A few years ago I worked with this delicious slut in a medium sized office. About 75 people worked there, 10 or 12 in the attached warehouse, the rest desk jobs in the office area up front. She sat in a cubicle across and beyond the wall from mine. Blonde, tan, about 5 foot 3, 120 pounds maybe. Big, perky fake tits and a tight little ass. She knew it too. Always wore outfits a bit too tight or revealing. The kind of girl who spent her time on boats and at the beach, always in the sun, always flirting. She was such a tease.

I liked having time to myself in the office, to get things done without others around to interrupt, so I would normally come in very early, get there 530 or 6 AM. That would allow me at least an hour, nobody else in the office came in before 7. A few warehouse guys, but they stayed in the back. One morning I'm at my desk about 615 and I hear this incredibly loud sound coming from one of the cubicles across the wall. Startling and LOUD. I walked over to investigate, and my little office fantasy, let's call her Julie (not her real name), had left her cell phone on her desk, and the alarm was going off. I managed to turn it off, shaking my head at the noise. I was about to put it back on her desk when I thought, I wonder what kind of pics she might have....

Her phone had no secure lock screen, so it wasn't hard to explore. I found her galleries, checking over my shoulder that nobody else was coming in. Mostly boring shots of her dog, some flowers, pinterest type crap. Scrolling down, scrolling, and then - bingo.

A series of selfies that were clearly meant for someone she wanted to fuck. licking her lips, pouty smiles with her hard nipples through a thin shirt, on her stomach with her beautiful ass in the air, and more. They progressively got more revealing. Her ass in boy shorts, then her bare ass. Wearing just a bra, then full exposed tits. they were amazing. playing with her nipples, then her in front of a mirror in only panties, then no panties covering her pussy with her hand, then legs open and her finger tracing her slit. I was rock fucking hard. I checked again to make sure I was still alone, then pulled my cock out and did what any guy would do, stroked myself off to her pics right there in her cubicle.

When it came time to cum I shot my load right on her chair. She never came in before 9, it would dry before then, and I could spend all day getting hard knowing she would be sitting on it.

I wanted to send myself the pics, but she would know I did. So I hooked up a USB and transferred a ton to my hard drive. She had so many more. Then just in time, I put her phone back and returned to my desk just before a co-worker came in.

Fast forward to the next morning, alone in the office, my cock out, stroking to her slutty pics. I printed a few, full color on the office printer, and shot ropes all over her. I must have done this every day for a week. I would throw the photos away after, buried beneath other trash. So i thought at least.

After about a week of this, I came in one morning to find one of my cum stained printed pics of her on my desk. No note, nobody there, just the pic. I was freaked out. I was caught, and going to get fired. I picked up the photo to destroy it and found underneath, another photo of her, one I hadn't seen before. Tight sweater, tight pants, fuck me smile. Written underneath the photo was "do this one next".

I wasn't sure if she had found it and it turned her on, or a creepy coworker found it and took a pic from her facebook or something, but it was exhilarating. I made sure I was alone, grabbed my cock and pumped a huge load all over her slut face. Then I put it in the trash the exact same way as the day before. Neither she nor anyone else said a word about it that day. I was extra sensitive, trying to figure out who did it, nothing.

The next morning when I arrived at 530 my heart was pounding. I walked to my cubicle, almost couldn't breathe. When I turned the corner there was no picture, just a post it note. "check my top drawer - J". It was her. My cock was RAGING before I even got to her desk. When I opened her top drawer there was an 8 x 10 photo of her, spread eagle, sucking a cock while using a vibrator on her pussy. Below it said "when you're done leave it where you found it, xo"

I could not believe this was happening. What a filthy slut! What an amazing place to work! I edged and stroked for about 20 minutes, and pumped a fat load all over her. Then I left the cum covered photo in her drawer. A few hours later she arrived at work. Our area was pretty quiet overall. She walked by my desk, which she didn't have to do, and said good morning, in a very flirtatious tone. A moment later I heard her sit down, put her bag away and open her desk drawer. Then clear as day I heard her moan just a little, and close the drawer. I was immediately hard again.

We did not speak about it. Not at all. There was this understood secrecy about what we were doing, not a hint of it during the work day, no communication. But each morning that week I would check her drawer and find a new photo, and cum all over it. Thursday there was no photo, but a pair of panties.

I sniffed them as I stroked, her delicious pussy all over them. Then I stroked with them, and decorated her panties with my spunk, and put them back in her drawer. That morning, when she got in, she called over the wall to me, "can you come here for a second?". I was so nervous, and so aroused.

Her cubicle was situated with the opening facing a corner, so you couldn't see into it unless you were standing right at the entrance. I walked over, not even trying to hide my erection. There were two other people in the room at that point, about 15 feet away. As I reached the opening and said good morning, she turned in her chair and said good morning back. She was wearing a pencil skirt, which she hiked up just a bit, and opened her legs. She then slid off her panties, and handed them to me, and said "I think these are yours". Then she retrieved the cum soaked panties from her desk, and put them on right in front of me. She then turned around and began working. I almost lost my mind.

I put her panties in my pocket, and walked back to my desk. I pretended to work, but all I could do was replay that exchange over and over in my head. After an hour or so of that I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the bathroom, sat in the stall and began stroking with her panties. I decided to take a short video, about 5 seconds, and text it to her. My heart was pounding as I pressed send. I continued stroking there in the stall until about 3 minutes later she texted back, a 5 second video of her rubbing her pussy at her desk. I watched it on a loop until I blew, right into her panties.

