Our house had two stories. Our master bedroom overlooked the tee box of a golf course. I use to love fucking my wife with the windows open as guys were on the course. I slide my cock into my petite little wife as she grabbed the window sill. She'd comment on the guys saying how cute and fit they were. I would cum in her from behind so she could watch them.

Sje would parade around nude even when I wasn't there letting guys enjoy her body. She would often use her big cold to fuck herself as she stood watching the various men.

It wasn't until she started to sun tan top less in the back yard for them to see. A few brave ones would walk over and ask if she needed help with the lotion. She never refused there help and would take them inside for lemonade and water.

She'd stand top less serving the guys and she wouldn't care if I was home or not. She loved the attention and watching them get hard. 

I confess I have the mother of all dream scenarios happening.

I also want to start with an important, indisputable fact. Capture a women's mind and there's nothing they won't do for you. The mind fuck will do more for you than any 12 inch porn cock will or 7 figure salary.

While chatting in an online forum, I ran across yet another 30's/40's woman that was desperate for a little quick humiliation and use as a whore. There are so, so many just trying to make the most of an otherwise boring, mundain life and boring husband/partner/bf/etc and they jump online for some quick chat to random stranger sites to get their fix, cum and go back to being "normal". Ha, so many while their husband's asleep or watching television. I don't want to bore anyone with getting too far down in the weeds but I met a 38 year old mom and wife one night. Goes to church every Sunday, is far along in her nursing career at a large hospital and just generally a successful woman. Like so many before I've chatted with, she had a deep down secret need and craving for humiliation. Today after about two years, she and her two college aged daughters along with her cousin, are my whores. The cousin has only been about 3 weeks now but regardless, I control and use an entire family of sluts.

The entire scenario began with just a whore mom and wife needing to cum good. That orgasm, well about the fourth, led to chatting elsewhere to keep in contact. You know how that goes. After a few weeks, this led to in person use at her own home. Again, get in a whores head and you're golden. I slowly began humiliating and using her in so many different ways and scenarios over the next few months both via text, facetime and in her home. The longer this went on, the more filthy she turned until she would be rubbing her cunt under the blanket while sitting with her husband and two daughters, who both still live with her today. It IS the 2020's and seems like they just don't move out until their mid-twenties anymore. Or later. It didn't take much and I had the whore abusing herself all over her house when it was via a phone as she did have an unknowing, clueless family at the time. Naked and grinding her holes, degrading and abusing herself right in the middle of the living room floor late at night with her fam upstairs in their rooms. Grinding her holes and finger fucking herself peaking through her 18 and 19 year olds doors while they were used by their boyfriends. Masturbating on the back steps at night with writing all over her body and the porch light on. With multiple neighbors that have clear sight lines to those steps. I could go on and on about just the use while I wasn't there let alone all the time I brought cocks to use her or sent them over to drain their balls in her.

This is getting very long so I'll shorten it up. The younger of the two caught on and started spying on me using her mother. That eventually let to her openly fucking her boyfriend in front of her mom, parading around naked and one night while I used her mother via facetime, showed up on the sofa beside my whore. Well, opposite. Mom didn't hear or see her appear, she was too busy raping her throat for me spread out with a gaping, abused cunt. I still remember the sound of her gasp when she turned to see her daughter, spread eagle, sucking her fingers and finger fucking her own cunt on the opposite end of the couch. So, it began. All of this use for a couple months, led to her older sister almost doing the same. This time she was caught at the top of the stairs rubbing one out watching her mom and little sister humiliating and abusing themselves in front of me and a couple friends. Its gone on for a year at least since the second daughter joined in. All the while the mom and I working on cucking her husband. The nice guy with a 4.5 inch cock that cums about 3 drops. Lol, very potent 3 drops apparently but hey, thank goodness for that.

The perfect scenario. They live their own lives and do what they want when they want but when Daddy gives an order, they drop anything they are doing and serve. Any cock I send over or bring with me. Any fucked up thing I can think of just because I feel like, any of them will do. I control all of their orgasms and they love it. Its been months since any of them came with me telling them to or giving them permission. Even I'm not there and they're being fucked by their own finds or cocks I sent over, they don't cum. Want a bitch to do literally anything you want and be on her knees begging and pleading to do anything if you'll allow them to cum? Then learn to control her orgasms. Its the most amazing situation imaginable but it is fucking work. Its not like some porn you've watched. It takes daily, sometimes hourly maintenance.....times 4 fucking whores. Me, I do what I want, when I want. Fuck who I want as long as I keep them all dripping, cock crazed whores they keep obeying literally any command I give them in any situation. Ones in college so that gives me alot of scenarios to exploit. The oldest just has a job and didn't and I've got her whoring herself out, literally, to her boss and his partner and a wide array of clients.

