2 Girls and Me and my Daddy Makes Three

I have always enjoyed teasing older men, Sure it's fun with the boys at school, but they're much too horny and annoying. Whenever my dads friends come over I always make sure to tease them, wearing little short shorts and tight shirts and playing with my hair and biting my lip as I talk to them. I can tell they love it, I look very innocent, being so petite.
I'm about 5'2, 105 pounds, deep blue eyes, pink luscious lips, tanned skin, brown hair down to my boobs, perky B cup, and very toned body due to pilates and running every day. My name is Angela, or Angie as everyone calls me. My dad calls me his "little Angel Angela," but I am far from an angel, and he knows it.

My friends all adore my dad. At forty, he own's a chain of high end auto bodies, which means we live a very comfortable life. He works out hard everyday, and his muscular arms and chest are filled with tattoo's, a "bad boy" as my mom reffers too. That's why she fell for him, rebel guy with a nice car. When doing business he's a total hardass, though he needs to be, but with my mom and I, he's a big softie.
My mom look's exactly like me, though older, a few inches taller, and breast implants. A former glamour model, she looks more like she's my sister than my mom. My friends, girls included, drool over my her. All my girlfriends love my dad too. They've all told me onmore then one occasion that they want to fuck them. A few have tried, but he remains faithful to my mom.

"Morning Angie," my mom says as I get up one Friday morning. She's dressed in a revealing sports bra and tight black shorts, off to meet with her trainer.
"Morning mom," I reply sleepily, I hate getting up for school.
"I just made a protein shake, want some?"she asked.

"Sure."
My dad walked in, wearing a black suit with a red silk tie. Although dressed likea buisnessman, tattoo's still showed on his neck and hands.
"Morning Ang," he said to me."How's my little girl today?"
"Would rather be sleeping," I sighed.
"So would I hunny, but alas, work must be done."

"You too always wish you were sleeping," said my mom."You definently get that from him. I've always been an early riser."
"We know overly-eager morning person," teased my dad. She jokingly pushed him before kissing him
"I've always loved how you look in a suit," cooed my mom.
"Mmm," said my dad before kissing him. He actually did look very good in a suit, powerful and strong.
"I forgot to tell you hun, I'm leaving at two and won't be back until Sunday night. Have to go out of town for some model shoots." My mom, since retiring from her own modeling career, now owns her own glamour modeling agency.
"Ok, have fun," I say.
"Oh shit look at the time, see you baby, be good," she said kissing me on the head before leaving."Don't let your dad pig out while I'm gone," she said winking.My dad has a tendency to go on a junkfood binge when my mom goes out of town."
He slapped her ass teasinlgy before kissing her goodbye.
"Daddy," I asked innocently, using a little girl voice that could get me anything."Can Jules and Megan spend the night?"
"Yeah sure. A few guys from work are gonna come over later and play some pool." This was another enjoyment for my dad, when mom was out of town he would have a few of the younger guys over from work to drink beer, play pool, smoke cigars, and eat pizza.I guess you could say a guys night.

At around eight that night I went and picked up Jules and Megan. "We dressed for your Dad," Jules said, winking. She had on black, four inch cage heels, a pink micro mini that barely covered her ass, black and pink ruffled panties that poked from underneath, a black tight tube top, and a pink push up bra that showed her C cups.Her long blonde hair was slightly curled and framed around her breasts.
Megan wore white jean short shorts with gold bikini bottoms poking over the sides and back, a black, backless halter top with a plunging neckline that went down past her belly botton showing her sparkly belly button ring. Beneath this was a matching gold bikini top that played up her small, firm, b cups. Her dark brown highlighted hair was in a sexy, loose pontytail updo with pieces framing her face.
Knowing that my dad's friends would be over, I wore white open-toed stilleto's, a jean miniskirt, and a black backless t-shirt.
"I'm sure he'll love it," I said, pretending to be sarcastic."He has friends over again tonight, so I thought I should dress up to.
"We have a surprise tonight," said Megan mischeviously.
"What?" I asked.
"Well if we tell you it won't be a surprise now, will it," said Jules.
"Fine, fine."

After going out for dinner we decided to go back to my house and go swimming. I made us some cosmo's at our outdoor bar and put on some music, cranking Sexy Bitch.
"Oooo I love this song," shouted Jules.
"We are the sexiest bitches!" I said.We began dancing around the pool, singing at the top of our lungs, Jules in, of course, a pink bikini, Megan in gold, and I wore a white, deep v-neck one piece. We danced and took pictures for a few hours, getting drunk.
Some of my dad's friends had come outside and sat watching us. Jules was dancing with a guy named Mark, who had a thing for her. I think they might end up dating, they'd make a very hot couple.
Soon my dad came outside. "Woah, what is all this?" he said surprised.
"Hiiiiiii Caaaarl," Jules and Megan said teasingly walking over to him
"Hiiii giiiirls," he said back teasingly, he was used to them.
"Do you like our bathing suites?" Megan asked, sticking out her boobs.
"Ummmm yes Megan," he said, sounding slightly flustered. I think he always finds it hard not to give into temptation sometimes.
"Do you want a drink Daddy?" I asked sweetly.He looked over at me and I saw his mouth open a bit as he stared at my bathing suit, scanning up and down a few times."Daddy?" I asked again.
"Uh, no thanks Angie, I have a beer inside," he said snapping out of it. Looking a little embarassed, he went back inside."Come on guys," he added to his friends. Reluctantly, they followed.

