Looking for a video featuring a white woman in a pig mask being fucked by a black dude. Found it posted in several places under the name "slut wife used and abused by big black cock," but the video seems to be taken down everywhere. It was just a clip, but I'd LOVE to find the full thing. Either way the clip version will do.

"The witch is chained to the torture bench, the mask of shame covering her face. Her interrogation has been going on for three hours now, and has already left heavy marks on her voluptuous body. The pear of anguish stretched her cunt to the point of tearing, while she was whipped and beaten with heavy metal rods all over her body, shattering a few bones in the process.
Now the pear has been replaced by a glowing metal rod to cauterize the wounds on her cunt."

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My wife's niece is staying with us for the summer while she is on break from college since her dad and mom are presently stationed overseas for work. She isn't what I would call super hot, but she is attractive and curvy in all the right places and I can't stop thinking about her. Probably mostly to do with her just being a young, carefree college girl more than anything else. Her and some of her friends were lounging by our backyard pool this weekend and I couldn't take it anymore, so I had to go inside and jerk off thinking about all of them. It reminded me of the scene in fast times where he is jerking off watching the girl from the bathroom window. God I miss being young and having a tight bodied female to fuck.

Well, I work from home and nobody else is around during the day so today curiosity got the better of me. I went into the guest room where she is staying and started going through all her stuff. Mostly pretty typical. Some underwear from tame all the way to thongs and lingerie. Definitely sniffed her dirty panties in the laundry basket, god they smell so good. And then I found the motherload in a large shoebox that knee-high boots would typically come in that I found in the closet. Multiple vibrators, dildos and butt plugs, an eye mask, cuffs, a little feather whip thing, and a strap-on harness! I am floored. I knew she is clearly sexually active, but wasn't expecting this. So I know this part isn't for everyone, it is just my taste, but I can't contain myself and as I type this I am rock hard sitting in my office chair with one of her vibrators on full in my ass. I love ass-play but knowing it is her vibrator and maybe, just maybe it will be in her pussy tonight is such a rush. I am going to cum buckets any minute!

Hey ML, Im 21 and pretty cute guy.

I really REALLY want to suck a cock. However im not too much into how the rest of the male body looks. Also i really like snow. So i have a solution. Sometime when im home alone, we can work it out through messages or whatever, you can pick me up in central ny state, we can share some yayo, you can ware a mask and a wig, or take me to a glory hole and i will slober on your cock for hours and hours.

Also for anyone who is into that sorta thing, yes i will fuck your hot wife while you watch.

No fattys no offence

get at me love

My wife must ask permission to leave the house. She is required to dress like a slut and wear a mask (picture attached)
its not that she is ugly, but she simple does not need to have any identity other than her cunt, ass and tits.
she is also my personal urinal

Slyt wife finally got her to pose this way she sad no to posting because of friends seeing her but I told her I'd madk her showed her pics posted with full mask  on so she reluctantly  said ok. As u can see she has a tiny mask on nothing left to the imagination.  She will be uploaded by many and downloaded too she will be a web slut no turning back this tops her swing club gang bang

