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My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It’s tough when you’re 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny. I felt an uncomfortable tingling. On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walked into my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for me to give my grandpa a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me, so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a little and kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed my bottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this was my grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were gone changed my perspective forever. I had come home late to find that there were no cars in the driveway. Finally some time to myself! I went to my bedroom and shut the door and tuned out to the radio. 15 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I turned down the radio and said come in. Who was still here, I wondered? The door slowly opened to reveal Grandpa. Oh great! He and I alone in the house. He told me that Grandma had taken the younger kids out for pizza and a movie. Since I did not get home in time he said he would wait here for me. Hmm, How very responsible of him . . . or maybe there was something else to it. He sat down on a big chair I had in my room and asked me about the teenage life, friends and school and stuff. Then, he said that while we were speaking of school, the school had called and said they were concerned that I may have been skipping one day last week. Oh, man! I didn’t think I’d get busted for that. Well, at least they called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it. Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to know honestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admitted my folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, but that he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began to stir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the room he was holding a large pingpong paddle. “No, no”, was all that I could say. He repeated to me that he would take care of it and no one else needed to know about it. I knew even a paddling from him would be better than the prison camp state that would await me if he told. I lowered my eyes and hung my head communicating to him my compliance. He told me to come and stand before him facing away. I did so. he was sitting in the easy chair and I was standing with my bottom facing him. He told me to lower my jeans to the floor and step out of them. As I did what he requested, all I could think was that this can’t really be happening. After I became pantyless, he told me to bend over, reach out and place my hands on the desk that was quite a stretch in front of me. I strained to do so. “I bet all the boys tell you what a nice ass you have.” Within an instant his hands were all over my ass, massaging and rubbing my young cheeks. I could hear his labored breathing. Then, SWACK! Ooh, it hurt! SWACK! SWACK! “Oh, baby! I like how your sweet ass bounces and jiggles!” He rubbed my ass more, grabbing up handfuls in lustful delight. He sounded like he was about to pass out. He pulled away from me again and SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!pornIs he going to spank me until they come home? That could be hours. It was then I thought, I might as well have a little fun myself. I’m driving this old man crazy! “Grandpa, please, please let me have a break,” I begged. He allowed it and I stood up rubbing my bruised bottom. It hurt more than I thought it would. “It’s so hot in here!” I turned around and stood right in front of him in my T-shirt and lacy panties. I watched his eyes go straight to my crotch. I stood there acting like I didn’t notice. As his eyes soaked me in, I reached up and snatched off my T-shirt in an instant! I wasn’t wearing a bra and my young, bountiful tits leaped out into the thin air and lightly bounced there in front of his shocked vision. “Honey, they are beautiful! Walk over here for Grandpa.” I slowly approached him until his groping hands met my tantalizing, swollen tits. I have never been and probably never will be felt up like that again! He exhibited such a thoroughness with zeal and passion. My nipples perked up and stood at his beckoning attention! I didn’t know my nipples could get so hard and maintain their constant erection! My panties were being soaked as I stood there taking in his elderly worship of my youthful, engorged melons. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reminded Grandpa of my spanking and how it must be finished. I assumed the position – bent over with my ass facing him, legs straight, and arms outstretched in front of me just gripping the desk. “Wait! Don’t start yet!” I said. I reached back and pulled down my wet panties, taking them completely off with one swift movement. There I was bent over in front of him completely naked. I knew it was his wet dream come to life. As I thought about him staring at my beautiful, young, erotic body my juices started to flow more swiftly. Staying in position, I spread my stance so that he could take in even more of my pouty sex. I could feel his stare invading my most private, tender sanctums. “Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!,” I cried to myself. SMACK! was all I heard. And then the stinging! “OW! Grandpa, that hurt!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained down his best on my glowing red ass! “Tell me you like it.” he said. I was at the verge of tears. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t, grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girls are big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my well-spanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided me toward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over and soon the upper half of my body was lying face down on the desk. My tits were pressed down into the smooth, cool wood just by the sheer weight of my chest. He stood over me and massaged my lower back and tenderly rubbed my ass cheeks and upper thighs. “How’s my good girl now?” “Better, grandpa.” “Are you my good girl or you a bad girl?” He said as his large rough hands gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I-i -i-i-‘m y-y-our g-g-ood girl.” Before I could finish speaking, I felt his tongue licking up and down my exposed crack. He lightly flitted about my tense anus with tickling wisps. I could not relax to let him in. “Oh no. My good girl is so tight.” He dipped his finger down between my wet pussy lips and soaked his finger, Then he lubricated my anus with it and slowly pushed his way inside of me. He fingered me deep and rhythmically. I found myself rocking on the desk, rubbing my clit against the grain and thrusting back on his finger. “That’s a good girl!” I think he could tell that I was ready to explode because he stopped and withdrew from me. “Okay, now honey, follow my instructions very carefully. . . . slowly roll over and scoot back on the desk.” He stood back and watched me obey. Here I thought I would give the old man a thrill, and now I was totally obedient to him. I lay there, naked, feeling the slickness of the desk under me, now that my juices were everywhere. I looked up at him standing over me. His gaze was covering me from head to toe, I felt so young and helpless. He was so large standing over my vulnerable state. He stared at me without touching me until my sex ached and I had become too uncomfortable. He could tell I was squirming under this perpetual anticipation. “Do you want me to touch your body, honey?” I nodded yes. “Tell me. Tell your grandpa.” “P-p-p-please t-t-t-t-touch me, grandpa.” I was wondering if I was sounding like a little child. He bent over me and scooped up my waiting tits. He took them one by one as much as he could into his mouth. His tongue flickered at my nipples erecting them back to their rock hard state. My body writhed about uncontrollably on the desk. He did not divert his attention at all from my swelling titties when he said, “Spread your legs, honey, and bring your knees up toward the ceiling”. I did so without even thinking about it. He reached around and squeezed my still warm pinkish ass. I moaned and wiggled. He stood up straight and walked over to the end of the desk, so that he was staring right at my opened pussy. I was spread towards him and my cunt was visibly dripping its lust lotion. “You are doing very well, sweetheart.” He delicately pinched each of my pussy lips and spread them far apart until I felt the ecstatic limits of their stretching. “What a sweet, pink pussy hole you have. I bet all the little boys you date want to play with it.” He pushed the first digit of his thick finger inside of me. I rolled and rolled on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slid it in smoothly until his knuckle disappeared inside of me. I rocked on him like crazy, moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out the window when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a sudden, he withdrew and I audibly gasped! He straightened my legs out and spread my thighs apart as far as was comfortably possible. “Close your eyes, honey.” I froze there with my eyes tightly shut.porn and erotic storyA moment passed and then I felt him there, his tongue licking between my lips, sliding in and out of me, sucking on my enlarged clit. The rhythm, up and down – I was moving with him. He slid a finger up my ass and then another one up my pussy – with the other hand he began to roughly grope my tits and the whole time he sucked and flicked at my clit with his hungry tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore – his fingers thrusting with the same motion inside of me! His lapping tongue on my clit. I began screaming wildly – “Oh! oh! oh! oh! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!” He squeezed my nipple hard when I came, and drove his fingers deep and powerfully inside me. He just let me lay there pulsing on him, until I calmed down completely. Then, he got up, walked around to my head and kissed me lightly on the forward. “That’s my good girl.” He walked out of the room. I did see him until late when everyone got back. He acted as if nothing had happened, but before they left to go home, he did give me a pinch on the ass when no one was looking. I gave him a hug good-bye in front of everyone, and I felt all anxious inside when he said, “Now that’s my good girl!” I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said to me. I could see Him looking down at me smiling. It was a very sinister grin. I knew He had something planned. He then said “I have to go to work for a little while and I’ll see you when I get back.” “Yes Sir,” I answered kind of hurt because we were supposed to spend the whole day together. When I finally rolled out of bed an hour later there was a note written in my lipstick on the mirror. It read ‘ Today is your day. You may go to the beach.’ We had a small very secluded stretch of beach in out backyard. I loved to go out there and sunbathe naked but would not dare with out permission. I put on my sheer pink sundress and gathered a few things and headed out to the beach. I walked through the newly remolded gate and was admiring how nice it looked with the fence that was put up. I also noticed that the tool box was still out here. So I made a mental note to remind Him about it. I laid out my blanket and took off my sundress and sat down. I was sitting there just soaking in the sun. Feeling its warm rays beating down on me. It felt so warm and so inviting. I could feel myself starting to sweat so I decided to jump in the ocean to cool off a bit. As I was walking out of the water back to my blanket I noticed how turned on I was from swimming naked. I loved the feel of the waves breaking over my chest then falling down through my legs. It seemed like the waves had a mind of their own, making sure to just slightly hit my clit with each wave. I laid down on my stomach and just let the sun warm my body. It felt so good. Like I was just melting away. I was thinking about what would happen later. I had no Idea what He had planned originally before He got called into work. But I knew He would make up for it later. I decided to turn over and let the warmth of the sun beat down on my breasts. Before I laid back I applied sun screen so that I would be in top form for my Master if He needed me to be. I then spread my legs so I could feel the sun pushing its way inside of me. This felt so erotic. And I drifted off in my thoughts. I was woken up by the feeling that someone was watching me. It was my Master. I looked up at Him and smiled. “Stand My Pet,” He told me and I did. He led me down to the water by my nipples. He then told me to go in and make sure all the sunscreen was washed off because He did not want to feel anything but His fingers against my salty skin. I made sure I washed off all the sunblock and walked out to a waiting towel. I dried off and He put a blindfold on me. He guided me up the beach. Thoughts of what He was doing were fluttering through my head. I was thinking what was He going to do out here? There was nothing, so I thought, out here. There were all sorts of sounds that I had never heard before. All of this was going on all around me. He took my right wrist and pulled it up and the I heard a click. He then clicked in my left wrist and removed my blindfold. I was almost suspended between the two poles that was the gateway to the beach. He then told me to spread my feet out so that they reached the poles at the bottom. He walked over to the tool box and opened it and pulled out two more cuffs with chains on them to fasten my ankles to the poles. I now knew that it was not a tool box and it was left out there for a reason. When my ankles were attached to the poles I was barely standing on my tip toes. He said to me “struggle all you like my pet, these poles are five feet in the ground and you are not going anywhere.” I watched as He reached up and clicked the chains at the top even tighter. Now I was completely suspended from these poles. He stood before me and looked at His handy work. I could tell by the grin on His face that he was really enjoying this. He ran His hands down over my shoulders and over my chest. Taking special care not to touch my nipples. Each time He did this they would stand out just a little bit more. He looked at me and said “Did I give you permission to get excited?” “No Sir,” I answered. “You know you will be punished for that,” He replied. “Yes Sir,” I whispered. He then reached down into the box again and pulled out what looked like a dildo on a stake. He drove it into the sand below me and then lifted me up onto it and said “remember you are still going to be punished.” “Yes Sir,” I gasped. I barely got that out because I could not believe His mind was so imaginative to do what was happening at this moment. He then picked up a crop and started tapping my thighs with it. Every time He touched me with the crop I struggled not to move but to no avail. The more I moved the more the dildo would slide into me and He would reach down to push it further into the ground so it would only stay an inch and a half inside of me. I tried squeezing my muscles in my pussy to keep it pushed in, but He would not have it. He then ran the crop up my stomach and around each breast. Each time He circled my breast He would come closer and closer to my nipples, but yet still not touching them. “Snap,” He hit my nipple with the end of the crop. It didn’t hurt but it sent chills all through my body. He was snapping the crop from nipple to nipple, all quick little snaps.pornI was trying to struggle to get free and He whispered in my ear again “there is no where for you to go my pet.” He removed the dildo that was placed in the ground and lifted it up to my lips. “Stick out your tongue,” He says. I looked into His eyes to see if He was serious and He pushed the dildo onto my lips and into my mouth. “Clean it off,” He commanded and I did. He then walked around behind me and “whack,” I felt the crop across my right thigh. He ran His hand over where the crop had just been. He said that He could feel the heat from the sting of the crop. “Whack,” He hit the other thigh. “Can’t play favorites,” He said. And He rubbed that spot too. He then moved the crop to my ass “whack, whack, whack, whack,” He swung the crop again. I could feel the lines forming on my ass from where He had just dealt out my punishment. “Thank you Sir for correcting me,” I said. Then He started running the crop up and down the inside of my thighs and across my open pussy lips. I could feel the small leather tip brush across my clit. Then “snap” against my clit. I jumped as much as the restraints would allow. I know He enjoyed this because He snapped the crop a few more times. “Please Sir,” I begged, “no more Sir please.” “Why my pet,” He asks. “Sir I need to cum please Sir,” I answered. “Please Sir I am begging You, please let me cum Sir,” I pleaded. He then put down the crop and walked around in front of me and was running His hands all over my body, stopping to pinch my nipples. He could see that my legs were beginning to shake and whispered in my ear “You may cum my pet when you are ready.” He continued to run His hands all over me and then down between my pussy lips and slowly sliding His fingers all thru my wetness. He got them wet enough to be able to slip His four fingers inside of me to find my g-spot. He could feel me at the brink of exploding and the reached out with His thumb and just lightly brushed my clit. That was all I could take. My head fell backwards as my body trembled and my pussy grasped onto His hand. I was cumming like I had never cum before. It was rushing out of my pussy all over His hand and down my leg. I looked down and I could see the puddle that had formed in the sand below me. Some of it was from me sweating but most was from me cumming and squirting. He reached down and undid my ankles. I was hanging there with my head on His shoulder. I knew once He undid my hands I would not be able to stand up. He balanced me in such a way that when He undid my hands, He was all that was holding me up. He carried me into the house and laid me down on the cool floor. It was a welcome cold all over me. With that He said that He would be right back and He walked out the door. Some how I knew that this was not over. About an hour later He walked back into the house and order me to get up. I looked at Him giving Him a look to please let me rest. And He bent over and slapped my ass very hard and told me to get up again. With that I stood up and stood before Him with my eyes down and my hands folded behind my back. He then told me to go shower. And I did. As I was washing my hair and taking in the coconut essence from my shampoo, I started wonder what He has planned for the night. I knew we had no plans to go out. All I could think of was that He was going to use or do something that had never been done before. And this excited me. I could feel my stomach starting to twinge with anticipation. There were so many things that He had but had not been used on me yet. I could never imagine what He would do. He was always surprising me with something different. Just them I heard a knock at the bathroom door. He asked, “Are you almost done?'” “Yes Sir,” I answered. I didn’t realize how long I had been in the shower. When I got out of the shower I saw my robe sitting there under the towel. I knew that this was what He wanted me to wear. I put it on and went and knelt down on the floor next to Him on the couch. He stood up and took me by the hand and led me to a room of the house that I had not been allowed to go into. He said it was a surprise. We walked in and He had the candle burning already. He also had the champagne on ice. He walked over and poured three glasses of champagne. I looked at Him as to get and answer to why three glasses. But He avoided my look, and I knew not to ask. He handed me a glass and said, “drink it all down.” I did as I was told. He refilled it and said the same thing. So I did. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table next to one of the candles. He picked up a collar that I had never seen before and placed it ever so gingerly around my neck. I saw a long chair hanging from it and wondered what it connected to. But I knew I would find out. I was told to remove my robe which I did. I felt the chain hanging down between my breasts. The coldness of it was making my nipples hard and taunt. I could tell He liked this by the approving smile on His face. He then took an ace bandage and wrapped my wrists together behind me. I was thinking ‘ooohhhh this is nice, bound but yet still movement’. Then He picked up a roll of duct tape and secured my wrists even more. Now I had no movement at all. The next thing He picked up was a spread bar. He placed it at my ankles and attached it. First my right then my left. He could see that I had butterflies in my stomach by my shaking. He looked into my eyes and said “You know you have nothing to worry about right?” “Yes Sir, you know I trust you Sir,” I answered. “Good girl,” He replied. Then He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could feel His hands exploring my body inch by inch. He was running His fingers over the chain that hung down to the floor. Then I felt the tension lift off the chain. I could feel it being pulled up over my head and then “click”. He had connected it to a hook in the ceiling. Now I was not only bound but I could not move at all. I felt so open and so exposed. I could hear Him over at the table where the champagne was. He told me to open my mouth and as I did, He lifted a glass to my lips. I could feel the bubbles tickling my nose. He then told me not to move. I could feel the champagne running partly into my mouth and partly down over my breasts. Making my nipples even harder. It was running down over my belly and was making its way right to my clit. I could feel it mixing with my own wetness. He then bent over and licked from my clit up over my tummy, thru the middle of my breasts. Then circling each one to get all of what was poured over them. He then continued up my neck to my lips. I wanted and needed to be kissed so badly and He knew this. This is one thing that He would never hold back from me. He traced my lips with His tongue. I slightly opened my mouth a bit more so when He traced my lips He would also hit my tongue. With that He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as far as the chain connecting me to the ceiling would allow and engulfed my mouth into His. I let out a soft ‘mmmmm’. I could feel Him smile with approval with my lips. I loved to please Him so much. I could feel Him tracing my breasts with His finger tips. And then walking away as His fingers kept in contact with my nipple as long as allowed. I then heard the rattle of the ice in the champagne bucket. I knew what was coming next. I felt the cold sting of the ice cube on my nipples. He had ice in both hands. He just held it upon my nipples. I thought they were going to explode. He ran the ice down my body over my sides and then to my inner thighs. He ran the cubes lightly over my clit switching cubes till they had both melted. I was just about ready to lose it when I felt a feather being dragged across my sides.indian porn story“Sir please no, I am way to ticklish,” I pleaded with Him but to no avail. He kept pulling the feather across my body. I was in tickling agony now. I whimpered almost in tears to Him, “please Sir no more.” And He stopped. He then began running His fingers on the inside of my thighs. I could feel His breath on my neck and on my face. He was teasing me with both His hands on the inside of my thighs just barely hitting my clit. He then whispered in my ear “You know not to cum with out permission.” “Yes Sir,” I replied. He kept running His fingers on both hands from the pinkys to His index fingers over my clit. I was beginning to shake and He knew I needed release.. Just then He told me to cum and I did. I was using the chain that connected me to the ceiling to keep myself from falling over. I was shaking from head to toe. He was holding onto me and I could feel Him shaking from holding me. He unhooked the chain from the ceiling and from the collar. And He gently sat me in a chair that He had placed under me. He removed the spreader bar and my wrist restraints. Then finally He removed my blindfold and kissed me ever so passionately I thought I would cum again. He then laid me on the floor and connected me to eye bolts on the floor and knelt over me. I knew what to do at this point. No words were needed. I opened my mouth and took Him in as far as I could. I could feel Him growing inside of my mouth. I was trying to tease Him by flicking my tongue everywhere but not quite wrapping it around Him yet. I felt Him pinch my nipples hard and I knew this meant to stop teasing Him. But for some reason I just could not stop. He got up and undid my the eye bolts and stood me up. Walked me over to the stockade and placed me in it. Now my head and wrists were not going to move. He stood before me and opened my mouth, and grabbed my hair. He was making sure I would not try to tease Him this time. He had picked up the paddle and whacked my ass with it just to remind me. As He did this I took Him even further into my mouth. I could feel Him hitting the back of my throat. He was holding Himself up by my hair. He dropped the paddle and grabbed my hair with both hands and was pushing Himself are far into my mouth as He could without hurting me. I kept trying to push Him out of my mouth in fear that I would gag. He could sense this and was not happy. He flipped open the stockade and pushed me to the thick rubber mat that was on the floor. He forced my hands up over my head and scolded me not to move them. At this point I knew I would not disobey anything that He said. He pushed my legs open as far as they would go and leaned in towards me. I lifted my hips up in hopes of helping Him. But that was not what He wanted. He got a rope and tied me across the belly down to the mat. He then tied my hands off over my head and then my thighs to the mat spread as far as they would go plus a little more.. Next He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I heard Him get up and the next thing I felt was wax dripping on me just below my chest. It was getting hotter and hotter. I knew He was bringing it closer and closer to my skin. He could see me jump with each drop that fell on me. He put down the candle and knelt between my legs again and said “You will not move this time.” “Yes Sir,” I struggled to say. He ran His cock up and down from my clit to the bottom of my lips very slowly. It took all of what was in me not to move. He continued to tease me.. “Please Sir,” I begged “I need you inside of me Sir. I want to feel you cum inside of me.” He leaned down and whispered “those were the words I was waiting to hear my pet.” And He kissed me and as He did He slid in me. I came almost instantly. And Him feeling my pussy contract around Him tightly made Him cum. He came with so much force I thought He would never stop coming. It felt so good. I never wanted to loose this feeling. While still inside of me, He untied me and we just laid there in each others arms. I felt so safe, so secure, and so very protected.