The rest of the day was somewhat normal, we didn't talk, but we both it seemed continued to fantasize about what happened. Then came Friday morning. I arrived about 545. It was routine now, get my coffee, go check her desk for today's stroking material, and bust a huge nut before getting to work. Except that day there was no photo, no panties. Nothing. I walked back to my desk disappointed, and then I saw the post it note on my monitor. "You should check the conference room".

The conference room in our building was big, with a floor to ceiling glass wall that faced an open field. About a dozen chairs, screen, large oval table, standard stuff. It was at the far end of the building. The lights in the main area were still off, nobody was in yet. The conference room door was closed, which was odd. I was so nervous as I reached for the handle. I turned and opened the door, it was dark. As I flipped the first light switch, which activated a soft , low light in the center of the room, I could see her at the head of the table. She was wearing another skirt, hiked up. Her legs were open, and she was playing with her amazing pussy. I entered the room, shut and locked the door behind me, and walked towards her.

"I want you to watch" she said. So I sat down in the chair next to her, and watched as she made herself cum right in front of me. She was a total exhibitionist. Really put on a show. After she came, I got down on my knees, touched her legs for the first time, held them open and ate her pussy like a maniac.

She was pulling me into her, grabbing handfuls of hair, moaning and saying filthy fucking things as I tongued her deep and thorough. She must have came 3 times before I stood up. I was barely upright before she was tugging and pulling at my belt and zipper with both hands, staring up at me the whole time. She lowered my pants, peeled down my boxers and my erect cock bounced up, almost hitting her face. She took it in both hands, stroking it slowly, and proceeded to give me an incredible blow job. One of the 5 best in my life.

She did everything - slapped her tongue and lips with it, rubbed it on her cheeks, kissed, licked, sucked, cheeks caving in, moaning, saying dirty, dirty things to me as she inhaled my engorged cock. I was so close to cumming. She had taken her top off while sucking me, so her gorgeous tits were out for me to enjoy.

She then stood up, bent over completely at the waist, and laid her naked upper body on the conference room table. She reached out with her hands, laying the palms flat on the table, and pointed her incredible ass towards me.

"Do whatever you want" was all she said to me. And I did.

I dominated her. Fucked her slow and deep as I held her neck, pressed my chest onto her back. I whispered incredibly erotic things into her ear as I pumped her full of my pulsing dick. She gushed on me. The edge of the table was soaked. I flipped her around and fucked her that way for a minute, then pulled her onto my lap in a chair, then put her up against the glass wall, then bent her over the table again and pummeled her cunt until I blew, a gigantic load of cum, right inside her.

After a moment of us both gasping for breath, we began to get dressed. We straightened up the room, wiped the table down, made sure we both looked presentable, and walked out into the main office area. Not 5 minutes later a couple of people arrived at work, and before long it was a normal day again.

That was the first time we fucked each other senseless at work, a tradition that went on for about 6 months, at least twice each week. But that first time, and the erotica that lead up to it, still the most amazing, dirty experience I've ever had.

I confess I'm hurting and confused. Maybe you can help me out without the usual "got pics" and other sexual responses. Please try not to troll either. Imagine this:

You fall for a girl when you were trying not to, and you're really sure she falls for you in tandem. After a period of deep flirting, she admits she took back her ex-boyfriend because her friends guilt tripped her, and she didn't want to do it, and she's trapped in a bad situation and drowning.

Flirting continues, and intensifies. The l-word looms on the horizon until she turns around and says she has no feelings for you, and she's sorry. A week of emotional hell goes by after she stops talking to you. You start healing for a few days until she contacts you again. She starts flirting again before she says sorry, she's in love with that guy she said she has no emotional or sexual feelings toward, and not to contact her again.

Oh, and she misinterprets your depression for suicidal feelings. She drops a few more messages and threatens to send the cops over just to make sure I'm alive.

Two to three weeks pass before she drops an email offering to talk, saying she set up a new fake email account, giving the name. What the fuck is she doing to me? I fell for her, and she hurt me three times. I'm not completely over her and I don't want to talk to her. I also want to talk to her so fucking bad it hurts.

Pauline The Slut - Part 9: The Photo Shoot

When I came back down he threw me a bikini top, stilettos and a pair of shorts. "Put these on." 

We went out to the garden. He had me pose in various positions and started taking photos. He then had me take the bikini off. Next, my shorts came off. We then went inside. He switched on the two video cameras. For the next two hours we went through all the outfits we had bought in the adult store. I had to smile at the cameras and act as if I was enjoying myself. 

For the last session he had me get on all fours on the dining room table in the nude. He positioned the cameras so one captured my face and the other my cunt. I had to look straight into the cameras and say "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." 

Then I had to lie on my back and spread my legs. He instructed me to part my cunt lips so he could film the inside of my cunt. I felt so humiliated. Then he told me to masturbate. I couldn't believe it. I never did that and now he wanted to film me doing it.
 "Why am I waiting slut."

I started to rub my finger along my slit. "Now stick your fingers inside." I stuck my finger in and moved it about. He then had me insert a second finger. 

"Get some rhythm going slut. Start fucking yourself." 

This was so degrading I was pushing my fingers in and out and he was filming the whole thing. I never thought anything so horrific could happen to me. I was reduced to his sex slave forced to obey his most perverse desires.

"Harder, let's see those fingers pound that pussy. Lift your arse up off the table. That's it. Now put another finger in. Look into the camera." I was pushing in and out as fast as I could. I was panting with all the effort which gave the impression I was enjoying myself.