PRETTY




Pretty house, pretty flowers, and all the pretty people. That could be the start and end to the story there. However, what story wants to just be pretty? You can have your pretty dress and pretty white stallion, but in the end, the stallion just drops dead.
So, imagine this scene. You have two people, let’s say Steve and Martha. They've been together since high school and raised two pretty girls who are almost through high school themselves. Steve has his perfect dream job as a novelist. Plus, he has his fucking millionth copy sold party next week at The Garches. Martha stays at home, the biggest fucking prettiest house in the Upper Valley. She probably just lays around and suntans all day, trying to be that much...prettier for her husband. Not that it would matter much, they've already been to Hawaii twice this year, and it's only March!
Oh wait, sorry, getting a bit off topic there.
So, back to the story.
The couple Steve and Martha then go to Steve's millionth copy sold party, which they just decided to call their "Zeroooooo" Party. Of course they did. Here's where the story gets a little more interesting. So, their eldest daughter, a pretty little thing, just turned 18, let’s just call her Belle to simplify things. Well, she has this boyfriend, jock, quarterback, straight “A” student. A nice guy really. However, unknown to Steve and Martha, she decides to date this other dude. Well, dude not exactly anymore. Sex change, though, would have just been a little prettier. Let's say he is a "duder". As in, all grapes add the "r" when they become raisins. The duder is about 65 now, which only gives him a couple more years before he can retire from the exotic books business. The party is also going to be the platform for Steve to announce his new book. The duder goes up to the stage, and pulls back the curtains to the new jacket cover. Let's just skip all the pretty words, and the fight, don't forget the arson and the restraining order. However, let's not forget Steve and Martha's new jobs at Feed Freddies, the move to Downton Street, and the divorce. Also, Belle's perfect quarterback boyfriend broke up with her when she started wearing more clothes than Queen Elizabeth to school. At very least, the strip club is getting even busier with the Belle, sorry royal ass Eliza, running the show.
Pretty ending to that story, eh? Well, that's just the beginning. This is all just hypothetical, of course. Let's not forget that.
Now, imagine this strip club in the Lower Valley. It’s already been established that pretty young Eliza would be the up on stage shaking her two big moneymakers. You got to love the girls with daddy issues! Let’s say that her tips are pretty good, but it is never enough. Eliza then starts taking the men back stage for her fucking specialty. OK, probably shouldn’t go there.
There is this one fucking ugly duder that would always come in with the prettiest flowers, lilies to be exact. He had a fetish of making Eliza into his pretty yellow picture. Sure, things are going pretty and well for Belle, sorry Eliza, but why does the story have to end there.
So, her estranged father, Steve comes in during one night in carnival. Oh, that place is decked out in all kinds of pretty, from the pretty beads down to the pretty masks. Steve has a right old time, drinks some beers, has a couple nice views. He goes home later and neither of them are any the wiser.
Then, it is a week into Lent that something really happened. The duder is busy working with his Eliza canvas when in walked Belle’s former quarterback dude and his buddies. OK, true, they aren't 21 yet, but who cares when they come in with some perfectly pretty fake I.D.’s. Imagine it going down like this. The dude tries to cop some feels from his former girlfriend when she is covered in all the lilies. Naturally, Eliza tries to cover herself and run. Here’s the best part. The duder fucker grabs her ankle and trips her. He then pulls out a gun and tells her to don’t fucking move again. Before he can start arranging his flowers again, the dude grabs the duder. The dude then gets shot in the head, and so does pretty little fucking Eliza when she goes to help out. The old fucker runs and gets away.
Don’t you just love where these are going? At very least, it would sound better for the story if Belle/Eliza and the quarterback didn’t die.
OK, maybe it is time for a little change of pace, maybe something a little prettier. It probably would be a good idea to give this second duder a name, to make things a little easier to remember. His name will be Ralph, after this guy...Oh never mind. So, Ralph escapes from the Lower Valley. Let it just be said that he does get away with murder. OK, so, Ralph then goes to Amsterdam in the Netherlands. Flowers, flowers everywhere, but so are the pretty people. He especially loves frequenting the Red Light District. That old fucker does what he wants. So, the moral of the story is that Ralph finds a little money on the streets, goes and buys some dope, does it up with a cop outside, and gets arrested.
Justice served, well no.
Actually, there is an explosion the next day in the lobby of the jail. All those mother fuckers die but Ralph. He escapes and no harm done. Then, he goes out and buys a lottery ticket and make some good dough. Next, he invests some of that, and due to a great surge in the economy, he brings in all the big bills. Afterwards, he starts a modeling agency, where he can look to his hearts desire, each of which become a canvas of his own. His business goes under in a couple years, but would cares; Ralph got to live his dream. That is so much prettier than all those people.