Later that night Jules, Megan, and I all sat in my room. It was about 11 and the guys were still all playing pool in the rec room. We were all drunk, and Jules, and Megan began talking about my dad.
"Fuck he's hot," said Jules."I'd love for him to pick me up and fuck me hard with the big dick I'm sure he has.
"Mmmm I know," sighed Megan."I'd let him come wherever he wanted.I'd even swallow for him."
"I bet your mom fucks him at least once a day," said Jules.
"I'd fuck him every hour if he was mine," said Megan.
"Guys, this is my dad, we're talking about." Although I had to admit, he was good looking. Ok he was extremly good looking. He has such a nice rock hard body, and those tattoo's...mmm mmm. What am I thinking! This is my dad! My Daddy, thought my evil side.My Daddy...
"Come on Ang, I'm sure you've sneaked a peak at him more than once. If he was my dad, I'd check him out all the time."
"Yeah Ang. You totally have," slurred Megan."Mmmm I wonder how big he is..?"
I found myself now thinking the same thing.
"Want to know what the surprise is?" said Jules wickedly, getting of the bed and grabbing her purse.
"Ta da!" she said proudly, pulling out a thick pink dildo.
"What's that for..?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"For us to have a little fun," said Megan winking.
This was definently not something I was expecting.
"Relax Ang, we're best friends. It'll be fun!" said Jules."You know I'm bi, and Megan told me the other day that she wants to try it with a girl, so we thought you should be a part of it too."
I could feel myself blushing. Have sex with my two best friends? How long had they been planning this? Did I want to?
Then Megan began kissing Jules. They moaned softly while grabbing each others tits, taking off the others bikini top and massaging their nipples. Jules had soft puffy nipples that made me want to suck on them, while Megan had small, hershey kiss nipples that were getting hard. I could feel myself getting wet. Then Jules opened her eyes and stared at me while they kissed, stroking my leg. At that moment I knew that I wanted them too.
I took off my bathing suit and moved behind Megan, grabbing her perky little tits in my hand and kissing her neck. As my nipples brushed against her back they grew hard, while my pussy got wetter. Jules began sucking Megan's nipples. She moaned.
"Mmmm fuck yeah baby," she breathed airily while we lightly kiss.
I undid the strings to her bikini bottoms, throwing them off the bed.
"Jules, lick my fucking pussy," she said, spreading her legs and leaning back into me.
Jules smiled hungrily and dove for her cunt, expertly licking and sucking her gorgeous pussy.
"Uuuuuuhhh, oh fuck Jules.Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!" shouted Megan. Jules' face was wet with Megan's pussy juice. I pinched and rub her nipples, rubbing her clit occasionally with my other had while Jules licked up and down the folds. I stuck my fingers in Megan's mouth.
"How does your cum taste baby," I asked.
"Uuuuhhh.Uuuuhhh.Sooo fucking good. It's so good," she moaned.
Soon she began rocking her hips in Jules' face.
"I think our little baby's gonna come soon," I said."You gonna cum baby"
"Uuuuh yes!Yes!Fuck!"
"Yeah baby come in Jules' fucking mouth!Yeah baby come for her," I said while pinching her nipple hard and visciously rubbing her clit while Jules' tongue fucked her.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Megan as she came all over Jules' face.She writhed around for a few minutes, overcome with her orgasm.
"My turn," I said.
"Lie down," said Jules.
"But I want to eat your pussy," I said.
"Oh you will, but we want you to enjoy this," she said.
I lay down and Jules postioned her pussy over my face. I loved how it smelled and instantly stuck my tongue in her wet slit and licked up.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned.
I loved the taste, it was so sweet.I licked and licked and licked, sucking juices from deep inside her and swilring my tongue around her clit.
Soon I felt Megan spread open my legs.
"What a gorgeous pussy," she said before licking around my clit.
"Mmmmm," I moaned into Jules' pussy.
"Mmmm babe you like that," Megan asked.
"Mmmmhmmm," I replied while sucking Jules' sweet nub.
"Well how about this?" said Megan before sliding the thick dildo in my cunt.
My pussy swallowed it up, I could feel it in every part of me.Megan pumped it in and out while sucking my clit.
I wrapped my arms around Jules' thighs to keep focused.
"Yeah baby suck my clit, suck my clit!" shouted Jules', griding her cunt up and down my face.
"MMMmmmm!Mmmmm!"I moaned as I felt my orgasm build up. I began thursting my pussy against the fat dildo and Megan's tongue.
"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" screamed Jules, squirting all over my face, making me choke.
"Fuck YEEEEEEEE-AAAAAAAAA-UUUUUU-HHHHH!!!!!" I shouted as I came, gushing all over the dildo and Megan's tongue.
Jules lay naked beside me, cuddling into my neck.Megan followed, cuddling into my other side. We all sighed, the dildo still lay in me, and we fell asleep.
What we didn't know, is that my dad had watched the whole thing...

After another session in the morning, I drove them home around noon. Lot's of kissing happened before they each got out, we had made plans to have sex at school later that week,a fantasy we all agreed would be hot.
When I got home my dad was sitting at the table. Reading the newspaper.
"Morning Daddy," I said.
"Wha- oh.M-morning angel," he stammered.
"What's wrong Daddy?" I asked.
"N-nothing," he said."Just surprised me is all."
I looked at him questioningly.
"Honestly Angie." If I had known better I would have noticed how flustered he was."I'm gonna go and have a shower."
"Ok, Daddy, I'm gonna take Valentine for a walk."

Later that day I went outside to tan and accidently walked into my dad as he came out of his office.
"Oops, sorry Daddy," I said.
"N-no problem," he replied, looking awkward.I noticed him staring me up and down in my bikini, looking like he was undressing me with his eyes."Uhhh," he said, before quickly going into his office and shutting the door.

That evening we ordered chinese food and sat in the rec room watching T.V.There was a strange tension the entire time.What was wrong with him?!Finally, when we were done, I couldn't take it any longer.
"Daddy, what's wrong, you've been acting strange all day and don't lie." I could see him turning red.
"Don't be silly Ang-"
"Daddy! I know you're lying. Don't even try that!"
"Gosh you're just like your mother sometimes," he said, smiling.
"But I'll always be your little girl."
"Yes, my little girl," he said quietly, sounding distant.
There was a silence between us before he blurted out "I saw you last night! You and Jules and Megan! I was coming upstaires to go to bed and I saw everything in the reflection in your mirror!" he turned red and looked away. I could feel myself blushing too.Then a devilish idea hit me.
"And what did you think Daddy?Did I do a good job?"
"W-what. Baby, you looked incredible. But your my daughter," he added quickly.
"Yes, I'm your daughter. Your little girl," I said smiling and sliding onto his lap, strattling his lap.
"Angie what are you doing!" he said, but I could feel him getting hard.
I slowly pulled off the oversize tshirt I was wearing, revealing nothing underneath.
"Oh my god! Ang! This-this is wrong!"
I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, sliding my hand up his shirt and feeling his rock hard stomach.
"I'm so glad your my Daddy," I said sexily, pulling his shirt over my head.
We sat like this for a few seconds, my tiny 5'2 body naked on his 6'4 body. He was so powerful looking with his tattoos and his muscles.
Suddenly with a roar he picked me up and rushed me over to the long table in the dining room. He threw everything off, and lay me down on it, taking off his pants and revealing the biggest cock I've ever seen. It had to be twelve inches long and almost as thick as my arm. It glistened with precum and I could see a large vein pulsing. He had a crazy animal look in his eyes as he pulled me towards him. He rubbed the massive head up and down my cunt lips before slowly sliding it in.
"Ow Daddy!It's so big. Fuck it hurts!"
He began grunting as he forced it in my tight cunt.I knew that no matter what I said he was goign to fuck me anyways, he seemed like another person, so determinded to fuck me.
With a pop I felt his huge cock slowly sliding in. It got thicker and thicker towards the middle and my pussy stretched wider and wider, being taken over by this monster inside me.
It hurt so much, I felt like I was going to cry, but at the same time I'd never felt better. I was fucking my super hot Daddy, a man all my friends wanted.
"Fuck Daddy your cocks so huge!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!" I cried out as tears streamed down my face."Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!"
He pumped it in and out so fast and deep, his huge ballsack slapping against my ass with each powerful thrust.
I felt so tiny in his powerful arms. I was so small compared to him. His torso glistened with sweat.
"Daddy!Daddy!Daddy!"I screamed.
"Yeah baby take it!Take daddy's cock!" he said.
"Fuck!Fuck!Ow! Daddy I'm trying!It's so big!" more tears poured down my face, but I knew this was what I wanted.
Without taking his cock out he brought me off the table and held me up while he fucked me. His huge hands cupped my ass as he bounced me up and down his cock. I dug my nails into his shoulders.
"Da-a-a-a-d-d-d-y!" I screamed. The pain was so much but I wanted to make him happy.
Then I felt him tense up. He held my ass with one hand and pressed down on my shoulder with the other, forcing his dick in my tight cunt right down to his balls.
He pumped faster and faster and pushed me down harder and harder, my cunt swallowing his 12 inch monster.
"Here it comes baby-UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" He groaned slamming his dick into me and spurting load after load into my pussy.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"I screamed as I came all over his cock, crying.
Load after load of his hot, sticky, cum pumped into me. He seemed to come forever.I could feel it dripping out of me and onto the floor. Our bodies we soaked in sweat. We sighed and he wiped away my tears, and kissed me.
"I'm sorry angel," he said."I didn't want to hurt you but you pushed me too far."
"It's ok daddy, I wanted it, I love you," and we kissed again.He sat on the table, still holding me with his cock in my pussy.
"You're my little angel," he said softly."God Ang, you look exactly like your mother did at your age.You fuck like her too."
I was so proud that I'd made him happy.I nuzzled my face in his neck.
He picked me up and carried me to the shower where we washed eachother, then he carried me to my mom and his room and lay me on the bed and ate my pussy for causing me so much pain. I came hard in his mouth muliple times over the next few hours, and fell asleep in his arms, his cock pressing into my stomach.
"My little angel," he whispered, kissing me on the head. I knew I'd be his forever.