"Keep your eyes open slut. Keep looking into the camera. Now I want you to pretend you're having an orgasm." 

What? An orgasm! Oh my God! What did he think I was? Some kind of porn star.

"Come on, get a move on. I want everyone who sees this to think you're having an orgasm. It shouldn't be a problem for you, you've been faking them for years." He laughed. "Do you want to get thrown on to the street and your video sent to everyone."

I was defeated. I had no choice. I thrust my fingers deep into my cunt and at the same time lifted my arse off the table. I threw my head back and let out a moan. 

"Perfect, now lick your fingers with a big smile on your face." 

I brought the fingers to my mouth and licked them, all the time smiling at the camera. 

When I'd finished, he stripped and walked over to the table. He stood above my head. "Now, you will not move. You will keep looking at my cock with lust. When I cum you will look into the camera and say 'I'm Pauline and I'm a cum loving slut '. Understand?"

"Yes." 

I expected him to shove his cock into my mouth. Instead he started to masturbate above my face. As he was wanking himself he slapped my face with his cock. I never seen him masturbate before. I was shocked. He increased the tempo of his strokes and I could tell he was close to cuming. Suddenly he started to shoot cum all over my face. It went in my eyes, up my nose and over my hair. I was covered in cum. He slapped his cock against my face a few more times. When he stopped I looked into the camera and said "I'm Pauline and I'm a cum loving slut.".

He then stuck his cock into my mouth and had me clean the last of his cum from it.

"Now go clean yourself up and make some lunch. I'll be in the study."

When I brought him his lunch he was editing the videos and photos. He ignored me. I went back to the kitchen. Later I heard him go upstairs. After some time he called me up to the bedroom. He had set the two video cameras up. He'd also brought a flip chart up from the study. On the bed there was a black bra, thong, suspenders belt and stockings. I felt sick in my stomach at the thought of being filmed again.

"OK slut, put on that outfit." 

I slowly put on the outfit. He told me to kneel on the bed and face the camera. He then placed the flip chart beside the camera. 

"Your going to read everything that's on the flip chart without hesitation . You'll smile and be happy. No fuckups slut or I'll whip you good." He then picked up the riding crop from the dresser. He turned the page on the flip chart over. When I seen what was written I sunk down on the bed.

"Up on your knees slut." I heard the whish of the crop through the air before I felt the sting on my back. Before I could get back up he lashed me twice more. I looked again at the words on the page. I thought things couldn't get any worse but this was the worst yet.

"Get on with it slut."I looked at the camera and started to read the words.

"I'm Pauline, I'm 55 years old, married and the mother of two children, a 25 year old son and 21 year old daughter. I'm 5 foot 3 inches tall. I was a good wife until two weeks ago when my husband turned me into his slut. Now I'm his three hole fuck toy to be used whenever he wants. 

I'm going to have my first lesbian experience, have my three holes fucked at the same time and get gangbanged regularly. It's all going to be filmed. My husband has promised that I'm going to be a famous slut and star of my own porn movies.

I'm glad my husband has made me his slut."

He then told me I had to perform for the camera. "I want you to take the bra off and message your tits and after a minute or so I want you to play with your nipples. Squeeze and pinch them. Your to keep looking into the camera all the time."

I took the the bra off and did as he asked. Messaging my breasts and then squeezing my nipples. 

"Pinch them harder slut or I'll whip them." I pinched until they hurt.

"Now I want you to lick them." I struggled to lick each one. 

"Take the thong off and get back on your knees. Spread your legs and masturbate. Remember the show you put on earlier well this time do it better."

I did as instructed. I rubbed my fingers along my slit before slipping two inside me. I started to move up and down. As I increased my rhythm my husband reached for one of the shopping bags from the adult store. He took out a box and opened it, taking out a dildo and tossing it on the bed in front of me. "Use that slut. I want to see you fuck yourself real good."

I picked up the dildo. I had never held one before. I placed it between my legs and inserted it in to my cunt. I worked it up and down getting faster and faster all the time looking into the camera. I knew I had to make it look like I was having an orgasm. I rolled my eyes in my head, moaned as I rammed the dildo hard up me.

"Not bad slut, we'll make a porn star out of you yet."

He took his clothes off and turned the page on the flip chart. I cried out when I seen what was written on the page. He smiled. 

"On all fours facing the camera. Each time I slap your arse you read a line on the page, understand."

"Yes"

He got behind me on the bed and placed his cock against my ass. As he forced it in to me I screamed and buried my head in the bed. He pulled my head up by the hair as he pushed further in."Keep your eyes open and look into the camera." He then slapped my ass. I read the first line. "Oh yes. I love when you fuck my ass." He was now buried deep inside me and started to move in and out. He slapped me again."That feels so good. Fuck me harder."Still pulling my hair he picked up his pace ramming me hard. I let out another scream. Another slap. "Yes, harder. I want you to cum up my ass."He was now pounding me like I was a piece of meat pulling my hair right back. I soon felt him cumming inside me. He slapped me. I looked into the camera and smiled."I'm Pauline and I'm an ass fucking slut.""Clean my cock." I turned around and took his cock in my mouth.

My wife thinks it's funny when we'd run into one of my ex's at a party. I'm always willing to make introductions. They usually glance down submissively before putting on a fake smile. It's become this game to my wife. She spends the rest of the evening guessing if I made them take it up the ass or down their throat. It's obvious I broke them and left a lasting impression. Sometimes she's right (singers are always scared of their vocal chords. It was pretty obvious I'd face fucked them). Sometimes it's a surprise (yes I made it fit in that tight little ass, bareback. I blew it deep in her ass and no guy goes unwrapped and absolutely no doggy.

