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I met my wife when she was 17, she's now 28, it soon became apparent that she would fantasise about sucking a c0ck while we had sex. I must admit the idea turned me on as much as it did her.
The first time it happened we were at a party, lots of alcohol was consumed. A few people stayed over and we ended up in a bedroom with my friend sleeping on a sofa in the same room. As we laid in bed I could tell she was feeling horny, and couldn't believe my luck when I reached between her legs and she was moist, we carried on trying to be quiet but that didn't last long and we seemed to forget our friend Darren was in the same room. That was until he came and sat on the bed as I was licking her, it was pitch black and he joked he wanted a better view, I stopped, took his hand and put it between her legs, she moaned as he slid his fingers inside her, I soon flipped her on her side and took her from behind and told Darren to suck her boobs, which he did for a while, then he sat up undid his trousers and offered his c0ck to her, she didn't hesitate on putting it in her mouth. I must admit I loved hearing her moan with her mouthful.
A couple of years past and nothing else really happend, until a New Year's Eve round my friend lees, most people had left after midnight but we had stayed, we were daring her to do stuff which ended up with her sat between us, her skirt hitched up and myself and lee taking turns to finger her or sucking her boobs. She loved it but it didn't go any further, instead we went home and had the best sex, me telling her how I'd like to watch her suck him off as I took her.
Then a few months back, another party, me, my wife and lee ended back at ours drinking, we ended up both giving her a massage, her face down to start, bra and panties still on, we covered her in oil, I had top half lee had the bottom, watching him massage her ass made me so hard, she didn't take much persuading to turn over and take her underwear off. More oil, lee was massaging and sucking her boobs, I was rubbing her soaked pussy, I told lee how wet she was and he soon moved down, fingers to start then tongue, then he opened her legs wide and rubbed his hard c0ck over her pussy, I gave him the nod and he buried it inside her as she sucked me, we both came inside her that night, I can't wait till the next time
I've been reading on this site for a while, but until now, I didn't have anything to write about.
I finally got the courage to try to hook up with my dad. He's been raising me by himself since my mom died when I was 6. I've wanted him since probably when I was 15 or so. We had a strange but strong relationship. He was pretty strict, but he was also very much my best friend. I've had a few boyfriends over the years, but nothing too serious. Enough to have a decent amount of sexual experience at this point. That was one thing dad and I never really talked about. It was the basic "you shouldn't be doing it. But if you do, be safe."
I never had the courage to tell him I wanted him. By the time I was 17, I was wearing pretty skimpy stuff around the house, trying to get his attention. It never worked how I'd wanted. He'd notice, but he'd ask me why I was dressed like that and I'd tell him because it was comfortable.
Aft er I graduated high school, I went off to college. I'd only see him some weekends or during breaks. On our most recent break after finals, I was back home visiting him. He looked good, as always. He's 41 now, and still in great shape. And, as always, I still wanted him.
I was dressed in some short yellow shorts and a white tank top. The whole day had passed with no response, as usual, before he said goodnight and went to bed. As soon as he went into his room, I started to drink some of the brandy he had in the kitchen. I figured I'd just drink away my misery. He's never been okay with the idea of me drinking until after I turn 21, so I had to wait until he was in bed.
Anyway, a couple hours had passed. I was certainly buzzed. I was just sitting in the living room watching the Batman v Superman movie on demand, and continuing to drink. Suddenly I noticed dad standing off to my right, glaring angrily at me. "You know I don't like you drinking" he said.
"Dad, I'm in college. I drink. It's a part of life", I told him.
He was wearing a robe that was tied closed, but his some of his chest and chest hair were exposed. I stared at him and I'm pretty sure I cracked a smile.
He took a seat in his recliner, and started to watch the movie with me. We hung out and talked for a bit, mostly about how we agreed that Superman would completely destroy Batman in a fight, lol. Before I knew it, I was getting more comfortable and forgetting where I was and who was around me. I took off my bra as we talked and laid it on the top of the couch behind me. It wasn't even a minute later before I realized that my dad was checking me out. He was trying not to stare, but was failing miserably. I realized he could see my tits and nipples very clearly through my white tank top. For those who are curious, 36DD. I'm on the "chubby" side, but I've got curves, thank you.
