitch up her bravado and kept her from washing it out of her body.
By the time her husband came home that evening, she was sitting pretty on the couch watching a movie, wearing nothing but his favorite raspberry silk with black lace trim teddy and ready for round two.

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Payment

What happens when a hot MILF comes up a little short and does not have enough cash to pay the babysitters

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Betrayal 3

Betrayal 3
The following morning I awoke to hear Brandi doing her morning bathroom stuff. I waited for thirty minutes, listened at the bedroom door until I heard voices in the kitchen, and then freshened up myself. Brandi was all smiles when I entered, and I found the table set for a single place. She poured my coffee, kissed the top of my head and said, ā€œWhile youā€™re eating breakfast, Iā€™ll take Lee over to the park and show him our new waterfall they just put in. Be back in thirty minutes, and weā€™ll plan the course for our day.ā€
They were out the door before I could even respond. Suddenly, the English muffin looked like a piece of wood. I took my coffee out on the patio, and waited for two and a half hours until I heard the sound of her car returning. I met them as they entered, and Brandi went straight to the bathroom, closing the door. She hadnā€™t been so quick that I hadnā€™t seen her flushed look and swollen lips though. Lee gave me a meek smile, and also retired to his own room. I listened to the water running in our bathroom, and could only imagine what she was doing. I knew. Iā€™d been married to her for a long time. How should I handle this? I decided Iā€™d wait until the evening, and catch them in the act. That would make it simpler. We played in the pool most of the day (or they did, as I sit in a pool chair and pretended to read.) Iā€™d always thought my wife beautiful and wanted her sexually at least once or twice a week. Now that Iā€™d seen her with another man though, I actually lusted for her, watching the crack of her ass hungrily through her silk bikini bottoms, longing to touch those nipples sticking out against the top. In my entire life, my cock never stayed as hard for such a long time as it did that day. Only fear of rejection kept me from grabbing her hand, leading her into the bedroom, and attacking her savagely.
Brandi decided to grill steaks for dinner, so she and Lee spent another hour in the outdoor kitchen doing that. I watched them out my study window, but except for a few touches of hands, and lots of eye contact, they behaved. At 9:30 I stood, stretched and said, ā€œThink Iā€™ll turn in.ā€ I Looked at Brandi. ā€œComing?ā€ Please come with me I pleaded silently.
She smiled sweetly, ā€œI want to catch the late news first. Be in later.ā€ Neither of them looked up as I departed.
I waited at the bedroom patio door for fifteen minutes (I am usually asleep in ten,) and finally saw Brandi stand and head for our bedroom. I hopped in bed, heard the door open, then close quietly. She was gone. I quickly went back to the glass door and watched as she held out her hand to Lee, and together they walked toward the guest room. Once they started fucking, I told myself, Iā€™d confront them both. This would put a stop to it once and for all, one way or another. I practically ran around the building to the guestroom window, but Brandi was already kneeling in front of Lee, half his cock buried down her milking throat. She acted like sheā€™d been absolutely starving for it. Leeā€™s sweat pants had been pushed down just far enough to allow Brandi access to his cock and balls. He finally forced her greedy mouth off his cock, and sit on the edge of the bed, pulling his pants completely off. Then he scooted back to the center, laying his head on one of the pillows. Brandi quickly dropped her shorts and halter-top, and with tits swaying, crawled toward him. She licked his cock a couple times before Lee groaned and practically threw her beneath his body. He held her legs up with his arms, and buried his meaty cock inside her. Brandi screamed sharply, either in surprise or pain, I donā€™t know which. In any event, as he pounded her pussy, she wrapped her long legs around his body and began to answer each thrust with one of her own, followed by low moans and audible gasps. They mustā€™ve been burning up all day long, because it didnā€™t take long. Suddenly, Lee clinched his ass cheeks, his body went ridged and his nuts drew up tight. Shivering and trembling, he held himself buried entirely inside her, pumping his cum deep. Brandi suddenly cried out sharply, her toes curling, followed by small whimpers as she clutched his ass cheeks with both hands. Her whimpers quickly turned to something that sounded like sobs, and after several minutes, they both collapsed as I jerked off, cumming against the side of the house.
Breathless and trembling, I gasped for breath. It had been the most exciting thing Iā€™d ever witnessed. My dick felt tender but still slightly hard as I continued stroking it gently. After a few minutes, Brandi slid down Leeā€™s body and began licking his cock clean. I needed to stop this. I wanted to stop it – but I just stood there, watching my wife with another man. It was hard to accept this was the cute virgin college girl I’d faIlen in love with and married. The girl who’d learned about sex along with me, and thought we were happy with that. I was sick inside, but nearly cumming just watching them. I guess I am one sick puppy. As Brandi licked and sucked Leeā€™s cock and balls as sheā€™d done the night before, it started getting hard again. She began sucking in earnest then, taking it far inside her throat, holding it there. She turned so that I could now see her snatch. Soft, light-brown curly hair, matted and wet, puffy lips holding her cunt open just a bit so a lining of pink showed. I saw a white bubble appear, followed by a glob of cream, and then a river of it. I recalled how after our sex she’d hide under the covers and wait for me to fetch a washcloth so she could wipe away the “Icky mess.” Mesmerized, I watched as Leeā€™s load oozed out of her, and she used her left hand to smear it around her clit, emitting little sounds of pleasure it produced. I had another full boner by then. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed gently, a thrill shooting through me.
