Chapter 9
The guards have come to the realization that you enjoy most of the abuse they've been heaping on you. That led them to start searching out more and more depraved ways to torture and use you, in hope of finding your breaking point.
One of them stumbled across the work of Dolcett on the internet and wondered if they could do it to you.
As much as the idea of impaling you on a spit and roasting you alive sounded like fun they decided they have to keep you alive. Too much paperwork if you die. And besides they're having far too much fun torturing you to have it end so soon.
Instead, they decide that they are going to impale you in the spit and roast you but only for half an hour.
There's a company picnic coming up for the 4th of July so it's the perfect time to barbecue you.
The picnic is being held in a clearing in the woods. It's warm and sunny and all the guards are relaxed, drinking, and happy. It would be a wholesome scene except for the naked sissy slut bound to the trees at the edge of the clearing. Standing, spread eagled, wrists and ankles tied to two trees.
The fire pit has been lit. They're just waiting for the fire to burn down and the coals to get hot.
While you're waiting to be "cooked" the warm summer breezes caress your naked, slutty, thicc body. Your nipples have grown hard, and your pathetic little cock is starting to stir too.
As the fire starts to die down your untied and led to the picnic table and told to climb up onto it. On your hands and knees, ass in the air, they start to prepare you for roasting.
Your hair is soaked and tied up. Herbs and onions are shoved into your boipussy. For flavour. An apple is pushed into your mouth. Not so much for flavour but only to make you look a like a roasting piglet.
They make you lay flat on the table and a large, round, stake is laid the length of your body. Ropes soon secure you to it. A wooden Frame is laid across your shoulders and you're soon bound to it as well. Lastly, a thick, long wooden stake is pushed deep into your gaping cunt and attached to the spit.
The entire time they're preparing you the guards talk about you in the 3rd person. They refer to you as "her" sometimes, but usually, "it".
Two burly guards grab each end of the spit and hoist you off the table. It's uncomfortable, but not quite painful. More than anything it's humiliating. You're a piece of meat, yet again, for their amusement. This time quite literally.
The heat hits you immediately when they put the spit in its rack. A small motor is going to rotate you over the fire, just like a fucking animal to be consumed.
It doesn't take long for the heat to start making you dizzy and light headed. It's also turning you on.
The heat licking at your useless cock with each rotation. The guards laughing at you and enjoying the spectacle.
After a few minutes they break out the barbecue sauce and start pouring it all over your limp body. Covering you, head to toe in sticky sweet sauce. A bottle gets shoved up your ass and the sauce pours in to mix with the other ingredients already inside you.
You've lost track of time. You're hoping you don't have to endure too much more. You can feel your cock and balls starting to singe. Your tits are glowing hot. The pain is becoming almost too much to take. Your screams and pleading are muffled by the apple in your mouth. Not that any of them would take pity and offer you relief.
The last thing you remember hearing, before you passed out, is one of them saying "Three more minutes and then we'll take the meat off the fire."
You're awakened by a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. Every inch of your body feels like it's been sunburnt. To make matters worse you're covered in sticky sweet barbecue sauce.
The guards want to get you cleaned up a little before the next stage of the festivities bit there's no hose to spray you down with. Then a brilliant idea emerges.
You're tossed on the ground, still tied to the spit, and the four dogs that have been hanging around are called over. They quickly begin licking the sticky sweet sauce off of you. Their rough tongues dragging across your burnt body is agonizing. Because you're a sick fuck, you like it. You start to moan and wiggle around to give the dogs access to more of you. Especially your pathetic little cock.
A couple of the guards notice what you're doing and start to laugh. They point out to everyone that you're fucking enjoying it. Everyone agrees that you're the most depraved, filthy, amoral, piece of fuck meat they've ever seen. They're excited about it. It means they can do anything to you. No matter how depraved, degrading, disgusting, violent, or taboo.
While they are chatting about what to do next, one of the dogs lifts his leg and starts pissing on you. The hot stream feels scalding on your burnt skin. It splashes across your stomach and chest. Some of it gets up around your neck and you open your mouth, hoping to be able to drink some of it to relieve your incredible thirst.
Everyone has gone silent, watching in amazement. When the second dog starts pissing on your chest you wiggle around to take it in the face. The hot dog piss in your mouth giving you relief from the thirst and a fantastic thrill at being able to be so fucking filthy. It's at that moment that the last 2 dogs start pissing all over your hard, but pathetic, cock. Your moans of pleasure leave the guards, and their wives, laughing and cheering.
Because it's the 4th of July the guards have brought along a bunch of flags, firecrackers and decorations to celebrate the day.
The dogs have licked you clean and lost interest in pissing on you so everyone is looking for a new amusement.
It's time to do some decorating.
You're untied from the spit and another bucket of ice cold water is thrown on your limp body. As you lay there, dazed, aroused, humiliated, you wonder what fucked up thing they could possibly have in mind.
A kick to the ribs gets you on your back. A couple more kicks and you're spread eagle in the grass.
One of the wives has brought a bunch of small flags. The paper ones with a wooden stick. She wants to shove them in your piss hole. The only problem is you've gone limp. It would be much easier if your clit was hard. It only takes her a moment to figure out how to get you hard again. She drops her panties, lifts her dress, squats over your face and starts to piss. It works like a charm. You can't help yourself. You open your slut mouth and drink it all down as quickly as you can. The shame and humiliation does what it was intended to do. Your useless cock is nice and hard again.
With her cunt still firmly pressed to your face she begins sliding the stick of the flag down into your cock. You're so embarrassed and ashamed at how much you're loving this treatment.
She manages to push two more flags into your pisshole. As she hops off your face she tells you to get the fuck up. You're exhausted and hesitant. A quick kick in the head and a slap across the face gets your moving. Your struggle to your feet.
She instructs you to show everyone how patriotic you are and to start waving the flags. Your efforts aren't even close to what she wants and she kicks you in the ass, over and over, making you stumble around, and making your faggot clit wiggle. The laughter from the crowd is so fucking humiliating and you wonder what the fuck is wrong with you that you love it.
That's when someone suggests that they should tun you into a proper flag pole.
Chapter 10

Having grown tired of watching your futile attempts to wave the little flags jammed in your pisshole the wives have decided to turn you into a “proper” flag pole.

A shovel is tossed at your feet and you’re ordered to start digging. They want a hole two feet deep and 3 feet wide. And you had better hurry the fuck up. Your efforts are decent to being but because of all the abuse you’ve endured so far today you start to tire and slow down. A crack of the whip then the sting as it bites into your ass. You dig faster. Another crack and another stripe across your sissy ass. You don’t speed up digging but your clit starts to involuntarily grow. This prompts laughter and ridicule from the guards, and particularly, the women. They can’t believe just how much of a pathetic, pain and abuse craving, sissy slut you really are.

Before too long the hole is complete. She shoves you to your knees at the edge of the hole, facing it. Turning to one of the other wives she says, “Jenn, bring the big flag and pole over here. We’re going to do this up right. Real patriotic.” She shoves you forward, so that you fall into the hole. Because of the size of the hole only your upper body fits. Your ass is in the air, sticking straight up. Completely gaping and exposed.

As she hands over the flagpole Jenn says, “I don’t think it’s going to fit. It’s way to big.” It’s not going to matter if it’s too big or not. One way or another it’s going in your cunt. Lubed, dry. No one cares.

The fat, wooden, flag pole is pushed up against the entrance to your cunt and pressure is slowly applied. It’s starting to work its way in. You do your best to relax and push out, to get the pole in your cunt without too much pain and tearing. It helps, but there is still so much of the huge pole to go.

She starts to lose patience with the progress and starts shoving harder and harder. Your cries for her to please stop are, obviously, ignored and you’re told to shut the fuck up and take it. You’re reminded that you’re only there to entertain them. Your pain doesn’t matter. Besides, she says, your hard clit says you’re enjoying it. She makes you admit you like it. You have to yell, loudly, for everyone to hear, that you like having the flag pole shoved up your ass.

Jenn starts to help. Between the two of them they’re able to force the pole deep into your cunt. Judging by how full you feel, you think there’s about two feet of hard wood up inside you. You’re ashamed of yourself for being proud of how much you can take.

Once it’s firmly in place a flag is attached to pole. It gently unfurls in the breeze. The wind playing with the cloth makes the pole move around in your cunt, pushing it from side to side. It feels like the wind is fucking you.

Your told that you cannot let the flag fall. It’s disrespectful. If it falls you’ll be beaten unconscious.
The group goes back to drinking, snacking and playing games, leaving you there. An object to amuse them.
After about half an hour you notice the dogs are sniffing around you, curious as to why you’re there. Realizing you’re not moving much they conclude you’re not a person and start pissing on you, like they would any tree, bush or shrub. At first they piss on your ass, because the flag pole is a natural place for them to piss. Eventually though they piss on your shoulders, back and face. Because you’re in the hole it’s really convenient for them to piss all over you.
Everyone sees it happening but there’s no way they’re going to stop it. It’s way too funny. Hell, not only are they not going to stop it, they’re going to join in. For the next hour you endure an almost non-stop rain of piss. All over your back and ass, all over the back of your head. In your face. So much in your face. Each time someone pisses in your face you open your mouth and drink in as much as you’re able. You try to be subtle about it so they don’t see you drinking it but eventually you’re caught. It’s decided that if you’re going to do that you might was well be a urinal for them for the rest of the evening. From that point on all of the piss, and theres so much because of all the beer drinking, is aimed at your mouth.
The sun is starting to fade from the sky. The coming darkness signals the next stage of the days festivities. The fireworks display is going to be amazing this year!

Love how this outfit shows off her thick body and large breasts. Wonder how many guys in the crowd were checking her 23 yo body?

I am looking to find a woman in the Orlando area or just near Orlando that wants to be shown off. I want to dress you in the sluttiest thing you own, no panties or bra. The bring you to a crowded place. Have you nice and horny, nipples poking through. Walk around a little and have you show off how naughty you are dressed. Then find a place and let them watch as I touch, grope and finger your pussy. Go until we feel like we are close to being in trouble or you cum. Maybe let them watch you blow me. If there is anything you want to add or do just ask. As I said, any age 18+, race and weight.Hope we can have some fun.

I confess that I am sick of big corporate businesses, Walmart for example. I am sick of going into that fucking store and seeing 12 ppl (managers i presume, the ones w/ the 2 way radios) standing around smacking their gum acting like they are big shit because they have a radio....Go fuck yourselves you fat fucking pigs.

Second, there is 18 registers to which only 2 of them are open...Wtf cant you ppl see that their is a crowd of 40+ customers waiting to make their purchases and leave..for fuck sakes

Third, As i exit the store the greeter/receipt checker person demands to see my fucking receipt. I payed for the shit, it is in walmart bags put their by a walmart employee...back the fuck off.... This happend yesterday I had 1 case of pop and 2 small bags.. as i exited the store the cunt said can i see your receipt..i said why?... she said i just need to check it. I said it is one of those bags but why do you need to check it? The cunt dug through my recently purchased property to find it.. when she exited my bag w/ the receipt I said are you under the impression that i have stolen something? She said UHH Well Noooo, just as snotty as possible... I quickly snatched my receipt from her hand and said then you dont need my receipt so fuck off... she called security on her lil dumb walmart radio.. I lol'd as i left...

Fourth, I am tired of being hijacked by these ppl outside of the store begging for money... mother fucker, I need someone to donate to me...Fuck off

Has anyone ever seen the movie Falling down w/ Michael Douglas? That is how I am starting to feel.....Ugggggghhhhhhhhhh

Married, 40, and I am addicted to sucking dick. have done it since I was 19 at GWU. Had NO INTEREST in dick at the time. guys cruised the men's rooms there and i had no idea. got really mad at guys staring and following me out the restroom one day. next day was curious and went back. was obvious then. sat in a stall. guy shoved his cock under. i did nothing that day, but soon was in there 5 days a week several hours at a time, wearing college girls satin panties stolen from the dorm laundry. sucked my first cock with the stall door open, sitting on the toilet in my stolen panties, guy standing and fucking my mouth more or less. bunch of guys crowded in and just outside the stall watching and jerking off. before long i would go there and be on my knees surrounded by cock sucking them all. 21 years later and i suck cock at rest areas, in mens rooms, in my house when wife is away or here asleep, adult video places, adult theaters. i just recently started getting fucked! i love it. i want to be fucked and fucked and fucked. i want to be fucked by dogs and know a guy that will make it happen for me and have almost gone thru with it a few times. i steal panties from bedrooms of my wife's friends, sister-in-law and cousins. my cousin. my other cousin's wife. my wife's cousin's little girl. my wife mother. my sister. i want to have my mother-in-law 'catch me' jerking off. i want my father-in-law to feed me his dick. i tied the wife and fucked her ass the other night on cam. i want to tie her in a motel and have her gangraped on camera by fat old men. i want her to have to watch me gangraped by black men. i want a man to shit in my mouth and make me keep it there until he is done fucking me, then piss all over it and hold from behind gag me with his hand and make me swallow.

i masturbate all the time in public places, like bookstores, in waiting rooms, and walking down a crowded street. once i even managed to cum all over the shorts of a woman who was standing in front of me.

Okay so I used to date this girl Hannah (in the pic). When I got with her she was totally innocent, a virgin. Not bragging but I was her first. I know it's out of place to say this on Motherless but it actually was a beautiful.

We broke up when she went to uni. After a year of being away she came back and honestly, she looks like she's aged a thousand years. She's got a fucking horrible tattoo, there's pics of her on facebook partying with i have no idea how many guys, and bad attitude and is really just a bitch.

So this is a example of what can happen to a good girl when she falls into the wrong crowd.

Pictures were taken one year apart.

Happy Saturday! Getting ready to meet some friends here before we go to a different BBQ with them. Starting with this bikini here but bringing a different more conservative for later. If crowd is right she will make sure to tie it in a way to show more.

Looking for a video of a black guy cumming on a girl in a crowded subway car. The girl is wearing a green dress and has a great ass. Dude blows a big one after rubbing his dick up on her for a few minutes. I thought I had it in my collection but cant find it. Any leads or links would be appreciated.

A new story about a catholic french canadian whore. Very hot and filthy

http://eroticostory.com/True-confession.html

Here is an extract :

My name is Sandra. Each Sunday I go to the church and all the time, I go directly to the confessional. There, I can say everything that I want, especially the bad things that I do. Usually, it is reverent Douglas who is on the other side. I'm not suppose to know who he is, but, you know, sometimes he and I have some fun after the session, especially when I've been a very bad girl. So this week, I hope he is there, because I want my punishment, very badly. But this week, instead of reverent Douglas, it is another priest. A younger one, should I say. I knew it by the tone of his voice.
After the introduction, I started to confess my sins.
--- I've been a very bad girl this week, father. First, last Sunday, after the ceremony, I went to the back of the church and sat down to look at the crowd. I was excited because of what appended between the reverent and me. Cau'se, he and I had sex in the confessional and I enjoyed every drop of cum that he ejaculate in my mouth. But, since I didn't came, I wanted sex more than ever. When everybody left the church, I began to touch myself. I touched my breast and my cunt. I have to say that I love the smell of joss sticks burning all around the place. I went on my knees and instead of praying I started to masturbate. It felt so good when I came, I squirt all over the floor.

Pauline The Slut - Part 25: Making Movies

The three of us left the shop and headed for Tony's house. Tony's wife, Terri, met us at the door. Tony introduced her to my husband and me as the slut. She kissed and hugged my husband and then turned to me.

"Take that bodysuit off." I looked at her in disbelief. Then she slapped me across the face. "Your a slut and you'll be treated like a slut in this house. Now get stripped or we'll tie you to a tree, whip you and leave you there for the night." Then she slapped me across the face again.

I looked at my husband. He was smiling. I slowly started to take off the bodysuit. She put a collar on me and attached a leash to it.

