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.

There was a video under most favorited a few days ago, although my browser messed up and couldn't save it at that time.

It was a MFC model video I believe, she was doing a POV blowjob video with a dildo.

I remember the video was extremely sexy primarily due to the POV perspective.

It was really recent. *If memory serves me well, I believe she had a monroe piercing*

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

i confess that i find tattoos and nipple piercings extremely ugly on women. why they wanted to ruin the work of art that was their body is incomprehensible to me.

Erotic Fiction... FFM
Written by PlayNbluezz

Sandra, Logan, Don

A Night To Remember..

Hot breath hit my ear over the throb of the pulsing music, piercing through my pot induced fuzziness. I felt long hair sway against my arm and a hand gently pull me closer. "We're so fucking high," whispered her voice, "We just want someone to come away from here and give it to us."

I gulped, swaying in surprise, and took a closer look at the girl propositioning me. She was alluringly sexy and instantly filled me with lust. I could see another girl a few feet away smiling suggestively at me. I brushed back her dark brown hair and put my mouth next to her ear which was studded with a blue stone. "I would love to. Let's go."

She turned, her pleated skirt twirling, and led me through the pulsing crowds of dancers moving together in a blur. She was slender, fresh and sleek. Her girlfriend seemed about the same age with medium length dark hair and tight red lips.

"He said yes?" She asked, and the girl replied with a nod.

"Come with us!" She yelled over the heavy bass, her hand urging me forward.

We left the open air party and walked through the trees in the moonlit night, all breathing heavily and wearing excited smiles.

"What's your name?" The one girl asked.

"Don." I replied.

"I'm Logan and she's Sandra, my best friend."

"I'm so fuckin' horny Logan." Sandra said taking my hand and giving a little skip. "And you are so fucking sexy!" She grinned at me. Logan laughed and put her arm around us both, leading us deeper.

"Should we stop here?" Logan asked pausing. "The ground looks soft." She bent down in her orange overalls and sneakers and ran her hand over the ground. "Mmm, it's all mossy." I noticed she had a slight english accent.

"Where are you both from?" I asked.

"Canada," said Sandra, "and she's from Manchester." She rubbed her hand through Logan's hair and licked her full lips at me. She had an elegant face and an innocent, yet slutty look in her eyes. Her breasts appeared quite small through her loose red top, in comparison with Logan's whose swelled out the sides of her overalls.

I felt Sandra's hand rub me through my pants, feeling the contours of my semi-hard cock. "Oh yeah." She gasped looking into my eyes. I could hear the beat of the Rave far off in the distance, glowing like a bushfire. Ming snuck in beside us and pushed our two bodies together until we began to kiss.

I felt Sandra's hot tongue push into my mouth bringing with it a spurt of saliva while her hand squeezed my bum. "Fuck that looks hot." Said Logan holding my other cheek. "You two french kissing like that is making me wet. Let me come in." She pushed our heads aside and began licking at our interlocked mouths until we opened up and let her squirm in. All three of us explored each others tongues, occasionally sucking on an earlobe or licking a cheek, our lusty moans intensifying.

I explored the soft asses of the girls, squeezing them and holding the cracks between them, enjoying their different shapes. I couldn't believe how I'd ended up with two girls who were so undeniably sexy. I made a mental note to memorize every detail for future masturbation material.

"Logan," Sandra said. "Will you pull the beads out of my ass soon. I need that so badly."

"Soon sweet Sandra. First I want to suck on Don's cock. Look at it. It's fucking hard as rock!" She rubbed the bulge in my pants firmly, giving me another quick lick across the mouth. "Isn't that fucking gorgeous."

"Mmm." Sandra replied taking her turn, then opening the fly on my pants and reaching inside. I felt her cool fingers slide around the shaft before she pulled it out into the cool air. Logan groaned and dropped to her knees taking the swollen head into her wet mouth and gripping the shaft. I opened two buttons of Sandra's shirt and put my hand inside to rub her swollen nipples. She shuddered, sucking in air. I wondered about the 'beads' she was talking about. Why did she have beads in her ass. Logan's tongue licked gently at the eye of my cock before she sucked it into her mouth and bumped it against her tonsils.

"That's so nice." Sandra said kissing me again. "I'm absolutely soaked. Feel me." She lifted her pleated skirt so I could just make out the outline of her panties in the moonlight. I touched her mound then cupped her pussy feeling the squishy wetness inside and the slick patch of cotton.

"You are so wet," I groaned. "I really want to taste you."

"Mmm. Please, I want you to. I want you to stick your tongue in me. Would you put it in my pussy and in my ass?" She asked mischievously. I gulped, nodding, and pulled aside her panties to finger her hairless slit.

Logan slid my cock out of her mouth. "Lie down here Don. The ground is soft like a mattress, and pretty dry."

"Not for long." Sandra laughed. "I think I need to pee."

"Just hold on for a bit." Logan said as I lay down upon my back. I was starting to feel very excited. "Do you like girl pee?" Logan asked me with a pout.

"Hey?" I answered with a smile, resting on my elbows and watching as Sandra lifted off her top and threw it aside. Her breasts were pale and pinched with little brown nipples. "Do I like girl pee?" I understood the question, but wondered what she meant.

She knelt down beside me taking hold of my cock again and warming my neck with her breath. "We both like to pee over each other when we fuck. We like to slurp up each other's pee and drink it down." She said with a nasty look in her eye.

"Whoa. I've never done anything like that before." I said honesty, but my cock felt like a slab of concrete at the thought of watching these two empty their bladders all over me.

"That's okay Don. We understand." Sandra said dropping her skirt and peeling down her panties.

"No, I would love it. The idea of it is delicious. I want you to do it."

Standing naked Sandra giggled. "I know Don, I'm just kidding. I could tell just from the look you gave me on the dance floor."