I guess it's a dominant pride thing. My wife can handle me and she's gotten to meet some of the broken trail I've left behind...

I confess that I fucked my only black homie's gf in the ass on my 21st birthday, when we were drunk. True story. A big group of us had came back to her house after leaving the bar, and after a few minutes of drunk fighting with her bf, he left with most of the group to get ahold of some coke. Left at the house were me, her, her bf's older brother, and my broskie Jimmy. Now everyone went to pass out, me and Jimmy in the living room, and "Summer" passed out on her bed, with her bf's brother sleeping on the floor next to it. Well, im drunk enough and horny enough after the bar to see if I can take advantage of the drunken argument and I ninja my way into the bedroom and past the bf's brother, "Tom." Summer is tall and mostly skinny, white/native alaskan mix, all around attractive, nice medium ass and b tits. And shes passed out in her thong, with full clothing above her waist. I poked her a couple times to see if she was awake enough to ask for a blowjob but she was straight passed out. Being drunk, I started feeling up her ass, to see if she was faking. I knew she wasnt when I slid her thong aside, lubed up my finger and stuck it up her ass, nice and slow until I reached the knuckle. Barely a moan, so I started finger fucking her ass, which by the way was perfectly clean, not a shit stain to be seen. Fucking perfect. After a minute of that, suddenly I felt warm wetness on my hand and realized she had started pissing all over herself and my hand. Just then, as I pulled my finger out of hed butthole I felt something following it, and a couple seconds later she shit out a perfect oval turd, spotlessly ejected. This kinda killed my buzz, but I was still hammered and horny. So I rolled her over, out of her piss, and picked up her turd with a paper tosel and tossed it. The least I could do, after finger fucking her butthole till she shit herself. Then I positioned her the way I wanted, lubed up my cock and slid that shit balls deep into her, and slow fucked her asshole formabout 15 minutes until she started to moan, which made Tom start moving. Just about this time, I had enough and busted a fat hot nut into her booty, then hopped up and went back to the living room. She comes out of the bedroom a couple minutes later, thong around her ankles and still drunk as fuck, apparently, as she walked over to the couch and sits down on top of passed out Jimmy, whos sprawled on the couch. Even worse, shes mumbling about having to use the bathroom. Thankfully, I steer her to the bathroom before she takes the monster shit she dreamed she was having when I was fucking her in the ass a few minutes earlier. She almost shit on Jimmy!!! Fuck... and she never even noticed all the jizz she farted out in the toilet. After that she went back to her room and layed down next to Tom and passed the fuck back out. And I went to taco bell. Never heard the story about her shitting and pissing the bed that fine evening. The End.

My second year of junior college, my friends were living in a rental duplex in the neighborhood most of us grew up in. It was like 3 bedrooms and we crammed 9 guys in there. It was worse when the other guys were in relationships too because I was never comfortable lying in bed, trying to sleep, while some hottie bit her lip trying not to moan as she got finger banged. Sometimes I’d walk in and just them making out would make me turn around, get in the car, and go for a long drive.

That was when I got in an accident.

I don’t remember any of it. The other driver had T-boned me after, according to him, I ran a red light. But I was the slow, patient driver that braked on yellow. And he had five wrecks. Insurance did most of the work and there was one witness who said the other guy was speeding and that alone made him responsible and I didn’t have to pay.

But I also didn’t have a car for a few months while the court case was being fought. My insurance didn’t get me a rental either. Thanks, Obama.

Only one other guy had a car in the house and we couldn’t all fit so…

My mom drove us.

She lived just four blocks away and she was a cool, stay-at-home mom. Most of the guys knew her since elementary school when she chaperoned field trips and when we got to hanging out in high school, she’d never bust us for sneaking a few drinks during poker games in the basement. That first she came down for frozen pizzas, we freeze, waiting for trouble, yelling, a lecture, a look, anything. But she never mentioned it. By senior year, we didn’t even pretend to hide our Solo cups. And the guys liked her, joking the way guys do about my hot mom, her fake tits (no proof of that!), and how she’d get dressed up for giving us a ride to school while we were in ripped jeans and faded T-shirts. She wanted it, they were sure, and sometimes they’d flirt, “Looking nice, Mrs. Stevens. New perfume?”

But there’s still something about being in college, on crutches, and having my mom drop me off at school that I couldn’t get over. The car rides were quiet.

She had a mini-van and the guys in back would whisper and giggle and I’d hear, “Would you rather…” then a bunch of text alerts and my phone would vibrate and I’d look and it’d be like two photos of porn stars covered in jizz that I’d avert from my mom’s view.

Everyone would respond to the group text and if I didn’t, I’d get ragged on so I’d pick.

On our drive home from class, this kid Blake sent one that made me turn around and go, “Really?!”
He’d sent, “For half a million dollars, would you rather get fucked in the ass or in the mouth? Both to completion. Like inside.”

Everyone had pretty much the same reaction, calling him gay, refusing to answer. He swore that was the game, two awful choices and you had to pick one.

“What’d this one say?” My mom asked. She was smart enough to know the game they were playing.

“Forget it,” I said. The drive was slow. A lot of crosswalks with students that never paused.

“I want to play. It seems like you’re all having fun.”

“They like it because it makes me uncomfortable. Assholes.”

“Let her play!” all the guys chimed in.

“So would you rather…” She paused to think, tapping on the steering wheel. “Asparagus or broccoli?”

The guys all laughed.

