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Fetishes And Kinky Sex
Are you into weird, or kinky sex? Foot fetishes, panty fetishes, diaper fetishes, medical fetishes, bondage sex, we all have sexual fetishes to one degree or another. Do you get horny endlessly day-dreaming about kinky sexual fetishes or sexual situations you'd like try out or be involved in? Have you ever acted on any of your kinky sexual fetishes? How did it go? Did you experience a sexual situation even too "weird" or "out there" for even your sensibilities? This is the place to confess it all!
  • — Fetishes and Kinky Sex —
    Straight Male / 38

    All through school we didn't have any black students, that is, until my senior year in high school. I was smitten with her and asked her out the first chance. She accepted and we even went on a second date. As it worked out, for me, her father's job didn't work out and they moved before we became serious, or even had sex.

    I wanted to fuck her. She was very dark and that turned me on, but she was gone.

    Well, fast forward 20 years later now: my fetish is black women. As soon as I see a black woman, I get hard. My cock jumps up and is rock hard. It makes my next few minutes intersting while I ask her out to just get into her panties. My cock is good sized, 9" fully erect, so there is a bulge noticable as I try to get with her.

    If she goes out with me, my only goal in life is to get into her panties, then fuck her every way I can. My dick does not ease up until I've fucked her at least 4 times--white girls it pops 1 maybe 2 times and I'm good, but black girls I have to keep fucking until it almost falls off. BJ, anal, bareback, I want and need my cum in her black body.

    It's not a white superior thing for me, I treat her nice, enjoy her company, but I need to fuck her as soon as possible, I have fucked black women in store restrooms moments after meeting them, then once I get enough fucking her, I lose interest and am gone.

    I don't use a condom and I have to leave my cum in her every hole I can. I am sure there are children out there that are mine, but I never check back to see--fuck and dump only.

    Yes, I have seen a psychiatrist, but I enjoy it. I know what caused my fetish, but I also know I don't really want to stop. My Dr said until I do, then at least use a condom. I'm not doing that either.

    I love seeing her dark body against mine, and knowing, maybe. I knocked her up with my white baby.

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    Lesbian Female / 25

    I think everyone has a memory of something they did that they shouldn't have done but never forget. At least it seems reasonable to me. Maybe stealing from the grocery store, or sneaking out at night without permission, lying to your parents or teachers. My thing was some of the above but a whole lot worse.

    Our house sat on a large lot in a section of town with country estates. My parents are well to do and the house I grew up in is large, big with six bedrooms and six and a half bathrooms, four car garage, swimming pool, tennis court, the maids lived in a small bungalow over the crest of the hill so we didn't have to see the bungalow from the house.

    My mother hired this maid, her name was Ana and she was from Central America. Her job was to clean and take care of the rooms for the kids (we are four kids). I guess because we were close in age she was always around me, following me, cleaning up after me, fixing me food after school, washing my clothes when her job wasn't the laundry, she was always in my room, fixing the bed, folding my clothes and putting them away in the dresser, cleaning my shoes. Whenever she put my clothes away she always spent a lot of time with my underwear. One afternoon she was in my room straightening out my dresser and she was touching my underwear and she just turned and put a pair of panties against her uniform and did a little pose. I told her to come over to me and I lifted her uniform and she had on underwear that was pretty ordinary which she bought at Walmart.

    I was on my bed and she was standing right in front of me, I had her uniform up and I grabbed her panties and pulled them down until she stepped out of them. I lifted her uniform and she of course was very brown and her pussy was so heavy, it was a large dark matted triangle, I could smell her and I put my hands around her bottom and leaned in and kissed her pussy. After a second I was on my knees kissing her pussy, her legs had opened a bit and I could get my chin between her legs and her pussy was so wet and I turned her around and sat her on my bed and spread her legs and I got my whole mouth in her pussy. I had never once thought about doing something like that, sure I had stories of what it was like when guys ate your pussy and everything I had ever heard I did. To say I fell in love with her pussy is not saying enough.

    Over the next weeks she ate my pussy and I ate her pussy, she played with my tits and I played with her tits, she kissed me and I kissed her, I took her as my personal maid and we felt we had all the time in the world together. Oh and I told her I was in love with her and she told me that she was in love with me. We got careless, we touched each other all the time, and the day that she got fired was the day she touched my bottom in front of my mother. I know she never thought about it, she just touched my bottom, I touched her bottom and her tits and her face and kissed her at will and that day she touched my bottom in front of my mother and she was fired on the spot.