After several minutes Lee acted like he was getting close to cumming again, but Brandi pulled back, repeatedly flicking the tip with her tongue. He grunted each time she did that. I heard her say, ā€œI want it inside me again.ā€
She got on her hands and knees, as Lee positioned himself behind her. I could fully see her stretched cunt, leaking juices, open for him. Her wrinkled anus worked in and out as she waited. She was so close I thought I could smell her through the open window. I saw Lee place his cock-head against her open lips, and start pushing it in. Brandi gasped loudly, dropping her chest a bit to give him better access. He gave a quick thrust with his hips, and was all the way in. I felt as if I would cum right then. Lee started slowly sawing back and forth, as Brandi clutched the bedspread and whimpered softly. His cock was wet and shiny with her juices, glistening in the bedside lamp’s light. In all our years of marriage, Brandi had never been as open with me, always covering sedately, even during sex. It was now as if she wanted Lee to see her like this, completely surrendering, giving herself to him. I become conscious of tears streaming down my face even as I rapidly flogged my dick. I felt as if my heart was breaking, yet I watched, hungrily yearning for this woman who was my wife, but was now another manā€™s whore.
Lee took longer this time, bringing her to the brink then slowing down, pulling back until she was uttering little protesting mews, waving her ass around searching for his penetration. I saw him smile and wanted to smash his face in. Instead, I clutched my cock harder, and watched. I heard Brandi plead softly, ā€œplease,ā€ moving her beautiful ass back to capture his cock. Smiling coldly, Lee slammed into her brutally, battering her pussy with his horse-like cock. The slapping against her ass sounded almost deafening, extremely painful. Brandi turned her face on the pillow and I could now see her clearly. She looked in bliss. Then her face twisted painfully, and she cried out, ā€œYes! Yes . . .yes . . . yessss.ā€ Leeā€™s ass clinched as he buried a foot of meat to the base, held it there trembling, emptying those hairy balls into my wifeā€™s waiting cunt. My wife!
I came harder than I can ever remember. When I could breathe again I watched Lee unhook from her, and fall onto his side. She turned to face him, staring into his face for a moment, then reached up and licked his lips. That look of tenderness, told it all. I staggered back to our room totally exhausted, my cock aching from its abuse. I didnā€™t know if they would do anything else, or if they even could, but I fell onto bed, out immediately.
I was unaware if Brandi came to bed, but she wasnā€™t there the next morning and her pillow didnā€™t look mussed. The first thing I did was go on a crying jag ā€“ the tears just kept coming for a long time. I loved my wife more than anything, and I was sure I had now lost her. Sheā€™d been a virgin when we married, and I was sure mine was the only cock sheā€™d ever had. When sheā€™d touched Leeā€™s gigantic cock that first night on our family room sofa, I can only imagine the rockets going off inside her pretty head. Practically a virgin and likely unaware something like that even existed, sheā€™d have probably been curious at best and eventually overcome with desire for it. A chance to try a cock that big, for a woman whoā€™d done hang-gliding, surfing and deep sea fishing, had been like waving a red-flag in front of her. Yeah, sheā€™d have done it for sure, and once experiencing it had instantly been addicted.
I wondered how sheā€™d explain why she hadnā€™t come to bed last night, if sheā€™d even try. In my mind, I saw how her pussy had clasped Leeā€™s driving cock inside her, quivering on it with pleasure as she came. Tears stung my eyes again, even as I felt my boner grower. You sick bastard, I thought in disgust, but was simply unable to stop it. I entered the kitchen, and saw her Gucci suitcase by the front door. Lee was no where to be seen.
ā€œIā€™m leaving,ā€ she said simply.
ā€œWith Lee?ā€
She looked surprised. ā€œYou know?ā€
I swallowed hard. ā€œI love you, Brandi. I do. More than life. Donā€™t go.ā€
She walked to the front door and picked up the bag. ā€œI love you, too.ā€ With that, she walked out of my life.

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Brother in-law part 1

We met in 1983. I was a little more than eleven at the time. At first I couldnā€™t stand Michael. I thought he was a jerk, who always had a rude remark or answered in a way that made me feel like I was being talked down to. At this time he was dating my sister they had met in college. Every other weekend she would come home to visit. After about a year or so I got used to Michael being around. And soon found myself wanting to be around him every chance that I got which wasnā€™t easy seeing they were hardly ever around but I would purposely sit next to him on the couch maybe sitting to close. I didnā€™t totally understand with seeing as I was really young maybe 12 now. But my heart would race and my palms would get clammy whenever I was near him even or in the same room.
In 84 we moved to a big house and my sister and Michael soon dropped out of college and moved in with us he stayed on the weekends still and soon it became an everyday thing.