"On all fours, slut." she said. She then took a butt plug with a dogs tail and stuck it in my ass. "You'll stay on all fours when you're in my house." She then led me on the lead into the house. The two men followed, laughing at the tail wagging out of my ass.

I was told to lie by the fire while they sat down with some drinks. Then Terri had me act like a dog, barking, panting, lift my leg as if peeing and hump her leg the way dogs do. The men thought this was great fun. We then had dinner. I had to go under the table and the three of them fed me bits from their plates. There was a dog bowl with water in it for me to drink. After dinner they sat in the back garden watching the sunset while I lay beside Terri's chair. Later she walked down the garden picked up a stick and threw it. I had to fetch and bring it back in my mouth. She kept doing this for about 15 minutes. Then I had to pee against a tree with my leg cocked. My husband took out his phone and filmed me. I heard him say to Tony "Beth is going to love this."

I was brought to the bedroom on the leash. There was a giant bed against the wall and at the end of the bed raised on a platform level with the bed was a cage. Terri walked me over to the cage opened it and told me to get inside. I hesitated and she kicked me in the ass. "Get in slut." I climbed into the cage. It was just about high enough for me on all fours and there was no room to turn so that I remained facing the way I got in, looking at the bed. I heard Terri lock the cage.

The three of them then stripped and got on the bed. For the next few hours they had sex while I watched from the cage. Every so often one of the men would come over and have me suck their cock through the cage or Terri would come over and take a load of cum from her cunt or her ass and have me lick it off her hand. Once she came over with a mouthful and spat it in my face.

They eventually fell asleep and I followed with an uncomfortable night's sleep in the cage.


The next morning they showered and had breakfast while I was brought a bowl of water and food and told to eat. After I'd eaten Terri took me out of the cage and brought me down to the garden she pointed to a tree and told me to go piss. I did so. When I came back she had me lie on the grass with my legs apart. She then turned on the hose, full power and hosed me down starting at my cunt. When she finished she threw me a towel and my bodysuit and heels. "We'll be waiting for you in the car."


As we drove away from the house, Terri handed me a drink and then a folder. I opened it and started to read. "What's this?"

"Your movie premiere was such a success we've decided it's time you made a professional porn movie." my husband answered. "Terri is a director and you are going to star in a couple of her movies. I'm going to make some more money out of that slut body of yours. Now read your script."

I started to cry. Of all the things that had happened over the past 8 months I never expected this. Terri shouted at me "Stop snivelling you stupid whore and read the script. I don't want you fucking up my movie."

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I read the script. I was to be the mother of a bride getting ready for her wedding day. Me, the bride and her younger sister were going to be in the bedroom putting on her wedding dress. My husband and son would be downstairs when three black men break into the house. They tie up my husband and son, come upstairs, rape the three of us and then drag us downstairs where I'm to have sex with my son while the bride has sex with her father. The younger daughter sucks off the three men while this is happening.

We arrived at a large house set back from the road. There were trucks and cars parked out front and a lot of activity going on. We got out of the car, Terri greeted everyone. We went into the house where I was introduced to the cast. The three black men I already knew. The bride was to be played by Lena, the young girl who was on the bench in the movie at Tony's. The girl playing her sister, Jemma, looked only 15/16, though she assured me she was 18 and going to college. My husband was a much older man, Tim, bronzed and grey hair while my son, Dave, looked like a college football center. I was handed another drink and sent to make up.

When we were all dressed and made up, the three of us went to the bedroom. There were cameras and lights just like a real movie set with men and women hanging around. Terri came in. "These girls are professionals and know what to do so don't you mess it up. You are to look frightened, fight these men off and when they drag you downstairs you are to protest when they tell you to suck and fuck your son. Lots of screaming and lots of tears. They are going to slap and throw you around to make this realistic."

Then the filming started. The girls looked really scared and fought the men off as if their lives depended on it. I almost believed it to be real. I tried my best to do the same. After a few hours filming upstairs and downstairs Terri was satisfied and she called a halt. We were all exhausted. There was a buffet lunch set out in the garden. All the crew and cast ate and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I sat there quietly wondering how I had landed myself in this situation. Terri came over and topped up my drink. She then handed me a script. "This is for your next movie. We'll be starting in about an hour." I was shocked. I wasn't expecting to do another movie so soon.

I read the script. "No, this can't be right." I thought. I searched for my husband. He was talking to Lena and Jemma. I ran over to him. "Have you seen this."

"No, what is it."

It's the script for this afternoon's movie. I can't do this. You can't make me do this."

"What are you talking about?"

"This is a lesbian movie. I'm to play a mother and I'm supposed to seduce my daughter whose name is Therese. That's our daughter's name. I can't do that."

"Oh, I'll talk to Terri."

He went over to Terri and they were in conversation for a few minutes. He came back "She can't change the daughter's name. This is a special film for an important client. You'll have to do it."

"I won't do it."

He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to the lunch table and threw me across it. Terri came over with an electric prod which she pressed against my buttock. My body rocked with the strength of the shock. She pressed again on my other buttock.

"Stop, Help me." I screamed. Those around the table just looked on smiling. They turned me around and pressed it into my right breast and then my left one. I was thrashing about on the table. She then lowered the prod and drove it into my cunt. "No don't." I pleaded.


"Are you going to make the movie." She asked.

"Please can we change the daughters name." I begged.

"Not possible." Her finger hovered above the red button on the prod. "What's it to be, Make the movie or fried cunt."

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I sobbed "I'll do it."

"Read you script and be ready in an hour." She and my husband walked away leaving me there, shattered and sobbing. The rest of the crowd went back to their conversations.

An hour later, I was back in the house ready for the next movie. Jemma came in to the room. She looked even younger dressed in a school uniform with her hair in pigtails. She came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Hello Mummy." she laughed. Terri arrived with the electric prod. "OK you know what to do. I want to hear you use your daughter's name a lot. You are going to have to persuade and pressurise her in the opening scene until she succumbs. Any fuck ups and this gets rammed into your cunt. We'll film that as well."

The filming began. Jemma arrives home from school and comes to the lounge and says hello. She sits on the couch beside me. I look at her and tell her how beautiful she is and how much I love her. I move beside her on the couch. She looks at me as I put my arm around her shoulder and stroke her hair.

Terri picks up a big board and points to it. My daughter's name is on it. I looked at Jemma. "Therese, you have become such a beautiful sexy young women." She starts to become uncomfortable. I then lean in and kiss her on the lips. She pushes me back "Mom, what are your doing." I kiss her again this time pinning her to the couch. She struggles to get up by I hold her down kissing her neck, feeling her breasts.

"Please Mom, stop."

"It's ok Therese, Mummy loves you and is going to make you a women."

I slip my hand up her short school skirt. She tries to push it away but with me nibbling her ear and my other hand unbuttoning her school blouse, she is losing the battle. I then return to her mouth, kissing her. After a few seconds she starts to respond and returns my kiss. Soon she allows me to remove her white blouse, then her bra. I start to caress and knead her young barely developed breasts while continuing to kiss her passionately.

I then bend down and suck on her nipple while slipping my hand inside her white school panties. "Oh Mom." She moans. I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to the bedroom. I remove my clothes and then her remaining clothes before we lie on the bed. I kiss her.

"I love you Therese, I've wanted to make love to you for so long." I explore her body finishing at her cunt. I then spread them wide for the camera and start to kiss and lick her cunt and ass. She responds for the camera.

After a while I reach under one of the pillows and take out a pink strap-on. "Mummy is going to fuck Therese's little cunt before all those boys ruin it." I then mount her and fuck her hard before turning her over and doing her from behind. She orgasms several times. When I'm finished, I lie back on the bed "Now Therese, time for you to taste Mummy's cunt."

I guide her head down between my legs and she starts to eat me until I orgasm.

When the filming finished, Terri comes over and takes me by the hand. As we leave the bedroom I see my husband get on the bed and Jemma take his cock in her mouth. Terri brought me to the next bedroom and threw me on the bed. The crew and others followed. There were about 20 of them.

"She's all yours boys. There's beer in the box over there. Make sure your fuck all her holes real good." I tried to make it to the door but I was grabbed by several hands and dragged back to the bed.

Long time lurker, first time poster.

I'm a closet slut. You wouldn't know it in real life, but I'm a dirty girl. I love humiliation, but wouldn't let you know. Been thinking of posting here for a while now. Any interest in me being apart of the posting crowd?

I'm 23, long dark red hair, thin, bout 5'7''

AMA

As a narcassistic and very unfriendly bastard, I'm tired of cumshot vids where there's a crowd of college guys all laughing and cheering each other on while the girl in the middle laughs, and blows cum bubbles. Sure, part of me is jealous but a good cumshot scene requires so many elements to be just right. The scene should come from the angle of victimization, betrayal, shame, and if not true terror, at least a sense of hopeless apathy. The man's face should not be seen, for he is not just one man but a living metaphor for all men who have put women to their knees through out the ages. The set, lighting, camera work, story line, music, post editing, and of course the choice of victim need to be gently balanced to achieve the epitome of man's greatest desire, to explode endless falls of semen into the face of an innocent girl! Slack-jawed, hair tangled, clothes ripped, our whore hangs her head slightly to one side in unbearable shame, eyes closed, quietly excepting her fate. Zoom out, fade to black.

I confess I got hate fucked by an employee.
My name is Alexia and I'm the general manager of a company.
All the staff under me (about 15 people) hate me (probably because I slept with a director to get the job).
This is the story of how one of them got their revenge, and how I loved it.

I had stood up for a date, and was having a drink at the bar and trying not to look too pathetic when I caught sight of one of my employees walking past the window. I carried on sipping my cocktail, before my tipsy mind caught the better of me. I opened up my work phone and found his number. I hesitated a second before deciding not to waste my night (and hopefully not waste my freshly shaved pussy).
'Hey, saw you in town, let me buy you a drink' I wrote on the text, and pressed send.
I'd pretty much given up on a response by the time I finished my drink and I contemplated a taxi and a night in with my battery operated friend. Then my phone buzzed.
'I didn't see you i'm in xx bar, find me and i'll let you buy a round'
I wondered quite how many friends he was out with, but my inner slut screamed 'the more the merrier' as i felt myself begin to moisten.
I made my way to xx bar and tipsily made my way to the toilet. I did a quick bump of coke and checked my makeup. Feeling confident (and increasingly wet) I made my way out to the club to find my employee.
I found him sitting on a couch, he was sat on a couch chatting with two of his friends. I pulled down my top to expose a little more cleavage and walked over.
'So what are you boys drinking?' I asked and made my best eyes at one of his friends.
The group of them laughed, and I knew they knew who I was, but I didn't care as long as one (or more than one) of them were in me by the end of the night.
'three beers' I heard my employee say
'only if you introduce me first' i said with a big flirtatious wink.
he laughed again 'boys this is my boss' he announced
With that I grabbed one of his friends' hands and dragged him to the bar with me. He looked at me dumbfounded and i pulled him close to me, so my tits were pressing into his chest. I could see him looking down my dress as I said
'I'll need help carrying all these drinks', he smiled the knowing smile of a man who knew a sure thing when he saw one and followed me to the bar.
When we got to the bar, I ordered the beers as instructed and a round of shots too and we carried them back to the table. We did the shots and sat around drinking the beers as my employee and his friends made barely hidden jokes at my expense. I would have loved to have been offended, but I confess motherless, the torrent of abuse just turned me on.
When one of his friends got up to go to the toilet, I decided I was going to try and get my first lay of the night. I got up seconds after him and followed him to the bathroom, expecting him to notice me walking behind him, but as I got closer i felt some grab my hand and drag me. I spun to see my employee dragging me towards a fire escape.
He barged through the door and i smiled a wicked smile, knowing what he was about to do. He pushed me against a wall and he his hand was immediately under my dress, rubbing at my clit over my dripping panties. He covered my mouth with his other hand as I moaned and my eyes were rolling into the back of my head as the door closed.
I couldn't have planned this better, this was exactly what I wanted and I had my first orgasm more from the situation than from his hand stimulating my cunt.
My hands were free and I thought about playing along and trying to fight him off for a second, but I knew I wouldn't be fooling either of us, so I pulled him closer and undid the zipper of his jeans. His cock was smallish but rock hard, so I pulled it out, and started to roughly wank him.
His hands left my slit and my mouth and he gripped my dress, he started to pull it down when I squeezed his cock and moaned
'rip it'
he gripped it (and he was a pretty athletic guy so this was hot as hell for me) and ripped the front of my dress open.
I knew then that I was a slut for the night and I had no way of hiding it, he pulled my bra down to expose my puffy big nipples to the cold night air and i moaned again, his fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples as I felt his pre-cum spread all over my hand.
feeling hungry I thought it was about time I took a knee. Normally I'm pretty self conscious about sucking cock, but something about coke makes me crave it like nothing else. i licked the salty tip and before I'd even got my mouth fully around he'd grabbed my hair and was pulling me onto it. He pulled me about halfway down before I first gagged, and he let me out for air. As he did I slipped a hand between my legs and pulled my thong down a little and slipped a finger inside myself. Then i braced and said hungrily
'next time, don't stop'
he yanked me back onto his cock and i managed to get it a little further before gagging, this time he knew what i wanted and started to buck into my mouth as i heaved. i curved my finger towards my g-spot and found myself in heaven as my mouth was being fucked like never before.
As I came for the second time i felt him grab my hair and pull me backwards, i was screaming loudly as he spat in my face i could see he was close to cumming when he pulled me back to standing and turned me around and bent me over. He threw my skirt up over my hips and looked at my ass for a minute.
then he pulled himself close to me and lined his cock against my slick opening.
finally he penetrated me.
'fuck me' i shouted at him over my shoulder and he obliged.
His cock felt twice it's size in my swollen sensitive snatch and he ploughed me good and hard. As my thrid orgasm approached I could feel him begin to twitch, I knew I wasn't on birth control, but my inner slut didn't care.
'cum in me, breed me' i moaned
Sadly he pulled out and kneeled me down in front of him as he stroked his cock in front of my face.
'whore, fucking whore' he said before unleashing his thick cum all over me.
I licked a little off my face before standing up.
I spied the way out of the alley and, to my horny amusment there was a small crowd applauding.
'I'm going home, give me a text when you're done here, bring your friends' i whispered to him, before pulling my dress over me as best i could and walking towards my adoring fans.

Pauline The Slut - Part 19: After The Show

I was resting on the bed recovering from my performance when Beth and my husband came over. They looked very pleased. Beth was holding a glass jar which she handed to me.   
"You made all these men very horny and they can't be going home to their wives like that so you'll have to give them all a blowjob." my husband said. "They'll pay $20 to you and you're to put the money in the jar."  
I looked at him horrified. He wanted me to be a whore for these men. "No way. I can't. I won't. I'm not a whore."

  
He slapped me across the face, twice. Then yanked my head back by pulling my hair.  
"Listen Slut, you'll do it or we'll hang you from the stage and Tony will whip you good and when he's finished it'll be my turn. By the time I'm finished he should be ready to start again. Even Beth will have a go. We'll keep going until there's no part of your body unscarred. Your choice. Then there's all those videos. How will you explain them to Donal and Therese."  
The mention of our children shocked me and I couldn't withstand another whipping after the weekend with Gary and Ellie. That scared me. 

