Bent over like a whore just before receiving a big black cock deep inside my fat ass

When I was 18 I ventured to the seedy section of Boston called the Combat Zone. I heard all the sordid stories of prostitutes and strippers as well as the crime and how rough it was. I was curious to what really went on down there so one night I skipped out on my friends and headed into Boston to check it out. I was 5'11 long blonde hair and weighed 135lbs. I had on jeans and a t-shirt and definitely peeked the interest of a few men as I walked down the street. I was new to sex with girls and had never had sex with a guy. I knew I wasn't gay or anything like that. I walked by a few strip bars and some adult book stores and came to one that looked interesting. I didn't see anyone in the store so I went in.

As I walked in I was stopped at the counter by the clerk who asked me for my ID. I gave him my drivers license and he laughed and said sure kid have fun. I was very young looking. I was 18 but I looked closer to 14 or 15. I walked up and down the aisles looking at the huge collection of porn magazines and sex toys. When I came to the back of the store I saw another section called Peep Booths. I asked the guy who was sitting at the desk what it was. He asked if I had ever been to a peep show before. I told him no I hadn't he said well its a bunch of booths inside where a person can go and watch some porn videos. I asked how much it was and he said $3 minimum. I gave him a $5 dollar bill and he gave me my tokens. He said go inside and find a booth and enjoy. I took my tokens and walked inside. It was so dark I could hardly see my own hand in front of me. As I walked along I felt hands grabbing my cock and ass. I kept moving not stopping. I walked up and down through this maze of booths and came to one that I thought I would try. I went inside and locked the door behind me and put a token in the machine and the video started playing. As the video played I could see in the booth and noticed a hole on one side of the booth. I looked down and saw a man in the other booth obviously jerking off. I sat up on the chair and watched my video. When the time expired I put another token in.
I then heard a knock on the door and a man said open the door please. I thought it was the man from upfront but when I unlocked the door a black guy pushed his way inside and told me to be quiet. I was very scared. He asked why I was there and I said I was just watching a video. He asked me if I sucked cock and I told him no I was straight. He laughed and said that doesn't mean anything. Lots of straight guys suck dick. I then noticed that he had his cock out. It was very big. Much bigger than my 5.5 inch cock. He told me to suck his cock. I told him I didn't want to. That's when he took out a bottle and said here sniff this it will make you feel better. I didn't know what they were. I asked and he said they were called poppers. I took a sniff and all of a sudden I felt so lightheaded like I was high. I had no control and I went to me knees. The guy then took my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. Suck it he said. I didn't know what to do my head was spinning. I began sucking his cock and I could taste his salty precum. He was holding my head shoving his black cock deep into my throat making me gag. First time my ass he said. You're a natural. I was starting to get my head straight when he stuck the bottle under my nose and told me to sniff it again. I did and it all started again. My head was spinning. I felt helpless and was doing what he told me to do. Then I heard him unlock the door. I saw out of the corner of my eye the door open and could see 2 or 3 guys standing there watching as I sucked my first cock. About 5 mins later I felt him pull my head closer and he shot his load into my mouth and told me to swallow it. I was choking and trying to swallow but it was too much. I spit some out and it landed on my shirt. He let go of my head and I sat there on the floor looking up. Then he got out and another guy got in. He took his cock out and told me to suck him. Feed him some poppers I heard a voice say and the bottle was placed at my nose for me to inhale. I knew what to do at this point and inhaled. Then opened my mouth to take this new guys cock. He was also black and very fat. I sucked his cock and he came rather quickly. Another guy came in and said he wanted my hole. I was pleading for him to not do it. But he pulled my pants down and spun me around and told me to bend over. I did and he again fed me some poppers. He said this will make it better and I felt his cock press against my virgin asshole. I wanted to scream but my head was still spinning and I felt him enter me. I couldn't believe all of this was happening to me. I felt his cock open my tight hole and slide in and out. His balls were slapping my balls as he thrust in and out. That's it baby take that dick. You like it don't you he said and I said no. Then another person held the poppers under my nose again. They were controlling me with these poppers. He fucked my ass and shot his load deep in me. When he pulled out I felt his cum run down my legs. He was then replaced by another and then another. In all I took 4 cocks up my ass and sucked off 4. They all left me there when they were done using me and I sat in the booth crying my eyes out. I was so ashamed and didn't want to leave. After about 30 mins I gathered myself up and walked out. Not making eye contact with anyone. When I got outside there were 3 or 4 guys standing outside and I walked past them. As I walked by they said good night sweet cheeks and all laughed. I felt like shit. I kept walking even when a prostitute asked me if I wanted a date. I kept that story to myself until just now. I now know this was my reason for becoming bi later in life.

