Ok so this is my first post, and by the seems of things a bit of a lame one I will admit. I've been a ML addict for quite a while, uploaded a few images & videos of other peoples stuff and made a few gallerys of stuff I love, but never put anything up that was actually personal.

I've been with a girl (Lisa) since Uni, for just over 7 years. She's really a great girl who I have semi moved in with, it's my place and she stays over most weeks. I live in a small part of a quiet country but I'm from a large town. She's a country girl who's quite shy but made the first move on me back when we started, and from that point on things were great. 2 years in and after moving into a new place at uni a new girl, Jemma, moved in, and after a few months we had a serious affair (even to the point where she'd let me fuck her anally without any concerns. All the time I stayed with Lisa, and I felt bad for cheating on her like that, but I couldn't help myself for wanting Jemma. I moved back home from uni, and cut things off with Jemma after Lisa broke things off with me. I made the big effort and made a declaration to Lisa that I wanted to stay with her and meant to marry her. That was 4/5 years ago, and I stayed faithful as I wanted things to work out. I moved back to the opposite side of the country to be with her, and took a job down here to be with her.

About 2 months after taking this job I met a girl (Kerry) who used to have my job (running a bar/ hotel) before she went away travelling. She came back to start working while she decided on her next step in life, and the first time I met her I was having a meal there with Lisa. She walked over to me to ask for help with some problem they were having, and my jaw dropped. This Kerry was stunning. I dropped the meal with my GF to help Kerry out with this problem, and was instantly drawn to her. We spent 2 years working alongside each other, flirty banter rolling off our lips like there was no tomorrow and no consequences. The beauty of it being at work was that Lisa was never there to see it. Nothing ever happened between us, and Kerry took a job working on 5* international cruise liners. She'd be away for 4 months at a time, and back for 2 months or so. I never felt anything for Kerry beyond a severe lust towards her flesh, but whenever I was with Lisa it just disappeared because I love Lisa enough.

Lisa is that sort of girl that is lovely, seriously homely, and has never really moved away from her family farm. She has an awful habit of dragging me down a bit with little remarks about things I like or want to do, by simply disapproving of it, not that I really pay any attention to her protests but I still hear them. I know her whole family (after 7 years not suprising, since I lived with her immediate family for a year when I first started my new job), and they all love me.

Kerry came back some time last year, and left early September and it was like she'd never been away. We went straight back into the flirting, but working in hospitality you sort of expect that behaviour, and she's got that flirty personality that I just passed it off as her being herself. One night after she finished and sat drinking at the bar I drove her home, and when she went to kiss me goodnight on the cheek she tried to kiss me. I wanted Kerry to kiss me, but out of some sense of honour I stopped it, and told her that it was because of Lisa that it couldn't happen. She got out of the car accepting this, and I didn't see her again properly until about 4 months ago when she came home on an extended leave.

I came back to work after 4 weeks off, and she was back there. Same Kerry as always, and damned near every male in the village telling me how stunning she is, like I needed any reminder! We were back to the flirting, the occaisional innocent touch as we passed behind each other but nothing untoward. She refused to give me a goodnight kiss on the cheek when I took her home, until one night I called her up on it. From then on she'd ask for a lift home, kiss me goodnight and that would be that... We had our laughs, and we get on like such a goddamned house on fire that I felt like we were back to how we were early last year. We even played a joke on a customer, telling him that we had gotten engaged, and that I'd proposed to her in the supermarket. She made the whole story up herself, and all I had to do was go along with it. That night we had a few drinks behind the bar, and since I'd had too much to drive she told me in no uncertain terms that I would be staying at hers, in the spare room. We snook back into hers, she went to kiss me goodnight on the cheek as usual, and I felt her almost trying to kiss me again. I ignored it and went to sleep in the spare room as I didn't want to get back into that situation again (I didn't even know at this point if she'd remembered what she'd done last year).

Then last friday night happened. Now bear in mind, Kerry has haunted my thoughts since that first kiss. I dwelt on that attempted kiss, even until that Friday. Kerry and I were working behind the bar, she had a few drinks more than me and I took her home as per usual. We got outside her house and we went for the usual peck on the cheek and again she goes to kiss me. Now being as crazy about Kerry as I am, and after kicking myself for nearly a year about not accepting the last kiss I uttered "For fucks sake..." and kissed her back. After a half hour of making out, me taking her clothes off and winding up rubbing her clit through her panties she stopped me, and it got a little awkward. She told me it couldn't happen as I was "smitten" with Lisa, and that she had felt like such a fool for trying to kiss me the first time. Also that she had liked me back then, and after the liquid courage had tried to kiss me because of that. I told her that I had made my bed and that I supposed I ought to lie in it (with Lisa). She reminded me that I'm only 27, and we had a stilted sort of conversation, with her getting out of the car telling me that I needed to sort my shit out and not just for her sake.

I got back to my house with Lisa in bed at about 5am, with her all lined up to hostess my family around the area for the weekend. I spent all weekend with her slightly grumpy for no apparent reason to her, though it was really because I didn't know what the hell to make of the Friday night/ Saturday morning. This girl I had tried to convince myself that I didn't want had made another move on me, and I simply couldn't stop myself a second time... She's THAT hot! Lisa took my infernal family out for the weekend and did her best to take care of them, all the time I'm wishing to see Kerry again.

Tuesday comes around and Lisa decides that she's going back to the farm for the week as she needs to catch up on the work she's missed. Her self confidence is low in general, and I know she would be beyond distraught if she had any idea of what had happened Friday night, never mind the ensuing Tuesday night.

Kerry had arranged to have a few leaving drinks on the Tuesday night, as she was going away to a wedding today. One of my absolute best friends Barry was invited, though by a circumstance I wound up back at work on my own so they all came into my bar to be around me. Kerry, her sister, a friend of hers and another girl from work. Barry I know has a big thing for Kerry, as has most of the male population of the village. All of them sat the other side of the bar with Barry having a great laugh, but me with eyes only for Kerry. It got to 1am and I closed the bar, Kerry a total clusterfuck with drink after doing a few body shots off the other girl from work and a couple off me.

I went downstairs to cash up for the night, Kerry comes down to ask if she can have another round of shots even though we're after the license. I tell her of course she can, we chat a while before she says to me "Ok, so I'm going to go back upstairs because I want to kiss you right now, and it's bad". I tell her "Sometimes people do bad things" and she walks right over, sits on my lap and kisses the hell out of me. I've had enough of fighting the urge to get my hands on her and went back for her. I'm half watching the CCTV cameras to make sure no-one comes downstairs to catch us, and proceed to heat things up a bit. I eventually stop her, tell her to get her ass back upstairs and pour that round of shots out before some-one suspects something. She goes back up, I finish off cashing up and she's back downstairs for another bottle just as I'm putting the nights takings in the safe. I grab her again and kiss her, which she tells me "You think this is a game, but it won't last", and after a short making out she goes back upstairs.
I get upstairs, she leads me out the back of the bar out of sight and starts making out with me again, obviously I have no compunction about it by now and am eager just to get my hands on her.

Eventually we get everybody out for gone 2am, and I am told I'm giving her a lift home, to which we get in the car and we're instantly back on each other. We go for a drive and wind up out in the middle of nowhere, parked up in a layby on a tiny little country lane. We start talking about what happened, and how she's irritated that I have a GF, but that I kissed her. She tries to tell me that I must've known she's liked me for such a long time. I tell her that I couldn't have known as she seems to be like that with everyone, and that until she tried to kiss me on the Friday night I didn't know if it was just the alcohol that was what had made her try to kiss me the first time. She understood that, and we talked about how she had wanted me for such a long time, but thought herself such a fool for trying to kiss me the first time. She then told me that she's never really had a relationship with anyone as she has people she fucks, and people she likes, and never the twain shall meet. Until me. She really likes me for myself, my personality and the way we just suit each other, and obviously in a sexual way. I tell her about how much I've wanted her since I first laid eyes upon her. We talk then about her personality, as she likes new toys all the time; new gadgets, new clothes, new stuff all the time. I wanted to know whether it was just the thrill of a new thing, and that once played with and done with that it goes back on the shelf and is never wanted again, as that's what I don't want to become. She tells me she's not even sure if that's what it is, compounded by the fact that I belong to someone else and that I'm supposed to be unobtainable, but also that she wants more than anything to be with me. She also says that she intends to spend the remainder of the next 10 years working on Cruise ships.
She then says that she's not sure if I'm essentially just an itch that she has to scratch and that it would get me out of her system. I tell her "There's only one way to find out", to which she plants herself on me again. This time we kiss and kiss and eventually wind up getting naked in my car, I frig her off to the tune of 2 courses of multiple orgasms committing every moment to memory in case it never happens again. We don't fuck, but after eating her out and hearing her come so many times the 2 hours we spend at it become too much. We get dressed and I take her home, with her telling me that she wants to fuck me on the bosses desk. Kerry tells me she's going to kiss me again before she leaves to go back to the house, and we part for the day.

Then yesterday I knew I had to see her again before she goes away for another 4 months, and that I had to see if when she was sober she still felt the same. I pick her up after going for a meal with Barry, talking of nothing but her (and how she's said to him that on her wedding night she intends to perform the Selma Hyek dancer scene out of From Dusk Til Dawn for her husband!). We go for a drive and park up outside where I go to the gym, and we talk shit for an hour or so with me just resting my hands on her legs. She tells me she had better get back as she's done no packing, at which point I decide that I have to taste her lips again. We make out for another half hour at least, and we stop because she's leaving in a few hours. I take her home again, she kisses me passionately on her driveway and says goodbye.

She's as cold and dispassionate about people as I can be, and this makes it hard to read precisely what's going on... but it also makes her such a fucking ball-breaker!

I guess I'm posting this because I need some feedback on what I should do, I still love Lisa but I'm not sure that I can love her that much as I'm willing to do all that with Kerry? But if I'm not going to see Kerry for 2/3rds of the year? And what if I am just an itch that has been scratched, is it worth throwing away 7 years with a girl that is still devoted to me?

What would you guys do?

PS- thanks for reading.... I know it's fucking dull!

Here’s a few more of my sister in law and her mouth watering bubble butt. First pic is her when she was 19 in a red swimsuit. She always had these muscular legs u could crack nuts with from horse jumping. Her and my brother recently stayed over and I heard her showering with the door cracked open while everyone was at the store getting food for dinner. I was nervous as hell but took a quick video as I quickly walked by. Here are a few screenshots. I’m lucky she wasn’t facing my direction! I’ve been wanting to see her naked ass for years and now I have. I’ve already cum to these multiple times since they stayed here a couple weeks ago too. She has the ass a 20 year old would kill for. It’s so hard, bulbous, round, tight and bubbly for a 40 year old. I posted a few screenshots from this video last week but here are a couple more. Even my wife tells her she has a great ass. My brother recently told me she’s a huge squirter too. I just wish I could eat her ass out. She has such a deep crack and I swear from the small of her back to the tip of her cheeks they must stick out 7”-8”

Well, I'm going to confess to you about my terrible nylon fetish, you can read this if it turns you on because this is completely true. I didn't really mean to, but I've ended up writing a lot including about the time I was raped. So, if this shit turns you on, read on, but if you're fantasising about it I don't want to know because this did happen to me and it is painful to think about.

