It's been a few months since the first time I posted, but I finally have an update after what went down in my post here: https://motherless.com/V4F8FE98. Short recap, my twin brother hooked up with a girl on Bumble, but wasn't interested in dating her and met someone else. I thought she was cute, despite being annoying. He made plans with her to come over to his apartment under the pretense that he was in the mood for a blowjob, but I was there in his place, so she gave me a blowjob thinking I was him.

My brother is still with the woman he was seeing at the time, but they're only sort of unofficially dating. Idk. He still talks to Rachel, who still seems interested in him, but he's still not interested in her. He seems to enjoy talking to her via text, but in person she’s a chore. He flirts with her here and there, but mild stuff. Since the last blowjob she hasn't come over. Leading up to it she seemed reluctant to be his fuck buddy, so I was glad I got her to myself before she stopped wanting to come by. She also lives a ways away, so it's kind of a commitment for her to come all this way to pleasure a dude that won't date her.

Last week my brother asked if I wanted to have another go with her. This past weekend she was going to a wedding past his place and said she had plans to chill with some wedding friends about 20 minutes from where he lives on the way back from the wedding. She was originally going to uber over, in case she ended up drinking, and then would just need a ride back to her car after seeing him. He instead suggested she park at his place in his 2-car parking space and uber to her friend’s so her car wouldn't be left in some parking lot. He also threw in that he'd be busy when she first got there, but would be back by the time she ubered back to his place. She agreed.

This was actually pretty devious. The real reason he wanted her to park in his spot was so that after she left I could move his car (parked around the corner) behind hers, blocking her in. This meant she'd HAVE to see him to get him to move his car, so she wouldn't be able to get cold feet and go home without coming up to his apartment. She didn’t seem very confrontational, so as long as I was even a tiny bit pushy about coming upstairs it would work out.

So the time rolled around, and about 45 minutes after she was supposed to drop off her car at his place I drove by, and sure enough she was parked in the garage. My bro made plans to be out with his girl so I'd have the place to myself for the night, like the last time. I parked on the street, and moved his car behind hers in the lot.

She ended up coming back about three hours later. When I let her in she was really smiley and giggly, not drunk, but kinda buzzed. We talked for a minute or two, and she told me about the wedding and stuff. She was definitely a bit of a chore to talk to in person, which is why my brother didn’t want to see her, but still definitely tipsy enough that I didn’t have any concern she’d know I wasn’t my brother.

She got up and asked if she could make a drink, but I didn’t want to wait for her to make it and drink it and talk to her the whole time. I just wanted to get on with using her since I had been thinking about it for a few days. I worded it a bit differently when I told her I had been thinking about her all day, and was looking forward to having her to myself. She playfully tried to get away to go make a drink, so I sort of wrestled her into a bear hug to force her to kiss me. Normally that’s kinda fun, but given the circumstances it was pretty damn sexy considering I was wrestling a stranger into kissing me, and I wanted more.

We kept kissing and I walked her backward toward the bedroom. I had one hand rubbing her ass and pulling her waist against mine, and the other on the back of her head so she couldn’t break away from the kiss. I perched her on the edge of the bed, then kissed her neck and pushed her back so she was laying down. She rubbed her hand down between my legs with a big smile, so I took her hand and pinned it flat on the bed and started frenching her. She let me enjoy myself still not realizing she was being used by a stranger. I felt her playfully push back against me holding her down, which was really getting me going.

I took it up a notch, and said “Let me tie you up.” I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely or playfully reluctant, saying stuff like “Wow, taking advantage of a drunk girl?” I kept pushing it, and she agreed. I started climbing on top of her and working her clothes shirt up.

Bro told me where there were a couple belts in a drawer made of thicker cloth material. He had playfully flirted with her about tying her up over text a couple times, per my request, so he told me where to find the belts in case it went that way.