    Never mind that I begged my mother not to fire her. She was fired and I never heard from her again. I have been told that she was just getting close to me because that is how she expected to get ahead being the sex partner of one of the members of the house, she may not even have been lesbian, I was so she played along. Others tell me that she went to work somewhere else like a factory or as a maid in a hotel. Others tell me that she was embarrassed to be in love with a white girl that she could never be with. No one tells me that maybe she was in love with me and she is a lesbian and there was nothing bad about it. Yes I was seventeen and she was in her mid twenties, yes she was the employee and the servant in the house, yes she was not one of us and my mother was protecting me from her and yes my mother at that time did not know that I was a lesbian, she wouldn't know until several years later, and that she was my first love. It was inappropriate for her touch my like that and she got fired.

    But what is true is that I have a thing for girls like her, I have had three girlfriends including her and all three are from south of the border. My girlfriend that I live with, the girlfriend that I came out to my parents about, she and I met in college, she is from a very well to do family in Mexico and she is very well educated and traveled, and she is a lesbian and we happened to have met at college and discovered that we both liked what we each were, she liked that I was tall and toned and blond and blue eyed and I liked that she was petite and brown and intelligent and sweet and affectionate and like my very first love, she has this pussy that is so full, so thick, so hot that I fell in love with her the first time I took her panties off. That's my kind of pussy, sorry to be crude but it is true, when I saw my maid's dark pussy I was turned on and went into heat. Pussy turns me on, sorry again it just does.

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    Straight Female / 23

    Some time ago while at the Movie Cinema I arrived by myself and while sitting and watching the movie. I peed myself! It mostly went into the seat but I stood up for a moment while I was still pissing and it rushed down the back and sides of my legs before I sat down and still kept on going in my pants.

    I must confess I did something that I should probably feel very guilty about! It's not like I was in a rush and I had no time to visit the restroom. If I wanted too I could have got up from my seat. Than went to the woman's restroom to pee.

    It was not an accident! And not only was it not an accident but I purposely went into the movie already with my bladder full, purchased a large size Coca-Cola to take into the theater to drink planning to deliberately wet myself completely. I made such a mess and only for my own sexual fetish. But I don't know if I should feel that guilty or not? By the time I got up and left the seat could no longer absorb much so it kept dripping into the puddle of my urine on the floor. By that time my bladder had already been fully emptied.

    There are no excuses for my accident because I arrived early before the movie started and even went into the restroom to wash my hands. All the stalls where empty at the moment. None of the toilets were in use preventing me from using one. and I really needed to pee. I thought about using the toilet I even entered a restroom stall and looked down at the toilet. I decided that I was going to piss myself during the movie. So instead of using the toilet I went into the theater sat alone an wet myself during the movie because I wanted to.

    We all know it's probably wrong to do this that is one reason I enjoy doing it. You can't have fun without breaking some rules right? But should I feel bad? I made a huge mess but no one was directly hurt. If I am paying for the movie I should be able to have some innocent fun right? I sort of felt guilty. I guess it's a fetish. But I don't know if it is against the law? Probably. It was embarrassing walking out of the theater with wet pee stains all down my blue jeans. If I'm caught I can lie and say it's an accident. After all what girl would wet herself on purpose. I don't think I was seen because it was early and I move quick.

    Remembering back while I was sitting in the seat. Heart pumping away because I was nervous I knew I was being bad. After I started to pee my jeans and kept it going for a while. The warm feeling was out of this world. It felt good not having to use a toilet and just deciding that I'm old enough to wet myself if I feel like it. I won't lie I slipped my hand down there and rubbed my little pussy but only until I got distracted again with the wetting. The worst thing and it's almost a good thing I wanted to poop my jeans too. I pushed and tried but I could not poop myself. So the theater seat would not be messed only wet that day. It's okay the wetting was more than enough to get off to later when I got home.

    I'm knew to this fetish. It mainly sparked in my later teen years. Some time ago I once peed a bed on purpose. But never my own bed. It was only once but it was a Hotel bed. I posted here before. I have only wet myself a few times in my whole life. And I had only pooped myself twice once in the hotel bed. I was naked. And when I got home from that trip I had no choice but to relive that hotel moment and put on some pants and poop myself. I tried to do this a 3rd time at the Cinema but failed.