Logan stood up and unfastened her overalls, her eyes fixed on my cock, as Sandra stood over me and lowered her bald pussy towards my face. I licked my lips in anticipation and then it landed on me, sopping wet and sloppy with juices. The aroma and the flavor of her pussy was like champagne and strawberries. I could feel the recently shaved stubble on her mound but around her lips felt soft and smooth. She was sitting on my face firmly and I wondered if she was going to let me breathe, then she lifted up. "Look, look," she said pointing at Logan as her overalls dropped to the ground and her white shirt lifted over her head. "She is just pure sex."

Her breasts were full and voluptuous, bouncing slightly as she slid her g-string off and tossed it onto my chest, then stood over me, opening herself invitingly. "You like this?" She asked, then turned her back and leaned forward pulling apart her cheeks. I couldn't see much but the erotic poses she formed were enough.

"Sit here." I said gesturing her forwards before Sandra smothered me with wet folds again. I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside her tasting an stronger tang and licking the interior walls. I felt her shift forward, sliding her rose bud over my mouth so I licked and probed at it, feeling a strange piece of string hanging out of her. I wondered if it had anything to do with the beads.

Then I felt Logan's hand holding my cock and the head was brushed against slippery lips. She rubbed it back and forth then slowly slid it right up into her. I groaned into Sandra's ass making her lift up again. "Are you okay under there?" She asked as Logan slid up and down, her pussy squelching around the base of my cock. "Pee on him Sandra." Logan suggested

"Yes." Whispered Sandra adjusting herself above me. I looked into her darkened pussy, waiting for the stream, feeling the Ecstasy rushing through my veins and the hot warmth of Logan's body firmly embedded on my cock. Then it came, hot, steaming girl pee, straight from Sandra's beautiful bald pussy into my mouth. It poured out the sides before I accepted the watery, yet slightly astringent flavor, opening my throat and gulping down her warm pee. It tasted wonderful, a delicious sexual elixir from a lascivious young lady.

It made a hissing sound as it poured from her, covering my face and soaking my shirt. I lifted my mouth up to enclose her, sucking on her as she pissed, licking at her armhole, feeling it clenching on my tongue. Logan was moaning and moving up and down on me more rapidly. "Fuck, that feels So good." Sandra groaned as her pee subsided and finally stopped. I sucked hard hoping for a few extra drops and pulling her labia into my mouth, then stretching it out and releasing it. "Oh, oh fuck!" She groaned. "I want to fuck that cock Logan. Let me on there."

I felt her slide off me, leaving me slimy with her lubricant before Sandra sat down, pushing my cock up inside her then bouncing up and down on it. I couldn't believe it, but somehow the Ecstasy was helping me control my urge to come. Usually I would be fighting off the orgasm, but even in these extremely erotic conditions, it was under my complete control.

Logan stood over me pushing her pelvis forward for Sandra to lick at her pussy so I started touching her bare bottom, squeezing and running a wet finger up and down her crack. I pushed it into her hot pussy and felt the probe of Sandra's tongue, then I moved it higher to circle Logan's little rose bud. I sucked my finger again and then pushed the tip inside, feeling her anal muscles contract.

"Oh Sandra, oh baby, he's put his finger in my ass. Oh fuck that's nice Don. Give me more, go deeper. Stroke my belly from the inside," Logan groaned, gasping and releasing small mews like a cat being pampered. I slowly fed my finger all the way inside her, feeling her silky anal walls squeezing and milking me.

"Logan, piss in my mouth. I need more of you. I want to drink you and taste all of you. Piss on us both, come on Don," Sandra said pausing between licks and pulling me into a sitting position, leaving me buried inside her to the hilt, face to face while Logan stood between us, slightly squatting and gyrating her hips.

"Here it comes. OH..." Logan squealed a little as the first spurt of piss shot out, splashing both of us.

"More, more," I said. "Piss on us Logan, Let it out." I rubbed her thighs to encourage her and she let it go. Sandra and I fought for position beneath her squirting pussy, both trying to drink as much of her as we could and rubbing our tongues together in the process. Pee was in my eyes and up my nose but I kept slurping at it like a bubble fountain, taking a big gulp and letting more course down my face. I grabbed her ass cheeks, pulled them apart and shoved my tongue as far into her rose bud as I could as more pee rained down on us.

"Sandra, where's your red vibrator?" Logan groaned.

"In my bag, just there." She said riding up and down and pointing to the shadows of garments, licking piss off her lips. "Can you take my beads out soon. I want to come while you do it. I want to dribble it onto Don's face while you suck on my rosebud Logan."

"Oh yes." I said licking the pee from Sandra's face. "I want to fuck both your asses." I was becoming a sexual deviant all in one night. Logan held the transparent red vibrator up between us and switched it on. It let out a low hum.

"Maybe I'll put it in your asshole Don." Logan said fondling Sandra's' hard nipples and running her hand down her back. I felt her fingertips graze my balls and rub juices around Sandra's' full pussy. She smeared them all over my balls and I felt her run some down my crack onto my asshole. "You like that Don?"

"Yeah." I said giving into the sensations.

"Come on Sandra, get your ass up so I can pull those fucking beads out. They've been up there for hours." Logan slapped Sandra hard on the bottom.

"Ow! That hurts you bitch." Sandra said making Logan chuckle.

"I love it when you call me a bitch, slut." She said laughing harder and slapping her again. Sandra slid off my cock and turned on top of me into a sixty-nine position, only slightly forward. Logan came beside her and held the vibrator onto her pussy. "Don, would you do the honours." She said pointing at the string in Sandra's ass. I felt Sandra close her lips around my cock and suckle me gently, her finger creeping into my asshole.