That's it, done; let's end the story right there. There were rich people who found out their daughter was fucking some duder. Don't forget the naked cover. It doesn't matter too much, those people got what they desired anyway. Then, the next scene had that pretty girl from the first tale who works at a strip club. She doesn't even realize when her own shithead father comes into the place and takes a couple peaks. Her promiscuity at least was the end of her anyway, when this God awful duder shows up. Shoots her and her ex boyfriend. The story ends on a high notes when the duder travels to Amsterdam, and makes lots of money doing what he loves.
That could be the end of it; it just could. However, why do stories always have to end just when the going gets good? There are always those hardworking people out there that want to make more money. Those are good people and their work have to be honored.
More, more, more, that is all anybody wants now a days. Let's give the people want they want.
OK, imagine this girl...since this is a sequel, it would make sense to bring back at least some of the characters from the first part. So, this girl is Steve and Martha's other daughter...Trudy. She may not be the prettiest girl, but everyone says she's beautiful on the inside with doves flying out of her ass at least twice a day. Trudy is two grades younger than that ex-stripper sister of her's Eliza, Belle, whatever her name is. It doesn't matter anymore. The dove girl sings to all the other birds and dances on the moon. Well, at least before that was before her slut sister was rightly shot in the head. Then, Trudy becomes very introverted, thinking more about her pretty self than to that cruel, ugly world out there. She ends up dropping out of school as soon as she turns 16, and emancipates herself from her now deadbeat parents. Don't worry, she has a perfectly good job next to Feed Freddies at a place called Happy Harvey's; it's a pub. No, she doesn't serve the drinks. Instead, Trudy works at the daycare in the back watching over all the pretty children.
Not long after she started working there, she began to wear this pretty sequenced red dress everyday. That was the only dress she could afford anyway. She did it for this regular that would come in, taller, youngish. He made Trudy feel beautiful again. This dude was not a pervert; he would never touch her. Well, that was until she turned 18, and then they humped it out like hippos.
One day, she over hears him saying he lost his job, so she offers for him to stay with her. He was too much of a mutch not to take it. They lived, they humped, oh life was good. Things soon got more serious, and prudy Trudy was finally falling in love. Ah, isn't that sweet. Let's fast forward now to the part of the story where she finds out he is already married. The mutch only thought she was his friend. Trudy beats the shit out of his pretty head for that. It's pretty, no, beautiful seeing the sight of the bastard afterwards. He must have lost at least 100 pounds with all the stuffing knocked out of him. Now, his wife cop from down in the Lower Valley may have not fucked or, for that matter, seen the fucker for awhile, but she is definitely the daughter of a bitch. Saying she got even is good, but retribution sounds much better. Oh, that poor girl's beauty was just pouring out of her, glistening like a rainbow.
Let's make one this perfectly clear, Trudy does not die EVER! For, that girl's hind is as tough as her hippo brethren. Oh course, that girl did have to go to some physical therapy afterwards. With her new training she can consider herself equal, and close brethren to the asses.
So, imagine a pretty physical therapy center on the edge of suburban bliss. It is a place where stallions run as free as well, stallions. OK, the fence probably keeps them a little more contained than that. Anyway, the center uses the stallions as part of the therapy. Trudy loves the new freedom and the fucking feeling of wind running through her hair. There was just one snitch in her new found happiness, the stallion, Woody, collapses onto it's side while she is riding him. Trudy's other leg is crushed and then amputated. Oh well, lesson learned.
She returns to the therapy center a while later, overjoyed to find Woody is being helped right beside her. He is slowly becoming lame. It doesn't take long for Trudy to start to hate the pretty white stallion. She is becoming Woody's bitch, lower than an animal, as it turns out. Nobody could stay mad at those bit brown eyes for long and soon she no longer minded her pretty third class status. Even more pretty was the sight of her in her red dress, which now made her look like a fruity flamingo.
Enough, enough, story time.
So, uh, losing her leg doesn't stop her from riding Woody all she wanted, slowly of could, he was just too big, and one more blow would spell the end for each of them. The riding slowly got faster and faster as they grow more used to each other. Soon, it was love, big old stallion love. To put it a big more blunt, Woody is soon getting plenty of fill from his sweet little flamingo. So much so, he fell down again during their faster riding sessions. He cracked a couple of his pretty ribs, fractured his big old pretty skull. At very least Trudy continued living, but perhaps not too happily ever after.
Oh come on, the beginning did say exactly how the story was going to end. Get a pretty fucking grip!