I don't know if it was the alcohol, or the years of wanting and frustration getting to me, or both... but I jumped at this opportunity. He looked straight at me, as I slowly took off my shirt.
Eventually he asked me "what the fuck are you doing, Amy?" That was not the response I was hoping for. I told him "it's okay, dad. You can look. You can touch if you want to. I've wanted you to for so long. That's why I dress like this." I was putting myself out there.
"No, it's not okay. Put your shirt back on and go to bed. NOW!"
I teared up and ran to my room. I had been shut down. I cried for a bit. Maybe 5 minutes had passed, when I heard my door open and then close. The light was off but there was enough light from the outside for me to make out my dad's nice frame walking towards my bed. I could see him take off his robe and dropped it on the chair on his way over to my bed.
"You still awake?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I'm up." I replied.
I was still on top of my blanket, and I'm quite sure he could see my topless body laying there, as he couldn't take his eyes off me.
He sat on the bed next to me and sighed. I rubbed my hand on his back. I leaned in and kissed me. I got soaking wet almost immediately, as his hand started to rub my stomach, and then my thigh.
"Daddy?" I said.
"Fuck me." I said, in my best attempt at a sexy voice.
"I really shouldn't" he said. But he climbed all the way onto the bed, and slipped my shorts and panties off. I started to spread my legs and he shoved them open wider, and wasted no time in shoving his huge cock inside me. I say huge, because it felt huge. I'm not sure how big he is, but I can tell you I've never been with anything even close to his size before. I let out a very loud moan and an "oh fuck, DADDY!"
I could very plainly make out the huge grin on his face as he started to fuck me. Hard but slow, deeper and deeper until he was hitting my cervix. I've never felt anything like it. I'd thought about this moment for years, and never could have imagined it going like this. Dad was fucking me like he had probably been wanting to do it for years, too. He was very rough and aggressive. He continued to fuck me hard, getting faster and then slowing down, then speeding right back up. I'm not sure how long it lasted, or how many times I must have said "oh daddy fuck me" or how many times he said something like "you're so fucking tight, baby girl." When he was ready to cum, he pulled out, and jerked off onto my stomach. When he was done, he went down on me and ate my pussy until I came. We laid there together and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, he was gone. I took a shower and got dressed, but I put a black tank top and this short denim skirt hiked up enough where it just screams "fuck me", lol. I couldn't stop thinking about that night, and wanted more.
When I wandered into the kitchen he was sitting in his robe again, like so many mornings when I was growing up. He sat and drank coffee as I strolled in slowly.
"Good morning, daddy." I said.
"Good morning, Amy." He replied.
I went over to grab some cereal and make a bowl. To my delight, I got interrupted.
Dad was right behind me, leaning into me and pushing me against the counter. He pushed me down and bent me over it.
"Is this what you want? To be my little slut?" He asked me.
"Yes sir." I said.
He lifted my skirt even higher, exposing my ass and pussy. I hadn't put on panties. He roughly got his hand in between my legs and started to rub my pussy first, then finger me. And then he opened his robe, got his cock out, and slid into me from behind, in very rough fashion. This was probably even more shocking than the first time. That my dad was being rough with me was a dream come true. The truth was that yes, I absolutely want to be his little slut. Any time and anywhere.
He kept me bent over the counter and pressed down on my back with his hand. He also spanked me several times, very hard. I was very loud, and he called me all sorts of dirty names. Bitch, slut, whore, and my personal favorite, he called me his "little slut daughter." That's perfect.
He fucked me hard and deep, and when he started to go really fast, I knew he was getting close. The next thing I knew, my dad was cumming inside me. I could feel spurt after warm spurt inside my pussy, as he grunted and held my head down against the counter. He didn't let me up until he was completely done. He stood me up, turned me around, and kissed me very hard. He told me what a "sexy fucking body" I have. This was still all a shock to me. My dad had never really been the type to use swear words. And now I was his "little slut daughter."