U are Mine

I step into the hotel room and flick on the light. Spacious, 2 queen size beds, kinda outdated bedspreads and drapes complete the look of the room. I walk through to check the bathroom. Outdated yes, but clean. This room will do just fine.

I drop my huge purse bag made of soft seal skin lined with a matching dyed velvet. I have had the bag for over a decade given to me as a gift by a former client. I am sure it is one of a kind because I have never seen any others like it and I have followed fashion trends since I was thirteen years old. I don't like it because it reminds me of him. I like it because of what it symbolizes. It symbolizes that what I do makes people feel good, feel better. Dare I even say I bring happiness to them?
I am very good looking however I do not have the perfect body. Thank frickin God I don't have the perfect body because as much as I like sex I would have been a porn star and I am not joking about this when I say it. Its just an honest matter a fact statement.
My slightly over wide hips and thighs work perfect for me. Most men in reality don't a need whole perfect woman from head to toe. Men are most often simply drawn to parts of a woman. There's the tit guys, the ass guys, the love your lip's guys, love your wide hips and tiny waist guys, feet guys, hand guys, the list is about endless. I am not wealthy, but I am not hurting for anything either. I have three children. I am a single mom. I take no child support from the fathers. What I put out draws men in like moths to a flame. Why waste time in court when other men like me enough to just give me what I need for my kids? I turn almost every head in a bar when I walk in. Men love me and I love them. Women love me, too. However, I am straight. I have had sex with women, but it was always with men in a three way deal and I didn't do the woman she usually was doing me.
The man I am with tonight is different. He is not a client. I know I am going to drive this poor Harley riding bastard to the point that he is going to marry me. He is cute, sexy in a way, about 12 years older than me, about to come into money, but I don't care about the money. I actually suspect he is lying to me just to keep me fucking him while he gets a divorce from a psycho bitch. While he parks the truck I pull out a bottle of Jack from my bag and set it on the night stand. As I grab the bucket for ice we meet at the door of the room as I am walking out. He asks me why we have to have a room in a hotel and why we can't stay at my home. I know why and I smile. I simply tell him because I don't want my grade school kids to hear what we are going to be doing tonight. Granted I am a moaner a loud cumming easy multi orgasm bitch when I fuck. I can get off over and over, but tonight its not going to be me who will scream... it's gonna be him. I smile widely as I head for the ice machine. For Christ sakes my kids are boys. What would they think of hearing a man screaming all night on a school night no less?

