I first meet my best friend ,about 13 years ago. I moved in with a good friend of mine Missy,she had a friend of her's already living with her,Annette!I remolded the basement, and made it into a nice bachelor pad! I had a hot tub, new video and audio systems, and a new computer with a high resolution monitor. Missy and Annette hung with me almost all the time in my pad, and anybody that stopped in would come down to my room!I'm a little on the kinky side , and everybody new it , but were ok with the things I did! Annette made me very interested in her! She was a lesbian, a tom boy looking girl,and didn't seem to have any interest in sex!She had real long dark hair,that she mostly always had in a ponytail, she wore mens pants, and one of those sports bra's ,all the time. It was really hard to tell what her body was like! One day she asked me if I would teacher how to use my computer,and go on the internet.So she came down one nite and started teaching on my computer After a while I asked her if she minded if i went in my hot tub! She said sure she didn't care. So I got naked in front of her and got in the tub. After awhile I got out and stood in front her to dry of, this didn't seem to bother her at all. So then I sat down on the couch beside my computer desk she was sitting at! We talked some more on what she need to do to set up a account on the internet! I reached over and grabbed my bottle of astroglide, and started to play with my cock, and she would look over at me once …
The Deflowering of Daisy Jackson
I had always been a good girl. I mean, I wasn’t out partying and going to clubs like my classmates. I didn’t get knocked up and have 2 and 3 baby daddies like my peers. For the most part, I guess one may have thought of me as a prude in a sense. Well, that was the perception of me on the outside. In my head, there was another Daisy Jackson. The Daisy Jackson that friends and family knew was a straight-laced, church going, ten commandment following, example of uprightness. But the Daisy Jackson in my head was another whole being. The Daisy Jackson in my head was a formidable whore who loved to fuck and suck anything dick should get her hands on and her pussy wrapped around. Suffice it to say, I was a bit of a late bloomer. While others were out getting their cherries’ popped, I was at home watching television or in church being a virtuous woman or at least trying to be. Truth be told, when I was alone in my room, I wasn’t thinking about thumping my bible but rather was humping my pillow and anything else I could use to get myself off. I was living a lie; pulling the shade over everyone’s eyes until Marcus came into my life. I had known him for years. We had practically grown up together. He had gone away to the military then came back home after his deployment. I saw him one day at the grocery store. We exchanged information and decided to hang out. It was great. For the first time in my life, I was now dating or as they said in my town ‘courting.’ I was having a blast. On …
Changing desires
Sat night 06/06/15 I had tried to open myself up all Fri night with no luck. I had a good enema, it took fucking ages to get clean. I did some poppers used my smallest toy to open up for the bigger ones. To no avail. My hole would not co-operate with my & my fellas attentions. I had closed up & my fellas tonguing had little effect, which totally got me pissed off as he is so good at it. Normally this always work if i'm a little uptight (happens sometimes).I had worn my hole out I pouted & pouted. I was beginning to get very forlorn as I felt I had let my fella down. Lots of pouting & sad face. Then I noticed a stirring in my loins Oh wow my cock was getting hard as I was staring at my mans pert tidy buttocks. Now I have fucked many a hole in my life, however since I & my fella met on a gay dating site (it was love at first sight) I had no desire to get an erection. I just wanted to dress & get fucked fisted & be as fem as I could for him. Didn't need or want an erection, in fact I had begun to hate my appendage & didn't even like when my fella touched it. My fem side had completely taken over my sexuality. My asspussy was my primary sex organ. It would gape & twitch just thinking about getting it filled. So when I felt my cock stir at the sight of my fellas buttocks in his leather chaps my mind then switched & my cock got very fucking hard. I straddled my man & tapped the tip of my rapidly growing cock on his lips. He tongued my piss slit & I was running my knob around the …
In like with my affair
One Saturday I was outside cleaning the gutter it was filed with leaves n dirt n water. It rained yesterday. My husband was working. It was hot and my neighborhood is quiet I live on a cul de sac. I have a pink tank top no bra, white shorts no panties & flip flops. Hair was wet from a shower and twisted up in a loose bun. I'm on a ladder scooping piles of leaves… I went dont the ladder got the hose turned the water on and the attached nozzle I bought had 4 settings I tried for ing the leaves out. Bucause there mustve been too much gunk and the added water from the hose my gutter fell. A driver pulled over on my front lawn got out the car. Asked did you need help I said no its ok. He said I can mount it back. I said it really is ok my husband can fix it later. He said hose it down, from falling it lossened all the grit. I hosed it and accidently wet the kind sir and he wrestled me for the hose and noticed I had no bra. Nipples hard his eyes pierced on my chest. I went inside while he climbed the ladder. To continue to fix my gutter. I made him lunch invited him in to wash his hands. My neighbor to the left ms. Leigh shes nosey. He washed his hands sat on my dinning room chair, he said ur beautiful. I said thNks your only saying tgat cuz my boobs were in your face, he laughed he said i wish they were we flirted. I stood in front of him my ass sort of sitting on my table he lifted one leg an noticed I had no panties his head went down slpped his tongue between my short and …
Teenage Seduction
