I confess I have a raging hard-on for my ex's sister. She's blonde, tall, with a perfect body. I jerk to her pictures every day but she will never date me because there is "too much history" between us. She's single and soo dirty I know the kind of guys she's attracted to, and what turns her on and her dirtiest fantasies. I want to find someone who is horny for a friend, sister or cousin and do a criss-cross like in "Strangers on a Train" but for sex. Get him to take her to a gloryhole where I'll be waiting, or get her so drunk and stoned she doesn't know what's going on and then I come in to tag-team with him. These are both fantasies of hers. Webcams and pictures of everything. I made a joke once when we were drinking together that I wanted to see her naked. She said theres already pics out there of her and if I ever found them she'd be at my mercy. She was kind of teasing but also half serious about it. The thought of having some pictures of her and then knocking at her door just drives me nuts. Which is why Im always here looking.

California is a menace to the nation. Half the population are illegals, the other half on weed. China will have our lunch while we are stoned, watching the Superbowl. The missile alert in Hawaii was not fake news.

Does anyone know why I can not just cut the buds off of my plants one at a time and can the rest? Oh shit I am so stoned I thought I was on roll it up . org! Sorry please go about your perverted business.

"Claim me,"
she whispers in a plea
"claim my soul as I wilt"
Crimson lips parted,
head thrown back
in ecstatic ache
jugular bared
she needs to feel
that sharp -edged love,
skin and barriers broken
as she melts into
the underworld
of a new grace
a magenta cry into
the inky sky
sacred silence penetrated
as only gasps are heard
milky breasts decorated
with red liquid ribbon,
his nourishment,
her demise
nipples pierced with
beads of her sunset lifeflow
as he sucks and bites...
and howling
into heaven's delicious gate,
she writhes
Her soul dissolving
into his night
and as his spirit
absorbs her vermilion soul
their power rises,
black as coal

your lips black sticked sanguine
tremulous murmurs
oh happy blood blossom of deaths surrender
sacrificial lamb
cats sparrow entranced
thighs on fire
sobbing from a thousand needled kisses
nipples tearing blood
each wound a weeping mouth licking
milky white alter of cold stone
saturated alizarin rust
legs wide
feet and breasts trussed
in chains and drenched rags
for cruelties arrow
o crimson queen,
pomegranate half eaten
mouth smudge black
agape
snake tongue dancing
through cherry lips
darkened eyes of fire and blood
a wash in devils incense
beloved veiled in evils cradle
bind not the demons kiss
then face down my love upon the crypt of mist
black heavens gate
pupa
vampires bate
a blood moon shaking
a scourge you are now
goddess of pleasures wretched
in the Tuileries of the abyss
consort
your every piercing fang
a boiling cauldron
desire
spilled out

dark cupid witch
legs tied to throat
devil cocks twitch
nipples in a mote
ive got the itch
feet scorched in rope
hot fucking bitch
hells dark pope

vampiress whore
dark girl feeding
the sun is no more
loves the bleeding

i usually shoot about 10 to 14 ropes of cum so i love covering things lol my favs are little girl pics and grave stones in my local cementery anyone wanna chat or give me an idea of where to shoot my huge loads write back

Bellies are such a turn on for me and Emma Stone's is the best of the best!

I confess that my 28 year old daughter is addicted to heroin. I buy it for her so that she doesn't have to sell her pussy for it. I should really try and get her off it but I love seeing her going about the house completely stoned/fucked up on junk. I love watching her shoot up.

This weekend was crazy, my sister in law and he husband were over for a BBQ. So as the night went on we decided to play truth or dare. The game started slow and boring , so decided to bring out a joint. So as we took shots and smoked the joint , I decided to step it up a notch. I asked my brother in law if he ever fantasised about hooking up with my wife which is his wife's older sister. Everyone got quite at first and his wife asked" so have you fantasised fucking my sis?" He got an red and answered yes. As my wife passed her sister the joint she asked me if i ever thought about fucking her. I almost spit out my whiskey. My wife asked "so have you?" I answered with out hesitation " fuck yeah, maybe every other day," she immediately replied" I been wanting to fuck you too." My wife took a hit and asked her sister truth or dare. She took dare and for some reason my cock got hard. My wife said" I dare you to kiss my husband" her sister looked at her husband and he said ' don't look at me, you took dare."she slowly turned around and asked her older sister." Are you sure about this" my wife replied " yes as long a we all promise to keep this a secret." We all agreed then my brother in law, stoned as fuck asked" so does this mean we are going to swap our chicks? " I looked at my wife and she answered him ," yes ,I know you always look at my tits when we are together." She agreed if we were all good with it. Everyone agreed and so it began. Her sister sat next to me and giggles. She said" I always been wanting to do this and know I'm nervous. So I dim the lights and light up the candles. As I sit down she says" Fuck it" she leans over and we begin to make out in front her
husband and sister. I open my eyes and see my wife kissing her sisters husband. We move the party to our bedroom. We are laying next to each other and our wives begin to suck our Dicks. It was so hot watching my wife get fucked while her sister is ridding my cock. We fucked all night. My brother in law passed out first, he never drinks or smokes. My wife sister crawled next to me and my wife and asked me if I would fuck her and her sister at the save time. I never cummed so much in my life. We schedule another fuck fest next weekend in vegas. We are sharing a room😉. I only have a couple ofpics, for the vegas trip I will record it. My wife is the dark haired one.

This is my fave picture of Emma Stone

i confess, i love getting stoned and coming here reading the most fucked up shit i could ever read in a day. Great conversation pieces.
I also confess you're all a little more fucked up than i am, and that makes me happy. Have a good day ladies and gents.

Philosophy of Sex

"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy."
�Tom Clancy

"You know "that look" women get when they want sex? Me neither."
�Steve Martin

"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don�t have a good partner, you�d better have a good hand."
�Woody Allen

"Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night."
�Rodney Dangerfield

"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL."
�Lynn Lavner

"Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the taxidermist."
�Matt Barry

"Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope."
�Camille Paglia

"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant."
�George Burns

"Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships."
�Sharon Stone

"My girlfriend always laughs during sex�-no matter what she�s reading."
�Steve Jobs (Founder, Apple Computers)

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch."
�Jack Nicholson

"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is."
�Barbara Bush (Former US First Lady � and you didn�t think Barbara had a sense of humor)

"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man�s genitals through his wallet."
�Robin Williams

"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself."
�Roseanne

"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place."
�Billy Crystal

"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful."
�Robert De Niro

"There�s a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what�s the problem?"
�Dustin Hoffman

"There�s very little advice in men�s magazines, because men think, I know what I�m doing. Just show me somebody naked."
�Jerry Seinfeld

"Instead of getting married again, I�m going to find a woman I don�t like and just give her a house."
�Rod Stewart

Friday Night….

On a warm Friday evening back in 2019, around 6p, I get a desperate call from my best friend… “Can you stay at the house this weekend, entertain her, please” he desperately begins the call with? “Her” is his wife… I chime in “yeah man, she’s definitely feeling lonely lately” I say as I push for specifics…

(her and I chat, he and I chat, offering my opinion is very common as this has been the topic of conversation for quite some time)

Ignoring me completely, he continues,

“She keeps busting my balls, calling every 10 mins. She feels isolated, alone, you know how she is!” Again, I chime in, “brother she’s 40, the kids are almost out of the house, she wants you to spend time with her, take her to dinner, do shit”. He wants to respond but has nothing, he knows I’m right. “Brother, you both can afford to go do things, she wants to go places, experience life”.

For the record, and totally off topic. this man’s wife has the greatest pair of big fat tits. For those who think “bigger is better”, this is the one! Furthermore,
she’s thick but tone with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7”. Thinking about it, she has Kitty Lee’s body with a much prettier face.. A very attractive woman with a body built for fucking.

(according to hubby, she has a high sex drive and is very open minded… Cocksucker hit the lotto for sure)

With a long sigh he annoyingly utters what I could see coming from a mile away, “I don’t have time for this, Bobby is about to go on, can you stay at my place and keep her off my back so I can enjoy myself?”

And there it is…..

Honestly, he’s frustrated, I get it. He plans ahead for this weekend long festival well in advance, keeps her in the loop through the entire process, it’s kind of fucked thats she’s laying this guilt trip on him while he’s hours away. I’m torn, he’s been dropping the ball with regard to their marriage for a while now.. Then again, this is his once a year “get fucked up and jam out with thousands of dirty hippies weekend, “I suppose she should honor that.

Regardless…

Reluctantly, I respond with Sure man, I’ll head up there now and hang with her….” (honestly, I just want to hang at home, rub one out and crash, it’s been a long week but fuck it, she’s good people and fun to drink with)

Relieved, he replies “text me when you get up there, I’ll call and let her know, thanks brother” and quickly hangs up.. I set the phone down, take a deep breath, collect my shit and prepare for my hour long trip….

A bit of background on the friendship. Buddy and his wife married young, 18-19, had kids, they’re in their teens. We’ve known each other for about 20 years and they are 4-5 years my senior.

For the last few years we do dinner on Friday evenings at their place, a modest spot in the middle of cow country. We smoke, drink and eat well. I normally stay the night, sometimes sticking around on Saturdays to help with ongoing renovation projects.

We’re all an open book by the way, we know everything about each other. It’s actually very nice, I enjoy their company, as they definitely enjoy mine..

I’m divorced, have a great job and a high school age kid. I also have a very comfortable couch and plenty of food in a decent suburban apartment.
An apartment I will enjoy some other time, my drive is complete..

Teresa (wife) is on the porch, shorts, tank top, drinking a rum and coke. She has her hair in a ponytail, which is new for her. She normally dresses like a Sunday school teacher. Her hair always down, outfits very conservative, “boring” is the best way to put it. She certainly doesn’t show off her figure, her gigantic tits always put away, which is a shame quite frankly..

With a hug and peck on the cheek, I make a sarcastic comment, as I normally do, “sweet handle bar, you’re missing one side”. Teresa gives me a “you’re not funny” smirk” and proceeds to tell me that she’s been “experimenting with new styles”.

I waste no time, “you got it, flaunt it, I know Sam (hubby) would like to see more of you experimenting”. She immediately lets out a laugh, like, a quick chuckle filled with doubt, if that makes sense?

Again, in a serious tone I proclaim, “seriously, switch it up, show him you still got it, let him see other men gawk at you, get that little head going…..” She looks at me defeated and says “he knows what I have, what he has access to. He chooses to ignore me” using her hands to outline her breasts and body, exactly how the Price is Right women would display a new prize.. “I’m lonely, tired of being treated like I don’t exist. Months ago I asked him to sit the festival out” she exclaimed. “I asked if we could go away, focus on us for a minute, that I needed him…” Starting to well up, she rhetorically asks “Where is he” as she walks into the house….

So here I am, barely been there 10 minutes, she’s already crying and I’m on the porch by myself thinking “you couldn’t of talked about something else, you had to immediately bring up her failing marriage, good job jackass”….

She’s a strong woman, emotional and poetic, but tough. It wasn’t long before I hear her calling my name from inside the house. I take a deep breath and head inside. Teresa is in the kitchen, she cleaned herself up and is mixing both of a strong cocktail. Without missing a beat, she hands me my drink, we cheers and take a sip as she immediately picks up from where we left off.

As she starts to speak I take a step forward and gently lean in to give her a warm, comforting hug. I definitely surprised the shit out of her. At first she was stiff as board, cold, surprised at my very forward act. It took a minute before you could feel her body relax…. Not saying a word, we stood there hugging, my arms around her upper shoulders, hers around d my waste. Both of us, a firm yet gentle embrace, you could tell it meant something. It was quite nice if I’m being honest.

(being a dude, I have to point out how great her tits felt pressed against my chest, I finally have visual confirmation, as well as touch, of just how fucking big they are. Her puffy hard nipples, pressed against my chest, perfecto!)

After what felt like 20 minutes, I now have a rock hard dick so I pull away. “You’re a smart, beautiful, sexy woman who deserves happiness” I say, as I try to conceal my very obvious excitement. She looks at me and smiles as I conclude my thought “ponytail and tank top, my new favorite look” as I look down, laser focused on her giant titties that were currently on display, hours and hours of fun, beautiful cleavage, no bra)

Remember when I said “we know everything about each other?” It’s no secret hubby and I both have a thing for huge giant titties, conversations she’s been privy too, normally just giggling and walking away.. Staring down at them was certainly knew, however, she was well aware of my infatuation, in general, for big natural breasts. Yeah, I’ve looked at her, but nothing more than looking, in my head she’s a no-go, off limits..

It’s at that moment, still in our embrace, she says “I have to come clean”. Oh boy” spews out of my mouth as I question her, not with words, but wi5 the look in my eyes….

“I’ve had a crush on you for the last 20 years.” And don’t worry, Sam knows, he thinks it’s funny. “But, I want you to know, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Shocked, I ask “When me and the ex visited you, is this why you treated her poorly? Shaking her head in agreement, Teresa responds “that bitch took you for granted, treated you like shit for years”, you deserved better, fuck her”.

I laugh out loud as I share “she’s my one and only bad lay, dead inside and in the sack, terribly boring with no enthusiasm, a waste……” Teresa chuckles and shares “well, at least Sam has a big dick but I fantasize about other people when he fucks me. The one or two times a month he does fuck me, I keep my eyes closed, I go through the motions to keep my life semi-normal, but I’m not in love with him anymore, too many years have gone by, I’m over it”.

“Teresa, I had no idea it was this bad, I know he can be a dick, but never thought it was on this level, what are you going to do?” Teresa takes a step back, grabs our drinks and confidently shares “Hanna has three years of school left” as she hands me my drink, “once she graduates and goes to college, I’m leaving”. Her eyes start to fill with tears as we both take a big gulp of intoxicatingly strong rum and cokes… She leans over, grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes as we both take a well deserved gulp of mind numbing spirits…

Our drinks polished off, Teresa quickly time for another” as she grabs my glass and heads for the counter…… Unsure of what to say, completely blown away with the last hour of my life, Teresa swings her head around, ponytail in the air, and says “I’m sorry if my confession has made you uncomfortable, that was not my intention, I just needed you to know” as she turned her head forward to focus on drinks.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this urge to hold her.. The last hour had quickly turned in an emotional adventure for the two of us. However, she had a minimum of three years of hell to go through, which saddened me. I had lived that life and it miserable, my heart ached for her.

Throwing caution to the wind, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her stomach, careful to stay below her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and reached for my arms. I whispered in her ear, “I’m here for you” as she let out a whimper and sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before my dick was coming to life.. She was absolutely pressing her ass just enough for my guy to feel it. Moving from side to side, T was knowingly trying to get me hard and I could care less. I whisper in her ear “I know what you’re doing”, as I begin to mirror her movements, moving my dick from side to side, pushing in….