Even being a call girl I am very fond of my clients. I fuck them all like they are the loves of my life. I never play that “hurry up” and “are you gonna cum soon baby” game. I like letting myself cum with all the men I fuck. When I was 22 I was fucking an 70 year old man 4 times a week. He was rich and willing to pay by the hour so I posed to the neighbors that I was there to be an in home secretary for him and his wife. We three played it well. Once in a while neighbors would see me outside sweeping or washing windows with his wife. He was retired and at 70 yrs old he was so horny he would feel me up or expose himself to me in front of his wife and she would just turn a blind eye to it. Bless her old heart. Once I asked her if they still had a sex and she told me everyday she at least jerked him off. I thought good God can you imagine what he was like when he was 20, 30, or 40 yrs old? Holy shit! That old man would whip out his already hard dick as I would be driving him places and have me give him hand jobs going down the highway. Even with him being as old as he was, I gave him a tiny part of my heart just like I did all of my regulars. When I cum for a client it's always real. If they are repeat clients I grow to have feelings for them. How can you have repeated sex, get off with someone, and not grow to care about them?
But now there is this new man in my life and my urge to possess him as mine was unlike anything I had known before. I am 30 years old I have never been married and have never wanted to be married until now. There was nothing remarkable about this man at all by my own standards, but with each night that had passed the sex between us just kept getting better and better and this has been going on for a couple of months now. I knew that if I did not take lead and dom him that I would be the weak one and being weak leaves me wide open for the chance to be hurt. Sex is my edge in all my long term relationships. I use it to tip the tables, no matter what the issue at hand is, it ends up in my favor.
Danny is not happy shelling out money for the room when we could be doing some partying he says. He does not know I have been a professional call girl. I tell him, “Oh but honey we are here to party.” I fill the plastic hotel cups with ice water and take the first drink of the Jack out of the bottle. I pass the bottle to him. He actually asks me, “What is this for?” I reply, “You better drink some because I am telling you hon your going to need it tonight.” He looks confused and takes a big swig off the bottle as commanded. We pass the bottle back and forth til I begin to feel the buzz of the whiskey grow warm in my belly. I get out a bedside clock and set it under the lamp on the table. I am timing him on the Jack. I make him drink about 3 more shots before I tell him that is all he needs. He looks even more confused. I don't want him to be sloppy drunk. He needs to be just slightly buzzed so he won't resist and follow my sexual lead without refusing anything I introduce.
Tonight, I am fucking him like a paying client, but he doesn't realize this is a well thought-out performance. I begin to brush my brown waist long hair and I pull it back tightly into a ponytail. He frowns. I know he likes my long hair loose when we fuck. This is my show tonight not his. This is about me taking what I need from him emotionally and physically all at once and him being willing to give it to me. This ain't gonna be no throw back barefoot hippie sex show from his glory days. I tell him to hit the shower. Now he begins to protest. I tell him to make sure his ass is clean because I ain't going to suck his dick or lick his asshole if I smell even the slightest whiff of funk. He heads straight to the bathroom and this lets me know he is open to anal play. Most excellent. I quickly begin to lay out things on the floor next to the bed while he is showering. I lay all the different belts, some rope, a blindfold, my most favorite thing of all to tie with suede leather lacing on a hundred foot spool. I remove the bedspread and top sheet placing them over the items on the floor that I have taken from my bag. I leave only the pillows and the fitted sheet on the bed. The pillows he will need to muffle his cries by the time we are done.
Quickly I slide out of my jeans and t-shirt. I pull out my black thigh high 4 inch heeled leather boots and put them on. I already have on my black velvet thong and matching black lace push up bra that just barely lets the top of my areolas peek out from the lace. I am touching up my make up when I hear the water quit. Final touch.... my extra long strand of real pearls. Of course, there is a small amount of improv in the performance and it is that little improv that makes or breaks it all. You have to be able to read your partner without words being said. You solely rely on their body language. If you are able to read people sexually without words they will worship you, because they never gotta ask for what they really want. They never have to say things that they are ashamed to let anyone know.
Slightly buzzed he comes out of the bathroom. He sees me and I hear him sharply suck the wind through his lips in approval. I tell kindly to dry off all the way so I can give him a massage. I don't want water stains on my boots from straddling him. He does as told. Good signs so far. I tell him to lay on his belly. I begin to massage his back gently. I work on his back watching the clock for about 11 minutes when I feel him relax under me. I begin to rub and massage his back more firmly to the point that he tenses back up, just as he was when the massage began. Perfect. I begin to feel my pussy stir at the thought of his tears. I begin to hump my pussy against his ass through the thong. I turn just ever so slightly aggressive in the massage. When he tries to lift himself off the bed I fall forward pressing my forearm against the back of his neck, my hand wraps around in a swift circle motion in his long hair and yanks it firmly away from his ear so I can hatefully hiss in his ear not to do a fucking thing that you aren't told to do. His body goes slack with no protest. Perfect. I ask, “Do you understand me?” He looks confused. Now I pull his head off the bed with my hand in his hair and say again, “Do you understand me?” Confusion begins to fade from his face and he nods yes. My clit instantly begins to swell. I love being a dom to those first timers. I love making them want to feel the pain I offer.
Roll over I order. He lays on his back his cock is already hard pointing straight up at the ceiling. Good sign. I climb up his body and sit on his chest. I pull my thong to the side parting my pussy lips with two fingers of the other hand to expose my clit. I grab a second pillow and shove it behind his head so he has some elevation to behind his head. This way my butt cheeks remain resting on his collarbone & chest area. I grab all of his long hair and pull it to the top of his head. I wrap it around my hand like a rodeo rider. I pull the thong to the side again and as I lean back to watch him I am pulling his face forward into the folds of my pussy. I tell him to suck my clit. He is incredible at eating pussy. As I begin to cum I let the heels of my boots dig into the flesh of his torso hard taking bits of his skin as I rock my hips back and forth. I let go of his hair at the start of my second orgasm and arc my back like I am falling into a back-bend in gymnastics. I know the dresser across from our bed has a mirror that reflects the whole bed. I noticed it while doing my makeup. Upside down, in a partial backbend with my body folded at my knees I watched myself cum. I moaned at my peak watching in the mirror I felt like I was fucking myself. I looked amazing. The man under me no longer existed just the orgasm that was washing over me in waves. As soon as I got that second orgasm I jumped up off of him and took a couple more drinks of the Jack. Passed him the bottle. Suddenly I realized I was drunk not tipsy as planned. Shit, but that was ok because of those few extra shots I made him do he was even drunker than me.
I get up and walk to the dresser across the room. I stare at myself. I love being me. I lean into the mirror closely looking at myself. He is watching me. I spread my legs with my ass and shaved pussy in the air. I tell him to get up and fuck me from. He asks me to pull down my thong so he can get in. I turn around and slap him full force across the cheek. Don't ask me for anything. When I tell you to do something, you are expected to do it. If you don't, there are many men that are just hoping you will not work out with me, just so they can be next. He nods, silent, stunned, red welts on his cheek make me hornier & I kiss the welts whispering how much I love his fucking hard cock and begin jerking him off as I whisper cooing nasty things about his dick and all the little things I enjoy about it. I turn back around when he relaxes to watch myself in the mirror and lean on my elbows so that it almost looks like I am kissing myself. I feel him slide the thong a little to the side and enter me. I cum as soon as he gets worked into the hilt of his shaft. I love me. I look so sexy. I feel so good. We fuck this way for a very long time. I reach two more orgasms before allowing him to take a break. I tell him to drink some ice water from the cup I hand him. He is so sweaty that I walk behind him and lift his long hair. I gently blow a breeze across his back his head slumps forward in a relaxing grateful motion we do this for several minutes until he is cooled down.
I take several pieces of ice in my mouth and chew it. I pack the ice to the sides of my cheeks and I kneel before him and begin to suck his cock. It is a painful shock to his rock hard dick from the hot pussy juice he had just been dipping it in. I grab his balls in my hand and squeeze ever so softly. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. Rocking him back and forth between the two so that the line between them begins to blur. I tell him you better not cum unless I tell you to come tonight. Do you understand? He nods quietly. Perfect. He pushes his hips forward as I let him put the head of his dick down into warm my throat as the sides of his shaft remain cold. When I see his face begin to change and his thrusts that just were enough to bob his head in and out of my throat become more urgent I stop giving him head.
I jump up off my knees and climb across the bed. I pat the empty side next to me and he lays next to me. I get the blindfold readied. He begins to whimper in a verbal protest. I yell at him hatefully at the top of my lungs to shut the fuck up. Quickly, I reach down next to the bed & grab a stiff new black leather belt. I fold it in half and I run it down his leg next to me. Light smack & I tell him, “Don't make me fucking hurt you, just do what your told tonight. I promise if you do what I tell you to do I won't hurt you.” You have my word I say reassuringly. I am lying to him. I am going to rape him and make him want it. He tries to roll to his side to see what else is along side the bed that he had not noticed hidden under the bedspread on the floor. With the belt folded in half I hit him as if I were spanking a naughty child. New stiff leather does not hurt as much as soft old oiled leather that wraps itself to the flesh as it lands. New stiff belts are always just for a visual and hearing stimulation more than anything and I tell him that he can't peek at what's under the bedspread on the floor or it will ruin the surprise.
Roll to your belly now. Hang on a minute, I say to him. I take the pillows and put them at the foot of the bed. I tell him to turn to the foot of the bed so he can see himself in the mirror. I lay the blindfold next to his head on the pillow. I tell him to spread his legs for me. He spreads and I crawl between them on all fours. Parting his ass with my hands I go down on him. I tongue fuck his asshole. I look up to see him watching me. I have my ass stuck up high in the air because it looks good in the mirror and I know this. I go back down on him. Tongue first then I slip a finger in. He moans loudly. Yep, he is anal. I got a male bitch & as I pull up from his ass I ask if he likes it. His moans cease as he nods and I can see the shame all over his face. I coo and say sweet things to ease his shame of liking anal. I tell him how great he tastes and how beautiful he looks, how sexy he is, how turned on I am. None of that part was a lie. It was hot!
I get the Astroglide out and lube his butthole I squirt a huge messy puddle of it in my hand and I reach down with my arm under him and wrap my hand around his dick. I leave my tits hanging over the pushed down cups of my bra so my nipples out could brush against whatever came their way at this point. Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain. I stick one finger in his ass. It's so cute the way he moans. Ahh, my new fucking pretty long haired male bitch is all I can think. Then I slide in two fingers. Oh a louder moan. He bucks his hips against my hand in his ass and this pulls his dick back up to the head in my other hand. I watch his facial expression in the mirror as he realizes how this feels. He begins to rock back against my hand as two fingers reenter his ass pulling his cock back in my hand so that it slightly closes over his head again. Forward he rocks against my fist plunging it clear down to the base of his shaft. I watch him in the mirror. When he gets the hang of the motion I am watching from behind as his balls mash against the mattress with each forward plunge. He is now doing all the work I just keep both hands in the same position. My nipples are dragged against bedsheet from him working his weight against me this makes my clit begin to swell and of course the thong drags straight to the center between the lips of my pussy. I am loving this. Just as I am about to cum off friction of my nipples and thong I see him begin to contort as he comes close to cumming. I pull my fingers out of his ass and release his dick. He must have thought I was joking when I told him he better not cum unless I told him that he can cum. Confusion races across his face in the mirror.
I crawl along side of him pushing my tits into his face and tell him to suck. He is so hot and sweaty that I have to give him a few moments to catch his breath. He was so close to cumming, so close. Once he catches his breath I tell him again to suck. I watch my now sweaty partner in the mirror begins sucking my beautiful tits. So hot, so fucking hot. I push my shoulders forward so that my tits squeeze together. I push my arms against both tits so the nipples roll inward toward each other until the nipples are touching together at the center of my chest. Suck both of nipples at once I command. I know this gives me an instant clitoral orgasm, but I am going to see if I can take it to another level. I pull my thong to the side and begin to masturbate as he sucks both my nipples. I begin to cum so hard thinking of the things I am going to say to my new fuck buddy while I rape & spank him tonight.
I can no longer wait. I yank the pillows out from under his head and throw them at the head of the bed. I tell him to sit up. I blindfold him and this time there is no whimper of protest. I have taken him to the point of no return and he wants whatever it is that I am giving. I smile as I strap on my dildo I tell him to stand at the edge of the bed and bend over. His poor cock is now turning dark purple from holding back for so long. I feel sorry for him. I grab an old soft oiled leather belt and drag it against his butt checks. I tell him to start jerking off for me. I start with soft slaps of the belt early on as he pumps his fist over his cock. As he gets closer to cumming I begin to slap the belt harder and harder leaving welts across his butt checks. His breathing changes. I know he is about to come. I hit the belt full force against his ass in rapid motion. I quit & I quickly position myself pressing the head of my strap on against his asshole. He pushes against it and I enter him. I begin thrust in time to the strokes of his fist on his cock. As he begins to cum he begins to cry. I watch the jizz shoot from his cock onto the sheets. He slumps over crying I keep fucking his ass and he continues to cry.
The night is only half over. I think how I can't wait to hear him scream as he cums during the next round. I pull the blindfold off so I can see his tears. I keep fucking him from behind and his cock begins to grow hard again as he humps against the sheets. I pull back up and take him with me into a standing position, never missing a stroke in his ass we stand together fucking both of us watching ourselves in the mirror across the room his cock bobs in mid-air with my thrusts from behind. I wrap his hair around my hand again while I wrap my other hand around his now rock hard cock and as I begin to pump my fist over his wet sperm cover cock I whisper to him, “This next part might hurt a little bit baby” and I let my teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder blade hard. He does not stiffen or pull away. He simply nods yes in submission as the first scream slips from his lips.