I rubbed her bottom and circled her rosebud with my finger, then held the string and slowly pulled it forwards. Sandra immediately started groaning deeply, her body shuddering. I met some resistance, pulled a little harder and watched her rosebud open gradually as a small bead slid out on the string. Sandra squealed a little and drove her finger further into my ass. I felt a strange pressure there I had never felt before. It sent spasms into my cock.

"Oh god, Don, there's so much leaking out of your cock. It tastes sweet and nasty..." She trailed off into a groan as another bead popped out and this time her bud pouted slightly. The buzzing of the vibrator intensified and so did Sandra's moans.

"Pull Don!" Said Logan. "She's going off!" I pulled another bead out of her as her body quaked and juices squirted from her pussy onto my face. It was a thicker, more viscous liquid with a richer tang than her pee. I lapped it up, pulling the last bead out, and sticking my tongue into her bud. She continued to shake as Logan gently pushed my head aside and sucked on her bud as well, enjoying the last moments of Sandra's' orgasm.

"Yes suck my ass you filthy little slut," said Sandra pulling her finger out of mine. "Sit on this cock and you fuck her hard Don." She lifted her leg and shifted off me as I sat up and helped Logan into a doggy position in front of us. I ducked down and licked at her, finding she was still very wet. I licked at her rosebud a little causing her to arch her back and open it up for me.

"Come on Don. I need to be fucked. Stick it in my asshole, or my cunt. Anywhere. Just fuck me. You get under me and suck my clit while he does it." I took hold of her hips and rubbed my cock up and down her slit, then pushed it in. Sandra slid underneath her and Logan dipped her head between Sandra's spread legs. With my thumb I tested her rosebud and found her to be very relaxed. I pushed the other thumb in and pulled apart the muscle. I was surprised how wide it opened up.

"Yes, that's it. Open me wide and fuck my ass. Shove that fucking dildo in me Sandra. Get it on full." Logan said with her cockney accent. I trembled with lust and fed my cock deeply into her ass until it was completely engulfed and then, ignoring Sandra feeding on her clitoris, I started pounding into her with all my strength. Little fart sounds were squeezed out but I just pounded harder slapping her on the cheeks a few times for good measure.

"Come on bitch!" I yelled thrusting for all I was worth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Logan hissed, grunting and whimpering. "Oh fuck, I'm almost there. Suck harder Sandra!" I slapped her again and again, feeling the sperm threatening to explode from my balls but fighting back the urge. "Oh, oh, oh! Yes, that's it!" Logan gurgled, her body going into fits of shudders and her bud clenching around my cock.

As she settled down I removed my twitching cock from her dark passage with a sucking sound and rubbed it a few times. I felt Sandra's' head under me, curling her tongue around my balls. Logan turned around and knelt beside Sandra, then went down to my cock. She sucked it into her mouth and pumped the shaft. I groaned, leaning back to allow her greater access and running my fingers through her black hair. Sandra slid slowly out and kissed me tenderly, letting me taste all the juices spread over her face, her hot breath warming my neck as Logan sucked me.

"Stick it in my ass." She whispered, kissing down my neck and slowly turning around. Logan sat up and moved beside me, still stroking my cock as Sandra moved into position.

"Let me get her ready." Logan said touching Sandra's' bud and pushing her finger in. "Oh, she's so hot in there. You're going to love it. Oh." I watched her finger sink in up to the knuckle. I bent forward and licked around it, feeling the crinkly rim of her rosebud on the tip of my tongue. Logan withdrew, then pushed another finger in before twisting them inside her. Sandra whimpered and lifted her ass higher.

"Okay, let me in." I said brushing Logan aside and rubbing my cock against Sandra's' pussy.

"I'm going to piss on you two again." Logan announced as I slid my cock into Sandra's' ass. She stood over us, facing me and releasing another stream of piss all over us. I licked at her pee-hole while pounding Sandra's' tender bud.

"Ow, oh, that's hurting. Don, ouch!"

"Don't stop." Logan said as I hesitated. "She loves it. Ahh." She aimed her spray onto my chest, bending her knees slightly. "I'm going to finger your asshole Don. Are you ready for that?" She asked as her pee subsided.

"Yes." I groaned already feeling my orgasm bubbling to the surface. Logan crawled around me and began licking at my asshole with her warm tongue. I paused to let her, then pumped slowly in and out of Sandra. I felt a finger push gently into me, sliding deeply until it brushed the sensitive part inside me. My orgasm seemed to drop down and build to a greater force as she stroked it, and then I exploded.

It was as if the dam walls burst and spurt after mighty spurt of semen spewed out of my cock into Sandra's asshole, squirting out the sides and dribbling down my legs as Logans finger twisted and rubbed deep inside my asshole. "Fuck yeah." Sandra said, pushing hard against me.

The orgasm seemed to go on for at least a minute until the spasms stopped. I stayed deep in Sandra's' anal passage for a few more delicious moments and then carefully slid out. Logan slipped her finger from my ass and came around to lick at the come dripping from Sandra's swollen rosebud.

Together we cleaned her out and then shared the come between the two of us before Sandra came around for a three-way rainbow kiss. We licked and dribbled into each other's mouths for a while and then sat back, all wet and sweaty.

"That was fucking great." Sandra said standing slowly up. "That was the best fuck I've had in my life."

"Yeah. Don, you are wonderful with us. We should all swap numbers and do this shit again." Logan said gathering up her clothes. She held up two pairs of dirty panties. "Would you like to hang onto these until you see us again Don?" She asked with a sly smile.

"Mmm. I want to sniff them while I jerk off to the memory of you both." I replied, again noticing the throb of the dance music. "Hey, let's head back to the party."