So this is where we confess stuff I guess. I'm a closeted bisexual guy and since I was in my early teens I had always wanted to suck some cock. I never did anything about it cause I was worried people would find out and I'd be labeled as gay. But after years I couldn't take it anymore so I found out there's an adult bookstore an hour from me with a viewing arcade. I had read stories about what happens there so I went to try my luck. I got lost twice on my way there but I finally found it. It took me a good 20 mins to work up the courage to actually go in but I finally did. There were a lot of booths in there and a bunch of guys just walking around. I had no idea what to do.i finally went into a booth and but a dollar in and watched a little bit of porn. Once my time ran out I had a hard on and stepped out to see if I could find someone. When I was about to leave this 60 something year old man came in an sensed what I wanted to do. He signals me and asks me if he can join me in a booth, I just nod cause I'm so nervous. We walk in close the door and just on instinct I get on my knees awhile he undoes his pants. He had a thin 5 inch dick and I just went with it. All nervousness went away I just started sucking and licking. I ran my tounge up and down his shaft and started sucking his balls I was amazed at how easy it came to me. He asked me if I wanted to go to his house I shook no cause I was too scared, I wish I had said yes still regret it. Anyway I kept sucking for a couple more minutes when someone knocked on the door. I had never been in adult bookstore so I just assumed it was someone going around making sure nothing was happening so I got so scared and said I have to go. It makes me sad I didn't get to make him cum. It took me a year to work up the courage to go back but that second time I was bolder. By this time they had glory holes cut into some booths. I went into one and soon after a guy walked in and started watching a movie and jacking off. I knelt down and was looking at him I finally whispered can I suck it. He quickly got up and I had this 7 inch black cock. I started bobbing on it. Gagging as I tried to deep throat it. I don't know if he warned me or not but in a couple minutes I feel him blow his load down my throat while I had him deep in my mouth. He then quickly left but a minute later and old m an came and started quickly jacking off then he saw me near the hole and stuck his small cock in. I was in there for 15 minutes before he left cause I guess he couldn't cum. Afterwards I quickly left and drove home with the taste of cock and cum in my mouth

Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

One of the lessons you learn after years of driving is that at some point or another, you’re going to experience the pain of repetition and predictability. Even when I first started off on the journey, I never had a destination in mind. It’s like as soon as I sat down and closed the door, it was getting hazy. It’s apparent to me now that from the moment I turned that old key and fired her up I was totally unsure of to exactly where I thought I was going. Driving is one of my greatest pleasures. There’s a sincere innocence in the act of driving. I lost sight of much of that, and from time to time I wasn’t sure if I was even in control. From a certain perspective the relationship between the machine and it’s controller breaks down, and it can become objectively difficult to distinguish which is driven by which.

To be fair, the warning signs were all over the place. It felt like I couldn’t go more than ten seconds without some sign, a precaution, a rule, a rule of thumb, a word of advice whispered in confidence. I always did my best to be a responsible driver. For the longest time I did my best to obey all the rules of the road, back before I knew better, or perhaps until I thought I knew better. Experience is the greatest teacher, not to mention the harshest. It’s common knowledge that to learn from experience makes even the worst decisions worthwhile. Sometimes it’s simply the only thing that one can take away from the curveballs so often thrown one’s way. The problem for the unwise lies in working out what lesson the accused is to take away from his crime. For the introspective the problem is rarely not seeing the problem at hand. They can even take precautions to make sure that one accident is never repeated, by not repeating whatever lead to disaster the first time around. For the experienced, and by that I mean the scarred, the disfigured, those drivers who possibly still hurt every waking day of their lives, there are an entirely different set of problems, regardless of their ability to learn from past experiences. The problem faced by the salty, by the ones who well and truly drove around that block more than they care to admit, is the inability to disengage from what they think they know best, and in doing so they find themselves sat exactly where they were before they even released the handbrake. One cannot escape his past, cannot escape the stupid things they did. But to make matters worse, they begin to see that so many of the reflective, glaring, fluorescent signs they are bombarded with as they hit the highway begin to contradict each other. They blur, they all look the same, sound the same. It seems impossible to follow one highway code without breaking another. At first, one particularly thoughtful individual might find, there seemed to be one over-arching Way. The irrefutable Tao of the road. The one true way. I miss that idea. I’ve reached a point where no matter how hard I try and see things as I used to, either I changed, or the rules did.

And so those rare unfortunates may find the signs begin to undermine each other. Slow down, but speed up. Be cautious, but never so more than you’re being brazen. Make sure to flaunt every last thing you have and haven’t ever done, because nobody likes It when you brag. And so experience fails you. It begins to lie to you, and even when you’re aware that there is clearly deception afoot, you become a man looking at a map with no reference as to where in the fuck they actually are. It’s at this point in my career as a driver that I also realised that for all the years I had been driving, I could not remember where I was going. I knew that I had been driving for a very long time, and I think at certain points I had stopped off at places, and I still remember the people I picked up. Some of them drove with me for the longest time. I always liked having passengers, but sooner or later, the destination is reached, and the journey has come to an end. But I digress. At a certain point, I found myself lost. It was the worst kind of lost, in that not only did I not know at all where and when I was, but in that I had totally forgotten where I had originally intended to go. I could not even remember at what point I had forgotten everything about myself. All I knew was in looking in the mirror, I was sure I didn’t recognise myself. I could not even describe the person who stared back at me. The Driver was a man about which you could say so much, but I’m quite certain that none of the obvious things you could gleam from that countenance were objectively correct. Nothing I’ve ever experienced has been quite so simple as that. First impressions are hard to resist, however. In a way it didn’t matter that I’m sure in some ways I recognised the Driver’s face, because from the moment I met his eyes with mine, I knew he’d always be a simple mystery to me, destined to be my enemy, the one who knew me the best.

