OK where do I start? I am Jane, I am also 55 widowed for 10 years now. I had a great sex life with my husband until he got killed in a car accident. It took me a long time to get over it and if truth be told I am still not, but I am better and last year I decided to make a clean break of it all and moved out of London to a very small village in the south of England. My new home was just at the edge of the village, a small cottage, with the biggest back garden ever. It took me around a year to get it all the way I wanted. I put a big fence round the whole back garden making it very private, The bottom half I dedicated to growing flowers but I set aside the area closest to the house and my recreation area. I got a summer house build with a gazebo next to it where I put a hot tub. The gazebo has removable sides for the summer and can be put on for the cold weather.
I kept myself to myself for that first year but last March I decided it was time to get out there and meet people again. It was a very nice spring day and I put on a nice new summer dress, now I may be in my 50s but I don't look it. I am very short just a little over 5 foot tall I am also nice and slim and have always taken care of myself and kept myself fit. My breasts have always been small, almost none at all, all the women in my family are the same, as a result I have never had to wear a bra unless I wanted too. I got on my push bike and took a ride into the village, I stopped at the one and only pub and decided I wanted a gin before I went on. I had never been in the pub before but it was like a pub that time forgot, It was like walking into the past. The only people in there were 4 old men playing dominos. I sat at the bar and in walked a pretty woman who turned out to be the owner. She knew who I was and said it was about time I came in, small village everyone knows everything. I introduced myself and she told me she was Laura 42. We talked for about 3 hours and I had way too much gin to get back on my bike to ride home. I walked home feeling more drunk than I ever had for years. I woke up the next morning still in my dress and had slept on the couch. I treated my hangover and remembered I had left my bike at the pub. It was a really warm day and I showered and put on another summer dress, a white one. I put on white cotton panties but didn't bother with a bra and walked towards the pub. I was almost there when it started to rain, not just a shower this was a downpour. Even though I ran by the time I got to the pub I was so wet, I doubt I could have got wetter by jumping into a swimming pool. Laura had just opened the pub so when I burst in I was the only one there and it was just as well because I discovered my dress was almost transparent when wet. My small breasts were showing through and because the dress was sticking to me and my panties were also wet you could make out my thick pubic hair also. Laura couldn't help herself and burst out laughing. She took me through the back to her home before anyone else came in the pub. She gave me some towels and said I should dry off. I thought she would leave me too it but she grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my head. I took my panties off and dried myself. She came back with a gin for me as I sat on her couch covered in a towel. She took my clothes and put them in the dryer. I was sitting drinking my gin when in walked Laura's daughter, Karen. What shocked me more was she was totally naked, she never batted an eye when she saw me and just said hello. Laura came back in and said sorry about her daughter. I said not to worry as we were all girls, but I have to say Karen was beautiful, her breasts defied gravity. Laura told her to go get dressed and take over the bar. Laura told me that because it was just her and Karen they never bothered much with clothes. I laughed and told her not to worry and when I was married my husband and I would walk about naked also.
Over the next few months I would visit the pub almost every day and I became very good friends with Laura. I also drank more than I ever had in my life. I met a few other people from the village but by far I spent most of my time with Laura.
One Sunday It was very warm that day and I called Laura and told her I was going to spend the day in the garden and asked if she wanted to come join me and to bring gin. I told her just to come into the garden and when she came in I was sunbathing naked. I was on my front and didn't hear her come in. She came over to me and poured some gin right over my bum, it made me jump up and I could have slapped her but she was laughing like a schoolgirl. I sat down and she started to take her clothes off, as she did something stirred in me that had not stirred since my teens. She took off her bra and let her massive boobs free, she pulled her panties off and I saw she was totally shaved. Again my thoughts went back to my teens when I had a crush on my best friend, all I did back then was kiss but seeing Laura naked made me want to do more and why I did what I did next I still don't know. She bent over and her bum was almost in my face, I leaned over and kissed it. She didn't move and I kissed it again, this time I ran my tongue up and down the crack of her bum, I used to do this with my husband and he loved it. I knew I had just crossed a line and as I moved my head away she turned round and looked at me, I knew right away she was OK because her smile was wide. She sat next to me and leaned over and kissed me. She pulled away and told me she had wanted to kiss me since we first met. We kissed a lot that day but nothing else, Laura said she had been hurt so many times before and wanted to take things slow.
I was at the pub one night and after closing she took me to her room, we got naked and she made love to me, this was so unlike the lovemaking I had done with my husband, she was so gentle and when she went down on me it was unlike anything I had before. My husband almost never did that but her mouth and tongue took me to a place I had never been before, I came so many times and was so loud doing it. A lot of that night is a total blur because of the whole bottle of gin I had drank, but I do remember going down on her for the first time, I stopped short and she puled my head in, her pussy was so wet and my tongue found her pussy and I worked my tongue into it, finding her clit and with my hand I pushed a finger into her bum, another thing I did with my husband, she loved it as much as he did. We swapped places a few times before falling asleep. I woke the next morning and she had left me a note saying she had gone shopping. I went to the kitchen, still naked. And Karen came in behind me, she laughed and said that me and mum had kept her up all night with the screams. I said sorry but she said not to worry and that it had helped her masturbate. I was a little shocked and as she walked past me she gave me a little pat on my bum.