“That’s not really the game,” I said.

“I’m just warming up! And it’s practical. I thought I’d make you boys something with vitamins. Keep you fitting into clothes and looking good.”

“It’s got to be two tough choices,” I said.

“This wasn’t a game when I was a kid,” she told us.

“It’s got to be something awful or sexual or maybe two options so good that it’s tough to choose either,” Gabe said.

“It’s not really something I want to play with my mom.”

“Give me an example. What’d Blake ask?”

There was a silence at a light as everyone looked around at who’d man up and say it.

“Anal or oral,” Blake said.

The light turned green in the silence and the car revved up. “Both,” she said.

“Oh god,” I groaned.

The boys cheered like mad. “Yeah, Mrs. Stevens!”

“What? They’re both fun if you’re in the mood.”

“Kill me,” I muttered. She smacked my leg playfully.

“Blake asked that?” she said, looking in the rearview. Blake was in the middle of the bench seat in back between Tommy and Michael. “All right, then Blake, would you rather jerk off Tommy or Michael?”

The two guys in the pilot seats, Gabe and Louis, turned and laughed and high-fived as Blake just shook his head and Tommy and Michael looked out the window, inching away from Blake.

“I answered yours! Let’s hear yours? Or you going to say ‘Both’ too?” She was a devil of a woman.

“I don’t know… Michael looks like a virgin so he’d probably finish quickest.”

There was a chorus of “Ew!” “Gay.” “Gross, dude.” And Michael was adamant he’d made it with like twenty girls last week.

“Sure, Mike,” Mom said, giggling, teasing.

“All right, all right. Um…” He was desperate to get her back, but all of this was really just an attack on me. “Who would you rather?”

“Between Mike and Tommy?”

“Between all of us.”

She thought about it as she turned “I thought these were supposed to be tough choices.”

I wasn’t sure where we were. It was a cornfield, which were common around her, but usually just on one side. We were surrounded and the only buildings in front were grain silos and farm houses and there wasn’t any traffic coming our way or tailing us.

“Do you have a choice?” Mike asked.

She pulled over into a shaded spot. “The only tough part about this is having to choose at all.”

“Whoa, hold on,” I said.

Mom undid her seatbelt and as it went up, so did her sundress letting her bare, bouncing breasts hang out. I’ll never forget her tan marks.
She got in back before the guys knew what to do and she was on her knees between Gabe and Louis and one hand was fumbling with both zippers. “One of you better get up here and fill my mouth.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve done the math. There’s enough room for everyone in every hole and every hand.”

“Mrs. Stevens,” Michael said, unsure. But Blake undid his pants and stepped up and slid his uncircumcised cock in her mouth, putting his hands on her head. She went down deep on him then came off, licking his shaft to his tip.

She’d gotten Gabe’s and Louis’s pants undone and told them to take them off. “Who wants which hole? We got a pussy and an ass that needs filling and Blake can’t do it all himself.”

“I’ll take pussy,” Louis said, trembling.

“So Gabe gets the ass. Don’t worry about hurting me. John,” she said to me licking up Blake’s shaft again. “Open the glove compartment and get Gabe some lube. Always use lube boys. A lot of it.”

I couldn’t. I was frozen.

My mom, topless and in a thong and strappy heels, bent over my friend’s cock with four others out, ready to get stroked, sucked, and fucked. I couldn’t aid this. But I couldn’t leave either.

“John!” she snapped. But she was impatient for her fucking and got up to shuffle on her knees to the glove box for her lube. KY.

“Okay, boys,” she said. “Some rules first. No telling anyone about it, but you should all be taking videos and photos. You’re not in charge. I am. You stop when I say, not after, definitely not before. All those cocks are going to get drained. When you need to finish, on my face, chest, ass, stomach, hands, wherever, but not inside me. On me. And please, call me ‘Mom.’”

She adjusted the rearview so I could see, if I wanted. I peeked. Then watched. Getting aroused. Wanting it too. Wanting her to be anyone else’s mom or my stepmom or a stranger. But she wasn’t. She was my mom. And I watched my friends fuck fill both holes, her mouth. She jerked them slowly, then quickly, asking them if they wanted to cum, then stopping to edge a bigger cumshot out of them. She switched people at will. There was a lot of bumping around and at one point she was getting railed by just Blake in the ass and she was right by me and she kept looking up, smiling at me, licking her lips.

The guys would shoot cum on her face and it’d drip off as they kept fucking her. When they had finished once, she made them keep going. I think each finished three times and she tried milking more out. She was dripping. And smiling.

“Okay, let’s all get out so we can get dressed more easily.”

The boys all filed out of the van, listening to her. But she slid the door closed.

“It’s our turn, baby,” she said and kissed me with cummy lips. “I saw you watching. I know you wanted a turn. Well now I’m all yours.”

The windows were tinted and the guys couldn’t see what was happening but they tried to open the doors and peek in but since the car was off, they knew they weren’t stranded at least.

Meanwhile, Mom led me to the back where she sat on me, kissing me, letting their cum drip off her face, pressing her jizzed on breasts against my bare chest. It was gross…but I liked it.
She pulled my cock out and slowly gyrated her hips as she slid it inside her. She was in complete control.

And I loved it.

She went slow at first. It was my first time, whether she knew or not, and she treated me lovingly, kissing me as she sank onto me. Asking if I liked it like this. Asking me if I was ready for more? For faster? For harder?

“Yes,” I moaned.

“I love you,” she said.

And she didn’t stop until I finished inside her.