I’ve used handcuffs and belts for restraints before, but of course this was different because of the deception. Once her top and bra were off I scooted her up toward the headboard. I straddled her chest to pin her down as I tied up one hand to one corner, then the other to the opposite corner. As I finished, I stood up and just stared at her. She suddenly looked a bit sheepish as I checked her out. She did the thing where she pulled one side and then the other to prove she couldn’t get away.

I climbed on top of her and sucked on her tits, moving my hand up through her hair and pulled a bit as I did it. She went to say something, but I covered her mouth. I moved down past her belly button and started unbuttoning her pants. I kissed down her hips and pulled her pants off.

One thing I hadn’t asked my brother about was whether she wanted him to use a condom before. I knew where they were, but didn’t want to go for them if I didn’t have to. Plus, even if she asked him to use one before, I might be able to talk her out of it this time. Luckily she didn’t even mention it.

I got on top of her and pressed her down into the bed as I kissed her and felt her up. She was definitely into it. I kept going with the foreplay for a minute or two until I could feel her moving her hips up and down against me. I got up and started to undress, but I had to push it with something cocky I had been wanting to say. “God, you’re really sexy… You should be glad I don’t have a twin brother with a crush on you. If I did, and I owed him a favor, you would be in some serious trouble right now.” She rolled her eyes and told me not to be creepy.

I positioned myself, started kissing her again, and slid my way in.

I found out that my bro’s bed is really solid, so I really started digging in. I kissed her a lot, more than I normally would during sex. Something about the intimacy of kissing during the sex made it even hotter since she had to kiss me back. She had to participate, more so than the sex because she was tied up and didn’t actively have to do much. I stuffed my tongue in her mouth, sucked her lips. I pulled her hair and sucked her chest. I firmly held onto her hips to hold her in place as I pumped and pumped.

I thought about fingering her or eating her out, but I had her in a very compromising position, and wasn’t looking to impress her or even make it pleasant for her, so I didn’t bother.

It was really hard not to cum right away. I had to focus really hard. She was giving it all up because she wanted to impress someone ELSE, which meant that everything I was taking and taking was all for nothing, but she didn’t know it, so I kept taking. I couldn’t help thinking “She doesn’t know… She doesn’t know… She doesn’t know...” over and over each time I stuffed my dick in and raked it back out. I didn’t go very fast. I wanted to feel each in and each out.

I wanted to keep going forever. She was fooled into letting me have her as long as I wanted, and there’s no way she was going to tell me she wanted to stop even if she did.

Finally I got to a point where I couldn’t keep holding it back. The sides of her forehead had little dots of sweat, and I was pretty sure I left a hickey on one of her tits. I told her I wanted her to make me cum.

Until then I had felt her legs loosely wrapped around my hips, and her feet occasionally bouncing up and down, but then she changed her positioning a bit. She kind of planted her feet and arched up her hips so she was more firmly planted. She wanted to give me that extra leverage to really get in there.

I held the back of her head with one hand and started frenching her. With the other hand I went from squeezing her thigh to running up and rubbing her chest, back down to her thigh again. I was fucking her as hard as I could, moving the bed a bit. I could feel the cum getting there until I couldn’t keep it back any longer.

I stuffed it as deep as I could go. It was like when she sucked my dick and I specifically remember the jizz starting to shoot inside of her. It’s such a satisfying feeling, knowing she was giving it up to an impostor. Our tongues rubbed against one another as I convulsed, rope after rope, groaning and pumping as much as I wanted.

So all this nonstop media coverage of all these people coming forward about sexual harassment, etc, along with being the Christmas season, reminded me of when I was "sexually harassed" by my first boss at my first job out of college. I apologize in advance since this will probably be a long story, but I like to always be as complete as possible when I tell about something that happened to me. Feel free to bug out now if you don't want to read it.

At the time, I was a cocky, full of myself, 22 year old guy and a recent graduate. I landed a good entry level analyst job making what seemed like insane money to me at the time (kind of ironic 20 years later that I thought it was a lot of money). My boss was a married female, in her late 30's, & a mother of two. She seemed so mature and experienced in work and life. I wouldn't say she was hot, but she was attractive and always dressed impeccably.