I will carry on later sorry my fingers are too wet to carry on

In the neon-drenched streets of Neo-Tokyo, a tale of desire, captivity, and cybernetic intrigue unfolds. The year is 2077, and the world is a bleak landscape of corporate-controlled cities, where the line between human and machine is blurred. This is a story of Sarah, a young woman caught in a dark web of passion and power.

Chapter 1: Abduction

The rain-soaked streets of the Red Light District glistened under the neon lights, casting an eerie glow on the shadowy figures that lurked in the alleys. Jake, a seasoned private eye, navigated these streets with a sense of cautious familiarity. He had been hired to find Sarah, the girlfriend of a wealthy businessman, who had mysteriously disappeared.

Jake's investigation led him to a seedy nightclub called "Neo-Eden." The bouncer, a cybernetic brute with mechanical arms, granted him entry after a subtle exchange of credits. Inside, the club pulsed with synthetic music and the hum of cybernetic enhancements.

Across the room, Jake spotted Sarah. She was dressed in a revealing outfit, her once innocent eyes now smoldered with a mix of fear and desire. She was dancing sensually, clearly under some sort of influence, her movements alluring and hypnotic.

As Jake made his way towards her, a burly man with a scarred face and cybernetic implants stepped into his path. "This one is reserved, mate. Back off." Jake recognized the type: a enforcer for one of the syndicates that ran the underground sex trade.

A tense standoff ensued, but Jake's hand hovered over his concealed pistol, a custom-made smart-gun with neural links. "I'm taking her with me," he stated calmly.

The enforcer smirked. "Over my dead body."

In an instant, the club erupted into chaos. Jake's gun sang an electric melody as he fired, the neural links allowing him to target with deadly precision. The enforcer fell, his cybernetic enhancements failing him in the face of Jake's advanced weaponry.

Grabbing Sarah's hand, Jake pulled her through the club, dodging a hail of bullets and the panicked crowd. They burst out into the rainy alleyway, the neon lights reflecting off the puddles like distorted dreams.

Gasping for breath, Sarah turned to Jake, her eyes wide. "Thank you... but how did you find me?"

Jake's expression softened as he helped her into his hovercar. "Your boyfriend hired me. He never gave up hope."

As the car sped through the neon-dripping streets, Sarah shivered, her body still buzzing from the drugs that had been pumped into her system. "What did they do to me...?"

Chapter 2: Captivity

In a sleek, chrome-plated chamber, Sarah found herself imprisoned. The room was sparse, with cold metal walls and a single observation window. She felt the weight of unseen eyes watching her every move. Her body still ached from the rough treatment she had endured since her abduction.

A synthetic voice echoed through the chamber. "Subject Sarah, your training begins now. You will learn to obey and please."

Sarah's captors were experts in the art of breaking down their captives, both physically and mentally. They subjected her to a regimen of sexual conditioning, using a combination of drugs, cybernetic implants, and behavioral modification. Her willpower was slowly eroded, replaced by a burning desire to please her masters.

Day by day, Sarah's resistance faded. The implants in her body, designed to heighten pleasure and induce compliance, ensured that any attempt to defy her captors resulted in overwhelming sensations that left her begging for more. She became a slave to her own desires, her body responding involuntarily to their commands.

The observers behind the one-way mirror studied her every reaction, taking meticulous notes. They were scientists, engineers, and psychologists, refining their techniques to create the perfect pleasure slave. To them, Sarah was a specimen, a test subject for their twisted experiments.

As the days turned into weeks, Sarah's identity began to fracture. Her memories of her previous life faded, replaced by a singular focus: to serve and satisfy. The implants in her body and mind ensured that any thoughts of escape or rebellion were swiftly punished by a flood of painful stimuli.

Chapter 3: The Syndicate

The syndicate behind Sarah's abduction was known as "The Lotus Network," a powerful organization that operated in the shadows of Neo-Tokyo. They specialized in providing exotic pleasures to the city's elite, and Sarah was intended to be their crown jewel.

At the heart of the syndicate was a mysterious figure known only as "Mother Lotus." She was a master manipulator, a former psychologist who had embraced the potential of cybernetics and mind control. Mother Lotus orchestrated the transformation of captives like Sarah, molding them into obedient servants.