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When she let them back in the car, Blake wanted more but she was cleaned up, clothed, and not in the mood. He tried to force it but I sat him down. It was a quiet ride home. Mom stole glances at me, little smiles. I had them too.

Then she pulled up to our house. Our other roommates were out so we all went inside and mom got started on cooking us broccoli and fried rice and a good home-cooked meal.
And for dessert, Blake had to watch the rest of us and her and he never got that special by himself moment with Mom like I did.

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Let me know if you'd be interested in a whole blog dedicated to these erotic fantasies I have.

Friend made me a deep fake for my wife . Enjoy!

Treated my 3 college kids to a concert. I did a ton of them at their age but tickets were so much cheaper back then. Smaller venue. They made it up in front. I held back and just took it all in. Directly in front of me was a group of emo college girls. Easily half my age, really wasn't paying attention to them. Everyone dancing, very crowded, the short chick backed into me and grinded. I assumed it was an accident. Literally no elbow room, real easy to bump into people by stepping in any direction. She turned around, smiled, yelled an apology (still didn't hear it but I read her lips). A few minutes later she grinds into me again,  longer this time. Turns and smiles again, no apology. Dives into her purse and uses her friend's back to write a paper note. Next song she's not even faking it, she's backed up grinding on me.

I'm old school. I knew that many people gets hot. I'm in a t-shirt and bball shorts. She's grinding, it's fun, lights are low and strobes and fog everywhere and then I feel it. A hand slips in my shorts and she starts secretly working it. It's hot, it's exciting, she's damn good. She slips her other hand in mine and I feel crumpled paper. And then the song ends and she steps forward, back to normal.

Note was simple, "meet @ bathroom". I head back. She heads back. They redid the bathrooms into individual rooms. " Gender neutral " is what the kids call it. Whatever. We go in, she's a stacked spinner, height difference is pretty obvious. Arms wrap around me, big kiss, I just lift her up. Panties to one side and I just pound her against the wall. Went as deep as she could handle. She was so tight. As she relaxed I went deeper. Her ass felt amazing but I knew she was too short to bend over so I just kept going. I felt her tighten, and she clawed and bit my shoulder. Ok that was unexpected. She loses it, I just kept going. When she finally slid off she sits on the toilet, perfect height. As she sits she starts jerking. Small mouth, but she bit me so now it's my turn. It took some moving but I found the angle and went from skull fucking to throat fucking. She gags, someone knocks on the door, I yell "Busy", and just keep fucking that face. Makeup smeared, tears, slobber everywhere, I pulled her in one more time and you could see it in her eyes. I just fucking blew it, 5 massive loads, pulse after pulse with no escape. I pull out. She coughs, then swallows, then gags, then flips me off. Just to be an ass I cockslap her and she laughs. I smear what's left of her makeup. When we exit everyone could tell (that and we were in there for a 20 minute set).

Never caught her name. We went separate ways after and she left with her friends. My kids didn't even realize I was gone. Too crowded to tell. Their mom got POUNDED that night.

There was this “lonely house wife” posting on CL, so – me being a “lonely husband” replied because I was curious. I didn’t think I had a chance in hell because as we all know responding to an ad on CL is either spam, fake or just never pans out. I emailed her, told her I was in the same boat as her and that my wife was okay with me playing around as long as I was safe about it. I really didn’t expect a reply back but I got one the next day.
The thing about hooking up with women from CL is, usually they use their real names. I’ve been with 4 women from CL, all of them used their real names. I looked her up on face book and got better images of her then what she sent me, easily done. Sure, she looked attractive, face was maybe a 5 but she was – thin, smallish boobs, likes fast cars. Obviously the husband can’t handle her needs.
We emailed back and forth, she wanted to exchange numbers for texting but I told her that was the best way to get caught. Obviously she was very new to fucking around behind her hubby’s back. She agreed and we decided to meet for coffee. We met at a small diner, nothing special. She was wearing high heels and was just a few inches shorter than me with them on (I am 6ft 2inches). We connected, she didn’t want to hear me complain about my wife and she said she wasn’t going to complain about her husband either. She just wanted “dick.” I laughed, I was fine with that. She said she had 3 kids, two in collage. With a body like hers, it didn’t even look like she ever had kids to be honest.
We went to the parking lot and started making out. She told me she wasn’t “a car type gal” and she wanted to get a room. Fuck yeah, I’m in.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I told her.
She shrugged, “I’m clean, and you’re clean too right? We went over this in emails.”
She was kind of snippy about it. So I snapped back, “good, because I hate pulling out.”
She smirked.
We ended up at a Motel 6, it was the closest motel to the diner. As soon as we were both in the room we disrobed and started oral. I’m not huge, I’m only 6.5 inches but I am thick. She took my cock like a pro in her mouth. I licked her pussy, sucked on her tits (they were fake). I saw little cut marks in the sides of them – she must have been pretty fucking flat chested I thought. She only has a small B cub, nothing big but they were perky as fuck.
“I need you in me,” she moaned. So I stuck it in her. Now, I know tight pussy and loose pussy, I’ve had both. This pussy was fucking TIGHT. It gripped my dick like a fucking vacuum chamber.
“Holy shit, you’re tight.” I said sliding in and out of her.
“Fuck me, FUCK ME HARDER.”
I was on top of her, railing her hard – I felt my nuts starting to tighten and it wouldn’t be long before I was dropping my seed in her. I wasn’t even going to ask. I was just going to do it.
Her nails dug into my back and I slammed into her harder and harder as she screamed in orgasm.
“HOLY FUCK I’M CUMMING,” I yelled as I erupted inside her. She wrapped her legs around me, embraced me with her arms and pulled me tightly against her. I could feel her milking every inch of my cock for cum. I collapsed on top of her.
“Kim, holy fuck…” I said.
I moved off of her. She wasn’t the cuddling type. She just looked at me and smiled.
“Do you want more of me?” she asked.
“Hell yeah I do! You felt perfect! You’re pussy is… holy shit, it’s the tightest pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Good, then the surgery worked!” she exclaimed.
Surgery? Huh? I just came deep inside her, my mind was not even thinking about anything rational… “surgery….”
I played with her pussy and tits a bit before leaving. We had a great time. I kissed her, she groped my cock through my pants and we left.
I emailed her later thanking her about the wonderful time and wondered when we would be able to hook up again. Then, in the back of my mind – “surgery” popped up. Holy fuck, what surgery? Did she have her pussy tightened? Good for her! But something bugged me… so, I asked what surgery she had.
“Hi,
I guess this isn’t easy to hear and I am not proud as only my husband and my family knows. I am post op trans. I had vaginoplasty surgery. I am still able to cum because they saved my dorsal nerves because of the technique they used called penile inversion. I hope you are not pissed off at me. I like you a lot.
Kim”