The cousin and latest addition just happened over the last two weeks. It happened in the span of a few seconds and was a sight of beauty. Just your run of the mill 27 year old living the single boring life. My whore, via text and facetime, was degrading and humiliating herself in the living room while her cuck husband was upstairs in his room. He's an entirely different story. The scene...Tied, swollen tits. Writing all over her body and a huge cucumber raping her ass for me as a text from her cousin came through that she was swinging by. I made her answer the door just like that, naked, used and humiliated. The second the door flew open and her cousin gazed upon her and the scene, it was over. She lost her fucking mind. Looking, circling her like a fucking buzzard licking her lips, making comments how perfect she looked. How this is what she always knew she was. Within 30 minutes she was shoving my whore on her back, straddling her face and smothering my whore with her hungry cunt. And keep in mind, she'd never even considered another woman at that point. Mindlessly following my commands and begging, pleading to let her cum. So...she got to. As long as she shoved my whore on her back and face raped her. She did just that. She was so mentally fucked she grabbed all her clothes and ran straight out the door butt naked in shame from what just happened. 3 days of silence and shame, she was begging to get my permission to cum again.

Hope you've enjoyed the read and confession. Technically, it's a family thing but it's not that at all. They are my whores that just happen to be related. They will use, abuse, humiliate each other, share cock and cum on command from me but it's purely, completely 100% about serving and obeying and just being my dirty whore. Their relation has zero to do with it. The other cock sleeve is merely a tool to utilize for accomplishing their command. Honestly, I don't want any replies as it gets annoying as fuck trying to keep up and reply to them, but I know someone will.

Public slut wife naked in traffic. I love parading her around naked in public for everyone to see. 

The Surprise

The legality of nude beaches in Australia can get complicated at times. There are conflicting federal, state and locals laws. There are four legal nude beaches in the state of Victoria, but there are several that are not legal. At some beaches you can get arrested for going topless. At other beaches you won’t get arrested for going topless, but you will if you go completely nude. And at other beaches you can be as nude as you want as long as no one complains. Confusing? Yes it is.

My roomies and I have become well known at the four legal nude beaches. Sometimes I find it necessary to go to the, I’ll call them iffy beaches. I made a lot of money for my previous escapade selling photo sets of nude blokes to an American gay magazine. I split the money with my roomie Kelli. She was a huge help. I guess my photos must have made an impact in the American gay community because I have another contract for more photos sets and videos of Aussie blokes.

Kelli and I decided to go to one of those iffy beaches where we aren’t known. Perish the thought if a bloke found out he was in a gay magazine. I would fear for my life. (I’m laughing)

That is one reason I insist on signed releases and requiring that the subjects of my photos and videos accept compensation (money) for their services.

Okay, the beach we picked was about 60 km away. I won’t mention the name of the beach. I don’t want to publicise it. Some do-gooder will complain and try to shut it down.

We arrived around noon. This was a Tuesday and the beach was crowded due to spring break. It was a young crowd and there were hard bodies from both sexes all over the beach. I couldn’t tell what sex a few of them were.

We didn’t want to stay in the populated part of the beach, so we decided to take a walk north until the crowds thinned. The farther we walked, the more people were naked. After about 15 minutes Kelli and I got naked and our suits went into our beach bag.

It started out to be a pretty good day. We found two good looking blokes right away that accepted the money and I shot a series of about 250 of each of them. We then continued down the beach. Heads were turning when they saw two nude blondes walk by. We kind of enjoyed it. Actually we loved the attention. We would be disappointed if they didn’t look.

With all the attention we were getting, we felt like Grand Marshals in a parade. We were waving to the right and waving at the blokes to the left and we weren’t paying attention at what was in front of us. We got back to reality when someone in a loud voice said, “Kelli!”

We looked up and Kelli said, “Oh my God, it’s my brother! I’m standing naked in front of my brother. Oh shit, he’s with his mates (Friends).” Kelli’s brother and his mates were nude and apparently Kelli and her 18 year old brother were looking at each other’s nude bodies for the first time. Kelli was embarrassed, but it kind of turned me on. I don’t know why, but it was probably some pornographic taboo.

Kelli grabbed the beach bag from me and pulled out her tee shirt and slipped it on. The shirt barely covered her crotch, but she didn’t put on her swimsuit bottoms right away. I think she was teasing her brother’s mates with her bottom half showing.