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Beatbullying, the UK’s leading bullying prevention charity has found that a third of under 18’s have been sent ‘Sexts’ and have raised their concern over this ever increasing trend amongst young people. Beatbullying carried out a survey on over 2,000 11-18 year olds in England to find out how technology influenced the way they communicate and how digital media was being used to bully and pressurise those around them.

With mobile and internet technology advancing at a rapid rate, and with most mobiles having in-built bluetooth technology and cameras, sending images to one another is more popular than ever before.

29% of young people being surveyed said they were chatting online when they were introduced to sexual material they found offensive or upsetting. This material can end up being shared on social networking sites.

Police have warned of the dangers sexting can have including loss of control and leaving young adults at the risk of being exploited by paedophiles and sexual predators. The Child Exploitation and Online Protection Centre say that some of the material being circulated can find its way onto forums being used by child sex offenders. Young people have been blackmailed with their own pictures and paedophiles have also been found to pose as the person in the picture to trap other victims.

Images most commonly being shared include boys exposing themselves or masturbating, girls that have removed items of clothing as well as sexual acts that could be considered as pornographic material.

70% of 11-18 year olds that were surveyed, were found to have known the sender of the sexually explicit message personally. 23% of messages were found to have come from a current partner, 45% from friends and 2% from adults.

What does the law state?

Taking, holding or sharing “indecent” materials is an offence under the Sexual Offences Act 2003.

What can I do if I think my teen is involved in ‘sexting’?

Your teen might not be the one sending sexual content to others, but they might be on the recieving end. It is important to open up the channels of communication and be able to discuss this topic so they are aware of the implications. Why not start by having a chat about 'sexting' being featured on the news and see what their thoughts are on it?

Make your teen aware of the fact that if they are sending any personal information/images across, that they are passing over control to whoever the reciepent is. Once that message has been sent, there is no way of retrieving it.

As a parent you might never really know whether your teen has been involved in sexting, but by being able to talk things through with your teen you will have made them aware of the dangers they could possibly face.

Parentline Plus Tips

• Talk to your teen about relationships and let them know that respecting one another is important. They do not have to feel forced into doing anything they are not comfortable with and they can come and talk to you if they feel pressured.


• Encourage your child to report any incidents of sexual bullying whether they are involved or not.


• Make it clear that any incidents of bullying are unacceptable no matter where they are and that it will not be tolerated.


• Do not dismiss sexist language or behaviour as funny. Remember that you need to a role model for them and they will look to you to determine what is right and what is wrong.

Laughing is Better Than Sex

While sex is a vital and fun part of marriage, many couples agree there is one thing that's even better: Laughing.

According to a recent Reader's Digest survey, married couples in the United States are happier and more fulfilled in their unions than ever before. When husbands and wives chose from a list of options the factors that were most important for a good marriage, laughter -- specifically, time spent talking, laughing and having fun -- was deemed far more important than either the quality or frequency of sex.

Finding 1: Marriage Isn't Broken
-- When the 1,001 married people surveyed were asked if they would marry their spouse all over again, 71 percent agreed they would.

-- 62 percent of respondents said "I love my spouse even more than when we were first married."

-- 61 percent of respondents married for 21 years or more find their marriage is better than the typical American marriage.

Finding 2: Laughter is More Important Than Sex
When husbands and wives chose the factors most important for a good marriage from a list of options, the following items rose to the top and fell to the bottom:

-- Trust: 63 percent

-- Time spent talking, laughing, having fun: 52 percent

-- Compatibility: 30 percent

-- Quality of sex: 13 percent

-- Frequency of sex: 9 percent

Finding 3: Guys Get Mushy About Marriage, Too
In the survey, participants were asked to write verbatim answers to questions regarding their marriage. In reviewing the hundreds of responses from men, researchers were struck at the preponderance of highly emotional, positive and sensitive answers. The comments were in strong contrast to common stereotypes of men as emotionally detached.

When asked to describe their most cherished marriage moments, men said:

-- "Kissing in the snow."

-- "The look of joy and happiness on her face as she came toward me at the altar."

-- "The first and every time we make love."

-- "I can't believe how lucky I am to have the woman of my dreams. I cherish every moment of every day that I'm with her."

Finding 4: Being Married Has Its Perks
--Infidelity is not a challenge most married couples face, according to the survey. When asked to choose from a list of challenges experienced while married, "buying a new home" was noted as a challenge by 55 percent of respondents making it the most popular answer, while "infidelity" was at the bottom of the list at 13 percent.

--Women are funnier than their husbands expected at the start of their marriage with 47 percent of men saying their wives' sense of humor was "better than expected."

--When asked to choose from a list of things they miss from when they were single--including "being more adventurous sexually," "living by my own rules" and "dating"--most often men and women said "nothing at all" (41 percent).

Could Your Marriage Survive an Affair?

One night a year ago, Janet* answered the doorbell of her home in Virginia Beach to find her neighbors on her front porch. She didn't know the couple well, and before she could even speak, the husband said, "My wife has something to tell you." His wife mumbled something about text messages. Janet was confused, until the man interrupted. "What she's trying to tell you," he said, "is that she's having an affair with your husband."

Janet, 42, called her husband, Neal, 42, in from the other room, and as the couples stood awkwardly facing one another, Neal confirmed it: Yes, he'd been having an affair. A shaken Janet told him to sleep in the guest room.

At 5:30 the next morning, Janet stood across the living room from Neal, who was slumped on the sofa in his T-shirt and boxers, unable to look at her. For the next few hours, she hammered him with questions: How long had this gone on? Did you have sex with her in our house? Where, exactly? "You just have this insatiable need to know every little detail of this secret life that's gone on behind your back," Janet says.

When everything in your life is turned upside down, it's hard to know what to do next. Those first few volatile weeks and months after discovering marital infidelity are filled with a toxic brew of emotions — rage, guilt, sorrow. "There is an immediate lashing out," says Peggy Vaughan, author of The Monogamy Myth and creator of the extramarital-affairs resource site askpeggy.com. "Later, there is sadness and hurt and pain. That's when the victim of the affair starts to ask, 'How could I have trusted this person? What did I do wrong to cause this?' Which leads to the most confusing question of all: 'What do I do now?'"


The answer to this question is never simple. For every Jenny Sanford who refuses to stand by her man, there is a Silda Spitzer who appears to forgive, remaining at his side as he confesses all for the cameras. "At a cocktail party, people will talk about all of these politicians who have strayed, and a lot of what you hear is, 'I don't understand how she can stand being with him,'" says Jim Walkup, a New York City couples therapist for more than 35 years. "But it can work."

Indeed, for all of the "I'd throw him out and never let him back in the door" bluster that goes on at various girls' nights out, the truth is that 70 percent of couples who seek counseling after an affair come out of it intact. "When you put time and energy into a marriage, when you have a history and there are children involved, people definitely think long and hard before they walk away," says Lisa Thomas, a marriage counselor in suburban Denver. And some couples who stay together after an affair report that their marriage is more open, more honest, and stronger as a result of committing to ongoing, honest communication.