What do you say to that? She was totally passible as a woman! COMPLETELY. There wasn’t one moment where I was like, “hey this might be a dude!” I’m not homophobic, and I had a great time but I do wish she would have been honest up front. If she’s not honest about this shit, what else isn’t she telling me? Plus, she isn’t even being honest with her husband… If I told my wife about this, she’d laugh at me. What would you guys do? Would you still fuck her?? I haven’t written her back yet because I’m still like WTF.

I confess... I've had a crush on my cousin since I can remember.. I sometimes think of her while with other girls or even by myself.. Just the thought of being deep inside her blood-kin pussy. Sure it's wrong in many levels but it feels so good. Tell me what you think of her. And maybe someone can fake nudes? I'd love to see her fat tits but fakes would work just as good =)

What is it about cumming inside a married woman?

True story. I went out with this girl in college for a while. Great sex. Bad relationship. We broke up but become occasional fuck buddies, even when she had boyfriends. She gave the appearance of some class, went to private school, wore nice clothes, and family had money. But deep down she was trash. Found out she had been banging at least three different guys early on when we were supposedly exclusive. So she had cheated on me, just like she had cheated with me when she had boyfriends.

I graduated, went overseas, came back a few years later, and she tracked me down at an event when I was in my college town. Still don't know how she did it, and never asked. She said she just needed to talk and clear the air. By this point, I had put her out of my mind and any feelings I had toward her were very negative. But I agreed to see her. We were going to meet near her hotel. I don't know why she was in town or had a hotel and, again, something I never asked.

We ended up meeting in her hotel room, supposedly before going to get a coffee and talk. We sat on opposite queen beds, facing each other, and she wanted to dig up the past and get forgiveness, etc., stuff I didn't care about. So, I told her whatever she needed to hear and just wanted to leave. She teared up and said she just needed a hug. She came over and sat next to me, and I hugged her.

Now, she was a bigger girl, to be sure, and had DD tits. Oddly, her tits were never very sensitive, but they had been fun for me in the past. Feeling her tits against my chest brought back old feelings. Our sexual chemistry began to override the otherwise bad fit that we were for each other, just as it had before. She held my hands in hers and looked at me. I looked down at her hands and noticed, for the first time, that she had a wedding ring with a big fucking rock. I was kind of an idiot about such things then, and didn't notice wedding rings. Before that, I had a vague sense she was married. Wasn't sure though, and didn't care. I was not thinking about her before this. But now I knew she was married and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

I told her it was a nice ring. She ignored what I said and hugged me again, and thanked me again for... whatever... listening, saying I forgave her, whatever the hell I had said to get out of the conversation. But cheek to cheek, her breathing got faster, and she started to move against me, just a little bit. I thought, fuck it, I'm going fuck this cheating bitch.

I moved to kiss her, and she acted like she couldn't do it. It was a game, and I knew it. I only needed to take her a little bit further. It was coming back to me about when she had a serious boyfriend and supposedly couldn't fuck me. All I needed to do was get her far enough, get a finger in her, and it was all over. I started to remember all the times that she had fucked me when she in relationships. She was an upper middle class proper seeming girl who could look you in the eye and lie to your face without blinking, and she was born to cheat. I almost felt sorry for her husband.

I kissed her again, and this time she kissed me back. I could literally smell her arousal on her breath. It was weird, but we had been animalistic in the past and it all came back. We laid back on the bed as we kissed and grinded and she grabbed my cock through my pants. She desperately unzipped my pants and grabbed my cock. She stopped and looked at it, then said that she had forgotten how nice it was. I'm not huge, but I'm definitely well above average. I told her to suck it, and pushed her head toward it. She resisted and I remembered how she didn't like that. Thought it was disrespectful or some such shit, as if she weren't a whore. So, I kissed her again. Then, because it was on "her own terms," she brought her head down and wrapped her lips around my cock.

It was the middle of the day, and even with the blinds drawn, there was plenty of light. I was staring down at this married woman sucking and stroking my cock with a hand that had a big wedding ring. I was worried I would blow right then and there. She had always been a fairly decent cock sucker, letting me blow in her mouth, although she wouldn't swallow. Another one of her rules to keep some facade of respect, just like she wouldn't fuck doggy style (although, that had turned out to be because she'd been sexually abused when younger, usually face down or on her hands and knees, but that's another story).

