Sarah clothed and unclothed

Years ago after my parents died in a crash I lived with my aunt before I went off to college. On weekends she would come home so drunk I'd have to help her take off her clothes and put her to bed.

Cloths are so over-rated

What order those clothes coming off her in and what would be the best position to fuck her in on that sunbed?

You hit that standing up or on the kitchen worktop somehow? All clothes off? 

What would you do if a married friend took off her clothes?

I like to buy clothes from hot chicks on facebook marketplace to jerk off with. I bought these yoga pants from this woman and have used each pant leg to cum in, while I smell the crotch and look at her photos. Should I find a way to get them back to her?

who needs lots of clothes when u and fam is very close

Early 20's male from Kentucky. I have a recurring fantasy of being seduced while I'm at work. An easy slut in tight clothes comes up to the window. After ordering their food, they whisper in my ear "Find me on your lunch break, behind the dumpsters. You can do anything you want~."

I would spare no desire, fucking her throat until her own drool and vomit is running down her chest. Fucking her filthy cunt and cuming inside, leaving her a rampant bastard to care for. Using her ass and pussy back and forth like a piece of meat before pissing down her ass hole and all over her bruised ass and face. Lastly I would shove my fist deep into her beaten slit, and hoist her worn body into the garbage, leaving her there to drag herself back out.

Never more have I wanted something so desperately. If you know anyone for this job, please contact me immediately.

Pauline The Slut - Part 49: Pain 
 When I came around my body was in pain. I looked down at my aching breasts. There was dried blood on both and also down my thighs. I heard a grunting sound to my right. I looked over and saw my husband pushing Hannah's head up  and down on his cock. He was forcing the full length down her throat. I could tell she was struggling  from her flaying hands and tears running down her face. I felt no sympathy for her.  
 

I was watching the scene when I heard a sound whistle through the air before I felt the pain across my shoulder and back. I turned to look behind me. It was a mistake. This time the lash fell across my breasts forcing a scream from me. I'd forgotten about Debbie.  
 

She was standing there with a whip in one hand and some chain cuffs in the other.  She raised the whip above her head and swung it down towards me. This time I managed to deflect most of the whip with my arm but before I realised it she was on top of me turning me onto my stomach.   
 

She cuffed both my hands behind my back then turned me over and cuffed my right leg to the leg of a table.  My left one was cuffed and I was spread uncomfortably wide so she could cuff the other end to a metal ring beside the fireplace. My breasts and cunt were completely exposed to her whip. 
 

"Please No!" I begged as she sneered viciously down at me. I watched in horror as she picked up the whip and swung it over her shoulder. The whip hissed through the air and tore into my breasts slicing  the tender flesh and drawing blood. "ARRRGGW!" I screamed as the whip cut through the air again, this time slashing across my stomach. 
  

"NNNARRGGGOOW!" I howled, my body jerking helplessly trying to avoid the lashes. Debbie laughed as she inspected the red strips she had inflicted on me. She then positioned herself so that the next blow would land directly on my cunt. I tried to twist away from the blow but my legs were spread so far apart that it was hopeless.  
 

I was trembling in terror anticipating the onslaught. The whip flung towards my spread legs and sliced the tender flesh of my cunt. Another scream ripped from my throat. I felt blood trickling from me when another lash landed between my outstretched legs.   
 

Debbie knelt down in front of me and pushed the handle of the whip hard into my cunt. "UUUUGGHHH!" I grunted as she pulled the handle back and pushed it further into me. My cunt felt like it was being torn to shreds. I passed out again.  
 

When I came through I was in bed. My body was crisscrossed with cuts and dried smears of blood covered my body. My cunt was throbbing with pain and any movement was torture. I didn't leave the bedroom for days as my body recovered from the whipping.  
 

When I finally felt strong enough to walk about I got dressed and went downstairs. There was no one about. I went to the kitchen and made myself something to eat before returning to the bedroom. I slept for what seemed like days. The pain had eased and the cuts were healing.  
 

It was some time before I realised the house was unusually quiet. I went downstairs but could find nobody. I looked out on the beach but there was no one there either. Every one must have gone to town.  
 

Night came and nobody had returned. I fell asleep. When I awoke the next day the house was still empty. I went to my husband's bedroom, it was empty and all his clothes were gone. As I headed to check another bedroom I heard a car outside. I went downstairs to see who had come back.  

The door opened and in walked the man who had taken Beth away.