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The stage was at the far back wall.We got seats near the front because it was not very busy that night.A group of three black men came on stage and began to play; they were really very good and both Ana and me enjoyed the show they put on.Anita saw a tip jar at the end of the stage; so she stood up to put some money there. As she leaned forward to reach the jar, I saw the black drummer had his eyes glued on her cleavage. The guitar player also stared at my sensual wife. I was sure both guys were having a great sight of her dark nipples. And maybe they also noticed Ana was not wearing panties…Ana giggled when she came back and I asked her if she had enjoyed putting the show on for the band. She squirmed a bit in her chair. We sat and listened to another set and at the end of this, Ana took some more money up to the tip jar. This time she took her time putting the money in giving those black guys a good look down her dress.After finishing the show, we asked for a last drink before going back to our hotel. Anita said she needed to use the bathroom before leaving the club. It was located upstairs.sex gifI watched as she headed up the stairs, swaying her nice round hips.The guitar player from the band came by and asked if I was enjoying the show; I told him that we were having a great time. We got into a chat.A very long chat, since I did not realize how long my sweet wife had been away in the bathroom. A while later Ana finally came back at the table and I introduced her to the guitar player. The man suddenly said he had to go and get ready for their next set so we said goodbye.I turned to Ana and asked if she was okay. She looked into my eyes and said that I would not believe what just happened to her…I opened my eyes and she leaned over to whisper into my ear:“The black drummer just fucked me upstairs…”I just smiled back, saying she should tell me everything about it.Ana said she went up to the bathroom and quickly did her business.She was heading back towards the stairs. The black drummer was standing in another doorway at the top of the stairs and said he would like to show his appreciation for Anita`s generous tips; so he took her hand and led her through the door and into a dimly lit room.He stepped towards her. Ana stepped back bumping into the wall. With her back against the wall he moved even closer to her. The next thing she felt was his hand under her dress rubbing her bare pussy lips. When my wife started to protest he leaned down and kissed her mouth as he continued to massage her pussy.He lifted her tight dress and wedged his knee between her thighs, causing them to open. He then started to finger fuck her soaking wet pussy.Anita admitted that she was really enjoying this manhandling from this guy.He then lifted up her body by grabbing her ass cheeks, while she was still pushed against the wall. The next thing Ana felt was him lowering her onto his large hard cock.The bastard lowered my sexy wife until she was completely impaled by his hard black cock. Ana said it felt really thick and very hard.He began to thrust into her as deep as he could go, stretching her pussy with each stroke. She said it felt so good and so nasty being fucked by a stranger just there upstairs; knowing I was so close…taboo porn storiesWhile he was thrusting his cock into her, he told Anita how much he liked seeing her tits at the stage and he knew she wanted to feel his cock in her. So he decided to give her what she wanted. The fuck session she needed.Ana came as she heard him saying this; her body shuddered with an electrical shot from her cunt to her head. When she stopped crying in pleasure, the black guy grunted and splashed his warm cum inside her.He quickly pulled out of her, zipped his pants up and walked away…My sexy wife then straightened her tight black dress and wobbled her way downstairs to our table.As she finished her story, Ana looked at me and said we had to go…I asked her if she was fine.“Oh yes, I just need you to fuck me…”. She said, with lust in her eyes.We headed towards the door. She stopped there and turned to smile at the black drummer, who back up on stage.Once in our room, Ana pulled her dress off and lay with her sexy toned legs spread open on the bed. I could see her puffy pussy lips with the creamy cum that the black guy had left inside her.I stripped off quickly and mounted on her sexy body, shoving my hard cock into her well used pussy. Anita was sloppy and very loose from his big cock. I pumped away enjoying the feel of every stroke inside Ana’s wet cunt.After a few minutes she began to moan as an intense orgasm made her sweet body shake in pleasure. While she was shuddering, I pumped my load deep into her cum soaked and stretched cunt.When my sweet Ana woke in the morning, she said she would ask her Boss to send her more often to Chicago… Rebecca and I had always felt a connection between us. We both did well at school and achieved good grades but we both suffered the downside to school life – being unpopular. In the two years that followed my high school graduation, I decided not to go to college, instead I took it easy, and generally was as slack as all the other kids had been at school. My sister had a different agenda; upon finishing school she went to college and became Miss Popular. I particularly resented the fact that she had broken the `spell’ and left me as the social misfit alone with my parents. I hardly left the house and if I did it was solely in order to get drunk, it was that bad. One day my sister returned for the weekend, she was due to go to a friend’s party and she made the most of the opportunity to eat at some level of luxury at the expense of my parents. When she arrived back home, you would have thought that Royalty had arrived. There was a ridiculous façade that everyone was really happy at home and everyone pretended to have missed my sister. When I saw her I just smiled and said hello. I knew that later she would discuss how I was feeling and ask if I had got out of my lethargic state yet. I hesitate to say it but sometimes I felt like I actually hated her, because of how popular she was and how goddamn nice she was to everyone. After some appalling takeaway pizza and some cringe-worthy conversation about life in a different city, I retired to my bedroom and remembered that I had bought a CD some weeks ago, that my sister would probably want to copy. I always did this for some reason, it was probably due to being so lonely and not having anyone to talk to half the time. I shouted to my sister that I had the CD and she said to put it on in her bedroom and she would come in and listen, after she had finished clearing the kitchen table. I had often gone into her bedroom when she was away at college and just looked around, you know stuff like old diaries and some photos of her and her friends partying. It depressed me really. I put the CD on and sat down on her bed. Rebecca came in and asked me about what I had been doing since she saw me last. I just replied nothing. She turned on the television and paid no attention to the CD. I stared vacantly at the television set. It was Friends, a programme that I would never watch. The characters in it were just too unrealistic and I despised the fact that they were all living together whilst I was living with my parents. I shivered, not at the show but at the atmosphere in the air. I was only wearing a T-shirt and jeans but even so, the air was really cold. My parents were real cheapskates and always did things on the cheap and that often meant the heating was switched off. “If you’re cold, put a top on,” my sister said in her ever so cheery way. I told her that my room was too far away. It was the room next to hers but my lethargic mood had set in. “Borrow one of mine?” she asked motioning to her chest of drawers. I told her that I was not quite at the stage where I would wear women’s clothes. She smiled at this as if she was relieved. I snuggled up to the pillow on her bed and continued shivering. “Lay down in the bed if you want,” she said. “I’m sure it’s clean.” I moodily climbed into the bed as if I did not want to. My sister switched off the CD and told me that she had to sort out her books, as she needed to take some back to college. I did not answer; I just lay in my sister’s bed and stared at the TV screen. My hands reached down to my groin, as they seemed to do, almost by instinct whenever I lay in bed. As I did this, I saw the outline of Jennifer Anniston’s nipples pointing through her denim dress. I looked over at my sister as she busied herself with her bookcase. My hands stroked my penis and my balls as I focused on the denim-clad nipples. I kept checking to see what my sister was doing, she seemed happy sorting out her books. I was getting nervous that my sister might turn and see a bulge under the sheets. But those nipples were so prominent! My penis was now erect and I could not resist jerking it lightly. A smile came across my face as I felt my temperature rise. The momentum of my jerking had risen; I looked over at my sister who was bending over. I slowed down my jerking and it suddenly occurred to me. My sister was not bad looking, her ass, which I had never noticed before, was nice and round and before I knew it my masturbation tempo speeded up. I glanced back at the television and there was those nipples again, wanting to be let out of that dress. Maybe this was why Friends was so popular. My heart stopped and I heard a noise. The sound of my fist hitting the sheets seemed deafening! Once again, my jerking slowed down. The rhythm of my masturbating was now slow as to be discreet but just fast enough to maintain any kind of satisfaction. The sound of my fist making slight contact with the sheets was then interrupted by a coughing noise. A deliberate coughing noise. My sister stood staring at me and the bulge that protruded from under her bed sheets. My face burned with guilt. I tucked my penis back into my pants and looked away from my perfect sister. I closed my eyes and tried to picture a calming situation but all I could think about was Jennifer Anniston’s nipples and my sister’s ass. I felt the mattress plunge as she sat down next to me. “What are we going to do with you?” her voice was calm under the circumstances. I whimpered a noise, which in my mind resembled `sorry’. “I know you’re going through a bad patch and everything so I’m not going to get mad,” from her voice it sounded like she was smiling. I slowly turned to face her. I had to admit it was sister was good looking. Her short brown hair and her tanned complexion were really pretty. Her breasts were a decent size and were kept underneath a tight black top. She had left to go to college as a real plain Jane but now… “We all do it,” she touched my face with the side of her hand as she said it. I’m surprised she did not burn her hand, I was blushing that much. “Do what?” I asked. I was embarrassed and was staring at her breasts seeing if her nipples protruded like Jennifer Anniston’s. They weren’t. “You know, touch… ourselves,” she smiled awkwardly. “Do you?” I regretted it as soon as I said it. She nodded her head.sex“What’s wrong?” she asked, “Are you having girl trouble?” I was always having girl trouble. Trouble even speaking to a girl. Tears formed in my eyes as I realised the situation I was in, my sister had caught me masturbating and now she was about to realise the truth. “I’m a virgin,” I whispered it as if it were some terrible secret that she could never have guessed. “I know,” she said and smiled. What does she mean she knows, I thought! She could have at least feigned surprise. She stroked my hair. I looked into her eyes and my penis stirred. “Does it bother you?” she asked. I nodded. “What can I do about it?” I asked in anguish, and felt my manhood twitch nervously. “Go out, meet girls, talk to them. Let them get to know the real you.” I sat upright and my semi-erect penis withered again. “Look at me, girls don’t want men like me,” I pulled the hand I had been using to masturbate and pointed at myself. “Who wants this?” That question seemed to hit her. She looked at me in pity and sat silently for a few uncomfortable minutes. I looked away again and stared at the wall. My sister put her hand on my shoulder, forcing me to face her. She lowered her voice. “James, I’m going to do something for you,” she looked me all over as she said it. “I can’t help you lose your virginity, but I’ll do something else for you. For one night only.” She put her hand under the bed sheets, unzipped my jeans, and placed her hand on my penis. She gripped it tightly and began to stroke it. “What are you doing?” I said alarmed. “Are you saying you want me to stop?” I shook my head and looked at the television screen. Jennifer Anniston was still wearing that dress. “What are we going to do?” I asked trying to keep calm as my sister pulled her hand out and stroked her breast suggestively. “We can do anything you want, apart from having full sex and you can’t eat my pussy” I was shocked as she said the word pussy. “I want to do you a favour but I won’t go as far as that.” She smiled and pulled away the bed sheets from over me. I lay still with my penis now visibly poking out of my jeans. “So do you want me to do anything for you?” I wondered what the hell my sister was doing and saying. This was someone who had entered the world the same way as I had the girl who used to call me `pig’ when I was five. Rebecca moved her hands over to the top of my jeans and pulled them down. “Don’t you want me to?” she said when she realised that I was as motionless as a statue. “No, please carry on,” I said softly as Jennifer Anniston’s nipples stared back at me as if they were mocking me. I moved so that my legs dangled down from the bed and my penis pointed upwards towards my sister. “Could you…” I paused and gazed at the bumps from under my sisters top. “Could I what?” she asked patiently. “Take off your top so I could see your nipples?” I wanted to see if they were like Jennifer Anniston’s. Rebecca smiled and unzipped her top at the back and pulled it off her and threw it next to me on the bed. “I’ll let you take off my bra,” she sat next to me and moved her head so that she could kiss me. I kissed her back and slowly removed her bra. She moved her head back a little so her breath fell on my face. “Kiss me harder, James.” I obliged and kissed her stronger than before. I opened my eyes and saw the credits for Friends roll. My hands moved upward over my sister body and fell on her breasts, they were soft and round I stroked them and felt my sister grab my penis. She pulled her face away from me. “Is that the first time you’ve been kissed?” I nodded and stared at her tanned cleavage. Her nipples were pointed and inviting. “Go ahead.” She said and motioned me to them. My head went down towards her right nipple and licked it. My sister laughed and told me to be `nasty’. I placed my mouth around it and sucked, flicking it with my tongue. I sucked the nipple and pulled it with my lips and teeth before releasing it and looking at it in all its swollen glory. My hands ran through my sister’s hair and as my hand touched her neck, her head bobbed down and her mouth encompassed my penis. Her tongue tickled the head before she looked up.ass sex stories“One shot deal,” she said. “You cum and that’s it, no more favours.” I nodded my head knowing that despite the limitations of the night it would be my only offer until I met a deaf, dumb and blind girl. Her head again sank onto my penis. She seemed to know what she was doing with my cock and I had to wonder what kind of servicing her boyfriend was getting if that was just the version reserved for her virgin no -hope brother. Rebecca really pumped my cock with her mouth, which until recently I thought was one of the purest mouths in the world, I mean, I’d never even heard her swear before! As she pumped faster and faster her hands gripped my backside and squeezed my buttocks. My hands lay firmly on her head as I massaged her hair and neck. I could not believe it; this was my sister blowing me off! My perfect sister, miss popular, the girl that is going to be a lawyer, the girl whose boyfriend is built like a brick shithouse, my sister who left me on my own with my parents, my sister who this very evening had caught me masturbating over Jennifer Anniston’s nipples… Aaarrggh. I was cumming! My sister struggled with the jets of hot white semen and dribbled some onto the floor. My head spun at the sight and the thought of what was happening. I blinked as if to test if I was dreaming, but when my eyes opened I saw my sister looking up at me whilst she licked her lips. . “Okay?” my sister, asked as my spunk dribbling down her chin. I nodded my head and stared at her cleavage. I would probably never see tits this nice again I thought to myself as my sister cleaned herself up and threw me a small paper towel. As I cleaned my confused penis with the paper towel I gazed at my sister’s ass and wondered why I didn’t get to see it. I was in the perfect position to see that beautiful round ass. I cursed myself, put on my clothes slowly, and wondered what the hell my sister was thinking. Did she regret this? Would she want to do it again? And more importantly, would she tell anyone about it? I picked up my CD, and left the room in a state of confusion. As I entered my bedroom, I smiled to myself. Wow, Jennifer Anniston’s nipples. Any comments to
  4. सेक्सी फिल्म भेजो वीडियो...This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. If you are offended by fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual sex, torture, or the ingestion of a wide range of bodily fluids, you should not read this story, nor should you read it if you are under 18 years of age. The story was written for White Shadow’s Nasty Stories. The holder of copyright– gives readers his permission to copy the story, but only if this disclaimer is copied as well. Butterflies. Butterflies in her stomach. A pretty thought, but not really what she felt like. No: when Trinh woke up it was 4 am, the middle of the night still, her stomach in knots, and her hands shaking. Not butterflies, more like some small animal — much larger and more powerful than a butterfly, with sharp teeth and claws — was trapped inside her belly and was trying to tear its way out. No way she could get back to sleep now. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then she sat on the side of the tub and listened to the water run. She started to cry, not much, a tear or two, but she was upset. I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, she kept saying to herself. But she felt like it was too late to back out. Plus, all the reasons she’d persuaded herself to do it in the first place were still there, still good reasons. I mean, the money, the money was incredible — $5000, for what, maybe two hours work, more like ninety minutes — that was insane, how could she pass that up? A friend of hers had had a spinal tap — can you imagine? — a spinal tap done at one of those medical study places, Pharmco or whatever it was — and she’d only made $4000. $4000! For a spinal tap! And here was $5000 just waiting, no pain, no work at all — just masturbating for an hour and a half while some sleazy guy taped it– very embarrassing, sure, and what if people — like her parents, oh God! — found out about it later. Ray, the guy who wanted her to make the tape, promised he’d only make one copy of the tape — for himself, the original went to a wealthy private collector. Trinh didn’t really believe this, figured at least a few copies would be distributed somehow — she just hoped not too widely. But really, $5000 dollars was a lot of money. She laughed and told herself that this was it, after today she’d never be able to get through the confirmation hearings, if she ever got nominated to the Supreme Court or something. She was giggling now, thinking of the headlines “First Vietnamese-American Supreme Court Nominee Admits Making Solo Porn Tape.” Well, goodbye to all that, Trinh thought, I’ll have to content myself with a lucrative but ignoble life in the private sector. She was laughing, feeling better. Still giggling as she gingerly lowered her little body into the steaming water. Ray looked at her picture again. She was what, 19, 20 — hard to believe she was that old, even. She looked like a kid, she could have been 13 or 14, a big smile and a sweet face, lovely jet black hair, her chest quite flat, narrow hips, what might have been called a lithe body except she was so short, not even five feet — a classic Vietnamese look, although supposedly she was half Chinese or something. A smart girl too — “a prestigious college in New England,” the card said, well, that could mean a lot of places, although he was pretty sure she lived no more than two or three hours from Boston — probably nervous as hell right now, but trying to congratulate herself on being so brave. Well, he chuckled to himself; little Miss Ivy League Asian Good Girl was in over her head this time, however brave she thought she was being. These specialty jobs were always the sweetest, $25,000 with some expenses covered to shoot six hours of videotape, the girl had to meet certain specs, a number of required acts, but really it was pretty easy. He’d hire a thuggish buddy of his to help out, pay him a couple thousand at most, a second cameraman, another couple thousand or so, the girl got a thousand up front as bait–she would never see any more money than that — so he ought to make close to $20,000 for this. And you couldn’t really call it work, either. Too much fun for that. Four foot eleven, and about ninety pounds. Just a little tiny slip of a girl. It was going to be enormous fun, stretching her out, and making her scream. Sitting on the T, her hands clutched tight to the bag in her lap, Trinh tried to think of $5000 and nothing else. $5000. No point now in worrying about how she got herself into this, it was happening, she was on her way, she couldn’t back out now. She needed the money; she had expenses her parents couldn’t understand. They were so sweet, but so strict; they wanted to manage every facet of her life and until Trinh had some money of her own, she was at their mercy. She was an adult now, and they would never understand that. Fuck, she said to herself — Trinh almost never cursed out loud, she really was prim in most ways, and she looked it, but in her head she swore and cursed and had the most dirty thoughts, she was a freak in her head, that’s probably why she’d agreed to do this — fuck, she said to herself, why am thinking about my parents? That’s not going to get me in the right mood. She closed her eyes, tried to relax. She thought of what she often did when she masturbated, two men, much larger than her, forcing her to the ground, holding her legs apart, pushing dirty fingers inside her… it was all kind of shadowy, the men hazy, just dim male shapes really, the pain kind of abstract. At first Trinh saw herself from the outside, from above, as they grabbed her and held her… but as it went on it became more real, the hands on her body, she could almost feel them, even sitting there on the T, clutching her bag, she could almost feel them holding her open, penetrating her vagina, her CUNT — she made herself think CUNT, you have a CUNT, Trinh, not a pussy or a clinical vagina, a CUNT, I have a hungry CUNT between my legs — and then the men in her head were calling her cunt, slut, whore, and then a penis, a large one, a BIG COCK was forcing its way inside, violently stretching her cunt, she was bleeding, screaming… She was shivering, shaking with desire, very wet already, sitting there on the T, feeling the dampness in her panties. That one always worked, the violent ones always got to her, other fantasies were just pictures, dry papery pictures in her head, but the violent ones somehow always came alive, felt real… made her come. Trinh was shy; she had trouble coming, trouble letting go, even with herself. She was late to begin masturbating, had been a virgin when she got to college. Barely not a virgin now, really, truthfully. God, she was going to have to think about all kinds of horrible stuff today if she was going to make herself come in front of that sleazy guy with his video camera. She took out the “script” — that sounded so silly, there weren’t any words, but what else to call it? — and went over the scenes again. Four scenes, between 20 minutes and half an hour each. The first was Trinh lying back on the bed slowly fingering herself; the next was Trinh playing with a little vibrator — not the kind you insert, just one that buzzed away on her clit — while sitting on the toilet. That was the one she dreaded. Ray had offered her an extra $500 to pee on camera, but she wouldn’t do it, not even for $1000. God, it was going to be hard masturbate sitting with her legs open on the toilet, using a vibrator was going to be strange enough. Then in the third scene she was back on the bed, with a big–well, big for Trinh, anyway–dildo, pushing it in deep. Finally she was to lie face down on the bed and hump a pillow, rubbing it between her legs until she came. Trinh had never masturbated that way, and it was awkward, when she had tried it a few nights ago, it took some getting used to, but she thought she could probably handle it. Oh God she was really dreading this. And Ray wanted her to try to talk as dirty as she could through the whole thing too. She had told him that she was too shy, that she had trouble saying bad words and stuff, but he said for her to try, if she was shy and embarrassed by talking dirty that would come across to the camera and that would be even hotter. It had made her embarrassed just to hear Ray say that! But she’d said she would try, try to talk as filthy as she could. She didn’t want to do this thing half-assed, she’d told him, and then giggled. That’s my girl, Ray had said in his soft southern accent, smiling at her.porn taboo storiesShe got off the T and walked the few blocks to the address Ray had given her, the thick moisture a little uncomfortable between her legs. It was a nice old house, a fancy one, in Newton. This was a little surprising. She checked the address again, made sure: apparently she had the right place. There was no bell; she timidly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she knocked again, much harder. Ray opened the door, looking friendly but serious. He asked her politely if she was still ready to do this, everything they’d talked about before, and Trinh whispered a shy “yes.” Ray broke into a big smile, he was like a little boy, Trinh thought, a little boy getting to see a girl take her clothes off for the first time. Ray led her into the house, to a large bedroom and Trinh was caught off guard: there were two guys already in the room, one was fiddling with a camera and the other was just lounging like a slob in a chair. Trinh hadn’t counted on having to masturbate in front of anyone other than Ray. “Ray,” she said softly, “who are they?” The cameraman was not old — maybe thirty — but he looked like he’d let a rough life. He was paunchy, kind of oily looking, with longish greasy hair and bad skin. He was just the sort you’d expect to be filming a video like this. The other guy was similar but worse, taller, fatter, dirtier, meaner-looking. “Just relax, Trinh, everything’s fine, OK, just like we agreed. C.J. here is a cameraman, he’s done a lot of these tapes, he’s better than I am. I’m going to run the second camera when we use that, OK. And Dan back here, well, he just wants to watch, it’s true, but because if he likes what you do for us today, he might be able to get you lots more work like this… could be a pretty good deal for you, Trinh, and since you were so emphatic about me making no copies of the tape we make today, I figured he’d have to come along, you know, to get some idea what you’re like… it’s really not a big deal, Trinh…” Ray put his hand low on Trinh’s back and kind of guided her to the bed. Ooooh, his hand felt creepy, Trinh shivered and wondered how she was ever going to make it through the next few hours. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “OK, Ray. An extra cameraman I understand, but some guy just checking me out while I do this? Come on, Ray. That’s worth another thousand dollars, I think.” Oh God she was so proud of herself for insisting on more money, it was so assertive and in control, not at all like the meek prim little Trinh that she was sick of always being. “You’re right, Trinh, you’re absolutely right, he shouldn’t get it for free, another let’s say, $500, that should be enough, shouldn’t it, what do you say, Trinh?” Ray was eager to start, she could tell, and the slobby guy, what was his name, Dan, he just kind of shrugged nonchalantly, so Trinh said, in the coolest voice she could manage, “I said $1000, Ray. $1000, or I walk or he walks.” Oh God she hoped that sounded as tough and cool as she wanted it to sound. Again the guy shrugged and Ray said, “That’s fine Trinh, OK, $1000 extra for Dan to watch, great. You’re pretty shrewd, Trinh, not as much of a kid as you look, you can tell I really want to make this movie with you. It’s going to be great. Are you nervous?” “No,” Trinh said, and then she started to laugh. “I’m lying, Ray. I’m super nervous.” “Excited though, right, still excited?” he said, “Because you look so wonderful and you’re just so sexy that I’m sure it’ll be great, a lot of fun.” A faint little mechanical sound, and a red light lit up: tape was rolling, she was being videotaped now, and the point of no return was past. “Yeah,” Trinh said bashfully. “I’m excited.” “Are you wet already, Trinh?” She looked down, away from Ray, but then made herself look up, right at the camera. “Yeah,” she said as firmly as she could, “Yes, I’m very wet right now. My… my cunt is very wet.” Her face felt hot, she was extremely embarrassed, but she had done it, talked dirty on camera. It could only get easier now. “What are you going to do for us today, Trinh? Are you going to show us that wet little pussy of yours?” “Yes,” she said. “I’m going to… to masturbate, you know, make myself come… with you… watching.” Stop being so shy, she told herself forcefully. “I’m going to stick my fingers in my wet little hole for you.” Ooooh her face was hot and flushed now, but that was better, be dirty, talk dirty, Trinh, she told herself. “Will you take off your clothes for us now Trinh?” Trinh stood and peeled off her tee shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark little nipples stuck out like hard little knots from her flat chest. She unbuttoned her silk pants, pulled them half way down. Ray was nodding appreciatively. She could not look at the other men, or at the camera; she stayed focused on Ray. She sat back on the edge of the bed and unfastened her shoes, pulled them off, then her socks, then her pants. All she had on now was a little pair of black cotton panties. The black was a good choice, she was pretty confident the huge wet spot was not visible. “The panties too?” she asked. Ray nodded and she wiggled out of them. “Spread your legs, please, Trinh,” Ray said hoarsely. She was embarrassed but she made herself do it, opening her thin little legs as wide as she could. She hadn’t shaved down there; her pubic hair wasn’t much anyway. She guessed that Ray had probably wanted her to shave: she knew one reason they’d probably picked her to do this tape was that she was so small and young-looking, like a little girl. That kind of sickened Trinh a bit and made her angry too — everyone always thought she was so much younger than she was — so she didn’t shave, didn’t want to play their game. Ray hadn’t asked, anyway, so he couldn’t really have expected her to shave anyway: she wasn’t a porn star, shaving her pussy wasn’t something she did. “Your cunt fur is very nice Trinh,” Ray said like he was reading her mind, “so dark and sparse, I love it, it’s lovely.” Wow, that made her feel strange, hearing him say that, but she managed to keep her legs wide open. “Get in close,” Ray said to the cameraman, “make sure you can see how wet she is.” Trinh felt dizzy, hearing that. She lightly touched her lips and felt that yes, she was so wet, it was probably easily visible to the camera. She was soupy and goopy and sloppy-wet down there, all right. She felt feverish; her face was blushing so hot. She always got so wet; so wet it made her self-conscious. She had sometimes watched in a mirror while she fingered herself, and she was always amazed, watching the tremendous gush of syrupy fluid flow out as she rubbed herself. “Trinh how often do you masturbate?” “A couple of times a week, I guess, on average,” Trinh said. “How do you masturbate? Tell us.” Ray had started to leer a little bit when he said this. He was looking into her eyes then down at her cunt. Trinh’s pussy was opening up a little, by itself; her hands were still at her sides. “I…” she stuttered a little, “I… well, I use my fingers, mostly. I have a dildo but I don’t use it much.” “Do you ever use a vibrator, Trinh?” “No.” “Do you play with your asshole as well as your pussy, Trinh, when you masturbate?” “Sometimes.” That was a big secret. She’d always pretended to be turned off by the idea of anal sex and anal insertion of any kind the few times it had come up, either when her boyfriend mentioned it or when talking about sex with other girls. But she did sometimes push a finger — or more commonly, the handle of a hairbrush — up inside her tiny little asshole when she rubbed her pussy. “What do you use, I mean, how do you play with your dirty little asshole, Trinh, when you play with it?” “I… I sometimes push a hairbrush handle, you know, inside me back there… it feels really dirty and snug and filled up…” “What sort of fantasies do you have Trinh? When you masturbate? What helps you have the biggest orgasms?” “It’s too private to talk about,” Trinh whispered. “Well Trinh when you start masturbating for us in a few minutes what will be running through that pretty sweet head of yours? Don’t be shy: please tell us.” “I have… a lot of very… you know, very violent fantasies… rape fantasies I guess… I think about that sometimes,” she was barely audible. “Say that again, Trinh, what sort of fantasies?” Ray asked. More loudly she said, “Rape fantasies. Violent and disgusting ones.” “Really Trinh? Why don’t you tell us about one of these rape fantasies of yours while you masturbate for us?” Trinh positioned herself more comfortably on the bed and began rubbing a finger gently in circles around her clit, then sneaking down and playing with her lips, pressing a finger a little way inside her vagina. Starting slowly — but she was already so wet, so hot, so ready. It wouldn’t take much to make her come the first time. “I just you know think about men grabbing me, holding me down, forcing their big cocks into me, into my mouth and cunt and asshole, cocks too big for my body, you know,” this was hard to say, but it was making her pussy throb and itch to say it, “cocks that you know kinda split me open, make me… bleed I guess, huge cocks raping my little body…” “Is that what you’re thinking about now Trinh? Big cocks tearing up your tender little holes…”father son fuck step mom“Yeah,” she said, “a big man forcing his big dirty cock deep inside me, hurting me, making me scream and cry, making me bleed…” She was working her finger hard on her clit now and pressing a finger rapidly in and out of her cunt too, pushing herself, it was making her so hot to talk this way. “More than I can take, just raping me, raping me, forcing me to take his cock…” Her breathing was getting ragged, her pussy was tingling and pulsing and she was getting close, getting close… “Go ahead Trinh, make yourself come, thinking about being raped, hurt by huge cocks, monstrous hard cocks forced inside you, tearing you open…” It didn’t take much more, a couple of quick hard little circles right on her clit and she was coming, squealing and flopping and writhing on the bed, fingers buried deep inside her wetness, her clit just pulsating like it would explode… she lay back and closed her eyes and moaned and moaned, lost in her pleasure, so nice, so intense, rippling through her body in powerful waves, her toes were tingling, mmmmmmm… And then she felt hands grabbing her still quivering body, Ray and the other guy were pinning her down, what was happening? Oh God no, no please, Trinh thought and began to scream. The two men held her. She was kicking fiercely but they were holding her arms immobile and were well out of range of her legs. She was screaming and kicking, wildly snapping at them with her mouth ineffectively between screams. The cameraman was filming the whole thing. One of the men, not Ray, the larger one, Dan was it? straddled Trinh and sat on her, crushing the breath out of her and pinning her to the mattress. She raised her knees as hard as she could, trying to knee him in the small of the back, near his kidneys, but she couldn’t manage much force, not with the man’s body pressing down on her so hard. The man held Trinh’s thin arms together above her head while the Ray began to wrap gray electrical tape tightly around Trinh’s wrists. When Dan leaned forward to pin Trinh’s bound wrists against the headboard, to tape them in place there, Trinh mustered her strength and managed to bite him on the neck, not very hard. He cursed, let go of Trinh’s taped hands for a second, held her head still with one hand, and drove his other fist into her nose. A short quick punch, without that much force behind it, but the pain was surprisingly intense. She was stunned. He drew back his fist again, then paused, opened his hand and slapped her hard. That took some of the fight out of her. She wasn’t struggling much now but she was still screaming, screaming as loud as she could. She was still half-heartedly trying to kick as Ray and Dan spread her legs wide apart, each man securing an ankle to a bedpost. She was really helpless now, spread open and bound, open to whatever these men wanted to do to her. She was crying now, still screaming too, hot tears running down her face as she screamed like a baby. “Let’s shut her up for a bit,” Ray said. He wadded up Trinh’s panties and shoved the wet black cotton mass into her mouth as she screamed, muting her. “Oooh that’s pretty,” the cameraman said, almost involuntarily, as he focused on Trinh’s tear-stained face, so fragile and lovely and helpless, stressed with pain and fear, the black panties crammed roughly into her mouth, which still made muffled little attempts to scream. “Work her tits a little, Dan,” Ray said. The man grinned and obliged, taking Trinh’s hard left nipple between thumb and forefinger and abruptly pinching very hard, and twisting. Trinh’s nipples were tiny and sensitive. She liked them to be pinched, hard; she could never get her boyfriend to do it hard enough. Sometimes when she masturbated, she put clothespins on her nipples and lately she’d taken to putting those little black binder-clips on them — God, they squeezed hard; it was all she could take. But this was much worse. He was pinching and twisting both nipples now, pulling her little tits away from her body, stretching them. Then he was biting her left nipple, God, so hard! He was drawing blood! Chewing hard on her nipple, tearing it like a piece of meat! Trinh closed her eyes, tried to close off her mind somehow, trying even to concentrate on the pain itself so she would not be tormented by fears of what would happen next. Things were just starting, she knew, everything would get so much worse before these men were done with her… so she just tried to focus on the pain itself, the spiky pain in her nipples. She felt something pushing inside her cunt, while the guy continued ripping her nipples with his teeth. It was small, a finger, probably. She tried to tighten up but it was already inside prodding her. It didn’t really hurt though, not like her nipple, which she could feel being scraped raw and lacerated and torn open by Dan’s teeth. All at once Dan stopped biting her; she opened her eyes to see the big dumb brute leering cheerfully at her, his stupid face smeared with her blood. It was sickening. He spat at her and a bit of flesh hit her face along with his bloody saliva. God, he had really bitten the tip of her nipple off! This was so terrible, so awful — she was trying to scream and she tried to look down at her ravaged little breasts, both nipples were badly torn, ragged looking, the left one still bleeding… Ray took his finger out of Trinh’s cunt and Dan lowered his mouth and quickly and expertly found her clit. He gripped it hard between his teeth and began to bite. This was worse, lots worse, that the nipples. She could feel him breaking the delicate skin, it was too much, the pain was too much, oh God, oh God, no, no, no, she was screaming, Ray took the panty gag out and her voice was shrill and piercing, she was screaming “oh please no please God no” over and over again in her high squeaky voice. Dan stopped biting her clit. The pain in her clit slacked off a little, but now she felt her torn nipples again too, her whole body was on fire now, it felt like. She continued to cry and scream. Dan stood next to Trinh’s face and he unbuttoned his pants. He lowered them, then his underwear, and a massive cock, long but mainly thick, the thickest Trinh had ever seen, even in pictures or movies, it was like a beer can almost, was inches from Trinh’s face. She was still fighting, trying to snap at his cock but she couldn’t reach it. Ray said, “It’s just like your fantasies Trinh, isn’t it? Dan’s cock will split your tiny little cunt wide open… oh won’t that make you come so hard Trinh, that big dirty cock just tearing your little open cunt apart?” Trinh was screaming, pleading, “Don’t please don’t, just let me go, please just let me go, I won’t press charges, just let me go…” Ray was laughing. He aimed his camera at Trinh’s face while C.J. got into position to tape the actual insertion, the actual pussy-ripping rape Trinh would soon be forced to endure. Dan stood between Trinh’s legs and without much preparation began to push the swollen head of his cock hard into her pussy. She was fighting still, trying to tighten up and close off her cunt, but it was no use, and her fighting made the pain worse… it was good that she was so wet, at least… she relaxed some and part of his cock slid in more easily. He was so big though, huge, and she could feel his cock stretching her skin, she was crying, but trying not to scream, trying to relax as much