Mother Lotus observed Sarah's progress with a critical eye. "Her transformation is impressive. She has become a true hedonist, a slave to her desires. But we must ensure her loyalty remains unwavering."

To solidify Sarah's loyalty, Mother Lotus employed a combination of rewards and punishments. When Sarah pleased her captors, she was granted moments of exquisite pleasure, the likes of which she had never known before. But any act of defiance resulted in cruel deprivation, leaving her yearning for the release only they could provide.

Over time, Sarah's identity as a captive sex slave became entrenched. She was paraded before potential clients, her beauty and skills on full display. The syndicate profited immensely from her, and she became a sought-after commodity in the underground world of Neo-Tokyo.

Chapter 4: Escape

Months passed, and Sarah's hope of rescue faded. The drugs and implants had taken their toll, but a small spark of defiance remained deep within her. It was this spark that caught the attention of an underground resistance group known as the "Neo-Liberators."

The Neo-Liberators were a rogue collective of hackers and freedom fighters, dedicated to dismantling the syndicates that controlled Neo-Tokyo. They had been monitoring the activities of The Lotus Network, and Sarah's plight had become a symbol of the city's oppression.

One of the Neo-Liberators, a young hacker named Lex, managed to infiltrate the syndicate's systems. He discovered Sarah's true identity and the horrific experiments she had endured. Determined to free her, Lex devised a daring plan.

Lex manipulated the syndicate's systems, creating a momentary lapse in Sarah's security. During a routine transfer between chambers, Sarah found herself unguarded for the first time since her capture. It was her chance, and she took it.

Sarah fled through the sterile corridors, her heart pounding. The implants in her body screamed for release, but she pushed through the pain, driven by her desire for freedom. She reached an air vent and squeezed herself inside, scraping her skin on the metal grates.

The vent led her to the sewers below the city, a dark and putrid world untouched by neon lights. She stumbled through the filth, her once pristine body now bruised and battered. Finally, she emerged into an abandoned warehouse, collapsing from exhaustion.

Chapter 5: Redemption

The Neo-Liberators found Sarah and took her to their hidden base, a fortified safe haven in the heart of the city. There, she met other survivors of the sex slave trade, each with their own tales of horror and resilience.

Under the guidance of the Neo-Liberators, Sarah began the long and painful process of recovery. They helped her remove the implants, purging the syndicate's control over her body and mind. It was a traumatic journey, but with each step, Sarah reclaimed a piece of her former self.

As Sarah healed, her anger toward her captors grew. She learned of the many lives destroyed by The Lotus Network and the corruption that ran deep within Neo-Tokyo's elite. She realized that her freedom was tied to the downfall of the syndicates.

Together with the Neo-Liberators, Sarah became a force for change. She used her unique insights to infiltrate and sabotage the syndicate's operations. Her beauty and skills became weapons, turning clients against the syndicates and spreading dissent from within.

One by one, the syndicates fell, their leaders exposed and brought to justice. Mother Lotus, the architect of Sarah's captivity, was unmasked and put on trial. The city of Neo-Tokyo underwent a revolution, as the truth about the sex slave trade came to light.

In the aftermath, Sarah stood tall, a symbol of resilience and redemption. Her story inspired others to rise up against the oppressive forces that had controlled their lives. Neo-Tokyo began to heal, and a new era of freedom and cybernetic empowerment emerged.

As the city rebuilt, Sarah looked towards the future. Her experiences had left her forever changed, but she embraced the strength that came from surviving the unthinkable. With the Neo-Liberators by her side, she continued to fight for a world where no one would suffer the fate she had endured.

And so, in the neon-lit streets of Neo-Tokyo, a new legend was born. A tale of a captive turned liberator, a woman who rose from the depths of despair to shine a light in the darkest corners of the city. Sarah's story became a beacon, a reminder that even in a world of cybernetic enhancements and corporate control, the human spirit could never be truly enslaved.

Starting in June of 2006. i graduated HS in 2005. I'm 25 now, this was when i was 19. I had a rough school year that year, i studied my ass off and was struggling all year in school, when i got to the point where i said fuck it, and just dropped every class. i got a job apprenticing at a tattoo shop (not really a job, i didn't get paid i just got free tats and was first learning how to be a tattoo artist myself) when i started smoking weed a lot more than i ever really did before. I also tried coke for the first time, and would drink regularly.