 "Now get out there and start sucking and don't forget to swallow every drop."  
I made my way to the center of the stage, got down on my knees and placed the jar beside me. Tony announced to the crowd that Pauline The Slut would now be given blowjobs for $20. A queue began to form.  The first man came on stage, handed me $20 and dropped his trousers. I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck. He didn't last long and was soon coming. The next one stepped forward, gave me the money. His cock was larger than the previous one. Beth filmed me sucking the cock and then the queue of men with their money in their hands. She then zoomed in on the jar beside me.  
And so it continued. There was an array of cocks, small, big, fat and smelly. I sucked them all. The jar filled with money. Some of the men came back a second time. My jaw was aching.    When I'd finished I collapsed on the stage, exhausted. My husband came over "What a good little whore you are. We finally found you a job that your good at."  
He picked up the jar of money and handed it to Beth. "Here honey, buy yourself something nice." She kissed him passionately rubbing her body up against him. "Thank you." I couldn't believe it, there was over $800 in the jar.  
Tony came back after the audience had all left. He stripped off, grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the bed. He pushed me face down, spread my legs and plunged his cock fully inside my vagina. The force of his penetration made me scream. He battered away pulling my head back by the hair until I couldn't bend any further. He leaned over me and buried his teeth into my shoulder. I screamed like never before. Tears flowed down my face as he started to cum.  
When he'd finished he pulled me by the hair until I was on my knees in front of his cock. He shoved it right down into my throat. I could see Beth on her knees sucking my husbands cock while he watched my throat been fucked by Tony. Tony was burying the full length of his cock down my mouth and into my throat. He started to cum for a second time straight into my stomach.  When he finished, my husband took his place pushing his cock until it was deep in my throat. He fucked my throat ignoring my struggles as he held my head in his hands. He pounded away until he came.  
I thought I was finished until Beth stepped in front of me, naked and with a giant cock strapped to her. She grabbed my head and forced the cock into my mouth. My mouth was stretched wide. I struggled to move away but she grabbed my hair forcing my head into her groin. She continued to push until she reached the entrance to my throat. I was struggling to breathe. She allowed me to catch my breath. She returned to the opening to my throat before withdrawing. She continued for some time before suddenly forcing the cock into my throat.  
I started belting her with my fists before I began to pass out.  When I came around the three of them were dressed and drinking beer.   Tony ordered some food to be delivered. When the food arrived I had to go to the door naked, pay for the food and offer the delivery man a blow job. The three of them were watching on a screen in the other room. The delivery man stepped inside the doorway. I got to my knees, unzipped his trousers, took his cock out and sucked him off.  When I came back to the room with the food the three of them commended me on being such a wonderful cock sucking whore. I ate my food in silence as they chatted about the nights events.
 

I want to confess that years ago I worked for a time as a prostitute during university. Now its about to come back and haunt me. One of my clients has moved into the town where I live.
For so long I've dreaded this happening, bumping into one of the clients. Every time since i stopped,when I would go somewhere where there were people, i would scan the room with my eyes to ensure i knew none of the men there. I could work for an intelligence agency i became that good at doing it so quickly. Only then could i relax. This would range from clubs, bars, restaurants, external work meetings, gyms or any place people would gather in a crowd.
Time has passed. Moved back near where i grew up. Done the whole domestic suburban thing. Marriage, mortgage, family. All that is short is a dog to complete the picture. Have a bit of a career (not a great career) with a good company that pays me very very well. In the last couple of years i relaxed. I'm in my 30's now. That whole prostitute thing is far behind me. I dont look like i did back then.I'm older, hair is a different colour and style.Old friends would know me but not a guy from a half hour of sex. I believed at some point that i wouldn't be recognised to a casual observer.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was walking over to get my hair done for a party and passed a random man. Its the type of place thats small enough where people sometimes casually say hi or hello and carry on. As i passed him i smiled, he smiled and i just was about to say hello thinking he was someone i vaguely recognised from somewhere in town. I could see his face as we passed and he was thinking something similar that he knew me from somewhere. This all happened an instant. It felt like someone hit me.My heart nearly came out through my chest as I knew his face. I knew it from the past. The feeling of absolute dread came over me. I carried on walking. Got to where I was going and sat down. Got my breath back. While getting my hair done, realised that he may not be someone from my past. Even if he was, its most likely he was passing through or visiting someone in the town. I would have seen him around before otherwise. So i managed to relax. I used have a plan on what i would do if i did meet a former client. Nothing of that plan came back to me.
It's all going fine after that fright. Then on a recent morning school run, there he was dropping off his son. He said hello. I don't even know if i gave any reply. He asked if i remembered him and he named the university and city i had been in. I was grasping at the thought he we must have been in uni together. He was talking casually but, the way he was looking at me, the way he stood, I knew what was going through his mind. He was remembering exactly how he knew me. He's moved to the town I live in. I have no memory after that. Do not recall how i got to work, just that in work people were giving me a coffee and asking if i was ok. Some asked if I needed to go home.
2 days ago I met him again. When i say met, i could see him from down the street on the opposite side and he crossed over. He deliberately made a point to come up to me. You should have seen the sneer on his face when he said hello. I think it was meant to be a smile. I couldnt walk past him without making a scene of some sort so was stuck there with him. Part of the final conversation with him is that he remembers me and it was really good times. While he didn't say what he remembers, by the intonation of his voice and the look on his face, we both knew what he was talking about. His final words as i managed to walk away were about catching up on old times and his hoping he will see me soon again. He laughed when he said that.

So why am i putting all that on here. I need to do something. I cant sleep properly. I'm tired. I can't think. I want the whole thing to go away. It's not like i can tell anyone about all of this. I read somewhere one time, when you have a problem, write it all out. It clears the mind. Read it back and the whole problem becomes easier to manage.
So there, maybe it will help

So everyone is asking about Mardi Gras, so I figured I'd just post it here rather than tell it 1000 times in chat.

Hubby and me are lucky enough to have friends that live near the French Quarter, and we go stay with them sometimes. My friend Kara's dad lives down there too, so we have places to stay without messing with parking and hotels.

So we went down there and met up with our friends. After a while I called Kara, and after a short Uber drive, we met up and started drinking.
After a bit, we met back up with hubs and them near Lee Circle where they had a nice spot to watch Endymion roll. Kara kept leaving and disappearing into the crowd. Shortly before the parade arrived she told me to follow her. I told hubs we were going to find a bathroom and let her lead me away. We headed up St. Charles for a ways before she brought us to 4 guys who had a prime spot. Balcony overlooking St. Charles.
Come to find out, one of the guys was a real estate guy and had access to the second floor. The office was empty, and had no power but these guys had a nice set up. Kara waves to them from the street, flashes her tits and says, "we can go up, but you gotta flash."
No problem I thought. I flashed, a bunch of guys near me grabbed and felt, and they motioned for us to come up.

So we watched the parade with these guys. They were pretty much all over us. Between making out, one asked me who I was here with, told him my husband and his friends. He stopped laughed and told me that was hot. The parade ends, and I text hubby and tell him that me and Kara are going to her dads and that I'd call him later.
Before he responds I turned my phone off.
One of the guys asks if we want to chill with them at their place. Kara and I are both like of course.

One guy in particular had my attention. He was the brother of the real estate agent. Simon was his name. Tall black guy. Solid, but not in a body builder way, just big. I had felt his dick though his shorts a few times and was hoping I'd get a chance at it.

So we leave, pile up in hone of their SUVs, and we turtle our way uptown. The whole way, I have my mouth on Simon, rubbing his cock though his shorts, letting him feel me. Kara is doing the same with her guy (Lets call him Max, idr anyone elses names). We park in front of the building, and we head inside. Im almost fucking him in the elevator, his brother and Max and the other guy (Mike) are all making comments.

We go inside the apartment, and Kara heads straight into a room with max and the Agent. Im left in the living room with Simon and Mike. Simon is on the couch, and Im on top of him, I look over and Mike is watching, beer in his hand. Mike tells us his room has a bed. We quickly relocate.
Mike hops on the bed and pulls his cock out. I pull my shirt off, and bend over and start blowing him while Simon undoes my bra.
Then my jeans, and I get on the bed, hands and knees. I feel Simon spread my cheeks and then his tongue, right on my ass. I moan.
Mike puts his hands on my head, and starts forcing my head down. I start to gag, and he lets up. To encourage him, I force as much of him in my mouth, gagging, showing him I want to choke. Simon is eating my ass, while I gag on Mikes cock. Hes nice and thick, not long, just right.
With my spit now covering his cock and running down it in great gobs, I pull him out, slap my face and then work down to his balls.

Simon stops eating me and says that he doesn't have any rubbers. I feel his cock head resting on my ass. I stop and turn back to him. "I don't care. Just fuck me." He pulls back and i feel him at my pussy. I arch my back a little, giving him better access. Im soaking wet, and he slides in with ease. I start my kegels right away.
"Fuuuuck" he says, feeling my cunt grab his dick.

Across the wall I can hear Kara yelling and the bed moving. Shes getting fucked too.

Mike tenses up, and I can tell hes going to nut. I hold on to his cock. I want to taste him. I feel the first pulse and I start swallowing. Jet after jet. He finally pushes me off, and except of a small dribble, I swallowed it all. I can still taste him, in the back of my throat. He wipes his cock on me and move off the bed, giving Simon and me a chance to change positions. Its missionary now, Simon has my legs open and hes pounding the fuck out of me. We are laying across the bed and my head is almost off.
I see the light from the doorway darken and I am aware of someone coming in. For a second I think its Mike, but he come up to my head, and his cock is white. Clearly not Mike, this is Max. His cock is wet, and soft, I take him in my mouth and can taste Kara. I moan more, sucking gleefully. He moves forwards and Im licking his balls, stroking his cock. Simon is still pounding me, im getting close.
Max moves up more. He wants to be rimmed.
Not the best time for it, but Im drunk and too turned on to care. I start eating his ass. I hear Kara fucking again.
My climax sneaks up on me. Suddenly Im there, cumming all over Simons cock, I feel the wetness spread and hear the slapping sound of his poundings get wetter. He keeps pounding.
I return to Maxs cock, sucking him, wanting to get him hard again.
Slowly, I feel him starting to stiffen.
I hear Simon. "Im going to cum."
I tell him to cum in me. "Make me a whore."
With a moan and a final pound, he plunges into me, cumming inside me. A few short strokes later, he pulls out.
He gets up, and I return my attention to Max. Rapidly getting harder, he leaves my mouth and takes up simons position between my legs. I feel him press his cock head against my cunt and move it up and down. The last inch grows hard and he plunges into my already fucked pussy.

My cunt is on fire. I need to cum again. Im in the middle of a gangbang, and I feel like im made of electricity. I am aware of another cock in my face. It's simon.
"Clean me, whore." I take him into my mouth. I am vaguely aware that hes holding a phone. I dont care.

I slurp him clean while Max fucks me. He stops. I look to him. "Anal?" he says? I nod, returning to Simons cock.
He lifts my legs up on his shoulders and I feel him pressing against my asshole. I am slick with Simons cum and my own wetness. I push out, and I feel him pop in. He starts slowly, but picks up speed.

I take him. I take his cum as well. Finished, Max says something about a beer. Simon pulls his cock from my mouth and they step into the living room.

I am laying there. I see the light from the door darken. Its Kara. Naked. Hair a mess. I look at her and she just walks to me, and without a word starts kissing me. We are like animals. We both know how bad the other needs to cum. Her fingers find my pussy. Mine find hers.
We lay on the bed. She stops, and dives between my legs. "You slut," I hear her say.
Kara knows how to get me off with her mouth and it doesnt take her long.
Soon im returning the favor. Eating her cummy pussy, and rimming her.
The boys soon returned. I have no idea what the rotation was after that, with us all in the room, but I took every cock at least once.

The next morning, I arose. I woke Kara, and hit an Uber. I called hubby. Told him that I was just leaving Karas and I passed out. Looking back, there might have been something in his voice.
We arrived. I jumped in the shower.
I get out.
I walk out. Kara is gone. Its just Hubby.
He has my phone in his hand.
He called Karas dad. We were never there. He went though my phone, and there was a video. Me sucking a cock.
The video Simon took was with my phone.

Only ever popped off premature once. Never had a wet dream, which I kinda regret. Never came in my pants.

I had a friend who did though, while we were watching an old Swedish Erotica clip at a bachelor party back in the day. Back then you still needed a screen and a projector. Pat had never had a real girlfriend, had never gotten a handful, not sure he’d even kissed a girl. The movie was on and we were all shouting at it like we knew what we were talking about. Sticks in my mind that it was an old Seka loop (this was the early 80s) and she was about to get it in the ass. Just as the heavily-mustachioed ‘hero’, parted the posterior of his equally hairy companion, you heard Pat say, “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! Fuck!” and off he rushed. We teased him unmercifully, although we were no doubt hard as stone as well.

It started out as an easy day. Kansas in the summer. Hot in the morning. Hottest in the afternoon. Hot all night. I finished mowing the lawn and was walking down the to gas station for a ‘pop’. There were girls and young women laying out on a couple of lawns taking advantage of the morning sun. To a youngster like me, it was like viewing heaven and I was hard all the way to the pop machine and back. But you’d better believe I took the same route home.

The swimming pool opened at 1 and I spent the day at the pool. More swimsuits and sun-tanned flesh. Bikinis. One pieces. Lifeguards. Our regular lifeguard was a beauty named Julie and she had this light pink bikini that I could describe to you still. It was almost transparent enough for you to believe that it was. To this day though, I’m sure I could describe her patch to you, so maybe it was more transparent than I remember. Fuck. Hard off and on all afternoon and all the way home on my bicycle.

Home in time for dinner. No time to jerk off. Talk about a build-up. Looking back at it now, if I knew then what I know now, I would have assumed that if I came at that moment, I’d be completely dehydrated.

That evening I had to work at the concession stand at the local ball diamond. Softball double-header. There were usually of couple younger people, like me, and a couple of older people. That evening one of the teachers from the local elementary school was on. Mrs. Barker. We used to sit up in my buddy’s old treehouse and watch her sunbathe on her deck, which she thought was invisible to the rest of the world, so she sunbathed naked. She didn’t know about the treehouse. Man. Every time I brushed against her that evening, and it wasn’t always an accident, I was hard. Being as old as I am now, I wish it was still that easy.

I was so amped-up and so miserably horny that I rushed out before we were done cleaning up. Fumbled some excuse about not feeling well and bolted.

There was this little bathhouse just past the outfield, but the man was locking it up so I ran over the bridge over the creek and started through the trees to head up the hill to this little shelter, an old, stone, WPA-built picnic shelter thats table was long since gone. I knew that all it would take was a few strokes and I’d be fine.

My cock was banging up against my belly and I could feel each step in my balls as I ran. I was picturing Julie without her bikini and Mrs. Barker without her shorts and t-shirt. I was picturing those young women on the lawn asking me to join them. I was picturing all kinds of things as I rounded the corner into that picnic shelter and dropped my shorts.

And there, like a live-action porno movie, three feet from me, was a guy I knew from the local mechanic shop where my folks had always taken their car to be serviced.

I can still picture it. Like me, his shorts were down. Kneeling in front of him was Tina, someone I knew a little but we didn’t run with the same crowd so I didn’t know her well. She was a mousey, quiet type, lean and angular, with a bookworm’s reputation and who had never gone to school dances when we were in the same school.

She was wearing cut off denim shorts, flip flops, and a softball jersey. The jersey was unbuttoned and pulled back and I could see the curve of her breasts. I could also see Junior’s calloused, mechanic’s fingers were tangled in her hair and it was obvious that his cock was in her mouth to the root. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and were clutching at his ass.

He looked up and grunted, “What the fuck? Hey! Val! Hey!”

The one of her eyes that I could see met mine and she went down a little further on what must have been a very hard cock. I didn’t actually see her grin but I’ve always felt like she did.

And then, like my friend Pat, I stuttered, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

I can’t begin to tell you how much I came. I didn’t touch myself and no one touched me. But I came all the same. Long, ropey streams of which I can still picture. I hit her softball jersey, her hair, his hand, her face, his leg, and the tops of her thighs.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Bobbing down quick, I grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and underpants and yanking them up over my still dripping, still hard cock, I muttered, “Oh hey! Hey, Junior. Tina. Sorry!” And I ran.

That night at home, in bed, with the lights out, I came again. And again the next day. That night I made a call.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is Tina there?”

“Yeah, Tiiiiiiiiina! Get your ass over here! Phone’s for you!”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tina, it’s Val, I was wondering . . . “

“No. I’m not busy tonight. Whatcha got in mind?”