Horny MWM with wife sharing fantasies.

What are your thoughts on a home invasion fantasy? One masked intruder or multiple?

Part A1: Sisters night out [rest of the story on my profile :) ]
Hey guys it's me Anna again :DD. SAM said I should mark the parts I write with an A (like A1 you see). Anyways this is about a party in the time before I got married to Jimmy.
Well Patty said I should enjoy life as long as I wasnt married yet (little did she know that I enjoyed it very much with SAM ;) ). She also wanted to spend more time with me before I would be occupied with my husband all the time. So she invited me to said party (quick reminder - I was like 28 at that point and Patty 19 - legal drinking age is 18 here). I asked her if Brian (her BF at that time) would come too, but she only laughed and told it was kinda a sorority party - no boys allowed. Whats the fun in that? Patty said I could meet new girl friends there, maybe some of the girls were married as well and could give me advice. So I agreed to come. "Dresscode" or theme was black and white, masks in black and white would be handed out at the entrance. Then Patty added:"Oh and please dont embarrass me - No one with tits like you should wear a bra. Dont hide what you got! Dress as sexy as you can, or else I might tell everyone I dont know you..." We laughed but she made sure to tell me again that the no-bra-rule was actually a thing.

So before the party I took a shower. First thing I did after was my hair. I prepped them to be a bit curly. But for the first part of the party I wanted them in a pony tail, so I had something to show off / change during the course of the event. When I was done I watched myself in the mirror and was pleased with myself. Then Jimmy walked in, seeing me all naked. He came up to me and kissed me. We made out for a few seconds. Like almost always when we were kissing for longer than a few moments I thought about how much better SAM was at kissing. When our lips parted, Jim was staring lustfully at my chest. I could see the bulge in his pants.
Me:"Sweety, I got to get ready for the party... I only have time for a blowjob."
His face turned grim then bright over the course of the sentence.
J:"You always deliver. You're truly the best wife in the world."
I smiled and removed his pants. Kneeling before him I sucked him off. His dick tasted good. He always kept it super clean and it always tasted a bit like soap. SAM's dick always tasted more... meaty/natural I would say. After a minute I felt Jimmys dick explode in my mouth. I swallowed it all. Grinned at him.
J:"Thank you babe."
Me:"You're welcome."
He then left me alone. He never kissed me after a BJ. I had gotten used to that. I touched my crotch. Yep, a little bit wet. I wiped it off and put on some black panties. Checked myself in the mirror. I love dressing up. I took a black band as a necklace. Took a picture for SAM. He always appreciates the pictures I send him. Then I finally put on the dress. Plain black. No straps. Sweetheart neckline. Tight all around. It was so short, it barely covered my ass. Another picture for SAM.

When I was ready I called Patty. I drove to her house and we would take a taxi from there. Patty wore a plain white dress, just as short as mine but with straps. It was so low cut, her tits looked like they might pop out at any minute. She looked gorgeous. We ordered a taxi and few minutes later we were on our way. The taxi driver kept staring at us and we giggled like teenagers. When he asked where we were going, Patty told him about the party and about the no boys rule. The driver seemed disappointed and drove the rest of the way in slience.

When we arrived at the house, we were greeted by two girls, one in knee-long white dress, the other one in the same dress but in black. They both wore masks the opposite color of their dresses. Patty seemed to know them but didnt bother introducing me. I got handed a white mask and Patty recieved a black one. We put them on and went in. We met the hostess, who wore a black and white dress. The left half was white, the right half was black. Her eyes were covered by a mask which was left-black and right-white. When I saw her, I immediately understood why Patty asked me to dress sexy. The hostess was hot as fuck in her dress. She didnt have big tits, but the dress fit her so well, she surely had to be the sexiest woman in the whole house (not counting me and Patty, I didnt count us into the rating ;) ).
Patty seemed to know her as well, they kissed each other on the cheek and then even a short kiss on the mouth. When it was my turn, I only got cheek-kissed. We went deeper into the house. It was dimly lit but there was black lights. It looked awesome with all the white dresses. Patty greeted some more girls, we got ourselves drinks and started chatting with some of Patties friends. I looked around in the room. This was the living room, even though the couch had been moved out to make space. I was wrong when I assumed that the hostess was the hottest girl here. All of the girls were looking amazing.

Me and Patty drank together for a while, getting in the mood. The music was turned up and some space was cleared as a dance floor. Patty wanted to dance but I was hesitant. I got another drink and walked around the house a bit. I saw myself in the mirror by chance - the white mask looked really shitty to my black outfit. I found the hostess again and asked her if I could get a black mask. She said I should find someone to swap so I went around the house more. I found another big room with music playing. Everyone was dancing to the beat, but the moves were still shy. I couldnt just stand there, I had to move as well. I found a small group of girls and joined their circle. after a while one of them went into the middle of the circled and showed her moves. She knew what she was doing. After a few 10 seconds she pulled in another girl and got back in the cicle. Now that girl danced like there was no tomorrow. She wore a white dress and a black mask. While dancing, she was looking at me. Smiling. When the time came, she grabbed my arm, danced with me for a moment and then flung me in the circle. Now I know how to mesmerize men, but women? I was not to sure. But I still tried. I started slowly, using my hips a lot. My hands moved from my hips to my chest. Then it got faster (and too hard to explain ^.^) until it was my turn to get out of the cicle. I picked the girl next to the one dancing before me. I tried asking her for her name, but she signaled that she didnt understand and that we should go elsewhere. So we went upstairs. We chatted a little, then I asked her for her mask.
She said:"Okay, but you have to show me your tits."
Me:"My tits?"
Her:"Yeah, they look so great I wanna seem them. Come on, just a peek."
I blushed. But then I thought "what the hell, why not. She is a girl... so what.."
So I took of my mask and pulled down my dress a bit. After 5 seconds I covered myself again. She gave me her mask and said "see you later" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. That whole thing had me turned on. Then I had an idea. I took off the band, opened my ponytail. I found a bathroom and looked at myself. I looked like a completely different girl. I went downstairs again and looked into the dance room where my sister was. I didnt see her, but thats no wonder in a room full of white dresses. So I went on the dance floor. Here there were no groups, everyone was dancing for themselves. I danced my way through the masses. Then one girl next to me started touching me. I reacted spontaneously and pulled her closer to me. We were grinding on each other before long. I was turned on. I looked around. All the other girls were kinda pairing up too. Some already went for boobs. Some were kissing. And I finally saw Patty. She was kissing a girl in a white dress. My partner had lost interest in me and was already flirting with another girl.