With both a whimper and deep breath Teresa takes her hand and begins to run it along my covered dick.. “Oh yeah” she says as I let out a gentle moan, immediately, and slowly, moving my fingers to the base of her giant breasts. I think to myself, “Finally” as I open my hands and grab the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever felt. Teresa let’s out a soft moan, catching her breath enough to say “please fuck me!”

Im so fucking hard I can’t stand it, as I respond “soon baby, soon” as I move my right hand inside her waistband, her pussy and clit my targets. She moans out again as I take my left hand, already squeezing and pinching her left nipple, I quickly grab her throat, pulling her head to my my face, forcefully, T whimpering away “How bad do do you want my dick in you” I whisper as she runs her tongue along her upper lip..

3 seconds later, and not missing a beat, Teresa, her hand in my pants now, my dick in hand……. Actually, it’s more like, “Teresa the magician, her hands suddenly down my pants, with a king fu grip on my dick, a grip so tight she could tell you how many beats per minute my heart was pumping” she’s rapid fire jerking me, it’s to tip, long strong stokes……

In return, my left hand still gripping her neck and my right hand buried in her pussy, I have two fingers fucking her pussy while rubbing and pressing her clit with her thumb.. T, well, she starts to moan and loudly and shake as she nutted all all over my fingers….

Teresa hadn’t been touched like this for some time, that was evident!

I nibble on her ear lobe, as she catches her breath, still feeling the effects of my fingers…. I whisper, “now you can have my dick”, slide me into your pussy” as I turn her to the right, and bend her over her kitchen table.. With my dick rock hard and still in her hand, I grab her ponytail and make my way for her opening.. With my left hand, now gripping the sexiest tits I’ve ever played with, I turn her head toward mine and say “that’s my pussy” as she loudly grunts out “take your pussy” as she rests my dickhead at the opening of her love canal..

Deep breath, deep breath as I tease Teresa with my dick, ready to push in fully, sliding in, the phone rang.. I pause, caught of guard by the phone, I say “fucking figures” as T slams her ass backwards and takes my dick…. “Yeah it does” she says as I quickly remember what my objective is….Pony-tail pulled back, left hand firmly holding a giant tit, sexy mom/wife panting as her wet pussy is ready to make a mess, I lay into to her, hard, deep, and aggressive, phone ringing off the hook…..

Let’s be honest… This didn’t last long… 5-6 minutes later, as our hearts race, Teresa screams out “you’re going to make me cum” in what I can only describe as a surprised tone.. “You’re pussy s soaked i murmur, ponytail still in hand, her back still arched, her moans and pants, now similar to a countdown. She’s ready to blow boys!! I give her everything I have, table creaking, both of us moaning loudly, Teresa’s pussy tightens…..

That’s all it took! In unison, I thrusted as deep as I could into her tightened pussy, and fucking unloaded as T let me know just how appreciative she was, nearly falling over as she came all over my dick. With her ponytail still in hand, left titty still firmly in my clutch, I bit on her ear and neck as we both appreciated just felt the effects of a fantastic nut……

A few minutes later, both of us, chuckling and giddy, completely spun from what just happened, get a drink of water. As I’m guzzling like a thirsty African baby, T pipes up and says “I haven’t came like that in years” as she stood back and took a sip of water, almost shocked at what happened. I ask if everything is ok and she quickly says “oh yes” as she intentionally spills water out of her mouth and down her huge jugs. “Thirsty” she asks as I quickly do what a man with a huge natural tit fetish does, as I grab both tits, in a loving embrace, pull them to my face, kiss her deeply and begin sucking her nipples………

Oh yeah, the ringing phone? That was Sam, I forgot to let him know I had arrived… No worries, 60 seconds after pumping his wife full of my nut, as I’m sucking her tits, Sam called back.. T answered, out of breath, Sam completely unfazed, he babbled away, praising me up and down to T, as she stroked my dick.

Sam, “so happy” that I “gave up my weekend to help him out”, requested me on the phone.. “Yo brother” I shout as he immediately thanks me then starts a long winded diatribe, excited to share the highlights of the bands, the setting and the great food. T, left to her own devices, grabs my dick, fat tits swinging, full naked body, she leads me by my dick to the couch as she holds up two fingers…. Sam, he’s still raving about his stress free hippy induced weekend, clueless to the fact that as I say ”sounds like so much fun brother” his wife is on her back, legs spread, pussy soaked, guiding my dick back in the very same spot Sam used to call home.. Round 2 has indeed started,,

Sam called back the next day, he and I on the phone for quite awhile. I remember him saying “its much more relaxed now” as he immediately started the process of repeating the same shit he said the night before, which led to him thanking me again for getting his wife off his back… “Yeah man, she seems happy to have company” I blurt out as he asks for me to put her on the phone…

“Oh man, she’s at the market” I say, as Sam chuckles quite loudly, blurting out “yeah she loves spending my money,” as he chuckled on, eventually saying “I’ll call later” as he hung up…. I’d imagine he saw a half naked dirty chick, or dudes eating shrooms, which is why he just hung up.. He was “on to the next one” ass they say…

Speaking of which…

I’m triple checking to make sure the phone is off screaming out “I can’t hold it anymore!” T, mouth soaked with saliva and spit, and clearly not at the market, grabs my nuts and slams her face to the base of my dick, not missing a beat, or drop, as she emptied my sack deep in her throat… Like a bitch, I screamed out as I felt every last drop empty my nuts. By the way, a second orgasm not long after a man’s first orgasm is quite intense, it’s quite nice!

Teresa enjoyed sucking my dick with her husband on the phone. Admittedly, I enjoyed it as well. The threat of getting caught is quite addictive. So much so, we test the limits of our sexual prowess weekly. I fuck my friends wife regularly, right under his nose..

Case in point-

Friday before Christmas, while Sam sits in his recliner, stoned out of his mind, eating cookies zoned out, Teresa and I will go for a night walk. Sam completely unfazed and happy to have the tv to himself, clueless that his wife and over night guest are 20 ft away, watching him watch tv, fucking like school kids. Me squeezing her nipples, smacking that ass, pulling her hair, drilling her pussy! Teresa, holding onto a tree, taking my dick from behind like the good girl she is, her fat little pussy tightening as she cums, while empty my seed deep into her, fully embraced, while hubby watches cartoons or some shit…

Or right now.. He just got in the shower. T, in a flannel, no bra, immediately goes in and grabs a tissue, making sure the coast is clear. Sam, fully engulfed in washing his ass has no idea his wife literally walked out of the bathroom, about 10ft, slide her pants down and sat on his buddies dick. Of course, I’m unbuttoning and pulling the monsters out, as the smell of Irish Spring permeates the air..

Till next time..

My dream fuck is Taylor Swift and Emma stone as a threesome

I confess that I just hate these god-damn niggers running around. A few days ago I had to go to the bank to cash a check. It was a sizable amount so had to go inside instead of the drive-thru. I went in and stood in the long ling waiting for a teller while looking around. I haven't been in there since last month and the place looked like shit! The nice furniture they had before was replaced by some mauve upholstery and the nice shiny stone floor was replaced by this ugly tan carpeting!

When the line moved up, I got closer to the tellers. Three were humans and one was a big fat sheboon with corn rows and a gold front tooth. I thought it was a male at first but two saggy mountains were attached to its chest! I silently prayed that I would get one of the humans, 3/4 odds isn't bad odds. Finally, the lady in front of me was called up by a man and the nigger was the only one open. It hollered "Next?! C'mon up he-re Mista!". I pretended like I didn't notice since I wanted to wait for a human but they were busy with customers.

The idiot behind me tapped me on my shoulder and said "That lady on the left is open, sir." Then I just decided to go up to the sheboon as I was too considerate of others to hold up a line like a nigger would. I went up to the sheboon and presented my check to it.

"Is this real?" it asked me with an odd ball glance. I nodded silently but was thinking "of course it is you stupid ass nigger!" Then the sheboon typed into the computer and had me give my ID. I been a customer of this bank for 12 years and this was the first nigger who serviced me. I had given it a form so it would deposit most and I wanted two thousand eighty in cash. I was given a receipt that showed the money was now in my account.

The nigger started counting out the cash I was owed and when finished, gave me it. I counted it to myself because I didn't trust this nigger and sure enough I was about two hundred short! I axed the sheboon that it made a mistake and I needed two hundred more. "But Is counted it, mista!" it yelled out. I said "No, when I counted there was two hundred missing. Can I see the manager!" The nigger snarled and yelled back "You musta hid it in yours pocket! I counted the change right!"

All the commotion had alerted a security guard who came over and demanded to know what the problem was. I told him that this sheboon took $200 from me. She screamed that she counted it fairly and that I was hiding it. The manager finally came over from hearing the loud fuss the sheboon was making and asked what was going on. I filled him in while the sow began squealing that she counted it right. I gave him the money and he counted it. Sho nuff, there was $200 short. He told the sheboon so but she yelled "He musta hided it!" I said that the sheboon saw me count the money right in front of her and I had no time to hide anything. I said they could even look at the surveillance camera if they wanted.

After I brought up the camera, miraculously the sheboon put $200 on the counter saying it fell on the floor while she was counting. I didn't buy it at all because niggers are criminals. I don't know how this one got a job at the bank unless AA or a liberal was responsible. The manager apologized to me and gave me a free tote bag that they give out to those who open new accounts. I didn't accept and told him that I wanted to close my account. This one niggerfuxated experience was enough for me!

I then left the bank and got into my car. I then called a friend to tell him of what happened. Twenty minutes or so later, I started to pull out of the parking lot but then as I'm driving away I see that sheboon with two security guards outside the building! I think it got fired or arrested..or both . I won't be going to that bank again. If they are stupid enough to hire one nigger then more and more will come in eventually. My friend recommended his bank that doesn't have any nigger tellers at all and that's where I opened a new account that very day.

Anybody else ever have coon-tact with niggers, and it just ruins your day?

I confess that though I'm a handsome, fit guy who actively dates small, petite girls, I constantly find BBW sluts on craigslist, or POF, or okcupid and fuck the shit out of them. I get them all to do anal. I take pictures. I slap them. I cum wherever I want. These fat sluts never say no. I wine and dine the petite ones, and treat the fat ones terribly. And most of them seem to like it. They keep coming back for more.

This first girl is a 24 year old slut in college. I've only ever hung out with her just long enough to get stoned together, fuck like crazy and take pictures and videos, and then eat whatever delicious treat this fat bitch has made for me then get the hell out.

Another confession, this last weekend was my birthday and I had sex with two different girls on saturday, one on sunday, another on monday, and one last night (thursday). I didn't even shower between the two on saturday.

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 have this dark fantasy.

As i returned to Master after having refreshed my makeup back into the perfect state that Master expected and demanded after having given him a blowjob after his dinner as usual, Master was standing waiting by the Polaris UTV waiting for me, holding a gag harness up for me. It was the gag harness i hated most, it was a large penis gag with a that had a large ball at the end. It really forced to to focus on managing my breathing since it reached deep down into y throat when fully tightened. Obediently i approached him, kissed the gag as i had been trained to and opened my mouth wide to accept the penis gag deep into my mouth. As it lodged itself deep into my throat i relaxed my throat and focused on my breathing as i held my ponytail away to make it easier for Master to tighten the straps around my head. i heard him snap small padlocks to the straps securing the harness on me. Next he motioned for me to turn around so he could lock a pair of stainless steel cuffs on my wrists and then lock them tightly together. With a firm grip on my arm he led me up and into the passenger seat of the UTV before securing me in place with the seat belt. He then went back to his tent and retrieved a small bag that he placed in the back of the UTV and got in behind the wheel and drove off, deeper into the forest carefully to avoid obstacles. i had no idea where we were going or what was happening but i was so used to obeying my Master blindly these days and i had given up resisting and trying to disobey just over a year ago. Every time i had resisted there had been severe consequences and it felt like Master had been so many steps ahead of me every time that i eventually gave up and surrendered totally. It had started with chatting online but eventually He had enforced His control over me and overpowered me and took full control of my life. Master headed deeper and deeper into the forest and eventually we arrived at the foot of a small mountain where he stopped. He went around the UTV and came around to my side where he opened the backpack and locked a pair of stainless steel ankle cuffs over my pink high heeled boots. The heels are almost 5 inches but the heels are not a stiletto heel, that would be too impractical. There was a 4 inch hobble chain locked between the cuffs severely hobbling me. The seat belt is released and Master attaches a chain to my stainless steel collar and pulls me out of my seat and onto the soft ground. With no sounds or emotions Master starts walking towards the foot of the mountain and i have no choice but to follow hobbling along, but fortunately Master walked slowly so i can keep up even though it takes an effort to keep up. i focus so hard on keeping up, not stumbling and the huge penis gag that i am somewhat caught off guard when Master stops in front of a locked steel bar gate. As i look up to see why we stopped, Master pulls out a lock pick kit and impressively quickly opens the padlock and pulls the steel bar door open. He then pulls out a powerful flashlight and leads me inside the old mine, now i have to focus even more on the ground in my high heels so i am soon very disoriented and when Master stops after several turns and twists i am totally lost. Master pulls me closer to the rock wall and i hear a loud click in the silence, and Master takes a few steps back and focuses his flashlight on an iron ring secured to the rock wall and a padlock. From that padlock goes a right chain and at first i can’t put the clues together into a clear picture but eventually it dawns on me, Master has secured me to that iron ring deep inside the mine.
i look up at Master and finally he speaks.
-Well, i am sorry to say that here is where our ways separate. I have said many times that the biggest thrill for me is to find, break and then train the perfect sissy slave. When I achieve that point with a sissy slave I get bored, I was a bit disappointed that you broke so quickly and gave up. You once told me about your deepest and darkest fantasy and it was being chained up and left in a deep dark cave so enjoy my sissy and goodbye.
Master turned and simply walked away without turning back or another word. i was totally surprised and my mind was completely blank as Master disappeared with the flashlight. i tried to follow him but was stopped by the chain after just a step. i try to pull against it to reach the disappearing light but there is no give. As the light from the flashlight went around a corner the darkness became compact. Carefully i moved backwards to the wall to get some support as i struggled to understand what just happened. Did Master really mean it or was it a trick to test me. Surely it was. With the support of the rock wall i sank down to a sitting position since it is easy to lose balance in real dark places. i try to smooth my dress out under me as i sink to the hard stone floor but i can’t since my hands are locked behind me. i listen intensely for Masters' footsteps as he returns for me. Surely he was just testing me. Of course he was, he’ll come back for me. Won’t he?