“Ummmmm, maybe we could . . . “

“Sure. Pick me up at 8?”

“I . . . “

She’d already hung up.

I rolled my old Ford up to her house a few minutes early and she was already on the porch. Dressed exactly the same as last night. Might even have been the same softball jersey.

“Hey, Val!”

“Hey.

“Junior’s pretty pissed at you. You know why, right?”

“Because I came on his hand?”

“Because you came on his hand. And his shorts. And his leg. And then you ran off.”

“What were you doing with Junior, anyway?”

“He has a nice dick.”

“He’s twice your age.”

“He has a nice dick.”

“I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Into what? Sex? Older guys? Dick? I like dick and it likes me.”

“I guess I just didn’t know.”

“I keep my head down and my mouth shut. That’s how bad reputations get started.”

I laughed. “You do NOT keep your mouth shut!”

“And you’ll know exactly how much I don’t, as long as you keep yours shut. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I confess I should have been bolder with my current wife when she was trying to get me to leave my ex-wife. A was willing to do anything and everything then; I should have done more. Now that we're together, life has gotten in the way and we don't do all the exciting things we used to do. Here are some of them, memorialized for posterity.

We went to strip clubs and she sucked my cock as I sat there, before and after I got dances from strippers. I exposed her tits to show my friends. She went upstairs to talk to the manager about possibly working there. She gave a lap dance to another patron with her tits out. She couldn't take her dress off entirely because she wasn't wearing any underwear.

She sucked my cock everywhere. In elevators, in restaurants as we sat at the table, at crowded bars as we stood there drinking (one bouncer told me to put it away), on stage at a packed Valentine's Day party.

I tried to piss a little in her mouth every time my cock was in it, to the point she asked her girlfriends what that liquid might be. Eventually she figured it out. I still do this.

I pissed into her throat. I was angry and drunk so unfortunately I don't recall this with the utmost clarity, but I put my cock all the way into her mouth and made her drink it all.

I left multiple marks on her face and cleavage with a knife.

She sent me nudes and I took many.

I fucked her ass several times with no lube. After I came, she cleaned my cock with her mouth.

I woke up in the middle of the night and shoved my cock into her mouth and fucked it until I came. For no reason other than that I could.

Before she left for her office job in the morning, I made her get on her knees and lick my balls while I jerked off and then came into her mouth.

I put my big toe in her pussy.

When I was sick, I blew my nose into her mouth many times instead of into a tissue.

I discarded my used up tasteless chewing gum into her mouth.

I spit in her mouth as I fucked her (I still do this).

I sat on her face many times, her tongue deep in my ass, as I slapped her pussy and squeezed her tits and masturbated before coming in her mouth (I still do this).

I forced a long blue dildo deep into her throat and made her puke.

I made her starve herself to lose weight.

I went down on her only once (now it's never).

I sat on the sofa and watched a movie on the television while she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth the entire time.

At a restaurant in the winter, my feet were cold so I took off my shoes and put my feet into her mouth to warm them.

I put my toes into her mouth often.

I never used a condom. I made her take the morning after pill several times.

I licked her eye.

We had phone sex frequently. Most of it involved me making her slap her pussy - hard - or gagging herself with a dildo or inserting a large butt plug.

I made her touch herself, rub her pussy juice on her neck like perfume, and go to her favorite bar and hug and greet the female bartender.

I confess, I wish I did more.

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We experienced our first swingers party last night after the high school football game. Some old friends from the next county over parked near us at the stadium. After the game we waited for the crowd to thin and struck up an interesting conversation. They invited us to their farm for a drinks. Another couple that we met in college showed up as well. 
I was not sure what to think when Ken started flirting with my wife and Harold's wife came on to me. My wife looked over at me and just shrugged, like " What the hell?"
It took two stiff drinks and less than an hour for all of us to be naked and fucking each other's wives. When we got back in the car we both just said Woa! Going home didn't seem right for some reason so we got a room at the Hilton and had the wildest sex of our 14 year marriage! First time anal. She rammed a tampon up my ass while she gave me head. We both came more than once and almost missed the late checkout today!

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Chapter 3
This isn't a progressive prison. Quite the opposite. They aren't interested in rehabilitation, only punishment. As a result the guards carry a number of different weapons. Non-lethal but still damn effective. And they need to practice with them regularly. Your prescence offers them a unique opportunity to train using a person, rather than manniquins.
You're walked, naked, through the prison and out into the yard. During the walk your slutty fag body is seen by almost everyone. The prisoners taunt you and mock your tiny fucking clit. They promise that if they ever get their hands on you they'll rape you unconscious and cover you in the cum of real men.
Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.
The guards explain that they are going to practice their riot suppression techniques on your sissy body, beginning with nightsticks. They already know they can shove them up your boipussy whenever they want so instead they're going to beat you with them. They focus their attention on your titties. They're dying to know if the nice big implants Daddy bought you are as sensitive as real titties. It turns out they are. Repeated blows to your tits rain down. The pain is incredible. Your crying and begging for mercy has no effect on them. The bruising starts to set in immediately. Just when you think you'll pass out from the pain it stops.
The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.
They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve.
The guards grow bored simply shooting the tasers at you and decide they should hook them directly up to your useless balls and run the electricity into you. The darts are stabbed into your sack and the trigger pulled. Hundreds of volts run through your pathetic balls and throughout your body. Over and over. Your cries only make them laugh. Your begging for mercy only makes them do it more and more. Eventually you lose control and piss yourself prompting howls of laughter. The humiliation makes you blush from head to toe. It also makes your cock start to grow again.
The next weapon to be unleashed is the bean bag shot gun. Bonus points are going to be awarded for anyone who hits your tits and even more points for hitting you in the clit and balls. There's a very brief conversation among the guards about the risk of doing permanent damage but it's quickly decided no one gives a damn. The first two shots hit your tits knocking the wind out of you. The third shot hits your throat making it almost impossible for you to scream anymore. After that each and every shot is aimed at your clit. Round after round smashes into your crotch. Each one feels like being kicked in the balls. Your legs go limp and you're left hanging by your wrists from the fence like a depraved piece of meat.
A bucket of ice cold water splashes over you, snapping you out of your stupor. You can barely feel your clit anymore. Your balls are swollen to the size of oranges.
The next weapon to be used is rubber bullets. They aren't utilized very often on the prisoners because of the damage they can do. No one cares about the damage they'll do to you.
Again, bonus points are available for hitting you in the tits and crotch. This time around the discussion about damage is a bit more serious. It's agreed a direct hit could destroy your balls. The consensus is that if that happens they'll take you to the prison doctor and have him remove your balls completely. They'll turn you into a total fucking eunuch.
The first couple of shots hit your thighs and stomach. the pain rips through you instantly. The swelling and bruising is also instant. As is the perverse enjoyment you're feeling. Your depraved mind has decided you both deserve and enjoy this treatment. As before, your clit starts to grow at the thought.
Inevitably two shots, in quick succession, hit your balls. Your screams can be heard throughout the entire prison before you fall unconscious.
It takes two buckets of ice cold water splashed over your limp body to revive you this time.
The guards examine your almost ruined clit and balls and decide the doctor can, probably, save them.
That being decided they go get the guards that ride horseback and oversee the prisoners working the farm.
Those guards need practice with their whips. They don't get to use them as often as they'd like so practice is always welcome and you're perfect for their needs.
You're unshackled from the fence and turned around, facing it, and reshackled. The two horseback guards flip a coin to see who goes first. The winner uncoils his 8 ft whip and begins swirling it in the air. With a quick flip of his wrist the whip leaps out and bites your ass. Your screams echo across the yard. Another swoosh and the whip crosses your back. Bright red welts form immediately. The burning sensation radiates out across your back. They start coming faster now. Most of them hit your thicc ass, making you dance and quiver and shake and scream. Eventually it becomes so intense you go numb. Your ass is on fire but now you simply accept that this is what you deserve because you're a sissy slut, pain whore.
After what seems like an eternity you're unshackled and turned around again. The bite of the cuffs into your wrists and ankles is inconsequential compared to the pain rushing through your ass and back.
The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.
He's confident he can. He says he doesn't want.to hit your ball because they're really close to being completely destroyed but he's sure can hit your clit.
Turns out he's right
The whip bites into your useless cock over and over.
Your screams carry for miles. As does their laughter. The worst part though, is that throughout the entire whipping, you cock has been seeping cum. And now that they are done they notice it for the first time.
It's then that they realize what they have on their hands.
Chapter 4
The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it.
The farm provides vegetables and meat for the prison.
It also provides sadistic guards with some creative ways to torture sissy sluts.
For example, the guards know your boipussy can take it deep, because they shoved a whole nightstick up your slutty ass, but they got to wondering how fat a zucchini they could stuff in your gaping hole before you passed out or ripped. Turns out the answer is 10 inches before you screamed so loud it could be heard miles away, and then you passed out. What confused them was that you seemed to be enjoying it up to that point.
They also discovered that your useless faggy body could be used to solve practical problems.
The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.
You were stripped naked, yet again, (At this point it was rare for you to have clothes on at all. Much quicker to rape you if you're already naked) and taken to the farm field. The walk past the prison yard was both humiliating and thrilling for you. So many men wanting to fuck your sweet little holes. Potentially so much cum for you to swallow or be covered by. So many hard cocks for you to suck. All you could ever want. And you wanted them all.
Just before the guards lead you outside the fence they tie your hands behind your back and put a collar around your neck. A rope is passed through the ring on the collar and handed to a guard on horseback. You can feel the hot sun making your big, fat, titties redder and redder.
The horse starts walking forward and you follow along behind. The rider picks up the pace and you have to start running a little to keep up. The heat and the running has you sweating and gasping.
The rider speeds up a bit more and you have to run hard to keep up. The guards in the truck following you, and rider are laughing at the way your clit is bouncing around as you run. They're also laughing at the way your titties are slamming up and down.
Again the rider speeds up. This time you can't keep up, you stumble and fall. They don't stop. You're being dragged through the dirt into the field. The rocks, gravel and dirt are scraping your titties and, especially, your clit. It hurts so good. You feel like an animal and deep down, much to your shame, you're enjoying it.
Just when you think you can't take anymore it stops.
You're in the middle of the field. The fire ant hill is mere feet away.
They flip you over and cut the rope around your wrists. The guards in the truck get out and rummage around in the back of the truck. They pull out four stakes, a length of rope and a hammer.
You lay, gasping, in the hot southern heat. The scrapes all over your body are on fire. Your clit is throbbing, both from the pain, and the shameful pleasure your feeling. Being exposed and used by these strong, cruel men is making you feel more and more like a sissy fucktoy. Completely empty of masculinity.
The guards have pounded the four stakes into the ground around you. Ropes are wrapped around your wrists and ankles and your stretched, spread eagled, as they tie them to the stakes. You're unable to move, except to wiggle a little. Your pathetic attempts at struggle make your clit flop around uselessly which elicits more laughter. They put a burlap bag over your head and tie a rope tightly around your neck to hold it in place.
The guards have been working quickly. They don't want to be swarmed by the ants, that's your role.
One of the guards grabs a long stick and, just for laughs, hits your clit with it, just ot hear you cry out, before heading toward the ant hill.
He begins poking the hill with the stick. The ants come swarming out and all the guards run for the truck. The guard on horseback takes off at a gallop.
The ants don't take long to find you. Crawling over your arms and legs they begin heading toward your scraped clit. Within seconds they've completely cover your useless clit and begin burrowing down into the shaft.
The guards are about a hundred yards away and yet they can hear you screaming, crying, pleading and begging for release. There's no help coming. You're at the mercy of the insects who are beginning to bite your useless cock and push their way into your sissy ass. It's so easy for them to crawl up your boipussy. It's been fucked so often lately it gapes. They march right up you effortlessly.
The intensity of the pain in your clit and ass has distracted you from the dozens of ants devouring your fat, soft titties.
They're everywhere. On you, in you. Using your useless fucking sissy fag body for their needs. As it should be. Your thicc, feminine, slut body exists only for the pleasure of others, and that includes insects.
Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.
The guards can't believe you're getting hard. They're glad they decided to record the whole spectacle because otherwise no one would believe it. They can't wait to show it to everyone down at the bar.
Right about the time you start to pass out, from the pain and the exhaustion of screaming and crying non stop for almost an hour relief comes.
They need you alive. Damaged is fine but alive. A 2" hose sprays you with a deluge of cold water sending the ants flying. The hose is shoved into your pussy to flush them out. The Icy cold water shoots into your guts with incredible force.
A stick is pushed into the end of your still hard clit to kill the ants inside. The pain of the stick being jammed into your useless cock makes you finally pass out but not before you hear the guards say they can't wait to do this again with different insects.
Chapter 5
The sunlight through the infirmary window wakes you. You're not sure how long you've been there. You feel good though. There's no signs of the ant bites so you figure you've probably been there a few days.
When the nurse comes in you ask her a few questions. Turns out you've been there three days. They kept you sedated and medicated. That didn't stop the guards from occasionally coming in and sodomizing you anyway. Apparently you moaned like a little bitch even though you were almost completely unconscious.
The knowledge that they used your ass for their amusement and pleasure while you slept, without giving a damn if you enjoyed it, filled you with both shame and arousal. You were a human flashlight for three days, for god only knows how many cocks.
You notice that your skin seems softer and smoother. At first you thought it was because of the treatment for the ant bites. You ask the nurse about it. She says, no, they have, in fact, been pumping you full of hormones. She says she's never seen doses that large before. You lift the sheet and look at your cock. To your shock, surprise and shame it's even smaller than before. So are your balls.
You drift off back to sleep feeling more like a girl than ever before.
Chapter 6
Your recovery is progressing nicely after the ant torture. You've been given a break for a week.
The break consisted of only having to suck every cock put in front of you (dozens and dozens) and being fucked repeatedly, all day and night. Usually one at time but occasionally being gang banged. 6 or 8 cocks filling your boipussy with their hot cum. So much cum it would still be leaking out of you hours later.
It's pointless for you to put clothes on most of the time. When you are allowed clothes they are femmy as possible. Short skirts, crop tops that don't really contain your fat titties, garters and stocking and nothing else. Essentially, they dress you like a sissy slut whore.
At this point you're not even sure you remember your own name. You've been called everything but. Fucktoy, cumdump, meat puppet, whore, slut, faggot, sissy, girl, fuckface, useless, pain pig, ant girl, and a bunch more.
It's reached the point where you don't feel right if you're not sticky from cum or your boipussy is empty. It's come to feel completely natural to be impaled on a real man's cock.
Chapter 7
There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable.
The guards have been discussing it and you're the solution. It's even decided that you are going to suck the stallion off. Some of the guards wanted to let it fuck you but.others were concerned it might destroy you. Not that they give a damn about you. They don't. They just want to keep you alive so they can continue to torture and use you. You're a slutty, depraved, amusement for them.
You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.
The stallion is walked out into the corral so that the guards will have a good view of your depraved cock sucking. They weren't kidding when they said he was horny. His cock is already getting hard and you haven't even touched it yet.
You drop to your knees beside the stallion and tentatively reach out for his growing cock. It's already 18 inches long and it's only half hard. Stroking it makes it grow quickly to its full 3 foot length. It's beautiful.
The guards are growing impatient. They're yelling for you to quit screwing around and start sucking.
You pull the massive cock to your lips and kiss it. Swirling your tongue around the tip produces pre-cum and the horse starts to settle. You stretch your mouth wide to take as much of the massive head as you can into your slutty mouth. To the surprise of the crowd you can get it in your mouth. Sucking as much as you can, tasting the musk, feeling the heat, hearing the guards calling you filthy names is all combining to turn you on. To your shame, and the amusement and disgust of the guards, your clit starts to grow.
A few more minutes of worshipping the big animals cock and you can start to feel it throb. No one has told you if you're supposed to swallow the cum. You decide that if you're going to be the best, most depraved piece of fuck meat you can possibly be, you should swallow.
With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.
The guards howl with laughter and heap verbal abuse on you.
All you can do is hang your head in shame. And pure, perverted, satisfaction.
Chapter 8
You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show.
The memory of your depravity, and the unbridled lust and perversion, makes your cock start to grow again.
You sucked off a horse in front of a large crowd. You savored its cum in your mouth. Your tits were coated in his hot, sticky jism.
Rather than being repulsed you realize you want more.
Unfortunately for you, today's plans don't include the animals.
There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in.
The guards could bait the leeches with fresh pork but why waste good meat when they can use you.
Once again you're marched, naked through the prison and out to the road to the farm. The name calling and abuse as you pass the prisoners is as vile as ever. Rape threats, humiliating comments about your pathetic little cock, reminders that you are definitely not a man anymore. You're a faggy little sex slave for an entire prison and the people who run it.
As you walk through the fields with the guards, toward the swamp the hot sun beats down on your naked body. It occurs to you, and makes you blush, that you don't have to worry about tan lines.
As you approach the swamp you realize it's bigger than you imagined. There's got to be hundreds of leeches in it.
The guards tie your hands behind your back and order you to start walking into the water. You hesitate momentarily. The slash of a whip across your back gets you moving quickly.
Too quickly. You lose your footing in the thick mud, stumble and fall face first into the water.
Your struggles to turn over roil the water and stir up the mud, releasing the leeches and other bugs living there.
The guards yell at you to get further into the water and to get on your back with your legs spread. This time when you hesitate a rubber bullet is shot at you, hitting you square in the ass. The pain is excruciating and the swelling starts immediately. But you move.
You wade into the water and find a spot where you can submerge your body and still keep your head above water.
It only takes a couple of minutes for the leeches to find you.
At first it tickles as they begin to crawl over your naked, slutty, body.
Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits.
Eventually they find your cock and your boipussy.
As the first one starts slithering up your cunt you realize they're not just going to use you externally. With your hands tied behind.your back there's no way for you to protect yourself.
There are a least a dozen on your titties. Biting and sucking on your nipples, areola, and soft tit meat.
You've lost track of how many have slipped inside your cunt. You can feel them working their way deep inside you. There's so many it feels like a cock. A live wriggling, biting, cock working deeper and deeper into you.
The assault on your cock distracts you from the damage being done to your boipussy.
At least three of them have worked their way into your urethra and have latched on. The pain is unbelievable and your screams and pleas for mercy echo across the swamp. All it gets is laughter and mocking from the guards. They remind you that you're nothing but meat and this is what meat gets used for.
For three long hours you lay in the water, a fucking plaything for insects. The heat and the loss of blood start to take a toll. Your head is getting light. It's about then that you realize that this is your destiny. A sex slave for vicious perverts. Rape meat for horny prisoners. A fucktoy for an entire barnyard full of animals. A piece of meat, so depraved and filthy that being sexually abused by insects, letting them destroy your ass and pathetic sissy cock, feels right.