He had the look of the man who has learned from experience as he lit that cigarette. The glow from the lighter revealed a face older and more weathered than I’m sure my own face was. He looked bad. I was certain he didn’t have the slightest good intention in mind for me, and yet everything in his eyes and in the tone of his voice struck me as sincere and well meaning. He spoke to me as if he knew me. We’re on the road now aren’t we? I’ve always loved these warm nights, the heady smell in the air. He grinned, and his eyes lit up. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirstier than I’ve ever felt in my life. There was adrenaline coursing through my body now, and most of my worry had suddenly receded. As he rolled down the window, an old and child-like excitement crossed his face, as a child who is told on Christmas day that the best present has been saved to last. What does it even matter where we’re going? The pleasure’s in the driving. It’s also in the uncertainty. We passed a strange scene by the side of that long road. This struck me because until now it had all been so blank. There was a cow being led down the road by two men, one in front, and one following up from behind. We passed so quickly that the image struck me as an old black and white picture would have, fixed in my mind without the suggestion of fading. It was like some grim scene from a foreign abattoir, and I felt my spirit drop, knowing where the cow’s destination lay despite all his ignorance. He looked complacent if not slightly confused as to his predicament, being lead by his handlers as he was. For some unknown reason, I honestly felt very sad for him. Then I laughed. Fucker should have evolved faster. I couldn’t but help show the slightest disapproval, even if deep down something in me knew it was true. It would be pretty much the same if the boot was on the other foot. Or hoof. You get my drift. I laughed again, and I wasn’t sure if it was humour or desperation I heard in that laugh. It sounded strange to me, but laughs always sound strange when you really listen to them. Everyone knows what a laugh means, but that shit can’t be found in any dictionary I ever heard of.

With the house all to myself from Thursday through Sunday night, I suggested to Robby (our gang bang guru) that it would be great for him to arrange a fuck session where we could take advantage of an empty house for a change, rather than renting a hotel room for our activities. He came through within the first couple of hours, which just shows what an amazing track record he has of snagging seriously fuckable women.

He'd connected with Jamie via a Craigslist ad. She's 30, 5-5 120, with blonde-highlighted light brown hair and 32B tits. The photo posted here is the one she sent along with her request to meet. Because it was midday Thursday, Robby was only able to arrange a threesome, since the rest of the guys in our over-50 GB group couldn't make it on such short notice. Jamie was apparently OK with that, though, since this was to be her first multi-guy sex encounter and she wasn't too sure how overwhelmed she might be with more participants. And if her claims could be believed, it would prove the first time in more than a month that she'd had any kind of sex at all.

While waiting for them to show up, I gave Robby some shit via text because, after picking Jamie up from her place in North Denver, he had trouble finding my house on the southeast side. He claimed his GPS was all fucked up, but I was more certain it was operator error. Also on the way over, he "warned" me that Jamie was a bit on the skanky side, but I replied that, given our plans for the afternoon, that was a benefit rather than a flaw.

They showed up at my place just before 1:00 p.m., around 20 minutes late. I'd prepared our guest room in advance by stripping the queen-size bed and putting on a new bottom sheet plus clean pillow cases, setting out a brand-new tube of lube, and adjusting the shades so the room wouldn't be quite so bright. Meeting them at the front door, I saw that Jamie was dressed in a pleasantly slutty outfit: Short green cloth jacket over a black lace sleeveless top with a purple bra showing underneath, a denim micro-mini skirt that barely covered her ass, and over-the-knee high-heeled leather boots. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail and spun around after coming through the door so I could apply the green silk scarf I was using as a blindfold. She'd asked for this as one of the conditions of the afternoon's activities, and I was happy to oblige.

Given the lateness of their arrival and the fact Robby had to leave in an hour to pick up his kids from school, we immediately headed upstairs and got down to business. I helped Jamie off with her jacket and unzipped her skirt so she could slip it off. She quickly removed her lacy top and I unhooked her bra. We all agreed she could leave her boots on for the duration. Meanwhile, Robby was stripping down to bare skin, tossing his clothes haphazardly onto the floor in his haste to start in on Jamie. She asked us to leave her undershorts on -- they were leopard-print boy-shorts -- which was fine because they'd been altered by having two carefully placed holes cut out of the crotch. One showed off her smoothly shaved pussy while the other exposed her tight little asshole. I ran my hand down over her buttocks and slipped my middle finger into her tight, wet pussy while removing my clothes at a pace considerably slower than Robby had achieved. He put his hands on her small, firm tits and began to suck on her nipples, which stood up nicely to the attention. She used one of her hands to tug on his fully erect cock - it was hard even before he took off his trousers -- and meanwhile I disengaged so I could remove the rest of my clothes as well.

Robby suggested she lie on her back, which she did, and he stuck his face in between her thighs to taste some of that sweet, sweet pussy. I thought he might be down there a while, but after only about a minute of some serious licking he stood up, pulled her hips closer to the edge of the mattress, and jammed his seven-inch dick into her wet slit. She had her legs up in the air with Robby pressing his hands against the backs of her thighs to keep them there as he pounded her hard. I'd stroked myself from a semi-hard to a fully erect state and climbed onto the bed so she could take my dick in her mouth. By changing my angle of approach, I was able to slide my entire member into her mouth. Of course I'm less than six inches, so it's not a huge challenge, but I could still sense the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat with every downward thrust, which was a great feeling.