I met a guy through the shop, who i will refer to as "Mark". mark was like 30 something at the time, working as a piercer there. he always had girls coming in and getting piercings from him, going in his booth for up to 20 minutes at a time, and i never saw money exchange hands. a lot of the time, the girls definitely didn't look 18, and I'm sure their parents weren't there letting this happen. my suspicions got the better of me after being there about 2 months and i walked into his booth to borrow his cell phone charger, and he's getting a blow job from a girl while her other friend was sitting at watching and laughing. he told me to come in, and i was just standing in the doorway, with the curtain over my shoulder, unsure as to what to do. he told the other girl i was a tattoo artist there, and that she should hook up with me. without really any hesitation, she got up and started to come over to me and kiss me. i kissed her back for about 10 seconds, before i pushed her off and walked out. after a couple minutes they all came out of the booth and the girls left and mark came back over to me. he was laughing lightly and simply asked me why i didn't get a blow job or fuck her or whatever. and i was like well man, i have a girlfriend, you know that. and plus i don't even think those girls were legal. and he said and ill never forget exactly what he said to me that day. "who fucking cares about their ages man? they want dick just as much as any girl". and i was totally about to debate him, but i had no valid argument. i agreed.

I've always known deep down i find younger girls (around 14 - 18) attractive, but never really fantasized about doing anything about it. but i definitely realize their beauty. working at the tattoo shop i got to see a lot of girls, and after picking up piercing in 2008, i got to pierce a lot of tits. some clits, but they were older women and 20 something year olds. the 17 year olds coming in getting their tits pierced was awesome as fuck though, and even one time, a mother and daughter both got them done at the same time. mothers tits were saggy as fuck and gross though.

now i apologize to anybody thinking this is the extent of my confession. that was only the beginning, I'm trying to give you a light history as to how this whole thing happened. i was exposed to younger girls for a couple years. i worked with mark off and on, at two different shops together. we shared girls and even had a foursome with two girls somewhere along the lines, but after awhile, it wasn't cutting it for me. i wanted more excitement, i wanted more passion.

i started using cocaine heavily at this point, winter 2009. it wasn't to the point i was beating anybody for drugs or stealing or anything, but a lot of my income (at that time i was making around 60k a year) was going to blow. i was constantly working, i co owned a shop with a friend of mine from high school, and we were doing ok. he also did coke, and i was the one who sold it to him. He became ALOT worse than me at it, and he would go on binges of 2 or 3 days without sleep or food. he was to the point it was almost sickening to watch.

well after awhile of this behavior from him, he started messing around trying to get a lot more coke than he could afford, trying to sell it. he was cutting it so much, he couldn't even sell it to anyone because it was shit, and secondly, i was selling to everyone he was trying to sell it to. this pissed me off, but i let it slide and kind of helped him out and would give him more than i would give anyone else.

well i remember the day, he calls me at like 2:45am. i shoulda said i remember the night, but oh well. early morning. he sounded like fucking shit, like he had just blown an eight ball and called me a second later. he was talking fast as hell rambling on about fucking up horribly. this was normal for me, i would listen, mumble every things gonna be ok, and tell him id see him tomorrow. well he started to yell, then get quiet and say to himself no don't yell don't yell. he said dude you have to come over my house. you have to come over right now. and i kept asking him why, what was so important? he just basically broke down and said he couldn't tell me, but he needed me to come over. so i got on my clothes i took off about a half hour before to try to get a couple hours of sleep, and headed to his apartment. it was only 4 blocks away so i ran.

i go in his building and up to his floor and knocked on his door. he let me in after it sounded like he was moving shit around, and i came in took off my jacket and said what the fuck was the big deal?

he lead me into his family room and sat me down on the couch. at this point I'm pissed that he's all coked out, hasn't paid me yet for any of it, and is probably going to rant on about how he needs more or something. well he looks at me and is like, we need to go to the store. we need a lot of things. and i look at him and say dude, what the hell are you talking about? i get up, and I'm walking over to the kitchen to at least drink a beer because I'm awake, and i almost fell over. i fucking kicked a body laying on the ground.

under me, on the hardwood floor, was a girl, half naked, with only pajama pants and socks on. laying on the floor. no blood, no wounds or anything. I'm thinking ok so she's passed out drunk or something. maybe she's sleeping and he wanted her to leave. but then it occurred to me. why the fuck would he call me, tell me to come over in such a rush and say we needed to go to the store to buy things? I'm pretty sure this bitch is dead at this point. i back away. i almost vomited. i sat back down. i asked him to explain how the fuck this was happening.

he told me he got the ball from me earlier in the night when we were leaving the shop (around 1030, it was a slow weekday night) and he went to his friends house. his friend apparently didn't have any money to do the blow, so he came up with an idea. he was going to get my friend some pussy for some coke. my friend of course said ok, that would be fine. the other guy said he would have to go out and call his friend and for my friend to come with. they both hopped in the car, and while they were driving through the city, the other guy randomly stopped on side street. a girl they had passed was walking past the side street, and didn't walk down it, and kept walking. the guy then turned the car back on, and pulled onto the main street then onto another side street. he turned off the car, and got out this time. the girl walked down the side street, and apparently the guy struck a conversation with the girl.