Janet lived with a constant fear that Neal would stray again. But after a year of obsessing about his whereabouts and whether he would leave her if she didn't shave her legs or if she pushed him too hard during an argument, she finally realized she had to let that fear go — not for her husband, but for herself. And Neal, through counseling and "being willing to answer a million questions," also worked hard to repair their relationship. "I don't think we're at happiness just yet," Janet says. "But we're getting there." Here, three other couples share their struggles to survive infidelity.

GOOD SEX IS GOOD FOR YOU!

Good sex....Improves our health and may even contribute to our longevity."

Scientific evidence is accumulating support what many of us have suspected all along: good sex not only adds great enjoyment to our lives, but it also actually improves our health and may even contribute to our longevity.

In a new book called Sexual Healing, Dr. Paul Pearsall, Director of Behavioral Medicine at Detroit's Beaumont Hospital, writes that the joys and pleasures of living life and loving may provide us with something called an "intimacy inoculation" that actually protects us from disease.

Dr. Pearsall, who cites numerous other researchers, concludes, "Growing numbers of physicians now recognize that the health of the human heart depends not only on such factors as genetics, diet, and exercise, but also --to a large extent-- on the social and emotional health of the individual."

Sexual healing is achieved primarily through the daily challenge of maintaining a close, intimate relationship which, when accomplished, leads to balance between our health and healing systems.

Can lack of sexual intimacy create a risk factor for certain diseases? Dr. Pearsall cites research and his own clinical experience ndicating that sexual dissatisfaction seems to be prevalent prior to a heart attack in a high percentage of persons. Conversely, sexual contentment appears related to less severe migraine headaches, fewer and less-severe symptoms of premenstrual syndrome for women, and a reduction in symptoms related to chronic arthritis for both genders.

Although the exact biological mechanisms are not yet identified, many researchers are investigating how our thoughts, feelings, brain, immune system and sexual/genital system interact, influence each other, and affect our health. There may be an actual biological drive toward closeness, intimacy, and being connected to other human beings.

When we experience intimate, mutually caring sexual intimacy, we may experience a measurable change in neurochemicals and hormones that pour through the body and help promote health and healing.

"Hormones that pour through the body help promote health and healing."

Does this mean that to live longer or be more healthy we just need to DO IT more often or better? Of course not! Sex is a much broader concept that genital connecting or having an orgasm. Psychologist and author Gina Ogden, Ph.D. notes in her book, "Women Who Love Sex", that sex has everything to do with openness, connection to and bonding with a partner, feelings about what is happening to us, and memories. For those who love it, sex permeates their lives and is not merely a specialized, time-intensive, physical activity that takes place under the covers--as quickly as possible.

As a result of interviewing many women, Dr. Ogden learned that sexual desire, or lust, was produced by much more than physical stimulation. For women, according to Dr.Ogden, it has more to do with feelings of connectedness in their relationships: "Heart to heart, soul to soul, even mind to mind."

"For women, it has to do with feelings of connectedness in their relationships."

When discussing sexual connecting, Dr. Ogden's interviewees spoke of a FLOWING CONTINUUM OF PLEASURE, ORGASM, AND ECSTASY, rather than a one-time experience. They also described peak sexual experiences as coming from stimulation all over their bodies--not just from their genitals--including fingers, toes, hips, lips, neck, and earlobes.

Obviously, arousal and satisfaction evolve not only from receiving sexual energy, but also from the joy of stimulating one's partner. Sex, then, is a commitment of give and take.

Finally, the women Dr. Ogden studied have their own concepts of safe sex, essential to experiencing sexual pleasure and ecstasy. This kind of safe sex does NOT relate to preventing STDs or pregnancy; it relates, instead, to emotional and spiritual safety. Such safety is CRUCIAL for sexual closeness. Most of the women insisted that warm, loving connections with themselves and with their partners were essential to and inseparable from the experience of sexual ecstasy.

When people feel deeply close while merely holding hands, they are having sex. When people display caring for each other through hugs, caresses, and kissing, they are also having sex. When connecting people in a crowded room wink at each other in their own secret way, they are communicating sex to each other; such non-contact sex can be excitedly arousing and emotionally fulfilling. And, of course, during sexual union when the sky seems to open so a lightning bolt can strike the couple--while fireworks ignite and the earth stops spinning-- this is sex, too.

But wait. Do men also need this almost spiritual connection to enjoy sex and achieve good health? Well, yes and no. Men need sex and men need emotional connection, but many men don't necessarily need to put the two together!

According to Dr. Bernie Zilbergelt, who wrote The New Male Sexuality, sex for women is intertwined with personal connection. For some men , sex is unto itself--an act to be engaged in with or without love, with or without commitment, with or without connection.

Presently, younger boys are being socialized in a more enlightened manner; consequently, male attitudes toward sexual union are changing. But,unfortunately, the socialization of many men born in or before the 60's provided very little information of value to the formation and maintenance of intimate relationships. These men were taught, as youths, that males showed love by doing, not by talking or "connecting" with girls.

"Fortunately, anyone can...restore closeness, intimacy, and sexual flow."

Older men were usually also socialized to be strong and self-reliant, which usually means one doesn't easily talk about or admit personal problems. Many such men do not acknowledge worries and fears to their partners; they simply try to handle everything on their own.

A consequence of such reticence is (1) lack of intimacy in the relationship, with the wife feeling "left out" of her husband's life; and (2) men often don't get what they need because they don't know how to ask for it, so they feel distanced and frustrated when they really want closeness and intimacy as much as their partner does.

Sex under these conditions creates distance in the relationship or creates sexual dysfunction which drives an even deeper wedge into the relationship. This is especially true if a man is married to a woman must be wanted by her husband to have her sexuality validated.

Consequently, sex routinely becomes mechanical, unfeeling, and unfulfilling. Fortunately, anyone can break this vicious cycle and restore closeness, intimacy, and sexual flow in the relationship.

Sixty lashes for ... what, exactly?

As far as I'm concerned, there is only one surprising element of this weekend's story about a female Saudi journalist who was sentenced to 60 lashes. It isn't that the country's Wahhabi clerics decided to pursue legal action against not only Mazen Abdul-Awad, a Saudi man who aired his dirty sexual laundry on a program for Lebanese TV (he, by the way, has already been sentenced to five years in jail and 1,000 lashes for his indiscretion), but also LBC, the station that aired the show. And in one of the world's most misogynist nations, it isn't hard to believe that a court tried and convicted 22-year-old Rozanna al-Yami in connection with the scandal, "on grounds that the Lebanese Broadcasting Corp. she worked for did not have proper authorization to operate in the Islamic kingdom." (Never mind that, as the Associated Press reports, "The charges included involvement in preparing the program and advertising it on the Internet. Ms. Yami said she had worked as a coordinator for the program but had not worked on the episode in question.") Despite the many layers of injustice involved in al-Yami's conviction and sentence, it wasn't even a shock to learn that she wouldn't fight her punishment. "I was not aware (that LBC was unlicensed), but in the end this is the verdict and I accept it," Reuters quotes al-Yami as saying. "I don't want to appeal."

No, the only aspect of al-Yami's case that raises my eyebrows is this: Early Monday morning, the Canadian Press broke the news that King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia has stepped in to defend the journalist. Donna Abu-Nasr reports that "the king waived the sentence and ordered al-Yami's case and that of another journalist -- a pregnant woman also accused of involvement in the program -- be referred to an Information Ministry committee." It certainly bodes well for women in the country that the controversial Saudi leader (who Reuters notes "has begun to reform education and the judiciary in recent years, partly to discourage Islamic militancy") was willing to defy the nation's ultra-conservative clerics in an obvious case of guilt by association. But then, the king's women's rights record has always been shoddy, at best. And since the international press picked up on al-Yami's story in a big way, the move may primarily be a play to improve Saudi Arabia's public image.