After a few minutes of fucking her while standing alongside the bed, Robby suggested it was my turn to squeeze my dick into that pussy. We helped flip her over -- her equilibrium was compromised somewhat by the blindfold -- and I entered her from behind, doggie-style. It had been a couple of months since I'd had sex, so this was a welcome opportunity and I made the most of it, thrusting enthusiastically as Jamie reached down with her right hand and rubbed it briskly across her clit. Meanwhile, Robby had opened up the small bottle of Astroglide he'd brought with him and suggested we DP the girl. She was definitely on board with that idea, so we maneuvered ourselves into position with me on my back and her on top, facing me. She reached down and re-inserted my cock into her pussy and leaned forward so I could suck on her tantalizingly erect nipples. I moved my legs together and Jamie did the same with hers, which allowed Robby to climb aboard and straddle the two of us. He squirted some lube onto his index finger and worked it into Jamie's rear hole, removed it quickly, and leaned forward while pressing his cock's head against her anus. She balanced on one hand above me while reaching back with her other hand and pulling her butt cheek aside to provide him greater access. A deep grunt from her, plus added pressure on my dick inside her pussy, told me he was in her ass. I lay still with my hands on Jamie's hips while Robby did all the work. He pounded her ass with enthusiasm and some deep penetration while she ground my pussy against my lower body. I saw Jamie's chest flushing red and moved my hands from her hips to her tits, tugging insistently on her nipples to match the rhythm the two of them were playing out above me. After a couple of minutes, Jamie let out a big groan and announced she was cumming.

By this point Robby was starting to run out of gas, so he pulled out of her ass and stepped across the hall into the bathroom so he could find a towel for wiping off his dick. Jamie rolled off me and onto her back, but she was clearly far from done. Neither was I -- so I climbed off at the foot of the bed and pulled Jamie toward the edge, pushed her legs up into the air and told her to hold them there (which she did by looping her arms around the backs of her knees), and then I sank my cock into her ass. It was the first time I'd done anal in probably 20 years, and it felt terrific. I was soon pounding her with balls-deep thrusts, and she let go of one leg so she could reach down and mash her fingers against her clit in a rapid-fire manner. Meanwhile, Robby crouched next to her face and stuck his newly cleaned-off dick into her mouth. She sucked him enthusiastically while I fucked her ass; then her butt muscles clenched and she was suddenly in the midst of her second orgasm.

Once it passed I withdrew, especially since my legs were shaky from all the thrusting that I was hardly used to anymore. Robby decided he wanted some more of Jamie's asshole, so we switched positions and he stood at the foot of the bed with his dick inserted all the way into her poop-chute. After about eight or ten thrusts he announced he was ready to cum, so he pulled out and shot a nice thick glob of white goo all over her pussy lips, with some coming to rest on her shorts. I was positioned behind her, with her head cradled in my lap, so I reached down and used two of my fingers to scoop up some of Robby's ejaculate. Then I popped my fingers into Jamie's mouth and she sucked them dry.

By now it was time for Robby to split, but I wasn't quite ready to call it quits and Jamie agreed to let me take her home. As Robby dug around on the floor for his discarded clothes and started to put them on, I finally pulled off Jamie's blindfold -- it was simply too much in the way after all this time -- and convinced her to get on top of me, 69-style. Robby said a quick goodbye, to which Jamie was only able to reply with a muffled grunt, since at that moment she had my entire cock in her mouth. I licked her pussy, sucked on her clit and slipped a finger into her ass, hoping to induce a third orgasm, but she came off my cock long enough to explain we'd made her pretty sore down there, so instead I pulled my face and hands away from her crotch and simply let her do her work. About three minutes into this latest activity I said, "OK, finish me off." Jamie took that as a cue to get me to cum, so she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, sucked harder on the head, and shortly thereafter I was pumping my jizz down her throat.

She wanted to smoke a cigarette (Marlboro!), so she slipped on her black lace top and I led her toward the deck that's just outside our back door. She also wanted something alcoholic to drink, so I unscrewed the top off a tiny bottle of Barefoot Moscato and poured it into a juice glass. Classy presentation, eh? By now it was nearly 2:30, so rather than begin another fuck session -- we were both pretty sore at this point -- I suggested I drive her home. We got dressed and hit the road. On the way there, we enjoyed an interesting conversation about local politics, the police -- she was on probation for her 2nd DUI, thus a suspended drivers' license and the inability to drive -- and other non-sexual elements. As she exited my car she stuck her head back inside and gave me a warm kiss on the lips. "Tell Robby I'll be in touch again soon, OK? And next time, a couple additional guys would be all right." She'd obviously enjoyed herself!

OMG so I had these few dreams last night and now I'm freaking dying over here. Maybe I'm just repressed or a 'lil weird but this stuff makes me so antsy in the pantsy. Anyways (and I've labeled them by letter so if you have a comment you can just use the letter ^_^):

A. My wife comes home from work and says with a giggle, 'hey I met this really cute guy at work today and he was funny and really hitting on me. I liked it so I let him keep complementing me and he ended up asking me on a date!' 'are you going to go out with him?' I reply. 'Of course!' she smiles, 'and I wanna see where this goes and I don't wanna ruin any chance I have of getting some, so I'm not going to wear my rings when I'm around him.' I cringe, but inwardly my dick is getting hard, 'so you would let him...?' She looks at me like a lost puppy, 'well of course dear, this is a DATE and we had sex when I dated you, right? Besides, it's not like you satisfy me anyways, so he can just help you in that department.' The dream went something like that.

B. My wife comes home at a different time from the above story and breaks this to me, 'I'm pregnant.' I jump for joy, 'that's great dear! I'm so happy!' She looks annoyed, 'well don't be, it's not yours. I'm pretty much 99% sure this baby is coming out black. Remember that guy at work that likes me? Well I never really made him use condoms;' I look indignant, she continues, 'I know I know even though I make you use them. I just like the feeling of a guy's naked cock inside me and I LOVE the feeling when he shoots him cum deep inside of me. I guess this was inevitable...'