PlayNbluezz

MY SECRET JOURNAL AS A SLUT

IThe follow is an excerpt from one night in November lst year.I posted something in CL in an area close to the glory hole bookstore so i could met up with any CL guys as well anyone that showed up a the gh. I wrote it as each encounter happened using my phone. there are typos, grammar issues etc because i was writing as it happened and my mind was focused on other things at the moment and didn't bother editing it later.

NOVEMBER 18th

Load 1:
J from the boat docks-gave him my # after he fucked me at a gh to call wheneve he needed me. sent him a text that i was available for use so we met up at some unlit dead end street with a small park-he hiked up my dress and my tits spilling out of my bra he fucked me over a jungle gym-felt so good to feel the presence of hot cum inside me again-it's been nearly 2 weeks since I last made myself available to be by used by anyone in the general public who was interested in fucking me like the filthy public cum dumpster whore i am

LOAD 2:
At the gh, but I grew desperate and decided to go against my better judgment and drive about 15 minutes south of the bookstore to meet some guy in his garage… I showed up and after a few minutes was worried it was going to be a bust but after I got him excited and hard he alerted me he was about to come turned me around and punched his dick into my body and I felt his hot load shooting in the me… There's nothing like that second load entering me and adding to the already volume of cum already inside me from the first guy… It's a sensation few women experience given how disgusting most women would consider The notion of multiple men… Strangers no less…shooting there hot loads of cum into them. I on the another hand am the total opposite I don't think it's possible for me to have too many men come inside me in one night if I could have one wish I would love it if I could have 100 strangers come inside me in one night

LOAD 3:
this was the best one of the night an email responder from my craigslist posting at four in the morning… Some guy is like, let's get together I want to fill u cunt with come… I replied to that email telling him I would love nothing more than to feel his hot cum being pumped inside of me. He told me I had to come pick him up because he didn't have a car and that we would have to go somewhere outside because he didn't have anywhere to fuck me. I drove to his house in the old part of downtown . not a very good neighborhood picked him up… He was a person of color in his 20s we drove a couple blocks down and found an alley. I parked he pulled his cock out I started sucking it and then told him I wanted him to fuck me over over the hood of my car. We proceeded to get out and I pulled my dress up I pulled my tits out from my bra and grab his cock and pleased it against my body and pressed until the tip of his cock pierced me… I felt his large black cock slide deep into me pushing the come already inside me further into into my body. He told me he hadn't come in sometime and that he had a huge load for me he slammed his dick in me several times…..the pace quickens and I knew he was about to abrupt and I could feel the hotblast of seamen shooting to me… He came an amazing amount totally filled me up and it feels unbelievable I'm still tingling over it I have three loads of cum inside me… And I can't tell you the indescribable desire I have to have so many more pumped inside of me its still dark but early in the morning and I'm going to do the best I can to stock as many people as I can in the shortest amount of time possible before have to go back home I would love it if I could get another 7 to 10 loads inside me that would be a victory!!

LOAD 4: (R):
turn out to be one of my regulars … He came up to ABS around 5ish... I showed him videos of me sucking other guys cocks at the Gloryhole and then rode him reverse cowgirl in the sitting position… I told him in detail as he fucked me how indescribably amazing it felt to have his cock penetrate me... Only to be outdone by the overwhelming sensation I experience as his load pulsates down his shaft and pours into me… His load is extremely hot…leaves me tingling me quivering… It's always a good day when R’s load takes its place in my body along with all the other ones already inside

LOAD 5: (T):
another person that is fucking me on a semi regular basis every time I'm in town! And oh so how I love having his cock inside me it's a powerpack punch of eight solid inches with a bit of a curve on the shaft that sounds me into next week and I love every single Power packed penetrated thrust into me… He could fuck me all night long and I would be a happy camper I love his cock so much… I'm so happy that we reconnected because it's been too long… since the lst time when he dumped an enormous load into my body! He was so turned on by having his cock buried inside me … I must've felt so unbelievably cummy and wet from all the sperm already inside me… If you're going to fuck me you better love putting your cock inside me knowing that there's been multiple men been there before you and he definitely fits that bill… As he fucked me I could feel some of the come running down my leg from earlier encounters that morning and while I thought our session was coming to an end it was at that moment that he began fucking me at a quickening pace and told me that he was about to come inside me for a second time… I was in heaven. I drove to where he was working… And that he fucked me in an abandoned vacant government subsidized housing development. I'm currently sitting at at TB parking lot trying to line up a new person from CL to come and put dick inside me and come in me

LOAD 6:
back at the gh….ball guy that came into my booth and had a hard time coming but jerked off and slammed into me at the last moment

Load seven:
another stranger that came in my booth and I sucked him off then he spun me around and jerk his cock off and shot a very nice very hot load of come all over my ass… I'm pretty sure some of it made its way into my body which is always a bonus

Load eight:
another anonymous Gloryhole load of the night… Beautiful cock sucked him then out of the clear blue he declared through the whole I want to come in your ass😊 I turned around, arched back, k slid my panties down and slowly inching my way back onto his cock unfurled and hard all 10 inches. I chirped with the delight as his dick slowly disappeared into my body. I must say there's something special and sinfully delightful about riding a cock through a Gloryhole… Every single thing about that complete stranger is an unknown I don't know how Talley is I don't know what color hair he has no idea what he looks like sometimes I don't even know what color he is all I know is his kayak is the treating through a hole and that's all I need to know do you spread my legs and let him put his dick inside me until he is ready to shoot it into my body… There's nothing comfortable about it ir convenient or easy but being a Gloryhole whore committed to always having unprotected sex is one of the most gratifying things in my quest to truly be an unspeakable whore… I reject condoms and refuse to allow people to fuck me with one.