Though I used to think of myself as primarily a straight man, my confession is about a camping trip, a friend and I undertook some time ago. This friend was another guy and what happened was both shocking, thrilling and pleasurable at the same time.
As we made our way to a fitting campsite near a river, I accidentally tripped and fell on my back into a small brook. Though I managed to stay dry, the content of my backpack was not so lucky. And as I was about to get up, I slipped on a stone, and thus assuring my plight.
I had nothing dry, plus I was starting to freeze. Luckily we didn't have far to go. He was quick to get the sleeping bags out of the bags, as I was unable to do anything. He found his sleeping bag and stripped me of my wet clothes, before he did the same. He used his own body to warm mine and for some inexplicable reason I was immediatly turned on, which resulted in me getting hard He was an average built young man with a slightly above average member, so in that regard, nothing special, although he made me have feelings I never thought I could have. Upon seeing my erection, he smiled and told me that he thought I was straight. To which I replied that I thought so too, but that I was clearly open to new ideas. And even though we were both in relationships with other people, we crossed the line. He was about to fondle me, when he just stopped. When I told him that he was good to go, he continued. Until that day, I had not seen him in that light.
It didn't take long before his mouth had found his way to my erection and when he started to blow me, I was in shock. One, because he was a really good friend, but also because it was simply heavenly.
And due to the situation, I just ejaculated into his mouth. He did not flinch and swalloved everything. I moaned loudly. After he swallowed my cum, he licked his lips and smiled at me. He asked me if I enjoyed it, because he was to wrapped in blowing me to actually hear anything. To which I replied, yes. He touched me again, and said that I was warmer now. Then he asked me how far I wanted to go and I said all the way.
I unzipped the sleeping bag, got up and stood naked in the breeze. He found some suntan lotion and got prepared. I just didn't care if anyone saw us.
He asked me again, if I really wanted to go all the way. This time, I just laid down on my back.
I just have to see your face, I told him. To which he replied, as you wish.
As he carefully manouvered his cock into my arsehole, he groaned. That's when I discovered that It was actually pleasurable.
As he got more into the sense of it, I could feel that I was getting closer and closer to have my first orgasm. I remember how I loved his orgasm face. And shortly after he came, I came.
He then pulled out me and started to lick my member clean. After all that, I asked him if he would just snuggle up to me, which he agreed to do.
As we curled next to each other, we quickly dozed off to sleep and woke up 05:32, and we were wide awake.

The fishing trip turned into something completely different. Obviously the sex replaced the fishing that week. And as much as I probably should look back on the whole thing and regret it, I just can't as I simply enjoyed all of it.

Any commentary or input is welcome:

I'm a guy and I have a female cousin who is a few years older than me. We were always close as family but we never like hung out or anything I guess because of the age difference and we lived in different towns. That started to change once I got my license and she got married and got an apartment with her husband.

I started to go over there to hang out sometimes, me and her husband shared a lot of common interests and we all smoked weed so we would get blazed and bullshit. When your stoned and drunk you are a bit more open than usual and I started to find out a lot about them as a couple. He had a massive, massive porn collection he would let me go through and he would show me some good scenes with his favorite porn stars.

One time while in the car driving with my cousin she told me about how she was super bisexual and was in love with her best friend when she was younger and used to make excuses for them to take showers together and shit. She never got into any detail about if they ever hooked up though and I did't want to press it and come across as overly eager to hear her sex stories. But then she started saying about how her and her husband were swingers and had swapped partners with friends a few times.

They eventually moved out of state and had a couple kids so I see them a lot less than I used to but I go up to visit sometimes. Now my cousin is telling me how shes all pierced up everywhere. Nipples, clit, the whole nine. They have a basement rec room which is just basically a sex room with a swing and a bed and who knows what else just in plain view of where we hang out.

Now to get to the interesting stuff. Lately every time (this exact same thing has happened at least three times now, maybe four) I see them I'll walk past the two of them and he will playfully smack her ass or give it a little squeeze. She then looks at me with this look on her face like I did it and not him. So I say ummm yeah it wasn't me and she's all like lolol.

At this point twice is a coincidence and three times is a pattern right? It can't be accidental. It's just obviously the same thing happening every time.

Let me know what you guys think. I know half of the posts are gonna be like "dude she totally wants it you should fuck her" but I would still like to hear what you have to say.

Sooooo im a bit stoned and a bit drunk. Ive only ever had sex with 5 girls in my life and i have a girlfriend right now but i also hand out with a girl and shes litterally you most beautiful girl ive ever seen and been with. By the way i cheated but i dont feel bad for some reason probably because i might not love my girl as much as i think but i do feel like and idiot because i think about it all the time. I also dont think this girl wants to be with me but i cant stop hanging out with her she makes me smile so huge and thats awesome i love it. I really dont know what else to say but i had to put it out there somewhere

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Jessie was 17 and I was 20. She was school friends with my best friend.
She would crash at our place a lot, even when my (now ex) husband was home.
We would get stoned and giggly together while he was playing WoW. Sometimes we would kiss, but we would say it was only experimental, because she had a new tongue piercing to test out.
That metal barbell on my tongue felt amazing.
I always joked, while my husband had his headset on, that one of these days I was going to make her cash those checks she'd been writing.
After weeks of this, one day she shyly agreed to accompany me upstairs. I lifted my husband's headset and told him I was going to go fuck Jessie. He was raiding, so he tuned me out.
Now, Jessie was a real suicide girl type. If bettie page had been a blonde. If monroe had been a kinky teen sex kitten.
It started with massages in bed. Then I had her take off her clothes. I traveled from the neck and back to her breasts, butt cheeks, and inner thighs. Just massaging.
She started to squirm and wiggle.
My touch slowed and softened, and started grazing delicate areas. Letting my fingertips barely brush the tufts of her groomed little pussy. I would trace circles up her thighs, watching her slowly but surely spreading her legs for me. I then took the entire palm of my hand, and placed it just above her mound.
I paused.
She finally groaned out "Just DO it already!"
My hand dove at her pussy lips, shocked to feel them so slick and so warm. I rubbed slow but firm circles on her outer labia, letting my middle finger stick out just slightly enough to part those slimy lips and bump against her protruding clit.
Spreading the slick, I worked her pussy as she writhed and gasped. The gasps turned to moans as I brought my face down and put the broad side of my tongue flat against her clit, before lapping upwards and ending in a kiss tugging her pussylips out with a slurp. The kisses grew deeper and more urgent, and her knees began to quiver.
Then, in one fell motion, I stiffen my tongue to a point, and slip my pointer finger inside her warm cunt. I attacked her clit fiercely jabbing it and nibbling at her. Her whole body tensed up, and she put her hands on my head, bucking her hips into me.
When she came, she even squirted a few drops!
Afterward, we high-fived, and she called me a "clit ninja".
The next day, my husband wasn't pleased that I went off and fucked her. He could have joined, but he was 26, and didn't want any statutory charges.
Any man who doesn't have the spine to join his young wife with a teenaged bettie page wasn't man enough for me.
Hence the divorce.

I confess that I just fucked my ass with a fake cock while stoned, and had a religious experience.

It had been a couple of weeks since my last adventure with my drunken wife Susan and to my relief she had shown no signs of remembering what had happened on that Saturday night. She had asked me about the stuff that was on her face but I just told her that she had got cold custard over her when her friend Sophie had started throwing food about.
Needless to say she was not happy about that telling me that I should have stopped Sophie, I did however tell her that she had been throwing food as well.

We had been invited for a few drinks at a friends house in Herne Bay on this particular Saturday night. I plied Susan with a few drinks before we arrived there, and once we arrived I set about getting Susan very drunk, as I had really made up my mind I wanted to watch as Susan was fucked by a total stranger. And hopefully tonight was going to be the night.

By about midnight Susan was very drunk and to be quite honest was beginning to embarrass me in front of our friends. When I announced that I was going to take Susan home our friends wife said in a rather angry manner, not before time and went on to say that she had never seen anyone so drunk . I apologised to her and said that I would be having words with Susan in the morning.
To which my friends wife said that if Susan had been one of her children she would have spanked them..

to my ears that was like a dream come true, and the thought of spanking susan's naked arse immediately made my cock hard.. And I made a mental note of perhaps spank Susan later.

I managed to get her into the car, and set off back towards Margate. I got on to the thanet way and within seconds Susan was fast asleep and was snoring away really loudly.
I pulled into the first lay-by, and set about taking susan's top off and knickers.
Once I had done this I drove back out onto the thanet way.
When I had been undressing her I noticed a lorry go past, I soon caught it up, and with a flash of my lights I pulled up alongside the cab of the lorry.

I had pulled susan's blouse wide open and to my delight I could see the driver looking out of the window at susan's tits. I kept pace with the lorry and then pulled her skirt up around her waist so as the driver could now see her hairy cunt.

A lay-by was fast approaching so I accelerated away and pulled into the lay-by, hoping that the driver would follow me in, and hopefully want to fuck Susan. To my dismay he carried straight on,
I carried on towards home once again catching the lorry up, but the driver didn’t even bother looking as by now I was fingering her cunt. I knew that the driver could see me as I fingered Susan but he just didn’t seem to be interested.

My plan of watching Susan being fucked by a stranger seemed to be going wrong.
It was then that I decided to head for a car park the other side of Margate in the hope that I would be able to display Susan to some of the eastern Europeans that seemed to be forever just wondering around in this part of town.

I drove down the slope to the car park and I was surprised to see that no one seemed to be about.
Hoping that someone would turn up I began to maul her tits and finger fuck her cunt, all the time imagining some complete stranger forcing his cock into her hairy cunt.

It was not long before I suddenly realised that I was been watched by a couple of lads. I had the window open and I could hear them talking in a foreign language. I asked them if they spoke English, to which one replied that he did but his friend didn’t. I went on to ask him if he liked what he could see of my wife.

He answered that he did and that his friend did also. I explained to him about Susan getting drunk and how I would like to see a total stranger fuck her and that she would not be able to remember anything the next day.

Susan’s cunt was very wet and I am sure that the two lads could hear the slurping sounds as my fingers moved in and out of her cunt. I asked if they would like to fuck her, to which the one that could speak English replied that they would love to but they were on the way to a party and that their friends were expecting them. One of the lads reached out and grabbed susan's left tit, he pulled on her nipple for a few seconds then laughed and said nice tits. And they then walked off.

I was getting more and more frustrated. All I wanted was to see my wife being fucked by a stranger. Surely that was not to much to ask for.

I then noticed a group of three people heading towards where I was parked with a semi naked Susan unwittingly showing everything she had.

they all seemed to be in their early twenty but one of them was a woman. Once again I could see my dream of Susan being used and abused by strangers falling apart. As they got nearer to where I was parked I realised that the woman that was with them was either very drunk or very stoned, and that they were actually holding her up as they walked.

As they got nearer to me I could make out that they were eastern European, but were speaking in English. I said hello to them and went on to explain about my wife being very drunk, and that I would love to watch as she was fucked by young lads.

One of them said to me just like this slut we have got with us here then, and they both laughed.
The woman with them by now had slumped to the ground and was leaning against my car. And when they looked into the car and saw Susan with her blouse wide open and her cunt in full view of them.

They both said that they would love to fuck her, but went on to say that they were worried that Susan would complain.

I assured them that she wouldn’t as she was very drunk and in the morning she wouldn’t remember a thing, and if she did wonder why she was full of spunk, I would just tell her that I had been fucking her.

At this they both laughed and said that the slut that was with them wouldn’t remember a thing either as they had put roofies in her drink. At this I laughed as well, and said that seems like a good way of fucking some bird.

By now one of the lads was feeling Susan tits, I suggested that we got her out of the car and they could then use and abuse her, between the three of us we soon had Susan out of the car and they decided that they wanted her over the bonnet, I helped them with this and then stood back and told them to help them-selves.

They needed no encouragement from me and one of them began sucking on her tits while the other one began to finger her cunt. By now my cock was rock hard and I realised that I had gone beyond the point of no return, and I was about to watch as my prim and proper wife was fucked by these two young lads.

The one mauling her tits was really pinching her tits and pulling on her nipples, while the other one was sliding I think three fingers in and out of her cunt as fast as he could, and the noise her cunt was making as he abused it very nearly made me cum.

He stopped fingering her cunt and without even looking at me he pulled his trousers down to reveal a very large and very hard cock.

Without even bothering about Susan he pulled her towards the edge of the bonnet pulled her legs wide apart and forced his cock into what would have been susan's unwilling cunt.

I was now in absolute heaven as his cock rammed in and out of her cunt.
It was finally happening Susan was being fucked by a total stranger, and I was loving it.
The other guy was also watching his friend fuck susan and at the same time he was really pulling on her tits.

The guy that was fucking her really began to fuck her really hard and really fast. Just watching his big cock use her cunt took me over the edge and I am ashamed to admit that I came inside my boxers.

He must have been fucking her for about ten minutes, and by now he was telling me what a fucking slut my wife was, and that she needed to be gang banged as often as possible. His big cock forced its way deep into her cunt one final time and I realised that he was filling my wifes cunt up with his cum.

As soon as he pulled his cock out of her it was replaced by his friends cock,
and once again I had the total pleasure of watching my wife being used by a total stranger. In and out went his cock getting faster and faster and by now Susans tits were flopping around all over the place.

Watching her tits flopping around and watching him abuse her cunt I was soon very hard and I just wanted to get her home and fuck her ass while she was still out of it.

With a loud grunt the second guy pumped another load of spunk into Susans cunt.
When he pulled his cock out of her cunt I was treated to the most fantastic sight of her cunt gaping wide open and seemingly a river of spunk running out of it.

They both got dressed and thanked me for letting them fuck her.
To which I replied they didn’t have to thank me but I should be thanking them,
I had finally done it. I had watched Susan getting fucked by not one but two strangers cocks.
I asked them if they would like to use my slut wife again sometime.
To which they both said yes they really wanted to but next time they would fuck her in their flat.

The girl that was with them was still slumped against the car and I asked them what they would do with her now.
To which the reply was they were going to take her to a friend of theirs and she was going to be fucked by everybody there.
They even asked me if I wanted to fuck her, but I declined as I wanted to get Susan home and fuck her ass, Susan hates anal and while she was drunk she would never know, her arse might be a bit sore but I would think of an excuse for that.

The two guys helped me get Susan back into the car, once we had done that one of the guys gave me his phone number, saying if I wanted to watch Susan being fucked again, he would be up for it as he really wanted to fuck Susan again.

I then drove home and managed to get Susan indoors and took her up to bed. Once I had removed the remainder of her cloths I was soon fucking her arse. She is really tight and it feels sooo good forcing my cock in and out of her arse knowing that when she sobers up she will not remember a thing.