Her brother’s mates began to laugh and tease her and she fired back calling their penises small and back and forth the insults flew. Evidently Kelli and her brother grew up with these blokes and she had been the victim of bullying and other childish things in the past.

I whispered in Kelli’s ear that this could be a blessing. I explained to them why we were here and offered them money to pose. Kelli and her brother both had put their swimsuits back on, but the 3 blokes and myself were still nude. I told them I was making a photo album and also wanted a few videos for my personal use and I like their looks and their bodies. I even agreed to pose with them.

These blokes weren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer when it came to brains. I shot sets of each one individually and then I shot a few more sets with two of them together and some sets of all three at once. I had then flexing their muscles and I got several shots when they had erections and I quickly got group shots of all three with erections. I then had Kelli shoot a few sets of me with them in seductive poses. I posed in a way that I could photo shop myself out of a lot of them so it appeared that they were hot for each other. I also made several videos.

While I was photographing the three dumb blokes I saw Kelli and her brother walk down the beach holding hands. They were both nude! No towel or beach bags, just 2 nude people with nothing to hide. They were gone for about 45 minutes. When they returned she wouldn’t tell me what they did. She just smiled and changed the subject. Even on the way home and back at the apartment she wouldn’t tell me what they did, if anything.

I must have had over thirty 100 plus photo sets when I thought we should stop while we were ahead. Kelli and I left with signed release forms for her brother’s 3 mates that indicated they had received compensation for their work. There were no photos taken of Kelli and her brother.

We got out of there as fast as we could without making it look like we were fleeing. We laughed all the way home at the thought of those 3 jerks being in a gay magazine. For all the years of abuse Kelli had endured, she got more that even that day.

She finally told me a few days later that he is her step-brother. Even though they aren’t blood related, they were raised together since they were three years old. She never told me anything about their walk down the beach.

Copyright © 2014 by Matilda Scully

All Rights Reserved

Bitch Boss Must Pay! (Story)

I wonder if anyone ever hated their boss to the degree that I do whilst having to keep their mouths shut and smile at the same time. I come from a foreign country, working my first job, basically forced by my father to go 'pay my dues' for a few years before returning to the family business eventually. The truth is the family is exceedingly wealthy (albeit most of our wealth comes from illegitimate sources) but I must admit I do respect the intent to go through a 'normal' process with regards to my career.

So I get a job at an international consultancy, start at the bottom and basically accept whatever work brief that lands on my table.
I spend the first year working long hours, running endless research, burning the midnight oil, accepting a very modest income at the same time. Basically I find myself doing all my boss's work AT THE SAME TIME acting as a goddamn gopher for her almost everyday. Collecting her laundry, babysitting her cats, fetching her food/coffee, and writing ALL of her reports while taking all her derogatory comments on the chin. Having done my best to hide my family background, I supposed she just considered me another lowly foreign peasant of a worker to be abused and taken for granted.

Now I admit I am not much to look at, 6 foot tall, slightly overweight, ungainly hair but i do try to scrub up nice and always dress as well as I can. The fact that I do not have a girlfriend or have much of a social life at all, doesn't escape her and her peers who never seem to stop reminding me that I just cannot or will ever get with a girl in this country. For the past year, that seems to be a subject of fun at every team social event but to my credit I smile, go along with it and just get my work done. The most annoying thing about my boss however is despite my hard work and efforts to please her, she did not even see fit to give me a raise or a bonus at the end of the year! My pent up frustrations at this point were just about to boil over.

Her one and only saving grace is that she was hot. Beautiful 5 foot 6 specimen, with gorgeous smooth fair skin, dark raven hair and an ass that looked fucking fantastic in a tight dress suit. Her shapely curvaceous body was well sculpted by hours at the gym and at the yoga studio, basically hours that could be spent at work instead of being the lazy cunt that she was. Just a few years older than myself at 28, she had risen to the position of senior manager on the basis of her winning smile and flirtatious demeanour with the male superiors at the company. Despite my disdain for her work ethics, she was quite mesmerising and easy on the eye. i constantly found myself stuttering in her presence, blinded by her beauty and that awesome perfume she always wore. On my smoke breaks with my male peers, I would have to bite my lip and just listen into their conversations around how each of them would try and be the first in the company to tap that fine ass. Fortunately for them, they did not have the misfortune of being her subordinate I constantly thought.

In my private moments I would imagine all the things I would do to her to put her in her place. Unfortunately being in a foreign country, I did not have the means or the courage to carry out some of the darker thoughts floating around in my mind. However, one fine day as what I would consider fate, our team got the word that they would be travelling to my home country for a week long project at the headquarters. Our team of 5 which consisted of Mel, her assistant;Anne, myself and two other guys would be sent for 2 weeks, one to work on the project and another for some rest and relaxation as part of our annual perks.