My softball team had an end of year party that consisted pretty much of just drinking. Then someone came up with a game called Soggy Cookie. A cookie was put on this small table and all the players crowded round jerking off on the cookie. Then everyone was asked a question and the first guy to get theirs wrong had to chow down on the cum-coated cookie. Everyone knew this totally dozy guy would get his question wrong, and he did. So he ate the cookie. The thing is, he's so unintelligent that he thought doing so made him the man, enhanced his standing in the team. But, to the contrary, everyone was secretly disgusted that he had done it because no way in hell was anyone else gonna eat that disgusting jizz-smothered stinking thing even if they failed to answer their question. A couple of the boys said when they got home they had great sex with their GFs because their GFs were turned on by another guy having eaten their men's gooey tadpoles. Kinda gross if ya ask me.

I confess that I've recently become obsessed with watching videos of guys flashing or rubbing there cock on unsuspecting girls in a crowd or in queue..or in a bus or train. And I love it wen they manage to cum over these girls too! If any1 has any vids of them doin this or knows a site that has lots of this please let me know. :)
I also like it wen a the girl see's them cum over her or catches them! Amazing!

It was a Friday evening in late March 2019. My wife was halfway through her two-week overseas trip to visit her brother, and I had the house to myself (except for my cat). Earlier that week I’d texted Jamie to see if she was up for a visit to one of our local XXX theaters, a possibility we’d tossed back and forth since earlier in the year. She and I met the previous October, when a buddy of mine had arranged a gang bang as part of our group’s ongoing activities. Using Craigslist personals, our cadre of six to eight guys, aged 50-plus, had fucked close to a dozen women over the previous year. With that platform’s demise, activity was down considerably, but we’d had one great last party, with Jamie as the target. She’s in her mid-30s, a petite 5’1” and just slightly more than 120 pounds, a natural brunette with dyed-blonde streaks, a shaved pussy, and 34B tits. On that October 2018 Sunday afternoon, five of us guys (ranging in age from 53 to 67) worked her over for the better part of three hours. Every hole was violated multiple times, she had semen leaking out of both lower orifices (not to mention the multiple shots she’d taken down her throat), and her orgasms had easily surpassed the two-dozen mark. Driving her home later that day from the hotel room where we’d done our dirty work, Jamie insisted she’d had the time of her life.

Five months later, I contacted her to ask if she wanted to accept the offer I’d made on that drive home. Jamie returned my text midday Thursday, and I agreed to pick her up the following evening for a night of as much semi-public debauchery as she could handle. It turned out she’d just been released from jail that day, having served five days in the county lockup for failing to appear at a DUI hearing. Subsequently bailed out by a friend, she announced how horny she felt, clearly ready for some action.

She popped into my car wearing a black mesh see-through top (no bra), covered by a light zip-up jacket, plus a black micro-mini skirt (barely covering her ass) and ankle boots with four-inch heels. I asked what she was wearing underneath the skirt, and in reply she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her thighs. “Black crotchless panties. You like them?” she asked. Her pussy was silky smooth and already wet.

We drove over to Circus Cinemas, the XXX movie house in North Denver. The downstairs area is an adult store, featuring tons of videos for sale plus every possible type of sex toy you can imagine. Upstairs there are three theaters, each showing hardcore fuck films. One is devoted exclusively to gay porn, while the other two show a constantly rotating mix of professionally shot hetero porn drawn from studios like Brazzers, Vixen Video, etc. A few years ago, the owners had installed new fold-down stadium-type seats with armrests in between each. The theaters have seven or eight rows of five seats each, but the place rarely has more than 12-18 patrons at any one time.

I paid our $12 entry fee and we headed up the stairs. This place has CCTV with monitors in each theater, so it’s possible for customers to see who’s coming in and whether they’re heading for one of the movie theaters. Women don’t come here often, so the appearance of a female always draws considerable attention. Couples seem to fit into one of three stereotypical roles. Most are there for stimulation, so they come in, watch the screen for 20 or 30 minutes (some sit stoically while others might engage in some light petting), and then split, presumably to return home to fuck while the juices are still flowing. A smaller number are there to show off, gladly allowing those around them to watch-and-jerk while they engage in oral sex. We usually see the girl go down on the guy, suck him dry after a short spell, and then they leave.
The third group, by far the rarest, is where the woman is there to engage with random customers. This almost always involves her performing blow jobs on assorted guys, while her companion either (a) simply watches, (b) finger-fucks her at the same time, (c) either goes first or patiently awaits his turn, or (d) joins in. In all the times I’ve gone to CC, I’ve never seen any full-on intercourse – well, except for that one time a truck-driver type fucked a cross-dresser in his ass.

Jamie was clearly ready for us to be part of that third group. We slipped into Theater One, where she promptly led me down to the front row. Most of the action takes place in the darkened recesses of the back row, but it’s a cramped space. Jamie clearly preferred the front, where there were no obstacles for anyone to approach her. It was 7:30 on a Friday, but the place was pretty empty. I counted five guys in both theaters, and none of them seemed ready to hit on Jamie. She slipped her hand into my sweats –I’d worn sweatpants commando-style, anticipating the action to follow – while I reached over and started to play with her pussy. After about 15 minutes of this, and with no one coming forward she said, “Let’s get out of here and head over to Pleasures.” On our way out, she talked me into buying her a pint-sized vibrator from the bargain bin, which would come into play much later that evening.

West Colfax in Denver is an old Jewish neighborhood that is now mostly Hispanic. A fixture at King & Colfax is the old Act I & Act II porn house, which was bought out a few years ago by the folks who operate multiple Pleasures adult stores around town. They remodeled the place, which mostly involved splitting the two big theaters into five mini-ones, and thankfully solved the problem of the place always smelling like piss. It’s a pricier entry fee ($24 for a couple), and they’re adamant about two things, both of which were told to us several times while I waited for the cashier to hand over my change. No unaccompanied women – ever – and couples are required to stay together the whole time.

We walked through the entry door into a dark corridor lined with viewing booths. Another aspect of this place is the melding of an old-time porn theater with modern booths, each with its own video screen and hundreds of XXX movie options. Your ticket price includes unlimited viewing over a six-hour period, although I’ve never seen anyone’s ticket checked to see if they’re overstayed their welcome. There must be 40-50 booths in all; some have doors that lock on the inside, but most are fairly open. The hallways wind around in a way that you almost wish you’d brought some breadcrumbs to scatter so you can find your way out again. This place was far better attended, and Jamie certainly attracted a lot of attention as we worked our way toward the east side of the building and its multiple mini-theaters.

Each theater shows a different porn genre, and it’s marked on the doors so you know what to expect. Only one runs pure hetero porn, though, and that’s where we were headed. It’s the theater farthest from the entrance, with two rows of five padded theater seats WELL PAST their sell-by dates, plus fairly spacious aisles all around the block of seats. Jamie again led me to the front row, but this time we had plenty of company. The first guy, around Jamie’s age, wasted no time in unzipping his jeans and pulling out his semi-hard dick. She tugged on his trouser leg to urge him closer and immediately sucked him all the way into her mouth. Then she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the base of his shaft while working her lips around the cock-head, meanwhile reaching over to me with her left hand and grabbing my wrist. She pushed my hand in between her spread-apart thighs, and I responded by shoving two fingers into her pussy and pressing my thumb against her clit.

This first guy lasted maybe three minutes and pulled out just as he was coming. Some of his semen landed on her outstretched tongue, but most got deposited on her chin. Before she had a chance to wipe it away, however, a much older guy (mid-50s?) jumped in front of her with his pants already down around his ankles. She went to work on him immediately. Meanwhile, I climbed down off my seat and knelt as close to her front as possible. Once she realized what I had in mind, she twisted toward me while pushing her companion over to the other side. This gave me much clearer access to her pussy, and I took full advantage. I did everything to her that she liked, with two fingers deep and up against her g-spot, my tongue flicking her clit and occasionally sucking on it hard between my lips, and pulling out my fingers to replace it with a rigid tongue. She loves to have her asshole worked as well, but with the narrow confines of the seating and the fact she was sucking off a guy who partially blocked my full access to her crotch, that was one maneuver that would need to wait until later.

Old Guy neatly shot his wad down her throat and got replaced right away by some hefty Hispanic dude. I kept eating and fingering her pussy, and she rode up against my face through three or four orgasms plus a total of four blow jobs to completion. My knees were getting sore, so I stood up just as Guy No. 4 (a chubby white guy in his 20s) blasted her face. At that Jamie was ready for a break, so I helped her up and scraped most of the jizz off her chin before feeding it to her. The crowd of guys, which had grown to about 15 from the time we’d started, let out a collective “Ooh.” She called out to the group, “Don’t go too far, boys. I’ll be back shortly.”

We found our way through the maze to one of the bathrooms, and I locked the door behind us as she sat down to take a pee. “Did you bring any condoms?” she asked. I admitted to be holding half a dozen, so she smiled and said, “Oh, good. Let’s go back and see who wants to fuck.” As we walked into the mini-theater to return to our seats, Jamie stopped short and confronted the same old guy who’d been her second oral customer. “You’re still here,” she stated rather than asked. “You got enough left to give me a good fuck?” He appeared speechless and could only nod, so she grabbed hold of his shirtfront and half-dragged him behind her as she made her way to the front row again. “Give him a rubber,” she instructed me, so I did and then went to lean against the side wall to watch what came next.

Jamie reversed herself and knelt on the sagging theater seat, halfway leaning over the back while spreading her legs. Old Guy dropped his drawers to display a reasonably erect dick, tore open the condom wrapper and expertly slipped it on. He leaned up against Jamie, trying to find the proper height to allow him entry. Meanwhile she reached down between her legs and helped guide him into her pussy. There was a bit of confusion and halfhearted thrusts as they tried to work out between them who was going to do what. But they eventually fell into a satisfactory rhythm, and Old Guy gave her everything he had. The room was quiet except for the XXX video playing up on the big screen, so it was possible to hear clearly the guys grunts as he thrust forward, the slap of his thighs on her ass, and the moans coming from her mouth as she rubbed her clit while getting fucked.

At this point the room was pretty full of guys. Most of them had their dicks out and were stroking them. Off in one corner I noticed, for the first time, two fairly hefty cross-dressers who were clearly T-gurls, complete with breasts on display by their low-cut outfits. The smaller one was on his knees, sucking some skinny guy’s cock. Meanwhile the larger one – at least 6-4, 275 – pushed away a couple of guys who were standing in the row behind Jamie. I later learned s/he went by the name of Brittany, since as we were leaving an hour or so later, Jamie made a point of collecting a phone number. Anyway, Brittany stood right in front of Jamie as she was getting fucked, waited a beat or two to size up the situation, and then moved those feminine garments aside to reveal a massively thick cock. Without saying a word or waiting for Jamie’s reaction, s/he pulled Jamie’s head forward with one hand while guiding that dick between her lips with the other. The sight of her choking on that monster may have been too much for Old Guy, because he quickly finished up inside her and withdrew.

Jamie forced her way off that cock and asked Brittany to fuck her. S/he grunted by way of reply and went to the front of the room. I offered up a condom as s/he passed by, only to be told in a high, lispy voice, “No thanks, I’ve got my own.” Brittany ripped open a Magnum, worked the latex over the massive cock-head and down the impressively thick shaft, and took Jamie fairly brutally. S/he grabbed Jamie’s buttocks and lifted her up off into the air, which was the only way Brittany could achieve full penetration without kneeling on the floor; that’s how much of a height difference there was between them. This repositioning forced Jamie’s head down to the bottom of the seat, her face plastered against the faux-velvet-covered seat back. Brittany pounded her mercilessly for at least 40 or 50 strokes before letting out a most unladylike bellow and freezing in place while “her” cock pulsed inside Jamie’s pussy. After withdrawing, Brittany spun Jamie around and stuck that jizz-covered dick into her mouth. Jamie calmly licked it clean and then tilted her head back so she could drain the cum from the used condom she’d grabbed out of Brittany’s hand and suspended up above her face. Those still assembled (literally) gave her a standing ovation.

As all good actors know when it’s time to leave the stage, Jamie decided the conclusion of her encounter with Brittany was the perfect exit line. She stood up, somewhat shakily it seemed, pointed to the jacket she’d shed so that I knew to grab it, and then took my hand as we made our way out of the theater. Knowing I hadn’t gotten much of Jamie’s attention so far, although I’d enjoyed the show immensely and was proud to have used my oral skills to make her cum multiple times, as we headed toward my car she said, “Let’s go back to your place and try out some of those toys you told me about. I can’t wait to run my new vibrator over my clit, and my ass needs some serious Zac-attention.” But the rest of the evening’s activities will have to wait for another time to be told.

You know how we all had that girl we lusted over in hs? Usually, it was the hottest girl, and you had 0 chances with her. Well, not for me. I was into this quiet, petite girl, and she always wore saggy clothes, and never was into the crowd and stuff, but man, she was, and still is, the most beautifull woman I have ever seen. Brunette, big, big eyes, luscious lips. Man, I am telling you, she was out of this world.