pictures and video of me masturbating: http://qwiklnk.com/7juY For years I've lusted after him. In my eyes he was perfection. 200 lbs. of muscled arms and only minimum fat. However, he is not your typical pretty boy. At 30 he has two tattoos, pierced nipples, and a bald head. Add that to his liking of young girls, fast cars, and porn and you have a man you would never bring home to meet your parents. My family loved him despite his flaws, how couldn't they, he was my step-brother after all. This all started when I was 18. I discovered masturbation and porn which led to all my sexual thoughts. When I was 19 I discovered his love of porn. It was all over his laptop in his web history and in his media player. By this time I discovered Incest porn and how much it turned me on knowing they were doing something society considered taboo. Now my sexual fantasies changed from a mystery lover to my step-brother, Josh. At 20 I found his old phone and looked through his pictures. Right in front of me was a picture of his glorious cock. I knew it had to be him because he had pierced nipples. It had to be about 7 or 8" and thick as well. The head was like a purple mushroom. This picture only added to my lust for him. When I was 21 I think he finally began to see me as more than his little sister. One day I caught him staring at my 36D tits and tight ass in my bikini at the pool. I glowed with pride at how he was looking at me. All through the years I had made slight innuendos that I was …
Obedience Training 2
Mistress, I am here. I fell asl**p early and dreamed that I was between your legs all night. You tied my arms to the headboard of my bed and tied my ankles to the footboard. You then tied my tits with rope. There was only candle light to illuminate the bedroom. You opened the window to let the cool night air in the room. The cool air aroused my nipples making them erect. You blindfolded me and put a gag ball in my mouth. I lay there spread eagle – yours. You could see my clitoris sticking out of my hairy cunt. “I came to torture and make love to you.” You said. You got the candles, ice cube, and your flogger. You used your manicured nails and teeth to caress my body. Covered with goose bumps and shivering from the cool night air, I trembled from the cool night air and the thought of you fucking me. No, it was the anticipation of what was in store for me. It is the thrill of not knowing and anticipation that arouses me. A nymphomaniac? Not at all. You are a gorgeous slut. My slut. You used your pierced tongue to lick my ears and neck while you dug your nails along my sides and waist making my bleed slightly. You whispered in my ear, “I own your cunt slut.” My heart pounded as you used your tongue to circle my breasts. Then, you used ice cubes to trace the shape of my body. Slowly follow every curve and inch. The heat of my body caused the ice to melt and the water droplets wet the sheets. My pelvis arched and moved as you used the ice to massage my vagina. Your sharp nails …
My Professors Office
We got to my professor's office, which was actually quite roomy. "Drop your books young lady," she said with authority. "Good, now I want you to put your hair into pigtails," she said. "Great, now take off your shirt so I can see those perky young tits of yours," she instructed. I saw her eyes widen as she stared at my two perfectly pierced nipples. I don't know what it was, but it was making me horny again to listen to her commands. As I did, she began to suck on my nipples, making them even harder then before. I could feel my pussy dripping as she took my left nipple into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. She sucked on it, sending tingles through my chest, and gently biting it before moving on to the other. As she sucked on my right nipple, she unzipped her pants, and started rubbing her clit. "Pull my pants off, but keep my heels on," she said. I obeyed, staring at her freshly waxed pussy as my face drew near. Wow, it is such a beautiful thing. "Now, since I ate you out with my pants on, I want you to do the same," she said as she put her left thigh on top of my shoulder and pulled my face in. I was hooked upon the first taste, her pussy was so sweet and delicious. I swiped my tongue left to right, the way she had done to me. She moaned in pleasure. I started licking it up and down, focusing on her engorged clit, as juices were dripping out of her like a waterfall. "Oh my god, that feels so good. I've been on the edge of cumming since I saw you in class today," …
Her Night with Mommy – Prequal, Part 1
Jazmine chose being an accommodating whore over a decent mother. She wasn’t neglectful, or abusive. She never ceased having a roof over her head or that of her daughter’s, Roxy. The fridge and cupboards were always stacked with food and nutrients. Medical needs were seen to, and clothes were abundant. But the fucking, and cocks, and strangers, and Jazmine being gangbanged and gang raped were never even remotely hidden. Sometimes, Roxy would walk in on her mother sucking or fucking, say, in her bedroom. Sometimes, Jazmine would plop down on the sofa in the living room next to Roxy with some guy and begin what would become a routine: become interested in what Roxy was watching; ensure that she was sitting between Roxy and her guy; Start to fondle the guy’s cock and occasionally lean into his lap and suck a bit of the head; the guy spreads her thighs and begins to rub her nani; Jazmine moves to the floor between his legs “to get more comfortable” after he completely removes his pants and underwear; Jazmine opting for a “more comfortable” spot on his lap, which would coincidentally include his cock sliding into one of her holes; all of this and more, while all three sustain the charade that they’re all interested in the television program. Not infrequently, a customer or fuck friend of Jazmine’s would wander into the living room – or her bedroom – and find Roxy alone. The least of these moments involved the men sitting next to Roxy, draping their arms around her and stroking …
Anything for an A