Upon hearing the news that we would be travelling to my home country, Mel very 'astutely' stated that I should be the one handling ALL the travel arrangements for the entire team seemingly due to the fact that I would know best where to stay, eat, party etc etc. How convenient. As usual I sucked it up and agreed while formulating a plan in my head to ensure that she in particular would be having a trip she would never forget.

I went about booking the best of everything I could think of for our trip, the best hotel, great restaurants and bars for the first week. Everyday after a hard days work for the first week, I would bring my colleagues to experience nothing but the finest in my city while taking great care not to run into anyone who might know or recognise me in my city. As far as she knew, I would retire for the night and go back to whichever slum I came from, stating that I rather than stay in the hotel would prefer to spend time with my family. In truth, I would be laying out plans for my dear boss come the end of the week.

The final working day would culminate with a big night out for the team. Unbeknownst to them I had reserved the club owned by my cousins and had organised an unforgettable experience for all. Dinner at a 5 star restaurant preceded and arriving at the hotel to pick everyone up was a convoy of luxury vehicles one for each team member with Mel given the Rolls Royce. Again they were all cars owned by my family and each driver our employees. I personally volunteered to drive her and upon being questioned how I had organised all this on our company budget, I simply stated that I had called in favours at the car rental service I had 'used to work for'. I suppose she was so caught up in the experience she did not ask further questions. Now as her personal gopher, I had come to know of her affinity for specific party drugs and she had ordered me to obtain them for her for the purposes of really enjoying the night. As part of my ruse, I at first advised against it stating that this was highly frowned upon in my country. As usual, well she did not listen and insisted upon it anyway.

I marvelled at how gorgeous she was when I picked her up from the hotel. Wearing a figure hugging, above knee length, tube- top lavender dress with matching high heels, she was truly stunning. With her hair done up neatly in a bun to accentuate her delicate neck and shoulders, she could have been mistaken for a professional model. On our way to the club after dinner, she predictably consumed the powder along with champagne I had placed in the car for her. The club itself was truly one of the best in the world and she and the team were afforded VIP treatment, with the best drinks and seats in the house. I entered the club giving knowing glances to the security team, barman and the manager. The powder I had provided her initially gave her a limited boost intended to wear out at a certain point. After 3 hours of drinking and dancing, she turned to me to ask for more. I again attempted to feign reluctance but however she would as usual, get her way. I passed her an amount and asked a waiter to guide her to the VIP bathroom to ensure privacy for her. Mel got up and followed him to a secluded office area and was left alone in it. Unknown to her, being the designated handbag holder, I had placed a few more grams of her favourite vice inside whilst she was off dancing and parading her fine ass on the floor.

Mel used the bathroom before preparing the powder in lines on the counter. As she bent over, the bathroom door flew open with four burly men dressed in police uniforms entering ominously and commanding her to put her hands up. Frozen in shock initially, she tried to blurt out some sort of explanation for what she was doing to no avail. They informed her that she had just committed a grievous crime and someone on the staff had tipped them off. Tears welled in her eyes as she sobbed and tried to explain how she was a foreigner and had no idea that what she was doing was illegal. Shaking their heads, they informed her that she would be taken into custody and her team and company would be informed. She was read her rights as they handcuffed her wrists behind her back and lead her out of the bathroom and towards a private stairwell leading to the rear entrance.

She wept, her makeup streaming down her pretty face as she was ushered out the entrance where a black, tinted SUV awaited. She pleaded again and again to at least let her colleagues know what was happening with those pleas falling on deaf ears. She was placed in the backseat and sandwiched by two of the men, still desperately trying to reason with them. Unfortunately being drunk and a little stoned, she herself was unsure what words she was uttering in the first place. As the SUV sped off to its destination, she somehow gathered her thoughts and attempted once more to get out of her predicament.

“Please guys. I really am just a foreigner and I had no idea I was doing anything seriously wrong. Please find a way to let me go and I will never do this again. I just want to get back home. I cannot have this land on my record. I will be ruined. Please if there is anything I can do to get you to reconsider taking me in, I will do it. Please. I will do anything.” She literally at this point was begging for her life.

The man beside her looked at her inquisitively. “Anything?”

“Anything”. She said through tears and sobs.

The man in the front passenger seat turned around and looked at her. “Nice dress. Take it off”.

“Are..are you serious?” she stammered.

“Take it the fuck off”.