my friend is thinking at this point that the girl is this guys friend, and she's going to come and fuck him later. well, the guy takes out a rag, puts it over her mouth, yells at my friend to open the back door, they throw her in the car, and they drive off back to his friends house. when they get to the house, for one reason or another, the guy didn't want to stay there, so they went to my friends house. the one who's living room I'm sitting in now wondering why theres a body on the floor.

so once inside, my friend started to scream at the guy and all this shit, and the guy casually explains, he found someone my friend could fuck, and when he was done, all they'd have to do is put her somewhere out of the city after feeding her a bunch of xanax and she wouldn't be the wiser. well how coked up my friend was, he went along with it. he said he and his friend fucked her for an hour or two, and then his friend left unexpectedly to let my friend deal with the girl. my friend said he couldn't drag her out of his apartment alone or drive her anywhere because he didn't have a car. so this was apparently where came in. well the first thing i did once i knew the whole story, i went back over to her. checked her pulse. thank fucking god she was alive.

second thing i did, was ask if he had any xanax. and he said of course. i asked if he had fed her any yet. he hadn't. so i crushed up two 1mg pills put it in a shot of water mixed it around, i layed her on her back and poured it down her throat. good, now she will be out for a little longer. i wasn't trying to have her wake up in the middle of my brainstorming.

now i know what you think. yeah this guy couldn't have been so calm and collected during this. I'm writing this years later, describing what i was DOING. my mind was absolute shit at this point. i had vivid hallucinations of police running through the door arresting us both. this girl looked 16 or so, she was half naked drugged and unconscious on my friends floor, and i just fed her anti anxiety pills commonly used for date rape.

i look at my friend after i gave her the zannies. i said i need to go home and get my car. we need to do this quick, before its like 5 or 6 am, and more people are leaving their apartments going to work or whatever the fuck their doing. anybody up at this hour is most likely drunk or fucked up so we should be fine if we get her to my car in 4 minutes and nobody sees. so I'm about to walk out the door. when it occurs to me.

i look back over at the floor, see this girl laying there. its too easy. as I'm walking over to her I'm taking my belt off. my friend looks at me like I'm crazy and is like what the hell are you doing?! we have to get her out of here man! and I look back and say, dude, if you don't shut the fuck up, you'll be the one laying on this goddamn floor. I'm tired, i got a bunch of shit to do tomorrow morning, you call me over here for the weirdest fucking request anyone has ever asked me, I'm going to fuck this girl. because if i don't, and we get fucked for this, i would totally regret not doing it. he started to argue me, i said stfu a couple more times, and he sat back down.

i got down on the ground, i took off her pajama pants. stared at her pubic hair airstrip down to her nice pussy. just looked at it for a minute. i licked my fingers, and slid two of them up and down her slit. i started to put them inside her, and it felt so weird. whenever i fingered a girl before, it was responsive, and would tighten up however i moved my fingers. with her, there was nothing. i was still rock hard, I've had a sleep fetish forever and this was pretty damn close to that. a girl who is laying there susceptible to whatever you want to dish out, taking it all no matter what.

i whipped my dick out and rubbed it along her clit, and as I'm doing this, i suddenly yelled to my friend, go and grab my fucking car and bring it back here. i threw him my keys. he got up and ran out the door. i looked back down at her, laying on her back, i started to slap her tits around. nice B cups, and bent down and sucked on the left one. then i guided my cock up to her pussy, and rubbed the head of it up and down her slit. i really had to spit on my dick like three times to get it wet enough to get it inside. once it was in, i just really pounded it like how you would beat off when you really just wanted to cum as quick as possible. after about two minutes of thrusting, i felt the cum building up.

i pulled out right before i busted, and i opened her mouth, and came into her throat. i took more water from a cup on the coffee table, and poured a little in her mouth. i put my clothes back on, washed my hands, washed my face with water, then i went and grabbed a bunch of baby wipes from the bathroom. yeah, i knew my friend had those, he docent use toilet paper he docent like it he uses those like pre wet baby wipes. weird, but in this situation i was thankful. i put one around my fingers, and shoved it up her pussy. rubbed it around the edges, and rubbed her face with it. i ended up grabbing around 10 more, rubbing her whole body down with them. i don't really know if that would destroy evidence, but i did it anyway.