    But out of the few times I had done bad things like this! One aspect always remained the same? No one caught me red handed. At first that was a blessing. But my thoughts kept getting worse my fantasies were having an accident and someone seeing me. But I knew that would never happen. I never actually wanted to be caught. One day not that long ago I was finished humming and hawing in my thoughts I decided to myself I'm going to have an accident in front of people. I never really believed those thoughts at first.

    It was only a while later that I said TODAY it's going to happen. The work week was over it was now my weekend. Of course when you realize what your planning to do. Your going to be very scared. I defiantly was! So I tried not to think about it. But that made it worse. If you don't think about. You can't come to terms with it. I would never be able to wet in front of people without thinking about it and convincing myself to do it. And that it was okay to do it. So I thought about it. Decided that I would regret not doing this. I woke up. Had my morning coffee. Took a laxative even though I hardly needed one. Since I skipped using the toilet the previous night anyway. I really had to go. I could almost not hold it. Today I was going to mess my pants completely. I won't kid around. Never have I been seen peeing or pooping my pants. Not even by my parents when I was young. I was indeed scared and thinking about quitting. Was my fetish worth this? Was masturbation I would get out of it later worth it?

    I put on a pair of my lightest blue jeans hoping they would show as much wetness and mess. Because I wanted to get caught. I drove to the beach someplace far away I won't be going back too. It was a hot day but before noon. The main group of people have not arrived. This was great because I would only be seen by less people. I felt relieved at first thought 100 people may see me. Now it's 15-20 people probably. My plans was to hide out behind many of these tall trees at the wooded area by the park. The same park that is next to the beach. On the way walking to the trees were I had planned to wet and soil myself in public. The nerves in my body were telling me don't do this! For a moment I stopped where I was. I knew I had to go badly. I could make it back to my car. I could probably also find the restroom.

    I overcame the shame and my fears and started to walk again. No I told myself your going to do this like you planned. It's okay everyone is allowed to have an accident. They don't know it's intended right? It's time to have my accident today! It's only fair that I can have my "Accident" too no matter how many times I call it that I know it's not an accident. I probably can only do this once. As the rumors may spread if this became a repeated thing.

    And that's when it did dawn on me! The mistake I was making....... I'm going to spend my one legit accident hiding behind some trees where very few people would see me until I stepped out into the public and walked back to my car. A lot of people would see me than. But the actual accident would mostly be in secret. I'm wasting my one opportunity to for fill my fetish of purpose shitting myself like a child in public. If I'm going to have an accident. And do it on purpose to be caught red handed. I'm going to do my whole piss and BM into my pants directly in front of people. I'm even going to deliberately grunt even if I'm faking it so they know I'm shitting myself. I could swear that I had already began to wet. But it was only because I was so wet of the thought of going though this. I wanted to touch myself but that would come later. Sure it would be degrading that was part of the thrill right? But no the main aspect was just being a bad dirty girl getting her kicks off by doing such a bold act.

    Where I was standing right now was on the paved walking pass. Nearby water fountain, benches, I could see the beach. Over thirty people were around me. I gulped and thought I should do it right now? Before I can change my mind. Enough people they will easily see the whole thing. I already has a few eyes on me as I looked around. People of all ages both man and woman. Mostly about my age but not everyone.

    I felt that I needed to sit because of a nervous twitch in my leg like having a charlie horse but without any of the pain. I don't think I could start peeing because I was to nervous. Not being able to stand for to much longer I walked and sat down for a moment? Okay what now I thought. I took a drink of an ice cold water I had with me. Not to fill my bladder that was already accomplished. I also needed to take a huge dump. Should I have my pee & poop here on the bench? No I thought I wanted to do it standing. I knew it was all going to come out into my pants very soon even if I changed my mind I may not be able to get out of here without having an actual accident. Well I knew that was not true I had never had issues holding it. I could easily reach the near by restroom. It was right there. But it was urgent that I had to go now! I could barely hold any of it. The BM needed out. But I came here for one reason. I could not calm down enough as even more people arrived as I waited. It got worse...