In 85 my sister and Michael got married and started their own family which meant that I didnā€™t see Michael very often or my sister. They had their first child in June of 85 a boy named Christopher. He was such a cute baby and he grew up to be a handsome well-matured man. We are very close and we share everything. Well almost everything.
The year is 1999 and I had needed a place to stay. My sister and her husband graciously opened their home and let me stay with them. The man I was with at the time was a total ass and I needed to get rid of him. He wasnā€™t staying with us and was sleeping out of his car or over at some friendā€™s house. We didnā€™t hook up very often as I had gotten a job working with my sister trying to save up enough money to get a place of my own again but when we did hook up there wasnā€™t much talking just fucking, and fucking was all this man was good for; Steve and I never in the 18 months that we were together made love. We fucked hard. He would drive his nine-inch cock deep into my pussy. Pulling my hair and riding me from behind. I would straddle him and ram myself on top of his cock, and I loved it. I think that one reason why I stayed with him so long because I knew what I would be giving up.
One night my sister had to work late and I did not so my Michael came and picked me up after work. Steve was there when he showed up to get me. My sister and I worked in a restaurant, we all decided weā€™d get something to eat. Steve wasnā€™t being very nice to me and hurt my feeling way too many times in front of Michael. When Michael and I got home that night, we were sitting around the computer drinking some spiced Jamaican rum and coke, and Flipping through some porn sites together when, our conversation changed pace a little. ā€œ Are you happy with Steve?ā€ he asked
ā€œ I guessā€ I answered
ā€œHe doesnā€™t treat you very wellā€
ā€œI know I just need the time to break it off with himā€
ā€œ I just donā€™t like the way he treats you, you deserve so much betterā€
Many of my friends would tell me this and I just brushed it off I knew he was a jerk but hearing it from my friends meant nothing but when Michael said this to me it made an impact and I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to tell Steve it was over.
It was almost time for my sister to be getting home. I stood up to leave and he pulled me in close. Looking into each others eyes he made my center jump and come to life. His hug was what I had needed in sometime it was a genuine hug that made me melt. He bent in for a kiss and I received it. It was just a little kiss on the lips and nothing else happened that night. I went to bed and laid there for sometime. I couldnā€™t get what had just happened put of my head. I had always drempt about kissing Michael among other things my pussy was now throbbing and like other times when he invaded my head I need to release the pressure that swelled my pussy lips and caused my pussy to leak love juice. I reached down and ran my hand over my pussy feeling my wetness I took off my panties and threw them beside the bed I placed my hand back over my pussy and squeezed it lightly arching my back off the bed. I stroked myself for what seemed like two minutes before I was already getting off my breathing quickened and my juices were flowing down the crack of my ass I had two fingers inside me as I used my other hand to rub my clit I could feel myself begin to cum my legs tightened and my breasts swelled I came for about what seemed to be a whole minute. With the thought of Michael touch still burned in my center, I needed more from him. I wanted more from him but being as he is my sisterā€™s husband I just couldnā€™t cross that line but the next day I could feel his heat even more every time he looked at me or came into the room hell just thinking about him caused me to sweat down below. About a week later Michael and I were sitting on the couch together watching late night Tv my sister and the kids had all gone to bed my hands were clammy and I wanted him so much to touch me again. He must have read my mind because he reached over and started rubbing my pussy through my pants. Oh my god I thought is it really happening, is the man I have liked for so long actually touching me? I know that sounds kid like but itā€™s exactly what ran through my head. Being still kinda shy. I wasnā€™t sure I should reach over and stroke him but I took a deep breath and said the hell with it. I ran my hand over his hard thick cock I could tell it was painful just from how hard it was he needed to be released from under Michael lounge pants I went around the waist band of his pants and drew my hand in closer to his cock which was already oozing pre-cum. Stroking him a few times, as Michael continued to rub my crotch through my pants I too had on lounge pants I pulled the waist band of my pants away from my body and allowed his hand to find my hot wet pussy his fingers felt so great he ran his fingers over my lips and over my clit before putting his fingers inside me he went slow at first and than faster by this time I had Michaels pants pulled down so I had total access to it leaning over as Michael continued to finger fuck me I put his cock between my lips running my tongue over the head before swallowing him Michael cock is about 6 inches long but about 4 inches around. He filled my mouth fully could take him to the back of my throat but there was no way I would ever be able to swallow him I continued to work my mouth and tongue over him feeling his cock tighten I knew it wouldnā€™t be long. I could feel my own orgasm build I worked myself over his fingers I kept sucking him as he blew his hot creamy load over my tongue and into the back of my throat. His cum tasted so yummy, I could eat his cum for lunch. I sucked every last drop of his load as I came over his fingers. My whole body twitching I could feel the fire corse throughout my whole body. We fixed ourselves and laid back against the couch. Our breathing is quick. We look at each other with pure bliss. All I could do was smile, but than my sister comes to mind how could I do that to her, her husband she let me stay here and I just sucked her husband off. I went to bed. His face still burnt in my mind.