LOAD 9: …
C from the gangbang with his amazing cock that looks like a ….. he was so excited to see me and I too was equally excited to know that he would soon be deep inside me again pumping me full of semen as he had done all throughout the summer. Suck this cock for no less than 30 seconds before he couldn't wait any longer… I was on all fours with my face buried on the floor of the bookstore well he hovered over me and drove his dick balls deep into me… And what a prize he delivered into my body a big ass load of hot thick cum

LOAD 10:
in the best was yet to come my favorite regulars for the gh….RC man he fucked me for a while in there was so much cum n me and leaking out all while he was working me but in the end he deposited a nice load in the me and I was very thankful

Load 11:
some CL responder not far from GH.... I showed up at the house and he fucked me and his couch and I got a nice load put inside me… As I told him I was so grateful to have his load take its rightful place in the pantheon of other loads buried deep inside me tonight

LOAD 12:

CL responder Meet up at Glory Hole: What a small world… It just so happened to be the maintenance man from the Days Inn where I used to get a hotel room meant to fuck men when I posted on craigslist I so remember him too… I remember him always eyeballing me just a little bit too long… Like he was really interested in me… Most notably I remember when he asked me, The very first thing he ever said to me about my boobs…..Not withstanding the very reason why I had a hotel room there to begin with which was to indiscriminately fuck is many strangers as possible… I still found his question rather rude and irked me even though I was still friendly to him afterwards… Well it turns out he knew more than I thought and he was quite attracted to me. He told me that He was aware that I was meeting with men from the craigslist to have sex… He told me he desperately wanted to join in. He told me that he would go in the room next-door and listen to me get fucked and jack off . That whole story ended up being rather an erotic part of our entire first encounter.... He told me all the times that he jacked off thinking about me and I told him that finally at long last the next load that he shoots thinking about me is going to go where where it really belongs inside my body… He fucked me until it hurt he laid me on the floor of the ABS. and fucked me until into next week… He repeatedly told me how much he could sense all the cum that was inside me…it seem to excite him until he came and filled me up Ive never seen anyone run out of the gh booth faster than him after cumming to his senses……lol

. I know how greedy Devil is, he wants all. Would he ignoring all throwd down at his feet. And while my cravings go further and extreme, wondering what have changed in this story in these years. Does he notice. I wonder what amount of self humiliation, openness and willingnes would make Devil to hear my begging.
I crave my hair wrapped around His firm hand, you know the one He colored by His likining. Twisting on my nipples, you know the one He pierced. Thirsty of His cum. While I beg. Make me useful my Lord.
Craving just a little reminder like a good puppy. Feed your puppy or she might die :p
I want to beg, please let me.

