So, I don't get it. I was out of town, went out for drinks and went to a strip club. This blonde cutie chats me up, she's running around naked. Of course she wants me to buy her drinks, par for the course right? Then she's talking about hooking up (which I thought they couldn't do). So I laughed, and was like "yeah you're not allowed to do that, just like I can't take your picture."
"you can take my picture if I give you permission..."
And I was like, "nah I'm good."
But she insisted, "I'm authentic, take my picture - pick me up when I get off at 12:30am, you got a room?"
So stupid me takes her picture and instantly I have two bouncers on me and I was literally thrown out on my ass. It was 11:20pm so I decided to wait and see if she would still want to hook up.
Sure enough she comes out and I get out of my car and wave to her, she waves back and comes up to me.
"I'm so sorry about that, I told them to let you back in but they said it was company policy to boot you, but hey, about that date - I have to get home but perhaps tomorrow?"
She kisses me on my cheek, and leaves. What the fuck was that even all about?
I have to confess, I'm confused. Was there some kind of scam? What am I missing here. No money was stolen - just about $30 on buying her drinks and another $20 for a lap dance with her (where she put her tits in my face and went upside down and poked my nose with her pussy).

my gf is a nurse and one of her nursing colleagues is a hot russian girl with a policeman for a bf. The russian girl is boy crazy and kinky and my gf finally suggested we do a couple swap or foursome. this russian girl has a tight little body and shes a bit of a fitness freak, so i was kinda excited at this prospect. unfortunately, despite the fact i weight train regularly and am quite strong, i also neglect cardio and i love food so im chubby and not exactly fit. im also only a short guy. so basically the russian nurse rejected the idea of having sex or any sexual interaction with me. she is only interested in guys she finds hot, and that does not include me. but she said she liked the idea of a threesome with my gf and she wouldnt mind if i watched, as long as she didnt have to do anything with me.

long story short the russian nurse and her policeman bf came around last night. the bf was over 6 foot tall and solidly built. whats more he was absolutely ripped. im just over 5 foot, fat and hairy. and while im stronger than the average guy, this policeman was just outright strong, much stronger than me.

i watched as this cop made out with both his own and my gf. the making out turned into heavy petting, then groping and after a while both girls were taking turns sucking his cock. all i was doing was sitting down watching. it was hot but also incredibly awkward. finally my gf whispered to me that she could tell i was feeling awkward and that it was distracting her, she told me to either strip off and masturbate or just leave house for a while. i kind of took offense to this, but i submitted. i didn't want to leave so i took my clothes off and started jerking off. this led the two girls to a fit of giggles. the copper seemed unfazed, though he was obviously feeling very 'alpha' about the situation. i started jerking my cock and my gf started fucking her friends bf. the russian nurse seemed to enjoy the fact that her bf had emasculated me. i came before the cop had finished with my gf. my gf told me to lick up my cum. i obeyed and i heard the russian girl say 'oh my god'.

my gf seemed to orgasm, dismounted the policeman, and than began sucking him again. she told him to give her everything he had. he fucked her face (I had done this once or twise with my gf when we were first going out but she always stopped me before long) until she was gagging all over his cock, but she didn't let him stop. when he was ready to cum she made sure to stop sucking and open up wide for him so i could see every shot of cum go into her mouth. she played with it in her mouth for a while, even dribbled a bit of it onto her hand and then licked it up again (she has not once tasted my cum, and she usually doesn't even give me a blowjob). she then cleaned his cock and balls up with her tongue. she then went up to me and kissed me while fondling my dick. i came again over her leg. she scooped it up with her hand and for a minute looked like she was going to lick it up, but instead she forced it into my mouth, and then told me to go shower.

i didn't want to face the russian nurse or the policeman again so i stayed in the shower for ages. when i was out they had left (my gf was still there). things have been awkward since then and we haven't really spoken properly since. probably have a conversation tomorrow about it. the weird thing is this has come out of nowhere. if anyone in our relationship has been dominant it has been me. ocassionally my gf tries to 'dominate' me in company out of humour, which normally ends in me chastising her publically. for her to dominate me for real, and for me to submit, was out of character for both of us. obviously i agreed to this situation though knowing i would be cuckolded to some degree, the thought quite honestly turned me on.