    Maybe I can't do this in front of all these people? I'm okay if they see me after but not during. Not this many people. So after a moment it clicked into my head though the pain of holding it! The RESTROOM! It would have people in it. But at most like what ten woman? And that would be if it was very busy. I can do this in front of about that many people. I would just have to walk back to my car after. I had no time to think about it further my bowels sent me rushing to the restroom. It was only a moment's walk away. As I was walking I focused on breathing and keeping calm. I knew what was coming but it did not feel real just yet? Of what I planned to do. I was sweating not only with the fear but because it was a little hot. But mostly because I desperately needed to poop. But human bodies are complicated. One moment later before I even reached the restroom. Most of the urge went away. I still needed to piss badly. And I could easily shit if I wanted to. Like if I gave a push I would poop no questions asked. But it was not throbbing anymore I could hold it long enough to make it out of there and back to my car. But the thought of stopping never crossed my mind. Not even for a second now I was ready.

    Only seconds later I reached for the restroom door. And it opened someone was just exiting. I looked nervously into their face knowing what I came here to do. Omg I though is this it? I walked in pondering how bad this was going to be? I knew it would be very rough. I won't look pretty when this is over! I may be attractive but most people don't find woman who just had an accident hot. From how badly I needed to pee and poop it would be a mess! As I got inside almost every stall was taken. I started to realize what I had gotten myself into! Now I was more nervous again. But on the walk to the restroom I came to terms with it. I knew what I wanted! Not only were all but one stall taken. There were many woman at the sinks too. I think there was six stalls. This was the critical moment! Time froze... my lips went numb! Throat went dry... My heart rate was extreme! I could make it to the stall no problem. Heck if I wanted to I could pull my pants down, sit and use the toilet like a regular person. I made it in time!

    The sexual pleasure I got out of wetting at the Cinema has lead me to this? I could not stop thinking about getting caught that time. I needed to have this at least once in my life. And while I was still young.

    At this point I was still stepping towards the empty stall. Another problem came up! If I make it to the stall? What is my plan? Sure I kind of hoped they would all be taken. It was busy! So my accident would seem more beliveable if I could not reach a toilet in time. But the stall door was open I saw the shiny corner of the white porcelain toilet and white plastic seat. If I enter this stall and close the door it's over? And credibility of an actual accident goes out the window! I can't really stall and let anyone else take it? I could maybe wash my hands first! But would anyone desperate enough to crap herself do that? No... So this was the it! IT!!! I had to choose now if it was okay to piss and poop myself. I wanted it! But could I do it? This was no longer a fantasy!

    I AM! I AM gonna do it I told myself. I walked to the stall. Gripped the stall door... I probably did not need to act and look panicked like I was going to have an accident. I already knew I looked like that from the emotions, stress, excitement and fear. This would look so genuine I thought. As much as I may regret it I will regret not doing it. Do I really have no willpower? I do! So I'm going to mess myself now I thought in my head. It's what I wanted! And now I was going to get it.

    As I had the stall door in my hands I stopped myself from going inside and closing it. I came here specifically to be seen. All I had to do was take a deep breath and start!? Not as simple as the those words make it seem. Not only am I leaving the stall door open! But I'm going to stand outside of the stall! Even I can't explain the emotions of doing something so taboo!!! Before I could even have a moment to hesitate I heard to girls all around me in the restroom... A stall opened right next to me too and as a woman came out before I could change my mind... I pushed with everything I had and focused mainly on controlling my breath. Real tears filled my eyes but I was not sad.

    Immediately I felt my urine pour out down my legs my jeans took a moment to dampen, the urine was past my knees and my jeans were still dry looking, urine seeped though them before they started to change color and darken. I pushed very hard by the way! Every bit of strength went into allowing my bladder to relax and empty. I was pissing harder than I intended too. I kind of wanted to rush and get this over with. That's what my mind and body wanted. I wanted to savor it! I was doing such an amazing thing I thought to myself.

    With the small amounts of control I had left in me I turned a tiny bit barely at all and made sure my back was facing the sinks were many woman were. I needed my bum to be in view to enjoy it the most. I had yet to hear anyone notice but to be honest all sounds went silent except my own thoughts. I just wanted to continue peeing forever. I never wanted to stop this taboo act. Wetting in public! But I knew I came here for more than just that. I can't get lost on just the sensation of urinating. It felt so great as my bladder emptied because of were I was doing it, how I was doing it and also because I REALLY had to pee! Woman were watching me! But the part I really feared was not the wet accident I was already having. Only a few seconds later after the splashing sound became loud and filled the restroom. I saw a glimpse of a puddle spreading and tons of urine still traveling down and leaking though. Without even intending my eyes closed.