Maggie's imprisonment Part I

    Maggie didn't know it, but she had been chained in her dungeon cell for exactly twenty hours. That was twenty hours of total darkness. Twenty hours of solitude. Twenty hours of painful restraint, forced to stand on her toes. Twenty hours of no food nor water.    Twenty hours of captivity. Maggie was completely nude, stretched and covered with sweat and dust, her legs tainted with her piss that she wasn’t able to retain anymore. What a shame for her!
Her imprisonment only takes a short time. The abductors must have cloroformed her, she didn’t remember it what had happened to her, the last thing she could remember that she was driving in her car. When she woke up, she had been tied up into a hogtie, wrists and ankles bound tightly and very close together, so she could easily touch her heels with her fingers. She was still wearing all her clothes, except her sneakers which had been taken off. Since her youth she hadn’t worn any socks, even in winter, and at home she was always barefoot. Her soles are well calloused and trained.
She started to move but it was difficult because her hands and feet must had been tied up for a long time, they were cold and numb. She hardly was able to wrinkle her fingers and toes. Her mouth has been taped up, and a bag has been pulled over her head. She noted that her big toes were tied together, a small rope cinched tightly between them. She was transported for a long time, in a van, because her tied-up body rocked back and forth.
After a while the van stopped and a door was opened. Powerful hands grabbed her bound and aching body, she was raised on her shoulders and knees, they carried her over a certain distance and laid her on a hard surface. Then she got untied, first the rope which has joined her hands and feet so she was able to stretch her extremely aching back. When the abductor frees her wrists, the cut-off circulation of her hands was restored and Maggie moans loudly. She started to move her burning fingers, her hands seemed to burn in a fire! Quickly a pair of handcuffs were closed around her wrists, firmly pressing in the skin. Her feet were freed just like that, also burning and aching like hell, her ankles got cuffed as fast as her wrists. Then the abductors removed the bag, so she was able to see them the first time.
There were two men, tall and muscular, wearing face masks, both a lumberjack shirt and jeans. They looked like twins, she thought seeing them the first time. She looked around, she was sitting on a table, placed in a huge hall, with walls of old bricks without any windows. There was also no notable door or entrance.
They grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, from the desk upon her feet. She hardly was able to stand securely because of the numbness, they still felt cold. She noticed that her ankles had been cuffed with shining wide metal cuffs, fitting exactly around them, connected by short chain of ca. 30 cm. They pressed firmly in the skin, so every step was difficult to make and painful. Her wrists must have been cuffed in the same way, she tried to move them and noticed the hard metal squeezing the skin there.
She was pulled forward. Walking unsteadily they crossed the hall where the van was parked, and she was stopped in front of one of the walls. By using a hidden mechanism, the wall began to move and opened a view to a stairway leading downwards, lighted by electric bulbs. They entered the stairs and the wall closed slowly behind them. Her heart beat even faster now because she realized that no one will find her here.
It was difficult for her to went down the stairs, they felt warm and slippery, her still numb soles slipped away various times and the men had to hold her grabbing her arms.
They reached a small room, she was able to see some trash bags lying in a corner, obviously filled well. One of the men removed her wrist cuffs and told her to strip. Slowly she moved her swollen and cold fingers to opens her blouse, soaked with sweat, took it off and also the under shirt that she wears in the cold season. Because of her small breats she hadn’t used bras during her youth and her husband has encouraged her to continue until now. She hesitated by trying to cover her topless breasts with her hands, but the abductor ordered her to move faster. She pulled down her jeans and her slip fastly, unable to take them off because of her still cuffed feet. Her arms were grabbed and she was cuffed on her wrists again behind her back, the cold metal bite in the bruised and swollen skin there. She winced because of the sudden pain, but didn’t make a noise. Then one of the men leaned forward and uncuffed her ankles. The pain was intense, the skin there hurting brutally. The man pulled her clothes from her legs, the ankles were cuffed tightly again. She was able to watch it, the bright shackles were pressed firmly together, with a click they seemed to close automatically. The men took a few steps back to admire their new prisoner: At forty-one years old, Maggie did not have the typical body of a 41-year-old American woman. She exercised daily. She watched what she ate. She didn't smoke or do any type of drugs and used a regular regimen of vitamins and supplements. At 169 cm, she weighed in at only 54 kilos. Despite having born a total of three children, she had no signs of stretch marks and had no c-section scars. Her belly was flat and tight, her small breasts sagged only a bit with age, her hard and long nipples erected even more hardly. He touched them, also the piercing that she wears there since she was a teenager. As a young girl, with 13, she placed small barbells there with the consent of her parents, then she fell in love with her husband, who was her first boyfriend. He liked the idea that a woman always should wear a piercing in her nipples, so she continued since more than 28 years. When she was pregnant the first time, they decided that she should wear rings, and her husband found a perfect par, with a segment close that couldn’t be opened accidentally when the baby was sucking at her nipples. So she was able to breastfeed her three children with the piercings placed. They only know her mother with ringed nipples because she never took them off. Her two daughters were convinced that is normal for a female to wear rings like this and asked her when they will be old enough get them, too. With the years, they decided to stretch the piercing holes, up to 4 mm in diameter. She was fascinated by the idea closing them permanently. Therefor he filled a strong glue in the openings of the rings, closed the segments and later filled the small spaces with a solder, heating and polishing the rings carefully. He was very successful, since 13 years the rings formed am permanent part of her body, shining bright on her dark tanned skin. Everyone who has seen her topless wondered about the seamless and smooth appearance of theses rings and the way how they would have been placed. She never told anything about it, it was her secret.
Being pinched intensely, her nipples even got more harder. Her smooth and shaved crotch, yet a little bit wet after the harsh bondage treatment, began to wet even more. The men seemed to note it, they touched her crotch and put their fingers in her pussy. She trembled and tried to free herself, but the guys grabbed her firmly and stimulated her more. She got really hot and her liquids gather in vagina more and more. When they retracted their fingers, her crotch started to leak, dripping like hell, her juice running down her legs. She was frightened, reacting like this in front of her brutal abductors. But this was just the way her husbands had treated her since she married him, twenty years ago: He was fascinated by her feet, elegant, slim and with long toes. So he told her to be barefoot as often as possible, a plea which she fulfilled him without any difficulties. He like to tie her up before making sex, stripping her slowly and cinching soft ropes tightly around her wrists and ankles, her hands behind her back. Often they stood side by side for a long time, kissing themselves, her eyes blinded with a scarf, her cotch fingered as intensely like the abductors did recently. After getting extremely wet, he penetrated her always in doggy style from behind, then they lie nude together side by side and in the first years her bonds were loosen before falling asleep, when the children still were small and they had to care about them. Later he asked her to stay tied up all the night, he added a ball gag and some ropes at her elbows and knees. The first time she was not able to fell asleep, being excited all the time, so he had to take her another time in the morning. But with the course of time she got used to it. Now she slept without a problem, tightly tied up in his arms.
One of her abductors grabbed an empty garbage bag, filled it with her clothes and threw it over the mountain of the other bags lying there. There must many other persons who has been treated like her, she thought. She was grabbed around her left bicep, and lead her away. Her body jerked forward and her bare feet slid another time on the stone floor They her another time to a wall, another secret mechanism was used to open a door, that revealed another stairway, dark and humid. The men used a torch to enlighten it, they went down and she noted the warm and musty air rising up.

To be continued….