I'm a straight male teen, but I really want some nylons to wear. I hate how my body is starting to bulk and become more triangular, I also hate my bodily hair but don't want to shave it off or i'll be made fun of. I love having long legs and want to "neutral" looking slim body for a while but can't. I actually detest the male body, including my own, which is probably the explanation for my nylon fetish.

I really want to get some new nylons, but I'm too embarrassed to buy them from a store and my mail is always intercepted before it gets to me so I can't get anything online. I hate it, the ones I have no are ripped and stretched too much and stained and don't look sexy at all. I'm considering going out of town to buy nylons and just gritting my teeth about the embarrassment.

Despite all this, I don't actually like having this fetish at all. It possesses me, I have an alter ego. I call her Jess. Jess comes out when wear nylons, or sometimes, if I smoke cannabis, I become jess for real and put on a girls voice and act very girly.

I have this terrible nylon fetish. I think I have it for these reasons:
- Both of my old sisters (12 and 15 years older than me) used to carry me around on their feet when I was little, often whilst they wore nylon. I'd straddle their feet and they would "walk" with me. I used to love the feel of their nylon. I was a strange child, I remember being 6 or 7 and writing on a board in my room about wanting to have sex with a girl in my class, and how embarrassed I was when my sister read it and then would tease me about it. I can remember one time when I was about 7, I went into my sisters bedroom when I couldn't sleep and got into the younger of my two sisters beds and began cuddling her because I wanted sex, she must have been about 16 at the time. I kissed her on the cheek a few times and put my arms around her chest telling her I was cold. Nothing happened, she just acted innocently and carried me back to my bed, sat and talked to me for a while about general stuff (i don't remember what, nothing exciting) and then gave me one of the blankets from her bed.

- I used to steal their nylons, and got caught several times. I was always told they were not for boys, and that made them strictly taboo, and therefore more exciting. When asked why I couldn't describe why, I just said "they feel nice" and that was probably all I knew, because I didn't know much about sexual feelings at all.

- I don't find men attractive. I hate the male body, including my own. I think this is probably because when I was 8, I got molested by a 13 year old boy.

I've never told anyone this in real life, but I've posted it on here a few times. This is a genuine story and I'm not getting a kick out of writing this, it's a confession, coming from one fucked up person, so you can get a look into my physce and maybe understand why I'm in the dark corners of the internet. This boy was an older brother of a friend at school. Basically, I used to see his younger brother a lot as we were close friends and he would come to my house often, nothing gay we were just friends. During the summer I had a pool in my garden and he and his older brother came round.

Well, it was warm and we were in swim shorts, and the younger brother went to the toilet inside the house. This left me and his older brother in the garden shed (it's like a summer house) with his brother and he started telling me all these secrets that his brother and had told him about me. Petty stuff, like which girls I fancied, what trouble I had been in at school - he never knew about the nylons.

This boy picked up hammer that was in the shed and then threatened me to suck his cock. He never actually hit me, and that's what I'm ashamed of, but I was young and intimidated he was overwhelming me with blackmailed. This boy rolled down his trousers and told me to suck his dick unless he wanted everyone to know my secrets. I said I didn't want to and he started shouting at me. I was in the corner of the room and I did it. I didn't cry, I didn't feel anything, I just did it. I remember that taste, it didn't feel erotic at all, it just kind of felt like a finger. I didn't pull his foreskin back and he was still flaccid or maybe a semi. He didn't cum, and only did it 3 or 4 times. Maybe I was really bad at pleasing him, or maybe he came to his senses, or maybe he was interrupted. I don't remember everything, but he laughed at me and left and said don't tell anyone about this or I'll tell everyone you're gay for sucking a cock.

He stood there laughing and then walked out the garden. I was about to burst into tears and his brother returned and asked me what happened. I said nothing happened. He really wanted to know and I just yelled at him to get lost. He and his brother left.

I really hate that guy. He got away with violating me. He's made me question my sexuality for years and he's fucked me up emotionally. What else is very annoying, is he has a beautiful, absolutely stunning, girlfriend who's 4 years younger than him.

There is no karma is this world. He's got a beautiful girlfriend, while I'm a fucking creep with trust issues, sulking in the corner of the internet, questioning my own sexuality because he ruined my childhood. I've tried to kill myself many times, and considered finding a way to take him with me, but I've never had the guts to do any of it.

I struggle to trust anyone and I hate the male phesque. It makes me question my whole sexuality because of that. Basically, I want to be a girl because I hate men, including myself. The only way I feel femine and happy is with nylon. It lets me escape who I am and I become someone else.

I have considered what it I would need to have a sex change multiple times. I don't feel like I'm close to any of my family members (not even my sisters any more, they moved out when I was about 10 and I barely see them. They probably couldn't wait to get away from me). I often think though when my parents die, I'd have a sex change. However, being exceptionally tall at approximately 6ft 4, I'd hardly pass for female.

I really don't know what I should do. I guess this is just a confession rather than a question. I full expect a bunch of perverts with no morals at all to come troll me now or to call me a fag or gay. I'd rather you didn't, but hey this is the internet and I can't physically stop you, but maybe you'd understand why I am this way.

To nearly everyone, I'm a straight attractive slim tall male who does ok in society. No one knows about my dark secrets. I don't act gay or camp, or look female at all.

I’m search of a woman in Indianapolis area to meet up and fuck. Must be okay with multiple rounds and letting me eat your pussy and worship your feet. I will feed you more than dick! I’ll also pay for Message me !!! (26) male. women only !!!! 