When we had the time, we would try to talk but time was never really a thing that either of us really had my sister and I had the same work schedule and she would bring me in to work and drive me back home so that didnā€™t happen very often one Day She had a different schedule or something and I needed Michael to bring me in and pick me up since he worked right down the road I would just walk down and wait for him seeing he had longer days than I did after he had closed up the store and we were waiting. For people to leave we stayed behind. Io followed him around waiting for him to get done everything. He walked over to me and started kissing me our bodies meshed together we hadnā€™t kissed since that first time and I had so wanted to feel his lips on mine again but we knew there wasnā€™t much time as she would be expecting us home soon so we had to rush we always have to rush as we must never get caught it would cause way too many people to get hurt. He leaned up against a display I unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock from his slacks. I went to work. Working over his cock with my mouth again, It felt so good in my mouth as I was sucking him I thought how good it would be just the two of us to get ways for a night I knew that would never happen but it is a nice fantasy. It didnā€™t take long for him to fill my mouth. Gently squeezing his balls with my hand I sucked him dry. I stood up as he zipped his pants I thought we were done but I guess we werenā€™t he turned me around so I was resting against the same display a display that held huge TVS he undid my pants and pulled them down around my ankles pulling down my panties with them his mouth found my crotch a wave almost electric coarsed throughout my body I wave of heat rose to my neck and face. I moaned loudly. Reaching a hand behind my ass he tilted my crotch closer to him so he could get his tongue into my wet snatch, which was now dipping with my own pre-cum. He worked me over with a talent I had never been given before. His tongue playing hide and seek with my clit causing me to ache. My center couldnā€™t take it very long. I felt my body begin to twitch. The balls of my feet begin to hurt and I came with a fury.all over his face he lapped me up the best he could. Flicking his tongue over my clit, We put ourselves back together, he went in to wash his face, Before we headed home the whole ride home I kept looking over at him and smiling that was so nice. No real words were exchanged on the drive home.
A few weeks later, with only our Monday night adventures, im not sure why, but she had to leave early in the morning and I didnā€™t. I knew about this and thought the whole night before how it would be so nice to wake up with Michael in the room with me. I had gotten off three times the night before thinking about it. Each time I was about to get off Iā€™d hold back just a little causing my orgasms to be intense causing me to want to scream out. Bitting my lip was the only way not to. After the third one I was spent and drifted off to sleep I was completely naked. With the hopes that I would be joined in the morning, To my delightful surprise Michael also took the opportunity and joined me. I was awakened by his gentle touch as he stroked my back with soft hands. At first I almost though I was dreaming and as I slowly became aware of my surroundings I realized it was true. I didnā€™t let him know at first that I knew he was there. And continued to let him feel me. I couldnā€™t take it anymore and finally rolled over. Kissing him full on the lips our tongues meeting slowly at first I sucked him in our passion running over as we had never had sex before and I wanted him inside me so bad but he had other things he wanted to do to me first he kissed his way down my body. Stopping at my tits he took a nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue and lips over it my back arched off the bed as if I was trying to get him to take the whole thing in his mouth. He repeated on the other one squeezing my breasts in his hands he brought them together and ran his tongue over them both quickly. His hands stroking my sides as he moved his head down my body reaching my center he puthis mouth on my sex, he flicked his tongue over my clit lightly at first causing me to moan looking up at me he put his fingers to his lips ā€œshhh.ā€ I knew why, the kidā€™s rooms were right next to mine and we really didnā€™t need them hearing anything. He continued to devour me whole, taking me in as if it were his last meal it wasnā€™t long before I was flooding his face he lapped up my juices but, didnā€™t stop I slowly pushed him away taking his cock in my hand I eased him back so he was lying on his back now. I took him in my mouth. I worked my mouth over him feeling the softness of his cock skin and the hardness that occasionally came across my teeth biting the head gently he groaned softly. I continued to suck him and stroke him wetting my palm with my spit. I worked my hand over him quickly easing my head down I took one of his balls in my mouth sucking on it like I did his cock but not as hard. Still stroking his now rock hard cock I could see the veins bulging out I ran my tongue over it sucking him side ways the entire length before swallowing him again. I wanted him inside my dripping wet pussy (no scratch that) I needed him inside me straddling him I aimed his cock into my hot hole and with no difficulty my pussy swallowed him whole. I moved up and down on his rod feeling it hit the back of my pussy getting up on my feet I held onto his shoulders and rode him fast and hard his cock scratched every itch he had caused me I just knew that one time was not going to be enough and I knew that this was going to be an every chance thing from here on out. I came again quivering on his cock I could feel my juices run down the sides of his cock and pool at the base reaching down I stroked the part that was not inside me reaching around I caressed his balls as I continued to fuck the man I had loved since maybe 12. Easing off of him, he took me from behind fucking me hard. I met his rhythm with my own. And fucked him back I wanted him inside me as deep as he could go. I felt another wave rush over me and I came again. As I felt his cock swell inside me, he too came. Filling my pussy with his hot cum I could feel it hit the back of my cervix and slowly drip out of my hot hole. I was trying really hard not to be loud burying my face into the pillow but he made me feel so good. Holding each other we kissed not yet uttering a word to each another, words did not need to be spoken for we knew what the other was thinking and feeling. He had a funny feeling he told me later and got up and left smiling back at me through the door before closing it. Im so glad he had that feeling because my sister came home about five minutes later.