    Probably a reaction from the fear of knowing what I was doing. And also what I was about to do. I bent over a little. I pushed and now I was shitting myself! All on purpose none of it came out by accident. I continued to purposely push and peed and focused on my bowels and emptied them again! Another mass of shit came out! I shuttered a little. Taking deep breaths as I defecated. I felt it tent out behind me facing all the woman. You can't imagine how it feels. And while it did feel great it also felt like a mountain full of dread and fear! I can't stop it... I can't hide it... And I'm purposely doing more and more! Eyes still closed I could hear and feel the urine! Pooping a little more the mess spread out in my panties. I felt it ride up into my pussy in the front a little and it tugged down on my panties inside my pissy wet jeans.

    I don't remember if I had grunted up to this point! But I remember planning to do that. So as I pushed some more I grunted along with it. It was obvious of what I was doing! At one point I was not even really pushing and I was still grunting a little it was faked but probably sounded like the real thing. Lost in a trance I just continued. I was still in control but I was not really there I was in a trance for a moment. The reality of my actions were not being processed. Up to now every push was deliberate but than couple of them came naturally I could not stop. I don't think every grunt was totally fake but I kept grunting. I needed it to be clear that I'm wetting and messing and it was pretty clear! So by regular reflex not even fully deliberately now I push and more poo came out. Again my body made me push a little more. By now most of the easy shit was already on the outside resting in my panties. I would have to really try harder to go anymore it felt almost done.

    My eyes opened and people were reacting on it. I even heard some comments. I think I heard an are you alright in a comforting way? But I'm not sure? I know for sure others were kind of like OMFG....... some small laughs and I heard the restroom door opening a little. And a stall door opening or closing a few times. I was not doing this directly beside anyone. So everyone except myself was out of the splash zone. But I took a tiny quick look around and I was still kind of bent over having just pushed multiple logs out into my pants. Pee still dropping around my pant legs onto the piss soaked floor even though I was not peeing anymore at that exact moment. The puddle spread out all the way to the near drain that was like two meters away! This was the biggest piss puddle I have ever seen! oh my god... I did this and it was no accident! The urine glistened a little yellow on the white and black speckled marble floor.

    I made sort of eye contact with one person she was probably 10 years older than me. The look on her face is burned into my mind. I felt so embarrassed when I made eye contact? Why did I have to look her in the face? I blushed and teared up a little. Before I felt like I still had to go. So I put my effort into finishing and it took maybe another 10 seconds yes more urine trickled to the floor before my bladder was dry. I had hoped it did not look like I did that last piss fully on purpose after already coming to a stop? But my pants were still dripping the whole time I don't think anyone was paying attention in that kind of way. What girl does THIS on purpose? No one really! But I had really pissed myself completely! My senses were coming back. Even though it was a restroom I knew what I was smelling was me! This smell was not there a moment ago. I defiantly stank. I was hoping I would not smile or look like I was enjoying it. But the fear kept me in check! I was thinking what next? Now I did push one last time and pooped myself a little more no one but myself would have been able to tell. But I did not have the time to keep at it! It seemed like I was done anyways but either way it was time to get out of there!

    Did I say anything? I can't remember? Probably not...... I took one last look around and everyone was looking at me. They said a couple things even to each other. But it was quiet. I made my way outside and as I walked I felt my mess squishing around in my pants. My eyes filled with tears as I got outside and moved past a lot of people! The hot sun and light hit my eyes. But the tears were from shame and enjoyment not the sun. For a bit I may have really been full on crying! To this day I'm not sure if I was crying for real or out enjoy and excitement. It was sexual bliss but at the same time the absolute worst moment in my life. I wanted to explode! I wanted to undo all of this. But it was already done. This woman here, ME choose her pants over the toilet and now I had to deal with the after mass no matter what would happen. I also knew that some of the fear or tears was the reality of it all sinking in as I came down from the main rush! Now I had to face everyone outside. But I told myself this is what I wanted? I did not feel like a full grown woman at that moment in time! Why did I choose to do this as an adult? We all know why! And I'm glad I was able to do it but it took a moment to realize I was glad. But I got a lot of looks from people of both sexes. And various ages. I was paying attention now. People were like Oh my god. And another voice did she pee herself? I don't know how easy it was to see the BM in my pants? Probably not to easy. But the wet pants was all too obvious. I did not hide it either. I thought about hold my hands or walking in a way to hide it. Or to use my purse to cover up! But I resisted that.