As I got to know her, I learned that she married her college boyfriend within 3 months of graduating and had her 2 kids by the time she was 25. The "harassment" started with her always telling me that I should make sure not to make the same mistake she did and to live my life a little before settling down. That a person's 20's are meant to be spent fucking as many people as possible and partying like crazy, not raising a family. When my college girlfriend and I broke up about 6 months after I started working there, my boss looked overjoyed and told me "now that you wised up, it's time you started living life. you should go out this weekend and fuck some random girl." Being that I was a very flirtatious, social, and a pretty good looking guy, I actually ended up doing just that. Monday morning she called me into her office and asked how my weekend was. I gave a standard mundane, "it was fine" answer and she said, "bullshit, let me hear it. did you get laid or not?". When I probably turned bright red and was being coy, she said, "ha, I knew it. a good looking young stud like yourself would have no problems getting laid. now tell me all about it",

This sort of minor banter would continue for a while, her always asking me about my conquests and making sure I wasn't falling into the same settling down trap she did. Then she stepped it up a bit and with some of my stories of my exploits with girls she told me she wished she had known me when she was young and how she would have been all over me, but now she's just a "old lady" that nobody finds attractive anymore. "Day Old Bread" is what she would always refer to herself as. I'm sure she was fishing for me to say I thought she was attractive or whatever. She told me how she basically had no sex life anymore. That 99% of the sex in her life consisted of a warm bubble bath, soft music, burning candles, and masturbating to the thoughts of the young guys that she wished she had fucked. She told me that she went to college a virgin, met her now husband at a party the first weekend, and had stayed 100% faithful their entire time together. Yup, she had only been with one guy her entire life. Even with suspecting her husband had strayed plenty, she still never did. "More regrets in life" she would tell me. For my birthday she gave me a present. She said open it when I get home. So I waited and that evening I opened it up. It was a DVD copy of The Graduate and with it a card that she signed "Laura. aka "Mrs. Robinson"" with a smiley face and a heart next to it.

Time continued to go by with much of the same types of conversations, but nothing more. I had been at the job for about a year and a half and for my continuing career growth had decided it was time to move on from the entry level position. I accepted a new job at a different company and gave my notice the first week of December. I was starting the new job the day after New Years and agreed to stay on at my old job for 3 weeks leading up to the vacation I had already planned for Christmas week. Laura said she was disappointed to see me go, but knew I had outgrown the entry level role and she had no opportunity to offer me a higher level job. And even though it was technically going to be held after my last official day, she said I better still get my "cute little ass" to the company Christmas party. I told her I would absolutely be there.

I went to the party which was being held at a hotel ballroom near our office. Was a pretty sweet affair with great food and open bar and a well known band from the local bar scene. The owner of our company definitely didn't seem to skimp on this annual party. Everyone was invited to bring their significant others, though I went solo since I wasn't dating anyone seriously. I finally after a year and a half met my boss's husband and all I could think was what a douchebag he seemed like. Just gave off a slimy, sales guy vibe. I overheard his conversation with one of the other younger analyst girls on my team, Sarah, and he was blatantly hitting on her with his wife within earshot. I totally now understood why Laura assumed he had been cheating on her for years since it seemed obvious to me that he would have no issues doing so and seemingly not caring if she knew. Laura was feeling good with some cocktails in her by the time we got to talking. I will admit, done up in a formal dress, full make-up and hair, she actually looked really good and the dress was very flattering to her figure versus the normal business suits she would wear in the office. She made a point of repeatedly saying she was surprised I didn't bring a date, but glad I didn't so my attention wasn't occupied with someone else being this could be one of the last times we saw each other. Then she started joking and saying was I going to "make a run at a going away fuck with Sarah" now that you didn't work together anymore. Her and I talked about Sarah a few times over the previous year and I said I lived by the "don't shit where you eat" mantra. I laughed and said, "No, I don't think so. Looks like she is occupied." nodding in the direction of her own husband still flirting with the much younger girl. She let out a sigh and mumbled under her breath, "what an asshole."