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Surprize for brother 3

The knock at the door startled both of us. More her than I. This being the first time she had ever done anything like this, she was so afraid that her husband would find out. We both jumped up and I put my panties and shirt back on. She grabbed her pants and her shirt and ran (like I have never seen anyone run before) to the bathroom. I didn’t bother with putting my pants on before answering the door. I looked out the window and seen that it was the mailman and that he had a package under one arm. This particular mailman had been giving me the eye for quite some time. It wasn’t hard to see that he wanted me in the worst of ways. There were several times that I had waited for him at my mailbox in a pair of my skin tight jeans and a very see through blouse. I knew what he wanted and I loved to tease the hell out of him.
I opened the door in nothing more than my very sheer panties and a very tight fitting tank top. He was so shocked he almost fell over backwards off of the porch. I asked him, “Do you have something for me?” He just stood there, his eyes popping out of his head. “Cat got your tongue?” I asked. It was all he could do to pull his eyes off of my crotch and look me in the eye. When he finally did, he said, “Excuse me, did you say something?” I jokingly told him that indeed I had been carrying on a one sided conversation for the past five minutes while he was memorizing what my pussy looked like through my sheer panties. He turned beet red and apologised profusely. I playfully asked him, ” Do you like what you see?” He imediately answered back, ” What man in their right mind wouldn’t!” I told him that I knew of one… “My ex-husband.”
“I see that you have a couple of packages there for me. What do I have to do to got you to give them to me?” I asked. “I only have one package here for you.” Was his answer.
I told him that I seen the one under his arm that he was holding, and I also said, ” I also see the nice package that you are carrying between your legs that developed shortly after I opened the door.” Again his face turned beet red. (I was loving this) “So, which package will be easiest to open?” I asked. He just stood there and didn’t say a word. He was speechless and I was enjoying the hell out of it! I then placed my right hand inside my panties and got my fingers all wet. I then pulled my hand out and rubbed my wet fingers on his upper lip just under his nose. He smiled and I asked him, ” Did that wake you up? You looked like you were in a trance so I gave you a wiff of my personal smelling salts.” He started stuttering and finally got out the words, ” I have to say this, You are the most beautiful woman on my route and by far the sexiest woman I have ever seen!” I asked him If he thought that by saying something like that would help him to get in my panties. Before he could answer I said, ” Because I was willing to let you into them weeks ago!”
Thats when he told me that he was married. I sarcasticly asked him, ” So… Do you bring your wife with you on the route?” He let out a little laugh and said, ” If I did, after this, I would be DEAD meat!” I asked why he thought that. Both of us looked down at the buldge in his pants at the same time. I told him that he had done nothing wrong except to deliver a package that has taken him (so far) almost ten minutes to hand over to me. He apologised and handed me the package. When he gave it to me, I gave him a seductive little smile and said, ” I know exactly what this is and because I have seen the other package you have in your pants, I can put this to use right away and if you want to know a secret, my sister in law is hiding in my bathroom right now and I plan to use it on her.” Again I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head!
” I know you’re busy delivering mail and all but, do you have a couple extra minutes? If you want, you can come into the kitchen and hide. Then you could watch my sister in law and I have some fun. You have to be really quiet though. If she knew you were here she would freak out!” It didn’t take him long to agree to that idea, so I let him into the kitchen and told him not to peak around the corner until he heard us moaning. I then went down the hall to the bathroom, and through the door I told my sis in law that the coast was clear and to get naked and come on out and finish what we had started. I heard her giggle and say, ” I’ll be right out.”
She came out of the bathroom completely naked and danced her way over to where I was sitting on the couch. She asked who was at the door. I explained that it was the mailman and that he had dropped off the package I had been waiting for. “What was it?” She asked. I said, ” Well, lets open it up and find out.” When the package came open and she could see what it was, HER eyes nearly popped out of her head! With awe and wonder in her voice she said, ” I have heard about those but, had never seen one until now!” Excitedly she asked, ” Are we going to use it?” I said, ” We most certainly are. Now you will be able to find out what love making is like from the MANS point of view.” She let out a loud moan and shouted, “Oh My GOD, I just came!” She didn’t have to tell me, I seen her juices squirt out of her pussy and I began to feel an orgasm welling up inside me. After I was done cumming I put on the Strap-on dildo and was amazed at how extremely sexy it made me feel. Along with the fact that there was a man watching us and she didn’t know about it. Once I got it all sinched up nice and tight, she immediately started fingering herself in a feverish pitch. She told me, ” You look so beautiful standing there. You are so gorgeous and I am so turned on looking at you and your cock! Let me have it! Come here and fuck me right now!” She laid back on the couch and spread her legs as wide as she could. I climbed on top of her and put the head of my new cock into her totally drenched slit. Without wasting any time, she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her in one FAST motion. Her hungry pussy eagerly gobbled up all eight inches of it! She was moaning and groaning, twisting and bucking beneath me. Her eyes were rolled back in complete extacy.