The driver pulled over at the side of the road and turned around to watch the show. Her backseat companions released Mel from her handcuffs allowing her to reluctantly reach back to unzip her dress, holding it up at her chest, hoping for a reprieve that never would come. She allowed the material to fall off her torso, exposing her lace white strapless bra, pulling the dress down her waist, her knees and ankles, leaving her in her bra and matching white lace thong. The beautiful girl handed over her dress to one of the men with the other reaching out expectantly to receive her bra and panties as well. Mel choked back a loud sob as she unclasped her bra, unveiling her pert B Cup breasts before pulling her thong down her legs and submitting them to him. She was now fully naked and humiliated in front of the men. She wrapped her arms around her body and crossed her legs; desperately trying to protect whatever modesty she had left. The handcuffs were reintroduced, her wrists once more locked behind her, allowing her breasts and hard large pink nipples to be on full display.

“Spread your legs”.

Her soft, swollen eyes blinked away tears as she slowly spread her legs to expose her smooth waxed pussy to the men in front. She was aided by the men at the back, who took no issue with having her knees and calves on their laps. They stroke her lovely skin as phone camera flashes went off, capturing the sight of her naked and spread in the car that begun to resume its journey once more.

Meanwhile back at the club, Anne and everyone else were wondering where their manager had disappeared. She had been gone for about 45 minutes with myself feigning ignorance on her whereabouts. Efforts to ask staff if they had seen her were met with shakes off the head. Finally as scheduled, Anne suddenly received a text message from Mel’s phone informing them that she had met a nice young man and had chosen to go off with him. ‘Mel’ also assured the rest that she would catch up with them as soon as she could during the week and not to worry about her. Anne sighed with a smile of relief and simply texted back the words “Enjoy boss. Have fun!”. With that we enjoyed the rest of the night at the club before I left them to head off towards my real fun for the night and the rest of the week.

A luxury car picked me up outside the club and I immediately received a video documenting the recent events surrounding my annoying boss. The four men all of whom were my own cousins filmed her stumbling naked and handcuffed down a flight of stairs to the basement of a house we owned about an hour and a half outside of town. Upon reaching the foot of the stairs, she was met with the sight of a dimly lit room with a large four-poster bed in the background with an attached bathroom at the side. There was no other furniture or fixtures save for a steel chain attached from the ceiling with wrist manacles. Mel gasped when she saw a large dildo, a butt plug, a few mouth gags and some other bondage equipment placed on the bed as well as a riding crop and a whip. I grinned at her expression of fear and panic as she took in her surroundings that also included a tripod and video camera beside the bed.

“What the fuck are you people going to do to me? This is illegal. Are you really policemen?” she screamed.

A loud hard thump was heard as a large hand smacked her across her face causing her to crumple to the floor, stunned by the sudden blow. My cousin knelt down and grabbed her by the hair pulling her up sharply to her knees before berating her.

“What did you say bitch? Do you want to go to jail? Do you want to appear in a court for your drug crimes? Do you want to appear in the news as the stupid foreign cunt that thought she could flaunt our laws? Do you???”

“But you can’t do this! Whatever you are planning to do, please don’t do it!” she cried out through the pain of having her hair roughly pulled.

“We can do whatever we want. This is our country. If we want to send you to the worst women’s prison in the state, we can. If we want to make your pretty ass disappear, we can. If we want to chop you up in little pieces and feed you to the dogs, we can! Now, are you going to cooperate or not? If you do, your friends may be able to see you again and you may be able to return to your own fucked up country! What’s your choice cunt?” he shouted in her ear.

“OWWW…I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Please don’t turn me in!” she screamed.

“Let me remind you why you are here!” he yelled. He opened the bag of remaining powder, stepped away and poured it over the concrete floor.

“Get on all fours and come here! You love to snort don’t you? COME HERE AND SNORT! ALL OF IT! CRAWL BITCH!”

Mel sobbing wildly slowly placed her hands on the floor and began crawling towards the mound of powder. She gazed up pleadingly once more at the men before positioning her face over it. Impatient, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down, rubbing her pretty face all over the white powder. “SNORT!”
She cried as she inhaled, her face, neck, breasts and torso covered in cocaine. Gasping and coughing, she fell to her side as he released her once satisfied that she had consumed as much as possible. As she lay there, they produced another set of cuffs, this time locking her ankles together. I watched as they raised her to her feet, attaching the ceiling manacles to her wrists, suspending her from the ceiling with her feet barely touching the ground.