I could not wait until the next time I got her drunk as I knew that I would be watching another mans cock abuse her cunt

I confess that I just smoked two bowls out of my 3ft ZONG, I am fucking stoned off my ass.... the 2nd or 3rd hit I got the spins and almost passed the fuck out! LOL

THe DEA can kiss my ass, they are just a bunh of armed thugs for the pharm companies!
Just thought I would share! Now I am going to find some nasty stories, or maybe a nasty video and choke the chicken, its so much better when you are stoned!

Slept for 5 hours last night. I was really stoned and stayed up late reading random articles xD I ate popcorn for brekkies again xPSmoked a couple filtered cigarillos and brewed decaf coffee. TBH I usually don't smoke but I've been under a lot of stress lately and I want to finish this open pack before the tobacco goes stale >.> In the afternoon I did some skincare stuff and then washed a ton of dishies and cleaned my kitchie! Everything is all clean now! :)Now I'll be able to cook whatever I want ^.^ After cleaning, I opened a bottle of some nice French apple brandy (AKA calvados) and poured out a bigggg glass :)Let's see how it is darling. Hhmmm, the nose on it is quite mild. Whoaaa tastes super appley!! It literally tastes like distilled cider, which I guess is literally what it is LOL. It's very smooth – I can barely taste the booze. I'm only getting a little oakiness/wood; I bet this would taste even better if it aged longer in a barrel TBH. It's not particularly complex but it's good. It's like I'm drinking an apple orchard xPThis is like the perfect drink for the fall season c:I wish I had a microwave to zap this for a few seconds and see how the flavor profile changes. I feel like it needs some heat to come alive. Apparently this is double distilled, so I suppose the lack of complexity isn't particularly surprising. The apple flavor is really intense though! :O Next, I drank a glass of Islay single malt :)The perfect balance to that delicious orchard-in-a-glass I just had ^.^Mmmm oh yeah the smoky briny flavor of Islay scotch is the optimal counterweight here. Very heavenly, and I'm starting to feel a little twirly :) Now I'm going to have spicy-hot salami with some craft beer ^.^ Ugh my neighbor is playing his stereo really loud again :/

My gf (a young and petite thing at 5'3") and I have never shy'd away from public displays of affection. We've had sex on the edge of the top of a parking garage late at night while cars whizzed by below, we've groped each other and made out in the back of a dark club while drunken party-goers ogled us, but last night set the bar.

We had spent all morning drinking mimosas during brunch, and the afternoon was spent walking around the local college campus (which is dead this time of year) finding little hidden places to smoke from our dugout and grope each other. She even let me snap a pic of her flashing me earlier in the afternoon(She's a petite thing at 5'3�, and has smooth young features. We're both in our early 20's but she gets carded at bars, restaurants, and the like all the time). Unfortunately my phone died shortly thereafter, otherwise I would have had quite the photo-collage to go along with my story...but I digress.

As the sun began to set, we found ourselves quite inebriated and very very horny. We had just settled down behind a low brick wall that ran adjacent to an empty driveway used by one of the university buildings. To our right was a lush, somewhat overgrown garden with several stone benches and various flowerbeds. To our left was an tall empty university office building. Behind us was another campus building...this one used to temporarily house fraternity brothers during the Summer months (the lights were out, and it appeared empty as well).

Now, not being strangers to sex in public, we were quite aware of the growing trend in our little city (so we had read/heard) of "dogging" (if you're not in the loop, look it up, the internet is a wonderful thing)...specifically in and around a local park, and parts of campus...but we had fooled around outdoors before without anyone spying or bothering us (that we know of) and didn't think anything of it last night.

Nevertheless, we sat down on one of the stone benches and passed our one-hitter back and forth, and then began the heavy petting. I nibbled at her neck and ran my hand up her thigh to her panty clad crotch. She moaned and leaned back against the bench. I kissed her up and down her neck, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts, savoring her scent and the feel of her skin in the open air. She had spread her legs, allowing me to push the hem of her skirt up, exposing her pelvis and undies to the night air...I rubbed her through her underwear (which tends to drive her crazy...more-so than straight up fingering oddly enough) until she shook a little with a small orgasm.

At this point we could hear some people walking down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the brick wall, causing us to hold our breath for a moment. They passed us quickly (two drunk girls walking home from a bar from the sound of it) and walked on. We looked at each other and giggled. We weren't really worried, bc it seemed as if the only way someone could catch us would be to sneak around the garden we were in, and the heavy iron gate separating the garden from the sidewalk makes a loud squeaking sound when being opened, which should have given us ample time to dress an bolt, but the possibility made it exciting nonetheless.

At this point I asked her "put on a little show for me". To which she stood up in front of the bench and faced me, a little wobbly from the weed, and giggling began to wiggle her hips back and forth in the cutest parody of a burlesque dance I've ever seen. I wasted no time, and pulled out my cock to stroke while she teased me.

She spun around, and slowly pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing her panty clad ass, which she promptly peeled down over her ass cheeks a bit, flashing me her bare bottom ever so slightly. The sight of her there in the moonlight (and a little streetlight from the corner), her half exposed ass swaying back and forth inches from my face, and in public no less...drove me nuts!

I'm pretty sure I even exclaimed "you're driving me crazy"....she looked at me with a wicked grin and letting go of the hem of her dress, bent down and placed her hands on my raging erection and gave it a few light strokes. I leaned back on the bench and sighed loudly, taking in the sight before me. I then ran one of my hands up her leg and pulled at her dress again, hiking it up and over her thighs, allowing me to squeeze and fondle her ass while she licked and nibbled at my ear whilst jerking me off. After a couple of minutes of this, I whispered into her ear "take off your dress"...I was feeling bold to say the least. Without skipping a beat, she called my bluff. Stepping back from the bench, she let a wide grin cross her nymph-like features, and then pulled her dress over her head and tossed it onto the bench next to me in one fluid motion leaving her in nothing but her saddle shoes, a lacy see through bra, and a pair of light green cotton panties. She then continued her little burlesque like dance for me.....peeling a bra strap off one shoulder, turning, pushing the waistband of her undies down just a bit, turning again, bending down to touch her ankles (and sticking her bottom in my face in the process). What could I do other than just sit there and slowly stroke my cock to this wonderful exhibit in front of me.

With a final teasing wiggle she bent over at the waist and swatted my hands away from my cock again, grasping the base of it with one hand and steadying herself on the bench with the other. After a couple of strokes, a drop of pre-cum began to form on the tip of my cock, which she flicked her tongue at, letting a trail of saliva form between my dick and her tongue. She knows that I like messy blowjobs, and this is how she usually begins...so, needless to say, my head was swimming.

It was at this point that I heard the squeaking gate and saw the silhouette. Average height, wearing a baseball cap, and smoking a cigarette, the person was standing on the corner of the garden, near a hedge about 30 feet from us. At first it didn't register. Then the figure looked over his shoulder and appeared to be talking to someone. For some reason it hit me, SOMEONE IS WATCHING US.

I whispered "some guy is watching us". She looked up from my cock with her big blue eyes. "Is it a cop?" she asked. "I don't think so, he's just standing there" I replied. "well let'em watch, but keep an eye on'em" she responded to my amazment. I was just getting ready to put my cock away when she said this. I was so stunned, I just sat back and looked down at this very hot, and nearly naked young girl that I love very much, say one of the sluttiest and dirtiest things I could ever imagine.

With that, she sunk to her knees and stuck her ass out (her panties barely covering her rear), looking over her shoulder in the direction of the figure, and wiggled her behind. The figure stood completely still, but was still obviously entranced by the spectacle before him.

She turned her attention back to my cock, running her tongue up and down the length of the shaft, allowing the maximum amount of spit to fall out of her mouth onto my member until it was glistening with saliva, before enveloping the tip and about half the length into her warm wet mouth before letting it slide back out with a definite wet "pop" sound. I automatically gripped the back of her head and a handful of her hair and let out a silent "oh, jesus" at this move. Being a petite gal, she's only able with some effort (and a little bit of gagging) to take about 3/4 of my somewhat average length cock (7 inches) down her throat, so this is a huge turn on for me.

The figure at the corner of the garden moved out from the hedge he was hiding behind just a bit, all the while turning to his left and appearing to move his mouth. Then I realized there was another person standing next to him behind the hedge...this other person was trying to get a better look, and they appeared to be talking to each other about what was happening in hushed tones.

I decided to up the anty a bit and leaned over my gf's body, sliding to the edge of the bench a bit more, and laid a hand across her ass cheek, giving it a quick smack. She responded by removing her mouth from around my cock and pushing her ass into the air more-so. "fuck yes, spank me daddy" she whimpered, a little loudly in fact. I was quite used to this kind of pillow talk, but in the context of the current situation my head swam. And so I laid into her, smacking her panty clad ass cheeks once, twice, three times, until she let out a little muffled yelp around my dick and jumped a bit, her pale ass turning bright pink in the dim light.

The figures in the corner let out an audible chuckle, clearly they were enjoying the show, and were making less and less of an effort to not be seen and heard. We both took notice of this. Her cheeks flushed with (her words) a combination of lust and embarrassment as she looked up at me.

�Want to be my whore?� I whispered to her. This was bedroom code for the light bdsm that we sometimes dabbled in. She's quite the submissive when she's in the mood, and from the look on her face (like a kid in a candy store) when I said this, she was definitely in the mood. I then grabbed a handful of her hair and positioned her mouth over my cock, my other hand snaked to her bottom again and gave it another couple of smacks, causing her to yelp with her mouth around the tip of my cock.

�Pull your panties down� I ordered. She complied, reaching behind her kneeling form and slowly sliding her little cotton panties over her ass and down her thighs to rest at the bend of her knees. One of the men, the taller of the two, let out a �holy shit� and they appeared to move a little bit closer, zeroing in on my gf's taught little ass.

I grabbed the base of my prick with my free hand and began to pump her head slowly up and down on my cock...first down a couple of inches before pulling her mouth away....me leaning forward to kiss her lips, wet with pre-cum and saliva..then pushing her back down onto my cock again. This continued for a minute or so, her wiggling her ass for the spectators across from us.

I then told her (loudly enough for the strangers to hear) to stand up and turn around with her hands behind her back so "they can get a good look at you". She complied, wiping some saliva from her chin, she slowly stood and turned on her heel to face the figures, her panties falling around her ankles. The two men crept slowly forward a bit more, and being able to get a better look at us, one of them turned and said to his friend, �she's young, man� Neither had anything to hide behind anymore, their faces barely visible in the failing light. Both seemed about college age, one wearing a lettered hoody (possible a couple of fraternity dudes) and drinking from a tallboy of something, the other in a baseball cap and khaki shorts, his hands in his pockets. At this point they were about 20 or so feet away standing next to another park bench. The sounds of a small group of people walking down the sidewalk nearby echoed off the walls around us, but soon receded, it was getting late, and the bars were beginning to let out.

And there she stood, a petite little redheaded minx, with nothing on but a pair of black and white saddle shoes, a see through bra and a pair of panties around one ankle, her body on full display for these two strangers. My hands groped at her from behind, sliding around her body to tug at the straps to her bra, pulling her pert b-cups from their prison and tweaking her erect nipples, down her stomach to the neatly trimmed hair of her pubic mound. Her knees slightly buckled at my caress, her mouth letting out a sexy little moan. I gripped her crossed wrists behind her back and stood up behind her, pushing her forward a bit�the two men stepped forward another couple of feet�now less than 10 feet from us. I realized that the one in shorts was jerking off, one hand down the front of his shorts.

�She�s a beaut� eh fellas?� I asked in a playful tone., smacking one of her tits with my free hand, before roughly pinching and pulling at one of her nipples, letting her tits drop and bounce. Both nodded and smiled, shifting a bit, possibly a bit uncomfortable that they were being addressed directly.

�Let�s show the nice men what a whore like you is good at�� I trailed off, taking on the role of the dom�I spun her around and pushed down on her shoulders, directing her to kneel in the grass before me at an angle, while I shifted my position so that we were both in parallel to our audience�giving them a perfect view of her profile. I started by unbuttoning my shorts, and pulling my shaft fully from my underwear, along with my balls. She immediately went to work sucking and licking at my testicles, her hands still firmly in place behind her back, which was arched, her ass sticking out over her heels.

�Spread your ass for them� I ordered�

She complied, her hands sliding down her lower back and spreading her ass cheeks apart as she licked up and down my balls and the shaft of my cock, trails of spittle dripping onto the grass. The guy in shorts muttered �holy fuck��his cock was clearly out now, and he was stroking it very slowly, his eyes shifting from my gf�s taught little ass to the job she was doing on my cock. His friend has stepped to the side a bit, seemingly to give his buddy some spank room, and had just set down his beverage before slowly unzipping his jeans and pushing his hand down into his waistband to touch himself.

I pulled my cock away from her eager mouth and told her to �say ah��, she looked up at me, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue with a little �ahhh�, sounding like a kid at the dentist. I slid my cock between her parted lips until the tip touched the back of her throat�a little over half its fully erect length. �Show the men how a slut eats cock�� I requested. She took a deep breath through her nose and shifted her weight a bit, sitting up ever so slightly on her knees, and pushed her mouth down onto my cock another inch before pulling away with a sharp exhale.

�fuck yes, deep throat that bitch!� one of the men exclaimed (I didn�t look up to see which)

She steadied herself and again took about 5 inches of my cock into her mouth with a slurping sound. One of my hands found the back of her head, the other took a hold of her chin, and I pushed another inch down her little throat. She shifted her weight, and let out a little groan around my cock, but I didn�t relent�pulling out a couple of inches, only to slowly push the shaft back into her throat�this time her lips barely an inch from the base of my cock. A stream of saliva dripped from between her bottom lip and the base of my prick, splattering onto her tits. I pulled my cock all the way out, she gasped for air, pre-cum and spit falling from her mouth. Then I was back in her throat again, repeating this about half a dozen times.

�yeah man, fuck her mouth� the guy in shorts cheered�both were now just under 10 feet from us and were furiously stroking their dicks.

I pulled my cock from her throat, allowing her to get some air. She panted�.looking up at me and around at the two men watching us.

�They're so close� she said shyly....

�I know�, I replied, playfully slapping her cheeks with my wet cock.

She smiled, �I want to cum� she said. Smiling, I told her to stand up again and whispered into her ear �do you want some help from these nice men?� she looked at me a bit confused��no penetration� I elaborated �just touching�. She nodded in approval.

I turned to the two strangers, who had slowed their masturbation in anticipation of what was to come (no pun intended, har har), and asked if they �would like to sit�? I motioned to the bench near us. They looked at each other and slowly walked over to the bench and sat down on opposite ends from each other. I then led my little gal over between them and told her to sit down. She hesitated for a moment, eying these two perverts up and down, seeing their hard cocks in their hands and the expression of pure unadulterated lust on their faces (her words, not mine), and turned around, putting her ass on display for them�spreading it wide. �Do you like me?� she asked in her best naughty little girl voice�sliding two fingers into her pussy and then looking over her shoulder, into her mouth, before playfully smacking her own ass with her other hand.