It's also heartening to see King Abdullah -- for whatever reason -- stand up for greater freedom of the press. "This is the first case in which a journalist was tried at a court of summary jurisdiction for an offense relating to the nature of his or her profession," Sulaiman al-Jumaie, the lawyer who defended Abdul-Awad, told Reuters. Had the king upheld al-Yami's sentence, the decision might have set a precedent for further persecution of journalists.

Although this case ended well, al-Yami's conviction does raise some questions worth pursuing. For one thing, it's notable that she and another woman appear to be the only journalists charged in connection with the incident. Of course, the official reasons for al-Yami's trial range from her employment at an unlicensed network to the apparently bogus suggestion that she aided in "preparing the program and advertising it on the Internet." But what the ordeal really smacks of is yet another attempt at deterring women from entering the workforce. With that in mind, al-Yami's victory feels particularly sweet.

My husband watched me get gang banged by strangers

My name is Cindy. I’m 24, 5′1″, 103, 34c and I’m a “slut”. Married for six years to my husband Bill who’s 39, his very own personal cock crazy little slut and I love it. Thinking I’ll never be totally satisfied, he lets me do anything I want as long as we enjoy it together and I wouldn’t want it any other way. His biggest turn on is when I’m having an orgasm, which sounds like someone’s stabbing me to death with pleasure. Knowing how much it excites him makes it even more intense for me. At time’s I feel like I’m going to pass out, and seeing me that satisfied, is his ultimate fantasy, mine to.

Swinging about four years now, never with another girl always a guy, Bill says the only pussy he wants is mine. We like talking dirty to each other, it adds to the excitement. One night we decided to go dancing at a swingers bar, unaware that my sick husband planed a surprise for me. Being a classy place we dressed up and I wore a short, low cut white dress and no bra or panties, it makes me feel so accessible and naughty, just the way Bill likes it. Walking in we noticed they had a nice crowd and sat at the bar. Enjoying the music and watching the people dance, some couples were getting pretty naughty and I said, Bill, I like this place. It wasn’t long before a nice looking guy approached us and asked me to dance. His name was Doug and he looked at Bill for his approval? Bill said, “if it turns my wife on, it’s good with me”. We saw a girl in the corner, stroking her dates cock and Doug said, “you like that don’t you?” I smiled and said of course, wouldn’t any girl?

As we danced he began pushing his cock against me, feeling aroused I let him. I was surprised but excited when he reached between my legs and with no panties, helped himself to my pussy. I gasped as he started finger fucking me, trying to hold in a loud “UMMM!” His friends, sitting next to the dance floor, watching me moan and sigh as Doug made me cum with a long muffled groan. After regaining my composure, he waked me back to the bar. I sat down asking my smiling husband, did you enjoy watching him finger fuck your wife and make me cum in front of all his friends? He laughed and said “I wasn’t the only one” and I went to the restroom blushing.

When I returned, Bill was sitting with Doug and his friends and waved for me to join them. Walking over I noticed a couple in the corner booth were actually fucking and next to them a guy was licking his date’s pussy. Bill smiled and introduced me to Doug’s five nice looking friends, two of them were black. Larry, Steve, Bob, (black guys) Jack, Tim “and of course you already know Doug”? I said, but of course, and blushing I sat next to Bill. We were drinking, flirting, talking dirty and Bill was playing with my pussy under the table, getting me excited. I said, I don’t know if I like sitting with all you hungry wolfs! They all laughed and Bob asked me to dance. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to get Bill and one of the guys home, and feeling Bob’s hard cock pressing against me, excited me even more. I smiled at my loving husband when suddenly it turned into that (OH MY GOD!) look, as Bob started finger fucking me. My dirty husband just watched until ob had me gasping and starting to cum. He got up, unzipped my dress, picked my naked body up and laid me on the table. Looking crazed he said “for once we’ll see what it take’s to satisfy my little slut”. With a look of fear and desire I said, Bill, I never dreamed you’d let me do something like this!

Bill looked down at his whimpering wife, holding my legs spread wide in the air and said “my wife likes it hard and eats cum like a slut, but first I’m gonna eat her gorgeous little wet pussy”. Bob shoved his stiff cock in my mouth and Bill was eating my cunt, watching me moan and gag on Bob’s cock. When I started to cum Bill rammed his cock in me, fucking me hard and we had a ragging orgasm as he watched Bob’s cum gushing out of my mouth. Then Bill pulled out of me and sat back watching four white guys ravage his screaming wife, taking turns cumin in my mouth, face and cunt. He was urging them on saying “fuck her hard, make her cum”. They were talking dirty to me and it was even more intense seeing Bill jackin off as these animals used and fucked me so hard, that I was having one orgasm after another. I wasn’t sure how much I could take but willing to find out???

With cum all over me and dripping from my mouth, Bill nodded for Jack and Tim to try and finish the job as he watched Jack slowly cram his big black cock in his wife’s little cunt. I was crying out, give it to me! fuck me! Tim shoved his cock in my screaming mouth saying “I’ll shut the bitch up”. Jack was fucking me hard and said “we’ve got a treat for ya, your husband told us you never got it in that sweet little ass of yours”. Tim pulled his cock from my mouth as Jack laid on the floor and I said, I want it, just go easy on me. Bill was jerkin off and watching with such excitement, I gave him a teasing smile as I lowered my ass toward that big wet shinny black cock. Jack was guiding his cock in my ass and I was screaming and crying out as I let myself down. Once the pain faded, Tim shoved his big black cock in my wet little pussy and I was yelling, oh yes! yes! yes! ram those fucking cocks! harder I’m cumin! Now other people were gathering to watch the excitement as two big black guys fucked this little white slut in both her holes. They were fucking me so hard I was deliriously in a constant state of orgasm. As my screams faded to a crying, pleading, whimper, a stranger shoved his cock in my sucking mouth and started cumin. Bill was yelling “she’s still cumin! use those black cocks on her! fuck her damn it! don’t stop you almost got her there!” As torrents of hot cum was shooting in all my holes, the voices started to fade and I climaxed into darkness. When I opened my eyes I saw Billl’s face with a triumphant grin and said, you crazy bastard, I love you…

I’m Cindy, my husband’s little slut and proud of it!!!

Being a good cleaner boy!

The husband doesn’t mind sharing his wife with his friend and the friend brings his girlfriend and it seems like they are going to have some fun…

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Hello to all the folks! I’m Andrew, this is not the first story of mine I’m typing to this site, so don’t be surprised to find my name often in various stories. Samantha and I were just sitting around last night watching late TV when the phone rang. Surprised, it was Alexander calling from North Carolina and he wanted to come and visit us again. Well, it had been about three months, (Samantha said later) so we agreed he could visit. Then he laughed and said he was calling from the airport in our town and said he would be here in less than 30 minutes.

When he soon showed up at the front door he had a lady friend with him, a woman about 30 or so, who was so fucking hot with big tits and a body to die for. I secretly wondered why Alexander appeared here for my wife again when he had this dream girl with him. The answer he gave was that she was his good friend’s wife who had been widowed for about 3 years now. This lady still needed a lot of sex but didn’t want any permanent relationships. It seemed that he was bringing Maria here for me and so I wouldn’t be so left out while he fucked Samantha.

That was great news for me as it had been too long since I had any young pussy and I was dying to try her out right now! We invited them in for a drink, loaded their luggage into the guest room and sat down to chat. Alexander said his new house was being repaired now, because he recently suffered from hurricane, so he also missed Samantha and would like to stay for a week and get relaxed with her fabulous pussy. How could I object since I would be able to watch them fuck and enjoy Maria at the same time? That was really a great idea!