May is the time of year in which, there are aniversary celebrations, of graduation. 20 years for me. Last weekend I was there. In the mean time, I have been doing well in life, but she hasnt. She is still beautifull, dont get me wrong, still the most beautifull woman I have ever seen, but, judging by her clothes and, you know, lack of anti age treatment, you could see she is not in the best place.

She married some bum. Not literaly a bum, but a guy with no future, and she lingers on. We started talking, and she was really into learning about my life, since I moved away from my home town after graduation. At one point, when we were already pretty drunk, she told something like "ah you forgot about all of us, this is like a visit to a previous life for you", at which I blurred that I will never forget her, and that I never had.

That got her interested, so she was persistant. I admitted my infatuation with her, back in hs, and that I have thought about her many times after graduation. And that she is the most beautifull woman I have ever seen, and that I still have a boyish crush on her.

I guess she needed a compliment, or something like that. An hour later, my cock was in her ass, and I was dirty talking the most obscene shit you can imagine.

Life is good sometimes.

Confession: And this is just that, not much to respond to but some of you might get a kick out of it. I spent 6 hrs in the airport yesterday and after watching plane load after plane load of cockteasing sluts while I was killing time making laps, I found myself in the right spot at the right time. I had already passed this Dad, Mom and daughter a few times and couldn't take it anymore. No idea her age but she looked to be maybe college age. So no sick fucks, if you were hoping I'd say something different, move on. A petite brunette, nice C cups,, too small of a halter top and while they were jean shorts,, they were very small and her ass cheeks were literally hanging out. You know, the look of the college freshman after her first year of becoming a complete whore. I found myself passing them in a practically empty section and was eye fucking what I assumed to be the daughter as they approached and instinct just took over. I knew it could be a risk of a scene and getting into a fight but any Dad that let's his daughter dress like a piece of meat, is a complete pussy anyway and the mom, likely a secret whore herself. So, I just blurted out "excuse me" as we got close and put my hand up in kind of a stop motion. They all stopped and Dad was right next to me, followed by the mom and daughter. I asked "Is this your daughter?" Looking at the parents then over the slut and looked her up and down. Lol. In unison both of them said yes to which I immediately said "thank you". They were confused as fuck and the mom said "What? Thank us for what?". I glanced to see a large mass of people coming as she was saying this as a plane apparently just started offloading nearby then I hit them with it. The timing was just to perfect and we were all pointed in the right directions. Them against the oncoming crowd and me with the direction the crowd was going. So I said it. "Thank you for letting your daughter dress like a piece meat so all of us to have something to look at". Eye fucking her as I said it and completely ignoring the parents and immediately followed by saying directly to the whore "Good girl slut". This all happened fast and none of them could even comprehend what just happened or what was said. The slut, staring wide eyed, mouth open. The parents, lips moving, slightly stammering trying to form some kind of verbal response but nothing came out as I instantly started walking away and purposely maneuvering left to right around people so I'd quickly be lost in the crowd. LOL, I walked to the other end of the airport and never saw them again. Funny as fuck.

I have a confession about a fantasy I have. I doubt I'll ever be able to do it and I'd never ask my wife to do so as I'd never be able to look at her the same after... which might not be so bad, honestly. I want to find a beautiful girl between 19-27 with larger c cup breast to meet with me at 7am. Have her strip down completely naked and put on 2 nipple clamps attached by a lengthy cord that drops just below her belly button, insert a butt plug of whatever size will fit and then put on a pair of vibrating panties with a remote control with various settings. Then I will give her a bright orange sun dress and white heels and take her out for the entire day. During the car rides she has to pull the sun dress all the way up above her breast, put on a blindfold and a pair of ear plugs and lean forward and place both hands on the dashboard so that her clit is fully pressed against the underwear. I will then turn the underwear on to the highest setting and roll down the windows and drive through the most crowded areas I can at a slow steady speed while I tug at the cord attached to the clamps. I'll do this to every place we go to. And we will go everywhere. When we get out of the car she must leave her dress up and casually stretch and yawn loudly as if she's just getting out of bed. Then we'll walk all the way across the parking lot to the building we're going to. I will pay but she'll do every order and talk to every person she can. Shake hands with them and make eye contact complimenting managers, sales reps, children, and animals. All the while I'll be controlling the settings on her panties. When we enter a crowded room she must casually adjust her dress and pull it flat against her butt to briefly expose the bottom the butt plug. If she has more than a 3 sentence conversation with someone she must shake their hand and if the panties aren't on the highest setting already I will turn them up the moment their hands touch. When she sits down at any time she must land full weight on the plug and bounce 3 times. If at any time I see her coming close to an orgasm I will turn the panties off completely and allow time for it to subside. We'll go everywhere and anywhere. She will not be allowed to squat at any point she must lean and keep her legs straight with her butt faced towards the largest crowd and she must pull down on the clamp cord at the same time. Occasionally while she does this I will walk up behind her and smack the plug. At the end of the day I will talk her to a hotel room with a large balcony which she must put in her name while following all rules set for the day. She will also inform the attending staff that she's not shy and will most likely leave her door unlocked and wink I will then smack her plug and pay for the room. We will proceed to her room and I will make her stand on the balcony and remove the sun dress. I will then turn the panties back to their highest setting place the remote on the floor and pull on clamp cord while fucking her butt with the plug allowing her the first orgasm of the day. I will then remove the panties and the plug but not the clamps. The cord for the clamps will be pulled over her head and placed behind her neck. I will bend her over and place a very large, very thick dildo in to her vagina and fuck her ass while she holds on to the balcony railings. I will do this repeatedly until I get bored with it and then leave her to do whatever she pleases. How she gets home is her problem.

So I went for a few beers after work in a local dive bar, when I got in it was a good crowd of the usual suspects and a cougar that was new, I got the empty seat next to her at the bar and after a few minutes we got into a conversation about general shit, I bought her a few drinks and then she got all flirty. Two hours into kit she said she had to go so she went out to call a cab, when she came back in she asked if I wanted to go into the parking lot to say goodnight cause the cab would be 15 minutes. Out we go and she drops my pants to the ground and starts blowing me and it was good. I came in her mouth about ten seconds before the cab pulled in and she just piped up and jumped in the back .I pulled up my pants and the fucking bitch had stolen my wallet. Most expensive blow job ever!!!

What would you do to destroy this dumb little slut? Would you pass her around the crowd or keep her for yourself?

Last week I was on a packed tube train and the man in front of me suddenly put his hand between us so that it was pressed against my cock. He left it there for a minute or so, then when he realised that I wasn't moving away he started to move his hand up and down. I was telling myself that I couldn't move away, then I realised that I didn't want to move away. I started to get very hard and he began pressing on my cock while rubbing. Because it was so crowded nobody could see what was happening. After a few minutes and about 4 stops, I got that feeling that I would soon be cumming in my pants. Then at the next stop, he was gone, leaving me with a very hard cock and desperate to cum. I've tried to find him every night since then but I only saw him from behind and I guess he never saw me. I so wish that it would happen again.
Has this sort of thing happened to anybody else.

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

i so want to make a profile here so i can check out chat, etc, but i'm so worried that my kinks will raise eyebrows. lol. and i also feel that a younger crowd dominates these boards, and i don't want to be ridiculed. (i'm an older white female) and the moral fags, omg. STFU or GTFO. can i stay or should i go? what do i do?

Pauline The Slut - Part 18: Performing
 
The next day I dressed as instructed. I hated this dress. My husband had bought it online. It was as described, a white strap dress. A collection of straps which just about covered my nipples and ran between my buttocks and around to my navel. It left nothing to the imagination.

They arrived at noon. I was shocked when I went outside. Beth was driving my car. She insisted on taking pictures of me posing across the front of the car. I was forced to smile and spread my legs wide. She was enjoying herself.
 

We eventually left with me in the back seat. When we got out off town I was ordered to take the dress off. As we approached a truck I had to open the window and stick my head and breasts out giving the driver a big smile and shaking my breasts at him. I had to do this every time we passed one. One or two nearly crashed.  As we approached a town I was told to put my dress back on. I recognised the town from the last time we were here. We entered the run down mall that we had previously visited and drove around back to the Adult Store. This time there were about 30 cars outside. I had a terrible feeling as we pulled up outside.

Tony met us at the door. My husband introduced him to Beth. They ignored me. Tony handed my husband an envelope of money. "We sold 42 tickets." Tony then led us into a back room. It was set up like a theatre with rows of seats and a stage. The room was full of men and a few women. My husband turned to me.

"Tony has got some new stock in and your going to model it for him. You'll walk around the stage, smiling, being sexy and making sure everyone has a good time. Now go around back, Tony will tell you what to do."

Tony was waiting for me. There were a rail of about 30 outfits. He explained what he wanted and warned me that if things went wrong he would whip me from head to toe. He then handed me a drink. "The stage lights will be hot and we don't want you fainting so keep yourself hydrated. There's more there in the jug." Tony then went outside and introduced me. 

"We are delighted you have been able to join us today for our fashion event. I would like you to give a big warm welcome to the star of the show, Pauline The Slut."  

I put on the first outfit, a white PVC dress and headed out on the stage. There were whistles and cat calls as I went out. People had their phones out and were taking photos. I walked all the way around the edge of the stage, smiling, shaking my hips and breasts. There was a lot of hollering and whistleing. I went back and changed into the second outfit, a black bdsm two piece. Tony handed me my drink before I went back on the stage.

Over the next 90 minutes I paraded around the stage in each of the outfits. I felt relaxed and worked really hard to make sure I put on a good show. When I modelled the last outfit, Tony told me to take a rest. He handed me my drink and went back out to the stage. He told the audience that there would be a short break before the main event and he invited people to browse the store while they changed the stage.
 

I wondered what the main event was. I was glad that my part was finished. I sipped on my drink as I heard something being moved on the stage. Tony came back with my husband. I was handed a dildo bigger than my one and told to get naked. As Tony went back outside and invited people to take their seats my husband told me that I was now to go back on stage and perform like I had for him and Beth the night before. I couldn't believe what he was saying. I was to perform with the dildo in front of all these people. My husband handed me my drink.

Tony came back and told us everything was ready. I looked at my husband. He came over and kissed me. "Now be a good slut and put on a great performance for me." He then pushed me towards the stage.

I went out. There was a bed in the middle of the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Pauline The Slut will perform solo for your entertainment." Tony announced. 

I don't know if it was the lights or the crowd but my head began to spin. I felt like I was looking down on my body from above. I left the dildo on the bed and moved to the front of the stage.  I danced in time with the music and began to run my hands all over my body. I fondled my breasts, ran my nail across my nipple before pinching really hard. I took my breast in my hand and licked my nipple. The crowd went mad.

I moved to the edge of the bed, sat down and spread my legs wide apart. I could see the audience lean forward for a better look. I parted my cunt lips with my fingers giving everyone a view into my pussy. I brought my other hand up to my mouth and licked a finger before lowering my hand to my vagina and inserting it inside me. There was a hush in the room.  I started to masturbate with my fingers exploring inside my vagina while the other hand toyed with my clitoris. I lay back on the bed and found the dildo. I ran my tongue up and down the length of the dildo before taking it in my mouth and sucking. My other hand continued to work inside my vagina.

I took the dildo from my mouth and teased my vagina with it before plunging it into my cunt. By now I had forgotten the crowd and was concentrating on my performance. I was fucking myself really hard lifting my arse off the bed, panting and perspiring. I heard myself moan and felt my body shudder as I imbedded the dildo deep inside me. I reached an orgasm, screamed and collapsed on the bed.

The audience applauded and whistled showing their appreciation for the show.

I'm groped on the subway and I enjoyed it
My car is being repaired. I had to take the subway to work. I was in a coat and boots with heels, my uniform blouse and a skirt under the coat. I haven't used the subway for a long time and it was a shock to me to see so many people crowding inside. I was almost immediately pushed back from the entrance and pressed against some guy near the wall. I was terribly uncomfortable and had to lean my body against this guy to keep my balance. He was not tall, about 8-10 inches shorter than me, but big, and I did not have time to examine him. After a while, I felt someone's hand on my leg, a little above the knee, where the coat ended. I thought it was an accident, but the hand remained on my leg. It could have been the hand of one of the guys behind me, but I was pretty sure it was the guy behind me who decided to touch me. Nothing happened, I decided and did not show it. But the hand began to crawl a little higher, sliding over the fabric of the stockings. At that moment I was worried, it was scary but a little exciting. And I regretted that I wore stockings today instead of pantyhose. A hand had already lifted the bottom of my coat and was sliding down my thigh, no one could see it, but I froze. He felt the top edge of the stocking and lingered a little while feeling it. Fear began to be replaced by excitement. His hand moved to my buttock, he moved it uncertainly, probably it was uncomfortable for him, because he had to crawl under both the coat and the skirt. He pushed the fabric of the panties to the side to completely expose my buttocks and continued to squeeze, pinch and stroke it. I quickly got excited by this. He ran his finger between my buttocks stroking the lips of my pussy. And he put his hand between my legs, I slightly parted the legs to give him space. He stroked my thighs from the inside, sometimes touching my panties. I felt like I was starting to get wet. He put his hand on my panties and completely covered my pussy with it. His index finger rested on my clit, and his thumb stroked the lips, slightly pressing on them, so that the fabric of the panties began to squeeze between the lips of my pussy. He only did it for a couple of minutes, but my panties got wet. He tucked under the hem of the panties and pushed them to the side, exposing my pussy. He returned his hand to its original place, but now his thumb stroked my pussy between the lips from the hole to the clit. I tried to bend even harder, so that it was imperceptible from the side and it was easier for him. His thumb made a circular motion massaging my hole and dived inside. At that moment, I dreamed that it was a dick. He started fucking me with his finger, his fat finger couldn't go deep into me, I couldn't come from it but it was fantastically nice. His palm was probably already halfway covered in my lube. I wanted to continue but my trip was ending. I ran my hand behind my back and removed his hand, straightened my coat and moved to the exit. I didn't even think about whether he would follow me. I wanted to come to my office toilet as quickly as possible and bring myself to orgasm. What I did, put myself in order, and I'm already working. True, I had to take off my wet panties .... so I'm now in a skirt, stockings, boots and no panties .... and after writing this, I'll probably go to the toilet again ...

I confess, I like getting a little chubby the walk through a crowded public space. Most "normal" people don't notice, but plenty do! I get so turned on by unexpecteing people seeing my bulge.

I confess that every day on the bus home from work I jerked off in front of this girl, and now she is steadily building confidence to jerk me off until orgasm.

So here's the long version -

One day after work I was ridiculously horny. On top of this the vibrations of the bus further reinforced a steadily growing boner.

There was only one seat left on the bus and that was the one next to the window next to me. A young shy looking woman got onto the bus, and I had to move over to the window seat to allow her to sit next to me.

... The one day I had to leave my coat at fucking work and it was the day I could have used it to cover the boner in my pants!! There's nothing I really could have done, and I was praying that she didn't see it, but she did. It was well defined.

I just looked out of the window, red faced. But I saw in the reflection on the window that she was staring at it because she thought I couldn't see her. After about a minute straight of her looking at the hard boner in my pants I was getting excited.

I decided to start stroking it a little bit every now and then. I saw her starting to look up from my cock to my face and back down again. She eventually had to get off on her stop. I made her believe that I never saw her looking, because I didn't want to scare her off.

The next day I got on the bus there were more empty seats, but she still decided to sit next to me. I didn't have an erection straight away, and I saw in the reflection on the window she looked a bit disappointed.

I took a daring move and slid a hand in my pants and stoked my cock and made it hard again. I remained facing the window so she still believed I didn't notice her looking.

I then undid my zip and slipped my rock hard cock out. I stroked it and she was a bit open mouthed at first and she tried to convince herself, I could tell, that she was disgusted. But she eventually came to her senses and realised she wanted it badly.