�I'm being a bad bad girl� she exclaimed. The two dudes just stared�one of them saying something incomprehensible like �oh fuck, man�.�

�Enough playing around you little whore� I exclaimed playfully, and lightly pushed her down onto the bench between them, taking a position between her legs...each of the strangers no more than a couple of feet from her on either side, their eyes glued to her small body, which was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her tits wet with the sloppy bj she had just given.

�Pull your legs back� I ordered...she complied, looping her hands behind the backs of her knees and pinning her thighs against her torso, giving me full access to her pussy and ass.

�Oh my gaaawd�, the guy in the hat exclaimed, leaning over to get a closer view of her naughty bits. I grinned and gripped the tops of her thighs, spreading her even wider. She keeps her pubic hair trimmed to almost nothing...again, accentuating her youthful looks. I parted her pussy lips with one hand, not penetrating her, just showing her off her pink inner folds.

�Fuck baby, you are wet� the man in the hat said, arching his neck to look at her sopping wet pussy.

�Mmmm, yes sir. I'm very very horny right now.� she chirped, her eyes falling on the rather thick cock in his hand.

I leaned down and lapped at her warm mound. She wiggled under me, and shivered, her legs shaking a bit. �Fuck� she yelped, trying to keep her voice to a whisper. I stabbed at her cunt with my tongue over and over until she shook very hard under me, her hands letting go of her legs and reaching out to grip the thighs of the men to either side of her.

�Hold her legs for me eh?� I requested of the strangers. They looked a bit stunned, but hesitated for no more than a moment, before each of them reached out in unison and grabbed her ankles and calves, pulling them back again.

�Oh fuck�, she moaned, as I pushed two fingers into her pussy and began slowly finger fucking her. Now she's not usually that into fingering , but her body seemed to be reacting with crazy sensitivity. One of the men was gripping her ass cheek now, having propped her leg onto his shoulder. He gave her rear a quick smack and squeeze, kneading the pale flesh of her smooth ass.

She began to shake under me again. I leaned forward and flicked her now swollen clit with my tongue. She went nuts between us, her legs convulsing, her ass lifting off the bench several inches, her back arching as her mouth parted and let out the most erotic stuttering �ffffuuucc, aaaahhha, fuuck, oh my gaaa...�. I kept my mouth on her cunt during the whole display however, darting my tongue from her clit to her labia, small aftershock orgasms causing her to shiver repeatedly.

Both of the strangers were enraptured. One of them (the guy in the hoody I think), began to rub and grope at my little redheads tits, and say really dirty things to her.

�You're a little slut, aren't you? Are you daddy's little whore? Huh, are you daddy's little fuck toy?�

She just looked up through half closed eyes and whimpered an innocent �yes daddy�.

�Holy shit man! You're girl is amazing!� exclaimed the other guy, one hand still stroking his cock, the other kneading the flesh of her thigh and ass.

I lifted my head from her swollen pussy and licked my lips. �Yes she is, and...� giving her behind a playful smack, �now she's going to take some cock for your viewing pleasure, aren't you dearest?� I asked. �Oh yes please, please fuck me...� she, running two fingers over her throbbing pussy lips.

I told her to stand up, turn around and bend over the bench. She did so, placing her hands on the back of the bench and sticking her ass out. The guy in the hoody also stood up and walked around the back of the bench to get a better look at the action. The other guy stayed sitting on the bench, looking up and down her body, and as I entered her from behind, reached up to pull on her nipples with his free hand.

I began slowly pumping in and out of her, then built to slamming into her, only to slow down again, prolonging her pleasure, and my own. The man in the hoody had stepped closer to the bench again, his hand on his cock, just a few inches from my gf's face. Before long, I could feel my own orgasm building. �I want to come in your mouth baby, turn around.� I insisted.

Spinning around, and sitting on the edge of the bench, she opened her mouth wide for my load. Grabbing the back of her neck and the base of my cock, I forced myself into her mouth, unloading load after load of cum into her eager throat.

After I had finished, she offered to let the other guys cum on her tits while she masturbated, which they eagerly agreed to.

She laid back on the bench and propped her knees up, giving the strangers a good view of her dripping cunt. �You can touch me if you like� she coyly told the men. They were on her in seconds. One of them sticking two fingers into her cunt, and then into her mouth, making her taste her juices. The other began groping at her tits, then moved his hand down to her ass, were he began to probe at her anus.

Before long, she was panting and writing under their touch. The guy in the hoody leaned over her and let his cum spray onto her face and tits. The other man soon followed, dropping his load onto her stomach. There she laid, covered in her boyfriend's and stranger's cum, naked, and shaking, with a huge grin on her face. After we had cleaned up and dressed, we exchanged info with the two gents, discussed dogging, places to meet up in the future, and what my gf might be up for. Then we called it an evening, went home and slept for over 10 hours.

It was quite an evening to say the least. Nonetheless, we've discovered that we're into this sort of thing and have been discussing safer ways to indulge in the future.

Last night while I was high/falling asleep, I said to my best friend of ten years via text that 'Sometimes I think I'd kiss you'.

He hasn't responded. I'm pretty sure that was a giant fucking mistake. Yay me.

I've had feelings for him off and on for years. The last couple months I've felt more and more like I was going to explode if I didn't tell him. Apparently, that was the best I could do.

I hope he says something. Anything. Even if he ignores it and pretends it didn't happen. We can't very well be Jack & Diane if Jack bails cause Diane makes shitty decisions when she's stoned.

Fuck.

NEVER PAID HER DEBTS

I WANT TO GET OTHERS REACTIONS, ON THIS STORY, SHOULD MY EX-GIRLFRIEND HAVE MADE SURE SHE PAID HER DEBTS IN STEAD OF TRYING TO PUSH THE BOUNDERIES, AND WAS I RITE TO HELP THOSE OUT WHO SHE OWED THE MONIES TO (NOT THAT I HAD TO MUCH OF AN OPTION)

I WAS BUSY AT WORK, AS A PARCEL DELIVERY DRIVER, I DELIVERED, TO MANY DIFFERENT COMPANIES BUSINESS'S HOUSEHOLDS ETC,
I HAPPENED TO CALL IN AT A VERY SMALL BUSINESS, ONLY MAX 10 EMPLOYEE'S THAT INCLUDED THE MANAGEMENT
THE MANAGER RECOGNISED ME FROM OUR COLLEGE DAY'S, HE WAS A VERY SHADY CHARACTER, HE WAS UP TO ALL SORTS OF THINGS MAINLY NON LEGAL STUFF.
HE SAID WE SHOULD CATCH UP GO FOR A FEW DRINK'S. I NEVER HAD ANY PROBLEMS WITH THIS, SO I AGREED TO MEET UP THE COMING WEEKEND, HE SAID BRING YOUR WIFE GIRLFRIEND ALONG, HE WOULD ASK A FEW OF THE OTHER COLLEGE GUY'S TO COME ALONG WE MAKE A NIGHT OF IT, GO TO A LOCAL CHINESE RESTAURANT THEN ON TO A FEW PUBS HAVE SOME DRINKS.

THE WEEKEND CAME I GOT READY, AND MY THEN GIRLFRIEND GOT READY, WE BOOKED A TAXI AND MADE OUR WAY TO THE RESTAURANT, WE ARRIVED FIRST SO ORDERED OURSELVES A DRINK.

MY GIRLFRIEND JEMMA WAS A BIT OF A FITNESS FANATIC HAD A VERY FIT BODY NICE ASS AND AMPLE BREASTS, LONG LOOKING LEGS
SHE WAS 5'4", 6 STONE, BROWN LONG WAVY HAIR BROWN EYES
ME IM 5'11" AVERAGE BODY FIT BLONDE HAIR SHOLDER LENGTH, DEEP BLUE EYE'S

A FEW OTHERS ARRIVED I KNEW MOST OF THEM FROM COLLEGE, A COUPLE I HAD MET DOING MY DELIVERIES THEN THE MAIN MAN DARREN ARRIVED, HE GAVE US ALL GREATINGSAND SAID THE TABLE WAS BOOKED FOR 8;30PM SO WE HAD TIME FOR A FEW ROUNDS OF DRINKS,
DARREN CAME OVER TO ME AND SAID WHO IS THIS LOVELY GIRL THEN, I INTRODUCED JEMMA TO HIM, NOT KNOWING THEY HAD ALREADY MET, THROUGH A KIND OF BUSINESS DEALINGS, DARREN WAS NICE AS PIE, VERY FRIENDLY AND TALKATIVE, HE IN TURN INTRODUCED ME AND JEMMA TO EVERYONE ELSE, AND HIS WIFE SEEMED TO TAKE TO JEMMA.
WE HAD A GREAT NIGHT, JEMMA WAS FULL OF LIFE, I DID SEE HER TALKING WITH DARREN ON A FEW OCCASIONS BUT LOOKED VERY FRIENDLY.

A FEW DAYS LATER I HAD A RATHER BIG DELIVERY TO DARRENS BUSINESS, HE CALLED HIS EMPLOYEE'S TO HELP ME UNLOAD AND TAKE INTO THE BUSINESS PREMISES,
DARREN CALLED ME TO HIS OFFICE, GOT ME A DRINK AND SAID THE STAFF WILL FINISH UNLOADING,
WHILE I WAS TALKING TO DARREN HE INTRODUCED ME TO 3 OF HIS PARTNERS, THEY HAD OTHER BUSINESS'S BUT WAS ALL CONNECTED, AS WE SPOKE DARREN PRODUCED SOME PAPERWORK AND PUT IT INFRONT OF ME
I WAS PUZZELED SO ONE OF THE PARTNERS EXPLAINED THAT THEY DID MONEY LENDING AS A SIDE LINE AMONGST OTHER THINGS SHADY,
DARREN THEN SAID, YOUR JEMMA IS INTO THEM FOR A LOT OF MONEY SHE WAS PAYINNG THEM BACK FOR FIRST 5-6 MONTH THEN SHE STARTED MISSING PAYMENT DATES, AND NOW HAS NOT PAID THEM IN WELL OVER 6 MONTH'S,
THEY SAID IF I WANTED AS SHE WAS MY GIRLFRIEND I COULD PAY THEM AT A REASONABLE RATE ON A MONTHLY BASIS,
I TOYED WITH THAT IDEA, UNTILL I WAS SHOWN THE AMOUNT THAT WAS OWING, WAS DOUBLE WHAT SHE HAD ORIGINALLY BORROWED, THAT WAS £5000, IF SHE HAD PAID AS AGREED SHE WOULD HAVE ONLY PAID £6,500 BUT WITH INTERESTS CHARGES AND NON PAYMENTS, IT WAS NOW NEARLY £11,OOO, NO WAY WAS I GOING TO TAKE THAT ON,

DARREN GUESSED I SAY NO !

HE THEN SPOKE WITH HIS PARTNERS IN FRONT OF ME THEY WAS PLEASANT ENOUGH GAVE ME NO PROBLEM, TILL THEY SAID WELL SHE IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND, WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST WE DO AS WE OBVIOUSLY ARE NOT GETTING OUR MONEY BACK,
ONE OF THE GUY'S CHRIS I THINK HIS NAME WAS SAID WELL WE COULD FORCE HER TO PROSTITUTE HERSEL TO PAY THE MONIES BACK,
ANOTHER JOHN CAME UP WITH ANOTHER IDEA WHICH INVOLVED VIOLENCE BREAKING LEGS ETC, THEN DARREN WENT OUT THE ROOM CAME BACK WITH A SMALL BOTTLE OF FLUID, LOOKED LIKE OPTREX EYE WASH,
HE PUT IT ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF ME, I LOOKED PICKED IT UP ASKED WHAT'S THIS, DARREN SAID WELL, WE ALSO RUN A GENTLEMAN'S CLUB JUST OUT OF TOWN YOU KNOW ON THE SWAN INDUSTRIAL ESTATED, I KNOW IT I SAID, SO WHATS THAT GOT TO DO WITH THIS BOTTLE OF FLUIDS,
DARREN JUST SMILED SAID NEXT FRIDAY, WE HAVE A GENT'S ONLY DO, AT THE CLUB, A FEW STRIPPERS A COUPLE OF FULL BLOWN SEX SHOW'S,
WELL YOU ARE TO BRING JEMMA TO US AT THE CLUB, YOU GIVE HER 3 DROPS OF THIS STUFF IN THE BOTTLE, AND SHE WONT REFUSE, OK
WHAT IF I REFUSE ?
WELL IT IN YOUR'S AND HER'S BEST INTEREST, OK, AS HE PATTED MY CHEEK'S,
DARREN SAID HE WOULD CALL ME ON THE THURSDAY BEFORE TO GIVE ME TIMES, AND THE PASS CODE TO GET IN THE TRADE ENTRANCE.
HE WOULD ALSO TRY MAKE CONTACT WITH JEMMA TO GIVE HER ONE LAST CHANCE TO PAY THEM THE MONIES THAT SHE OWED THEM,

ON THE THURSDAY I VISITED HIS BUSINESS TO DO MORE DELIVERIES, DARREN SPOKE TO ME SAID HEE HAD MANAGED TO SPEEK WITH JEMMA PUT A REASONABLE OFFER TO HER, AND SHE PUT THE PHONE DOWN ON HIM, HE HAD RECORDED THIS PHONE CALL SO I KNEW HE HAD TRIED, SO THIS PISSED ME OFF THAT JEMMA HAD NOT AGREED, AND HAD PUT ME IN THIS VERY AWKWARD POSITION,
TO ME SHE WAS JUST NOT PLAYING BALL SHE WAS MAKING A MOCKERY OUT OF DARREN,
THAT'S WHEN I MADE THE DECISION TO DO AS DARREN AND HIS PARNERS HAD ASKED ME TO DO.HE GAVE ME A TIME 8PM AND THE CODE TO THE TRADE ENTRANCE HE WOULD MEET ME TO HELP TAKE JEMMA IN,

THE FRIDAY CAME I HAD TAKEN THE AFTERNOON OFF AS I KNEW JEMMA ONLY WORKED TILL 2PM EVERY FRIDAY.
I SAID TO JEMMA WE WOULD GO INTO TOWN LOOK AT HOLIDAYS HAVE A FEW DRINKS IN OUR LOCAL PUB GO HOME GET DRESSED UP AND HAVE AN EVENING ON THE TOWN GETTING DRUNK, JEMMA JUMPED AT THE IDEA,
I GOT HER TO DRESS HERSELF UP IN A REAL SEXY CLOTHES, SHE EVEN PUT ON REALLY REALLY SEE THROUGH SEXY UNDERWEAR, (NOT THAT SHE WAS GOING TO NEED IT) I HAD ALREADY PACKED A BAG FULL OF HER CLOTHES AND PASSED THEM ON TO DARREN AS HE HAD REQUESTED,
I HAD AN IDEA WHAT HE AND HIS PARTNERS HAD PLANNED BUT NO 100% , I THOUGHT THEY WOULD GET HER TO STRIP OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES,