The night went on and plenty more drinks flowed. I went over to Laura to tell her I was getting ready to head out as I had an early morning the next day. She right away blurted out, "oh I forgot, I have a going away present for you out in my car. Come with me.". We went out to the parking lot and walked to her car. As she walked up to the back door of the car with me following behind her admiring her MILF ass, she quickly spun around and just grabbed my cock with one hand and pulled my head into her with the other and planted a huge kiss on me. I just went with it and started kissing her back. She stopped and said that she had wanted to do that for a year and a half and judging from the growing bulge in my pants I didn't mind it. It was a dark parking lot, but clearly if someone walked near us we would have been in plain view, but Laura clearly didn't care...thank you alcohol! I said what else had she wanted to do, and she just gave a look of pure lust and dropped to her knees without saying a word, unbuckled my belt and pants, which fell to the ground. She pulled my boxers down, unleashing my now fully hard cock and began to perform an expert level blow job on me. For having only been with one guy her whole life, she could suck a cock like a pro! After about 2 minutes of getting head from her, I pulled her up, kissed her and spun her around so her hands were planted on the door frame of her car at the roof and her body slightly bent at the waist with her ass pushed out towards me. I lift her dress up around her waist, dropped to a squatting position and proceeded to eat her pussy and asshole with a wild abandon. She was so wet and tasted amazing. To this day I still remember vividly the taste and no girl since has tasted as sweet. She started moaning and moving her hips like crazy as I was grinding my face into her ass and when she said "holy fuck, that feels amazing" I took it as my queue to rise up and slide my cock into her pussy. I slipped right in and began pounding her hard as I could with her bucking back against me in unison. I could already feel my load building up and I knew I wouldn't last long. She started moaning that she was cumming and that is all it took as I unleashed rope after rope of my hot sticky cum deep inside her pussy. Her legs sort of buckled and I caught her with my arm and held her from behind close to my body. We stayed like that for a short minute to catch our breaths. Then I let go and reach down to pull her dress back down and my boxers and pants back up. She turned and kissed me again and then kind of adjusted her dress back into the proper placement. She just looked at me and said "Thanks for everything you did for me the last year and a half and in particular the last 10 minutes...you've changed my life." All I could muster to say was "No problem. It was my pleasure." And she walked back towards the party and me to my car.

We stayed in casual contact over email and in recent years over social media and I have used her multiple times for glowing references with each new job I have taken over the years. Whether sadly or not, I saw that her husband passed away a while back and she did remarry. For her sake I hope she finally lived a little in between those events. We ran into each other a few times over the years as well but no reliving of that night or anything. It was a total one shot deal never to be spoken about again between us.

So that was my workplace "sexual harassment" story. I never complained to HR or anything else, well because, I am not a pussy, candyassed, snowflake like most people are today. But I guess I can join all the people out there that starve and crave for attention and say.....

#metoo

Once upon a time, I was just a wanna-be slut until I took that first step into sluthood by meeting up with B. in a vacant lot at 2am so he could gag me on his cock with his goal of making me piss myself, and the bonus that he gets his cock sucked.

That was at least two years ago now. We've said hi on occasion since but never managed to actually meet up again for this reason or that.

That changed tonight.

Last week, I emailed him to let him know that I still tell the tale of meeting him when asked about my kinkier experiences. Being the kind of cocky bastard that I seem to be attracted to, he was pleased and said we ought to do it again.

So tonight he asked if I was free and, after some nervous hemming and hawing, I agreed to meet him. He told me to make sure I had clothes with easy access and a full bladder. The clothes I could do, not so much on the bladder.

I put on a skirt (no panties, of course) and a peasant blouse and waited by the side of the road for him to pick me up. He asked me where to as I nervously climbed into his truck and I told him that I didn't have any plans so it was up to him.

He said something about finding somewhere to park then told me to talk about something while he drives around looks for a place. I, being the nervous wreck I often am on these kinds of meetings, couldn't think of anything so he threw out a bunch of topics: The weather, political stance, whether I was wearing panties, if I was wet... I told him the weather was lovely, prefer not to discuss politics, that I never wear underwear, and that I might be just a bit.