I began jerking it at a steady pace, watching the reflection in the window as she was memorized by my hand jerking my cock... then something set me up for a whopper of an orgasm.

She moved slightly closer to me so we were touching legs. She looked up at the back of my face and started breath heavily on the back of my neck...

That was all far too exciting, knowing that she was with me now. I moaned and shot a huge load onto the seat in front of me. She got off at her usual stop, but she left a pack of tissues behind. I smiled when I saw them.

Unfortunately that was friday, and I would see her again until monday, but I saved all the cum I'd usually shoot on my weekends, and save it for her.

Long story short she sat next to me again, she made her leg touch mine....

But this time she grabbed my free hand and held it in her own. I felt really excited and felt as if I was going to cum within seconds, and I couldn't resist. I turned my head around to face her, and we looked into each others eyes.

I know It sounds gay as hell, but I feel we were connecting in a really sexy but beautiful way. She rested her head underneath my chin, and put her other hand on my leg. She wasn't quite over her shyness enough to touch my cock yet, but just her rubbing my thigh was hot enough.

I shot a huge cum load again. But I moaned far too loud and the whole crowd of people in front of us heard. But thankfully, they all just giggled to themselves and forgot about it.

We had a conversation... at last, after that time. She gave me her skype and we spent all night talking about our experiences. She said she's still shy of having her hand on my cock while I cum, but she'll eventually desensitize herself to it.

She sent me a pic. She's older than I thought at 29! I'm only 22, but I think she looks younger than she is.

I groped her while we stuck in crowd. Still I can not stop cumming while I thinking about

This is relatively tame for here, but I guess that comes with being honest with the story.

I was roped into doing chaparone/bouncer duty by a friend of mine for a party her younger sister threw. The younger sister's 18, and the guests were a bunch of high school seniors.

It was loud, but I brought earplugs. The music was crap, but I brought earplugs.

There was a lot of drinking going on, and I could tell by the odor floating through the house that some of the guests had brought weed. Considering that my friend's parents are stoner as stoners can be, I didn't raise a fuss. I was there to collect the door fee, keep people out of the mechanical room, and make sure some idiot doesn't try to jump off a balcony.

Despite some very low bustiers and short skirts, which I certainly did enjoy, I didn't see a single bit of skin that wasn't meant to be shown all night.

What was hot as could be, however, was going to find the 18-year-old hostess to ask a question, and finding her in a passionate kiss with one of her female friends. The crowd had their phones out to record it. I'm still prowling the net looking for one of those videos.

I confess that I want to try telling underage girls that they're sexy and seeing what happens. Would I get slapped, would I get something good?

I'd also like to grab some teen girl ass in a public place one day, maybe in a crowd so I could get away with it.

I confess two things both from gigs that happened a few months ago.
The first one was there was a girl, she looked about 15 at most but she was so hot - during the chaos of the encore I reached out and grabbed her boob. She looked around shocked but I moved off to avoid being spotted.
The second is slightly more, in front of me and my friend in the queue to go in was this girl with birds tattooed between her neck and cleavage, I again noticed her in one of the support acts drinking heavily at the bar. In the main bands set I saw her in the moshpit, clearly drunk and her top had been almost completely ripped off by some guys leaving her in her bra, the remains of her top and her short shorts. I guided her away from the moshpit and into the more crowded areas and started feeling her up subtly, she barely reacted so I thought "why not" and slid my hand up her shorts, she turned around and I put my hand through her shorts and started to finger her. She grabbed me and pressed herself against me and I could feel her getting so wet, but then the crowds started moving again and she was pushed away from me. I fingered her again whilst she tossed me off later that night in the crowd but then never saw her again.

Just got back from a week with my extended family. Cousins, Aunt's, Uncles, Parents siblings all of us. They're were about 30 of us. Most of the grandkids 12 of us are in our early 30's and 20's. My Aunt is fairly well to do and has a big house where all the parents stay. I have a cousin who lives in my Grandparents house and all the single cousins stayed there.7 of us, the youngest who are 17 yr old twins and they stayed at my aunts,4 boys 3 girls. We got back Christmas Eve and started drinking. Lot of funny stories and laughs and pranks on the ones that crashed first. That night my cousin Heather,who is adopted along with her two brothers the twins, and I were chatting. I'm 25 and she is 23. She was telling me about her new job and that she could transfer to several different cities if she wanted. We've always been close, our parents lived across the ST from each other most of our lives until her dad transferred about 4 hrs away right before her FR year of high school. The drunker we got the closer she got to me when she told me she had a secret. I asked her what and she leaned over and told me she's had a crush on me since she was 12. She kissed me on the cheek then patted my head like a little boy then she went to bed. She's not gorgeous she is attractive and in shape but she has something about her that makes you want to be with her. Anyways I immediately was turned on but figured it was drunk nonsense. I crashed on the couch. Everybody started waking up way to early but my Aunt was calling mad bc we where supposed to be having brunch and she knew we were all hammered. I got in the shower and was trying to wake up when Heather busted in. She had on a tank top no bra and yoga pants. She said sorry but it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before. I said it was almost 20 yrs ago and neither one of had any hair. She pulled her yoga pants out looked down and said somethings never change. Then yanked back the shower curtain and said well I guess they do in your case. Then closed it back and started putting on her make up and getting ready. Then was gone. She spent the rest of the day slapping me, patting me, hugging me, snuggling by me on the couch.I could tell she was flirting but I just couldn't imagine why. That day passed we all went back and crashed. I grabbed a bed that night bc the couch sucks. About the time I fell asleep Heather came in and asked if she could sleep on the floor like she did when were kids. We talked for a second and as we were drifting off she said Gnight, I love You. I said love you too which she responded NO I LOVE YOU. Then rolled over and went to sleep. I laid there suddenly wide awake not having a clue what's going. When I woke up the next morning she was already up fixing breakfast for everybody. We stayed pretty busy that day going to the mall, which we did every year, just to get in to all the craziness. She took every advantage to touch me that day holding my hand to pull me through a crowd or hitting me when I teased her. That night I grabbed the bed again. This time she asked if she could sleep with me but had her own blankets. We talked more that night she told me about breaking up with her fiancé because there was only one guy she could ever love. She asked about old friends then kissed me on the cheek and told me she loved me then rolled over and went to bed. Luckily I was super tired and fell asleep and didn't have to think about. Things went like this for the next couple of days. Touching, teasing, flirting and cryptic messages about love. New Years Eve we all went to a big party at this bar downtown. We were all getting pretty hammered and dancing. She stayed pretty close to me all night and told guys that asked her to dance I was her boyfriend. The drunker she got the closer she danced on me until she was grinding her ass in my crotch. I was pretty hard and turned on like crazy. The countdown started and the clock struck 12 and we kissed. We made out long after we should have stopped. When we finally came to our senses she looked me in the eyes and Said I've wanted to do that since the day we drove off when we moved. I looked around and made sure none of the family was around which I don't think they were. I grabbed her hand and texted my cousin we were grabbing a taxi and heading home. On the ride we made out and got grabby over the clothes. We got to the house and got in the bed and made out some more until all her alcohol decided it needed somewhere else to go. She at least made it to the bathroom before covering the tile floor with various types of shots and mixed drinks and maybe some pizza. She threw up for a while and I cleaned up the bathroom and put her in the shower with her t shirt and panties on. I brought her a towel and a t shirt of mine and got her into bed where she immediately fell asleep. I laid on the floor and passed out pretty quick. The next morning I woke up and she was still asleep. I watched her sleep and realized how beautiful she really was and how much I laughed over the last week. Most of the cousins left yesterday flying or driving to different parts of the country. We were left alone as my cousin who lived there had some stuff to do. We chatted and you could tell things were tense and she was scared of what I thought now that I was sober. I finally said I guess we are kissing cousins now and her face went bright red. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom and locked the door and I could tell she was crying. She told me to leave her alone. So I did. She came out about an hour later and said she was going to take a nap and locked the bedroom door. She slept for 3 hours and finally woke up at 6. My cousin texted that he wasn't coming home but was going to stay at his GF's house. So I told her it was just us. We got dressed and went to a restaurant to eat. We barely talked and when we did it was about nothing. On the way home she finally spoke up and told me she was in love with me and wanted to be with me. She told me her job had an opening back in our hometown and that she was thinking about moving back. That her parents where transferring again and her brothers where going with them until they graduated. She didn't want to be alone and we had plenty of family around. I told her That was great but was a little freaked out with the whole in love with me stuff ,I knew who she was talking about but finally saying it out loud was a bit weird. We got home and watched a movie and started a fire and I wrapped up in a blanket. After about 30 mins Heather moved next to me and asked if she could share the blanket. I lifted it up and invited her next to me. She started snuggling me until we were making out again. After some kissing she was rubbing my cock on the outside of my basketball shorts. She pushed me back and slid her hands down my shorts and was stroking my cock under my shorts. I pulled off her shirt and started kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. After a bit she took off my shirt and started kissing down my chest until she got to my shorts. She looked up like she was asking permission and I smiled and she pulled down my shorts and started kissing my cock. I've never been so hard in my life. When she finally took it her mouth I swear it grew another inch. She sucked and stroked and kissed my cock and balls for a bit.I pulled her up to me and kissed her and told her I wanted to taste her. She told me I couldn't bc she had started that morning but that she wanted me to come for her. So she went back and started sucking again going a little deeper this time. I was getting close and told her I was going to cum. She said cum in my mouth and I immediately shot a rope down her throat that made her gag. She swallowed every last drop then moved back up and kissed me we made out a little more but I was pretty much done after cumming. We went to bed and talked some more and kissed then went to bed spooning. This morning when we woke up we made out some more then took a shower together. She jerked me off in the shower and I played with her tits and rubbed her clit but she wouldn't let me do much more. We both packed and went to my aunts and ate breakfast. It was weird bc her parents where still there and I felt like a dirty child. We all chatted until I had to leave to drive the three hour back home. She walked me to the car and kissed me on the cheek and told me again she loved me and to call me when I get home so she knows I'm safe.

Well we just got off the phone and we are both freaking out. She told her mom a few weeks back that she was in love with me and that that's why she broke off her engagement. Her mom warned her that she would probably wind up heart broken bc even though we weren't blood relatives that I might think it was more than weird dating my "cousin". Our mom's are sisters and I honestly think my mom would love it if we got together bc she used to say what a cute couple we would make but I can't imagine my dad would be happy.

So now I'm torn. If this was some girl I just grew up with I could try it and if it didn't work it wouldn't matter bc I wouldn't see her for every holiday for the rest of my life. On the flip side she is awesome and I really want to fuck her but I could see it working out. Who knows? Any ideas?

how come some people get so offended about what people post here? why not just ignore a thread if you don't like it? every pedo thread even if there is no links or pictures will have the same crowd crying about it why come here at all if you're just going to get offended?

anyone know similar sites like motherless? motherless has gotten extremely boring and i'm ready to follow the crowd and get out of here. any suggestions to start with? PM if you got anything good

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

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

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

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

A lot of people hate winter but I love it. I get to wear my heavy coats with the pockets cut out and stand inches away and sometimes bump into her as I jack off under the coat. Just today I was in a crowded subway and was pressed against this young girl, she smelled wonderful. My dick kept poking against her ass as I jacked off until I shot a big load. I pulled my hand that had cum on it and rubbed it on her coat.

WHAT NATIONALITY WAS JESUS?

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:
1. He called everyone brother
2. He liked Gospel
3. He didn't get a fair trial

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Father's business
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:
1. He talked with His hands
2. He had wine with His meals
3. He used olive oil

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:
1. He never cut His hair
2. He walked around barefoot all the time
3. He started a new religion

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian:
1. He was at peace with nature
2. He ate a lot of fish
3. He talked about the Great Spirit

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:
1. He never got married..
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.

But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was virtually no food
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do

Can I get an AMEN!!