I looked over my shoulder and wasn’t surprised to see the mailman vigorously jacking off. I could tell he was about to cum so I said, ” Wouldnt you rather have a mouth to catch that in than to let it fall on the floor?” My sis in law said, ” No, just keep fucking me!” She actually thought I was talking to her! LOL! She didn’t even open her eyes.
The mailman walked over to th back of the couch. Facing me, I sucked every inch of his manhood into my mouth and let him fuck my mouth for all he was worth. My sis in law didn’t even know he was there! She was too into the fucking she was getting from me and never seen him. After about two minutes he shot his hot love goo into my mouth. He tasted so amazing! Without swallowing I placed my index finger up to my lips as to say, ” Sssshhhh.” I then waved goodbye to him and watched as he pulled up his pants and quietly let himself out the door. Once the door was shut I began kissing my hot little fuck partner. When the cum started running from my mouth to hers she gasped and her eyes got HUGE but, she didn’t try to pull away. She eagerly took every drop I offered to her! She then let out a scream, I pulled my strap on cock out of her and she let loose a flood of cum that completely soaked both of us and the couch!
She layed there breathing very heavy, not moving a muscle, not saying a word for what seemed an eternity. I actually think that her orgasm made her pass out! When she finally did speak she said, ” That was UNDOUBTEDLY the best fuck I have EVER had!” I told her that I was glad she enjoyed it. Then she said, ” I have a question. Where did you get the cum from?” I tried to act all innocent and pretend I didn’t know what she was talking about. “I’m not stupid. I know what a mans cum tastes like and your mouth was full of it when you kissed me.” I asked her, ” Did you like it?” She said, ” Of course I liked it. Where did you get it?” So I told her… ” From the same guy I got this cock from. The mailman. He was watching us fuck from the kitchen.” In a shocked tone, she said, ” Oh My GOD! Are you serious? You have the same mailman that I do and I have fantasized about how big his cock might be and having it in my mouth!” I then told her that when I noticed that he was jacking off I told him to come over and cum in my mouth. “You didn’t even hear me say it to him because you were totally into getting a womans cock rammed into you. While I was fucking you I sucked his balls dry. After he snuck out the door I kissed you.”
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Big Daddy

This is based on a true story. A friend of mine, who is an addict, told me about these things he has done. Obviously the dialogue is fictionalized but the events are very close to reality.
As is the case with most hard drug users, you start off small and end up making your way up. Since I was 15 I had been smoking weed. One of my friends had introduced me to some other drugs like meth or coke a few years later. The weed was still a big influence but it all seemed so tempting. It was a different high and on a much higher level. I figured I could do it and just stop if I wanted to, which ofcourse did not work. Iā€™d learn to accept that. As time went on I began not to care because it felt too good to stop. All my problems seemed to go away when I was away on another plain.
Stacy, my girlfriend of two years, only smoked weed but knew that I did harder drugs. She never really asked for details and we always enjoyed our sex while high. It wasnā€™t that we were performing better but the drugs gave that illusion. It became apparent that I also enjoyed crossdressing and it didnā€™t bother her at all. Iā€™d never do it around her because it wasnā€™t her thing but it was something she didnā€™t mind me doing.
Last year I lost my job and it was hard for us to afford all of our bills, let alone my habit. Iā€™d scrape up change, pick up cans off the streets, just to get enough money to get me away from my worries.
Iā€™ve always been a very sexual being and when Stacy was gone, I found myself looking at shemale porn on the internet. The thought of me sucking a man while dressed as a female really turned me on, but I had never done it. As it became obvious that I wouldnā€™t be able to afford my drugs as much, I started thinking that maybe now was the time to explore that other side.
The withdrawals were hard to deal with and desperation sank in. I was willing to do anything for just a little cocaine.
I got online one day when my girlfriend was at work and went into a local chat room. Iā€™d chat with different people but if they didnā€™t have what I wanted, I stopped immediately. Luckily, there was a guy who was just 20 minutes from me who could get me some coke. His name was George and he was a cab driver. Maybe not the brightest idea, I gave him my address and heā€™d be over in a few hours.
I put on one of my girlfriends tank tops and one of my tight leather skirts, then checked the clock. It was getting close and I was nervous but the craving outweighed that. The lipstick was a brighter shade of red than I wanted but it didnā€™t have to be perfect.
A car horn went off, so I looked out the window and saw a taxi. I zipped up my boots and ran outside, hopping into the front seat next to him. He was actually pretty attractive. I didnā€™t expect that at all. Maybe it was his blue eyes that made him more interesting.
ā€œYou are a very pretty girl. Iā€™m surprised. So, where is the money?ā€
ā€œSee, that is the problem. Iā€™m low on cash right now. This is all I have.ā€
He stared down into my palm where a few bills were wadded up and laughed.