WE WENT OUT THAT FRIDAY EVENING AS WE HAD PLANNED WHILE OUT AFTER A FEW DRINKS I PUT 3 DROPS IN HER DRINK, SHE HAD NO IDEA, WAS TASTELESS AND NO ODOUR, AFTER AN HOUR JEMMA'S SPEACH STARTED TO SLURR, THEN SHE WENT A BIT UNSTABLE ON HER LEG'S, SHE WANTED TO GO HOME AS SHE FELT VERY TIRED, I CALLED A TAXI,
BUT WE NEVER WENT HOME, WE HEADED TO THE INDUSTRIAL ESTATE TO THE GENTLEMAN'S CLUB, THE TAXI DRIVER LAUGHED SAID YOU ENJOY YOURSELVES, HOPE SHE AINT PART OF THE SHOW, SHE BE FUCKED IF SHE IS, LAUGHED AGAIN AS WE GOT OUT, I PUT JEMMA'S ARM AROUND MY NECK MY ARM AROUND HER WASTE AND WLKED HER STAGGERING TO THE TRADE ENTRANCE, DARREN HAD SEEN US COMING AND CAMEOUT TO HELP,
JEMMA WAS TAKEN INTO A MEDIUM SIZED ROOM THERE WAS A BED SMACK BANG IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM AND ITWAS SURROUNDED BY COMFY RED VELVET CHAIRS,
DARREN SAT JEMMA IN ONE OF THE CHAIRS ASKED ME TO ACCOMPANY HIM TO ANOTHER ROOM, THE ROOM WE WENYT INTO HAD A BIG WINDOW THAT LOOKED STRAIGHT INTO THE ROOM WHERE JEMMA WAS,
DARREN SAID I COULD WATCH THE REAL SHOW THE STRIPPERS AND LIVE SEX SHOWS IN THE MAIN ROM, OR I COULD STAY IN THIS ROOM AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO JEMMA, HE LAUGHED SAID SHE SHOULD HAVE JUST PAID THE MONEY NOT LET IT GET THIS FAR,
I SAID WATCH JEMMA WHATS GOING ON, WELL DARREN SAID WE WILL GET OUR MONEY BACK ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, AS HE HANDED ME A PRICE LIST, WHAT IS THIS FOR I ASKED, DARREN JUST SAID LIKE I SAID A MIN AGO WE WILL GET OUR MONEY BACK ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, DONT WORRY MATE SHE WONT REMEMBER A THING THAT STUFF YOU PUT IN HER DRINK HAS BASICALLY KNOCKED HER OUT, SHE BE GONE FOR A GOOD 6-8 HOUR PLENTY OF TIME TO GET AT LEAST HALF OUR MONEY BACK, WE HAVE 50 PLUS MALE MEMBERS IN THIS CLUB IF THEY ALL TURN UP AND PAY, THEN YOUR JEMMA WILL BE FREE OF DEBT, BUT AS IT STANDS ONLY 20 HAVE BOOKED IN SO FAR WE CLOSE THHE ENTRY AT 10PM
YOU MEAN YOUR GETTING THE MONEY BACK BY PIMPING HER BODY TO WHO EVER PAYS, OMFG WHAT HAVE I DONE TO JEMMA,
DARREN THEN SAID I KNOW YOUR PROBABLY BLAMING YOURSELF BUT REMEMBER THE RECORDING SHE WAS GIVEN EVERY CHANCE SO YOU ARE NO WAY TO BLAME MATE.
AS I SAT HEAD IN MY HANDS, MUSIC STARTED TO PLAY IN THE ROOM JEMMA WAS IN THE DOOR OPENED AND ALL THE PARTNERS PLUS DARREN WALKED IN STARK BOLLOCK NAKED, DARREN AND JOHN GRABBED JEMMA AND ALL OF THEM RIPPED AND CUT JEMMA'S CLOTHES OFF THEN THREW HER ON THE BED, THEY PLACED HER FACE DOWN, AND PUT A LONG ROUND PILLOW UNDER HER STOMACH PUSHING HER ASS AND PUSSY IN THE AIR, THEY ALL SHOVE A FINGER OR TWO IN HER HOLES, SHE WAS LAY THERE HELPLESS
THEN JOHN MOUNTED HER FROM BEHIND SHOVING HIS COCK IN HER DRY PUSSY, HE FUCKED HER ROUGHLY FOR A GOOD 5 MINS AND DARREN HAD OPENED HER MOUTH AND THEY SPIT ROAST HER TOGETHER, JOHN CAME ANOTHER OF THE PARTNERS SLIPPED IN TO HER MOIST PUSSY DARREN THEN SHOT HIS LOAD DEEP IN HER THROAT, SHE WAS POUNDED IN THE PUSSY BY ALL IN THE ROOM, DARREN FORCED HIS COCK DEP IN JEMMAS ASS AND REALLY DID PILE DRIVE HER , AFTER THEY HAD FINISHED THEY LEFT HER LAYING A MESS ON THE BED AND LEFT THE ROOM, FOR THE NEXT HOUR GUY AFTER GUY YOUNG MIDDLE AGED AND OLD FIT GUY'S FAT GUY'S EVERY BODY TYPE YOU COULD NAME WENT IN TO FUCK ONE OF JEMMA'S HOLES, THEY WENT IN ON THERE OWN IN TWO THREE'S ONCE OR TWICE 3OR MORE, THEY JUST POUNDED THE FUCK OUT OF JEMMA'S BODY, NO HOLES BARRED, THIS WENT ON AND ON FOR 5-6 HOURS SHE LOOKED REALLY RAW IN HER ASSHOLE AND SUPPER BEATEN UP PUSSY, SHE EVEN GOT FISTED ONCE OR TWICE, I DID WITNESS TWO GUYS IN HER PUSSY AT THE SAME TIME, I DIDNT THINK SHE COULD STRETCH THAT MUCH,
DARREN ENTERED THE ROOM DEAD ON 7 HOURS, TOLD ALL THE SHOW WAS OVER, HE HAD ONE LAST GOT IN JEMMA'S ASS TURNED TOWARDS WHERE I WAS THUMB'S UP,

AFTER A WHILE THEY CAME TO ME ASKED IF I WAS OK IF I HAD ENJOYED, SAID THEY HAD BATHED HER AND RE-DRESSED HER BUT HER PUSSY AND ASS WAS MEGA SWOLLON SORE, AND THAT UNFORTUNATELY THEY ONLY HAD JUST OVER HALF THE MONEY RECOVERED SO I WOULD HAVE TO BRING JEMMA AGAIN SAME THING IN A MONTH, BUT NEXT TIME I SHOULD GET INVOLVED OR THEY WOULD GET ONE OF THERE SHOW GIRLS TO TAKE CARE OF ME

THEY GOT US A TAXI JEMMA WAS BEGINING TO STIR COMPLAINING HER WHOLE BODY FELT SORE AND SHE HAD A SERIOUS HEADACHE,
I TOOK HER HOME UNDRESSED JEMMA PUT HER TO BED NAKED I HAD A QUICK LOOK AT HER PRIVATE AREA AND OMFG HER PUSSY SWOLLEN WAS NOT THE WORD, AND HER ASSHOLE RESEMBLED THAT OF A BABOON,

TO BE CONTINUED
JEMMA'S DEBT REPAYMENT PART 2,
ONLY IF THERE IS ENOUGH COMMENTS, I MAY PUT A PICTURE TO GO WITH PART 2

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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.

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When I went to Bali with my football team my then gf, now ex, insisted on coming along which pissed all my mates off ... until on the third night she was drunk and horny. When we got back to the backpackers she came into our bunkroom for some hardcore fucking and didn't get pissed off when all the mates joined in and took a turn. She was acting like a complete slut getting spit roasted and swallow lots of cum which she normally never did.

Unfortunately I was too stoned/horny to take pics off it, and she was so embarrassed at how much of a slut she had been that she actually ended up dumping me when we got home.

Hehehe stoned bitch would of gotten it in the eye if she wasn't high

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I confess that I have been regularly fucking a hooker I found through the escorting ads on BP. I don't need to pay for sex, I have been quite sexually active as of late and have been filling all of my urges with increasing boldness.

This woman lives in a shitty city to begin with, but she lives in one of the worst areas of the city to top it off. Her house is just a stone's throw away from finding streetwalkers for as low as $10-15 if you felt like it. I wouldn't recommend it if they go for less than $20... Keep it classy.

she charges a lot considering her area. Her "Services" range from $60 to $160. I'm sure she doesn't have a problem getting it, because she is not bad looking and isn't a heavy drug user, although she appears to be an alcoholic. I would say she is in her late 30's, she's blonde, has nice big and full tits and a big smooth ass. She is fit and but has some stretch marks going on from a kid in her past.

She is very nice, professional and honest. These things make her a rarity in these parts. One day I decided to make plans with her. I carefully inquired about what her services are and after a little beating around the bush I found out enough to know I would enjoy myself. I made plans to come see her the next day at noon.

The next day I was ready to go. I hit an ATM and headed in her direction. I brought enough for a full hour with her plus a little extra Just in case. When I got to help place I went inside and she quickly greeted me and escorted me to her bedroom. I told her that I was thinking I wanted an hour. I placed a payment down on the bed and followed by telling her that I wanted a lapdance first, trying to feel how likely she was to be open to things I would enjoy while seeing if she will likely be good at taking directions. She agreed.

I stripped down to my boxers and moved a chair to the end of her bed to sit in. She moved my clothes and put my money I had placed on the bed on top of them (this threw me for a loop). The lapdance started, which was better than I expected (although chances are she used to strip at one of the local clubs). The dance progressed from her starting to reach into my boxers and rubbing me to pulling my dick out rubbing her pussy against it.

She continued for awhile as I sucked on her nipples. I wanted more.

I gave her to look of desire and she picked up that I wanted to start moving beyond the lapdance. She began to lower herself while slipping down my boxers. She began to suck on my dick. It felt just amazing, but as she continued I stood up so I could better use my hips to thrust. She sucked and sucked doing her honest best to make me cum in her mouth. I didn't, I still wanted more.

After a bit longer I stopped her and moved her over to her bed. I laid down and she climbed on me and continued sucking my cock. Then the condom came out. She slid it on and climbed on top of me. She rode me hard before and she truly seemed to enjoy it. I flipped her once to take control pounding her into submission. I told her I wanted her to ride me again and we flipped back over. She rode me with ferocity as she edged me closer to cumming.

She was soaking wet, I thrust back up against her movements as she ground away at me reaching what I was about to find out was a very wet orgasm. I filled the condom as she climaxed only to discover the condom was broken. She didn't seem too worried and told me that she was fixed. As I got up to get dressed she laid on the bed out of breath letting me know that I have one special dick being able to make a whore cum like that.

After that I began to see her regularly. I began inquired about just going raw and after a few more times she began to trust me and I began to fill her pussy and mouth with huge loads of my cum. I already got her to agree to let me cum in her ass but every time I go see her I enjoy barebacking her soaking pussy so much that it drives me mad with the desire to cum in it, even if I had already been fucking her pussy for an hour.

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if, hypothetically, you had a large sum of money and you bought an oilplatform in international waters, put some geeks and a big server on it and host your own website from there. if you were to allow absolutely everything to be uploaded to it, everything,
could anyone close you down ? does anyone have authority in international waters ?
a government might block you, but could anyone actually stop you ?
silly question maybe but Im pretty stoned and wondering...

I didn't write this, I saw it in Playboy once, enjoy.

There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.
But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.

Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.

He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry, Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.

Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly,
Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high."

So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . .
He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high.

Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats.

"What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . .
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"

"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself."

"Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet,
I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this?

My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kindsa crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!"

"Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree.

Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come.

But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree."

"Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea--
Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me."

And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high.

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to tell them the truth."

I have been wanting to have sex with my girlfriends mother for the past 3 years and previous 2 before we started dating. Lately though my perv has gotten worse and I want to strangle her before during and after sex.
I have thought about strangling my gf and then her mother.
But its mostly for the goal of getting to her mother.
I watch her when she drinks, when she smokes, when she eats, when she sleeps.
I'm obsessed. I have cum on her towel and her dirty clothes in the hamper.
I have also had sex with my gf on her bed.
I want to go farther.
Maybe one night get my gf and her mom drunk/high (Yes her mom gets stoned with us from time to time) and then play with a passed out mom?

Do women value their virginities any more or is it just a minor stepping stone. Almost every girl I know gave it away or got tricked by some dude claiming love. Even my own wife let some dude she did not know pop her on their second date with out even caring. Not one girl I know said she gave it to the man of her dreams. As a guy I just wanted to fuck. Being a virgin says to many that person is not desirable.

First off, for all the moronic downvoters, consent is obviously important.
I wouldn't want to do something like this without a willing party.

I would love to find some young (legal) cutie to invite over, get drunk and stoned, then have my way with.

I also can't seem to stop thinking of the scenarios in which I either find someone to live 'rent free'... or a backpacker who whishes to be abducted and turned into a slave.

I wonder every single day while doing my tasks and having two orgasms and feel like it rips and put more knots in my stomach, trying to stay good girl and believe in rule my Master made.. when you lust so deeply you keep on wanting and go beyond what you feel safe about because you want to taste more and earn your place regardless how Evil your Master is.. how much Devil wants me embarrassed for my willingness how much He wants me embarrassed for being fragile and corrupted for Him and does He want me to regret getting corrupted by His taste and being a mess for His pleasure.  How broken He wants His toy, didn’t she broke almost everything for her Devil when she jumped into threessome and then having 3 man fuck her and fill her in same time because only because her Master enjoys that wasn’t it beautiful for her Devil that she doesn’t mind being broken for Him.. wondering will all those tasty things like little tasks and desire to please in her fragile way like buying things for her Master be taken… and was the willingness something that took that a bit of beating stone in His chest.. keep wondering will He deny me being at His feet and refuse my willingness and take away last thing He gave.. and keep thinking about how willing this slave is and what’s so bad in it.. what’s so bad that she can’t even deserve a word from her Lord.. and how much evil He will be and what happened with Him saying that everything slave does for Him take His attention.. And why would He take my privilege to even beg.. because slave only have one more day for that.. why would she be stripped of all tomorrow and what happened to being allowed to beg for Devil to corrupt her..and to all tasty things that makes you dizzy and anxious but so willing..