This is a story of a guy that followed me around the mall and kept trying to attack me one day. It involves a bit of sexual assault but not as bad as it could have been. Also I skipped out on a lot of the details, especially with the touchy parts, even though I remember all the details. If it doesn’t make sense I can describe a lot more detail in comments or PM, but I’m skipping a lot of details to keep it from being a novel (I tend to ramble if I get started). And I apologize for this being so long. I was typing it on a word document and then pasted it here and saw it was so insanely huge.
To be honest I’m not really traumatized by what happened, and the experience wasn’t remotely as bad as some of the people on here have gone through so I don’t demand sympathy. In fact I’m not even really bothered by it as much as I should be (Is that weird?). It’s something that only I (and I guess the guys involved) know about and I like to keep it that way, which is why I didn’t report it or anything. In writing the whole thing down it makes me realize that I was pretty stupid. After the first situation I really should have learned better than to let myself get into the others (you'll understand if you read it), but I guess I kept shrugging things off and assuming that I could get out of all the situations without making a scene and getting police involved, even though in reality I was just lucky every single time. It was really stupid of me to not scream and thrash as much as I could, I don't even know why I couldn't manage that. Still, luck saved me and for that I ended up better than a lot of other people, and so I'm thankful for that.
I guess I’m just writing it so that somebody random can read it, since I want to keep it secret from my real life. Again I don't know how much sense my writing makes, hopefully enough.
Anyway on to the story for those who care to read it:
It happened in spring of 2012. It was the day my older sister, Amy, was graduating high-school. Pretty much her grad events started at like 10 AM for group pictures in the sunlight and stuff, then they had a break for about 4 hours to do what they wanted before everyone had to meet up for the convocation part. My sister and her friends all wanted to spend the break at a nearby mall, since we needed lunch/shopping and had time to kill. My mom drove us all to the mall and dropped us off there, having to drive home to pick up my step-dad and younger brothers who didn’t want to come with us in the morning.
When we got there Amy’s friends decided it would be fun to go have lunch in the gas station in the same parking lot. It had a little A&W attached and they thought it would be hilarious to go to a fast food restaurant and eat gross food dressed up in all fancy dresses. We got our burgers and sat down at one of the tall round tables with the high up stools so that their dresses stayed mostly off the floor. I didn’t have that problem since it wasn't my grad, so I was wearing a moderately short minidress. It was black, stretchy, and had the zipper on the front. Big dresses aren’t comfortable, plus there wasn’t a chance of it being stepped on and ripped (which happened to one of them at the dinner).
We were eating our lunch in the corner of the gas station where there were like four tiny round tables. As we were eating two guys came in and got some food. One of them, a chubbier fellow with a thick beard and a hat, went and sat down at one of the other tables but the other one decided to stop and chat with us. I guess the outfits made it pretty obvious it was grad time, and Amy’s friend Christine was in a super friendly mood and more than willing to chat with him about how awesome of a day it would be, even though he was probably like 50 years old and looked like a cross between a trucker and a homeless guy.
That was all fine with me, I’m not a talk-to-strangers type of person but I just ate my food and didn't get involved, however I did listen in. It was mostly the greasy guy chatting about all his grad stories, girls’ dresses getting ripped, guys falling through tables, a couple fights etc. however there were a lot of mentions about how good looking the girls were back then, as well as a few random compliments about how good all of us looked. He didn't seem entirely creepy, just so friendly it was awkward.
Anyway after I finished my meal the guy got up and left the building (leaving his friend still at the table), and after drinking my whole drink I really had to go pee. The other girls were not finished eating (because they do more talking than eating) and so I told Amy I was going to the washroom really quick and she just said to hurry up because they wanted to go to the mall soon. So I found the bathrooms and went in. They were on the other side of the convenience store near the refrigerated drinks through a door and a little hallway.
I finished in the washroom and went back out, but jumped in surprise as I opened the door since the chatty old dude was standing right in the door frame, staring down at me. He was certainly not on his way to the guy’s room. He must have come back inside and noticed I had gone to the washroom and decided to come visit me. He was partly blocking my way out while I stood with the door open. I’m not stupid and could tell what he wanted me for, since he was very obviously undressing me with his eyes as they looked me up and down. His stare was so intensely penetrating that I felt like I was already naked. I felt tempted to just strip down right there to save his imagination the effort, and by the look on his face his imagination was already doing a good enough job that he might not even notice the difference.
I knew I was in a dangerous spot, but I honestly couldn't think of a good way to get out of it. He was a very strong looking person and I was certainly not, so if I tried to push him out he would just push in harder. He hadn’t tried to grab me but I was easily within arm’s reach, and it looked like if I tried to scream he could quickly shut me up. He was standing in the door so I wouldn't be able to slam it shut, and I didn't want to step back into the washroom and let him in. All those options seemed they would end with a smile on his face, and definitely not a smile on mine.
The weird thing was this guy didn't seem at all like the person who had been talking to us before. It was him of course, but his entire attitude seemed to have flipped upside down. He no longer looked remotely friendly or full of energy like he was before. He must be really good at faking a friendly attitude, or else has multiple personalities or something. Now he just seemed terrifying and confident, to the point that I felt like there was no hope of me getting away, and that I the only thing I was supposed to do was lay down right there and let him do his thing. That feeling came in waves, sometimes so strong that several times I was very close to simply giving in and saving the effort of trying to avoid something that seemed guaranteed to happen.
Fortunately for me I always snapped out of that feeling quick enough. I knew I had to get out of there, but I didn’t want to try anything that could make him get violent, so I decided to try just assertively walking out the door. I was hoping that he was trying to seduce me in a non-violent way and that if I looked confident about leaving he would let me go. He was only blocking half the door, but unfortunately when I tried to walk by he casually leaned his arm across to get in my way. I pushed on it a little but he wouldn't move, and instead used his other hand to feel down my back, quickly coming to rest on my butt. I was getting a bit scared with him touching me but I still hoped I could get him to buzz off.
“Excuse me!” I said to him in that bitchy tone that always comes with those words. I pushed on his arm again, and he definitely knew I wanted to go but unfortunately was having none of it. He just leaned in and his other hand made its way around the bottom of my dress. It didn't take long for me to realize this was a failed attempt so I turned toward him and smacked his hand away. He responded by pushing me up against the door frame, pressing his body against me while his hands ran down my sides.
(Anyway I’m sure you all get the general idea of where this was going. In the interest of keeping it clean and short I’m going to skip all of this part and briefly summarize. Also because I tend to ramble, so I’ll just skip it entirely.)
Pretty much I tried to keep calm and wriggle away ineffectively for a while. I didn't want to make things get violent since if he started using his full strength I wouldn't have had any hope of getting away, but when I wiggled my way out he just shoved me against another wall. He ended up getting more aggressive and I just got scared to the point of being practically motionless for who knows how long. He kept whispering insults and gross comments about me and for some time I was convinced they were true.
Some sense kicked into me when he pinned me up against the door and I turned the handle, causing us both to tumble down onto the floor. This was followed by a few struggles that nearly ended with him on top of me, but ultimately had me kicking him right in the face with my pointy heel. It was such a good kick that it pretty much reduced him to a crying mess (which he deserved) and let me get out of there. The whole time I forgot to just scream for some reason, but it turned out fine since he was the one left crying on the bathroom floor.
(It probably doesn’t make sense when shortened that much so you can ask questions in PM or comments and I’ll elaborate. If it weren’t for character limits I would end up rambling on with paragraphs about every moment.)
We left the A&W and I didn’t tell anyone or call the police, simply because I had gotten away before anything terrible happened and I really didn’t want to ruin Amy’s grad day by having the police come. Also because if I told anyone then everybody would be sympathizing and checking if I was okay rather than celebrating Amy’s success, which was something she desperately needed since she was kind of depressed. You can call me an idiot for that if you like, but at the time I thought it was the best decision and I really didn’t want to deal with the police anyway. I wasn’t traumatized or anything and I know it could have been much worse. Most of the stories on here are WAY more horrifying than what happened to me. I guess it was made a bit better by the fact that I gave him what he deserved in the end.
As I left the washroom I noticed the other guy was still at his table, finished his food. He was staring at me, but pretending not to. Since the two knew each other I assumed he must have known what had went on in there. Maybe he was keeping watch to make sure greasy trucker guy had me all to himself, or the more likely situation that he was waiting for trucker guy to finish so he could have his turn with me, in which case he was probably very upset that I was out of the bathroom, or that I was still wearing a dress! Either way I’m glad he was out here instead of both of them meeting me in there. I barely had it in me to fight off one pervert; had both come then I don't think it would have taken much convincing for me to do what they wanted. Then again maybe he was totally innocent and I was just being really suspicious.
We had to go to the mall to get movies and snacks for the next day, since the girls were planning to celebrate graduating by doing absolutely nothing productive for as many days as they could manage. We spent a solid half hour or so looking through a tiny local movie trader in the mall and while we were there guess who showed up? Greasy trucker guy! Sadly his face was not as broken as I had hoped it was, although there was a clear cut on his cheekbone.
Trucker guy came in and saw us looking for movies, and once again inserted himself into our group and started talking enthusiastically with the chattier girls in the group. I had resolved beforehand to not make a big deal out of what happened and I still wasn’t going to, even though he had deliberately pushed in between me and Amy to use himself as a wall so nobody would see him put his hand on my butt. I tensed up a bit but didn’t make a scene about it, since I had decided to not let what happened interfere with grad day and to be honest this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do in the gas station. I pushed his hand away gently a few times but it always ended up back right away, a bit more firmly each time. Eventually I just decided to put up with it for the time being and pretended to read some DVD cases. For quite a while he managed to carry on a perfectly friendly and innocent chat with the girls about what movies are good, all while stealthily trying to claw my dress up.
It was actually impressive how he managed to be so friendly when his only real motive was to cop a feel of me. Clearly I hadn’t given him as many of those as I was supposed to back in the gas station. I had resolved before not to make a big deal out of any of this, and if I could let the other stuff slide then this certainly wasn’t a big deal in comparison. He was clever and persistent, and subtle at least, and it’s not like anyone was noticing. Plus I didn’t think he could really do much more than that without drawing attention to himself, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I think he knew that I was never going to report him so he wasn’t afraid of doing this in public, and it seemed like he was going to keep trying to go further. I guess he had no reason not to as long as I was just standing there letting him do whatever he wanted.
I figured the things he started doing were getting so obvious everyone should have noticed, but none of the girls did and they kept chatting. To be honest I still wasn’t too bothered, since I knew eventually we would leave and nobody but us two would have any idea, however what worried me is actually getting caught like that since I didn’t want anyone to know that I had let some old dude grope me in public. I couldn’t tell him off without everyone knowing that, but I realized it wasn’t like he was going to attack me for trying to move away. I pretty much spent the next however long shuffling about the movie store acting interested in random things. He’d follow me around casually to put his moves on me but I never gave him a long enough before I went elsewhere. Eventually he got tired of not getting anywhere and said his goodbyes to everyone and skittered off.
After getting our movies we had to go to the attached Wal-Mart for snacks and all the junk food and pop we could find. We still had time before my mom was supposed to come get us so we killed a bit of time there as well, since we bolted through all the food isles grabbing stuff and had enough junk food to feed a fat army. We spent about half an hour going through the electronics section. My family used to play a lot of Wii games (and some Xbox) so we were browsing the games aisle for a long time. One of the girls decided to buy a DS game and went looking for the attendant to get it out of the cabinet. While she was gone Chris looked in the cart and decided we still needed Munchies. Since they were still waiting for the game they asked me to run and get some while they waited here so I headed back to the food section, snagged a huge bag of the stuff, and started back.
Walking down a main aisle again I looked ahead and noticed old trucker dude yet again. I realized at this point that he was going to keep following us until we either vanished or he got what he wanted. He was between me and the electronics section and hadn’t noticed me yet so I ducked into a side aisle full of furniture and decided to go around a different way so I could not have to run into him. The electronics were a section in the middle and I figured I’d just go around and meet up with Amy before he saw me, however when I got to the main aisle on the other side I saw him again walking down an aisle toward where I was. He still hadn’t noticed me since I saw him through the shelves but I still didn’t want to run into him so I went down another isle. We played unintentional cat and mouse throughout a good chunk of the store.
I ended up in a section close to the gardening section at the back corner of the store with the tall shelving everywhere. I figured by now he knew I was in the store and was looking for me so as long as he didn’t see me I would be fine. I was at the end of an aisle at the back wall. Nobody was around were I was and there were only a couple people down near the main aisle on the other end. One of them was trucker guy, wandering down the main aisle glancing down either side. The aisle near me had a bunch of bins and storage stuff and it was possible for me to look over them through the shelves and watch him. By the looks of it he couldn’t see me. I watched him stealthily since if I tried to leave the end of the isle he would see me. He looked back and forth a few times down the last aisle.
When he finally turned away and started down the other direction I breathed a sigh of relief. However apparently I was watching so intently I didn’t notice footsteps behind me until it was too late, and I suddenly felt two arms around me from the back. One of the hands covered my mouth for a time, although I tend not to scream when I’m scared anyway. After a few moments I saw the trucker guy turn around and head back toward me. I knew the person behind me was the other one from the gas station because I could feel his rough beard on my neck, and I figured they must have been trying to herd me away from the busy part of the store so they could trap me, which I apparently fell for like an idiot.
(Here’s another part that I’ll be skipping a lot of details on.)
I was still holding the bag of munchies in one hand for some reason, but the other was free to try and push him away, although it didn’t work. By the time I realized I’d never push him off like that, trucker guy showed up around the corner and I was immediately stuck between them. I couldn’t push away, there was nobody else in sight, and Amy would never look for me in this corner of the store, so I quickly resigned myself to my current role as the tasty filling of their human sandwich. Thankfully neither of them got to enjoy their filling for very long since we eventually heard loud footsteps from a couple aisles over. To be honest I hoped for a moment whoever was there would go away, because I didn’t want anybody to see what I was doing. Luckily trucker dude let go of me, walked over to the other aisle and started talking cheerily to the person there, leaving me in the arms of the chubby (less strong) guy.
He seemed to be under the impression that at this point I wasn't going to resist anything, so he wasn’t really restraining me. I waited a little while until he was not paying attention and smashed my elbow into the side of his head, and I was able to get away without giving trucker dude time to get back and put me back in my place between them. I even made it out with my bag of munchies. I was really lucky that person showed up in the next aisle, even though he hopefully had no idea what was going on, since without him I was completely expecting to be there until they got bored of me.
Neither of them really chased me, which is good because with the heels I was wearing they could have crawled and caught me. I guess they knew they failed and didn’t want to make a scene, and trucker dude knew I wouldn't make a scene on my own if they left me alone. I was in the clear again and wasn’t worried about them trying something in any places with other people so I resolved to stick next to Amy for good.
When I got back to Amy and the others, they were leaving the electronics and I gave them their food. I got a “What took so long” response, but I didn’t tell them that less time was spent getting the food than was spent trying to escape from touchy perverts. We went to the checkout lines but they only had one open and we had to wait in line for a long time.
Unfortunately I hadn’t seen the last of my admirer, and while we were standing in line I noticed him on the other side of the registers standing by the bathrooms staring at me. I made eye contact by accident and he nodded his head toward the bathrooms with a sly grin, obviously wanting me to join him (and probably his friend) inside. He somehow must have thought I was just playing hard to get, and just teasing him by kicking him and trying to escape. I guess in his backward way of thinking, being felt up in the gas station, followed through the mall, and grabbed at in the back of a Wal-Mart would fill any girl’s stupid, horny brain with such overpowering desire that I couldn’t possibly resist jumping into the washroom to let him finally have his way with me.
As sarcastic as that was, it’s a little embarrassing to admit that I was actually, for some reason, tempted to go over there, and I have no idea why I would even think that while knowing what they would do with me. Unfortunately for him I decided that it would be a bad idea to go into the washroom with them (duh). We all left together and as we walked past the bathrooms he didn’t look as disappointed as I expected, considering I was being such a fun wrecker. Maybe he still held out hope that I was going to give in to my lust and crawl back to him, but more likely he had gotten enough satisfaction from everything else that day even if I left without giving him the entire experience, although I’m sure his imagination had no trouble filling all the holes.
We left the mall and were picked up by my mom in her van. I sat through the convocation while my sister got her awards and diploma. It was all pretty boring to be honest; especially compared to how unpleasantly exciting my day had been so far. The rest of the day went really well and was lots of fun, however the whole day I kept thinking I would run into those guys again, since they kept finding me in the mall. While we were taking pictures outside the church where the convocation was I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of trucker dude in the far side of the parking lot for just a moment, although I was almost certainly seeing things as there was no way he could have found out where we were. Still I didn’t want to go and investigate on the off chance it was actually him, since there would be the remote possibility of being dragged into some white van to be used and left in a back alley, which really didn’t appeal to me.
By the end of the day I was past it all though and I was able to totally enjoy the dinner and dance afterward and have lots of fun. It’s not like I forgot about it, obviously I haven’t, but it wasn’t hard to deal with in the end. I’m totally okay and always have been, and I’m still confident I made the right decision in not telling anyone about it, even if everyone here thinks it was a stupid idea. It wouldn’t have improved my life to get the police involved, but it certainly would have ruined Amy’s grad, and I would have been a terrible sister and friend to do that when she was already so upset about her own life.
Anyway that’s the story. Hopefully it’s still good for this board. Any comments, questions, etc. are welcome. I’m totally good with just talking or answering anything because, as I said, I’m not traumatized by it

I'm a man, and I like the taste of my own cum. Sure, I'll admit it (anonymously, hahahaha).