C. I'm working at target the day of this big concert at the local fair grounds and a group of about half a dozen teenage girls come walking in all wearing pleated skirts so short that I can see the panties on all of them poking out from under the skirts. They all have different tastes but one thing is for sure: first off, they are hot so I'm kind of attracted (obviously) but second, I'm really jealous b/c I want some cute panties like they have, and to look adorable wearing them, like they do... [as an aside] On top of that I had another dream a few nights ago where I was over at one of my kid's houses and kept trying to stealthily steal some of his sister's panties. What is it with me and women's underwear?

D. And all women's clothes for that matter! But honestly, I'm not sure what it is or why, but I REALLY want to suck on a hard dick, and get rewarded with a mouthful of cum... If I am watching porn, I see the guy getting close and the girl turns around and opens her mouth, and I may lie to myself and say that I wish I was the guy, or I may lie and say that I wish the girl was my wife doing some guy, but the truth is, I wish that I was THAT girl, getting fucked by some hottie and then swallowing his load while I'm dressed all girly. I cannot TELL YOU how many times I have thought about that conversation we had about what it would be like if I had a girly room all to myself and I was constantly dressed like a girl and you came over one day for girl-time, and I told you about this dreamy guy who was coming over soon, and so you help me with my panties and bra, and make-up so I'm super cute and then you watch when he gets there... OMG so HOT!! Can we talk about that idea again soon? lol I also like the idea of you and I dancing around in our panties together to some loud music before he got there and just having a crazy-fun time. *sigh*...

Okay, there they all are. I'm really worked up now. I hope you are too :-P

Pauline The Slut - Part 26: My Husbands Whore 

 
I didn't see my husband for a few weeks after the film shoot. I was still in bed one morning when the phone rang. "Get out of bed slut and put on one of your babydoll outfits. There are some workmen coming over to do some work on the house. They'll be there for two days. Make sure you feed them and let them use you however they want. They promised to reduce the bill if you proved to be a good slut. Don't disappoint." He hung up. 
 

Just after 9, 3 men arrived. "Wow, your husband wasn't joking. You are a cock hungry slut." Their boss said as he grabbed me and ran his hands all over my body. "You two bring in the gear. I'm going to start this job with a fuck." He dragged me into the lounge while the other two brought their gear upstairs. He followed them upstairs when he was done. 
 
There was a lot of noise coming from them and I was curious as to what work they were doing. I went upstairs. They were working in one of the guest bedrooms. I went to the door to peak inside. Before I could see anything one of them came out. He took me to my sons bedroom pushed me to my knees and had me suck his cock. Before he headed back to work he said "We'll be stopping for lunch at one and dinner at five. Make sure there's plenty to eat." 
 

Throughout the two days they would continually come to use one of my holes. Whenever they all left the room the door was locked so I never got to see what they were doing. On the final evening a truck arrived and all the old furniture from the bedroom was taken away after I gave the driver a blowjob. 
 

My husband arrived the next day to inspect the work. I wasn't allowed into the room. My husband seemed satisfied with what he saw. He left without saying a word. 
 

The next afternoon Beth phoned, "Slut, Put on your black cocktail dress and be at the restaurant in the Four Seasons at 9. Eat before you arrive." I arrived as they were finishing their meal, my husband, Beth and a man I'd not seen before. 
 

"This is your slut for the night." my husband said to him "she will do anything you want, treat her as if you own her." Then turning to me "This is Mr Eiffer, we have signed a very big contract today and you are to make sure he is well rewarded. Do not disappoint. If you fail to please him your sisters video will be sent to everyone." 

 I was still shocked by what my husband had said when Mr Eiffer took me to his room. When we got in the elevator he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. He shoved a finger up my ass and then a second. By the time we got to the 14th floor he was forcing three fingers in. 
 

As soon as we entered his room he threw me on the ground and fucked my ass roughly for about 10 minutes until he came. He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head down to clean his cock. I was then dragged to the bed and he started fingering my ass again. His cum provided plenty of lubrication for him and he soon had four fingers inside me. My ass felt like it was being ripped apart as he pushed his whole hand into me. I started to scream until he pushed my head down into the pillow. 
 

"How's that slut? Like getting your tight asshole fisted?"  
 

He pushed deep into my ass before pulling halfway out and then punching back in again. I had never experienced such pain. He continued punching away until I almost passed out. Having completely wrecked my ass he ripped his fist out and started fucking it again. I was pushed down to clean his cock after he filled my ass with cum. 
 

"You better be gone before I wake up slut." He then turned over and went to sleep. 
 
Two days later, Beth and my husband arrived at the house. "Shower and put on some makeup on. You don't need any clothes. Be as quick as you can." 
 I went upstairs returning downstairs to find Beth and my husband drinking coffee in the kitchen. 10 minutes later the doorbell rang. "Answer that slut and bring them into the study. I went to the door naked. There were two men, one elderly, close to 70 and the other about 40. They were dressed in expensive suits and had briefcases. I led them to the study. 
 
"Good morning Mr. Trent, Mr Rosberg. Thank you for coming out to my house at such short notice. I really appreciate it. I think you have met Beth before." They both said hello and shook hands with Beth. I was ignored.  
  

They both opened their briefcases and placed some papers on the desk. My husband signed several documents and Mr Trent witnessed his signature. Then I was handed a pen. "Sign slut." I looked at my husband, puzzled. He took out his phone. "I must send a message to my son and daughter." he said to no one in particular. I knew instantly what he meant. I took the pen and signed. Mr Rosberg witnessed my signature. All the documents were put back in the briefcases. 
 

"Slut, bring Mr Trent upstairs and thank him for coming out to us this morning." Resigned to what lay ahead I brought Mr Trent to the bedroom. He took off his clothes and folded them over a chair. I lay on the bed and he got on top of me. No preliminaries, no demands, he just fucked me. He then got dressed and went back downstairs. 
 