I grew up in a small town in West Texas. In the spring of 2001, when I was eighteen years old, my mother got a job in Northern California and she and my father, who owns his own business and could work from home, moved out there. Since I was finishing up my senior year of high school, my aunt said I could stay with her for the time being.
I had a great time those few months living with my aunt. She was in her late twenties and always felt like more of a sister to me than an aunt and she let me get away with pretty much anything as long as I didn't "come home dead." So it kind of surprises me now when I look back at it that I didn't even consider her offer to continue living with her after I graduated. I knew I wanted to get out of town. I was a liberal, indie as fuck hipster surrounded by a sea of vote Bush signs. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and I felt like there was just nothing there for me anymore. I had long dreamed of moving to Austin (I place I had never, and still have never, been) where I would see shows every night, get amazing at guitar and obviously become a huge indie darling rock star.
Buuuuuuuuuuutt I had no money, terrible grades, and quite frankly, basically no motivation, so when my parents came out for my graduation I ended up going back with them to California. San Francisco seemed like a place where I could pretty much do anything I could do in Austin, and it would be free, so why not?
The first weekend there my parents took me to do all the touristy stuff in San Francisco. Coit tower, Alcatraz, Pier 39, we drove across the Golden Gate bridge. I even got to go to Amoeba records which was a dream come true. The next day they took me around the town they'd moved to, which I won't name (but people familiar with area will probably be able to figure out.) It's a little seaside suburb about a twenty minute drive from the city. It seemed nice, I even saw a couple punks hanging out at a bus stop. They bought me a bus pass and took me to the community college campus where they said I'd be going in the fall (yeah right.)
After that I spent the next couple days basically just doing nothing around the house, which really got on my dad's nerves. He made it very clear that it was time for me to get a job, something I'd never done before, and he dropped me off at a shopping center across the street from a beach.
I sort of made a half-assed atempt to collect applications - Safeway, Round table pizza, etc. I even got an interview right on the spot at a Hallmark store where the mean old lady doing the interview told me that I "didn't project the Hallmark spirit." Then I spent a couple of hours wandering around the beach, which had a seriously cool tidepool.
That night I got in a fight with my dad, and dear reader, please understand that this is a story of teen angst, I don't even remember what started it, though I'm sure it had to do with my non-answers about my job hunt that afternoon. I stormed out of the house saying I needed to take a walk and clear my head, knowing full well I would not be coming home that night.
I headed toward the beach, headphones on, Grandaddy's Sophtware Slump in the discman, camel menthol between my lips. I had planned to sleep on the beach, but was quickly finding out that my concept of California was off. It was cold as fuck. I was about to give up and go home when I was walking past a row of apartments, I wouldn't quite call it a complex, and I noticed one of them was having a loud party with people who looked about my age hanging out front.
A guy called me over to ask for a light. I hung out for a bit finishing my smoke and chatting. The people were nice, but not really my scene, kind of a beachy preppy thing going on, but when they asked me to stay I went for it. Free beer, and I was guessing I could probably get away with crashing on the floor. Why not?
There were way more people in that apartment than you could imagine is comfortable in a one bedroom, but I grabbed a Corona from a cooler and tried to make myself look like I was supposed to be there. A guy who recognized a Get Up Kids pin I was wearing tried to chat me up, he would end up becoming a good friend later, but at the time I was the perfect combination of nervous and pretentious and blew him off with curt responses.
A girl who I'd met earlier in the day at a video store while I was application hunting, and who told me I would definitley get the job because the manager "hired every pretty girl who applied" (*blush*) recognized me. I was talking with her for a while, again nice but I couldn't really imagine a lasting friendship forming, when a guy holding a video camera approached her followed by a group of guys. He said that he was filming a video called "P-Town Gone Wild" and offered her $20 to flash the camera.
She told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Then he turned his attention to me. I initially told him no thanks, but he kept pushing it. He eventually doubled his offer and another girl who'd already done it offered to do it with me, so being broke and not knowing what I was going to do tomorrow, I relented.
So on the count of three we flashed the camera. She was clearly more comfortable with it, she flashed for a good long time to uproarous cheers (the first time I'd seen pierced nipples in real life!) while I was pretty much a quick peek. He ended up making me do it three more times before he eventually gave me the money. I'd clearly lost the respect of the video store girl, but oh well.
I continued drinking and making small talk, when the girl with the piercings cornered me. She said that the guy with the camera was offering us $200 each if he could film us making out in the bedroom. I wasn't that into it, but she was being really aggressive, and while I don't by any means consider myself bi, I do have to admit that she was pretty cute and I was just drunk enough.
We went into the bedroom, ostensibly for privacy but it felt like the entire party was in the room with us. It was lit by a red light bulb and right away I was really uncomfortable, it felt like I'd entered into the Pink Room from Fire Walk With Me, or something. She immediatley stripped down to just her underpants, a thong that I believe had the Spitfire skate logo on it (a smiling flame,) and I froze. I had thought we were just going to be making out.
I tried to back out, but there was so much egging on that I eventually stripped down too. I got on the bed with her and we started making out to satisfyed cheers. She unhooked my bra and began sucking my tits.
A guy in the room was openly jerking off, which made the atmosphere even stranger. The onlookers seemed torn between watching two naked girls make out and making fun of the guy, who was perfectly average sized, for having a small dick.
Eventually the guy holding the camera whipped his out too (it was much smaller but no one dared say anything,) the girl broke away from me and started sucking his dick. I just sat there watching awkwardly when someone reached around from behind me and started squeezing my tits really fucking hard. I broke away and spun around and was met by another guy handling his dick.
He straight up just said "will you blow me?" He seemed kind of nervous which was cute and made me laugh a little, but I said yes. He sat on the bed and I struggled to pull his pants down a little further before I started going down on him. Someone behind me started rubbing my pussy through my panties, I never found out who it was.
When he came I swallowed it and was chastized by the guy holding the camera because "people want to see face shots."
Anyway, I was drunk enough to not realize that I only got paid $80 and was later embarassed enough that I let it go. I later learned that this guy, who pretty much no one liked, was a dealer who was trying to break into porn extremely unsuccessfully. The girl was his "star." I would meet her again year later under extremely different circumstances, our kids go to school together. We've exchanged knowing hellos but never actually talked about it (though my husband makes threesome "jokes" about her all the time.) I've never seen the video and am not even sure it exists, but if you've ever come across something from the early 00s called "P-Town Gone Wild" or "P-Town's Finest" or something you may have already seen my one and only onscreen credit where some critics say I was "hot but boring."
Eventually the cops broke up the party (long after the video was shot,) and they were actually pretty cool about it and just told everyone to go home. In a kind and unexpected turn, the girl from the video store offered me to stay at her place. Before you get to excited, the story doesn't go there - while I did see her boobs while she was changing, she just smoked me out and we talked for a while. She very nicely called me a whore, which, fair, was still pretty fucking rude and I came to realize we has some very different idealogical values and I realized I would never want to work with someone like her and consequentially never called the video store back when they reached out for an interview.
the next day I sheepishly returned home and went straight to my room, I was still pretty pissed at my dad. I called my aunt to ask her if her offer to stay with her was still available, I figured I'd get whatever job I could, head home ASAP and worry about all my stuff later. She said no. I'm not sure if her offer was ever actually sincere, or if she'd changed her mind upon actually being confronted with the reality of it, but either way change of plans.
I made a post on craigslist, which was way wilder here than at home. Admittedly bending the truth a little, I said that I had been kicked out of my house and needed a place to stay for a few days and attached a picture where I looked both innocent and was showing a healthy amount of cleavage. I wasn't totally naive, I had an idea of what I was doing, but I was emboldened by the night before and knew that I could put out if I absolutley had to. I had visions of a handsome young doctor or something taking me in and either we'd start a great affair or I'd at least get a few days to figure out what was next.
I'm sure I'm not surprising anyone when I say that is not the response I got and I put the idea aside.
Later that day my dad apologized to me. He asked me where I'd been all night and I told him a version of the truth "I stumbled onto a party and made some friends." But peace only lasted a while before he started getting on me about being a bum again, reigniting everything again.
When I checked my email that night the responses I had got to my listing were overwheling and ridiculous. But there was one, from a woman, that piqued my interest. She said that she'd been a similar situation when she was my age and was more than willing to give me a place to crash for a couple days.
I figured out the bus routes, which at the time felt like no small feat, and found my way to a BART station (kind of like a local train system.) I headed out to a place in the East Bay that I'd never even heard of before. The lady met me there. She seemed surprisingly normal, well put together in her late thirties. She took me to her place, a small but nice apartment. We got Taco Bell, drank wine, and chatted. It was really nice.
She told me her story. She'd gotten pregnant when she was a little bit younger than me and her very strict parents kicked her out and cut her off, and because of that she always feels a kinship to people who were in a situation like mine. I felt bad for stretching the truth, but was shitty enough at the time to take advantage of the situation.
It got late and she was ready to turn in. She said her son was not coming home that night, so I could sleep in his bed, but I would probably have to take the couch the next day. Cool. Sounds good to me.
Her son's room was a huge mess and kind of disgusting, like any young guy's room is I guess, but I could tell by his stuff, the posters on the wall, his CDs, that he was actually probably pretty cool.
When I woke up the next morning, there was a guy in nothing but a pair of boxers sleeping on the floor beside the bed. I was weirded out, but I assumed this must be the son and it was his room.
We had a nice day hanging out at the apartment. The son made a lot of jokes about his mom "taking in strays." He and I really hit it off, we had a lot in common. That night he and his friends took me to Berkeley to see a local band called the Locals (they would later change their name to the Matches, and are still a favorite band of mine to this day.) It was incredible! His friends were so welcoming and the show was so great.
After dropping off his friends we went and got drive through at Jack in the Box and just sat in the car and talked forever. I felt comfortable with him, so I told him about the party and what had happened. I was afriad he was going to judge me, but what actually ended up happening was that he fucked my brains out in the backseat of his car behind a grocery store. It was to that point the best sex I'd ever had in my life and remained so for several years.
We got back to the apartment super late, but the mom was still up. She was clearly just out of the shower and was not shy at all about me or her son seeing her tits. Just very casual "did you have fun? Oh great!" kind of stuff. This was *very* weird to me, but different strokes, right?
I slept on the couch, so that his mom wouldn't think anything untoward was going on. The next morning when I got up, I headed over to a nearby 7-11 for my morning coke slurpee, like you do, and when I got back to the apartment I ran into a neighbor.
She was kind and made small talk, "so you're staying with (woman's name?)"
"Yeah, I'm friends with her son." I stretched the truth a little.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
"She doesn't have a son? It's just the two of them, right?"
I immediatley felt a pit in my stomach, horror and deep, deep embarassment.
"Yeah, it's just a joke we have because he's so much younger."
I went in, grabbed my stuff and slipped right back out. I eventually found my way to the BART station after walking for a few miles and made my way back home.
And that, reader, is the craziest week of my life. I know it's not as wild as some of the stories that get posted here, but I've been feeling a need to share it.
I eventually did end up going to the community college that I swore I wouldn't, made for real friends with several of the people who were at that party (not the video store girl,) and ended up meeting the man who would become my husband pretty shortly after all of this. I never fucked with craigslist again.