as she could, so it wouldn’t hurt so much… “Is she bleeding yet?” Ray asked C.J. “Oh yeah she’s nice and bloody down there, he’s really tearing her up,” C.J. said gleefully, his camera glued to the point of attack. Dan was grunting, straining, and pushing in as hard as he could. “Yes little bitch, take it, take it, little bitch,” he kept saying, almost to himself, as he pummeled Trinh’s helpless tiny pussy. She could feel him stretching her past the breaking point; feel her tender skin beginning to tear, beginning to bleed profusely. It felt like someone was fucking her hard with a baseball bat covered with sandpaper. She could feel the skin chafing–no, ripping open–with every hard thrust. She was screamed out now, just too tired to manage it, but she was sobbing and squealing a little each time her assailant pushed in deep. “I’m close,” Dan said loudly. “Where do you want it?” “Pull out and squirt on her belly. I don’t want it too sloppy in there when I fuck her,” Ray said. Dan pulled his enormous cock out of Trinh so fast she had to gasp, but she felt better — a little better — as soon as he was out of her. Dan leaned forward over her and stroked himself once, and suddenly his cock violently spat out a wave of thick sperm. It squirted out hard, and hit Trinh in the chin, on her neck, and then the little spurts covered her belly and her lower abdomen. A little pool of Dan’s repulsive semen collected in her bellybutton. “Oh God oh sweet fuck,” Dan said, “that’s so good, so good, she’s as tight as a little kid, God, I swear that’s the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been inside, it’s like fucking a ten year old, my God.” He was huffing and puffing and rubbing his softening cock, a little semen still oozing from its peehole. Trinh was in so much pain she was dizzy. It came from everywhere, her nipples, her ear, her cunt, lines of raw unquenchable pain radiating through her body. She was disoriented, very weak; letting out little gasps and sobs from time to time. Ray was taking off his pants. “Take a look, Trinh,” he said, standing beside her and turning her head so she could see his cock up close. It was smaller, a lot smaller than Dan’s, but still, bigger than average. “After having Dan inside you, you probably won’t even feel me,” Ray said, chuckling. Trinh hoped he was right. “Are you ready little bitch?” Ray asked. When Trinh made no response, he spit on her face. “I said ‘are you ready, little bitch?'” This time Trinh managed a little nod. “Good girl,” Ray said.amateur sex photoHe got down between Trinh’s legs and drove himself balls-deep into her cunt with one big thrust. It hurt some, but added to what she was already feeling, it wasn’t really much worse, not at first. “Oh yeah that’s nice,” Ray said, and he began to pump rapidly in and out. There was wetness, from Trinh’s pussy juices and her blood, and she was still pretty stretched out from Dan; Ray was sliding in and out easily, but the raw wounds from the earlier rape came alive with pain on every thrust. Before long it was almost as bad as it had been when Dan was raping her. She tried to close her mind down, to feel nothing, to keep herself separate from the pain, but every time he pushed hard into her, he was rubbing her poor tortured little cunt more and more raw, grinding her flesh almost, she couldn’t keep it from hurting, couldn’t minimize the pain, even in her exhaustion the pain was so intense, so unavoidable. I must be about to die, she kept thinking, I can’t take much more, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Too weak to scream steadily, but she was whispering, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” as Ray pushed in and pulled out. “Oh God I’m there,” Ray squealed and he pulled his cock out and raised his body up over Trinh and squirted a hot messy pulse of gooey sperm all over her wincing little face. Ray rolled off, panting. “Jesus she’s a hot little whore, that was so good, so tight, even after you split her open,” he said to Dan. “Just like you said, practically like a little kid. What a hot bloody little hole, God damn.” The cameraman was holding the camera with one hand and with the other he unzipped and took his little cock out and rubbed it, aiming for Trinh’s face too, coming hard, shooting his own sour thin semen on top of Ray’s. The three men stood around her, their drooping cocks still dripping. Dan was starting to get stiff again, slowly. Trinh’s eyes were closed; she was holding her breath, trying to make herself lose consciousness. “Oh God Trinh you must be one tired little Ivy League bitch after all that,” Ray said to her in a mock-sweet voice. “You must be very thirsty.” Trinh opened her eyes and Ray immediately spit on her sperm-coated face. “Are you thirsty, little bitch?” Ray asked her. “Yes,” she said softly. “Please let me go now, please.” Ray said, “No baby doll, we aren’t nearly done with you, Trinh. Not at all. But if you’re thirsty, we can fix that. Are you ready, Dan?” Dan nodded. The big man then straddled her chest and pressed his smelly large penis against Trinh’s face. She was still crying quietly. His penis was smeared with her blood and her vaginal fluid –part of the awful smell was her own pussy, her own blood. The penis was sort of semi-hard now and the man kind of slapped it lightly against Trinh’s face, popping the stiffening flesh against her cheek. “Open your mouth, you little slut,” the man said. Trinh parted her lips, trying to prepare herself to have the smelly dirty cock forced deep into her mouth, down her throat. She knew she would gag, probably she would gag over and over again, she might vomit… she didn’t want to do that, didn’t want to risk choking to death… But then the man started urinating! He was pissing in her mouth! The taste was salty and sour and acrid… she tried to let it drool out of her mouth, but the man screamed, “Swallow my piss you fucking bitch! You fucking toilet!” He stopped pissing for a second and smacked her open-handed across the face and Trinh started gulping the foul liquid down. The camera was only about a foot from her face, it was getting a little urine splattered on it, the cameraman was getting a good close up shot of Trinh’s revulsion, of sour salty piss flooding her prissy little mouth, filling her up as she gulped it down. And then the man was aiming his cock at Trinh’s face, at her hair, soaking her pretty little head with his urine. He just kept pissing, more and more of it, dripping all over Trinh, running down her throat. Please stop, please make it stop, Trinh kept saying — praying — to herself, and she was still swallowing, still tasting the man’s pee, the stream was still powerful, she could feel it hitting the back of her throat as the man called her a urinal, a pissy whore, a little toilet bitch. At last he finished. A last few drops of acrid urine fell on to Trinh’s tongue, Dan slapped her face softly and then he got off of her body. “That was just a little appetizer for you, my sweet slut,” Ray said and left the room. Trinh tried not to wonder what he meant by the piss being just an appetizer, tried not to think about what was going to come next. From the kitchen Ray brought o My nineteen year old cousin DJ had been coming to spend two weeks with me during the summer ever since…
  5. One evening I chatted with a man online who expressed interest in a real meeting. He sent me a pic of himself and I must say I found him to be very sexy. The pic showed a very good looking black man, about 6′ 4,” 220 lbs dressed in a t shirt that showed off his strong muscular frame. He seemed very nice as we chatted and I finally consented to meeting him at a motel. I was very excited as we firmed up the details of our meeting and couldn’t wait to get to the motel and get ready for him. I got to the motel early and began preparing myself for my new boyfriend’s arrival. I stripped immediately and excitedly went to the bathroom to begin my transformation into the sexy girl I so much want to be. I put on eye makeup, blush and then bright red lip stick that matched the polish on my pretty toes. When my makeup was complete I donned my red mini dress and black stockings. I then put on my wig — I looked in the mirror and loved the way my dress accentuated my shapely legs. I pranced around the room watching myself in the mirror for a while and then suddenly noticed a Hispanic man apparently from the housekeeping staff peer in the window as he passed by. I suddenly realized that I had left the curtain of the large window that encompassed the entire outside wall of the room next to the door open a couple of feet. They could actually see me! I sat on the bed crossing my legs and watched other staff members pass by, some across the parking area and others right outside my room. They all seemed to look in my direction as they passed. As I sat there a young pretty Hispanic woman looked into the window and gave me an amused smirk. I was embarrassed and excited – not knowing whether I should shut the curtains or to display myself for their amusement. Knowing they could see me thrilled me. I just sat there for a few minutes allowing these strangers to see me dressed as a sissy slut. I finally decided to put on my 4″ heels as the time of my new boyfriend’s arrival was quickly approaching. Once I had attached the ankle straps I stood and admired my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. I sat there and waited anxiously for him to arrive. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Startled and excited I jumped up and approached the door. I immediately drew the curtains realizing that I didn’t want the housekeeping staff to be able to see me now as I pleased my lover. I then opened the door and smiled nervously at the beautiful black man standing in the doorway. He returned my meek smile with a confident grin as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He immediately wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me against his strong chest as he gazed down into my eyes. He kissed me tenderly at first and then he reached down cupping my ass in one large hand as he kissed me with increased passion probing my open mouth with his tongue. I felt so small, so feminine as he consumed me in his tight embrace. I loved how he was making me feel. All I could think about at that moment was how I wanted him to make me his special girlfriend. We kissed and licked each other for a few minutes still standing just inside the door. He suddenly broke off the kiss and told me to take his cock out. Nervously I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants pulling them down over his muscular ass cheeks. I held his semi erect cock in my hand realizing how incredibly thick and long it was in its near flaccid state. I loved the way it felt in my hand, so smooth and warm, as I caressed its length. I stared at it as it began to grow longer and harder making my hand appear so small, so dainty as I tried to wrap my fingers around its girth. As I teased the bulbous head I gazed dreamily up into his dark eyes. He was so gorgeous! His friendly expression suddenly became very serious which made me feel very uneasy and I averted my eyes from his now icy stare. “You want to be my girl?” he asked sternly. “Oh yes” I replied as I smiled coyly up at him. “I’ll do anything for you” I assured him. He smirked and then seemed to become impatient and pushed me effortlessly to my knees before him. I stared up at him questioningly as I fell to my knees and then realized what he wanted from me as my eyes now fell upon his beautiful thick manhood now inches from my face. “Suck it you little whore” he demanded as he rubbed his huge erection over my face. His humiliating words cut through me as I realized how much I wanted him to make me his whore. I knew I would do anything to please him. I wanted desperately for him to want me. Nervously I lightly licked the head and tongued my way down the side of his long thick shaft to the base and then back up the other side. I was amazed and thrilled to taste the taut skin of his big black cock. I looked at the purplish head of his dick for a second and then hungrily engulfed as much of the head and shaft as I could in my mouth. My mouth was stretched wide as I crammed about four inches of it in and began sucking it passionately. His hot, hard cock felt so wonderful sliding in and out of my mouth as I stroked the remaining five inches of his immense shaft with both hands. I wanted it so much. I felt so sexy, so feminine as I lovingly kissed, licked and sucked his magnificent manhood. Suddenly I heard the curtains being opened and glanced up to see that he had drawn them open a few feet. I tried to protest but he grabbed my head in his strong hands and pulled my mouth over his huge cock muffling my cries. As I sucked him I peered up at the window, my eyes tearing, praying that no one would pass by as they had earlier. “Show our friend outside how you like to suck cock” he laughed as he ravaged my poor little mouth with his big cock. Suddenly I noticed a figure at the window and quickly looked up to see the Hispanic man who had peered in at me earlier standing there staring down at me. I was terrified and tried to struggle against the tight grip of my boyfriend’s big strong hands. Unable to free myself I helplessly knelt before him, his cock fucking in and out of my mouth, as the Hispanic man watched intently at the window.tiny sexy girl photoI was so embarrassed as my boyfriend pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me beg for it as he rubbed it over my lips in front of this total stranger. My eyes filled with tears as I pleaded with him to close the curtains and let me suck him some more. “If you want it beg me, the curtain stays open,” he taunted. I glanced at the man staring at me from outside the window and then looked pleadingly up at the imposing figure who now controlled me so completely. “Please let me suck your beautiful cock,” I begged as both men seemed to smile at my humiliation. After a few moments hesitation which seemed to intensify my embarrassment he told me to open my mouth. I opened obediently awaiting his cock to enter, but instead he slapped it against my lips and face and laughed at me as I tried desperately to catch it between my lips. Finally he allowed me to take it into my mouth and I sucked him hungrily no longer aware or caring about the man outside witnessing my submission. After a minute or so he pulled away and to my relief closed the curtains. He then went to a nearby chair and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He was absolutely beautiful, a lean, body builders shape with rippling arms, chest, abs and legs. I just stared at his impressive physique desperate to feel his nakedness against me. I began to approach him reaching for the huge horse cock that dangled down between his muscular thighs, but he extended his strong arm out and grasped me around the throat before I could reach him. “If you want me honey you have to entertain my friends first,” he said sternly. Confused, I looked into his eyes, “friends?” I asked fearfully. “Yeah” he said smiling, “they’re right outside”. With that he released his grip and sat down in the chair, his long cock hanging down over the edge. I implored him not to make me do it, “I want you, I promise I’ll do anything, but please don’t make me humiliate myself in front of your friends” I pleaded. “Do you want me?” he asked impatiently. “You know I do,” I said tearfully. “Open the door,” he demanded. I hesitated staring at him, longing to feel him again even if it was his fingers around my neck. I felt so excited by him, but frightened at the prospect of other men using me. I wanted him so much, and he knew I would submit to him. I felt I had no choice really. I knew if I didn’t open the door then he surely would. I slowly reached for the door knob and nervously cracked open the door and peeked out. At first I saw no one then two black men got out of a car across the parking lot and approached the room. One was tall and thin carrying two six packs of beer, the other was a very large man, quite heavy with a big round belly hanging over his jeans. When they reached the door I opened the door wider and stepped back both to conceal myself behind the door and to give them room to enter. Once inside they both turned to look me over as I closed the door. “So this is the little whore you been telling us about” the thin one laughed as he leered at me. “Yeah guys, this is Ricki,” my boyfriend answered still lounging naked in the chair. “Ricki go put something on that my friends will like,” he instructed pointing to the bathroom. I nervously retired to the bathroom aware of their eyes watching me as I walked across the room in my 4″ heels. I closed the bathroom door and removed my dress and donned the little black babydoll nightie he had told me to bring. Once I had it on I stared at myself in the mirror as I tried to get a grip on myself. I knew what I was going to do as conflicting emotions of sexual excitement and shame consumed me. I reentered the room and approached them in my sexiest walk swaying my hips and moving my arms in a dainty fashion. The fat guy laughingly complimented me on my pretty nightie which embarrassed me and thrilled me as I stood blushing before them I stood there awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other for a few moments until the thin one told me to turn for them and show them my ass. I hesitated and then meekly turned to show my naked ass cheeks peeking out from below my baby doll nightie. Just then my boyfriend instructed me to raise my nightie so they could see better. Humiliated I reached for the hem and lifted the nightie fully exposing my ass to their eyes. “She’s got a nice ass for fucking” the fat one said as he cracked open a beer. “Yeah I think we’re going to have fun with this little sissy slut” laughed the thin one. In the mirror I could see my boyfriend putting his pants back on and I turned toward him wondering what he was doing. He smiled at me, “I’m going to get some ice, entertain them until I get back,” he said as he left. Once the door closed the fat one came up behind me and ran his hand over my exposed ass cheeks and then slid his fingers along the crack of my ass. “Yeah honey you going to love me,” he whispered menacingly into my ear. I was frightened as I felt his fingers roughly coursing through the crack of my ass and his hot, smelly breath on my neck. I couldn’t believe I was submitting to these awful men. “I want to see her dance for us,” yelled the thin one from the bed where he sat drinking his beer. “Yeah, good idea,” agreed the fat guy as he sat back on the bed and took another long swig from his beer. The thin guy got up and turned the TV on to one of those music video stations and then sat in the chair where my boyfriend had been minutes before. “Dance baby!” he yelled. Embarrassed, but thankful that I didn’t have to feel the fat guy’s groping anymore I began to sway and move to the music. “Come on, get into it!” the fat one demanded. I began to move and turn for them allowing my nightie to swing out exposing my ass and little sissy dick. I was starting to really get into it as the door opened and my boyfriend stepped back into the room carrying a bucket of ice. He smiled at me approvingly as he set the ice down on the table by the window. I continued to twirl and jiggle my ass for them as they laughed and encouraged my sexy dance. Suddenly I heard the curtains open. Startled I turned quickly toward the window and saw that my boyfriend had opened it at least six feet. To my horror the Hispanic man who had witnessed me servicing my boyfriend earlier was standing there with two other men I had never seen before staring at me from right outside the window. I was so embarrassed and terrified I just stood there dumbfounded. “Keep dancing bitch,” yelled the fat guy. “Yes, dance for us,” my boyfriend demanded as he stood smirking by the door. Not knowing what else to do I began to move to the music again, a bit timidly at first as all six men observed me with amusement. As I began to once again twirl and shake for my audience I noticed another figure outside the room. It was the young woman from housekeeping who had seen me earlier. She was holding her hands to her mouth trying unsuccessfully to suppress her laughter as she watched me dance. My eyes welled up with tears as I tried desperately to continue my dance. Her eyes on me made me feel so embarrassed, more than I had ever been in my life. Moments later my boyfriend shut the curtains. “That’s enough of that, I think its time our little sissy paid us for all the fun she’s been having” he suggested. “Yeah bitch,” agreed the tall one as he got up and approached me. I felt a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach as he pushed me to my knees and extracted his black cock from his jeans. Knowing what he wanted I immediately took his cock which was smaller than my boyfriend’s, but still quite long in my hand. I licked the head and continued planting kisses down its length to the base and then took his balls into my mouth and sucked lightly on them licking along the underside of them. He then turned around and bent over demanding that I lick his asshole. I obediently licked his puckered hole as I continued to stroke