I had 3 more days of break left before I had to go back to school. We played several more times. He made me suck his cock, and we fucked a lot. I couldn't have imagined it going any better. We don't really even talk about it, outside of when it's happening. Everything else is normal. I left for school again, but not before he stopped me as I approached the door, made me get down and suck his cock, and then fucked me doggystyle. He came inside me, and sent me on my way. I drove the entire way to school in cum soaked panties. Now I miss him more than ever before. I can't wait to visit him again, or get him to visit here. I'm daddy's slut, and I couldn't be happier about it.
The men (and women, but mostly men) that I had sex with when I was really young are p**ophiles and should be in prison or dead, there's no question about that, but I sought them out because it was what I wanted and in most cases nobody else my age was up for it.
I'm not saying this to invalidate those who have been victims of p**ophiles, in like 99.9999999% of cases if an adult has sex with a child the adult r**ed the child, no ifs ands or buts, if they say the kid was seducing them or whatever they are lying to cover their ass or they're lying to themselves.
I was different though. I was interested in sex younger than most and I figured out how to find the adults that wanted it from me. A lot of these people, once they realized I wasn't just playing along, wanted so much more than just touching and sex. I swear I tried just about every fetish you could think of. I don't know if mentioning some of these stories in the confession is good, but if anyone's interested just ask and I'll spill in the comments.
So I turned 18 at the end of December, and I had my first full on sexual experience last week. It was with a 52 year old guy that I had been chatting with on Grindr. We met each other while I was still 17. We used to meet up and I would blow him and we'd give each other handjobs and swordfight, but he'd never fuck me because I wasn't 18 yet. Last week, as my birthday present, he fucked me. He made me into his cumdump. I loved it. He deposited so many loads inside my ass. Just him fucking me made me cum multiple times on myself. He even brought in his other friend who was about the same age as him (maybe older) and the both of them bred me multiple times. In the three hours that I was there, I was covered in cum and my ass was constantly dripping out cum. I want to fuck him again.
I want to get railed by so many people lately. I have two guests in my living room, and all I can think about is getting properly fucked.
I have a serious long term partner, but I think he knows what a thirsty slut I really am, and likes it. It makes me slightly less guilty, then, when I'm struck breathless by a passing stranger, or friend. Vivid daydreams overtake me, frenzied strangers slipping into an alley, stairwell, or backseat. We'd say filthy things, grope, and fuck.
It's difficult to get as much sex as I crave, but that's only because I need so much. I want managers, gardeners, beautiful and the weathered. Old and youthful.
A greying man in a nice suit sits beside me in a darkened theater, and offers me a snack. The show is a matinee, and attendance is sparse. We sit in the back, and his hand slips up my thigh. I am soaking wet, and the film is loud. His hand slips into my panties, and rough, deft fingers tease my soft flesh. I am helpless to resist, so I shift my knees apart. Action film soundtrack drowns out my quiet keening, and the whimpers. Before I can repay the kindness, he shoves a business card in my hand and exits the theater. I meet him in a motel two different times, and we fuck like filthy animals. He makes me answer the door for pizza delivery, opening the door wide enough for a large stuffed crust and also flashing my pussy to the driver. It embarrasses me, makes me wet. He asks me to masturbate for him and watches, offering insult and humiliation. I am fully aroused, showing this man what a good slut I am. He calls me disgusting. I come, and he drives his rock hard cock into me, making my pussy quiver as he fills me with his jizz.
I want to have tons of sex with my friend, but I can't work up the nerve to discuss it most of the time. Neither of us are single, but we've already fooled around. He isn't the only person I've been with besides my partner, but he's one of the least dramatic.
I just want to fuck, always. When my partner is in a lull, it's up to me to pick up the slack. I suck someone's dick at a party, or flirt with someone at a bar. I masturbate frequently, abating that daily urge to have, and be had.