I worked my way to Patty. When she was free for a second I touched her shoulder. She spun around and started dancing with me immediately. We put our hands on each others hips, pulled each other closer. She laid her arms around my neck and let her body dance to the rythym. She was incredibly sexy.
The grinding had me wet already but then, Patty pulled me close and kissed me (yes, this was my real first girl kiss, read more to that in the footnote). It was not a shy, innocent kiss of a sister. She went all in. After 3 seconds we were french kissing. I felt my juice running down my leg. I then realized that others were watching, all girls around us were looking and applauding. We stopped for a second, but the crowd wanted more. So we continued.

After a seemingly endless period of time, we parted lips. I stared at her. She stared back. The some other girl pulled her away and started making out with her. I went through the crowd and upstairs, looking for a bathroom. When I found one I sat down and pulled down my panties. They were soaked. I touched my pussy. Soaked. I started masturbating. First just the clit. Then one finger. Two fingers. I came, making the tiles in front of me wet. I couldnt stop. Fingered myself to another orgasm. Then finally I was cooled down enough to go outside. But first I reverted my looks. I didnt have a white mask though. I went out without a mask on. When I wanted to go downstairs, I heard moans from one of the other rooms. The door wasnt closed completely. When I peeked in I saw two girls (I didnt know them) scissor fucking each other. I couldnt see their masks, but they werent wearing them. Seeing them fuck turned me on again so I helped myself while carefully listening for steps on the stairs. When I was about to cum I got back in the bathroom and let it flow.
I wiped it up. In the meantime the girls had switched to 69. When I came back they were just done with that and started dressing. I had an idea. I knocked on the door and hid behind a corner. My plan worked - the girls stormed out, barely dressed and without their masks. I entered the room, looked for the masks. I found a white one under the bed, but when I got up from under the bed I heard steps on the stairs. I quickly hid behind the door. Two new girls came in. I heard them kiss, fall on the bed. Soon moaning. I started fingering again, cumming twice in the process. When the girls left I was exhausted. I left the room and went down to find Patty. By that time, at least half of the guests were already gone. The rest was sitting or standing, more than a few kissing. I found Patty making out with the hostess, Patty's hand under her dress. Patty saw me and I signaled her to come, but she didnt listen. The hostess was moaning hard already. After a few minutes she came, juice running down her thighs. It was hard to watch but I already had my fun this night. Soon after they stopped kissing and Patty went to me.
P:"So, did you have fun?"
Me:"I cant say I didnt ;-)"
P:"Did you at least kiss a girl?"
Me:"Well... does cheek count?"
P:"Oh you are soooo lame."
With that we stumbled outside and called a taxi and went home.

End of Part A1 - hope you have fun with this guys :-***

Tell me in the comments if you wanna hear the first story SAM told from my perspective :)

Footnote: I know, last time I told the story with Beth I told her I never kissed a girl before. I lied to her, obviously. But I also kinda lied to you guys I guess. But clarifing that in the last story woulda been strange and didnt fit into the story at all, so I let it out :) Sorry again! :-**

since my wife and I had children 5 years ago our sex life was limited to the occasional quickie. however both my wife and myself were becoming increasingly lustful for something more protracted and dirty. i planted the seed in her thoughts of her being used submissivly by someone she knew but while she was wearing a "gimp mask" that allowedher to use her mouth but prevented her from seeing anything

a few days ago we arranged for a weekend in a friends country lodge with her mother looking after the children. when we arrived i told my wife that id packed some bondage gear for her, and told her to strip to her bra, panties, high heels and to put on the hood. hesitantly she obeyed. when she was hooded, i opened the door to the bedroom to allow my guest in, who took great pleasure in using whips and cains on my poor wifes titties and ass. the guest whispered to me to order my wife to her knees to give the guest a good rimming then the guest watched as i fucked my wife in her asshole.

i never told my wife who saw her in a state of undress, and who it was who used the whip on her , or whose ass she worshipped. she'll never know if it was a close male or female friend or even a relative.