after what seemed like eternity, my friend comes rushing in the door. he wants to know how were going to get her out of the apartment, and into the car. i asked where he parked, and he said out front. i said no you dumb fuck, theres a camera out front your building remember? we need to take her out the back in to the alley. I'm going to find some girls clothes and dress her up. he didn't have any clothes from girls or anything like that, so i put her in a big hoodie and picked her up. i said i would pretend she was sick and i would mutter how she needs to feel better and wed be home soon down the hallways so if anyone came out their door they would think i was ushering a sick girl home to her own bed. i said go now, get the car, and pull up out back. it took me about 10 minutes to carry her down 4 flights of stairs to the back door. thank god the only person who saw me was an old lady who was walking her dog to the end of the hallway to piss on her neighbors door. dumb bitch. everyone in the building hated her. she would probably forget in ten minutes i even passed her. i finally get outside, my friend has my car idling there. he opens the back door, i throw her in the seat, and i hop in and he gets in the back seat. i was going to say get up front, but it made more sense. when i pull over, he can just open the door and push her out.

i have no idea where I'm going to go to do this in a secluded area. so i just drive. i got on the highway, and i drove a couple exits till i wasn't in the actual city. every red light i was debating just doing it right there. but eventually, we got to a stretch of road that wasn't well lit and it was secluded. woods on both sides. so i pulled over real quick, and he opened his door, and kind of slid her off the seat. he told me i was good to go, and i drove forward, and he shut the door. i looked in the rear view mirror, she was about 3 feet off the shoulder on the grass, not super visible, but if you drove by, you would definitely see. no cars were coming, so i sped down the road and back onto another more lit road and drove around till i found the highway again.

by the way, he took off his hoodie i put on her, pretty much last second before i pulled over. thank god, because that might have been evidence against him.

so long story short, or should i say long story even longer, was we finally got back to his apartment, by this time, it was pretty much light out. we both get upstairs and i laid down on his couch. for what had happened, i was surprisingly calm. i felt pretty damn good. i told him it was fucked up to get into a situation like that, but hey, i was just as guilty as he was for going along with it. we drank a couple beers, decided on not opening the shop in a couple hours, and went to sleep.

i really never forgot about it like i woke up the next day and rehashed it so many times n my head, fucking her, pounding what felt like her lifeless body, and nutting all in her mouth. i knew my friend would never tell anyone either, i mean, why risk it? but anyway, the next night, we were at a bar we tend to frequent for a couple drinks a couple nights a week. somebody was talking about how someone they knew heard about someone THEY knew who got "kidnapped" and then was found outside the city the next day. me and my friend looked at each other, and asked the guy what he knew, and seemed mesmerized something like this would happen. it was almost funny in an eerie sort of way.

needless to say, nothing has ever come of it, and I've since quit all drugs completely, my friend still smokes weed and we both drink but other than that, were doing ok. the guy who actually grabbed the girl in the first place is in jail now apparently according to my friend. armed robbery. could of seen that coming.

well i feel a lot better, I'm confident that this won't get back to me, unless someone does a shitton of digging and finds out the actual incident, but i don't even think it was reported to the police or in the paper or anything. so good luck.

ONE LAST FINAL NOTE. to anybody who says pics or any bullshit, i totally would of taken pics and vids of her and me fucking her, but i still wouldntve posted them on here. maybe a pic if i blurred the face, but yeah ir egret not having a camera. well my hands fucking hurt like shit from typing this up so franticly. at least if you think its fake, you read the whole thing and enjoyed it. i know what i did. i don't care what you anonymous people think. the more people who think its fake, the better off i am anyway.

I confess that I fantasize about sliding my dick into a nice pussy that is being slowly fucked by a smooth young dick. I have never been with a man and I don't imagine a face in this fantasy but it makes me hot to imagine two dicks slipping in and out of a wet pussy. As the pussy is being completely satisfied and the line between pleasure and pain is blurred, my hard dick can feel the throbbing heat of the other dick. Smooth, hot, and slippery we pump our cocks and pre-cum into this pretty pussy. It is obvious that the girl has lost all control and is now pushing back on our dicks hard and fast. Doesn't it make it so much hotter when you know for certain that the pussy you are pleasing is thoroughly and unmistakably enjoying the smashing it is taking? We fuck her into a powerful orgasm. Her pussy feels like it is going to squeeze my dick off with every contraction. I am going to cum but I don't want to yet. I feel the other dick jerking deep in this pussy and as he pulls back for another thrust I hear a moan. Shoving his dick back in I feel the first spurt of warm cum on the head of my dick. I lose it and push as hard as I can against the cumming cock causing me to cum as well. We continue pumping slowly, rubbing against each other's dicks, mixing our cum together in a well fucked pussy.

If I have to choose a category, this'll have to be a confession. This story is part fantasy, part experience. Which is which? Well, isn't the blurred line what turns us on?

My daughter turned twenty a few years ago. She and her friends threw a big party to celebrate the milestone together. They rented a hotel ballroom, and asked some of their parents to chaperone the whole thing. Because kids like to say they want to be independent, but aren't they glad mommy is there to prepare the food and clean up the mess.