I had one long-term gf who swallowed. She said she actually didn't like it, but had that 'I'm a tough girl, I'll do it to keep my man happy' attitude. So she'd do it, make a funny face and then chase it with a Coke, lol. Next girlfriend didn't wanna do it, thought it was gross. I talked her into it anyway, and just cumming in her mouth was too much for her to handle. She'd start literally coughing and gagging like she was gonna puke, and spit it out every time. Said she simply couldn't handle it because it was too nasty.

This both pissed me off and honestly hurt my feelings. Even when the sex/bj was good it'd ruin the whole ending.

So I finally said, Fuck it, I need to find out if my cum is really as bad as they say. And I'm as straight as they come, the idea grossed myself out, and I honestly backed out the first couple times I went to try it.

Finally I did it. I jerked off, came and let it run down my shaft. I ran my fingers down it to get a little on them, took a deep breath, and tasted it. And you know what? It tasted good.

I was shocked. It was salty and sweet at the same time. So I kept sampling it, especially when my diet fluctuated. It pretty much tasted the same every time, which was really fucking good.

The best part about it, was knowing I thought it tasted good was super-empowering. I would no longer tolerate a lover who acted like my cum was gross. Because my cum is fucking delicious. Any woman who said otherwise was no longer worthy of it or my time.

So then fast forward, and I start seeing another woman. She was actually married at the time, but preparing to divorce her husband. A lot of the new sex was typically vanilla, but I finally brought out some nasty talk and worked in her swallowing my cum into the convo. She said she doesn't do that. I was really liking her, so my heart sank. I pressed for reasons why, details. She said she tried for her husband, the only man she ever let cum in her mouth, but it was gross and made her gag, she said it tasted like rotten mushrooms.

I liked this woman a lot, but I was sticking to my guns. I needed to find out if this was gonna work, so I told her she was swallowing my load tonight and I wasn't taking no for an answer.

Later she was sucking my cock, knowing what was gonna happen. I had both my hands resting softly on the back of her head, but prepared to grip and hold firm if she tried to abort. Since I'm still a fucking gentleman, I jerked off a few hours earlier hoping that would make a smaller load for her, because according to past lovers and the porn I watch, I do produce a larger than typical load. I warned it when it was very close, so she could slow down and be ready. She was nervous and it was written all over her face that she was prepared to be grossed out. I pulled back a but so only the head of my cock was in her mouth.

I did grip her head when I came, but she didn't try to pull away. She held still with her eyes closed tight and the grossed out look on her face. Then her face slowly relaxed and her eyes opened super-wide. I pulled the head of my cock out of her mouth, and she swallowed. She looked at me, all pleasantly surprised and exclaimed, "Wow, that wasn't bad at all!" Jackpot. She described my cum just like I did; salty but sweet and surprisingly good.

She's divorced and I'm still with her, and I rewarded her handling my cum by showing that I can handle it too. Admittedly at first it caught her off guard, the first time I went down on her after cumming in her pussy. She was like, "Are you sure?" I simply said, "Fuck yeah. It's just us, your juices, mine, it's all us. I'm not not afraid of what our lust brings out of us."

Selling it like that sounds cheesy, but it also helped win her over on herself. She said she wasn't a big fan of how she tasted to herself, but me eating her pussy filled with my own cum further took away any excuses not to taste herself. So now she sucks my cock after it's been in her pussy, something she's never been willing to do in the past.

And now our sex is amazing. We'll switch between fucking and sucking multiple times. She'll cum on my cock then lick me clean. Hell, we'll cum simultaneously and she'll lick me clean. She'll tell me she's especially willing to give me blowjobs since I'm willing to kiss her right afterward. Or we'll fuck, I'll cum in her pussy, we'll cuddle for a bit to recover, then we'll 69 to start round 2.

So the advice I'd give to vanilla males out there, don't be scared to try stuff you might think is gross. Your sex life will thank you.

COLLEGE BOY
Mom/son elit. Slow burn. Multiple parts.

"It seems like just yesterday I was dropping you off for your first day of school and tomorrow I'm sending you off to college!" Sarah shook her head as she looked her son up and down, tears brimming in her eyes. "Your dad would be so proud of you. You've grown into such a wonderful young man."

Andrew smiled at his mother and put his arm around her shoulders. "Aw c'mon, mom, don't cry!" He wiped a tear from her cheek with his free hand, then wrapped that arm around her too and held her in a strong hug, resting his chin on the top of her head as her arms slid round his waist. "We've got tonight together, right?" He felt her nod. "So, what shall we do?" She shrugged and squeezed him in a hug of thanks as he kissed the top of her head.

Sarah stepped back, her hands on her son's hips, tilting her face to look up at him. He's really shot up this year, she thought to herself, smiling at him. And gotten so handsome, too. She moved one hand up to cup his cheek. "My goodness, Andy. You are going to break some hearts at college for sure!" She brushed the remnants of tears from her face as she turned away and headed into the kitchen. "I say we order some take-out, get into our pyjamas, and get a movie playing, what do you think?" She looked over her shoulder at him as she opened the drawer with the take-out menus in.

He watched her walk away, trying to quell the thoughts of what he would really like to do tonight... it was probably a good idea he was going away to college, really. His libido had been in overdrive this summer and, whenever he'd had a chance at some alone time to deal with it, his thoughts had turned increasingly to his mother.

She was so beautiful to him, with her curly, auburn hair that spilled over her shoulders and rested on the shelf of her soft breasts. Sure, her figure was a little fuller these days, and she had a slight belly, but it gave her those gorgeous rounded hips that swayed when she walked (almost like she was trying to entice him on purpose) and a beautiful bum atop thick thighs. He had imagined parting those thighs many times this summer, aching to discover the forbidden pussy nestled between them. And now he'd made himself horny!

"Well?" His mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, her head tilted to one side, a menu in each hand, looking at him like she was expecting an answer.

"What? Sorry..." he mumbled, hoping his pants weren't showing any signs of what he'd been thinking about.

"Pizza or Chinese?" Sarah asked again. "You're gonna need to pay more attention when people talk to you, college boy!" She smiled.

"Uh... Pizza" he chose, and stepped forward hurriedly to try and pluck the menu from her hand.

She moved the menu behind her back and waggled the one for their local chinese place in front of his face "You sure? You know you love their dumplings..."

He smiled and reached behind his mom's back to try and grab the Pizza menu "I really fancy carbs and cheese, mom" he answered as she tried to evade him.

"But... think of the noodles.... and the pork belly!" She wriggled away as he made another grab for the Pizza menu. "And those lovely little spring rolls with the dipping sauce.. mmm!" She licked her lips and raised one eyebrow at him.

"You want Chinese, don't you, mom?" He laughed, advancing on her as she edged away until the backs of her legs hit the side of the sofa and she let out a surprised yelp as she tumbled back over the arm, collapsing into giggles as she lay on the cushions, looking up at him. "Naw, you win," she conceded from her prone position. He laughed too, and looked her over, unable to ignore the fact that in this position the tops of her breasts in her tight pink top were brushing up against her chin. She pulled a face at him and made as if to hand him the menu but whipped it away again before he could grab it. "On one condition. Help your mother up first, will you?" She asked.

He moved to the end of the sofa, standing between her legs, looking down at her and logging this particular view in his memory for a later date. She put the menus on the back of the couch and reached out to him, his strong hands taking hers and pulling her up so they were chest to chest, her face so close to his... he was so like his father. Her heart skipped a beat as he exhaled and she felt his breath against her skin.

"Thank you, sweetheart" she said, softly, her hands still wrapped in his, her chest fluttering. Oh yes, she would be very sad to wave him off tomorrow. He'd been the only man in her life for so long now, the focus of her love and affection, even if some of her thoughts had been less than motherly at times... but, she thought, it was only natural that occasionally her mind might wander into forbidden territory. She'd never tell a soul, of course, or do anything about it, but she'd definitely thought about his manhood more than she should. She'd washed his sheets and underwear, she was under no illusion that he was grown up now, and she often wondered what he thought about when he pleasured himself.

Many times she'd hoped (foolishy, she thought) that the images he looked at, or videos he watched, contained women that looked a bit like her, but now, with her mature body pressed against his young form, she wondered, briefly, if he might feel the same.

"Any time, mom" he replied, equally softly, incredibly aware of the fact that he had her pinned to the side of the couch. He didn't step back, but she didn't seem to want him to, anyway. She inhaled shakily and looked up at him, her large, dark eyes taking in his features.

"We should order..." she murmured, but made no move to extricate herself from his grasp, and her eyes darted to his mouth then back up to meet his gaze. She cleared her throat. "Do you know what you want?"

Andrew nodded slowly and relaxed his grip on his mother's hands, spell broken. He thought he'd sensed something, but... perhaps his teen imagination was running away with him. "Yeah," he took a half a step back, reluctant to break away, but she had been leaning against him and stumbled slightly as the support was removed. He tightened his hold on her hands again and laughed nervously. "You ok?"

"Yes. Yeah," she blushed and let out the breath she'd been holding. "I think I need a drink," she said quietly, squeezing his hands before releasing them and stepping sideways to go around him. Andy sighed quietly, looking down at his slightly bulging jeans, and shook his head.

Sarah walked to the kitchen, cursing herself internally for almost giving into temptation. She only needed to make it through tonight without making a spectacle of herself and then she'd be safe.

Andy grabbed the menus and followed his mom into the kitchen. He watched as she got a wine glass from the cupboard and when she bent to get a bottle of red from the rack under the counter he grabbed the bottle opener from the drawer.

"Want me to do that?" He asked, waving the corkscrew at her and crossing the distance between them in a couple of steps as she nodded her response.

"What will I do without you?" She mused, stroking his upper arm with her hand, feeling that little spark again.

"Well, let's see..." he began working the corkscrew into the bottle as he spoke to his mom. "You'll probably have to employ someone to open your wine bottles'" he teased, and Sarah nudged him playfully. "You'll have more space," he continued. "Less mess, spend way less on take out..." he finally pulled the cork out and his mom lifted her glass.

"But I'll miss you," Sarah said, looking lovingly at him and slipping her free hand around his waist. He filled her proffered glass then put the bottle on the counter as she leant her head against his chest.

"I'll miss you too, mom," he replied, his arm around her back, hand falling naturally to her hip. He squeezed gently, savouring the feel of her body against his, wishing he could just give in to his desires.

Sarah nodded quietly and took a mouthful of wine, then looked at the menus on the counter. "Ok." She snapped herself out of her thoughts and put her glass down beside the bottle. Looking at him she reached up to cup his face again. "We should order!" She rose up on tiptoe and went to place a kiss on Andy's cheek but he unexpectedly turned his face to hers and their lips met.

It was like an electric jolt for Sarah and her body began to respond in spite of her shame. She should have pulled back, she knew, but she lingered on the kiss, holding herself against her son, her nipples hardening, pussy moistening, until she felt his hand move to her face.