his now long rigid cock.taboo sex storyHe got down on his hands and knees causing me to do the same in order to have the right angle in which to service him. The thin black man reached back with one hand holding me by the back of my head as my tongue probed his smelly hole. Suddenly I could feel hands on my hips and fingers greasing my exposed asshole. I realized the fat man was readying me for his cock which I had never even seen yet. I prayed he was not too big. I continued to rim the thin man’s asshole jerking his dick toward the floor as the fat man’s cock began to push against my little hole. As it jabbed its way in I cried out at the initial pain now realizing that he was indeed quite thick. He pushed it in another few inches and then withdrew plunging it in again without warning. I screamed as he continued ramming me with his thick black cock. The thin man turned around somewhat annoyed that I had been distracted from my service to him and got on his knees with his cock in my face. “Suck it bitch,” he demanded. “Yeah suck him while I fuck ya,” yelled the fat guy as he jammed his cock deep into my ass. I took the long hard cock before me into my mouth. Each time the fat man rammed me from behind the cock in my mouth plunged down my throat. Impaled at both ends I was helpless to control either of them. I choked and moaned as they relentlessly fucked me for what seemed like hours. Finally the cock in my mouth jerked as the thin man grunted releasing gobs of hot cum down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it all. He left his spent cock in my mouth for a few moments as the fat man continued to savagely fuck my ass. As the once rigid pole began to wilt he slipped it out allowing me to now cry out loud as the thick cock rammed me from behind. Suddenly his grunts became louder and more frequent as he began to reach his own orgasm. “Cum baby!” I screamed praying for the vicious fucking to end. He made three quick final thrusts and exploded filling my ass with his hot cum. He immediately fell back dislodging himself from my rectum and I instinctively looked back at him. He laid there on the floor recovering with a satisfied, amused look on his face as he watched a river of his cum flow from my gaping hole. I then looked over at my boyfriend who had watched the whole thing from the chair by the window. He seemed pleased by what he had seen. That seemed to make what I had had to do worth it somehow. I was glad that he was pleased. I turned toward him and crawled on my hands and knees past the satiated fat man towards where my boyfriend sat. As I approached him he smiled at me and took hold of the beautiful manhood that hung between his muscular thighs holding it out inviting me to take it. I crawled up between his strong legs and kissed the underside of the thick shaft as he held it up for me. As I licked up the shaft I gazed into his eyes lovingly happy to be finally feeling his gorgeous body close to me. “Do me little whore” he said as he moved his hard butt to the edge of the chair. Desperate to please him the harsh words in no way deterred my enthusiasm. I licked him all over, his balls, pubic area down to his asshole. He raised his legs to his chest opening his little hole for me and I jabbed my tongue in as far as I could and ate him out. I was so excited – I couldn’t get my tongue in far enough to appease my craving. I licked and sucked his tight hole for a minute or so until he dropped his legs back to the floor preventing me from continuing. I immediately took hold of his hardening cock and kissed and licked my way to the bulbous head before taking it into my mouth. I passionately sucked, licked and kissed his beautiful black cock. In my mind I was making love, not just sucking cock. I never wanted anyone more than I wanted him at that moment. I wanted him to take me completely – to fuck me. Finally I could take it no more and shamefully begged him to fuck me. At first he didn’t reply, rather just sat there with an amused expression. “Please” I asked again as I gazed up at him. “Please fuck me,” I repeated somewhat embarrassed now realizing how desperate I sounded. He got up and stepped over me, his cock rubbing across my face as he did. I stood and began to turn towards him, but he stopped me and bent me over the chair with my hands gripping the armrests. He placed the huge head of his cock on my still wide open hole and pressed it in a few inches as I excitedly wiggled my ass invitingly. I winced at the initial penetration, but the pain subsided quickly do to the lubrication of the fat man’s cum. “Fuck me” I pleaded not caring if he hurt me. He pumped into me slowly at first and then fed more and more of his horse cock into my hole as his pace quickened. His cock felt so good in my ass I began to jerk on my little sissy dick excitedly. I screamed in pain and ecstasy as he plunged his huge cock deep into my hungry hole filling it completely. He pounded away at my defenseless little hole as I supported myself with one hand and jerked wildly at my rock hard dick with the other. Suddenly his hot cum jetted deep into my ass sending me into my own orgasm my cum splattering onto the seat cushion. When he pulled out I fell to my knees exhausted overcome by both what he had done to me and my own orgasm. I laid there a few moments and then looked up to see him getting dressed. The others were already dressed and were walking out the door. When they had gone I asked him if I could see him again. “Maybe” is all he said. When he had finished dressing he too left. I just knelt there on the floor foolishly thinking that he would return as I heard the engine start and the car pull away. I was ashamed of how I had let them use me. It made me feel like such a whore. I still wanted him though and I knew I would let him use me again if I had the chance. Just as I was about to get ready to leave there was a knock on the door. Startled I just stared at the door a few moments wondering who was at the door and too frightened to answer it. Then I thought maybe my boyfriend didn’t leave with the others, maybe he had stayed behind. I got up and went to the door placing my hand on the knob, but didn’t turn it. “Who is it?” I asked timidly through the door. “Open up,” a man’s voice yelled from the other side of the door. He was obviously not my boyfriend, I didn’t recognize the voice at all, but he had a Spanish or Hispanic accent. “Who are you?” I asked nervously. “You better open up now or I’m calling the police — I saw what you were doing in there,” he said sternly. I stood there frozen, suddenly terrified at the truly public humiliation a visit from the police would bring. Things like that make the papers and I couldn’t risk that. I then peeked through the peep hole in the door and saw the Hispanic man who had seen me sucking off my boyfriend. I could guess that he wanted some of the same and figured that was better than getting into trouble. “Oh what the hell,” I sighed as I reached for the door knob again and opened the door as I stepped back peeking around it as he entered. He immediately took hold of my arm and pulled me toward the bed swinging me around causing me to lose my balance and fall on the bed on my back. As soon as I hit the bed I sat back up and saw the two men and the young woman who had watched me dance for my boyfriend and his friends as they entered the room. As I stared up at them in shock they moved forward and stood around me. “You want some more cock baby?” the Hispanic man said laughingly grabbing his crotch.xxx nude erotic photoThe other two men, also Hispanic I think, just stood their leering at me as the woman giggled and stared at me. I didn’t know what to say, I was overwhelmed with fear and embarrassment and just sat there hoping they would not force me to do anything. “Maria wants to see you do it,” announced the older man standing by the woman. “Don’t you,” he laughed as he put his arm around her as she covered her mouth shyly and giggled uncontrollably. As I averted my eyes from Maria’s humiliating gaze I saw that the Hispanic man who had watched me giving head through the window had unbuckled his pants and was now holding his fat cock before me. I looked up at him pleadingly and shook my head in silent refusal hoping that he would not make me do it in front of Maria and the others. “Suck it you little slut — You know you want it” he demanded as he moved closer rubbing the tip against my face making me pull back surprised at the sudden contact. “Please, NO,” I protested as I moved back on the bed my legs now partially dangling off the bed. Suddenly he jumped on top of me crawling over me until I was forced onto my back with his weight on my chest and his cock inches from my lips. Helpless I stared up at him as he rubbed his cock over my clenched lips while the others moved around so they could get a better look. “Lick it bitch,” commanded my captor as he tried to pry my lips apart with his now rigid tool. Realizing I had no choice I relented parting my lips and extending my tongue to the head of his cock as he slapped it again my open lips. Suddenly he moved forward and pushed it against the gap in my lips forcing them to open wide as he jammed his cock deep into my mouth. Supporting himself over me with his hands he fucked my mouth relentlessly as I desperately tried to accommodate his rhythm to avoid choking. As he pummeled my face one of the other men, I didn’t know which at the time raised my legs and jammed his cock into my sore little asshole. I tried to scream as the cock in my ass began to furiously ram me only managing a loud grunt with my mouth filled with cock. They fucked me for what seemed an eternity when finally the cock fucking my mouth released its load far down my throat gagging me for an instant as I by reflex gulped it down. As he pulled his cock out and rolled to the side I could see Maria watching me intently with a glazed look on her face as the older man massaged her ample breasts through her shirt. They watched, mezmerized as the other man, a younger, but ugly man with a rutty face and a few teeth missing, fucked me savagely. Unwilling to look at the horrible man as he abused my burning asshole I stared into Maria’s eyes suddenly feeling a sort of kinship with her as the old man groped her. Up until that moment she had seemed a willing participant, but now she seemed to be submitting to the men as I was. I watched as he opened her shirt and pulled her bra up allowing her large breasts to flop free jiggling as they settled on her chest. She showed no pleasure in her face, just an acceptance, her eyes now gazing sadly toward the floor as he fondled her. I watched the scene before me distracted somewhat from the disgusting man fucking my poor, now gaping asshole. After a few moments he pulled out much to my relief and walked around the bed to where the couple stood leaving me alone on the bed. As he approached she sullenly stripped away her remaining clothes exposing herself fully to us. “Maria, finish me off,” he commanded as he reached for her squeezing her milky white flesh in his dirty hand. . I laid there unable to take my eyes off her as she obediently knelt and took his hard cock, soiled from my ass into her mouth. The old man stepped back and observed her approvingly as he peeled off his pants revealing a somewhat small, but rigid penis amidst a bush of grey pubic hair. As she sucked the dirty cock in her mouth he grabbed fist full of her long hair wrapping it around his cock as he stroked himself. All but forgotten by the trio I laid there on the bed where they had left me stroking my own cock as I watched the spectacle before me. The younger man began thrusting in earnest as his orgasm seemed to be mounting while she struggled to keep up… Then suddenly he grunted loudly as he shot his load down her throat. Moments later as he pulled his wet dick from her tired mouth the old man ejaculated spraying his cum into her hair and over the side of her face. When he was done he let go of her cum drenched hair allowing it to fall matted and wet against her face. She remained kneeling completely nude on the floor, almost expressionless, just gazing at the floor in front of her. I sat there no longer stroking my dick overwhelmed with pity for the poor girl I had moments before found so erotic as she was used by these men. My thoughts were suddenly dismissed as the old man sternly instructed me to kneel beside Maria on the floor. Slowly I crawled off the bed and took a position next to her on the carpet. The men moved in front of us, the young beast of a man stood before me as the old man moved in front of Maria. At first I thought they wanted us to clean there sticky cocks or suck them again, but then to my horror I realized what they were going to do to us. The young man smiled a toothless grin down into my frightened eyes as he began to pee on me. I grimaced shutting my eyes tight as his smelly urine streamed onto my face and hair. I had never felt so humiliated, so degraded as I knelt there submissively while he showered me with his piss. When the stream finally subsided he made me take his dripping cock into my mouth and clean him. As I sucked the last drops of urine from the now flaccid dick I watched as the old man released a torrid of piss onto Maria’s face and cum drenched hair. “Open,” I heard him say and then watched in shock as he aimed the stream directly into her open mouth as she struggled to swallow as much of it as she could. When he was done she gulped down the last of it and licked the small soft flesh of his dick to his satisfaction. The men dressed and left within moments, probably needing to get back to work before they were missed, leaving Maria and I alone still sitting on the floor covered with piss and cum. I tried to say something to her, but she wouldn’t respond. She got up and went to the bathroom as I got up and sat on the bed. I could hear the water running in the shower as I removed my wet nightie and wig. Desperate to clean up myself I decided to go in and use the sink as she showered figuring modesty was no longer an issue between us. I removed my heels and damp stockings before entering the bathroom. As I washed my face and chest over the basin I watched the figure of the young girl in the shower behind me in the mirror. “She is very beautiful,” I remember thinking at the time making me feel both admiration and jealousy at the same moment. When she got out of the shower she scooped up her clothes and left the bathroom glancing up at me only once with a meek smile seeming somewhat embarrassed. I quickly followed her, “Can you stay with me for a little while?” I asked pathetically. She looked back at me as she pulled on her panties and smiled this time more broadly, “No, must work,” is all she said. I stood there leaning against the bathroom door frame as I watched her finish dressing and leave without another word or glance in my direction. I felt empty as I got into the hot shower and cleansed my body and mind of my ultimate submission. Comments & suggestions to Comment my story please. There are laws, rules and morality in place to let a girl know and how to behave. The laws and rulings are laid down by men, and regardless of the restraints imposed, it’s about control, control of the female body, and her reproductive organs, her pleasure zones and thus, theirs.The Dutch religious sect that made a teenage daughter’s first bleed, a bath by her mother, and sent to her father’s bed, for her first sexual experience, was that bad in the eyes of whoever it was meant to offend, tell that to the man inside his daughter and enjoying that wondrous squeeze on his cock, his daughters tightness freely given with love and respect as he seeds her freely.All over the world females are used for sex, we all know and sense that, Kings of Britain have fucked girls as young as ten, and old men enjoyed our freshness and willingness of parents to curry favour by giving men access to their daughters bedrooms for money, even today, now as I write, in Thailand and the Philippines, young girls are being seeded, behind doors guarded by her parents, and all for a few ins and outs, as their old cocks are suctioned by her young pussy.As a girl myself, my world has been full of incidents of men wanting me for sex, from awakening at a family Summer party, in the early hours of the morning, with my uncles cock in my mouth and continuing to chew on it until my mouth was full of his cum, which I swallowed, to my dirty old grandfather who like those men I mentioned before, used to sneak into my bed and commit carnal knowledge with me, something my mother knew about, as she too had been subjected to the old mans 9″ cock thrusting, when she was just a wide eyed girl, granddad was a farmer and sex was a function, something my mother understood with four healthy brothers all growing up together and needing that moment of soft loving that only a mother or woman can provide.I am sure, as you read, many will have experienced similar, I just put these acts into words so others can see that the tabbooness is pointless, and if anything it adds to the poignancy of the act, I find my own orgasms are more powerful and deeply satisfying, and when you weigh it up, if you have to fuck, then just get out of it what you can, and throw yourself headlong into it, as I have done all my life.Read them all and tell me what ones you liked, indeed if you liked them all, there is no shame in that1.) A Girl’s First Love is her DaddySex is a powerful tool to wield against people, I know as I have been liberated by it, enriched by it, as a student I placed an old man’s hand on my bared breast, so he could feel my rigid nipple in his palm, that did the trick, way much better and far quicker than signing documents, I stayed at his place gratis free, providing I pleasured him whenever he needed my company, something that might have repulsed me, had my uncle and grandfather not taught me otherwise.youn girl sex storiesI was brought up by my father as a single parent. We were very close and I was a great comfort and solace when mother left.I married at 19 and left him alone as I moved away to another country, where my husband worked, and I got myself employment and we had a tremendous lifestyle of good weather and parties.As the years flew in, I suddenly realised one day I had not even spoken to him on the phone let alone go visit and spend time with him, and I felt very sad about that, as it had been nearly six years.My marriage was hitting a rough patch too, the lifestyle was starting to get boring and I felt we were just living for the day and not putting roots down, like my father had always suggested.Then one day I found out my husband had been sleeping with another local girl and for me that was the straw that broke the camels back, I packed up and went home, citing divorce proceedings, that was it, it was over and I went back home to daddy and my old room, where it all began for me.It had been almost five years since I last saw him, but when I did I felt like I had never been away and all the old feelings of security fell back into place, and as we hugged at the airport, his scent and aftershave, was the same, I was my daddy’s girl, even at 25, and more a woman than a little girl, I clung to him and he hugged me tightly, he had his girl back in his life and he was as excited as I was.Suddenly, back home there was no problems, I felt free and had nothing to worry myself about anymore, but more important I felt different, and I saw my father too, was different, I was really drawn to him, especially after the last six months of isolation and abstinence from both alcohol and sex, now I felt free and I could laugh like old, and that first night we went out for Pizza, then onto daddy’s local pub, where his older friends fussed over me, and complimented me and made me feel special.We were too drunk to drive home so we called a taxi, and we got in for the twenty minute drive home. I was completely out of it because of jet lag, and boozing, I remember slipping away hearing my father tell the driver I had just came home that morning.We got into the house and I crashed on the couch. Daddy tried to get me to bed but I was so comfortable I told him I wanted to sleep on it tonight.He went away and came back with my duvet, and started to undress me, “What are you doing daddy”, I remember fussing?“You cant sleep in your clothes”, he replied so I tried to help as he undid buttons and zippers and then I felt the duvet covering me and daddy bending over me and giving me a big goodnight kiss on my mouth.I kissed him back and it felt nice, “I love you”, I told him, and we kissed again, then I pushed myself back against the couch and I asked him to sleep with me on the couch, I wanted to hug him perhaps, even more than than that, I felt starved of affection and sexual love, I wanted to feel a mans body against my own, so I kept repeating myself, “Sleep with me daddy, just until I fall asleep”. That seemed to do the trick, as he got up and turned off the lights and got in beside me, and as he cuddled up, I felt his erection press against my stomach, as we jostled i the limited space.