Anyway, I'm manning (or womanning?) the bar, serving drinks, making sure the kids don't get too drunk, or that none of the boys try to spike a drink. The party goes fine. My daughter is having fun, nobody passed out horribly, so that's my job well done.

It's close to 2am. I'm on the end of my shift. Kids are still partying, but things at the bar are slow at that point. I've been riding the line between tipsy and drunk for most of the evening. There's this girl that comes for a drink. I've seen her at home before, she worked on a school project with my daughter. That was maybe 5 or 6 years prior. Her name is Claire. She has long, black hair, and cute brown eyes. She usually wears glasses, but she didn't at the party. She's wearing a nice blue dress. Her make up is nice and discreet and it highlights her face just perfectly.

My inebriated brain thinks she's cute. I mean, she objectively is. But she's also young enough to be my daughter. In fact, I know her birth date is the same month as my daughter's. Taboo says there's too much of an age different age here. And I find the thought attractive. Normally, I would leave it at that. But the alcohol in my system allows the thought to linger.

Claire asks for something without alcohol. She doesn't like alcohol, she says she saw her mother drink herself asleep too many times. I ask her how the night is going. She says it's okay, but I feel she's not having a great time. From what I remembered, Claire was one of the quiet ones. The kind that's a loyal friend once you get to know her, but who might seem cold when you don't.

We strike up a conversation. Eventually she tells me nobody's asked her to dance, and she didn't really have the courage to ask anybody. I tell her if I was her age, I'd happily dance with her. She blushes a little bit. She finishes her drink and she's about to leave the bar. "Thanks for the drink, Missus J" she says.

I correct her. "It's Miss J now, all single and ready to mingle," I joke, but also not really. She was leaving but she stops in her track and turns back to the bar. I'm not sure if that piqued her interest or if it was like a pity thing, but she said she was sorry to hear that. We talk about the fallout between me and my now ex. Nothing dramatic really, we just both agreed there wasn't much chemistry left and decided to end it.

Towards the end of the conversation, I'm pouring myself a drink. "Didn't you have enough of it already?" she says. She's right of course, I've had more than enough. So I pour myself a coke instead and sip on it for a while. Claire stayed at the bar and pulled out her phone. Not sure if she's actually reading something or just doing it to keep me company. At 2am on the dot, one of the other parents comes to relieve me of my duty.

I go to leave the bar, but I'm a little wobbly. This is when you realise you were drunk the whole time. The parent offers to help me away, but Claire says she'll do it. I tell her I booked a room at the hotel. I kinda knew this would happen, and also I live all the way across town. I know other parents have booked rooms as well, so it's not weird.

I put my arm around her shoulder, and she does the same. That's how I notice she smells nice, like strawberry I think. And the skin on her shoulder feels soft. The lingering thought is still there. She's cute, she's young, I'm aroused. We walk to my room. I open the door. She helps me all the way to the bed. She's about to leave when I ask "Do you want to dance with me?"

"I don't think you're in a state to dance," she says. Nonsense, I think, and I get up and immediately start falling. She catches me before I fall though. I don't think I did that consciously, though maybe my drunk brain is more devious than I think. But I'm holding Claire in my arms now. Or more like she's holding me, but still counts.

She helps me sit back down on the bed. "Are you going to be okay?" she asks. I tell her she can go back to the party, but she says she's just going to go home. I ask her why she doesn't want to stay, she says it's not really her scene. Shocking revelation, I know. "A cute girl like you shouldn't be going home alone," I say. She blushes again. "You are cute, you know," I say. She's flustered. In my drunken state I'm straight on hitting on her and she doesn't know how to respond.

Then I start bringing my face closer to hers and close my eyes. I'm drunk and horny, I'm going for it. I half expect to be slapped or pushed away. But then I find her lips. It's just a little peck, but she lets it happen. I open my eyes. I can see she's like paralysed. I think she's struggling with the fact I'm old enough to be her mom. I can see she's having conflicting thoughts, and she's having all these feelings sober! No wonder she can't process it.

I say "I'm sorry, I don't know what took me over." She doesn't say a word, she's still stunned. Finally she says something. "I've never kissed a girl before." I put an arm around her. She doesn't flinch. I move closer. I close my eyes again. This time I don't go for a peck. This time I put my lips against hers. Then I push my tongue past her lips to find hers. I bring my other hand to caress her face while we're still kissing. I'm not sure if it's her perfume or her lipstick, but her kiss tastes like strawberry.

I break the kiss. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" I ask.
"We shouldn't," she says
"We're both adults here."
"You could be my mom."
"Is it wrong I think that's exciting?"
She doesn't know what to reply.
"If you don't feel comfortable, I'm sorry," I say.
But she doesn't leave.

I slide a strap of her dress off her shoulder. Then the other one. I pull the top of her dress down. She's braless. Her boobs are small, but nicely shaped. I put a hand on one of them. She puts her hand on mine. We kiss again.