After a couple of drinks we all got down to business, the guys undressed the women and then ladies helped us undress as well. It didn’t take more than a minute or two and we all were on the floor of the family room and Alexander was rubbing his 10” monster dick up and down Samantha’s face! She was horny and she had a wet pussy lips and when he started rubbing his cock against her cunt, the slurp sounds could be heard clearly! Soon things got to the point that Samantha was begging for him to put it in. Alexander remembered how tight Samantha usually was, so he took a tube of lube and rubbed it all over his big dick. With that he then teased her with it putting it in an inch in there, rolling it around and pulling it almost all the way out. All the same time Samantha was arching her back, pulling on Alexander’s ass and trying to pull him all the way in! Finally they seemed to be enjoying the time together; I pulled the lips of Maria’s labia open and began to lick at her shaved pussy! It was so delightful. I was a good pussy-eat boy! She had the thickest set of pussy lips and they were gushing at my mouth until she let me know that she wanted my dick now!

I was a bit startled by such a young beautiful woman who was hot for a mature man like me and had so much of sexual passion! Yes, I know that she was not too young, but it had been a long time when I last had sex with such a gorgeous lady! She was just so damn beautiful. Meanwhile Samantha had Alexander’s dick in her pussy about 6 inches deep and with her legs she pulled his ass forward until he sank the entire rod into her waiting pussy! As I watched them start to fuck like a couple of rabbits I got hard again and slipped my dick into Maria’s pussy too. She was very appreciative and she wiggled her ass for me! Now I knew she was really enjoying the sex. With all the action going on around me, it didn’t take me long to cum and shot my load after 10 minutes. Soon I was shooting my load all over her vagina when it came to my mind that we didn’t use any condoms! Maria said not to worry because she was on the pill and she never used condoms! Well, her cum covered pussy looked so great that I couldn’t help lowering my head and tasting all of that cum! So I knelt between her legs widespread and started licking that hot cum! It tasted so fucking good! I was a good cleaner boy! I cleaned her pussy thoroughly, without missing a drop and soon my efforts made her cum all over my face! But I managed to clean her up totally!

Now we were both free to watch Alexander and Samantha fuck like crazy while we waited for me to get hard again. Now Alexander hold Samantha leaning on the couch and he was pounding her pussy with his big dick! The sounds of their flesh banging together and the slurping sounds of her pussy caressing his dick were heard outside the house. These sounds were intoxicating Maria and me.
After at least 20 minutes or more Alexander shot his load all over Samantha’s breast and belly and she collapsed on the couch to catch her breath! Now, I thought good old Alexander needed some rest too! I crawled for them and started eating my wife’s breast where there cum was! I ate that Cum and Damn, it tasted so fucking yummy! I loved that cum! Alexander was sitting near by, watching me being a good cleaner boy, and smiled. My wife moaned with pleasure and her face radiated happiness and delight! She was saying what a good boy I was and that I might be loving Alexander’s cum! Without stopping, I mumbled something like I was. After she was all cleaned, I got up to the kitchen to prepare some more drinks and when I came back in the room Alexander was fucking Maria for all he was worth and Maria was screaming in orgasm and calling Alexander the best fucker she ever had! That was a bit disappointing to me because I thought I was pretty good too, even though I didn’t have Alexander’s size!

We all went to bed shortly after that. Maria and I went to the guest room and Alexander and Samantha left in our bed room. Well, guys, and it was a long night of sex! Was I jealous? Not at all, I had a young pussy and I also had tons f sperm to eat!

Rape or pleasure?

I wake in a daze, trying to figure out where the hell I am...All I know is I'm in a van with my head covered, traveling somewhere. I can hear murmuring voices coming from the front seat but as hard as I strain i cannot hear what they are saying. The last thing i remember is walking towards a bar, and then blank.

Suddenly the van stops. The door slides open and I am grabbed and thrown over someone’s shoulder, to be carried off to fuck knows where. I struggle to free myself and a voice growls in my ear...

"stay still bitch or you will make it worse for yourself"

I stop struggling and whimper as I'm thrown onto what feels like a large bed. The hood is ripped from my head and i blink against the glare, looking around the room, seeing around 6 or 7 men leering at me. One walks over to me and rips my dress down the front, revealing my bare breasts and panties, i try to cover myself but he grabs me and holds my hands behind my back, securing them together with cable ties, pulling them hard on my wrists. He pulls a large knife out of his jacket and cuts my panties off, then stuffs them into my mouth, gagging me, leaving me naked and bound on the bed.

One of the other men moves towards the bed, unzipping his pants, pulling out his large cock. My eyes fill with fear and i struggle to move away from him as he grabs my head and rips the gag off,

"Suck my cock bitch" he growls and forces his cock between my lips, grabbing my hair and stuffing it down my throat, making me gag hard.

I struggle to take him as he fucks my mouth violently, another of the men approaches the bed and pushes me over onto my back, spreading my legs wide, while the first guy moves behind my head and pulls my head back, then stuffs his cock straight down my throat again..I nearly vomit as he gags me hard, I try to suck air in through my nose as I struggle to breath, but find I can’t breathe and struggle harder..this struggling entices the second guy and he grabs my butt, spreads my ass wide and slides his cock straight up my ass..

I pull violently off the cock in my mouth and scream loudly as the others in the room cheer, but this just makes him laugh and thrust harder into me, my ass is raped, it burns with pain and his large cock thrusts hard in and out of my tight hole. The guy at my face grabs me by the throat and plunges his cock deep into my mouth again, I gasp and struggle but it is no use, he pushes his cock hard, and my throat contracts, i look at him with pleading eyes and he grins leeringly at me and thrusts harder..my throat cannot cope and my stomach heaves, he pulls out of my mouth just in time, I turn my head and heave all over the bed, to glorious cheers from the onlookers’ sob, tears streaming down my face, vomit on my chin. The man above me grabs my face and rubs it on the sheet, then stuffs his cock back in, though not at deep as before.

I lay there feeling utterly humiliated as they use my ass and mouth, and pray to a god i don’t believe in to please make it end. But it doesn’t, it only gets worse, much worse. Another of the men steps forward and climbs onto the bed, pulling me on top of him, face up, parting my ass cheeks and pushing his cock slowly into my throbbing ass, while the guy who has been in my ass kneels and thrusts into my pussy, all the way in one hard stroke. They fuck me hard and fast, grabbing my flesh and squeezing me, bruising me...while the others stand around me , jerking their cock while watching me be abused.

One suddenly leaves and returns after about a minute, leading a large black and white spotted dog with him...the men fucking me suddenly pull out and push me over onto my stomach..one leans down and mutters into my ear...

"You ever been fucked by a dog, you dirty cunt whore?"

I struggle to see what is happening, i look over my shoulder and see the guy leading the dog to the bed...

I shake my head side to side...."no no no I" moan..."please no.."

I feel sharp nails dig into me as he makes the dog mount me, I feel the dogs hard shaft pushing against my wet ass and then it slides straight in... I struggle hard to pull away but my hips are grabbed and I’m held tight..The dog starts to hump me hard and fast, panting at my ear, dripping dog spit all over my back.

I beg for them to stop it but they all laugh and leer at me as they all stroke their hard dirty cocks, watching the huge dog fuck my ass ...pushing his cock deep into me, swelling inside me...then he cums hard, pumping his cum deep into me, some runs out of me and down my legs. They quickly pull him away before he gets stuck in me, one of them dips his fingers into my ass then thrusts them into my mouth, making me clean them all..Once by one the men line up at my face and jerk off onto me, splattering my face with their warm cum, drenching me.

The door opens and the men all fasten their pants, taking the dog with them they leave, discussing how hot it was to watch me being raped, while i lay on the bed sobbing, my ass dripping dog cum all over the sheets, my face and hair full of drying sticky cum...

Suddenly I feel a hand on my back and a collar is slipped around my throat.

Life of a Playboy

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