“You’re naked daddy”, I giggled, and he retorted, “so are you daughter”, by now we were crushing against each other and I felt a rising desire that had been missing for such a long time, and I raised my leg to go over his and as I did so, I felt his penis push against my vagina, and a wave of burgeoning desire swept over me, and I groaned, “Oh daddy”, as I heaved myself on top and he just went in deeply, all the way in and my body just did the rest as we fucked, I could not stop, nor did I want to.2.) The Dominant Boss at the OfficeWhen I went for the interview, I prayed he would be a horn-dog, wanting to hire me for sex. I knew I had it all, great tits and a peachy bum, I was tall and sporty, with a crowning mane of blond locks, thanks to my Scandinavian heritage and green eyes, with Celtic blood.I sat indecently for a sophisticated woman, I deliberately showed more than a woman should, but I wanted the job, even if it meant going down on him, I needed the money.His questions were more what I could do for him at a personal level, was I willing to travel and stay in hotels, of course I would, and my knees would part a little more.I got the job and the security of harassment laws, that protected me from his assumed gains during the interview. I was an experienced woman, and I enjoyed my sex, I even had a small lipstick vibrator in my handbag and I admit to using it when I felt the urge, which was often, and daringly, when sitting opposite the same man, with only my panties keeping it safe from falling out. Yes I was that sort of woman.My boss did want me, he told me in so many words, and I had that power over him, especially after seeing his wife, why would a man like him not want to fuck every orifice in my body, we both knew it, and I teased him with it, on the only journey we ever undertook, I masturbated myself knowing he was listening in his room next to mine, I had noted his bed was along the same wall, and even quipped, looks like we are sleeping together with a wall between us.sexI could hear his breathing, and he could hear my moans and the sounds of my vibrator working itself in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. Over breakfast the next morning he remarked it sounded like I was enjoying myself, “I was”, I retorted, “girls do masturbate too”, I added, just so he knew I heard him jacking off.I never used the laws in place to report his sexist views, or intimidating behaviour, I was simply not that type of weak scared girl, I gave as good as I got, and I got good bonuses and favours in return for being dirty and sluttish, we always took it to the edge and I could see his bulge in his pants, I loved being desired sexually and even more, I loved dominating my boss by being overtly sexual when alone with him, that is until the Christmas office party, where he turned the tables, that was five years back, and I have been paying the price ever since.I had been in his employ for close to eighteen months, and was his personal secretary, the tall leggy blond that only wore stockings, that were slutty netted, with huge diamonds, stockings he bought from women’s catalogues and paid me to put on, as he watched through his keyhole, I entertained his little kink every morning and enjoyed the envelope stashed with cash paid weekly, no questions asked, for ten minutes of my working day, and countless dictates sitting with my legs open, knowing he had his cock out behind his desk getting off on my visual beauty.The Christmas bash was an all out affair, with great buffet and champagne, and office flirtations coming to a head, over darkened office desks, as some people fucked with gay abandon, and released that pent up frustration that builds throughout the year and is released with the party pill popping and free booze.It all started when I took my husband down to the copy room where we caught an intern, Sandra, sitting on the copier, scanning her naked ass. What she never bargained for was her tiny tight pussy was also sitting snugly between her cute butt cheeks, we almost saw what she had eaten for breakfast.Sandra was pissed out of her skull and as we helped her down from the xerox machine, her cute little panties fell down to her slim ankles, as she flung her arms around my husbands neck, I saw my husband admire Sandra’s bum and pussy, and fold it into his pocket.“Well it’s my turn”, I said, and eased my skirt up, and pulled my own panties down and sat on the plate glass, and thus, my ass and cunt were streaming out and landing atop of Sandra’s, “Now you have us both to admire”, I said, noting my husband was stroking Sandra’s bare ass, under her short dress.I climbed down and left my knickers alongside Sandra’s on the copy room floor, “Follow me”, I said as we dragged Sandra into the elevator and up to my office floor, and into my office.I left my husband holding her limp body and sat down on my desk chair, “You do her the honers, and I shall watch”, and I took out my vibrator and watched my husband and my work colleague Sandra, fuck each other on my carpet, and eventually, I got up, went over, and joined in.After the holiday break, I went into the office to find my boss sitting there beaming, with his cock out and stroking himself so openly. “I have been waiting for you”, he said somewhat triumphantly, and he spun his computer monitor around so I could see what he was jacking off to, it was me, my husband and Sandra on my office floor. I had forgotten all about the office security cams.I went blank, lost for words, everything crashed, and as I watched him he beckoned me over to his chair, where I dropped to my knees, and for the first time, took him in my mouth until he cummed.Everything changed, he watched me dress in the morning and than fucked me over my desk, Sandra was invited to join us and together we explored everything sexually conceivable between women and Sandra fell pregnant, but even here he never relented, fucking her until his baby was born with a black eye and his demand for my own pregnancy, but I told him I could not medically conceive, so in the end, even here I lost out to the fertile Sandra, her pregnancies led to them getting married eventually and my being released from my job after seven years.Thousands of free fucks he had had from me, and never once did my husband question me if my boss ever did have me, of course he never knew of the blackmail he had over me, or Sandra, life went on and we just did our best.Many years later, we read of his passing and the fact he left a wife, Sandra and six c***dren, boy did he fuck her, but she was setup for life, and I often wondered about her first born, after all, my husband was in there first.

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During Christmas break 2019 my sister came down with her best friend Kelly. They were staying for a few days and she wanted to show Kelly the city, and the good food. Maybe a club or two. I don’t understand it but whatever, I am too much of an introvert for those places. The people there annoy me.We had a really good time going out, and I am sure Kelly was just as excited to be away from the -30 degree weather and the 4 feet of snow back home. We had invited Eric and Rob over on Christmas Eve for some lechon and drinks. It is a thing my husband does every year.Rob showed but Eric couldn’t make it. All of us hung out and had some wine outside. It is one of the nice things about this city. Most of the areas have no bugs at night. When the food was ready we feasted. All of us stuffed ourselves and the wine flowed to match.Eventually we started to play a few tabletop games on a round table that we have. Rob was to my right then Kelly, Sarah, and my husband. Sarah was the drunkest of all of us at the moment. Which is no surprise because she is so small. My husband gets up to go to the bathroom.“You mind if I have some of him tonight?” Sarah asked me.Kelly’s eyes damn near popped out her head and she turned to Sarah so fast.“Sarah you had way too much, he is married to your sister. That is so wrong.”Kelly’s eyes move off Sarah and on to me, I smile a little because I realized she didn’t know and this conversation between the two of them is going to be hilarious.Sarah turns to Kelly “You know that guy I have been telling you about for the past year, that’s him.”“What!?! That is crazy! But your sister.”Sarah cuts off Kelly “We both fuck him, it’s the best.”Kelly looks at me, all I can do Is awkwardly smile.“You know what, why don’t you enjoy him with me.” Sarah tells her“I have a fiancé Sarah! I am not a cheater.”Sarah stands up. “Kelly you have been with this one guy for years now, he is the only person you have been with. Don’t you ever think about what is out there? You don’t know how good sex can be just by fucking one guy, forever. You need to see what is out there first, have some fun. Live a little.”“I can’t, it is an awful thing for me to do Sarah.”“Don’t you watch porn? How is masturbating to porn any different? You are fucking yourself desiring the dick that is on the screen. I bet you if you see one like that in person, you will change your mind.”My husband comes back walks right past Kelly to get to his char when Sarah meets him while he is next to Sarah and starts kissing him. She starts rubbing his crotch and Kelly looks so out of place. Completely frozen. Sarah undoes his fly and reaches in and pulls out his cock. It isn’t fully erect but Kelly’s eyes light up. “Oh my god.”“Well? Aren’t you going to grab it? You know you want to.” Sarah tells Kelly.taboo family fun sex storiesKelly sits there staring at the cock in front of her. She slowly reaches up and starts stroking him. She has no idea what to do, and you can tell she is having a huge moral conflict going on in her head. Realizing some fucking is about to go down I reach over to Rob and pull his dick out and start stroking it. His body instantly goes limp and sits there enjoying my touch. He is putty in my hands. I look back and my husband is almost fully erect and Kelly is way more into it. Sarah unbuttons his pants and drops them and everything is right there in front of Kelly at eye height. She pauses for a moment just staring.Sarah looks down at Kelly “You might as well have it, you are already jerking another guy off.”Kelly starts to suck him off, Sarah reaches down and rubs his balls. He starts to visibly twitch in Kelly’s mouth and he stops them, grabs Kelly by the hand and stands her up. He starts making out with Kelly, grabs her ass. She makes a sound, she likes it. Sarah starts to get undressed and I start to get Rob’s pants off and he starts to undo my bra and takes off my shirt.I look back and Kelly is in her bra and panties. She is a little taller than Sarah, has more weight on her but still has a flat tummy. Her breasts are now free and they are as large as mine, patsy white with small pink nipples. Her panties slide off showing her shaved pussy.Rob gets me totally naked and lays me on the table, I open my legs and he enters me. He starts fucking me deep and slow. I guess he learned from his first experience. Kelly is also laid onto the table and my husband opens her legs and starts to slide into her. She starts moaning loudly. Sarah walks up to Rob.“Save your cum for me, I haven’t had you yet.” They start to kiss.Rob, is hanging in there as well as someone as young as him can. All of this sex around me is pushing me closer to the edge. Kelly is getting louder and louder. Shouting various phrases showing her approval on how good he feels inside her. I wrap my legs around Rob to pull him into me deep and I let out a loud moan as I start to cum. I cum so hard I push Rob’s cock out and I squirt everywhere.Kelly is shouting “Oh fuck” over and over. My husband shouts “Kelly I am getting close!” Kelly tells him “Don’t stop!” She suddenly grabs Rob’s cock, shoves it into her mouth and starts screaming while sucking him off. I look at my husband and he is buried deep in her, filling her with cum.Kelly comes down and lets go of Rob. “That was intense, I have never felt anything like that in my life.” Sarah bends over the table with her pussy right at Rob, inviting him in. He does not hesitate and he starts slamming her pussy hard. She tilts her hips up and he has no chance. Rob buries himself into her and he cums in her so hard. Sarah has the biggest smile.sex story tabooKelly looks at me. “This is everyday for you?” I nod my head “I have never had a man fuck me without a condom and cum inside me, it feels so different.” Her face flushed she suddenly realized something “I’m not on the pill!”“Well it’s too late now” My husband said “Might as well enjoy the night.” My husband walks over and Kelly starts cleaning his cock with her mouth, Sarah is doing the same with Rob. We all relax for a bit. Rob, who is still rock hard starts to fuck Kelly catching her by surprise. Her eyes roll back, my husband still in her mouth. She lets go and focuses on Rob. My husband looks at me “You need some inside you too?” I nod and he slides into me. He fucks me like he always has, like how nobody else can. It feels so good and I bring him close to me.Rob looks at Kelly “Want me to cum inside you?” Kelly responds “Yes!”. Rob buries himself deep and starts to release his second load into Kelly and she is loving it. Not to long after my husband pumps his second load into me. Strong, heavy shots like always and the feeling makes me hold him tighter.We eventually moved into the bedroom. All of us girls at some point were all over each other while the boys were trying their best to keep cum inside us. A few weeks later Kelly and her fiancé broke up. She did not get pregnant which was good. But I told Sarah no more girls that can get knocked up.

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Alexander sat up in bed. He had been laying there for what seemed like hours but what was in actuality, only minutes. He swung his legs out and stood while moving a hand across his stomach. He’d been having disturbing dreams again and he was feeling sick. In a desperate attempt to clear his mind and his lungs, Alexander opened the sole window in his upstairs bedroom to gaze outside. His father, Lucien and his younger sister, Lillith were outside with the horses. Lucien was leading a beautiful piebald mare around the track as Lillith rode and proclaimed her delight. It was always like this, Alexander sullenly mused, Lillith gets all of his attention and I get all of his wrath. Unconsciously, he moved one of his hands to his shoulder and traced the marks his father had left across his back, symbols of Alexanders disobedience. Alexander watched Lillith and made a mental note to himself about how much she resembled their mother, Rachael. Alexander was never quite certain why Lucien had divorced her and kept custody of both of the children, but Lucien had and Alexander had been stuck here ever since. Even after Alexander had matured and run off to University, he still returned in the summer and submitted to his fathers all-encompassing control. Lucien was a giant man, easily six and a half feet. Alexander had inherited some of that as he grew to adulthood, but he never quite matched his fathers size and bulk. Lillith on the other hand, was small and delicate, with fine black hair that curled into gentle waves. She was younger by seven years and Alexander envied every one of them. Alexander was always on the wrong side of Lucien’s temper. Whenever Alexander showed the least bit of will or proclaimed the tiniest protest to Lucien’s authority, he was met with a whip across his back. Alexanders eyes moved over to the post where he had to stand and count aloud while Lucien would whip him. He quickly turned his attention back to Lillith who was smiling and laughing in the late morning sun. Alexander closed the window and pulled a shirt on. He loathed the touch of cloth on his back but Lucien decreed that everyone was to be fully clothed before they left their rooms. Alexander didn’t bother to wear shoes though. Lucien was outside with his pride and joy, nothing Alexander did in private was going to matter much. He walked into the kitchen and went through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. While he assembled ingredients on the counter, Lillith opened the back door and stepped inside. “You are in so much trouble…” She started. Alexander met her with a glare and went back to his food. “Leave me alone,” he said coldly. Lillith’s shrill voice usually grated on his nerves and he didn’t want to hear it first thing in the morning. Lillith walked around the center console in the kitchen and came over to Alexanders side. “Daddy says that you’re going to have to clean the whole stable all by yourself for being so lazy.” Lillith chimed. Alexander stopped what he was doing and stared straight ahead. Lillith was really annoying him now. He turned his head and stared down at her while she grinned at him. Alexander suspected she took a small amount of pleasure in telling him what was in store. He let out his breath. “Leave me alone you little bitch.” Alexander enunciated in low tones. Lillith cocked her head to one side and smirked at him. “You just wait ’till I tell Daddy what you just said! You’ll be in even more trouble!” With that, she ran upstairs and slammed her door shut. Alexander finished preparing his food and sat down at the table. Partway through breakfast, Lucien came inside. He laid down his tack and set himself to looking through the mail. Alexander tried to concentrate on his food. Within minutes, Lucien came into the dining room and stopped on the opposite side of the table. He faced Alexander. “Would you mind explaining to me why you are so tardy?” Lucien’s voice sounded hard but he wasn’t that upset. Alexander felt a small amount of relief. “Sorry.” Alexander breathed, trying not to sound sarcastic. “I’m assigning you all of Lillith’s chores in addition to your own today. Perhaps tomorrow you will be more inclined to get up on time.” Lucien started away from the table and then paused at the entrance to the kitchen. “One more thing,” he said, “I’m going into town today and I’m leaving Lillith here. You are responsible for her.” Alexander felt like screaming. Not only was he going to spend all day tied up with chores, he was going to have to put up with Lillith’s brattiness while he did them. He took a sip of milk. “Fine.” Lucien finished his mail and went outside to saddle his favourite stallion. ‘This was so typical’, Alexander thought, ‘He’ll be gone all day and then come home and find something wrong with what I did’. He watched his father meticulously prepare the horse before mounting him and urging him toward town. Alexander finished his breakfast before heading back to his room to find his shoes. He laced on the work boots and pulled on a second shirt. On his way down the stairs, he tied his hair back and made sure it was secure. The last thing he wanted in it was horse shit. He slipped out the back door and walked across foreyard to the stables. Alexander rolled his sleeves up and began cleaning the stables, mentally pointing his rage at Lillith the whole time. It didn’t take Lillith long grow bored of the indoors and come outside to find Alexander. She had gone to her room, bathed, changed her clothes and fixed her hair after her morning ride. She lingered at the stable doors while Alexander worked. Finally he stopped and looked at her. She smiled. “Where’s Daddy?” She asked sweetly. “He went to town.” Alexander answered, leaning against the stall he was currently cleaning. Lillith took that moment to straighten her dress. Alexander frowned when he realized just what she was doing down here. “Then you have to take care of me…?” She asked, feigning ignorance. “Yes.” Alexander growled. Lillith brightened and took a few steps inside the stable.taboo porn story“I want to go for a ride. I want to ride Bucephalus.” She said. “No. Lillith, Go Away!” Alexander yelled at her. She took a step back but didn’t lose her smile. They both knew that Alexander wouldn’t touch her, not unless he was eager to face the whip again. “I said I want to take a ride and you’d better do it. Daddy would be very angry if he knew that you weren’t taking good care of me.” Lillith smiled again. Alexander felt like slapping it right off of her face. Instead, he took off his gloves and walked over to her. Alexander roughly grabbed the front of her dress and lifted her a few inches. “Listen to me. I don’t care if you want to ride Bucephalus and I don’t care if Father would be angry. I’m going to finish cleaning the stables and then I’m going inside. And you are going to leave me alone.” He let go of her and went back to his work. Lillith was a little surprised but she didn’t say anything else. Eventually, she wandered back to the house and went inside. Alexander felt immense relief. He was afraid she’d push the issue and he would be forced to take her for a ride. After hours of cleaning stalls and shoveling shit, Alexander was finished. He peeled off his gloves and his outer shirt and just stood in the afternoon breeze. He still had a few more chores ahead of him, but nothing as daunting as the stables. He decided to take a quick rest before continuing. Walking a little ways away, he came to the soft bed of the nearby creek and unlaced his boots. He placed his feet in the water and laid back, just watching the clouds overhead. He heard the back door open and close, then heard soft footsteps somewhere near the stables. Lillith. Alexander sat up and sighed. He didn’t want to