I was just about to head for the shower when Mr Rosberg came in. He stripped and forced me to my knees. He forced his cock down my throat, chocking me. He relaxed his grip allowing me to get a breath before fucking my throat again. He then threw me face down on the bed and fucked my ass. 
 

After I showered I went downstairs, everyone had gone. 
 

Two days later a removal truck pulled up outside. Three men unloaded some furniture and boxes. As they were bringing the boxes into the house Beth arrived. She told the men where the furniture and boxes was to go. She then said something to them that I couldn't hear. She turned to me. "Fuck these men real good when they've finished." She then left. 
  

After an hour or so the men brought me up to my bedroom. It wasn't long before there was a cock in each hole. I heard a car outside. I guessed it was Beth coming back to check on me. I decided to work really hard at pleasuring the three cocks in my holes. I sucked and moved my body to meet the cocks, letting out moans of pleasure. 
  

There was a scream. "Mom, what are you doing." It was my daughter, Therese. She turned and ran down the stairs. I tried to get up but the men held me in place "We're not finished with you." one of them said. I heard the door slam shut and her car head off. 
 

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Pauline Exposed And Humiliated

Paulineomts 7.5K

This a story that is mostly made up, taken from a scenario that could have been amazing. This is also my first attempt at writing a story.

A few nights ago, my group of friends and I were out hanging at a karaoke bar. There were 5 of us there, and we were celebrating Aly's birthday, who had just turned 21. She has had a few drinks in the past, but has never gotten drunk before. We all decided that it was finally time for it to happen.

As soon as we got to the bar, we all had a yager bomb to get the night started. Callie, being the most energetic out of us, decided to go up and sing a song first. As we are waiting for her to go up, we are all looking for songs to sing ourselves. We joke around about singing some classic N'Sync and Backstreet Boys, and Aly starts saying that she doesn't think she could go up there by herself. I tell her to pick a song, any song, and I would go up there and sing it with her.

The night continues on, and we've had plenty of shots and beers by this point, and it's time for Aly and I to go up and sing. What song does she pick? Barbie Girl..... As we were about to go up, she was about to back out, so we both down another shot and the rest of our drink and made our way up. Aly definitely started to feel the alcohol a bit, and as she grabbed my hand, she placed it right on her ass. I looked at her, trying to figure out if she did it on purpose, and she just looked at me with a generic smile. First possible hint of the night.

After we were done with our song, we headed back to our table and talked about how embarrassing this would be if we were sober. Ryan and Lexi, our other friends there, were up next with Callie, so Aly and I had the table to ourselves. She is finally feeling drunk by this point, and I put my arm around her waist and ask her if she enjoyed my ass earlier. She grinned nonchalantly and said "maybe, would you like to a feel too?" Of course I took her up on her offer, but I didn't linger, since we hadn't ever done much before. (She is about 5'4", average body size and weight but with a fantastic add to compensate and D cup). We didn't pay much attention to the others singing, because we were too occupied teasing each other about whose ass was nicer.

They got back, and we realized it was already 1am. The bar started to wind down, so we decided it was time to take the party back to my place. Lexi, being the only sober one at this point, drove us back. When we got back, we decided to figure out the sleeping situation for everyone. Ryan and Lexi were to have the guest room, Callie and Aly were to take the couches, and I in my room. We played some drinking games, like Ring of Fire and Waterfall. It didn't take long for everyone to start passing out, but the night didn't end there for me.

Everyone has gone to bed by this point, and I hear someone come into my room. I turn on the lamp as they close the door, and it was Aly. She was still really drunk, but started sobering up a bit. I ask her if everything was okay, and she said it could be better. I ask her what would help, and she said a back massage. I'm thinking, 'she wants a back massage at this time of night?' I know she really likes back massages, and I typically give her one almost every time she comes over, so it wasn't really anything weird.

I straighten out the pillows on my bed and she lays down, and I start massaging her upper back. As I was doing this, I noticed something was different, but couldn't figure out what. I then realized what was missing...her bra. I asked her about it, and she said that she didn't want it on because it made back massages less enjoyable. I, being clueless, didn't think anything of it. I moved on to her lower back, and told her to let me know when I was massaging too low. She normally stops me right at the top of her hip line or jeans, but this time was different. I was massaging the top of her ass when I asked her again if it was too low, and she said No, you can go lower if you want. It feels good."

My heart started racing a bit by this point, and I proceed to massaging her entire ass. My dick was so hard it almost a started to hurt, but I kept on going because it felt so good. I started working my way back up her back again, and I ask her she was okay with me massaging under her shirt a little, and she said it was fine. Not sure if she said yes for herself or for my pleasure, but I didn't care by this point. Her skin was so soft and smooth, it felt amazing. I got to about the middle of her back when she raised her shirt up so I could reach easier. Her shirt was up just below her boobs, and almost drove me crazy. I quickly move up more, and and sitting on her legs by this point so my dick is almost rubbing against her. I ask her again if she is enjoying it, and she doesn't reply. She just sways her hips back and forth so my dick was against her ass, and moves her shirt up the rest of the way.