I'm a huge fan of humiliation, and every aspect of it. Love dirty talk, love showing my sub off, exposing her and sharing her. Love degradation, etc. In general I'm just a filthy perv with a growing desire to push limits. I've been this way since I was about 13 or so when I started having dreams of sex, domination. My first dream was having a bunch of women on an island serving me.

Fast forward, I'm in my thirties, I'm busy with my life, I have kids and a family and while I wouldn't change a moment of it, I have been talking to my partner about what I need. And she can't provide it and she and I are both ok with that, so I've decided to look around.

So I figure I should throw out a net for exactly what I want, and its pretty extreme so here goes:

I don't see enough humiliation porn, specifically with self humiliation (there is one pretty amazing video on here of a 19 year old girl telling the world that she is Daddy's whore, but that is the only one). So I want find a submissive woman, who I can guide through training and use Only Fans as a way to show her off, expose her, humiliate her, as well as earn money for her. While I'm her Dom, I would have control over how the money is used, but if she ever decided to break things off then the money is hers with a 10% contract breaking fee. I want to push her with more dirty talk, more humiliation, and more use of toys and public shows of dress control and toy play. I will guide her in edging training and more all shot POV style with her camera phone. As she gains popularity from me marketing her and showing her off more, she will earn followers and more money. Eventually offering her up to followers and hopefully building a gang bang club that can use her frequently, and her holding her camera and passing it around for a very intimate and real show of her use. I don't care if its shaky, I think people today want real, not manicured porn. As it gets more and more extreme I want her body to follow with implants and piercings to show that she is a good little fucktoy. Eventually getting her to a place where she is a millionaire. From there I want to see which is more powerful, my guidance and domination, or the money she is making.

What do you think? Money power or Domination power?