fight with her again but he also didn’t want her in the stables. He stood and re-tied his hair while he walked back barefoot to the stables. Lillith was inside pulling tack off the walls. She was dressed in newer riding clothes and had a crop tucked under her arm. “What are you doing?” Alexander asked, more than a little annoyed with her. “I’m going for a ride.” She replied. “And I don’t care if you won’t take me. I’ll go myself.” Something in her voice snapped Alexander’s control. He reached for her and yanked the tack out of her hands. Lillith made a small sound of protest then regained herself. “What are you doing?” Alexander answered by slapping her hard across the face. He felt every ounce of rage focus into that perfect, stinging slap. Lillith fell back and down, instantly placing a hand to her face where he had struck her. She looked up at him with shiny eyes. She’d never been hit before. Their blue eyes locked and she knew she was going to get far worse. Alexander hauled Lillith up by her hair and dragged her outside. She was openly crying now, begging him to let go of her. Alexander wasn’t certain what he was going to do until his gaze fell on the whip. He smiled a demonic smile as he though of Lillith being flogged. She apparently sensed his thoughts and started struggling harder. He pulled her face close to his and let his hot breath out. Lillith was too weak to break his grip on her hair. She glared up at him defiantly. “Daddy is…” she never finished the sentence. Alexander struck her again. This time she stumbled and fell onto her back. Looking down at her in this prone and open position, Alexander made a decision. He was going to take something that she could never have back. Alexander was on her in an instant. He tore open her shirt before she could even form words of protest. She was wearing a dainty white lace bra that covered her developing breasts. Lillith was terrified but didn’t know what to do. Alexander was bigger and stronger than her and there was no one around to help her. She didn’t know whether to fight or to beg. She decided to beg. “Please… No…” She stammered while Alexander peeled off her riding pants. He had never seen any of Lillith’s flesh before. She was clad now only in her bra and matching panties. Alexander felt his pulse and his erection rise. He slapped her again before sitting back and pulling off his shirt. Lillith just laid on the ground. This was all so surreal to her. She was afraid if she resisted, Alexander would hurt her more. But she didn’t want to have sex with him either. Alexander decided to force Lillith to take off his pants. Grabbing her hair again, he stood and forced her onto her knees in front of him. With small shaking hands, Lillith reached up and unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. Alexander’s cock was not fully erect as his pants fluttered to the ground. Lillith just stared at it, not really knowing what to do. Alexander tossed her back down and laid on her covering her body with his. He brought their lips together and kissed her violently, then ripped off her bra and busied himself in sucking on her nipples. Alexander knew that Lillith was still a virgin and had never in her life done anything like this before. She made tiny, mewing sounds like a small animal in pain but she stopped fighting him and only squirmed when Alexander began to move on her body. He played with both of her nipples, first sucking one and squeezing the other, then switching. Lillith was not developed at all, but Alexander still found amusement watching her writhe was he played with her. After a few moments, he moved his other hand down to her panties and slipped inside of them. He felt the first small wisps of pubic hair as he moved down between her legs. She was wet but not greatly so. Alexander suspected that her body was responding to an imminent penetration even if her mind was not. He started to move a finger back and forth along the length of her lips, stroking her slowly to increase the wetness. He did not want to penetrate her until she was sufficiently lubricated. Lillith squirmed with each pass of his fingers and started to cry. Alexander grinned even though his mouth was still locked on her soft, pink nipple. It felt good to finally have her suffer after all the shit she’d put him through. It felt good to feel her body tremble as he did what he wanted to do. It felt good to control her and to force his dominance on her. He pulled his hand out of her panties and ripped them off of her. She emitted a little gasp as Alexander sat up a little and spread her legs wider. Lillith saw his cock sticking out long and hard from his body. She watched him place a hand on her stomach to keep her in place while he guided the head to her opening. He laid down on her again and began to slowing push his enormous dick into her. Lillith tried to move out of the way but she was pinned. Alexander weighed too much for her, he was too strong and too quick. She just laid there and cried as he began to rape her. A little way in, Alexander’s dick pushed up against her maidenhead. Lillith felt an unpleasant pressure while Alexander continued to push and press against it. He wanted to make this especially painful for her, considering all the pain she had caused him. After minutes of toying with her virginity, he cruelly shoved his dick into her. He hilted himself and felt a certain wicked pleasure as Lillith screamed. Her tiny body was wracked with sobs as he began to pump her.hot sex storyWhile he fucked her, Alexander amused himself by biting her nipples and roughly gripping her ass. Occasionally Lillith would struggle and he would respond by slamming his dick into her and pushing her back down. She continued to cry and struggle until Alexander felt his orgasm start to build. He put a hand down on her throat and began to pump her more rhythmically. Every time Lillith would begin any sort of protest, he would grip her tighter around the throat. She finally stopped struggling altogether as he rode closer to his climax. Alexander had never raped anyone before. He’d had trysts with different girls but nothing that ever lasted. He’d even had sex a few times, but it was usually to release some tension on his part. He had never felt this euphoric before. He had never felt so powerful and sexually fulfilled before. His thrusts became deeper and quicker as his orgasm came closer. Finally, he spilled his seed deep into his younger sister. He erupted in ecstasy as he continued to grind and push against her. Lillith was just staring at him with a look of hatred and fear. When he was finally finished with her, Alexander pulled out. There was blood and semen between Lilliths legs and all over his dick. He picked up her torn panties and wiped himself off. Lillith started to sit up but paused as she noticed Alexander looking intently at her. “If you tell Father,” He said with deliberate slowness, “I will kill you.” Lillith didn’t nod or even show that she had heard. While Alexander stood, a new thought formed in his mind. He had never tried anal sex before and here was the perfect person to try it out on. As Lillith finished sitting up, Alexander grabbed her again and shoved her towards the stables. He opened the doors and forced her face down on a pile of straw. Lillith just laid down and didn’t resist him. Alexander played with his dick a bit until it became hard again. H knelt down behind her and began to touch her ass. Alexander teased her asshole with his fingers and quickly stuck one inside to test the tightness. Deciding to lubricate himself a little before pressing in, he pushed his dick into her vagina once again. It came out covered with blood and semen as before but this time, he pressed the head against her small asshole. He laid down on her and began to work into her tight hole. Lillith bit her lip to keep from crying as she was raped a second time. Alexander finally managed to work his dick into her ass and was pleased to find it so tight. He pulled in and out slowly a few times to get a feel for it before ramming her hard. He placed both of his hands on her shoulders while he rode her. He figured this had to hurt as least as much as having your virginity ripped away. Lillith just laid still and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. With each thrust, Alexander let his anger out. Anger at his parents for having a second child. Anger at his father for beating him. Anger at Lillith for being a brat. He rode his anger as he rode Lillith, each thrust was a testament to his rage, a physical form for his feelings. His second orgasm built far more slowly. It built somewhere deep inside him, somewhere primal and feral. His body almost moved on its own, separate from his mind. Lillith, though, was too silent for his tastes, so he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She made small gasping noises but did not cry out. He continued to pound on her mercilessly, shoving his dick in and out while she held her tears in check. After what seemed like an eternity, Alexander felt his orgasm near. He slowed his thrusts down to an even meter. In. Out. In. Out. He didn’t want to come to quickly. When his body had finally had enough, he poured out his second orgasm. He filled Lilliths ass with his hot seed as he continued to pump her. Alexander felt release as never before. He knelt behind Lillith for a few minutes while his dick spasmed, spitting out excess semen. Lillith had gone still but her breathing was ragged. He pulled his dick out of her and wiped it off on her thigh. Lillith moved a little and turned to look up at him. When she opened her eyes, they held a glint of anger, a glint of sadness and a glint of… satisfaction? “What’s so funny?” Alexander asked, mentally preparing to deal out some more punishment to her if she became too flippant. But she was not the one who answered. “Let me field that question,” came Lucien’s voice, cold and clear through the air. Alexander had not heard him ride up, had not heard him dismount, had not heard him approach. Alexander had no excuse for his actions and sensed more than saw the whip in his fathers hand. Teenager secretly works in a glory hole booth. 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I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth…,सेक्सी फिल्म भेजो वीडियो (With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her forties, is an attractive brunette who stands 5’11” in her stockinged feet. Her 36-24-36 figure is exactly as it was in her twenties, and her fabulous long legs attract admiring glances wherever she goes. She tells here in her own words, how her life became much more fun the day she decided to tell her husband she was leaving him. Chapter 1 I married Michael when we were both 21. He was a lot smaller than me at 5’3,” and was slightly built. At first, the differences between us worked very well. I was always the strong one, taking charge of everything, he with his docile nature letting me do it. I got my way by having the two children I wanted, Candy and Adam, very early in the marriage and within a year of each other. As the years went on, however, I began to lose respect for my submissive husband. He was going nowhere in his job, and at home I was the one who kept the family together with no help from him. Sex was also a problem. He is very poorly endowed, and absolutely hopeless in the bedroom. I don’t recall him giving me an orgasm in all the years we have been together. The only way I managed to stick it out was to have a succession of lovers throughout the marriage to keep me satisfied. Despite this, when the children were 17 and 16 I decided I had had enough. I sat Michael down, and told him that I was going to leave. Predictably, he began to cry and beg me not to go. He told me he loved me more than anything, and would do everything I asked of him if only I would stay. Eventually, I said that although I did not want to, I would give it a try but strictly on my terms. He agreed immediately. I decided that I would no longer try to hide my infidelities, and told him all about my previous lovers. I also made it clear to him that I was presently seeing a 22 year old, well endowed black guy. I told him that I would continue to see the man, and that he would have to accept not being allowed to have sex with me again. Michael was devastated at my revelations, but when he calmed down agreed to my conditions. Because I no longer cared, I began to flaunt my affair with my boyfriend Tony. I would let Michael know when I was going out for sex, and when I returned I would make sure my husband got a good look at my ravaged body, with love bites all over my tits and neck. Knowing how much this upset him, because he had always been very jealous, I began to take it further. I would slip into bed naked, and pull Michael’s head down to my pussy and make him lap up the cum that Tony had deposited there. He complained at first, but when he knew that refusal meant that I would leave, he did as he was told. I told Michael that on no account was he to see other women, and that I did not want him jerking off. I suspected that he was doing so, but had never seen him. However, one day I returned home early to find him sniffing at a pair of my cum-soaked panties, while stroking his little cock. I went mad at him, calling him all the perverts under the sun, and telling him that if he did not agree to having his cock locked up to prevent masturbation, I was out the door. The wimp agreed to wear a cock cage, and then I really went to town on him. I insisted he sleep naked next to me every night, and that he spend an hour before going to sleep attending to my pussy with his tongue, whether I was full of cum or not. While he did this, I would taunt him about the size of Tony’s cock, and his prowess in bed. I would tell him that my lover would fuck me at least three times a night, and give me an orgasm every time. Within a couple of weeks, the cage was doing its job, and Michael began begging me for release. He never got it of course. Later on, I decided Michael should meet Tony, the real man who was cuckolding him, so I began making my husband join the two of us for dinner. We would sit opposite him, kissing and cuddling throughout the meal, to my husband’s obvious distress. A scenario we repeated very often was to go back to our place, drag Michael to the bedroom with us, and make him watch while Tony fucked me beautifully. My husband would then be made to suck my pussy clean, while Tony stood by ridiculing him. When that was done, I would watch while Michael sucked my lover’s cock clean of his cum and my juices. Michael would then be sent, sobbing, jealous and frustrated to the spare room while Tony and I carried on fucking through the night. I was having great fun, and always looking for new ways to humiliate my husband. The next stage in my treatment of him was not my idea, however. Tony still lived at home with his mother Rachel, and 17-year-old sister Amy. He had told them all about our treatment of my husband, and they were keen to meet him. It was decided that we would have dinner at their place one Friday night, and stay over. When we arrived, Rachel and Amy greeted me warmly, and ignored Michael. Rachel was 40, a little older than me, and very attractive. She was perhaps a little overweight now, but with a very sexy, curvy figure. Amy was stunningly pretty, tall, with large breasts and a prominent ass. We sat down to dinner almost immediately. Michael, who had been very nervous about coming, told Rachel he was not hungry, and declined any food. “So,” Rachel said, as we began eating. “My Tony is having to do your job in the bedroom with your wife Michael. Why is that?” “Because he has a tiny dick,” I cut in. “And he doesn’t even know how to use that!” Amy sniggered, and Rachel laughed out loud. The meal continued, with Tony regularly turning to me to give me a kiss, or stroking my arm or y thigh. “It looks as though your wife is going to be well fucked tonight,” laughed Amy. “Will you be jerking off at the thought of it?” “Oh no,” I told her. “His little cock has been locked up for the last three months, he can’t get any relief.” “Really?” she asked. “That’s great! Do you tease him?” “All the time,” I grinned. “Good,” she replied. “Any man who can’t keep his wife satisfied deserves to be permanently frustrated.” “As you are not eating,” Rachel interrupted. “Why don’t you get under the table, and use your tongue to get your wife nice and wet for my boy?” Michael glanced at me, and I indicated for him to get down. He knelt before me, and pulled down my panties. He then began to lick me slowly as we continued our meal. By the end of it, I was so horny that I suggested Tony and I go straight upstairs. “Good idea,” said Rachel. “Your husband will keep us both entertained, I am sure.” We went upstairs, and I had a fantastic night in bed with Tony, completely forgetting about my husband. In the morning, Tony woke me gently, and gave me my fourth helping of cock. After we had finished, he told me he would go down and get Michael to come and clean me up. My husband came up a little later, looking very tired and a little ill. He got between my legs without a word, and sucked me clean of Tony’s cum before returning downstairs. I had a quick shower, and went down for breakfast. “Your husband is not eating,” remarked Rachel. “Perhaps it’s because of all the cum he has just eaten,” I suggested, smiling. Rachel and Amy grinned at each other. “Maybe,” said Amy, with a wicked smile. We said our goodbyes, and set off for home. Michael was especially quiet on the way home, and still looked a little nauseous. When we got in, I sat him down and asked what had happened with the two women the previous evening. He said he did not want to talk about it, but I insisted. “Well,” he began. “After you went upstairs to er,” “To get fucked Michael,” I emphasised. “I went upstairs to get fucked by my lover, something you will never experience again!” “Well anyway,” he went on dejectedly. “Rachel insisted we all get naked. Then Amy stood up, put her arms round me and pressed her naked body against me. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her.” “And did you?” I enquired. “Yes,” he replied. “But I knew she would not let me.” I laughed out loud. Then they both sat on the sofa, and told me to get on my knees and clean their feet with my mouth. It was awful; they had been barefoot all day walking round the house and in the garden. Their feet were filthy, and they would not let me stop until they were spotless, including in between their toes. At the end, my mouth was dry, and I had a horrible taste in it, so I asked for a drink. Amy said certainly, and had me sit on the floor. Then she stood with her pussy over my mouth, and ordered me to open wide. As I did so, she let go a powerful stream of piss into my mouth and down my throat.” “You drank her piss?” I exclaimed, warming to his story. “Yes,” he replied. “I was gagging and choking, but she did not stop until I had swallowed it all. Then Rachel took her place and pissed what seemed like a gallon into my mouth.” “I like these women!” I squealed. “What happened next?”porn story“Then I had to concentrate on their pussies with my tongue. They kept me going until they both had orgasms. My jaw was aching like hell.” “Were you really frustrated, licking those pussies?” I asked. “Of course,” he replied. “It was unbearable.” “Good, good,” I said. “Then what?” “Well then,” he explained. They knelt on the sofa and pushed out their asses. I was made to spend the next hour alternately licking out their none too clean assholes, it was disgusting. And then……….” “Then what?” I demanded impatiently. “Then they lay me on the floor, and one after the other, they shit in my mouth and made me eat it.” “You’re kidding!” I yelled. “Oh my goodness, I wish I had seen that!” “So you see why I am not feeling so good,” my husband explained. “Do you mind if I have a lie down?” “Of course not,” I said. “But before you do, why don’t you get undressed and lay in the bath?” “Why?” he asked. “Well if you can act as a toilet for women you hardly know, you can certainly eat your wife’s shit.” I told him. “Please Rosemary,” he begged. “I really do feel sick.” “Get in the bath Michael,” I ordered sternly. “I promise you are going to feel a lot sicker very soon!” I walked upstairs a few minutes later to see my wimp of a husband lying naked in the bath. I smiled expectantly, as I Peeled off my panties. “I don’t know why I never thought of this myself,” I remarked to my husband. “Shitting in your mouth is the perfect way of showing you exactly what I think of you.” I climbed into the bath, and pushed my ass to within an inch of his face. “Open up Michael,” I commanded. “I am really going to enjoy this!” I strained for a moment or two, and then felt a good-sized turd slide out of me and into my husband’s mouth. I turned to see the log half in and half out, and forced the whole thing in with my fingers. “Eat my shit, Michael,” I ordered him. “Get used to the taste of it, you are going to swallow every bit of it in future!” I watched his screwed up face as he struggled to chew and swallow the big log I had given him, taunting him all the time, and telling him to hurry as I had another big log waiting. I dropped the second log on to his chest, and