After some more silence aside from my anxiety-ridden giggles, he suggested that I could at least entertain him but pulling my tits out. As soon as I did, he reached over his free hand and began tweaking my nipples. Hard. Really fucking hard. He asked if I liked that and I told him between squeals that it was a hard question to answer. He replied that it might be wise to find a way to answer it. I answered that it was painful and I have a love-hate thing with pain. That seemed to be enough of an answer, though he didn't stop pinching.

We drove around a few streets looking and ended up going back behind a shopping center into the loading bay of a supermarket. Once parked, he laid my seat back before working his fingers between my thighs to see if I was wet. Of course I was so he began driving two fingers deep into my cunt, then shoved one hard and fast into my ass, causing me to scream.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes!"

"Hurt good, or hurt bad?"

"(whimper) I don't know."

"Well, you'd better decide."

I finally decided it was bad and he removed his finger when I told him so then moved to stand basically behind and to the side of my seat so that, with the seat reclined, his cock was at eye level. He said that he was going to let me choose whether he was going to cum in my mouth or my ass but that I'd better suck his cock while I decided.

I don't like to make decisions. Especially when it comes to how I'm to be used. I don't really feel it is my place and I don't have much of an opinion. For me, it is all about what he wants... but B. knew this and what he wanted was to fuck with my head.

He fucked my mouth, holding the back of my head so that he could get as deep down my throat as was physically possible. I gagged several times, as I am prone to do. For a girl who is orally fixated, I have a really strong reflex. Thing is, I don't mind. I really enjoy being gagged. Something about the idea of being so helpless that even my own body is against me really makes me wet.

He would let me up occasionally to ask if I had decided and I would try to explain that I didn't want to choose to which he would shove my head back down. I finally told him I wanted to swallow his cum so he grabbed a fistful of hair and began fucking my face good and hard. However, I think I was gagging too much for his taste because he ordered me out of the truck. At first he put me on my knees to suck his cock a bit more but it wasn't long until he had me bent over against the back of the truck.

Moving up close behind me, he lifted my skirt and I felt his cock slide into my pussy. It took everything I had not to moan loudly as he began slamming into it, fucking me for a few minutes to get his cock good and slippery before he moved on to what he really wanted. Pressing against my asshole for a few seconds, he was balls deep in an instant and fucking my ass good and hard for only a few more minutes before he filled it with his cum.

He had me home in just a few more. Just a quick use and abuse session. And it was just what I needed.

However, it wasn't quite the end.

When I got home, I got myself cleaned up and ready for bed. My husband was still awake but getting ready for bed himself. Now, he doesn't really want to know about my playtime so all he knew was that I had gone out for a bit. I'm sure he had his suspicions about what happened but he's not going to ask about it. I, on the other hand, knew exactly what had happened and I could not pass up the chance to be the slut with two loads of cum in her ass at the same time.

Once we were both in bed, I made sure to rub up against him in all the ways he knows means I want to get fucked. It had been several days so I figured there was a fair chance he wouldn't mind getting some.

I got on my hands and knees to give him the view I know he most enjoys and he began to rub my ass and finger my cunt. He continued for a while, even making his way to four fingers in my pussy before deciding that he needed to fuck it. His cock sliding deep where another man's had just been was enough to make me cum several times before begging him to fuck my ass. As he did, I pleaded with him to fuck it harder and harder, "Fuck me hard and cum in my ass!"

And he did.

/r/ing video of two teens, a cute black haired girl and a young looking guy lying on a bed. About halfway into it she moves the camera to the side and gives the guy a blow job and he does all sorts of shit like gives thumbs up to the camera and be a cocky asshole.

Hot though. Help me out. Was on the being watched vids earlier.