I was really getting hard at the sight of her completely naked, stretched out with her arms above her head, covered in white powder, gasping away, trying to spit out whatever had entered her mouth and nostrils. She groaned as a ball gag was produced and inserted into her mouth. A towel was produced and she was wiped clean off the remaining powder on her body and face. A leather blindfold was placed around her head as well as a set of noise-cancelling headphones to prevent her from hearing a single sound. Mel was now as she should be to me. Blind, deaf and mute. The men stepped back to take a few more photos of their bound and gagged guest as she hung from the chains, to await my arrival.

I walked down the stairs slowly, in anticipation of what I was about to do to my dear boss. I had deliberately requested for my cousins to leave the room and even before I reached the foot of the stairs, I could hear the sound of her labored breathing and muffled groans through her gag. I drank in the sight of her, beautiful fair skinned beauty hung out before me in nothing but her high heels. As she could neither see or hear, she had no idea I was approaching her slowly, walking around her, admiring her firm, fit and feminine body that was slick and shiny with her own sweat. I had asked for the air conditioning to be turned off to increase her level of discomfort. I circled her slowly, noting how flawless and wonderfully curvaceous she was, with amazing hips, perky ass and breasts that were not large but with tasty, large pink nipples highlighting them. I was really enjoying her muffled moans and groans that were so sexy on my ears, far sexier than the sounds of her ordering me around for the past year or so. Her body jerked around as my hands finally landed on it, running them up and down her waist, stomach and up to her soft, supple breasts, fondling them gently enjoying tweaking and lightly pinching her nipples. She groaned out loud, shaking her head as my lips landed on her neck and shoulders, kissing her lightly, licking her and enjoying how she tasted. I embraced her from behind, burying my face in her hair, kissing her cheeks while squeezing her breasts. She was so helpless before me and I loved every second of it.

“Hello Mel. I know you are going to hate what I am going to do to you but I don’t care. You have enjoyed using me in certain ways, now I am going to enjoy you in many other ways too. Fucking bitch. You have made my life difficult and now you are going to pay for it you stupid lazy whore!” I said out loud, secure in the knowledge that she could not hear a thing with the headphones on.

She struggled in vain as my hands reached down to grab her ass. Those firm, round and sensual cheeks felt so good to me. Her moans intensified as I ran my fingers between the crack of her ass and around the front on her bare waxed pussy. I walked over to the bed, returning with the riding crop in hand. I imagined and recalled all the times she made me be her errand boy, demeaning me and not giving me any recognition at all. With that anger I unleashed my wrath on her fat ass, without any mercy at all. The crop rained down upon both cheeks, causing her to scream madly through her gag. Red welts began to appear on her skin as I wound up and released the crop, spanking her as hard as I could without stopping. She trashed around as far as her restraints would allow her, incoherent cries for mercy filling the room. As I whipped her, I voiced out all my frustrations at her only stopping when her ass began turning black and blue.

I walked around to her front, gripping her face firmly while berating her. Tears streamed down from underneath her blindfold as I slapped her face a few times. Even then I found myself unsatisfied with the revenge I was doling out on her. She screamed in pain once more as heavy nipple clamps were applied, pulling her fat nipples downwards. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, watching her writhe in pain. When I felt the slightest bit of pity for her, I removed the clamps and allowed her to relax. Knowing that I would have her to enjoy for the next few days, I called my cousins back in to unchain her and clean her up for what was to come next.

Love to see the annual nigger parade. 

Im done with you guys. I dont care if i wont be missed or whatever bullshit you might say. Im done pulling my dick and looking at a computer screen. I feel revolting for having wasted so much of my time online looking at this site, obsessed with masturbating. I have women in my life, they far exceed my fantasies if i put my selfish pleasures aside. Im not done with jacking off either, its great. Im done with online porn. Finished. Its over. Ive made this confession/vow before somewhere else but I came back. Now I am totally through wasting my time opening a billion tabs and seeing absolutely nothing informative. Id rather see real women naked, who actually want to have sex with me verses the parade of fantasy girls who could be in love with me in a daydream of mine for twenty minutes, every few hours. So you guys enjoy yourselves or whatever, Im done. I want real sex and real life. Goodbye for good this time.

I am a 50 year old man who believes he has been cuckolded for years.

You tell me what you think.

My wife was raped by a black man with a huge cock and I walked in on it , but I didn't really see what was going on inside the bedroom because it was so dark. All I knew was that when I called her name the door was slammed in my face. I thought she was just 'being my wife'. Slamming doors in my face was normal for her and still is. The weird thing about it was that she actually loved it!