    But I proudly and quickly walked though the somewhat crowded area the quickest path back to my car! I could smell what I had done in my pants! Both the urine and feces. It turns me on... I started to really enjoy it more than be scared. The worst parts were over. But that made me a little sad as the best parts were also over. People were still looking in my direction even as I got to my car but I don't think anyone followed. But people around the parking lot noticed. Before I sat in my seat I looked over my shoulders both at the people and secretly down at my bum. The jeans were sagging & bulging and did appear a little brown. As I stood still the smell got worse. I totally smiled a little. I just got away with going potty in my pants! It was kind of too easy. But what did I expect to get arrested or stopped? No accidents happen? Just mine was not an accident and probably only I knew it. I got inside I sat down and all the shit spread everywhere it was a mess and I loved it. Even the overwhelming smell turned me on because it just reinforced the fact of what I did. Before I drove away I imagined what it would have been like to see me? Standing there and messing like that right in the open not even inside a stall. The nerve I had doing such an amazing thing just for fun. It would take a while to get the smell out of my car. Now I'm finished sharing this confession. If you were there and are reading this? You know it was now on purpose? The worst part is? Will I do it again? Can I give in to the temptation? Before I said that it was once in a lifetime. Rumors would spread if I kept doing it. But I can still do this a few more times. And not in the same city twice. And only a few more times in my life. I won't likely do it in front of that many people though. I'm embarrassed to this day. And I somewhat regret it. The mess I also left. But will I ever work up the nerve to do that again? I still don't know. If I can work up the nerve I will. I decided not long ago that I'm going to do it again if possible. But in a place where only a few people are around to see me. But even if it is only a few people next time. I will make sure that those few people who are around see the whole "Accident" next time as well.

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    Transsexual Male / 52

    Dear Santa
    I am wishing for my 36C tits to be a D cup. I am ok with both my ass and dick. When you come I will not only have sugar cookies with chocolate milk out for you but will also be nude for you. Feel free to give my ass a good fucking and would like to have your fat cock in my mouth before you stick it in.
    Yes I have been a very bad âgirlâ according to my dad and will be a bad "girl" for you too!!!
    Love
    Samantha

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    Straight Female / 32

    Yes, this is about money. I am an unsuccessful artist, painting, sculpture, I do a lot but sell very little. I am 32 and two years ago a friend of mine, another unsuccessful artist introduced me to this man that had a small house on the outskirts of town that I could rent cheap. The house is an old farm house, small living, dining, kitchen downstairs and two bedroom upstairs with a bathroom. The house has been refurbished so everything works including the heat and the a/c which you need in the summer down here. He was asking 500 hundred a month.

    After moving in I got to know the property and the old equipment shed behind the house was big enough for a workshop so with his permission and the help of some friends we cleaned out the shed, put a floor over the concrete, and again with his permission put a large window in and a skylight for natural light. The shed became a really nice workshop and it didn't cost that much and the labor was all friends. He liked what we did and reimbursed us for all the out of pocket expenses. Life was good, I even thought about getting a roommate to split the rent.

    But that is where things got difficult. He told me he preferred that I lived there alone, if I had a problem with the rent he would reduce it to 250 a month. He started to come out to see me, to check on the place, and he asked me to come over to him and be nice to him. I stood there for a quite a while and he repeated that I needed to be nice to him. He motioned to me to turn around, he told me to pull my pants up tight so he could see my ass crack, when I turned back around he asked that I pull my pants up tight so he could see my pussy crack. To let my tits out and to go over to him and get down on my knees in front of him and suck him. He wasn't talking in a loud voice, he was just business, get your tits out and come over and suck his dick.

    He really likes tits, he always wants to see my tits. He likes getting blow jobs and he likes to get on me from behind. He likes getting massages, full body massage with me naked. Like I said he likes tits, he wants me to rub his body with my tits, to put my tits on his face, to get on all fours and suck his dick so that my tits hang and bob around. He is a real tit man.