I was out of town on business and called my sister who lived in the city I was going to, to see if I can stay at her place rather than get a hotel. She told me, no problem, I could stay in the spare room, but she would not be home until late. (She works odd hours as a nurse)

I got to her place about 7PM after my appointments, put my suitcase and crap in the spare room and then went out for some food and drinks, came back by 10, and basically just went to bed.

I was woken at about 2am to what I thought was the noise of people having sex in the living room. However, after I quietly left the room and peaked around the corner into the living room, there was my sister, buck-ass naked on the floor, watching a porn while fucking the hell out of her self with 2 different dildos.

At first I thought she was stuffing them both in her pussy, but as my eyes focused, I could see she had 1 in her pussy and one in her ass and she was slamming away and moaning and grinding and watching the TV.

The porn she was watching was a lesbian orgy with toys and strap-ons.

Now, my sister is 27, long brown hair, nice body, and DD breasts. Always been a tad overweight, but can still pull off a bikini because of those tits. But she's always been kind of, well....homely. She'd never doll herself up and attempt to look good for anyone. She could use one of those makeover shows. None of my friends ever showed any interest in her. It could be because we're about 10 years apart, but mainly for all the reasons above.

In any event, at that moment, she was fucking hot as the sun.

I watched with my rock hard cock in my hand under my boxers until she came and started to quiet down. So I quietly went back to the room to attempt to go to sleep. (which I was able to, only after wacking off to the thought of my cock up her ass)

Morning comes and I get up, shower....and she comes in the bathroom asking if it's me behind the shower curtain! haha, I said, Yeah. She asked if I just got here. I said, No I got in last night. She's quiet for too long so I added, "I was so tired from work, I hope my snorring didn't keep you up, I was out like a light until I woke up 20 minutes ago!" she laughs and just says, no, but she thought I was coming tonight, and leaves the room. (I'm sure she was freaking, thinking I heard her!)

I get out, get dressed and meet her in the kitchen, say HI, hug, etc

That's basically it. Spend 1 more night...we went out that night with a few of her nurse friends, whom one I believe she might be screwing around with. (girl) They were just way too play flirty.

But that's all there is to tell.

I have no desire to fuck my sister. (sorry creeps)....but when I close my eyes and picture her fucking her holes like that, it still gets me hot!

They were playing the Eagles game at the restaurant that I work at. The manager was being very cool about us watching the game with customers. Very cool about us watching the game instead of polishing silverware, folding napkins, etc.

My tables were all taken care of so I started watching the game.

And then I said “Yeah!! Nice! First down!”

Then I looked a bit closer.

“Oh! Wrong team!!”

A waitress rolled her eyes at me. “Yeah… Jimbo… I was kind of wondering there.”

So I’m not quite the american football fan that I pretend to be.

Kind of embarrassing.

Anyways, I didn’t immediately notice that the opposing team had our green colors.

I made this post in response to Viper2121's memo stating that chat needs me to be online saying stupid stuff so that folks have something to laugh at. So when i'm not on chat here is some stupid stuff i say in real life.

Confession time. and this one hurts me.

me and my wife are in our 30s and her former college sugar daddy contacted her for the first time in about 4 years and my wife isn't shooting the idea down right away. 4 years ago my wife was pregnant when he contacted us so it was a clear no. this time she's not so fast to say no. we both lost our jobs at the beginning of covid and we had to eat some of our savings and added some debt. we're better now we both work again. My wife thinks she can get that money back from him. this is all fucking me up. i don't want this happening to my family.

We been together 7 years and she told me about him when we got engaged. The last meetup she says was 8 years ago a little before I met my wife. I don't know much about their arrangement. Wish I did but I don't. I learned a bit over the years mainly from arguments or an unexpected tipsy comment. I know he is about 20 years older than her. White "dad bod". She described him has "kind" "kinky old man" and "generous" on a few occasions. He apparently likes to prepare different outfits for her to try on and touch her in them. She mentioned having to put on an official city bus driver uniform and a bikini with a hijab for him in the same night. He paid about 2/3 of her college tuition. They went on a hawaii vacation once for a week all expenses paid by him. My mother in law still thinks her hawaii vacation was with a few girlfriends. and I suspect he bought her the car she used to drive when I first met her since her parents mentioned once they didn't pay for it. I'm pretty sure that was him.

I have so many questions that have gone unanswered. what did she do for him? payment amounts? how many times? other sugar daddies from college?