ā€œThat is not enough. Donā€™t fuck with me little faggot. You waste my time.ā€
ā€œNo, no, no Iā€™m not wasting your time. Iā€™m sure I could do something else for you on top of the money. Come on, I need this.ā€
ā€œOkay. Fair. Do a good job and itā€™s yours.ā€
George unzipped his pants to reveal a fat 6 inch cock. Even though this was the first time, I didnā€™t waste a second. The fat head just barely fit into my mouth. His fingers ran through my hair, gripping onto it as I licked and sucked the head. I kept my eyes on his, giving him a seductive look, which he enjoyed.
Apparently he wanted me to take it all as he shoved my head down, causing his shaft to move towards the back of my throat.
ā€œYes, suck me fag boy. Suck my dick.ā€
Going into this, I figured Iā€™d be doing it real quick just to get what I wanted, then get the hell out of there. Though the tranny porn always got me excited, this had been business in my mind. That view had quickly changed. He no longer had to push my head down, I was taking every inch all by myself.
ā€œTake it deep, Iā€™m going to cum.ā€
My tongue swirled around his thick shaft. Then I made my way up to his bulbous head. As I took half of him into my mouth, I stroked from my lips down. His moans got louder and I sucked harder as I felt the warm salty taste on my tongue. I pulled my mouth away and watched the cum gush down his head before proceeding to lick it all up.
ā€œMm, that was pretty nice. Iā€™m surprised youā€™re not snatching this shit from me if you are that desperate,ā€ he laughed. ā€œHere, take it. Enjoy. Get out. I got to get back to work.ā€
Part of me was disappointed that he came so fast but the other part just wanted to get back inside.
I thanked him and ran inside just as fast as I had run outside. In no time, I was in another place. The worlds problems seemed so far away and the pain went away as well.
Unfortunately as I was coming down, in the corner of my eye I caught a stain on Stacyā€™s shirt. Shit, I had gotten that cabbieā€™s cum on her tank top.
I didnā€™t get to enjoy the last bit of my high because I was so paranoid about her seeing this and finding out what I had done. For the next hour I was washing and drying the shirt so I could place it back where it belonged. She walked in the door probably about 15 minutes after I had finished. Too close of a call. If this was going to happen again, it couldnā€™t be here. All that was playing in my head is, ā€œSomebody saw. One of the neighbors saw you sucking off this guy and they will tell her.ā€
Luckily, she never found out about that but within a few days, that craving came back. It was hitting me hard, so I hit the internet chat rooms again. This time there was nobody anywhere near me that had some drugs I could score.
One of my good friends, Mike, called me up and told me about a drug dealer that could possibly help me out. He was bisexual and very attracted to trannies and crossdressers. Mike knew I crossdressed and this guy was his dealer. They had been talking and brought me up in conversation. The guy said he could work something out if I really needed it. At this point, I desperately needed it and figured itā€™d give me a chance to have more interesting experiences.
As instructed, I showed up at this guyā€™s house at three. It was a fairly nice place considering the neighborhood, which consisted of mostly run down homes. I didnā€™t even get the chance to knock on the door before it opened. A busty latina opened the door and welcomed me in. A large black man sat on a black leather couch with a very attractive asian girl. They were passing a roach back and forth.
ā€œCome over here and sit by me baby,ā€ he said as he patted the couch.
I looked around at all the nice stuff this guy had. Maybe it shouldnā€™t be surprising since he sells all sorts of drugs but I was in awe. Nervous but in need, I sat down next to him. He passed the roach my way and I deeply inhaled.
ā€œYou look real good girl. I see that you wore the fishnets like I asked. Thatā€™s a sexy skirt. Love leather.ā€
His hand made itā€™s way to the black leather skirt. He rubbed it, pressing it down against my dick. The friction started to make me hard.
ā€œSince you so fine, Iā€™m going to make you a deal. You there for me, Iā€™m there for you. Need some shit, come this way. You will get whatever you want as long as you do what I say. Think Iā€™d like to tap that pretty little white ass of yours.ā€
I was very nervous now. Iā€™ve used my girlfriends vibrator in my ass but it was nothing like this guyā€™s cock.
ā€œI really need some coke now, so if that is what you want, Iā€™ll do it. Iā€™m yours.ā€
“Call me Big Daddy.ā€
ā€œOkay. Iā€™m all yours Big Daddy.ā€
ā€œGood. So get down on your knees and get my dick wet so I can slide that shit up in your ass.ā€
Immediately I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down. His cock was very large and thick, which scared me a bit at first. It was even more frightening as it started to grow when I wrapped my pink lips around it. Iā€™d never seen a dick this big other than on the internet. He had to be at least 10 inches. Iā€™d gag every time I got half way down, as the saliva dripped from my mouth onto his balls. My hand moved up and down the lower part of his shaft with a tight grip. I found myself moaning in between popping his big head out of my mouth. Even though I knew itā€™d hurt I was starting to crave that big black cock inside of me. I stroked all 10 inches furiously as I licked my lips.