I did not know what I was in for as I knocked on the Professor’s door that night. I needed help with the upcoming mid-terms and was in trouble if I did not pass them. I could have been out of school if I failed. I was about to find ut what it was going to take to pass. I was wearing my tight jeans with the rips and studded belt with a black shirt that showed off my left arm tattoo sleeve and I had just had my hair dyed blue so I was looking even more like my true Emo self. I have a pierced lip and right nipple as well as the holes in my ear. He answered the door in a white shirt and jeans himself. His short wavy hair was pushed back and it showed off his long slender neck. He led me down the corridor to his kitchen where he had paper and books at the table. He invited me to sit and he poured me a cup of coffee and got right to the point. “well Dominic you are in a pickle” “ I know Sir” “your in my home call me Rod” he began. “you have to score at least a B on the mid terms or your out, are we clear on that?” “I understand, and will do whatever I have to, to pass this class Rod” “good, that is what I like to hear” he sat next to me and smiled. “ I think there is a simple way to help you score a big grade Dom” “oh please tell me Rod, I am desperate to make it work.” “I know” He ran a finger along my tattoo and smiled. He complimented my ink and said he liked yong men with tattoos. He stood up and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and topped up my coffee. “ever suck a cock Dom?” …
The Devils Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 5: The Prisoner
The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Five: The Prisoner Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading! Saturday, September 21st, 2013 – Jake Duncan – Paris, Texas I was sitting in my cell, trying to sleep on the hard mattress, cursing my bad luck. Fucking broken taillight. You couldn't have one of those, not when you're a two striker carrying a half-a-ton of weed in your trunk. The moment the cop pulled up my record, he found some BS excuse to search the car. My third strike. I will be life in jail. “I ain't never gettin' another piece of ass,” I groused. “At least not of the female—” The bull walked by, his keys jangling, escorting a sweet, young thing, naked as the day she was born, covered in what looked like spunk and piss. Even covered in filth, she may have been the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her breasts were budding, topped with small, pink nipples, and her body was lithe and she moved with grace. Her hair, damp and matted, was a blonde so light it was almost white, and her eyes. Silver. Like the stars. My cock rose to full mast. The bull shoved her into the cell next to mine. All that separated me from the finest piece of ass I had ever seen was half-inch-thick, metal bars. She walked to the cot, sitting down, spreading her legs, and looked straight at me, a teasing smile on her face. “Do you think I'm beautiful?” she purred, my eyes locked on the cum-matted fur of her pussy. “You are goddamn gorgeous, …
little asian boy in prison
1 Hello, everyone. My name is Ling. I am an owned Asian boi-wife belonging to a dominant White master. I was locked up in a prison when I was a 18 year old virgin Asian boy. Through two years of rigorous training and discipline at the hands of several other prisoners, I became a complete sex slave. I was stripped off of my humanity, my identity and I was never allowed to be called a boy again. They had all my body hair laser removed, put me on female hormones to develop breasts, and had my dick permanently locked in a cage and I am never allowed to touch it. They referred my dick as a clit and sometimes they rubbed it and spanked it like I was a girl. They called me their gook wife and used me just as they would with an Asian female. Everyday I was gang ****d, f***ed to swallow cum, gave rim jobs, and gave massages to my master, the mob boss of the prisoners, who owned me and shared me with his minions. He even had my nipples pierced with silver rings. All this done white I was still in prison. I was forbidden to ever cum again, and began to derive immense pleasure from being penetrated. He frequently whored me out to other prisoners. Many of them have never even seen an asian boy in prison. They said that my boi-pussy was even better than real pussy. They not only ****d me, but took pleasure in abusing me and humiliating me, and they said "it was indeed true. Asian boys are so naturally feminine and just as submissive as their female counterparts". I was the "asian bitch" …
Slut loves to tease
Slut loves to tease: I’ve had a Facebook account lying dormant for quite some time, when for some strange reason, I decided to reactivate it and friend only Men who were total strangers to me. Facebook are quite strict with their upload policy of no nude photos etc. and I wanted to see, just for devilment, how far I could push Facebook's policies. I have a rather large collection of photographs taken by my husband and some taken by my secret lovers that showed me wearing various sexy outfits and raunchy lingerie in some very provocative poses, inevitably naked and even some showing various sexual acts being enjoyed. I re-instated my account with a profile pic of me wearing a skintight dress, showing my ample curves and lots of cleavage. My head was bowed so my face could not be seen, but I added a facial pic of a side view close up in my photos section. I didn’t put any great amount of detail such as relationship status but I did put the area where I lived, then I clicked the button to go live. I went away from the computer to carry on with my daily routine and returned thirty minutes later to see I had 24 friend requests, all from men that I did not know or recognize. Good start to proceedings I thought. I sifted through the names and friended only the ones with profile pictures that looked half decent. The instant I befriended, I began to receive instant messages and updates. Most of the comments were how sexy I looked in the dress, was I going to upload more pictures (that …