That was the only answer I needed. I lean against her and giver a kiss on the back of her neck, and she lets out a little moan. My hands start massaging her sides, and I move right next to her boobs. Without warning, she arches her back again and pushes her ass against my dick. I ask her if her back is the only part that she wants massaged, and she sits up, takes her shirt the rest of the way off, and lays back down on her back. The look in her eyes as she stared up at me half naked is something I will never forget. I sit back on her lap and start massaging her stomach before quickly making my way up to her plump breasts. Her nipples were already hard, so I started to pinch and play with them too. Aly must have really liked it, because she let out another little moan and reached for my pants. I wasn't wearing a shirt, and just had on my thin pj pants and boxers. There wasn't any hiding how hard my boner was, and it didn't take long before she started playing with it too.

Not a moment later, she finds a way to get my dick out of my pants and she started sucking on it. I had never felt such pleasure from any girl's mouth before. She had a smaller mouth, but she knew how to use it to please. After 10 minted of sheer ecstasy, I was right on the verge of cumming. I wanted this to go on as long as possible, so I back away and tell her it was her turn.

I take my pants off, as they were no longer necessary at this point, and I start to run my fingers along the rim of her pants. I slide them off, and reveal she is wearing pair of black panties with the word "Pink" on the ass, and a little bow on the front. I had seen these before, but only a single glimpse by accident when she sat down once in a skirt too fast. Thinking about that moment compared to now made it even more exciting.

After removing her pants, I start kissing her stomach and head down. I start to take her underwear off when she asks me to wait. She told me she wanted me to lay down and she wanted to sit on my face. I never really thought about doing something like that before, but the thought of her cunt right above my face, I didn't think twice about that. I proceed to lay on my back, and I guide her hips over me. She hovers above my face reverse cowgirl style, and I slide my finger around her panties and felt that she was extremely wet. I slide my finger around a bit, and it left a string when I pulled it out. She smelt so amazing, and I pulled her panties aside, took a deep breath,and shoved my tongue straight inside of her. It might have caught her by surprise, because she jumped away for a moment before resting her pelvis on me. Never had I expected to be doing this, let alone with Aly.

As I continued to lick her smooth, shaved pussy and clit, she leaned forward and started blowing me again. We stop only long enough to pull her panties off, and she gets back on top of me again. This time, I'm fingering her clit with my left hand, tongue in her pussy, and my right hand has started to play with her little asshole. I swear she never seemed to run out of juices, and would especially overrun when she would have an orgasm. We carried on like this for the until she cummed for her third time and when my load finally blew. She didn't swallow much, but she did let me cum in her mouth some.

When we finished, she got up and laid beside me, and said that everything was still spinning. I had completely forgotten how drunk we were, as everything started to spin for me too. We both pass out and wake up in the middle of the night. She gets up and cleans herself and I throw my pants back on and we go back to sleep.

The next morning, everyone questions why she slept in my bed with me, and she just tells them that she was cold and that's all she remembers. When no one was looking, she glanced over at me and winked. She remembered everything, and knew exactly what we had done. Later that day, I text her to check up on her, and ask her if the previous night was just a one time fling, and she replied with "No, and I left something for you under your bed ;)" I go and check what she left, and it was her panties from that night. I sniffed them, and they smelt exactly how she did that night, and all the memories came flooding back into my mind. She sent me another text soon after, and said "Thanks Vince for my great 21st! ;) =P!"

Now with our dirty little secret, let's see how naughty she really can be!

I haven't gotten laid in a long time because of PTSD from a woman who really screwed me up. I thought I was in love with her. Anyway, after 2 years of disparaging and acting like a complete depressed fool, I was walking my dog and went to the dog park. I sat on a bench and let my dog run around and have fun.

As I sat there just taking in the cool winter fresh air - I noticed this woman casually glancing at me. I didn't know how to react, I had a few flashbacks of my ex so I just looked down at the ground and didn't want to make eye contact.

"Hey." I heard a sweet voice ask me.
I looked up, it was the woman that was looking at me. She was right next to me. I stood up and smirked.
"Hello."
"Hope I'm not disturbing you, I've seen you here before and I just wanted to say hi. My name is Lori."
I told her my name and shyly looked away.
"No you're totally not disturbing me. My dog has a lot of energy so, yeah I'm here a lot."
"Oh they can have way too much energy!" She laughed.
Anyway we made small talk and hung out for a good 3 hours until it got dark.
"Hey, can we exchange numbers?" She asked me, "I don't want to be too forward but - you're a nice guy I'd really like to get to know you."
We exchanged numbers and she went in for a hug, and I let her - I hugged her back. She smelled so good.
She was petite with short black hair, red lips and pink cheeks (the cold weather gave her a natural blush). I'm 6 ft 2 inches tall, and she's about 5ft tall. She had a nice frame that her winter jacket accented well.
A few days later after meeting her I get a text on my phone from her, "You want to get some coffee?"
So after I got out of work, I met her at a coffee shop and we really clicked well. It seemed we liked the same movies, the same TV shows, the same music... we hit it off well.
"Hey would you like to come over and watch a movie?"
She blushed, "Of course I would love that! I'll follow you in my car."