When I get stoned I really love wearing panties and jacking off 

I confess Ive never been with a women I'm 19 from Scotland in the UK, Ive been over weight in the past but lost loads now under 12 stone but sill havent been laid I'm kinda shy when come to talking to women i KNOW!! (wtf right) but think i b fine way women i dnt know but want to get laid asap so was thinking a Hooker but got no clue ware to to pick one up or how much it can be any u guys from Scotland and can give sum advise plse, many thanks

Some of you may think this is a lie. If I didn’t live it, I wouldn’t believe me either, but it is 100 percent truth. I fucked my wife, and her two sisters at the same time. My wife’s sisters came to visit for a week from out of state. We went out to the strip to do some partying. We all got so drunk and stoned. We got a hotel room on the strip so we didn’t have to drive home. We had a great time. We got back to the room. It was just me, my wife, and her sisters. They are both married. My wife was telling them that I was a great husband, and they all agreed. They were all giving me praise for being a good man, then they were all saying that I was also super good looking. My wife started to mention how I was good in bed too. I was loving the attention. I could tell all the girls were super horny. As my wife bragged on me, the sisters were saying they were jealous of her because I was better looking than their husbands. One thing to another. My wife said, kinda joking that she would share me with them. They both played along. We joked how fucking 3 sisters would be every mans fantasy come true. My wife said that I deserve it. Then they all got serious about it. My wife started rubbing on my dick over my pants in front of her sisters as they watched. She then told me to pull my cock out. My wife started sucking it. Then her oldest sister came in and they took turns. I was kinda in shock, because I’ve always wanted to fuck my wifes oldest sister. She is the youngest of all her siblings. 3 girls 1 brother. They signaled for the other sister to come too. She was more hesitant, but came over to the bed where I was laying on my back getting sucked off by three girls. They all got naked, and we got started. My wife got on my dick first. She rode my cock while the oldest sat on my face. To have my sister in laws pussy in my face I almost couldn’t hold my nut. I had to stop them before I came too quick. Then the took turns riding my dick and face. Then I wanted them to get in a row with their asses in the air. I went down the line fucking them, and fingering the others. I tried to get them to eat each other’s pussies, but they didn’t want to go that far. So I started fucking them one at a time (which was what I liked the best). I fucked them one after the other in the missionary position. I came by pulling out of my wife and jerking my dick as they watched me shoot cum on their little sisters ass. We have never done it again. I was told that it was a secret, and we were just having fun on vacation. I don’t know if the girls ever spoke about it, but I have never talked to anyone but my wife about it since. Believe it or not, it’s a true story. I’m sorry but I can’t show any pics of the girls, because who knows who reads this. Hope you enjoyed my story.

I have to admit I love anal, especially while stoned.
I found this out tonight. I've always had a fear of taking it in the ass, I never knew I'd cum so hard.

I confess I've done a lot of sexual stuff throughout my life but very few things I regret. This is not a regret.

My father was a bigamist and had so many wives we lost track. It wasn't a Mormon thing; he never had more under a roof than one at a time, but there were multiples at the same time in different states.

One stepmother and I hated each other. Hated her daughter, my stepsister, as well and the feeling was mutual there. Their existence pretty much was to make my life hell. My revenge on them happened when I was fifteen, stepsister was fourteen, and step-mother was in her mid-30s.

Bit of background: stepmother wasn't a knockout by any means. She wasn't fat but wasn't fit. Smaller tits, unshapely ass, and a bit of a paunch in her stomach. Step-sister was definitely better off as she had a nice tight body, great ass and cute but almost nonexistent tits. My father was the meal ticket the stepmother had always wanted and was afraid of losing that.

One day after school I was on the phone with a girl in the den and the stepsister came in. Stepmother was a stay at home type who always slept throughout most of the day, even past the time the stepsister and I would get home from school. Found out later she was a druggie (no heroin but definitely coke, crack, weed, alcohol, etc) and it comes into play in my revenge.

Anyway, the stepsister came in and was drunk off her ass. Vodka. She was being loud, obnoxious, and a real bitch. She proceeded to tease the hell out of me, showing her tits and ass, telling me I'd never get anyone like her. I hung up the phone and tried to get her to go to her room to sleep it off, but it wasn't happening. She stripped naked in front of me, touching herself and repeating I'd never get anything like her. My cock got hard, seeing her in all her glory, and she noticed. She laughed and struggled with me to get my pants off, taunting me that I "probably have a small cock", followed by "doubt I'd even be able to feel it".

I don't know what came over me but I responded, "Want to see it? I can prove it's not small." She sarcastically said yes and I stripped, hard cock out there. She stopped laughing and mocking but didn't do much else. No real reaction but staring at it. I moved up to her, my cock brushing her belly, looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Now let's see if you can feel it..."

I grabbed her, turned her around, forced her head onto the desk, and entered her from behind. I fucked her like mad. Relentless, aggravated, hate filled pounding. Between groans and other sounds she'd let out a weak "mommy" now and again. The whole thing was heightened by the fact that her mother was just down the hall.

I pulled out and came all over her ass. She stayed bent over the desk for a few minutes as I got dressed and grabbed a smoke. When I looked at her again she had tears in her eyes. She told me she was a virgin and I took her virginity. I asked her if she liked it. She said "yes" in a whispered voice, face down as if in shame. We didn't talk about it again the rest of the night.

The next day after school she came into the room again. I for sure thought she was going to confront me or tell me she had told her mother but she didn't. She asked if we could do it again, just like last time. She was stone cold sober this time. I bent her over the desk and took her again. This time she was letting out more than just groans; she was moaning and getting into it. I came on her ass again and this time she stood up and kissed me. We spent the next month fucking every day after school and squeezing a few times in during the nights and weekends. She wanted to try everything so she gave me head, I fucked her in the ass, and we screwed all over that house. Always it was me being the aggressor and dominating her.

One day we were having sex in the bathroom. I had just finished cumming on her face and she was sucking my cock clean. The door opened and her mother was in the middle of asking if she as okay as she'd heard noises. Her mother stopped and saw her daughter with my cock halfway down her throat, cum dripping down her face. To say her mother went ballistic was an understatement. After all the yelling and threats died down my stepmother told us she was going to think whether to tell my father. A few days went by and nothing was said but the idea of it hang over my head.

The stepmother, as I stated, was a druggie. When my father was out of town on business trips she'd bring her druggie friends over and they'd get high and drunk in her room. One of her druggie friends was an older woman, mid-40s, who was a total butterface. Amazing body but just a messed up drug and prostitution face. She'd given me the once over a few times before but her looks were filled with something a bit more this time and I figured the stepmother had told her what had happened.

The stepsister had gone over to a friend's house for the weekend so I was home alone with the stepmother and her druggie whore friend. They had been getting high and drunk all day. At about 1am I woke up to the druggie whore sucking my cock. When she noticed I was awake she stopped long enough to tell me that the stepmother had indeed told her what happened and she had to see for herself what her "niece" had been fucking. She sucked me until I came in her mouth, cleaned me off, then sat on the bed. She asked if it had been fun fucking my stepsister. I told her yes. She told me that she started doing what she did because her dad fucked her, but that she secretly enjoyed it and thought that the stepsister and I should be able to continue fucking since we both enjoyed it so much.

She stopped talking for a moment, a smirk coming across her face, when she blurted that she had an idea. She told me to stay in my bed until she came back and got me. I didn't know what she had planned but I grabbed a smoke and did as I was told.

About thirty minutes later she came back in, completely nude but with a strap-on on. She told me to follow her.

We got to the stepmother's bedroom door, which was wide open, and I saw that my stepmother was tied up and blindfolded in a doggystyle position. The druggie whore whispered to me that her and my stepmother would spend most of their days getting high, drunk and fucking; always the druggie whore fucking my stepmother with her strap-on. She told me to stand at the door and watch, jerking just enough to keep me hard but not cumming. The druggie whore went into the room and started fucking my stepmother.

About ten minutes into it the druggie whore pulled out and came back over to me. She told me it was my turn. I told her this was a bad idea but she said, "Her and I talk. She's told me hundreds of times how she wants to fuck you. Hell, since she found out you were fucking her daughter she's had me pretend to be you. Trust me."

I stood there for a minute, bewildered. While the stepmother wasn't as hot as the daughter I wouldn't have said no to fucking at this point in my life, yet I was still afraid of the consequences of fucking her. I also wasn't exactly trusting of a druggie whore. She whispered to me, "either you get over there and fuck her or I'm going to bend you over and fuck you with this." She stroked and shook her strap-on with a sneer on her face.

I decided "what the fuck" and mounted my stepmother from behind. I fucked her with the same fervor I had her daughter. My stepmother was screaming and yelling and moaning and enjoying it. The druggie whore came over to watch closely and after a bit she motioned for me to flip my stepmother on her back. I did so, reentered and kept fucking. Just as I was getting close to cumming the druggie whore leaned in and whispered to me to cum inside my stepmother. The look on my face told her I was afraid of knocking her up, so she followed with a "it's ok". I don't know why I trusted her in that moment but I don't think I cared at that point, I was too focused on my orgasm. As I reached climax the druggie whore yanked the blindfold off my stepmother, grabbed her head and forced her to look at me. I shot my load into my stepmother's pussy as a look of total shock was on her face. She hadn't even had time to properly react.

I pulled out and sat back on the bed. The druggie whore told my stepmother that now that she'd had my cock too she couldn't say anything about my fucking her daughter. My stepmother was pissed for a moment but then relented. She agreed that I could resume fucking her daughter if I fucked her too. The druggie whore added in that I had to fuck her too whenever she was over.

For the next year and a half I fucked my stepsister, stepmother and the druggie whore. The stepmother and stepsister never did anything to each other but more than enough times one would watch as I fucked the other. The druggie whore and I would switch off on fucking both at the same time. The druggie whore eventually buried her strap-on in me quite a few times before finding out that I'd already had that happen before and that I'd been taking cock in my ass for quite a while by then. Stepmother took a few turns with the strap-on in me as well.

Eventually the marriage between my stepmother and father ended and I never saw them again. The druggie whore got a few more years out of me, turned my ass out a few times when I was down and out and passed me around to some friends, but those are stories for another time.

I confess that when I was 13 I spied on my best friend jerking off his big cock, much bigger than my at the time, through a crack in the bathroom door. I asked him about it the next night and he said he did it every night. I stayed over at his house every weekend.

The next weekend when he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night I stopped him and asked him if I could help him out. Just out of curiosity. Instead of freaking out he said smiling "hold on a minute", and went to the bathroom, when he came back his cock was sticking out of the opening in his boxers. I stroked it while I sat on the bottom bunk and he stood leaning against the top bunk. I looked over and saw that his bedroom door was closed. It was never closed, a rule in his house. He let me stroke it for another couple minutes. It was very hard and had the softest skin I've ever felt. Cum started to leak out of the head. Without thinking I leaned in and licked it off. He stopped me then, feeling my tongue on the end of his dick and laid down beside me on my bed.

"Go Ahead" he said. I sucked his cock as well as I could. Finally after a lot of work He came in my mouth. It tasted like salty fruit. I spit it out in a water cup beside my bed. He got up and went to the bathroom, saying "thanks" before he opened the door.

The next night he was more excited and woke me up, I saw that the door was closed again. He asked if I could do it again. I said yes and it took a lot less time. His loads were way more than mine. More that most of the loads I've even seen even to this day. I got down on my knees feeling the carpet dig into them. I tried to fit his entire dick in my mouth but I just couldn't. This time I swallowed.

The next weekend it was the same thing. He never asked to suck my dick, even though every time I sucked his it was as hard as stone. He asked me to suck his balls and after the next couple of weekends I could fit the whole cock in my mouth by relaxing my throat. His pubes were soft blonde and would tickle my nose when I took all of his cock into my mouth. I measured it once and found I could fit both my closed fists around the shaft while leaving his beautiful head up on top. I'd lick it like an ice cream cone.

I probably drank at least a cup of his cum over the time I was sucking his cock, and got to be quite good at getting him off in a few minutes. I even had thoughts of letting him fuck my ass. I asked him one time if he'd like to try and he said maybe next weekend. I was sucking his cock, my eyes opening and closing, his hand rested gently on my head, sometimes pushing me down and sometimes letting me go on my own. I heard a noise and turned to look at the door. It was opened but no one was standing there. The next day, at breakfast his mother was giving us both odd looks and instead of asking my parents if I could come over the next weekend I had to have my parent ask. It was a three day weekend and I couldn't have been more excited.

I came over and we got a talk from his mother that the door was to stay open, mostly for safety reasons. We didn't do it that night even though I lay awake wishing we could. I had stolen some lube from my mother and was planning on trying to get him to give me anal. We went to church on Sunday and afterwards while the rest of the congregation was talking and eating food brought for the pot luck We both went to the bathroom and I jerked him off, his cum was like a water fountain spraying out of his penis.

That night I sneaked out into the living room and went down the hall to his parent's room. They were both sound asleep. I crept back into his room and gently closed the door. I woke him up and told him it had to be quick. He came down to the bottom bunk. I lubed up his dick and then coated my ass with it. He entered me and we were both facing the closed door. He was slow and gentle but it still hurt a lot. His hand found my dick and he stroked it until it was as hard as it could be. I felt him shudder when he came and my ass filled up with his hot cum.

We cleaned up with a towel and went to sleep. The next morning his parents went to work and we had the house to ourselves. I suggested we take a shower. He fucked me again as the water ran over my body, this time when he jerked me off I came too. I came a lot and I could feel, despite the water in the shower, his cum fill up my small ass. I hadn't hit full puberty yet. I was still quite small and he was almost the size of a full grown man. It was one of the first times I had ever came and produced anything other than a clear bead. After the shower I sucked his cock again and drank all of his cum down. I couldn't wait for the next weekend so we could continue to try new and different things. These were my first sexual experiences, and besides possibly his mother, no one ever knew except for him, me, and now you.

Ahh youth...

Emma Stone is so sexy!

So some of you may have read my previous post about my security guard fuck buddy from work.

Well i have recently found another one. Doctor. Older, divorced, and fun as fuck.

So, here is the deal. I flirt at work. A lot. I am a walking HR issue. Any comment that can be construed as dirty, I will pounce on it. Someone bumps into me I will laugh and bite my lip while I look at them. Sometimes this works, most of the time it doesn't.

With the Doc, it worked.

At first I thought it wouldn't. He comes off as very uptight. But I still messed with him. Because I'm horny, and I don't give a fuck.
The first positive sign I got from him was at the station one night. He had made his rounds and was returning to make some instructions and notes. I was next to the pass that leads into the station, bent over and helping one of the newbies with an admit. The way I was bent, I was blocking the pass.
He moved to get in and I playfully backed up, pretending I didn't see him.