made him hold it as he ate it piece by piece. When he finally got the second turd down, I had him lick my ass clean, then placed my pussy over his mouth. “Ready for your first drink of my piss?” I laughed, as I let go a stream of yellow pee into his mouth. As soon as I had finished, he leapt out of the bath, and stuck his head down the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. I left the bathroom smiling, knowing I was really going to enjoy using him this way every day. Chapter 2 So from that day on, Michael became my permanent toilet slave, swallowing all of my waste. If I needed to take a shit while he was at work, he would find it waiting for him in the toilet on his return home. On a number of occasions, after I had watched him with his head down the toilet, eating up my earlier shit, I surprised him by removing my panties and giving him a big fresh load. That seemed to spoil his evening meal somehow! I had at this point kept my activities with Michael secret from the children, although they were both well aware who was the boss in our house from the way I spoke to their father. Candy, who had always been my favourite, was approaching 18 at the time. She was growing up beautifully. Like me, she was a brunette, with long hair covering her pretty face. At 6′, she was slightly taller than me, and towered over her father. She had a superb figure, with large firm breasts, and had inherited my shapely legs. I knew she had no respect for her father, she took no notice of what he said, and listened only to me. I was pretty sure she would approve of Michael’s treatment, and would probably be delighted to join in. Adam on the other hand, was growing up just like his father. He was then just 17, small and weedy, and was becoming a whining little wimp. I was determined that when he reached 18, he would suffer the same fate as his father, only more so. On the morning of Candy’s 18th birthday, I sat her down and explained exactly what was going on between her father and myself. She was delighted that I had a lover, she was pretty sure Michael could not possibly satisfy me. She was even happier that I kept my husband in a permanent state of frustration, as she thought he should suffer. It was when I told her of the toilet activities that her mouth dropped open. “Really?” she said incredulously. “You make him drink your piss and eat your shit? Oh that is terrific! Please let me do it to him Mom, I want to shit in his wimpy mouth, just like you do!” “Of course you can,” I answered. “Starting today. I thought you would want to join me, so this is why we are having this talk. If you can hold your shit until your father gets home, we will surprise him tonight.” “You bet!” she exclaimed. Michael arrived home at about 6, and Candy was bursting. I whispered in his ear to get in the bath and wait for me. On the way to the bathroom, I collected Candy, who was waiting in her short night-dress. As we entered the bathroom, Michael looked up, and was horrified to see his daughter standing there. “What is going on?” he enquirepetite young girl porn “Your little girl has grown up Daddy,” Candy replied. “I am a woman now, and as you act as a woman’s toilet in this house, it is time I started using you!” “No,” pleaded my husband. “This is not right!” “It is entirely right,” argued Candy, as she stepped in the bath and straddled her father’s head. “You are going to be my toilet as well as Mom’s, so open wide I want to fill your sissy mouth with my soft smelly shit for the first time!” Knowing he had no choice, Michael opened his mouth ready to receive his daughter’s shit. She farted two or three times in his face, to his humiliation, and this made her start to giggle. When she composed herself, she pushed her ass close to Michael’s mouth. “Here it comes Daddy, get ready to eat your little girl’s shit!” A huge dark brown log emerged from her ass, and into her father’s mouth. She turned to watch him. “Look at him Mom.” She sneered. “Have you ever seen such a poor excuse for a man? Cuckolded by his wife, the only thing he is good for is eating his wife and daughter’s shit! I’d like to choke the pathetic bastard with it.” Michael’s face was bright red at her scornful comments, as he struggled to chew the log she had dropped in his mouth. When he swallowed it, she got back in place, and gave him a second, smaller turd. She followed this with a healthy dose of piss, before making him lick her clean front and back. “Get used to the taste Daddy,” she taunted. “You are going to be under my ass eating shit every day from now on!” Then she and I left the room arm an arm. “Oh Mom,” she exclaimed. “That was great, I want to do that to Adam as well.” “You will dear,” I replied. “We both will, but we will wait until he is 18 too. In the meantime, enjoy abusing and degrading your Daddy!” “I will,” she responded. “But I think he should be made to eat a lot more shit than just hours. Couldn’t we get more women to join in?” “Who do you suggest?” I asked. “Well, Grandma for a start,” she replied. “You know what she thinks of Daddy. And Aunt Jane your sister, and her daughter cousin Fiona. I tell you who else, Daddy’s sister Mary. The only reason she doesn’t visit is because of the way he treated her when they were kids. I” sure if she knew what we were doing she would love to get her revenge.” “You could be right,” I responded enthusiastically. “We could invite them all for the weekend. Your father could spend the whole two days eating only shit and drinking only piss!” “Oh yes,” she squealed. “Let’s do it!” I phoned all the women, and was amazed at how enthusiastic they all were when I explained what I had in mind, particularly Mary, who had waited for years for a chance to get back at her brother. It was arranged that they would come on the following Friday. I did not tell Michael about it, I would let it be a big surprise for him. So there we all sat at the dinner table. There was Mom. 59, grey haired and a little plump, but still a looker. Strong willed too, just like me. Sister Jane, who had recently dyed her hair blonde, which really suited her. Two years younger than me, a little shorter and more buxom she still attracted a lot of male attention following her divorce. Next to her, her 17 year old daughter Fiona. Everyone in the family remarked how much she looked like Brittany Spears, and she too attracts boys like flies. I knew from my sister that she had been sexually active for the last couple of years. That left Mary, Michael’s sister. She was six years younger than Michael, a pretty woman who disguised the fact with her thick spectacles and severe pulled back hairstyle. She had made no attempt to be nice to Michael when she arrived. Both Candy and I had used Michael an hour before our guests arrived, so I knew he would not want anything to eat. As we all settled down, Mom was the first to speak. Rosemary has told us all Michael,” she began. “That you are giving toilet service to both her and Candy. She thought that as all of us despise you, we might enjoy a piss and shit weekend at your expense. Naturally, we all jumped at the opportunity, and for the next two days you will be used by all of us.” “You can’t be serious!” whined my husband. “Oh yes she is,” snapped his sister. “Every piece of shit, every drop of piss that we release is going into your mouth. We are going to make you so sick, this is going to be the best weekend of my life, watching you suffer!” After dinner, I ordered Michael to strip naked, telling him he was going to be that way all weekend. This embarrassed him greatly in front of all the women, but he knew better than to complain. When he was naked, Fiona noticed the cock cage, and I explained to her about his permanent celibacy. “Oh you poor man!” she said, without a hint of sympathy Before we knew it, she had slipped off her dress, revealing her skimpy black underwear. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her firm white tits trying to burst out of her bra. She sat on my husband’s lap, put her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. I knew this was increasing the frustration he already felt, by the agitated look on his face. “She is a terrible cock teaser,” laughed her mother. “The number of boys she has driven wild!” “I tell you what,” I said to Fiona, as I unlocked Michael’s cock cage. “Why don’t you take your uncle upstairs for a while, and let him appreciate your naked body?” Fiona was delighted to comply, and led my husband upstairs by the hand. The rest of us chatted and drank for the next hour or so, and then the lounge door opened to reveal my naked husband and niece. He was in a terrible state, tears of frustration running down his face, and his little cock still throbbing wildly. “I told you,” said my sister proudly. “Look at the job she has done on him, he is in agony!” The rest of us laughed, and gave the young minx a spontaneous round of applause. “Can I shit in his mouth now Aunt Rosemary?” Fiona asked me. “Of course you can dear,” I replied. “You have earned it!” I put a rubber mat in the middle of the room so that we could all watch, and Fiona ordered her uncle to lie on his back. She squatted over his face, and quickly filled his mouth with shit as we all applauded. For all the shit he had eaten, it was not getting any easier for Michael, as we noted by the look of disgust on his face. We all laughed at him as he forced down Fiona” shit. By a happy coincidence, all four of our guests were ready to shit at the same time. So as soon as Fiona got up, her mother added her stinking load. Then my Mom presented her substantial as to my husband’s face, and let go her offering. By this time, my husband was more than full. He looked up and saw his sister standing over him. “Please sis,” he begged her. “I honestly can’t take any more!” “Don’t sis me you piece of crap,” she sneered, kicking him viciously in the side. “I have waited a long time for my revenge, and you are going to eat my shit no matter what, and you had better keep it down!” She emptied her bowel into his mouth, and watched with a smile as he chewed on the turd she had given him. It took him a long time, and try as he might he could not hold it down. He vomited violently over the mat. This annoyed Mary, and she kicked him savagely half a dozen times with her high-heeled shoes. Over the next couple of days, each of us women used my husband countless times, and he spent a lot of time being sick. As if that were not bad enough, he cried many more tears of frustration. When he was not being used as a toilet, one or other of the women made lick their feet, pussies, asses or tits. As I left his cage off, he spent most of the weekend with an unsatisfied erection. Believe me, it was wonderful to watch! The weekend finished with all the women promising that Michael would be seeing a lot more of them, and his sister spitting in his face. Chapter 3 Before we knew it, Adam’s 18th birthday had come around. Candy was really excited, because she had been looking forward to introducing her brother to the taste of her shit. Even the not very bright Adam had noticed that she had become more arrogant and aggressive towards him on the run up to his birthday. On the evening of his birthday, Adam was surprised to see me come into his room wearing only my short night-dress. I took his hand, and told him to follow me. As we entered the bathroom, his face dropped as he saw his father lying naked in the bath with his equally naked sister sitting on a small, custom made toilet seat just an inch above his face. “Happy birthday little brother,” she smiled at him. “Tonight your life is going to change big time!” “What’s going on?” asked Adam, looking more than a little scared. “Candy is about to use your father’s mouth as a shit hole,” I explained. “Just as she and I do every day. I want you to watch this so that you can see how it is going to be for you from now on. After Candy has finished with your father, you are going to take his place and eat my shit. I think you should taste your mother’s shit first. In future of course, you will be eating your sister’s as well.” “You’d better believe it!” added Candy. “Watch and learn little brother!” With that, she proceeded to fill her father’s mouth with her shit, as her brother looked on with horror and disgust. When her full load had been dropped and eaten, and her father’s mouth filled with piss, she jumped out of the bath. “Kneel down Adam,” she ordered. “And I will give you an idea what it is going to be like.” With my instruction to do as she said, Adam sank to his knees. Candy first made him lick up the last few drops of piss from her pussy, then turned her back and leant forward. “Now spread my ass cheeks, and lick up the remains of shit,” she instructed. Adam leaned forward, and tentatively licked at the shit, gagging immediately. “I can’t do that,” he wailed. “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t be a baby,” I admonished him. “What you are going to get in a few moments will be far more disgusting. Now lick that shit from your sister’s ass!” Adam licked it all up, gagging repeatedly. Michael got out of the bath, and slunk off to the bedroom. I ordered Adam to lie down in the bath. “Please don’t make me do this Mom,” he whined. “I just can’t eat shit, it’s too awful!” I told him to shut up, as I put the toilet seat over his face and sat down. Instructing him to open wide, I began to drop his first ever turd into his mouth. “Here it comes little brother,” laughed Candy. “Enjoy!”taboo sex storiesAdam retched as the foul turd hit his tongue. He moaned as I forced the whole thing into his mouth and told him to eat it. I thought several times that he would throw up, but he finally managed to get it down. I gave him another large one followed by a bladderful of piss. He managed to swallow it, but it was all too much and he vomited over his chest. I told him to clean up and go to bed. I also added that Candy and I would expect him to keep our shit down much better in future, so he had better learn fast. A few days later, I arranged at Candy’s suggestion to have Adam’s cock locked up, to prevent him jerking off and keep him frustrated just like his father. At about the same time, Candy mentioned to me a friend of hers, Angel, who worked in a local restaurant as a waitress. “She is a real arrogant, dominant bitch,” Candy told me. “She would be perfect to deal with Adam, maybe even be the perfect wife for him!” “That’s interesting,” I replied. “Let’s go to the restaurant with Adam, and I can check her out.” So next day, Candy Adam and I found ourselves in the restaurant. Angel came over to take our order. She was a beautiful young girl of 18, with long, jet-black hair, ample tits and long strong legs. I guessed she was about the same height as Candy. The two of them said hello, and Candy introduced me. I liked her immediately. “Who’s the sissy boy?” asked Angel, not mincing her words. “My wimp brother,” explained Candy, as Adam’s face reddened. “Looks like a real limp dick to me,” Angel went on. “You got that right!” agreed Candy, and the three of us laughed. We told Angel what Candy and I wanted to eat and drink. “What about sissy boy?” she replied. “Is he not eating?” “Oh Mom and I will be feeding him later,” Candy told her. “How do you mean?” she enquired. Candy lifted her ass and pointed to it. “You’re kidding me!” Angel exclaimed. “Boy, would I love to see that!” “What time do you finish?” I asked her. “In about twenty minutes,” she told me. “Well why don’t you come back with us,” I suggested. “Maybe you could help us feed him.” “You are on!” Angel squealed. “I’ll get your order. Are you sure he is not going to have something?” “Well maybe something to drink,” I suggested. “Can you recommend anything?” I had a twinkle in my eye, which she spotted. “Yes I can,” she said knowingly. “Back shortly.” She came back a couple of minutes later, with a huge glass full of a familiar looking cloudy yellow liquid, which she put in front of my son. “It’s not all mine,” she explained. “I got some help from Julia and Bridget in the kitchen. Let me see you drink it up sissy boy, while it’s still warm.” Adam picked up the glass, and managed to down the lot in four attempts, gagging violently after each one. He shivered with distaste as he put the glass down. “If you think that was bad,” Angel said, as she picked up the glass. “Wait until I have got you under my ass later on!” With that, she spat in Adam’s face and went to collect our food order. When we got back to our place, and settled in the lounge, the very confident Angel asked if she could have some fun with Adam. I said sure, whatever she liked. She slipped off her panties, pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her thick black bush, and sat on the sofa. “Kneel down here boy,” she ordered Adam. “I could do with some pussy licking.” I could see by the look on Adam’s face that he had never done this before, and that he found the idea repulsive. He hesitated, and Angel grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her smooth white thighs. “Start licking boy,” she commanded. “And make it good!” Adam began licking, not knowing what he was doing. Angel was not pleased, and kept giving him commands. These were each punctuated by a lifting of his head, and a savage slap to the face. To Candy’s and my amusement, his cheeks were soon a deep shade of red. I got up to get some drinks from the kitchen, and Candy followed me. “She is fantastic isn’t she?” she remarked. “She certainly is,” I agreed. “I think we may just have found his future wife!” As we returned, Angel was slapping Adam again, just as my husband entered the room from the other side. With an uncharacteristic stern tone, he asked Angel what the hell was going on. With a face like thunder, Angel pushed Adam to the floor, and jumped to her feet. Putting her hands on my unsuspecting husband’s shoulders, she brought her powerful young knee savagely up into his balls. The pleasing scream of agony that came from him told me that she had hit her target perfectly, and Candy sniggered as she watched her father drop to the floor clutching his damaged nuts. Angel was not finished however. She pushed Michael on to his back, and put her bare foot on his face to prevent him rising. “If you ever question me again,” she yelled. “I will get your wife and daughter to hold your legs apart while I kick your miserable little balls to a pulp. Do you understand?” “Yes,” he mumbled from under her foot. “Now get out!” she yelled. It was hilarious to watch the so-called man of the house scramble painfully to his feet, and run out of the door in fear of the teenage girl. “I hope I didn’t go too far with your husband,” she said to me. “Not at all,” I assured her. “I loved watching you hurt him, I don’t know why we haven’t treated him the same way.” “I think we will in future,” added Candy, with a wicked grin. Angel went back to Adam who was now sitting on the floor. “Come here you fucking little sissy,” she cried, roughly pulling his head back between her legs. “Get your tongue back in my cunt!” The three of us drank and chatted while Adam carried on licking her, getting a few more slaps along the way. When she was finally satisfied, she lifted his head and asked him if he had ever done any French kissing. “A little,” he replied. “Good,” Angel went on. “Because you are going to French kiss my asshole!” She turned her back, and thrust her ass in my son’s face. She told him to push his tongue in as far as he could, and get a taste of her. She kept him at this for several minutes. “Oh I am going to give you so much shit in a minute,” she told him. “I am going to fill your sissy mouth with it, and make you eat it all!” Eventually, Angel told Adam to stop, and lay on his back on the floor. She knelt beside him. “I think a little starter before the main course,” she said. “Open wide.” She filled her mouth with saliva, and spat right into Adam’s mouth. She repeated this a couple of times, and then put her face very close to his. She then proceeded, one by one, to empty the snot out of each nostril on to his tongue. I laughed to see him retch, as the slimy stuff slid down his throat. I was learning from this young girl by the minute! “Main course now,” she whispered, as she squatted over his mouth. She shit in his mouth as though she had been doing it for years, and then instructed him to chew and eat it all, while taunting him for being such a sissy ass licking shit eater. When she had finished giving him what turned out to be a very large load, I got up, removed my panties and stood over my son. “Well, does Angel’s shit taste as good as Candy’s and mine?” I asked him. “It all tastes absolutely foul,” he winced. “Oh good,” I responded. “I would hate to think you were enjoying this!” I took my place, and gave Adam another hefty load. So much so, that he was begging for mercy before I had finished. And he hadn’t had Candy’s offering yet! When Candy did get up, and slip off her panties, Adam tried to reason with her. “Please sis, Angel and Mom have given me so much,” he pleaded. “I just don’t have any more room!” “Then you had better make room,” Candy answered cruelly. “Or would you rather I stood you up and got Angel to do what she did to Daddy earlier, only twice as hard?” “Alright,” sai

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