We got inside my house and we both decided to geek out and watch Lord of the Rings (we're both Tolkien fans). She sat next to me, and I put my arm around her and immediately she moved in for a kiss. I froze.
She pulled away and was a bit confused, "are you ok? Did I do something wrong?"
I shook my head, "no, it's not you - look I like you a lot, but I'm in therapy for PTSD because a few years ago my ex really damaged me... and it's not that I'm hung up on her, it's that my mind reverts to the trauma she's caused me."
She was silent for a bit, so I said, "And I totally understand if you want to leave, it's fucked up - I know."
She smiled and held my hand, "I'm not going anywhere - thank you for being honest with me. I like honest men."
Out of nowhere, "yeah I haven't dated in over 2 years, haven't had sex... nothing."
"Oh that's going to change, whenever you're ready I'm here for you."
My cock got immediately hard.
"I mean I'm ready but my brain acts stupid," I said chuckling and pointing at my cock making a tent in my jeans.
She chuckled, "well - I'll be honest with you too. I've had a crush on you for a long time and I kind of been stalking you, I know it sounds creepy... but I just couldn't work up the nerve to talk to you. I thought you maybe were married, or had a girlfriend."
"Yeah I've never had a stalker before, that's kind of sexy honestly," I laughed.
"I'd sit there and watch you and think to my self - why is such a nice guy so out of reach... I really didn't want to date anyone because I had this major crush on you so I was turning people down for dates!"
"I'd really like to get to know you, just understand that I do have some trauma and I'm still in therapy - I'm working on it."
"Can you tell me what she did? Or does it hurt too much?"
"Oh, I can talk about it. I've been talking about it with my therapist for two years! Where to start... Well I met her online, and we met. We hit it off really well. She'd come over, we'd have fun but eventually it turned into her programming me. We'd be having sex and she'd start calling me her husband, saying that she wanted me to cum in her to get her pregnant so we can make a baby."
I paused, reflecting back on it.
"Anyway, she'd look into my eyes while she was on top of me begging me to give her a child, calling me her soulmate, her husband... this happened over and over. One day at work I get a call, it's her telling me she's pregnant. She demanded to know what I wanted to do, if I was man enough to take care of her and the baby. I told her of course; I was happy and couldn't wait to start a life with her. I went home from work, and she was waiting outside of my house. It was a bit odd because she never showed up unannounced. She seemed different, but I didn't think anything of it. We went inside and she broke down crying. Then she punched me in the face. She turned into a wild woman, grabbing and pulling at my hair, clawing at my chest and throat screaming 'you ruined my fucking life! I have a husband, I have a child!'. I was shocked and then she calmed down, "I'm aborting the baby and you're going to pay for it. If you don't I'm going to ruin you. Every waking moment I'll be making your life miserable."
I took a deep breath, "and she did. She made my life miserable. She would call the police on me and pushed false allegations of sexual harassment, and even tried to tell the police I raped her. I took her to court, I won - but when she went away it's like I lost my mind. I wanted the baby, I wanted her, but everything was a complete mindfuck - including her being 'madly in love with me.'"
Lori listened intently, "Sounds like a complete psycho... that's a lot to go through. But hey, on a better note, I'd love practicing making babies with you when you're ready!"
We laughed and I leaned in for a kiss. My hand cupped her soft breast through her shirt as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. Her hand unzipped my pants and stroked my cock.
"I---" I stammered.
"Shhh, lean back and enjoy it," Lori whispered.
Her mouth enveloped my hard cock, her head pumping slowly up and down. Lori would look up at me, and fondle my balls and continue working my dick with her mouth.
Lori pulled her top of, and took off her pants and undies. I pulled her head gently off my dick and laid her down and kissed her body. My fingers probed her hot wet pussy and she moaned. My mouth made it's way down to her pussy and my tongue slid inside and licked her salty wet clit. She moaned and grabbed my hair, calling my name.
"I'm going to cum!" and she did. I've never witnessed a woman squirt, ever - but she did - all over my face. I really didn't like the taste of it, it wasn't what I was expecting but it was a huge turn on.
"Lay back, it's my turn to make you cum," she said with a smile.
She mounted my hard cock and it slid in her. I didn't last long.
"Oh Lori, I'm going to explode!" I told her, I didn't know if she was on the pill or anything and suddenly, I was worried about getting her pregnant and started to panic. I tried pulling her off, but she pressed down harder and rode my cock harder.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not her, I'm me and I want my fantasy man to finish inside me. I want every inch of that cock deep in my pussy and I want every last drop of cum that you have in me too. Relax, feel me...."
I fucking came. I came and came. I came so hard it hurt. When she got off of me, cum was dribbling from her pussy, dripping on to me, and down her leg.
"Holy fuck," I said. She kissed me.
She spent the night, we fucked twice more. In the morning she had to go to work and so did I but we did meet up later on and I went to her place. I spent the night.
"So, are we a thing? Can I call you my girlfriend or what?"
"You better be calling me your girlfriend! Hell yeah we're a thing. If you ever have any concerns, you can always talk to me - I won't do you wrong like your ex did."
So I guess after 2+ years of being single, I now have a very sexy girlfriend. I have to confess that I'm still afraid, but also confess that Lori is way better in bed than my ex is - and I know I shouldn't even compare... but I think that's part of my psychological issues. And yes, I'm writing this as part of my therapy because I can't go on facebook and post shit like this... I just hope I'm not going to get fucked over again, I can't handle it - and she's the most beautiful woman I've ever been with.
Might delete later. peace.

I confess I worship powerful black men

i am a 21yo white male, and my fantasy is to be mugged by two strong black thugs. i want them to take my phone, my wallet, everything i own, then punch me just to put me in my place

when theyre about to leave i will get on my knees and beg them, "fuck me, i worship the superior black race"
mmmmm, and then they take me off the path and into the woods a bit and take turns taking my dignity and my virginity
my little white dick shooting cum the whole time
their big long black dicks fucking me so hard and deep that my eyes roll into the back of my head
they fuck me retarded until they're ready to shoot their thick nigger cum deep inside my inferior white boy pussy
i feel their dick throb inside me and i know exactly what theyre doing,
"thank you so much for turning me into a faggot, thank you so much"