The invisible foot is the foot that white people have on the necks of blacks, Native Americans and others. It is called invisible because whites say they do not see it.

Race in America, a brief history: whites knocked blacks and Native Americans to the ground, beat them up, took their money and then put their foot on their neck. At first the foot barely allowed them to breathe. Now they can breathe more freely (what whites mean by, �It�s not as bad as it used to be.�) but the foot is still there. In what follows I will take just the case of blacks to keep it simple.

White people deny the foot is there:

They see the foot in past but not the present. So blacks must be imagining it.
They say blacks were not knocked down � they have always been down.
Or they were knocked down so long ago that no one alive can be blamed for it and, besides, blacks should have got up already! If they have not, that just proves there is something wrong with them. Maybe they were just born that way. Or maybe their Culture or Values are at fault. Certainly not any foot on their neck.
Oprah and Obama and other blacks standing up proves there is no foot on the necks of black people. Whites do not need to change a thing. Blacks just have to try harder! If they are good at standing up then they can go to a private school that will teach them how to stand up! So there is hope.
Jews and Asians are standing up, so what is wrong with black people?
They say blacks are just as evil - even though there is no black foot on their white neck.
The press sometimes runs stories on blacks who are lying on ground. They almost never say anything about the foot � or bring it up just to wave it off. Lying on the ground has little to do with white people.

Whites wear special glasses: Super Duper Racist Spectacles Tinted with Moral Blindness. Wearing these special glasses they cannot see the foot.

That money in their pocket? It just kind of got there by accident. Or through Hard Work. Or Free Markets. Or some other lie their parents and teachers taught them to say. It certainly did not come from blacks and natives: look at how poor they are!

Some blacks want at least part of the money back. They call it Reparations or something. But giving back any of it is Impossible. Besides, living a lie pays so much better.

But out of the corner of their eye, where they can kind of see how the world looks without their glasses, they sometimes see the foot. And deep down they know why they keep it there: They are afraid that if they remove it they will be knocked down, beat up, robbed and have a foot on their neck.

Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

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

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

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

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

I have this friend who I am extremely physically attracted to, I just want to see her nude, but I'm not her type of guy. She's really into scenester kind of guys, and those guys tend to like to put pictures of themselves all over the net. So I'm thinking, has anyone ever tricked a friend into sending a nude pic via instant messenger under disguise? I'm thinking of doing this

I confess Im not very physically acracted to my new girlfriend...
my ex was way hotter. and my new gf im only sticking with cause she is all
I want in a girl, but very plain a little chubby a little hairy ...

But... she sucks and swallows!
shes the nicest girl i met we get alone great ,but I cant help
being a little shallow of her looks.
first girl i ever seen with hairs on her nipples and that grossed me out.
plus she dosnt have the best complection either.
kind of a bit nerdy looking...

but I want a girl to sick with as im getting older and want to settle down
and shes 'personality wise' the best thing ive ever had, should I stop worrying so much???

The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

i am gay i know and i walk around with some kind of butt plug up my ass everywhere i go. i have been running a fevor for 2 weeks now so i decided to go to the doctor. he told me he wanted to check my prostate. fuck i was in trouble i had a 4 1/2 wide butt plug 9 1/2 long up my ass. (he knows i'm gay). i told him i had it in and he acted like it was nothing and told me to stand up and drop them and bend over.

i did and i heard him gasp and pulled it out. he told me there not much of a reason to check. but he stuck a finger up my ass anyway. he said he cant even feel it so i told him to put his fist in its ok. thinking he would say na thats ok. but i was wrong he put his fist in my ass. and started fist fucking me. i looked back and told him to get more lube and he can go to his elbow and he did. then he started rubbing my balls and stroking my dick. he was suprised that i could get hard while being fisted. he didn't stop untill i came all over the table.

it was 4 days later he showed up at my house. he told me he wanted to do a follow up on me. i was like ok and we went into the house and he told me to bend over and pulled my butt plug out.my boyfriend was there and he said he might need to check him too.
hell the next thing i knew is he ws fisting both of us elbow deep. and now it seems he comes by on fridays to check us over. and hes learning to take a fist hiself. it took me over 2 years to take my first fist and my b/f took over 1 1/2 years.
but the doctor is only been doing it 4 months and can damn near take one.

oh test show i have aids and i said no meds. just going to live untill i die and i hope they put the biggest butt plug up my ass they can find when they put me in the ground.