I like to come home from work and start drinking. I wear my favorite plug in my ass for the afternoon and evening, and then go to bed early and fill my pussy with toys. Sated,I fall into blissful sleep. I wake with fresh memories of lust, and the cycle continues.
I think a good, hard fucking is called for. The hunt for sexual satisfaction continues.
I have this fantasy of being involved in a MFM threesome. We could take turns kissing our girl, and eating her pussy getting her hotter, and wetter as we work her together. Then after we have her pussy drenched from all of our attention, I could lye down on a bed side by side with the other guy, left hip to left hip, and then each of us could throw our left legs over each others right shoulders, and move closer together in a scissor position. Then I could take both of our cocks in my hand and start slowly stroking our cocks until we're both rock hard. Then our girl could lower herself onto both of them together, and slowly grind and fuck us both at the same time. I would love to watch her face as our two cocks stretch her pussy to the limit. It would be perfect if the three of us could all have an incredible orgasm at the exact same time. Then after we all subside, she could pull off, and go down on us both together and clean our cocks with her more than willing tongue. As she goes about this, she could position herself in such a way that her juicy, wet pussy would be over my face for me to clean. After we're all cleaned up, the two of us guys could reposition ourselves side by side, and our girl could climb on top of us and take turns making out with us with her cock breath, with lots of tongue action on her part. I've always wanted to do something like this, but I know my wife would never do it. I did have a girlfriend once that I'm sure would have gone for it, but I had to move away, and we lost touch. She was the most erotic, filthy minded woman I've ever met. I'm sure that I'll never get to live out my dream, but it is a great fantasy for me.
So many people are wrong about my wife Kate and I. They tell me to wake up and realise that she's cheating on me. When in fact I already know she. It's me who fixes her up with men more capable of satisfying her with their large cocks, than I could with my five inches. And besides, how else would I get get my weekly cum filled pussy and assume lick and suck out, once she's returned home from her latest fuck.
Every now and then I get to take part. But only if the guy is bisexual like myself and doesn't mind having his cock sucked by me. And if I'm really lucky, having him fuck me too with Kate encouraging him to fuck me hard and deep.
So all those busy bodies who believe I'm being hard director. You just haven't got a clue.
SO I've been commuting to work a ways for the last month, about an hour both ways filling in at a new store. It's not bad, I like driving and the company is paying for my mileage, but I was really hoping there were gonna be some cute girls because it always makes the day go by faster.
I wasn't disappointed. This one chick had really long hair and a great body, and I was checking her out from a distance when I thought she wasn't looking. Normally I'm pretty shy so I didn't even think about saying anything to her.
SO one day out of the blue I make some offhanded joke about orgies and all of a sudden she tells me that she swings sometimes and she used to work in the porn industry. I'm fucking floored! I've never met anyone in the industry and I had a lot of questions, which she was more than happy to answer. Pretty soon we're talking about what she's into and what I'm into and making plans to hang out off the clock. She also told me she did some dominatrix work and I asked if it would be OK for me to watch... I'm not a sub type (as far as I know lol) but I want to get the experience of being there and seeing what it's all about, you know?
SO one night we're texting back and forth and she sends me something that she wrote for this site (which I'd never used or heard of)... and it's about me. I'm sitting in a Five Guys eating dinner and start reading, and holy shit, out of nowhere I'm hard as a fucking rock. Not only am I lucky she gave me the time of day, but she's actually into me? She's saying how she got a crush when we talked about her swinging and being a dom, and now when we work together she gets turned on and she's fantasizing about taking me in the walk in and fucking my brains out. Most days we only see each other for a few minutes because we work almost opposite schedules, so it's like every time I see her it's more and more intense. So the next week I sneak out to her truck before she leaves while I'm taking the trash out and kiss her. I hadn't even kissed a girl for a over a year, and I knew I could get in trouble, but I had to do it, this girl is killing me with all the sexual tension.