It snapped her out of it and she pulled back. Andy seemed innocently surprised, and she felt awful. "Shit," she muttered, snatching her hand back from his face and stepping away, feeling her cheeks and chest flush pink with embarassment. "Sorry..." She took another swig of wine and began to babble. "Pizza, right? What do we want?"

Andy was reeling... they just kissed..."Mom?"

She opened the menu. "Pepperoni? Hawaiian?"

"Mom..." Could she feel the same?

"One each? Or shall we go half and half?"

"Mom," Andy stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling a stirring in his pants again. Sarah inhaled as his hands moved down her arms to her elbows and he turned her around to face him. "Hey, look at me."

But Sarah couldn't meet her son's eyes, she pressed her lips together and clenched her fists. "Mom, please."

"I'm sorry, Andy, I shouldn't have-"

"Mom!" He raised his voice over hers and gripped her arms again, a little harder this time. She looked up at him, suprised at his tone. "You have no idea, do you?" He smiled slightly and shook his head a little bashfully, stroking the skin on her upper arms with his thumbs.

Sarah dropped her gaze again but unclenched her fists when she noticed the gentle bulge in the front of her son's pants. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising, trembling as her pulse quickened. Andy bent to press his forehead on his mother's. She could feel the heat from his body so close to hers, knew she wouldn't be able to resist if he insisted.

"Andy...." she tilted her face up to protest but he found her mouth with his. They kissed again, deeper this time. His hands moved up to her neck and face as hers found his hips and she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants. Sarah parted her lips slightly, accepting her son's tongue, sucking gently on it, kissing him like a grown up. He groaned as his cock stirred and he moved his hands to her waist, breaking the kiss as he lifted her up to sit her on the counter.

Andy took a step back and smiled at his mother. She was flustered, her chest and neck were pinker than her top, her nipples making firm peaks in the cotton. Her hands were gripping the edge of the counter as she looked him over, feeling like a teenager herself.

Andy kept eye contact with her as he unbuttoned his shirt, his mind racing. Was it really happening? He saw her take the hem of her own shirt in her hands, watched her lift it up off over her head, revealing her lacy bra, and told himself it was. Finally!

He opened his shirt and put his hands on her knees, pushing them apart as he stepped beween her legs and stole another kiss. She slipped his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, freeing them, and dropped it on the kitchen floor behind him.

He unclasped her bra and exposed her amazing tits, cupping one in each hand, his thumbs teasing her firm nipples now, tender with arousal. "Oh jesus," she murmured, her lips brushing his, and gave in to her feelings completely. She wrapped her legs and arms around her son and felt his hard erection pressing between her legs. Sarah rocked her hips on the edge of the counter as she made out with her son, grinding against him, wanting to take him inside her.

Andy moaned again and reached behind him to unwrap his mom's legs from around his waist. He took a step back and began fumbling with his pants, looking between his mom's loving face and her perfect chest. Sarah could hardly believe her fantasy was coming true, but she figured he was leaving in the morning, so she might as well lean into it and give him a reason to come home and visit!

"Want mommy to help, sweetie?" She asked, smiling, and watched him nod, wordlessly. She slipped off the counter and placed her hand on his chest, dragging it down his body as she dropped gently to her knees in front of him. She deftly unfastened his pants and worked them and his boxers down off his hips, looking up at him again as his hard cock sprang free and stood to attention for her.

Andrew held his breath as he felt his mom's hands slide down his legs, his eyes meeting hers. She pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles, then rose up on her knees so her bare breasts pressed against his thighs and balls. His cock twitched against her chest, making her ache to feel it inside her.

Sarah wrapped her hand around the base of her son's cock and held it firmly as she kissed the tip, her tongue slipping out to flick over the swollen head before taking it into her mouth. Andrew nearly collapsed. One hand reached out for the counter, the other rested on her head, his breath catching as he swore.

"Andy!" Sarah looked up at her son. "Language...." she grinned playfully and took him back into her mouth as he rolled his eyes and let out a breathy laugh that turned into another moan.

"Oh my god, mom..." it was so much more intense than he'd imagined. The feeling of her hands on his body, her mouth taking him in... he briefly wondered if her pussy would exceed expectations too and almost came right then!

But Sarah was experienced, she took her son's youthful cock deep into her mouth and let her chin against his balls. He was so hard! She could feel him throbbing against her tongue and it made her even wetter. She pulled back and concentrated on his helmet, swirling her tongue around it and using her lips to rub up and down over the ridge where it met his shaft which she continued to stroke with her right hand. Her left cupped his balls and gently fondled them.

"Mom... mom, no..." Sarah heard the hitch in his breathing, felt the nervous grip of his hand in her hair, and knew her son was going to cum for her.

"It's ok, sweetie," she whispered, still stroking his beautiful cock, kissing the tip and opening her mouth to lay his swollen head on her tongue.

"But..." Andy wanted to tell her he wanted more, that he needed to taste her too, to feel her pussy lips part for his cock and coat it with her juices, but he made the mistake of looking down at her beautiful face, her mouth open and ready for his cum, and suddenly he couldn't speak, or even think properly.

The orgasm was sudden and strong, he groaned as jet after jet of thick white semen shot from his cock tip and coated his mom's face and tongue. He shuddered as she kept stroking him, her mouth closing around his helmet again, gently sucking to be sure of getting every last drop of her son's seed, her expression one of pure happiness.

When she was done Sarah licked her lips and sat back on her heels, looking up at her son. She felt a little bashful all of a sudden, and held her hands out for him to help her up.

Andy took his mom's hands and pulled her up and into a strong embrace, kissing her salty lips with such passion that she relaxed again immediately and melted into his arms.

*****

Let me know if you want to see what Sarah and her son get up to next.

One random Friday I was sitting in my Chicago apartment drinking a beer and watching TV. Around 7, my phone rang. It was "Karen," one of my booty calls at the time. It was early so I was kinda confused; we normally never called each other until at least midnight, even on weekdays:

Tucker "You drunk already?"
Karen "Hehe. No baby. What are you up to right now?"
Tucker "Nothing. Watching Morimoto make some crazy mushroom cr�me brulee. Battle Porcini on Iron Chef."
Karen "Uhhh, OK. Well...I am going on some silly blind date tonight that my friend set me up on...but I was wondering if I could swing by your place and get a protein shake first?"

Very nice. Karen is obviously making an attempt to move up from Irregular Booty Call to Head Dick Sucker.

Tucker "Yeah, sure. Just come on by. I'll be here."
Karen "Cool. I'll see you soon."
Tucker "Hey baby--bring me some beer."

Not even ten minutes later, she rolled into my place...with a 12 pack of Miller Light. Karen's going to have to learn the difference between good beer and watered down horse piss if she wants to move up in my Ho Hierarchy.

She got right down to business because her date started in less than 30 minutes. I kept watching the Iron Chef, because come on, Morimoto is a genius. Plus, I've seen the show Karen was putting on before. It's really good, but it's been in syndication for months; you don't really need to pay attention till the ending.

I wasn't supposed to meet my friends until 10, so when she left around 8 I just kept drinking at my place. I started thinking about how fucking cool it was that I had a girl coming over to my place to suck me off before she went out on a date. I may not be Hugh Heffner, but I doubt many guys pull something like that off on a regular basis.

Then I started feeling bad for her date. This poor schmuck had no idea that the girl whose chair he was pulling out and buying dinner for and being nice to had her lips wrapped around my cock not even a hour earlier. God forbid if this poor dude kisses her goodnight. I wonder if it'll cross his mind that even with beer breath, her mouth shouldn't taste that salty.

But in a way, I didn't feel that bad for him. You can't make a ho into a housewife, and when you take one out on a date, you aren't helping your chances. I guess some guys never learn.

Of course, he had no idea what she was like; after all, that was the whole point of the date. I guess it just goes to show, you never really can tell...

OH SHIT!!

HOW MANY GIRLS HAVE DONE THIS TO ME??

I shot up from the couch in shock, spilling beer all over myself.

Has this ever happened to me? Have I ever been the sucker that took a girl out after she bought beer for another guy and then blew him?

Oh.My.God--it has to have happened to me. HAS TO. I've been out with so many women, there is just about no way that this hasn't happened to me. And considering the moral fortitude of many of the girls I've hooked up with--suspect at best, wretched prostitute at worst--it is damn near certain that I've been That Guy at least once.

I mean, if Karen does this for me, why not for other guys too? I am pretty fucking cool, but there are other cool guys in the world besides me. Or so my friends tell me. Plus, it's not like I've always known what I now know about women. I could have easily been the sucker many times in my life.

And why stop at dick sucking? How many girls have I slept with that were with other guys the same day as me? Or went from another guy right to me? With out even cleaning up?

I wouldn't even know would I? HOW? HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW? There is no way I could tell, short of smelling the semen on her breath. Would I even smell it? Smell it--WHAT ABOUT TASTE IT?

Oh dear god. Please tell me that I haven't tasted it. I need to go vomit.

I stomped around my apartment for the two hours until I met my friends out. I explained the whole situation to them and they laughed, made fun of me, and told me to get over it. I wasn't having it:

Tucker "How can you be so cavalier about this? This is my mental health at stake! I can't be hooking up with seconds THE SAME DAY. That's for losers and douche bags, NOT Tucker Max!"
Friend "Well apparently not, Sloppy Joe."
Tucker "Aren't you just the comedian?"
Friend Tucker, haven't you done this to girls before? You know, fucked one in the morning, then gone out and picked up another and fucked her?"

This person is no longer my friend. Like I wasn't already mind-fucked enough tonight.

Tucker "SO WHAT? IT'S DIFFERENT!"
Friend "How?"
Tucker "BECAUSE IT'S ME!"
Friend "Wait--didn't you just get YOUR dick sucked tonight? And now you're out trying to get laid?"

Tucker "FUCK YOU!!"
Friend "Dude, it's happened to all of us, and we've all done it to others. Women are women, men are men. This happens to everyone."
Tucker "FUCK THAT. I AM TUCKER MAX. I AM BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU. THIS SHIT DOES NOT HAPPEN TO ME!"
Friend "Oh man; Is it going to be one of those nights with you?"

I drank, and drank, and drank, yet I was still unable to drown the thought that I'd been totally played by multiple women, and didn't even know which ones had done it to me.

That might have been the worst part--not knowing. Well, that and the prospect that I have at some point kissed a girl who still had semen caked to her teeth from 45 minutes ago. I know of at least one ex-girlfriend that cheated on me, but we were long distance and I fucked more than Caligula when I was dating her, so I wasn't pissed about that. But what about all those girls I thought were all wrapped up in me? How many of them fucked other people behind my back? Literally?

What also fucked me up was that women were doing the same thing to me that I was doing to them, except I didn't even know they were doing it. For the entirety of my life up to that point I thought I had the upper hand, that I was the player and not the playee when in fact, I was possibly just another chump. The illusion of control was shattered. Needless to say, this little revelation colored my perspective for the rest of the night. If by "colored my perspective" I mean "totally fucked me up beyond all repair."

Sometimes, too much to drink is still not enough. I needed therapy to bury my anxiety, and alcohol was going to be my counselor. Yes friends, this was going to be one of "those" nights.

At the first bar I went around quizzing girls about how often this sort of thing happens:

Tucker "Let me ask you a question: Have you ever sucked off one guy, then went on a date with another guy right after? Like that same night? Or fucked another guy right after you blew a different guy, but without telling the second one?"