I had to get her to stop or I'd blow. I pulled her up and kissed her some more. Then I took off her shirt with no resistance. I undid her bra and saw the big tits I'd seen so many times before. I sucked one nipple while I cupped the other breast. Then I remembered that this was not the key to opening her box. She had said that rubbing her tits was rubbing her arm. Weird, but whatever. I reached down into her pants. I got past the wiry pubic hair and felt where she was wet. When I ran my finger up and down her slit, she gasped. When I worked my middle finger in, she moaned, and bucked, and I knew it was all over.

She pulled my pants down, and I kicked them off the rest of the way. I took off shirt, now fully naked, and then helped her with her pants that she was already taking down. Now we were completely naked on the bed and kissing, and humping, and I got her on her back. Missionary was always her favorite position. I positioned my cock near her entrance and she stopped me and said no several times. She told me she wasn't on birth control, and that I needed to put on a condom. I told her I would. But she didn't have a condom, and neither did I.

We couldn't stay still any longer, and while on top of her pushed my cock against her wet opening. She said I couldn't, that she couldn't risk it. I told her I would just use push in a little bit, that I needed to feel her. She said nothing, so I pushed a little. She gasped as I only gave her the first inch or two, and moved in her shallowly. She was tighter than I remembered. After about 30 seconds, she started panting out how we couldn't do this, how this wasn't safe. But she kept moving. I slowly creeped in a little bit more with each stroke, now using almost half my cock. She again said that we couldn't do this, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me in as she thrust up to meet me. I was almost balls deep in one stroke, and she let out a cry that would have been heard by anyone in a room next door. My next strokes had my balls slapping her asshole, another thing that she always loved.

She said I couldn't come in her. Then she asked me to say "okay." I said okay, that I would pull out. We fucked and fucked and I asked her how I felt in her. She said she loved me inside her, a standard line of hers from the past. I asked how my cock felt. She said it was so good. I asked her if it was the best cock she had in a long time. She wouldn't answer, so I stopped. She begged me to keep moving and tried to thrust against. I leaned up and looked at her, only letting the slightest movements of my cock inside her keep her pussy aroused but needing more. I told her I need an answer to whether it was the best cock she had in a long time. She said yes. I told her she had to say it. She paused, then said the words, that it was the best cock she had in a long time. I moved a little bit more to reward her, and she responded. But then I asked if it was the biggest cock she had in a long time. She said it was the biggest cock she had in a long time. I drove into her and got chest to chest again, and in her ear I asked if she would be thinking of my bigger cock the next time she fucked her husband.

I thought I had gone too far. She wouldn't answer, and she hated calling it "fucking," another one of her ways of pretending she wasn't trash. I asked her again, while slowing down. She said it. She told me that she would be thinking of me the next time she was "with" her husband. I asked what she would be thinking about, and she said me, and my bigger cock. That got me so hot, and I might have had even more blood engorge my cock, if that was possible. It did something to her too. We moved in a perfect rhythm, and I could feel her walls begin to contract and release, and I knew an orgasm was near. She shrieked and moaned, and moved in a way that I was not going to be able to stop from coming. I tried to slow down, and she begged me to keep going, that she was going to come. I told her that I was going to come, and started to pull out. She grabbed my ass again and pulled me in, and moaned out a loud and orgasm as she fucked against me. I gushed into her just as she was coming, which was how we had usually done it.

I stayed inside her for a while, then I pulled out, causing a gusher of slime to run down her married asshole onto the bed spread. I got up and grabbed my clothes. She asked where I was going, and I told her I needed to get back because people would wonder where I was. She asked accusingly about whether I was going to spend any time with her, or just leave after that. I told her that she should get back to her husband, and she told me I was an asshole, which was kind of true in this situation.

She started to cry and rolled the bedspread around her naked body, as if to cover her shame. She said she couldn't believe she had just done that with me. She started to sob, and said that she had never been unfaithful to her husband before (which was almost certainly a lie). She said she wasn't on any birth control and was scared. That was my cue to go and comfort her and stay with her, and the younger version of myself would have fallen for it. I took it as my cue to wish her the best and walked out the hotel door to my car.

She tried to get in touch with me twice after that. She somehow got my email, probably from an old college classmate, and said that she often visited the far away place that I was then living. I ignored it. I looked her up on FaceBook later and figured out that she had divorced the guy she had been married to when we fuck. She remarried, she's pretty fat, and she has two kids. She probably cheats on him too. Poor guy.

While I'm glad I never had anything to do with her after that last time, I do think about it sometimes. I think about how I got her to go against all better judgment and let me -- even made me -- cum inside her, about how she drove home to her husband with my cum leaking into her panties, and how the next time she fucked her husband she undoubtedly was thinking of me.

Fucking married women became a bit of an obsession for a while, and I became a bit disappointed in how easy it could be to get women to ignore their vows. To not only cheat, but to ridicule their own husbands while doing it, and then go home and pretend to be the loving wives while my sperm was still swimming inside them.

It's come full circle, because it's made me think about my own wife. I don't think she has cheated. But I actually get turned on by the prospect of some guy trying. Could he turn my wife? Could my wife fuck some horse cocked son of a bitch who makes her say he's better than me while he stretches her hole? Would she come home to me and kiss me, and talk about taking the kids to school, all while some dude's goo is dripping out of her bruised cunt? Maybe. I'm sure a lot of women I fucked pulled off that fake act. I almost wish it would happen, but I don't know why. Maybe it's the fucked up mental payback for what I did.