You see we had been to a party that night and she had had a little too much to drink so she told me she was going home. I said OK and she left. A little while later I thought I should go and check up on her. I walked into the house and the back door was unlocked and left a jar, but I thought that she had not closed it properly because she was so drunk. Anyway I started through the house and as I reached the bedroom I called her name and that's when the door slammed in my face. I thought she just wanted to be left alone so I turned and walked away and went back to the party for a little while. It was only when I returned that I found the bedroom door wide open that i thought something was not right.

As I entered the room I found my wife lying on her stomach with the sheets rolled up into a ball and her panties lying on the floor. She had had sex and It wasn't with me! I nearly panicked and started to ask her what happened but she was so out of it (or so I think she was) that she didn't say anything but only moaned.

Then I started looking for signs of semen because she didn't use birth control and I was panicking thinking that she could have been impregnated. So I started feeling up inside her pussy and searching for any sign of semen but I couldn't really tell anything. So I took out my dick which had become hard by this time (I don't know why this happens to men when their wives are fucked but It does) because it was the longest thing I had to search for semen inside her.

Well as soon as my dick was inside she started to moan and buck and grind against my cock like never before (or since). Acting like she was looking for more cock to fuck her deeper and harder. It took me by surprise because I thought she was totally out of it and kind of forgot why I was fucking her in the first place. So I just let grind on my cock a until I came wondering what the fuck just happened?

As I rolled off her she didn't say a word and acted like she was passed out. I lay there worrying about her being pregnant for a while and finally drifted off to sleep.

Needless to say it was a life changing experience.

When we got up the next morning I tried to talk to her about what had happened but she just got mad and said that I had raped her too. So we never have been able to talk about it in any detail, I just have to live with the memory of what happened that night.

Then a strange thing happened later on that day, as there was a knock on the door. When I answered it there was this black guy from the neighborhood who said he wanted to talk to my wife. I yelled for her to come and she spoke with him for a few minutes and I asked what he wanted she said she didn't know.

Up until then we had had a pretty good sex life but then things changed. Sometimes she would make me go 6 months to a year without having sex with her.

During one point in our marriage she moved to Nashville to take care of her mother who was sick, and she would only come home about once a month. I would beg her for sex but she would just look at me when I asked her what was I supposed to do?

Not long after that she moved into the guest room and stopped sleeping in my bed all together. She still sleeps there to this day.

I know for a fact that she has cheated on me in the past because she's told me so.

Now here's the kicker. She says that she does not have a boyfriend, nor does she sleep around.

Now before some of you say that's because I'm lousy in the sack, let me tell you this. I went to boot camp in Orlando, Fla and when we had finished we had a three day pass. My friend told about this female recruit he had promised to meet at a motel but was going to meet another one instead and asked me if I would go and take care of her. I said sure.

I met her and had a great time, she liked it rough and so I gave it to her rough. Anyway I left thinking that was that, I didn't know her name, I was married we had a one night stand, done. But a few days later we are marching in formation and here she come running across the parade grounds calling for me to stop. I have to keep marching or all the guys behind me will march right over me. She breaks ranks as we continue to march telling me to stop, I tell her I can't. She then proceeds to tell me that she's shipping out the next day and asks me where I'm going, but I can't because I don't even know yet. She then gives me a slip of paper with her new duty station info on it and BEGS ME to find her. So I must have done something right! I have never had a woman complain about my having had sex with her, quite the opposite!

Now I am consumed with watching my wife with other men, because I am convinced that she is fucking them behind my back.

Now you tell me, do you think that I am a cuckold or not?

My love of 'showing out' in scanty swimwear and shorts started even before puberty. I used to wear my scanty briefs (fashion at the time) and stand in front of the mirror, feeling excited but I guess at that time didn't know why.

Then puberty struck.

From then I would always wear scanty speedos on my weekly visit to the pool with my best friend. My favorites at the time of this 'happening' were bright crimson. They had a style of cut that made my great ass look even better and they had a sort of pouch at front - just a scanty triangle that held cock and balls high instead of letting anything go between my legs. They tapered up to a half-inch at the sides and were made in a very shiny and thin nylon. I'd picked them up at a second-hand shop. I felt real randy wearing them and used to parade in front of my bedroom mirror in them and at night with the light on, knowing that by-passers would see me.

At puberty I thought that an erection was the normal state of a cock and I enjoyed showing it off - a lot! At the swimming baths each week I used to get fully hard by squeezing myself underwater, then pushing my cock down so it poked out the pouch like a tent. Then I'd float on my back so that the tip of my cock would emerge from the water. It's embarrassing to think of doing it now but I just thought it was the normal state of a cock and wanted to prove I was a man at last!

My behaviour probably sparked the unfortunate incident I am about to relate - unfortunate for a regular visitor to the pool.