Girl "EXCUSE ME?"
Tucker "Don't play coy with me."

As you can imagine, this made me very popular with the ladies.

At bar two, I ordered at least three rounds of shots in the first ten minutes. I kept making toasts like this one:

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The bitch gave me head,
And some other guy too."

My toasts to cuckoldry got the attention of a group of girls, and they came over to talk to us. My friends, who had not yet consigned all the women of earth to a fiery death and eternal damnation, made up a story about me to explain my behavior. They told the girls that I had just broken up with my girlfriend who I was in love with and to not pay attention to anything I said. It was my first night out and I was bitter and mean. I helped enforce this lie with the toast I gave to the next round of shots:

"This shot feels so good, this shot feels so right,
I can't believe she fucked me and another guy tonight.
To drown my pain, I bought this alcohol at the store,
Because let's face it: All women are whores."

Greased by the bullshit story that I had been dumped, the girls actually thought that I was funny. One of them tried to console me by switching the subject to music. I told her I was a country music fan, which is not even remotely true.

Girl "Really! I like to make up my own lyrics to country music songs. Like, you know that one song, Let's Get Drunk and Screw? I like to pretend the lyrics are Let's Wait in Line for Shoes."
Tucker [I stare blankly at her for a good ten seconds]
Girl [Still trying to be cheery] "Isn't that funny?"
Tucker You are making me stupider."
Girl "What!?!?"
Tucker [Wait for it...wait for it...] "I bet you've sucked miles of dick."
She immediately turned away and as she walked off stuttered, "You're, you're...a JERK!"
Tucker "Have another shot? DON'T MIND IF I DO!"

That pretty much sealed our fate at bar two. Bar three presented some ample targets, but I was still too head fucked to do anything, so my friends planted me at a table and went looking for girls on their own.

After about three seconds I got bored and started wandering around. I snatched some pink drink off the bar as the girl who owned it looked the other way, took a sip, and immediately spit it out. A girl on the other side of me used this to initiate conversation:

Girl "Gross?"
Tucker "Yeah, it tastes like ass."
Girl "I like ass."
Tucker "What's your name?"

Had it been any other night, I would have turned this little gem into a tongue up my ass crack. Not tonight. Tonight, it was only a matter of time before I fucked it up.

Tucker "But be honest--would you ever eat out one guys ass and then come kiss me the same day?"

And I'm spent.

My friends were doing well with this one group of girls and looked to be on the way to hook-up victory...until I decided that I wanted to hear the sound of breaking glass, and we all got kicked out.

We ended up going to a late night club. When we got there, I was so drunk the bouncer almost didn't let me in. My last clear memory is my friend grabbing me at the bar after I ordered a double something, and trying to calm me down:

Friend "Dude, you've had too much. This is bordering on dangerous."
Tucker "The only dangerous amount is none!"
Friend "How many drinks did you have at the last place?"
Tucker "You're counting MY drinks? If you want to act like my liver accountant then you can pay the bill too."
Friend "I PAY YOUR BAR TABS ANYWAY!"
Tucker "I'M FAMOUS--WOMEN CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"

They sat me in a corner and went back out on the prowl. One or two more drinks later, I decided that I was going to dance. Completely immersed in my indignant self-pity on the dance floor, I found my savior.

In the corner of the club, dancing alone, I found the person that I could trust. I found my one. My soul mate. The person who would never betray me and who would love me forever and never fuck anyone else behind my back without telling me.

This was the most gorgeous person I had ever seen. Piercing blue eyes and sandy blond hair. Great body. A deep, penetrating stare that belied a wisdom and understanding beyond the average person. Great charisma. And we had immediate chemistry.

I danced with them for an hour, giving them seductive looks, coyly flirting with them, seductively telling them how much I cared about them. And they responded to everything I offered by offering it back. Every smile was met with a smile, every caress with an equal response.

In my eyes, I finally found someone that I was in love with.

I was too drunk to realize this at the time, but my friends were watching me the whole time...and all they saw was me dancing in front of a huge mirror.

With myself.

And no one else within 10 feet of me.

Let me emphasize: I was so drunk, I was dancing WITH MYSELF in the mirror. For AN HOUR. NO ONE was near me.

Not only did I never once realize it, the only thing I remembered the next morning from that club was thinking that I'd fallen in love. For real, it took several of them to convince me that I was dancing alone, and not with the most amazing girl I'd ever met.

My friends also told me that later when the lights came on indicating closing time, I staggered out of the club onto the street, ran away from them, and their last sight was me careening down the street, bouncing off store fronts and parked cars, yelling:

"IF YOU WANT TO GO OUT ON A DATE WITH ME, YOU CANNOT FELLATE ANYONE ELSE FOR AT LEAST TWENTY-FOUR HOURS BEFOREHAND! DO YOU HEAR ME?? AND I WANT YOU TO SHOWER TOO! I HAVE STANDARDS!! BECAUSE I AM NOT A DOUCHE, YOU HAVE TO DOUCHE!!"

Now THAT is Tucker Max Drunk.

But unfortunately, Tucker Max Drunk is not free. At some point the bill comes due. How expensive is it? Let's tally the total:

You know it's been a hard night when you wake up totally dehydrated and still dizzy.

You know it's been a really hard night when you wake up dehydrated, drunk and dizzy and don't know where you are and have no memory of how you got there.

But it is only when waking from a truly Tucker Max Drunk night that you are completely dehydrated, still very drunk, too dizzy to stand, and though you don't know your exact location or how you got there, you do realize that you have just woken up OUTSIDE, in a PUBLIC PARK, with a stray dog LICKING YOUR FACE.

Raise your hand if you've ever had that happen to you.

I clawed my way to a park bench, pulled myself up onto it, and saw a huge Tin Man statue. For a split second, I honestly thought I'd died and hell was sponsored by Warner Brothers. That was a bit of a shock, because I'd always thought Disney would rule hell. Then I remembered: I lived right by a park called Oz Park, though until this moment it had not occurred to me where it got it's name.

Encouraged by the fact that I was close to my apartment, I started walking. After falling a few times and finally getting that damn dog to stop licking my face and following me, I found a street name I recognized, and followed it back to my apartment.

I was so concerned with keeping my balance and navigating correctly, I didn't really notice till I got home that my face and scalp were itching something terrible.

I was reaching up to discover the source of this itch as I stumbled in my door. My roommate took one look at me, audibly gasped and got that "Oh my god" face I've seen so many times. He usually lets out a laugh when he sees the after effects of one of my binges, but this time he was so shocked he could only cover his mouth, point and utter, "Go look in the mirror."

I felt my face, and there was definitely something sticky and hard crusted onto it. Thinking that it was possibly blood and I had sustained a head injury, I rushed to the bathroom, and there in mirror was rock bottom:

The "love of my life" stared back at me with a face covered in hardened, crusted vomit. Yellow and brown bile matted my hair, chunks were in my eyebrows and ears, my cheek and neck even had pieces of grass stuck in the vomit crust. I looked like some sort of botched special effect. So much for being too good for whores' sloppy seconds.

But the piece de resistance lay on the top of my head, at the edge of the crusted vomit, precariously stuck to my hair, still stuck to the vomit:

A small, dry, hardened dog turd.

POST SCRIPT

The repercussions of that night did not end there. First off, my (now ex-) roommate will call me shit-head for the rest of my life, and I deserve it.

Secondly, my friends rode me endlessly about dancing with myself in a mirror. I still don't know if I believe them though, because I could SWEAR it was a girl I was dancing with, and I thought I even kissed her. Oh well, let's hope I don't stare into a reflective body of water anytime soon.

But more importantly, I will never look at women the same way. Ever. This event, combined with a story my friend told me right after that about his ex-girlfriend letting herself get fucked by three Mexicans in front of him to get even for him cheating on her totally ruined me. Now, every time I look at or talk to a woman, I can't help but think to myself, "Has she already sucked a dick today? How recent was her last migrant worker gang-bang?"

Granted, I've done horrible stuff also, but anyone in the world can read this site and know what I've done. It's the not knowing that really messes with me. What fucks me up is to think that first dates or even other girls I'm casually dating are fucking around on me, and not even just on other days, but right before they see me. I don't really go on dates anymore since I learned that you don't need to spend money to get pussy, but when I did, I have to wonder how many girls came out with sperm breath. And how many of those did I kiss? And even now I wonder how many women have I met out at a bar who fucked a guy before going out, and then went home with me?

I talked to all my female friends about this, and the response was varied.

-The dumb ones were like, "Ohhhh--can I come over and suck you off too?" Yes you may. And bring beer.

-The na�ve ones were like, "A girl came over and sucked your dick before a date?? No girl does that!!" Riiiiight...and you've never had a boyfriend cheat on you. Go back to reading books you buy at the grocery store with Fabio on the cover and leave reality to the rest of us.

-I finally got some usable feedback from my smart female friends. Most of them were like, "This is news to you? That there are women who do what you do? Tucker, I thought you were smarter than this." Thanks for making me feel better.

One friend in particular summed it up: "At least you had this realization. Most guys go through life being blissfully ignorant. My girlfriends who juggle a lot of guys are the ones who don't give off any slutty vibe...which is how they totally get away with it. Every guy they are with thinks they've got the perfect situation--a sweet girl who comes over at midnight once or twice a week because that's all she wants. They don't understand that she's got the same perfect arrangement with four other guys."

I futilely tried to maintain that giving me head was so good that women actually wanted to do it and didn't care about getting anything back, but she just laughed. And she's right to laugh.

Not that sucking my dick is some chore--believe me I WISH I could go down on myself--but the idea that any guy is so much better than other guys that he is above the cuckoldry of a woman is ridiculous on face. Believe me guys: No matter how good you are, some girl has played you...and you probably didn't even realize it.

Don't think about this question for too long fellas, or it will drive you nuts. I fixated on it for a whole night and ended up dancing with myself in a mirror for an hour and then woke up in a public park with vomit crusted to my face and dog shit stuck to my head--trust me on this.

And the VERY best part? Karen and I never hooked up again. She ended up seriously dating the guy she met that night.

And he still doesn't know what was on her lips when they met...

I confess that I am a sex addict. I have taken multiple tests to determine if I am just overly horny, or indeed a sex addict, and on every test my score is at the extreme end of addiction. Sometimes I wonder how I am still alive. This is one true story:

I was driving west from the Chicago loop to the near west suburbs after work on Roosevelt Rd. The street cuts through the Pilsen neighborhood which is heavily Latino and ridden with gangs. Visually it is not a slum, quite the opposite. There are huge murals, Latin museums, and the food is awesome. There are ghetto used appliance stores and stuff, and I wouldn't want to live there, but it is not bad.

I was at a light and saw an attractive, yet rough, woman walking in the direction I was driving. Long cotton summer dress, mid 30's, blondish hair pull into a ponytail to keep her neck cool. She had on these huge dark sunglasses. I was staring at her because those few blocks always have streetwalkers on them. Making eye-contact is the initial sign that you are looking. I wasn't there because I was looking, but being a sex addict if the opportunity arises I can't pass it up. As she waited for the light to change so that she could cross I sensed she was looking at me, but hard to confirm.... until she smiled.

The light turned green and I drove off but parked in an open space on the next block ahead. I watched in the side mirror as she approached and instead of just coming up to my window she walked past me but made a slight gesture pointing to the next side-street. I rounded the corner and again parked and waited. This time she jumped right in and said, "Sorry, but there are undercover cops patrolling the area." She said that she had a place and guided me.