I start unbuttoning my blouse. She helps me finish. I take it off. I'm wearing a bra, nothing fancy, just comfy. She unclasps it. My breast are bigger than hers, I'm a D cup and she's probably a B. She's transfixed by them. "You can touch," I say. So she does, with both hands.

After that, I put both my arms around her and pull her against me for another long kiss. I feel her breasts against mine, my hand are gently caressing her sides, and she still tastes like strawberry, I'm buzzed, I'm horny, I'm flush with all the best emotions. If there's a heaven, that's what it feels like.

I break the embrace. "She me yours, I'll show you mine," I say. She gets up. She pulls her dress completely down. She's wearing black lingerie panties. It's the really nice kind that you'll wear on a date when you expect somebody will see them.

I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and she helps me pull them off. I'm wearing plain undies. Had I known, I would have worn something sexier, but she doesn't complain. I take her panties down. She does the same for me.

I have a bit of a stubble, but I'm shaven. She has a full bush. It's trimmed around the edges, but it's a jungle down there. Doesn't bother me though. I think I even said "nice bush" out loud when I saw it. I lay back on the bed. She lays on top of me. We kiss some more.

This is so good, but I'm also so tired. We were cuddling and she got up. I'm not entirely sure why. I think I asked her to make sure the door was closed and locked. But while she was up, I fell asleep.

The next morning, my head is pounding. I wonder if it was a dream for a second, but I can feel her breath against my skin. I'm on my back, left arm around her. She's on her side, cuddling me, her left arm over my torso. We're both naked. I bring my right arm around to caress her arm.

She starts moving ever so slightly. I stop touching her, and I say softly "wake up". Her eyes open. She smiles to me. I smile to her. I'm not sure how to talk about what happened, so I don't and instead I tell her I should get going home. She says she should too.

I dress up. She dresses up. I open the door, check the corridor. It's clear. I don't kiss her goodbye, I shake her hand. I don't know why I did that. I watch her leave and then I decide to use the bathroom and get a shower.

Under the shower, I think about last night. I think about Claire. I think I shouldn't have, she's too young for me. But I think her lips taste so good, her skin was so soft, her breast were so cute. I let the hot water run, and I put a hand on my clit. Then I put my other hand on my vag. And I masturbate how I know best, massaging my clit and putting a couple fingers in at the same time. I keep at it until I come, which doesn't take very long that time.

I think now that's done, I can forget about it. I was drunk. It was a mistake. I probably won't see her again anyways. Just let it go.

The end?

Well, if it's a question mark, you know it's not, but that'll have to be another story.

TL:DR my wifes getting hit on by her (Female2male) ts friend.

So I snoop my wifes emails/fb/etc normally there nothing that interesting out side of porn (exclusive anal). I my sexual orientation is what ever my dick wants my wife insists she's straight. She once agreed to a threesome then back out of the idea because finding the right girl/time/place was to hard.

Today I found a message exchange between her and a TS friend (female to male). Lets call her Lara

Back ground;
Lara and my wife had the same university social circle
Lara used to be cute bi/lesbian
Lara had a crush on my wife
My wife and I now live in a different country
Snooping email years back I discovered a confession from Lara for sleeping with my wife's then finance (despite him having performance problems)
My wife said she never fooled around with Lara
Lara move to another country and became a full on hairy dyke
Lara moved again to our country she's now about 4hrs away from us.
Lara started to take testosterone she now looks meh in need of a good wash
I know she lurks on my wife's Facebook (she also friend requested me but I haven't accepted)

Lara sent the wife a drunk rambling message (which is hard to understand because I have to google translate it). Where basically she says she misses my wife, apologises for shagging her finance (my wife asked "who else did he do this with..." but got no answer), says oh you so pretty, I took xyz class because you were in it, something about being her 2nd husband, she goes on to say she wants to visit.

My wife mean while is ignoring most of what her friend is saying. But she didn't shut it down either, says thank you for the compliments. Even when her friend asks to stay she just says some other time.

If this was a guy i'd put an end that shit but Lara still has a pussy. So my quandary is I could have a threesome. However Lara's batshit crazy and as a guy shes not attractive (I'd rather fuck a feminine guy than a butch dyke). However other than that its textbook prefect. It wouldn't take that much to get them all in the same bed. In my wifes eyes Lara's would be a safe pick because she lives far enough away but not too far for a 1 night stand, the wife knows her, isn't threaten by her (as she would another girl), blurred lines between straight and bi. For me Lara clearly doesn't mind taking cock (probably up the ass too), I think Lara is sub so I could be rough with her (something my wife hates), once the fucking starts from me what people look like matter less that the act of what we're doing, I think this could give my wife the confidence to swing with other people.