ā€œCome on Big Daddy. I want your black dick inside of me. I want you to tear me up.ā€
Like when the drugs would take hold, I became another person when dressed as a female. Not only were the drugs important now, so was pleasing him. I leaned over the table with my ass in the air. My cock was semi hard as it hung down for him to see.
ā€œPresentin that ass for me and look, baby got a nice little prick.ā€
His hand came down with a lot of force on my right ass cheek. He moved the leather skirt up a bit and did it again, this time on bare skin. It hurt a bit but the pleasure was on a much higher level.
ā€œItā€™s all yours Daddy. This ass is yours.ā€
ā€œIā€™m going to rip that shit up. Tear you apart little girl. Ready for this big dick?ā€
ā€œIā€™m ready. Shove it in!ā€
At first, regret was the biggest thing running through my mind. Why the hell did I tell him to shove it in? Nothing this big had been inside of me, so it should have been eased in. He did exactly as I told him to do. The moment the head stretched my tight hole, I had to bite my lip to stop me from screaming.
ā€œDamn. Somebody never had a cock in they ass? Bleeding.ā€
Through groans of anguish I managed to spit out, ā€œNo. You are my first.ā€
ā€œHa ha. Love that shit. Break you in little boy! Fuck you like a woman. Ya Slut.ā€
The pain was unlike anything Iā€™ve ever dealt with before. There was so much of him and he didnā€™t want a single inch to be outside of me. I grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart, trying to loosen up. It was hard not to clench, but I managed after a few minutes. Once I was able to do that it was more enjoyable.
ā€œMm, thatā€™s a tight ass. Play with your cock for me. Rub it.ā€
My cock was throbbing so I began to stroke it as he plowed me from behind. As he quickened his pace, I found myself pushing back with his motions, driving him deeper into my rectum.
Every time he called me slut or whore, I really felt like it and it drove me crazy. Iā€™d thrust my ass back into his cock, begging for more. Heā€™d fill me up then pull all the way out, slide it between my ass crack, occasionally smack it on my cheek before shoving it back into my anus.
ā€œFuck yes. Fuck my ass Big Daddy. Fuck me harder. Iā€™m your whore. Love your big black dick.ā€
ā€œMm baby you never going back to anything else. You gonna crave this fucking black cock. You want my nigga cum in you bitch?ā€
ā€œYes. Yes. Fill me up.ā€
He squeezed onto my sides and fucked me harder than I ever could have imagined. I had to grab onto the table to keep from falling over the other end. We both were moaning as I felt him quickly thrust deep and spurt inside of me. I kept thinking, ā€œYou whore. You are being filled by a big black cock while your girlfriend is at work. Heā€™s filling you with his seed. You fucking slut.ā€ Those thoughts combined with the huge cock in me pushed me over the edge. I started shaking, my ass clinched tightly onto his thick meat as I shot my semen all over his table.
ā€œ Man. You got a nice ass.ā€
ā€œThank you Daddy. My girl is going to be out of work soon, so I got to get my shit and go.ā€
ā€œUh, not quite yet. Just because my jizz is in your ass, donā€™t mean you donā€™t have to gobble it up. Push that shit out. Eat it for your daddy.ā€
Immediate thoughts were, ā€œFuck that shitā€. Unfortunately, the craving was becoming too much so I sat back down on the couch and spread my legs. I pushed hard and nothing was coming out.
ā€œPush harder. Put your hand under there. Get it all.ā€
I positioned my hand underneath and pushed again with better results. This guy came like two guys! I couldnā€™t believe how much semen was in me. It covered most of my palm, but I knew I had to do it, so I did. Every single drop.
ā€œVery good baby. Here you go. Give Daddy a kiss before you go. Thanks baby. Call me up next time you need some shit or just a good dicking.ā€
ā€œYep. Thanks. I guess Iā€™ll see you around.ā€
My watch said 4:38 . Shit. Stacy was going to be home any time now. I got high in Daddyā€™s driveway and drove well over the speed limit most of the way home. She pulled in right after me. I lied and told her that I was about to go to the store for milk. Of course we had milk and she told me that. I guess she figured I hadnā€™t looked hard enough, and never bothered to question me.
A few nights later I was out and going crazy from withdrawals. Stacy had the night off so I knew I couldnā€™t go get some more. It became too painful and it was impossible to sleep. I called Big Daddy at 4 am and told him my situation.
ā€œI really need some shit now. Iā€™m losing my fucking mind over here.ā€
ā€œShit, get your ass over here then. Iā€™m going to be up awhile. Took too much shit.ā€
ā€œFuck. Problem is, my girl is sleeping so I have to sneak out. There is no way I can dress up for you without her knowing.ā€
ā€œBaby, just get your ass over here. I got something nice for you to wear for me.ā€
I hung up the phone and made sure to be very quiet as I closed the door. My car was louder than I wanted it to be when it started, but every thing was because I was trying to be quiet. It was dark and every one was asleep as I drove off into the night.

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