She pointed down an alley and to the side of brick three-flat that had a gravel driveway/backyard. In the alley were three or four gang-bangers which she said hello too. I should mention that I think she was white, but maybe half Latina. She said to park here. Thoughts did enter my mind that this was a planned robbery/murder, or that I would come out (if I came back out) and my car would be gone. The prize of potential pussy outweighed the risks. There were signs upon signs that this was a bad situation that could get worse, but I stayed.

She led be through a boarded-up door and down a short flight of concrete steps to the basement where I think she lived, or was more likely just squatting at. No lights except the natural light coming through spaces in the boarded windows. There was a twin size hospital bed and a metal rack with clothes hanging on it next to it.

Finally I was able to check her out and I noticed the track marks on her arms. Full junkie or crackhead. She took off her dress and her body was actually really nice: nice natural tits, maybe a C cups, not a washboard stomach but only slightly doughy with a c-section scar. Great ass and a nice pussy that was fully shaved. That was when I came to realize that those living conditions and the summer heat squatting in a burned-out hot and humid building made her pretty grimy and gross. The risk of disease, death, murder, arrest were all strong possibilities, but I still didn't stop.

She pulled out a condom, slipped it on, and started to give head while she was sitting on the bed and I was standing next to it. It took awhile to get it up, likely because I was more focused on my surroundings and if I was going to be attacked by someone lurking in the dark corners. After a few minutes she stopped and laid on the bed. I wish I had a lot of good details in this part but I don't. We did missionary, she got on top for a bit, and I hit her in doggie, but I wasn't able to cum. We actually had sex for quite a long time but my mind wasn't in it.

Have you ever wanted to cum so bad that you try to focus on the feelings, but you realize you are just focusing on staying focused? That is where I was mentally. She stunk, the room stunk, and we were both sweaty gritty messes on a sheet-less mattress that was just as damp and gross as we were. I asked her to finish (try) me off with more oral and she tried, but no avail. Several times I felt like I had reached the point were I was going to cum, but lost that feeling. After several more minutes I said that she could stop and that I wasn't going to cum.

I wiped off sweat and crime with a towel that was laying there, which was likely a previous John's cum rag. We got dressed and I realized that we never once discuss a fee. I had about $80 in cash on me and gave it to her and she said "thanks". I wonder if she would have been OK with $20 or nothing at all. Once dressed we walked out together past the gang-bangers that didn't so much as bat an eye at me. She asked me to drop her off near where I first saw her and I did.

I drove that way countless times again on my way home but never saw her again.

I confess that I've been bathing/messing around with my best mate's girl and it's killing me trying to hide it from such a good friend. Names are going to be changed for obvious reasons. Daniel and I actually went to the same high school but despite having multiple classes with each other were part of different groups of friends. After high school through a mutual friend we both started hanging out and it just clicked. As free men we descended into as much debauchery as possible. Eventually Kelly started coming around to our parties and worked with Daniel when they were both at a call center. Kelly despite having a kid was very cute. She's about 5'5" slender with pale skin and straight blonde hair. Her breasts are about a B I'd say and she has a cute little round ass. Daniel was a programmer working remotely now and the two started to catch up and become rather close. Eventually Daniel and Kelly moved North for better job opportunities and I remained home to finish graduating.

I would visit them often within the two years and once I was done i was ready to move up there with them. At this point it was 2014. I was 24, Daniel 25, and Kelly 26. Daniel was living in a decently large house with Kelly and her kid at this point and they offered me a spare room to use while I got on my feet. I was in marketing at this point and was offered a job with Kelly's company. it was a small marketing firm and Kelly was doing social media while I was more of the front end talk to people side. Her project had ended about 3 months before I got up there and she was laid off so she became rather depressed what I didn't know at the time she was seeing an old ex to cope. She and Daniel went through the ringer and I didn't find out about any of it until I got up there and they had yelled it out and Daniel finally forgave her.

So my job was 20 minutes in one direction and Kelly had taken a seasonal job at another call center which didn't help her depression at all but was 20 minutes in the other direction. To get there on time I'd have to wake up at 7 and shower while she would also have to get up at the same time to take her kid to school. Now on a good day she'd be out in 10 minutes leaving me enough time to swoop in and take mine since the downstairs one which doubled as a bath was broken. There were times when she lingered however and I was almost late a few times. Daniel noticed my slight frustration but also my willingness to not say anything lest I make her upset and she would go back to her old vices. He would often joke that we should take one together. We'd all laugh about it but nothing ever came of it. She did start making comments about how she preferred baths and Daniel and I were committed to fixing the one downstairs but were both too busy. Even after talking about it so much she was still inconsistent about the showers but it wasn't the end of the world. My first month with the company was very successful and I got my own place a few months after moving.

Fast forward to July of this year. The firm went out of business due to someone not paying their taxes and I eventually took a job with a sales center becoming a supervisor. Kelly still worked at the same call center and was depressed as ever. Daniel had been promoted to a senior position and was starting his own company on the side. He tried to get Kelly to do some work with them because her depression was making her increasingly distant. We were also getting back into heavy drinking because my job was such a joke and Daniel was dealing with Kelly. At this point it's late August and the 3 of us are all in a funk so to speak. One Friday night Daniel and I stumble out of a taxi into his house and decided where we're both going to crash. He makes it for the couch and I make it to the room behind it which had a futon and the bathroom with the actual bath. Early that morning around 4 or 5 I had thought I had heard the door open but in my drunken stupor couldn't confirm it. Activities from the night before had caught up with me so I stumble into the bathroom to find Kelly. She's in the bath facing the door with her blonde hair in a pony tail and she's gently rubbing her nipples. I say "Oh sorry!" and attempt to rush out the door but ran right into it. Kelly was startled by the intrusion but didn't freak out. She asked me if I was okay and in a joking voice asked me if I wanted to join her to nurse my injury, I said something cheeky like "I just might!" but politely declined. She said it was almost time for her to go to work and asked me if i needed assistance with my now bleeding foot. We were both just about as good of friends as me and Daniel so we were both very casual about it was never mentioned.

I couldn't stop thinking about Kelly's naked body though. They way the water dropped off her as she got up to help me was invading my thoughts.I loved the way her nipples looked and they were so erect when she was playing with them. In a later discussion i'd come to find out that Kelly had started taking baths to clam herself down from the anxiety before going to work. She worked with healthcare and every day was hell. A few weeks after that I had found myself in the same situation. Daniel and I stumbling into his house, letting him have the couch and I would take the futon. I had decided out of respect for Daniel not to try anything this time but was thinking more so that it wouldn't happen again. Like clockwork though at about 4 Kelly came into the room. I was coming out of the bathroom and still was a bit drunk. We met each other and she made a joke about me not running into the door this time. I laughed and said a comment about how she better hurry up and bathe before I need to relieve myself again. We laughed and I stumbled towards the bed. She stopped in the doorway and put her hand against the wall turning back to me and said "Are you sure you don't want to join me?" Adrenaline shot through me like a bullet and I was sober quick. I said "sure why not" and she a little nervous said okay and shut the door. She started the bath and I had thought she had changed her mind but eventually I heard her say "Come in" She was already in the bath and I came in to undress and join her, Honestly we were both a bit anxious but started to open up about our jobs, life, and other things that most people get up to in a bar or something. She was finally able to vent and you could tell she was happier for it. She was almost going to be late and hopped out of the bath and thanked me for letting her vent. I had got to as well and all in all feeling great. She texted me later asking if we could do that again. I replied back about how i was conflicted for going behind Daniel. She agreed but tried to explain how she felt it was a very casual experience and even though we were naked we ere just venting to each other which made us both feel better.

continued below, it's a long one.

Story: Arena of Death

Warning: Contains Snuff and Violence!

Sophie heared her own heart beat as she looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. She tried to calm down, but the 20 minute foot walk up the steep hills got her blood pumping, even though her 18 year old body was in very good shape. Maybe it was the adrenaline that kept her pulse up. Sophie tried not to think about the fact, that there was a high risk that she wouldn’t survive this part of the tournament. Yesterday she was lucky to escape death at the very last second. Today she might be not so fortunate. The other team might have learned from yesterday’s mistakes. This time they will try to eliminate the opponent’s snipers as soon as possible. Which meant nothing else than eliminating HER!

It would have been naive to think they would simply shoot her quickly and painlessly. Sophia was one of the players who was casted for her fantastic looks. The viewers at home watched this show because they wanted to see some good old violent sex and erotic torture prior to a kill. Sophie would make the perfect victim for such a scene… with her athletic body, her firm breasts, her sexy long legs and her angel-like face, she would have the viewer’s attention during a nasty rape orgy to the death.

Sophie had been fantasizing about getting raped and murdered ever since she found her uncle’s snuff porn collection, when she was a little girl. Today might be the day when her brutal fantasies might become real… the thought of getting raped and tortured to death sent a shiver across her spine and made her nipples hard.

She thought about all the contestants that were killed during yesterday’s round in this perverted tournament. “Arena of Death” was THE number one live TV show right now. Everyone was watching it, though some people had a hard time admitting, that they enjoyed watching a televised gladiator fight to the death. The idea wasn’t new. Even in ancient Rome, sadistic fights to the death were organized to entertain the crowds. This was just a modern version of this ancient form of “entertainment”. Since the organizers were competing with many similar TV and live shows, they had to take it to the max. During each round of the tournament, a total of 400 contestants were fighting against each other in two teams: Team White and Team Black. Each team consisted of 100 male and 100 female “gladiators”. The fight took place in Arizona in a large valley, surrounded by a couple of hills. Each round lasted for 120 minutes. There was basically no other rule than: kill or get killed. The surviving contestants got a 5-figure prize money. Some were in it for the money… some contestants were convicted criminals, who had nothing to lose since they were sentenced to death anyway. And some were in simply for the thrill. Sophie had applied for the “Arena of Death” in order to convert her life long prison sentence, that would have started last week on her 18th birthday. It was her addiction to violent porn that got her in trouble in the first place. When she was 15, she was caught paying for a darknet snuff live stream. She will never forget the moment, when the SWAT team raided her house as she was masturbating in front of her laptop to the live stream where a couple of girls were abused to the death; partly financed with Sophie’s money. Serving her sentence by taking part in “Arena of Death” was kind of ironic since this show was not much different than a live snuff show.

So, here she was, assembling her high precision sniper rifle on the top of the little hill, where she had a perfect view over the entire valley. As a member of “Team Black” she wore her dark “uniform”, which consisted of black army boots, a black slip which was barely covered by a black mini skirt and a dark sports bra. Her blonde hair was a nice contrast to the dark outfit. She really looked extremely sexy and hot… no wonder the casting agents accepted her application right away. Well not right away of course… like all the other female “applicunts” as they liked to call them, had to spread their sexy legs on various casting couches for a couple of really rough casting sessions. But Sophie never had a problem with being used as a helpless sex toy… she actually got off multiple times during the brutal casting orgies. She even dated one of the casting agents and went with him to one of the public execution shows, where they impale a couple of death row girls “dolcett style” in front of a live audience. Sophie loved it, when her date channeled his sexual aggression and used her as a helpless piece of fuck meat, while one girl after the other got the metal spit up her cunt on the stage in front of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the signal, that would announce the start of the game. The next two hours would decide if she would end up getting raped and tortured to death for the entertainment of millions of viewers, or if she would make it… avoiding her jail sentence and leaving this tournament with a pile of cash.