He said something like 'Excuse me' but I kept talking to the newbie, and winked at her a little. He said something again, and I just shifted my weight.
Suddenly there was a sharp slap and a pain on my ass cheek. He had popped me with the binder he was carrying.
I was ready, I knew what to do. I turned to him, and bit my lower lip and said "Mmmmhmm" As the look of shock began to take shape on his face, I went to the next step. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, lol. I did that out of reflex." As he slid past me he stopped.

"Reflex?"

"Yup. Sorry." and I grinned at him turning back to what I was doing, making sure to bend over for him, my scrubs clinging to my butt. I could feel him looking.

Before we go on, I'll tell you a little about Doc. Doc is older, 50 something. Tall, thin build like a vegan. He is always clean shaven with the manscaping that you would make the most fastidious homosexual blush. His hair is plentiful and jet black. The kind of jet black a 50 year old only gets with the help of chemistry. He is handsome, yet distant. His brown eyes seem to look disinterested at everything. I had never seen him smile, until our very next encounter.

It had been a few days and I was back on days, thankfully. I was in my little cubby entering data into the spam logs when I became aware of someone in the doorway to the cubby. I looked at it was Doc. He was just standing there. I was caught a little off guard and at a loss for words.
He looked for a moment and asked to see the log for a patient. I knew something was up. The docs never ask me for the logs they get access to it from the online portal when they need to.

I decided to play along. I pulled the log up. He leaned in, close to me. His face next to mine. I could hear his breathing. Shaky, like he was having a hard time controlling his breathing. He looked at the screen without speaking for almost a bit too long.
"Interesting." he said finally and he stood up.
I decided to though him a lifeline. "Hey, Doc, I wanted to tell you I was sorry about the other day. I was just messing around."
He laughed. "Are you married?" he asked.
"Yes." I said, holding up my hand.
He shook his head. "Flirting is a bad habit".
I turned back to the screen. "What people do not know doesn't hurt them." I said.
He just smiled and walked away.

Over the next few weeks, we continued to chat. Followed the same pattern. Start off about something work related. Then a comment or two that was personal, and then it would end. I was sure he was incapable of advancing the ball.
Then I went back on nights.

Doc was making his rounds, and I was in the spam cubby. On one of the screens, a warning popped up. Looked like a lead was off. It wasn't uncommon, but it did mean I'd need to go down the hall and reattach it. I shuffled off down the hall, turning into the room with the bad lead. Standing next to the bed, looking right at the door, was Doc.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey." I replied. "Bad lead." I said.
"Oh. At least he's asleep."
I moved up to the bed, but instead of going to the patient, I stood in front of Doc. "Yeah I said."
We stood there for an uncomfortable moment.
Fuck it. "Doc.."
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me." and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
Wordlessly, he moved in and I felt his mouth on mine. I opened my mouth, greedily accepting his tongue.
Wow. He was a good kisser.
He moved his hands on my body, and used his mouth with practiced skill. Ten seconds. Twenty. A minute.
Finally, we stopped. Without a word, I moved to reattach the lead.
I felt his hand on my ass. Rubbing it. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

Finished, we kissed some more. His hand went down the back of my scrubs and into my panties. He grabbed at my ass. Hearing a cart coming down the hall, we broke apart. I left as quick as I could.

This went on for the next week. We would meet in a room, make out. I would jerk his cock, he would finger me. I wanted him bad. his cock was nice. Not long, but thick. Difficult to close my hand around. One night, after making out and returning to the station, he asked me if I always went home after work. I told him no. He nodded.
"Would you like to come by my house"
"Fuck yes."

On the drive, my pussy was soaking. I could feel the butterflies that I loved feeling in my stomach. The anticipation of being fucked. Someone new. A new cock. A new mouth. New tricks. All of it. I was craving it.

We pulled into his driveway, and i was not disappointed. He was a fucking doctor, after all. Beautiful house. A little on the McMansion side of things, but better then the rental I lived in. Stone and wood on the outside, and inside, lovely furnishings. But something was amiss.
No woman lived here. There was dust where there shouldn't be dust. Pillows on the couches were stacked haphazardly. Cups of diluted, flat coke sat in various places around the house.

As we walked in, I asked him where his wife was.
"Gone" was all he said.

We went into a wine cabinet and returned with two glasses. He sat in his chair. I sat on the couch next to him. He poured the wine. A nice red.
We talked though the first glass.
When he poured the second, he told me to stand up.
I was tingling.

(yes here comes the fucking)

He motioned me to stand before him. "Strip" he said.
This began to make me uncomfortable. I like to fuck, but I know I'm fat. My full body is not something I like to show off. But I had come this far, and his voice was so commanding.
I slipped out of my scrubs, panties the bra.
"Move your hands. Put them at your side."
i did. My face burned with redness.
"You shave."
"Yes".
He pulled his cock out. Without another word, I moved to my knees, and took him into my mouth.
He grew quickly. The thickness I had felt before made it difficult to get him in my mouth, but I tried. I felt his hand on my head, and he began to apply pressure. I moaned, letting him know that I wanted him to be forceful.
He complied.
I felt him going further with each stroke, the salty sweat from the days work was gone, washed clean by my mouth. I forced my head down on him. I choked. Coughed. He stopped. I gently moaned.
I pulled my head off, letting it fall free.
"It's okay" I gasped before plunging my head back down on him.
"Oh yes. The spanking. Makes sense now." he said.
I felt his hand on my head turn into a fist. A handful of my hair in it. He began to pull and push with it, taking control of my movements.
He was fucking my mouth.
i loved it.
Too soon, he stopped and stood. "Undress me."
I did. Pants first, then shirt. Standing, he resumed fucking my mouth. i plunged my fingers toward my clit.
I was sopping.

He stopped again. Pulling me off, I returned to lick and suck his balls. I looked up at him. He was smiling. "You are good at this. Are you a whore?"
I nodded.
"Follow me." We walked up the stairs, and into his room. He directed me to the bed, while He retrieved something from the nightstand. I lay down, but he told me all fours.
I complied and he pushed my head and shoulders down.
I heard a flick and a buzzing.
A toy. Oh what fun.
I felt his head. He was rubbing it on my pussy, then up to my ass, then back down.
"Have you ever been buttfucked?"
"Yes"
"Too bad."
His head stopped at my pussy and I felt him pushing it in. Steady, he was in me, balls deep. Wide and filling me. He pulled out, then slammed home again.
I felt the cold plastic on my ass.
I moaned.
"Ask me."
I said nothing.
He stopped fucking me.
"Do it."
"Please." I said. "Buttfuck me."
He started to push the toy into me. At first I thought it was just a butt plug, but it went deeper.
Finally it found a resting place and the fucking began in earnest. his fucking became more and more violent. Slamming into me. His fist returned, grabbing a handful of hair. He pulled with each thrust. Not too much, just enough.
I came. It was sudden. The build up had only just started before it soared and reached the tipping point. "Fuck....omg fuck me!" I cried.
"You whore.."
"I am your whore. Fuck me."
i felt his pace change slightly, and felt his cum. "You married whore" he said as he came. Pumping his semen deep into me.
He pulled the toy out of my ass, followed by his deflating cock. I collapsed into his bed. He Remained standing.
"10 minutes."
"What?"
"You have 10 minutes. Then I want you out of my house."
I sat up.
"Next week. You will make time for me. Again. No panties at work any more."
"Okay." I was wanting him to fuck me again already.
I stood, and suddenly he kissed me. Just like the first one. Love and lust mixed.

Oh yes. This was going to be fun....

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Eve’s Cell
Eve woke up after a short time of sleep, for her existed no differences anymore between day or night. The room was lighted by a twilight, the source of the light invisible above her. She was laying on her side on a bed made of concrete, only covered by a plastic mattress, it was dirty, even when she entered the cell long ago, and she could smell the odor of the last prisoner who had rested here. Now her body excretions had covered it even more. Carefully positioning her body upright, she seated slowly up. She was a little cold, because she was completely nude, exposed to humid and mild-temperatured environment of the dungeon. When she was imprisoned long ago, she was forced to strip and never received any sort of clothes anymore.
But she was not completely bare: Shackles, chains and rings were fixed on her body. First there was a steel belt on her waist, containing various rings and eyebolts around it's circumference. Her slender wrists were also shackled, the hands were joined in front of her body, each wrist circled by a bright metal cuff, pressing firmly in the skin, the cuffs were joined by a metal bar, with a short chain which was fixed at the belt. So her hands were hold in the same position the whole time. She had no chance to move them up or down. Also her thumbs had been fixed together by cuffs, covering half of each finger, the cuffs were welded together, so she has not possibility to move them. She moves her hands and fingers a little bit, they are swollen, cold and numb, and the pain begins to pass trough them. She feels the constant pressure of the hard metal into her tortured skin. Looking down on her legs, she notices her ankles, which were locked in the same way, lying side by side, a bride shackle running around each ankle. From between her feet, a longer chain is running down to the floor, connecting to an eyebolt in the center of it. She moved her feet up and down, it was difficult, because also her big toes were joined, like her thumbs, swollen and numb.
When she moved her upper body, she noticed the weight of the small chain which connected her nipple rings. When she was brought in the dungeon, they pierced her nipples, with really huge needles and then fixed the rings there, each one shining clearly and with a reasonable weight. After attaching the chain between them, every movement of her body is transmitted directly to her nipples, which were erect and hard most of the time. They had grown up, meanwhile her breast had got smaller because of the weight loss.
After sitting up she moved her hands and feet more and more. They are cold and numb in her so-called morning, she has to reanimate them. When they had closed the small and very tight shackles around her wrists and ankles them, by welding, it had been necessary to press the metal firmly together. After a while, the skin was bruised by the constant pressure, and circular wounds developed. Her hands and feet began to swell on, the shackles were cutting even more in the skin, and she lived very painful days. But after a while, the situation got better, now the intense swelling had gone, and the pain was bearable. At the borders of the cuffs, the bruised skin is covered with crusts and old blood.
Then she stood up upon her feet and the pain at her ankles got worse and she moaned. She looked down at her slim legs, her once slender and now swollen ankles, and her slightly swollen and blueish feet. She moves up and down on her toes, cautiously, feeling the throbbing of the hard metal on the bones and tendons of her ankles. What a feeling! She wore these shackles since a long time, it must be years, and will do it for the rest of her life. She imagined that there must be more cells und other prisoners, shackled the same way like her. This idea excited her a little bit. Sliding slowly on her soles, straining against the weight of her chains and against the pain, Amber moved to the other wall of her cell. She did not know how long she has been imprisoned in this dungeon, but it mattered little. She was not sentenced, and was not counting her days. She would spend the rest of her life in this cell. Her shackles and the waist belt had no locks, they had been welded on to her body long ago. She has not seen her jailors since she was locked into her cell long ago- food and water is dropped from a chute into a basin in the side of her cell. She had to eat and drink like an animal, bending her body forward.Dragging her ankle chain, connected to the center of her prison, she does her daily, slow lap around and around the cell. It was the only exercise she got, and the only way to fend off the decease of her body.
After a number of laps, finally squatted down against the back, stone, moist wall of the cell. Extending her legs, she stared down at her feet. She always has been proud of them, slender and elegant feet with long toes. Now, they have changed their aspect, her ankles swollen and covered with the scaring crusts. What a torture! She slowly raised her bare feet, higher and higher, until the sudden jerk of the chain restricted any further freedom. Tears started falling from her eyes. She furiously pulled on her wrists, before jerking them up against the chains repeatedly. She sobbed and cried in frustration, her struggle was in vain, there were no chance to get free. Still crying, she returned to her bed of straw in the corner of the cell. Her wrists and ankles are on fire now, hurting like hell. Blood is running down from crusts which have been broken. From now on she avoided any movement of her body. The cold was coming back slowly, also the numbness, beginning in her fingers and toes. Later her hands and feet would feel like being frozen. If she started to move them, the pain will come backYears and years from now, she would still be locked in this dungeon forever chained and shackled, never to see freedom.

Me and my mom were smoking some weed together. I was really stoned, and my mom had a blouse that showed cleavage. She rarely ever did that, so I started zoning out looking at her chest. I noticed that she is in fact a woman, and she has some nice tits! I looked back at her face, and she gave me a look like, what are you looking at? I was so embarrassed. I started apologizing to her. I told her I was stoned and was day dreaming, and I wasn’t used to seeing you show so much skin. She laughed, and started teasing me. She asked do you like looking at your moms titties? I told her that they were nice. Then she shocked me by saying, she’ll show me her tits, if I show her my dick… I agreed. My dad, and brother was home, so we went into the back shed together. First she went inside to check on my dad, and see what he was up to. He was laying down in the bedroom about to take a nap. We both went into the back house. She asked if I wanted her to go first? She lifted her shirt and bra at the same time, and her big tits fell out of her shirt. I stared for a minute, then asked if I could play with them a little. She said go for it. I groped her tits, and plucked her nipples for a couple minutes. I was so turned on! Then she said it’s my turn to pull my dick out. I pulled my pants down. My dick was fully erect from playing with her tits. She loved my dick. She immediately started stroking it. I leaned back and let her jerk me off. It seemed like she wanted me to cum. So then I unbuttoned her jeans and with her pants at her knees, I started rubbing and fingering her pussy. We were both really getting into it. Then I said, I want to fuck you so bad! She answered with, oh god yes! Stick your big dick in me! I bent her over the recliner that was there, and started rubbing my dick up and down her wet slit! She started to moan a little. Then I stuck it in her. I started fucking her from behind, and spreading her ass open, so I can see my dick go in and out of her, and get a good look at her asshole. She started saying fuck mammas pussy harder! And give your momma that big dick! She was making me want to cum so bad, so I stopped. She moved over to the window, and looked out, and said, I don’t want your dad or brother to walk in on us. Then she spread out a blanket, and laid on her back. She spread her legs and said, come finish fucking this pussy, as she had her pussy lips pulled apart. So I got in between her legs, and stuck my dick back in her. Her tits were bouncing up and down while I fucked her. We started kissing and really started to work my dick into her. She started to cum, but we kept kissing. I could feel her pussy pulsating on my cock, as soon as I satisfied her, I told her I was ready to cum, she told me to cum inside of her, so I unloaded in her pussy! We laid there shuddering with my dick still inside of her. When I pulled out, all my cum just shot out of her pussy, and down her ass crack! I got a rag, and wiped from her asshole to her clit to clean her up. She got up, and we got dressed. We both went inside she told me a few minutes later that her panties are full of my cum, and she loved it! It was so hot!

Bitch Boss Must Pay! (Story)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything”. She said through tears and sobs.

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

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

“Take it the fuck off”.

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

“Spread your legs”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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