The shower area contained two large cubicles with very large shower heads - meant to be used by more than one man at once. I used to shower a lot so that my cock wouldn't get too cold! I went in this particular time and both cubicles were empty. Soon I was joined by a guy who stood behind me under the shower head - nothing unusual in that except that the other cubicle had been empty! After a while he came round and stood in front of me, he was tall and muscular, probably about forty-years-old, and his speedos were right in my face! They were bright yellow, scanty and very thin lycra-stuff and I couldn't help staring as a down-curved cock gradually fattened and swelled that sexy fabric. He washed the water over himself, including squeezing that lump and watching him do that gave me a hard and i played with myself while washing the pool water off.

He started breathing heavy and I KNEW he was getting turned on by looking at my body and me doing that and that sent me knee-trembling excited.

Then he came and stood right behind me and I felt that rock-hard cock pressing into my back. Not hard, just gently pressing and moving back and forth, up and down as the man 'washed' himself under the shower. I played with my own dick and pushed back at him, WILDLY excited at the attention I was getting. My first ever sexual experience.

After a little while I felt his hands round my waist, they slid upwards and forwards, his fingers met and caressed my teats. I thought I'd choke on the lump in my throat and I eased up on fiddling with myself because I didn't want to spunk off in my speedos (which I did all the time at home!)

His hands slipped down over my belly, he gently pulled my ass into his body (or maybe I involuntarily pressed as well). Anyway both hands went down and he started pulling at my cock through the speedos.

I loved it.

My knees were jerking and he whispered something like 'take it easy ... nice and easy ... enjoy me... you like to show this off don't you, your cock sticking way out of your sexy swimmers, you know it turns on the girls and boys...'

I just stood there and let him feel me, he had my young-teen widger between finger and thumb and was slowly wanking me off. I was watching the main door in case it started to open at which point I would have pulled away so that he (and me) wouldn't get into trouble because I knew this sort of behavior was 'wrong'.

He kept saying things like 'just relax' and 'just relax and enjoy it,' and just kept giving me the pleasure until WAMBO! I was cumming, cumming in my favorite speedos and this time some guy was doing it for me! He must have felt the warm spunk filling that pouch straight away. He whispered something like 'oh, yeah, that feels good, so good,' and then he gently spun me round to face him.

I was faced with this cock bursting the shiny and tight yellow speedos and I knew what he wanted me to do.

And I wanted to do it.

My hands moved, I couldn't help it. I felt a man's cock for the first time, and beneath lovely, slippery-wet, skimpy-thin speedos.

He grunted, I squeezed him gently, I dared myself for the first time to look him in the eye and found that he was staring down at me, watching what I was doing, breathing heavy

He shuddered and I felt his spunk just pump and pump and pump into those bright yellow lovely things, my fingers squeezed his stuff trapped in the lycra squeezed the lumps, moved over his crotch with loving abandon.

He turned me quite roughly so he was pressed against my back, my ass. He leant down over me, his head next to mine his hands moving at my crotch - 'Cum in them again for me, I want to feel your spunk jerking out into these sexy things,' one hand moved to my ass and gently stroked the wet fabric, slipped under to feel my balls.

I was jello.

He kept doing it, squeezing me off until I spunked again, right into his fingers.

He kissed my neck, asked me if I was coming next week, and left, guiltily.

The unfortunate end to this is that I told my friend (in confidence). He told his mother, his mother told mine and mine told the pool attendant the following week. My unfortunate guy was asked to leave and never come back (I saw him getting told and gathered what was being said). Poor guy! It was my fault!

I was - and am - just incredibly highly-sexed.

Since then I still wear the scantiest swimmers to pool and beach and back yard, the shortest shiniest skimpiest of shorts in summer, or for everyday wear, the tightest of jeans and pants. I still have a nice ass so I still wear jeans and pants and swimmers tight and I get stares from male and female alike. I'm not gay but I guess I must be 'bi' because male or female - everything sexy excites me!

Mick

i listen to my parents have orgasmc porno sex basically every night of the week. i have spent many nights lstening to hours of screaming and moaning and the sounds of bed springs squeking. i love it, in fact i have invited friends over knowing full well that my parents are gonna fuck loudly and they will hear them. i pretended to be asleep. i love the fact that they think my mom is hot and at halloween my mom had to wear a catwoman catsuit and paraded around a few places in town. im sure everyone thought she was hot, and i have been wanking about it since. in all my life they have never seemed suspicious i might hear them or nor have i ever complained becuz i enjoy it so much. also i know firsthand that she squirts a lot.