Part 2 of, big nosed nurse turned into slut.As I wrote before, I was working in a hospital as an attendant and got friendly with this nurse. I saw her outside of work but never fancied her. Her dress style was really awful, granny type dresses and she had a huge nose. It was only after she had a couple of accidents which got her uniform dirty and then her spare one also got ruined. She borrowed a workmates uniform which was tight in all the right places, made me take notice of her. Got chatting to her, invited her over for some pizza and during the evening I tried my luck with her. She was kind of hesitant, so I didn't push it. I asked was she ok and she said that she never did it with someone before. I said that it has very natural and it didn't make a difference how unixperianced she was. She mentioned that she saw a porn video and she wasn't as flexible as the women on the video. I laughed and said there wouldn't be too many that loose. I said to watch these videos, the most of them are more realistic and I got Motherless on the laptop and after watching then I turned a virgin into a dick lover. She would call over to my place every so often for a chat, well that's what she called it, which always ended in sex. This was going on for months. I'd see her out, she'd be with a few of her workmates but she never had any guy chat her up. All of her other friends had guys trying to pick them up but Marie was always left alone. One of the nights that she called over, she asked me " is it because of my nose that no fellow is interested in her". I told her that I thought it had nothing to do with your nose that it was more about your style of clothes. I told her about the uniform she had on when I first, really noticed her. God help her, she did buy new clothes but they weren't much of an improvement. ‌Marie knew that I was always off with the guys, that I wasn't interested in a steady relationship. I only wanted to have a bit of fun. So when she asked me to go away with her for a weekend, it kinda startled me. She said she won a weekend away at this fancy hotel. I didn't know what to say but Marie said that it means nothing, but she thought it might be fun to get away for a few days. Well I thought, the city where the hotel is, really has a name for hen and stag partys. Heck, i said why not. The weekend arrived and she drove us. During the journey she brought up about her style in clothing and I again mentioned how tight figure hugging outfits would really suit her. I offered to go with her to give my opinion and she accepted. The one I told her to put on for the first night was a short tight sun dress with string straps over her shoulders. When it was time to go out, she slipped on the dress and came out saying that she wasn't too sure about this. I said to her, me too. I said that she'll have to get rid of the bra because it was ruining the look of the dress. WHAT, she said in a puzzled voice. I said it again, ditch the bra because with all the straps showing its taking away from the dress. So back into the room she went. She came back out saying, "are you sure about this". Wow, what a change. I told her that she really looks hot. She was happy with everything except not having a bra on. I told her that we'd take a walk and see how she felt after wearing it for a while. We went for a walk, then for a bite to eat and she was getting comfortable with her new style of a dress. After dinner we headed to this popular and very busy bar. We squeezed our way up to the counter and ordered the drinks. After 4 drinks we decided to get out and see if we could find a quieter bar but I had to go to the restroom. I told Marie to wait here, that I'll be right back and don't be shocked if one of the 3 guys who were standing near us would come up to you. She slowly turned to take a look at who I was talking about, turned back and said, no way would, they, or anyone come up to me. I headed off, did the job and when I came out of the restroom, sure enough one of them was talking to her with his hands all over her back and shoulders. When I got there he scattered away and we headed off back to the hotel for a few more drinks. She couldn't get over how I knew someone would try to talk to her. She said that he wanted to buy her a drink. She said "that never happened to me before". I told her if she let me pick out another outfit for tomorrow night, our last night, that she'd have a lot of the bar looking at her and a good few looking to get off with her. "That'll never happen" she said. Give me your card and I'll guarantee you'll have a choice of guys. After getting back to the hotel for those few more drinks, I noticed this couple sitting at a table near the restroom, the man was facing the room and the lady was sitting alongside him. When Marie went to the restroom I could see that the man couldn't take his eyes off of her. I could understand why. When Marie would walk her boobs would be bouncing everywhere. When she got back I told her about the man staring at her and she loved hearing about it. She said that she's going to walk past and look for herself and sure enough he couldn't take his eyes off her....or was it her boobs. She came back and she was so delighted to think that someone was ogling her. After one last drink, I said to Marie "why don't you give him something to really stare at and drop our key card near his table, bend from the waist to pick it up". She didn't have to be asked twice, up she popped, took the key card out of her bag. She went well past the table, turned around to come back and dropped the card in front of the table. The man said to Marie "sorry I think you dropped something" . With that she turned back, thanked him and bent over and picked it up. Man, you should've seen him. He had his neck stretch, his eyes were huge as Marie boobs almost fell out of her dress. We finished and the 2 of us headed up to our room and Marie was super horny.‌ What a night.‌‌The next morning after breakfast Marie handed me her credit card, gave me her pin and said that she couldn't wait to see what I'd pick out for her. Little did she know what I had in mind for her outfit. I knew the size of most things but not her bra or shoe size. I took a look at one of her bras and then her shoe and headed off to go shopping. After a few pit stops....beers and a joint....my ideas of an outfit were getting wilder. I went from one shop to the next and before long I had everything I needed. A few more beers and back to the hotel. I put her outfit in my bag, left her credit card on the bedside table and headed down to the pool for most of the day, meeting up with Marie for lunch. She wanted to know what I got her but I wouldn't tell her. I said she'd have to wait until we get ready for the night. We wasted more time walking the city and taking in some sights and museums. We headed to the hotel to get ready to have dinner, then to a few bars. Marie took a shower and I put her outfit on the bed for her. After a bit I heard this shout, "you can't be serious" and came out of the bedroom with the outfit in her hands. I said " try it on before you judge it, sure didn't you say the same thing about last nights dress as well". She said ok and went back into the bedroom. 15 minutes later she comes out with the outfit on, giving out that I bought the wrong size bra, that I only got a B cup and not a C size..... OMG....I couldn't believe how she looked. She looked like the biggest slut around, prostitute-like. It was better than I ever thought. I told her that the bra must have been labeled wrong on the hanger, it definitely said that it was 32C. I got her one of those push-up bras...hello boys....that had a leopard print on it. The smaller cup bra not only pushed her tits up but also, they were spilling out of the bra. Her white blouse had its buttons ready to pop because of the extra size that the push-up bra was giving her boobs. I could see the leopard print quite easily through the blouse. She was also tugging at her skirt, which was a mini....I tried to get the shortest one I could see....and I also bought these vintage looking platform boots that came below her knees which made it look like her legs went on forever. I told her that she looked beautiful. I said that the outfit really showed off all her great parts and took away from the thing you don't like. I went over to her and undid a couple of her buttons....she almost had them buttoned to the top......which really exposed her cleavage but she said " no way" and went to button them up. I said let's compromise and only button one up and she reluctantly agreed. As we started out the door, I called her back. I said that she had really visible pantie lines, that I should have gotten a g-string so it wouldn't ruin the look. She was pulling and stretching and trying to smooth the non-existent pantie lines. I said " the only way out of it is to take off your panties so the lines don't show". I couldn't believe it, she actually fell for it, and took off her pantie and asked was this better. ‌‌We went for dinner and as we walked to the restaurant Marie was either pulling her skirt down or trying to pull her blouse together. I told her how hot she looked and that it's so different from what she usually had on. "Trust me" I said.‌ At the meal she had a lot more to drink than what she normally would. I noticed that she was really loosening up, getting a lot more confident with herself. We paid the bill and headed to a bar. I told Marie that I had no doubt that she could have the choice of the bar tonight and don't be afraid because, you have what they want, so use it. We went into the bar It wasn't as crowded as last night but still the place was buzzing. We made our way to 2 stools at the counter and placed our order. Half way through that drink, I could see a few guys checking Marie out. I thought to myself, why wouldn't they be looking at that super fit body in an outfit that was only half covering her. I told Marie what I saw and wanted to see who they were. I said to her "I bet you the very minute I go to the restroom someone will come to chat you up" , and off I went. When I came back out there was 2 guys up at the bar alongside of her, one at either side. I could see that she had another drink Infront of her, a cocktail, so she definitely scored a drink out of them. I left her with the 2 guys and I started to check out the girls from the 3 different hen partys that were at this place. An hour passed and I checked back with Marie and I see her, now sitting at the table, with with these 2 guys and their 3 friends. I could see a load of empty and full bottles of beer and also 1 full cocktail glass plus 2 empty ones. Between the drink she had at the restaurant and what she had here, I'd say that Marie was well on it. I see her getting up from the table and gave a little wobble but steadied herself before making her was to the restroom. I met her on the way back to the table to see if everything was ok. She gave me a huge kiss, thanking me. She said that she couldn't believe how an outfit would make such a difference. As she was telling me this, a song started to play and she screams, "this is my favorite song" and goes into the middle of the crowded floor and starts to dance. She is so into the song, dancing by herself, in the middle of all the roudiness, on the floor. Before the song got into the second verse, Marie starts to get a lot of attention. 2 of the guys who were after getting her the cocktails saw Marie dancing. Before long she's in the middle of them spinning with her hands up over her head. The spinning stops, and she grabs one of the guys around the shoulders, and starts to grind on his leg. She stops the grinding and starts to circle rhythmically to the music, her finger tips rubbing on the guys chest as she spins. One of the guys catches Marie from behind and gets a handful of her boobs. He then started to grind his bulge on her ass and Marie was helping him by gyrating her ass. The other one has his leg between Marie's and she's riding his thigh and has a hold of his dick through his pants. The 3 of them were having of fully clothed orgy. The music stopped and they kept the orgy going for a bit before they stopped. As they walked back to the table, I started to chuckle to myself, I could see a wet patch on the leg of the guy who had his leg between Marie's legs. She must have left, snail marks, from her juices from the humping she was giving his leg. I had another drink and them cought Marie's attention, telling her that I was heading off. She jumped up and came over to me and said that she was ready also, and just left the table of guys....to their disappointment.On our walk back to the hotel, Marie didn't stop talking about the great time she had at the bar. She didn't notice....or was it care....that her blouse had only 2 buttons tied. Marie's blouse was being kept open by her boobs, exposing her leopard print bra. Her tits looked squished and were, spilling out, of the, to small of a cup size bra. She was getting a lot of attention from guys passing us. We arrive back to the hotel where I was going to take her up to the room, but Marie had a different idea, she turned and went into the bar. She ordered herself a cocktail and me a beer and sat at a table. I noticed the couple from the night before were sitting at the table straight across from us and just like last night the man couldn't take his eyes off if Marie. His wife was sitting with her back to us but Marie was really giving him something to look at. Marie was kind of slowing down from all the drink she was after consuming. She said that she thought she might head up to the room when she finished the drink.Just before Marie finished, she got up to go to the restroom having a huge wobble this time as she tried to walk. She was using the chairs and a table to steady her self, which she did, and headed off. She was just about to inter the door of the lady's when she stopped to talk to someone who was out of my live of view. After a bit I could see a hand on Marie's ass as she was talking but I still couldn't see who it was. Then she dissapeared from my sight passing the door of the lady's ( the only other place down there is the men's room). 10 - 15 minutes passed when she finally comes back to the table. One of Marie's nipples were completely out of her bra, almost her hole boob was showing. I could see what I looked like globs of cum in her hair and on her blouse. It didn't take a genius to know what she was doing. The next thing I see the man from the other table, comming from the restroom along with another fellow and they both headed to the bar. I could see them laughing and every so often turn to look down at our table. Eventually they took their drinks and headed back in different directions to their tables. It was time for us to head up to the room, I helped Marie up and as I stood her out I could see a wet patch where she was sitting......man..... she was taken from both ends like a pig on a spit. We arrived at our room, Marie collapsed on the bed without saying a word.The next morning I asked her how she enjoyed her night and she was very patchy with what happened, so I filled in the things she couldn't remember.Since then a load of the nurses she works with aren't talking to her. She's now taking any dick she can, her workmates boyfriends and a couple of husbands. She's now the hospital... SLUT...‌‌‌

I went to monday night amateurs at the local strip club after work. Gave my wife some lame excuse about a work dinner I'd forgotten about. Anyhow I looked up on stage and was shocked to recognize one of the girls... a coworker's wife. So I scanned the crowd but didn't see him, weird. Seeing her strip was hot, because I knew her and because I'd wanted to see those double d's for the past 5 years. Just to fuck with her I bought a private dance, best $30 special I spent. Her husband thought she was at "ladies night", stupid fuck.

She didn't win the night, she came in 4th out of 20 or so. We talked in her car in the parking lot for a bit. Talking led to parking someplace quieter. Parking led to head. She's used to japanese dick so my 8in made her gag a couple times. I had to wrap to tap, which I'm not used to since I bareback my wife. I'm not sure why people like rubbers... they suck... but I gave her multiples. After her 4th I took it off, barebacked her anyways, then pulled out and drained it on her face and tits. She started laughing, only able to open one eye cum plastered on her chin dripping on her huge tits. I used her own panties to wipe it off.

Just a friendly reminder to the handful of homophobic bigots here. You do realize that you are the minority in this crowd don't you? The majority of the people here are normal, open minded, and not intimidated by other people's sexuality. When you open your mouth to spew your hate, you look like complete fucking idiots. You are afraid of others and you haven't a clue who you really are as a member of society. Nobody even cares when you try to insult them. We laugh at your sad despicable views of life. In a way we even feel sorry for you knowing that you will never feel happiness or love.

So Halloween is coming up and I know girls young, teen and adult are always dressing in sexy/slutty costumes.. for the most part anyways.

I've always wanted to just go out on the streets while they are out and just see how many girls I can feel up on.

You know find a girl in a group.. and mix into the crowd and find a chance to just reach up her skirt or whatever she may be wearing and just rub all over her pussy.

I wonder how they would react. Especially if its super dark and she didnt know it was you.. maybe bump her up against a wall and just go for it.. pin her there for a second (without harm) and just feel her up as much as you can and then take off.

Im not sure I could ever bring myself to do it though. I have these thoughts like what if it ruined her life and she never celebrated again.

I also get curious wonder how will she react in the situation? will she (no matter the age) (not too old) but teens and young girls.. I wonder if they will just freeze up and let you touch them for a minute.. will they scream.. just stand there.. maybe even like it.

something liek this would have to be quick and obv ur not gna stand there for 3 min.. but u know what im saying just find a girl and put ur hands on her for a couple seconds feeling what u can.

Has anyone ever done anything like this?

I confess I am not satisfied with the outcome of a situation.

All of this happened in the summer in the pedestrian precinct of a crowded city.

Once I was trying to pick a girl up in a store. She behaved like a bitch so I screwed her up verbally and left her flabbergasted. We were even.

I thought it was over and walked to a nearby food store to have a meal.

Standing in queue, all of a sudden I heard some man scream from 6 meters away through the crowd of people "Did you harass my girlfriend?". It thought it was a good reply at that time, to say "yes of course". I thought I might tell him by that that neither did his appearance intimidate me nor did I care about what others think around me.

He asked again, I replied the same thing with a smirk looking him in the eyes. She pulled him away. But unfortunately all people in queue looked at me not with adoration but with no respect at all. As if they had never thought of her having done something wrong being a total jackass to me or been impressed by me not giving a fuck.

What do you think - if you experienced something similar? Good reaction, bad reaction, what would you have done? Be realistic.

OK here goes, I am writing this with my girlfriend here and giving me input. I am John and I am 45 years old. My girlfriend is Laura and is 27. We want to tell you this because we just want to share it. I first met Laura when I was still married but she was not the cause of my divorce 2 years ago. But we did get together about a month after I split from my wife. Laura loves to have sex, lots of sex and I thought in that first month I was going to get fucked to death, but our sex life settled down to something I could survive and she moved in with me, that really pissed off my ex wife because Laura is everything she is not. My ex used to be a real stunning woman, but the last few years she has really let herself go and put on a lot of weight. Laura on the other hand is slim almost 6 foot tall with fire red hair. Before we got together she had only ever had one boyfriend and from what she tells me he was not very exciting in bed.
We were talking one night and she told me that she really wanted to try having sex with another woman, I had tried for years to get my ex wife to do that so I was very excited that Laura wanted to do it. I was a little surprised she had not tried it already but she told me it was only in the last year that she had got these feelings. I asked her if any of her friends would be up for it, and was a bit disappointed that she said no, because one of her friends was really beautiful and I really wanted it to be her. So we decided to go to one of the gay clubs in town and see what happened. We got there and she was wearing a black low cut short dress with no underwear. I was in my usual jeans and T shirt. We sat at a table and yes we got a little drunk. She was getting hit on by quite a few women and I was a little shocked that some men were hitting on me too. She found a woman she really liked and she asked her if she wanted to come home with us? She was a little drunk and said sure. She was called Tara and was 19 years old and said if she went her friend Carol would have to come too. She was also 19 but a little chubby. We got a taxi and when we got back to my house I broke out the vodka and put on some music. Laura and Tara were dancing together and Tara was pulling Laura's dress up over her ass. They were dancing very close to where Carol was sitting and Carol reached up and put her hand between Laura's legs. It all went very fast from there, Laura was soon naked and so was Tara, Carol stripped off too and was soon between Laura's legs licking her. I stripped off too my cock hard and watched as Tara lowered her pussy onto Laura's mouth. I got behind Carol and fingered her pussy, she responded and I replaced my fingers with my cock, and fucked her as she licked Laura. We switched and I fucked Tara as Laura licked my cum from Carol. I came inside Tara and watched at the girls licked and fingered each other. They took turns at sucking my cock and when we were all satisfied, we sat down had a drink and talked. Tara told me that my cock was the first she had ever had but Carol turned out to be a total slut and had lots of men before. The girls stayed the night and it was a little crowded in bed but workable. In the morning I woke to Tara sucking my cock and Laura fingering her. Carol was still fast asleep but my fingers found her pussy and I woke her by fingering her. I told Tara I needed to pee very badly but she kept on sucking, I said I couldn't hold it and she kept her mouth there, I let go and was amazed she took it all and only a little escaped her mouth. She grabbed me and said she needed to pee too, she pulled me to the bathroom and she pushed me to the floor and just let go with her pee all over my face. Laura and Carol were watching from the door and when Tara had finished they both stood over me and pissed over me. I had always wanted to try a golden shower but never had the chance before, my cock was rock hard and Tara lowered herself onto it. As she fucked me Carol and Laura went for a shower and I could see them finger and kiss as Tara fucked me.

I made breakfast for us all and asked the girls if they had fun? Both just laughed and said yes and we would have to do it again, and Carol asked if we would like someone else to join in? I asked who and she smiled and said a male friend of hers. Laura smiled and I knew I couldn't say no. So we arranged for them all to come here next Saturday.

Part 2 to follow have to stop Laura is sucking my cock ;)

Is this too revealing? Next time, Im going to just do my photoshoot at the sand dunes and get some crowds helping with my shoot.... any takers? Seriously, hit me up, Im trying to make a trip before it gets too cold. First come, with the best attitude and ahum, dicktatorial methods, gets front of line privileges...

Message me in my DMs, Expecting the trip to be around november 12. Any military or law enforcement guys get first privileges, but only if you are cool and help prevent issues. I'll even let you sleep in the tent I bring for my personal bodyguard lol... so be willing and able if interested.

Xoxo,
Jess

Ex-GF wants me back. Will send pics, so thought I'd crowd source. What we want?

The Surprise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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They thought they had it all planned out, get up early on black Friday, beat the crowds and have the bargains picked out before the crowds showed up. By ^am they had the SUV full, and decided to leave it parked in the crowded lot and walk across to a chain restaurant to have some breakfast. When they passed the windowless van, they figurd it was just waiting for a parking spot. But the men inside were waiting for something else. Within seconds they were inside, hands and feet bound. A minute later the one on the right watched as the orange laces of her Nike jogging shoes were cut into tiny little pieces, when her foot was lifted the shoe dangled for a second before gravity made it fall to the floor of the van. It was just the start.......

I’ll be in Vancouver Canada Tues and Wed night. I know it might be a long shot since it’s during the week but any good locations that may be busy then especially for hookups and maybe even groping (a rougher crowd maybe?). I know Canadians are stereotyped for being nicer but...