So a few days after that, I notice she's hanging out on the phone after getting off work, so I text her and ask if she wants to fool around before heading home. She says OK, so I tell my boss I'm taking an early break so I can run an errand. It was a slow day and he was still there to run shit, so he says it's fine. I go out to the parking lot and get into her truck, literally 50 feet from the front door, crawl into the backseat and start making out with her. I run my hands over her breasts, unbutton her pants, and start fingering her, and she's already soaking wet. after a minute, she pulls away, and says "If you're gonna tease me, I guess I have to tease you." She undoes my belt, pulls down my pants, and just starts throating my cock. She's incredible. It's so intense I'm moaning like a fucking first timer, she's going to town with no gag reflex at all, bobbing up and down like a pro.
Just for background, I have a hard time cumming with ANYONE, let alone someone I've never been with. It's become almost a running joke with me that whenever I tell a girl that I've never came from a blowjob (sad, right?) that she thinks she's gonna be the one to break the pattern... nope. Even though she's giving me what's probably the best head I've ever had, even though my feet and hands are going numb as all the blood in my body rushes to my shaft, I can't finish. I don't want to say she impressed, but she seemed surprised as I pulled her up and started kissing her to let her know it wasn't gonna happen.
I wanted to return the favor, but she got really uncomfortable about it because she wasn't waxed. I told her I didn't care, but she still won't let me, and after a few minutes she says "OK, I won't let you go down on me, but I will have sex with you." Not one to argue, I pull her pants down, and after a few tasty licks I can't help but get in, I slide into her. I try to be gentle, considering we're slumming it in a backseat like middle school kids, but it's so fucking good and pretty soon I'm slamming into her and she's cumming all over my cock, juices pouring out of her as I kiss her face, neck, and tits, pulled out of her shirt as she grabs at my neck and back.
Luckily I set an alarm, because if I hadn't I don't know how long I would've gone. I don't want to stop, but I have to go finish my shift, and I know people will start to wonder where I am. We get dressed, kiss, and I manage to look somewhat presentable before heading back inside.
That was 3 weeks ago. We've been working opposite schedules, but at this point I'm just looking for a night where we can rent a hotel room and have the whole evening to ourselves. I can only imagine what we're going to do to each other, but one things for sure: I'm going to strip her naked, tie her down and eat that gorgeous pussy til she begs me to stop.
I recently turned 21. On my birthday, I went out with a bunch of friends and my boyfriend. Naturally, I drank a ton and got really fucked up. By the end of the night, I had made my way back to my parents house with my boyfriend. I didn't last long before I must have passed out/fell asleep in my bed, still fully dressed, minus the heels I had been wearing.
I woke up, I'm not sure how much later, with my legs up on what I thought were my boyfriend's shoulders, and he was fucking me. I still had my clothes on. My skirt was just riding up and my panties were still on, just slid to the side. The sex felt great. When I moaned and said "mmm... baby fuck me", he stopped fucking me. I asked "what's wrong babe? Fuck me!" And as I squinted in the poorly lit room, I saw that it was not my boyfriend inside me. I stared in shock. It was my little brother. I mean, I shouldn't say my "little" brother, because he didn't feel little, lol. But yeah, there he was, frozen in his tracks, still balls deep inside me. It felt great. I didn't even care that the little shit was r****g me in my sleep. I wanted more.
He started to slowly pull out. I quickly told him "no, don't. Keep fucking me." I didn't have to tell him twice. He kept going and going. Hard and deep. I think he was getting close, because he stopped fucking me and fingered me until I came. And then he shoved his cock right back inside me, fucked me for a little longer, and then the little shit grunted, pinned my legs back, and came inside my pussy. Up until that point, I hadn't even realized he wasn't wearing a condom. But I sure found out, as I felt his warm cum filling me up. Almost immediately after he was done, he ran off, without saying a word. I fell back to sleep pretty soon after.
When I finally saw him the next day, he acted as if nothing had happened. I don't know if he was banking on me having been so drunk that I'd forget or what, but we still haven't talked about it. I know I should be mad, but I'm not. I didn't mind being taken, and the sex was very good. I wish my boyfriend were that big and could fuck me like that.