I'm Irish, living in London. I've 40 and married, but over the years I had 1 "really black" girl from bahamas, 3 "uk black" girls(very different from "U.S. black" or "caribbean black",uk black girls have much prettier features, nice lighter shade. btw the half or quarter mixed race young girls over here are amazing,like gorgeous little princesses!
anyway, and i've had 2 anglo/indians. i state all this to prove i'm not a racist, before I ask you all this question. whats the fucking story with african women, the ACTUAL black native women. i'm around thousands of them in uk, for years now, from nigeria and ghana in particular, and they all seem to be stuck up, arrogant, ugly cunts.
I cant stand them and considering my love for chocolate skin that says something.
Their men hate them too, soon as the first child drops the ass starts expanding, so the men spend EVERY, SINGLE, waking, second, away from the wives trying to fuck, or arrange to fuck, silly rebellious white english girls!!
anyway thats it, much as i love white cum splashed all across black skin, these bitches do nothing for me!! i arrange a works trip every year to amsterdam for about 6 of us. we've been the last 8 years! amazing city!!

about 10% of the hookers in the windows are black, from african black right across to lovely dutch black, i make it my business to get thru at least 4 black girls every year, so i spend some time wandering round and checking them out before i arrange anything with them.chatting to them first and returning later means you find out which ones are up for anything and a bit dirty!!
I went with an African one few trips back, just so i could treat her roughly, paid her extra extra for anal so i could fuck her ass hard for all her arrogant sisters. i slapped her round quite a bit, her big ass, her tits, her pussy and the couple of times i slapped her face she was shocked, but didnt say anything, she just took it, the proud stubborn bitch. i pulled her hair and twisted her nipples, and called her all sorts of shit, i really took out my anger at all those nasty nigerian bitches on this one whore. like i said, all strange stuff, fucking love the black girls, but absolutely fucking hate those cocky cunts!!

This girl frustrates me to fuck and i just want to fuck her so hard that she is screaming for mercy!. She is such a bitch, thinks she is the hottest girl around (even though she is hot) so cocky and has the face i just want to punch. I just want to fuck her and make her moan so bad, shes such a bitch and would love to see her moaning like the whore she is whilst im pounding her cunt from behind!

This dancer girl turns me on too much. I would love to masturbate with her huge tits, and then fuck her throat deeply, see her beautiful eyes when I ejaculate all my semen on her cocky girl face and hear her say: I LOVE THAT YOU ARE MY STEPFATHER, I AM EXCITED TO MASTURBATE YOU WITH MY TITS AND MY MOUTH, DON'T GO TO TELL MY MOTHER ANYTHING, I LOVE TO BE YOUR SLUT

How would you fuck this cocky college girl?

I would like to have this bitch on her knees, for her to open the zipper of my pants and see her face in surprise when she sees my big hard cock, to hear her say that my cock is long and thick and that makes her horny, to put her to caress my cock with his tongue and his lips and see how my cock is very muddy with his drool, then bury my big cock inside his mouth and fuck his throat furiously and mercilessly, in the end I would love to see her choke on my huge cock sliding down her throat until I ejaculate a lot of semen inside her throat and watch her choke on swallowing all my thick and hot sperm, take my cock out of her mouth full of my semen and her drool and rub her all over her cocky girl face and listen to her say "THANKS DADDY, I LOVE TO BE YOUR SLUT"

What would you do to hot Matea? She is cocky girl a little bit

when I was 10 to 14 I was very effeminate. I had thin features and long hair. My parents thought I was gay, because they caught me dressing in my older sisters old clothes. I'm not gay, not even a little. I just knew I passed for a tom-boy when I dressed like a girl. If anyone took a real close look they would see through it but i was young and cocky. I was going down to the YMCA and walking around the women's locker room. I would just walk through checking out the women and girls. I made a few attempts at recording it but never got anything good.
It was great until my aunt came to visit and saw me. My parents were furious. My mom screamed at me about violating all the women. I was grounded for six months. My dad beat the snot out of me, not because of what I had been doing but because I made him think I was gay. He personally shaved my head and donated all my sisters clothes.
And before anyone asks, I don't have the videos. They went through everything I owned and deleted all my porn and stuff.