Sophie knew that the first 30 minutes of the “game” would be crucial. She had to shoot as many opponent “players” in order to give her Team an advantage. She scanned the valley with the scope of her rifle… but so far none of the players were leaving their hiding spots. Then she discovered a group of 6 male players from her own team, about 500 feet away. When she zoomed out she suddenly saw a bush moving behind her team. Three girls from Team White were slowly sneaking up on her fellow team mates from behind. Sophie tried to get a clear shot at the girl in the middle. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins… she couldn’t afford to miss… from what she could tell the girls were in their early 20s… maybe even younger. The thought of ending a young girl’s live just like that excited her. Only one move of her finger and someone’s daughter would be history… having the power to end a girl’s live had an extremely arousing effect on Sophie. She could feel her nipples getting hard, and her clit swelling up… There was no time to waste… the girls almost reached her fellow team mates…. with a trembling index finger, she pulled the trigger! Sophie could hear the girl screaming as the bullet hit her left arm… Damn! She was aiming for the head but the girl must have moved in the very last second. But the screams were enough to warn her 6 team mates… they immediately ran towards the 3 surprised young women and forced them at gunpoint to drop their weapons. Sophie was relieved when she saw, that the guys had the situation under control. She could have continued looking for other targets, but she was curious what the men would do with the overpowered women. She watched the scene unfolding through her field glasses. Now that she got a good look at the girls she realized how attractive and young they were. Of course they were wearing the same sexy “uniforms”, only that their mini skirts and bras were white instead of black. Initially she estimated them to be in their early 20s but now that she got a better look at them she wasn’t even sure if they were 18. It wouldn’t have been the first time, that underage “applicunts” made it into the show with fake IDs. The casting agents didn’t really care as long the girls looked hot and were experienced enough to give good blow jobs.

The 6 men in their late 20s did, what most men would have done in this situation. They forced the 3 girls to get rid of their sports bras and mini skirts. The teen girls complied immediately… In fact the pretty brunette obviously tried to save her life by offering sex to the men. She played with her firm breasts and pulled down her slip to give the guys a peek at her shaved teenage pussy. It was obvious, that the men didn’t respond in the way this little bitch hoped. They humiliated her, by laughing at her poor attempt to fuck herself out of this situation. The guys didn’t have any time to waste, so instead of listening to the girl’s pathetic pleads to let them live, three of them forced the teenies to blow their hard cocks on all fours while the other 3 men would play with their exposed pussies. One guy enjoyed pressing the blade of his army knife against her thighs… slowly moving the blade up to her crotch, pushing her slip to the side and sliding the dull side of the blade between her pussy lips. The little blond one was being fucked in her ass with the muzzle of gun. And the girl who got shot in the arm had her shaved cunt roughed up by the large fingers of the guy standing behind her. When he was done pulling her cunt lips violently apart, fingering her with four fingers at once and giving her a couple of strong slaps on her clit, he finally pushed his hard cock deep inside her tight teen cunt. The other guys followed his lead and a violent rape orgy emerged in front of Sophie’s eyes. Watching those 3 petite teen sluts getting roughed up, chocked, beaten, kicked, raped and abused was a real turn on for Sophie and she couldn’t resist taking care of her own itching pussy. With each second the ultra brutal gang rape became more and more violent. This wasn’t a fucking BDSM fuck… there was no point in being careful not to inflict permanent injuries… there was no fucking “safe word”… this was a DEATH FUCK! The real violence started, once the men shot their hot semen inside or onto the helpless fuck meat. Now it was time to figure out, what other objects could be used to penetrate 3 helpless teenage vaginas… After violating the girls’ exposed sex organs with various oversized or sharp objects, it was time to finish the girls off. Sophie almost climaxed when she saw one of the guys approaching the little blonde one with a signal rocket. While three other men held her down and pulled her legs apart, he positioned the lower side of the rocket towards her abused crotch. The remaining two guys forced the other two girls at gunpoint to take turns burning each other’s clits with a cigarette lighter. After a terrifying countdown he ignited the signal rocket right in front of the poor little blonde’s teen pussy… the more than 1000 degree hot magnesium flame completely burned the girls crotch including her pussy lips and clit. Then he pushed the burning rocket inside her little fuck hole and enjoyed her screams. At this point Sophie had two ultra intense orgasms in a row. As she slowly recovered from her last climax she saw the two remaining girls having their sex organs completely destroyed with a couple of close shotgun shots right between their legs. Sophie had the honour of taking the girls out of their misery with three precise sniper shots to their heads.

Sophie realised that she spent way to much time watching the brutal termination of the three unfortunate girls. Using the field glasses she searched for her next targets. She saw several almost identical scenes, in which male players lived out their violent sex and snuff fantasies on unfortunate female opponents. After all that’s what most viewers wanted to see when they tuned in to “Arena of Death”.

But her job wasn’t to enjoy the “show” but to help her team win this inhumane competition. So she tried her best to support her team by taking out opponents before they could harm her fellow team players. For example, she managed to save a couple of girls of her own team before the Team White players were able to ignite the dynamite sticks in their asses. But there was nothing she could do for the three female Team Black players that were just starting to slide down on wooden impalement poles in their destroyed vaginas. All she could do for them was a quick shot to their heads to take them out of their misery.

Sophie really had fun shooting 8 male Team White players that were just engaging in a ultra brutal gang rape of a couple of fellow Team Black girls. Those idiots didn’t even try to run for cover, when Sophie popped the head of the first guy. Apparently the remaining 7 men were so occupied with gang raping the Team Black girls, that nothing could stop them. Sophie enjoyed shooting two guys who were just wanking their cocks. The second guy even climaxed and shot his semen over the girls face right after Sophie’s bullet hit him in his stomache. When he tumbled to the ground, Sophie couldn’t resist to shoot him again… right into his balls!

Only a minute later, Sophie was surprised to see how sadistic a couple of Team White bitches were treating a bunch of fellow male Team Black players. The 4 men where bound to the ground, stripped naked while 7 young sluts teased the guys by massaging and licking their cocks. Sophie had heard about those sadistic games, in which the young woman threatened to torture and kill the guys if they should get an involuntary erection. It’s a cruel game since it’s almost impossible to avoid getting a hardon when a hot 19year old knows how to treat your cock right. In the next step the girls basically rape the guys by riding their involuntary aroused cocks while pointing a gun at them. In some cases, they threaten to kill the guy the second he cums. In other cases they ride his hard cock and threaten to kill him, as soon as he can’t keep it up. Sophie enjoyed shooting the horny bitches right during or even shortly before getting off. Even after she popped the first two girls, some of the remaining sluts kept pleasuring themselves. It was almost as if those horny cunts were turned on by the fact that a sniper was aiming at them… One brunette girl in her mid-twenties even kept rubbing her clit after Sophie popped a bullet in her knee. Being so eager to climax, Sophie granted her a very last orgasm, before shooting her right in her twitching fuck hole.

The longer the sexual slaughtering between the two teams went on, the more Sophie enjoyed the spectacle from her comfortable position. So far, none of the Team White players had found her hiding spot. She started to think that she might actually make it, and that she could as well enjoy the “show”. She took turns shooting Team White members and pleasuring herself violently to countless orgasms. In order to cum again she needed an even more intense kick… that’s why she didn’t even bother any more trying to support her team…. For example she could have easily saved four of her fellow female team mates from having their cunts whipped, but she preferred watching the pretty girls having their crotches whipped to pulp with heavy barbed steel chains. And watching those 6 other fellow team members getting forced to play “Russian Pussy Roulette” with a loaded revolver was such a turn on, that she decided to wait until the first unfortunate girl would hit a chamber with a bullet and blow her own crotch up.

Only 25 minutes left until the end of the game. And so far nobody even came near Sophie’s hiding spot. Completely exhausted from the 1,5 hour killing- and masturbation orgy, Sophie rested in the grass… completely naked and not very ladylike with obscenely opened legs. She enjoyed the sunrays drying her pussy juices on her red and sore cunt lips and clit. The distant screams and the gun shots from the valley started to sound like an ambient and soothing sound. As Sophie closed her eyes, pictures from the various fights and death tortures popped up in her brain. Her mind tried to process the vast amount of violence, pain, sex and death that she witnessed over the last 90 minutes. It was like her brain tried to compile a “best-of-video” of the most erotic and exciting scenes. And once again her young und obviously unsatisfiable body reacted in the way it always reacted to this kind of mental stimulation. She felt that tingling sensation between her legs, as the blood rushed once again into her 18-year-old sex organ… Her sore clit burned and she felt a little pain as she carefully pressed her fingers against it. The harder she pressed, the more pain she felt. She thought of all the girls that had to endure the ultimate pain of the total destruction of their female body parts. She asked herself: How does it feel getting your cunt lips torn violently apart… There was only one way to find out… it felt so intense as she squeezed her sore pussy lips between her fingers and started to pull them apart… the pain felt exhilarating… she squeezed her cunt lips as hard as she could and pulled them out as far as they would go… the pain felt so fucking good!

She was close to another painful orgasm, as she suddenly heard something. When she opened her eyes, she stared into the muzzles of 3 male Team White players. They had finally found her… Only 18 more minutes and she would have made it. Sophie felt the panic rising inside of her. The adrenaline shot through her veins and she was completely frozen in shock and panic. She didn’t even try to cover up her obscenely spread pussy… The three muscular men in their late 20s obviously were surprised to see this 18 year old gorgeous innocent looking cutie, lying next to her rifle, slip and miniskirt, furiously masturbating her red and sore teenage pussy. There was no point in telling her to strip naked and spread her legs, like they did with the last 7 female players, they caught. It looked like this horny bitch was just waiting for them. They didn’t waste much time… meanwhile they were a rehearsed team: two guys held her down and pulled her legs apart, while the third guy would get to “play” with her… and even though he obviously had some “play time” already today, his cock was rock hard. Taking tons of Viagra before playing “Arena of Death” was a given. Now it was time to make use of the constantly erect cocks… The three men took turns raping Sophie’s petite body over and over again. Unfortunately they had only 17 minutes left to play with her, until this round of the game was over. They tried to make the most of it… penetrating her in every imaginable way in the most violent ways possible. In the beginning Sophie was terrified and the thought of being about to get killed kept her from enjoying the rough fuck. But after 10 minutes of violent penetration her body reacted in the only way possible: She gave in to the brutal treatment… eager to spread her legs, open her mouth, pulling apart her ass cheeks in order to receive the ultra violent penetration and insemination that would give her another couple of painful orgasms.

In the minute before the end of the game, two of the men bound her legs backwards to her arms. Then they lifted her up, while the third man was holding her sniper rifle upright on the ground. As she saw the upright rifle beneath her open legs, she knew it was time to die now. Slowly the lowered her over the tip of the muzzle and inserted it between her cum dripping pussy lips… then they slowly lowered her down so that the rifle would impale her abused vagina. The pain as the tip of the muzzle crushed through her cervix was breath taking… she couldn’t even scream… They played with her body by moving her up and down…. practically fucking her on the upright rifle… and only 10 seconds before the end of the game the guy holding the rifle pulled the trigger… The bullets tearing through Sophies body and exiting through her beck didn’t kill her instantly…. He had to fire 8 more painful shots until everything went black around her…

The END