    One day he really fucked me hard. It was like he was mad or something and he fucked me real hard. He apologized and told me to come over and give him some tits to make him feel better. When he comes to see me I don't wear a bra and I usually wear a T shirt or something. He also likes to see my pussy through my panties so I wear pretty sheer panties for him. He used to just pop in but he doesn't like me on my period so now he has a schedule which always avoids my period.

    I admit that at the beginning I felt bad, embarrassed really because I let the money thing get into my head. I wont say I particularly like giving him blow jobs, I would rather he just fucked me, but he likes blow jobs so I do my best. I like posing for him, flaunting my tits for him, I have good tits I always have, I don't get his obsession with tight see through panties. I don't shave, he prefers a nicely trimmed crotch to a shaved one, he doesn't like the idea of fucking a little girl pussy.

    I don't pay rent or much of anything, he leaves me money and he gave me a credit card for emergencies. I work on my art and I use his credit card to buy supplies. I can have my friends over and I do but when his day is on the calendar I am always open for him, I don't make plans that day other than looking after him. Somedays he wants me to just massage him, rub my tits over him, and blow him. But some days I really need a hard fucking, when he does I release a lot of my pent up tension. I have come close to telling him I need it really hard, to tear me a new one but I hold off and wait for his urge to take over.

    I don't advertise that I am seeing him for sex, I just tell people I have a sweet deal on the rent. Right now it is one of those days where I could really use a good fucking but he is out of town and I won't see him until next week.

    #42517 — Comments (2) — Dec 7, 2018 at 8:49 AM — That's Juicy! (14) Remove This.
  • — Fetishes and Kinky Sex —
    Straight Female / 37

    Every Friday night I am a sex doll for my husband. I don't mean that I just do whatever he wants (though, yes I do) I mean that I dress in a white dress with no underwear, make myself up like I'm a doll. I just lie there and he positions me in whichever position he wants. I never talk, never change my blank expression. He positions me depending on what sex he wants at that time. Usually through the night I get his cum in my mouth and in my pussy and in my ass. I don't move, I don't react, don't even breathe hard. I act like I'm one of those silicone sex dolls, just a way for him to masturbate using the dolls holes. After he has cum in my mouth, it usually dribbles out and he wipes me up. The same goes when he cums inside my pussy, he cleans it out like he used to make me do to his silicone doll. Now he uses me and I love it. No reaction, no cum for me, but he gets what he wants, and he does my kinky thing on the next night. We are very happy doing this, after 3 years I have the make up and dress down perfectly. He squeezes my breasts (C cups) really hard, sucks on them, and brute force fucks me anyway he wants. I just lay there and never change expressions. Kinky yes, but he's never fucked around since he and I found each other.

    #42501 — Comments (1) — Dec 5, 2018 at 5:05 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 24

    For summers we sometimes went to Monterey Mexico to visit relatives. When I was fifteen I was left there for six weeks to practice my Spanish. One of my cousins, male, invited me to go with him and his friends, both male and females. We ended up at this house and there were drinks and stuff you snort and this big German Shepherd. One of the guys grabbed the dog and massaged his penis out and sucked it. He told this girl to suck it, she didn't much want to but she had to obey. This other girl did what she was told, all the girls had to suck the dog's penis, even me. I won't say we sucked it, it was more of putting the penis in your mouth and giving one suck and then the next girl took her turn.

    The owner of the house asked the girls who wanted to have the dog fuck her. There weren't any takers so the boys grabbed this one girl and laid her across the coffee table and held her down while the owner of the house ripped her panties off and got the dog to get up on top of her. One of the guys was in front of her putting his penis in her face and mouth and the dog was on her back humping her and the owner boy put the dog's penis in her vagina and the dog fucked her.

    The rest of the girls, including me, had to watch and we each had to lean over the coffee table while the dog put his snout up our crotch while a boy put his penis in our mouth. My cousin fucked me that night and I became his girlfriend. The whole thing was pretty dark and it happened several times and more than one girl got fucked by the dog. I never did because I begged my cousin to not let them, the most I got was having to let the dog lick me while I was laying on the coffee table and suck a boys dick.

    After I was back in California I was sitting watching the dog on the carpet in front of me. Our dog was a mixed breed but he had a large penis. I got down on the carpet beside him and massaged his penis out and sucked it. This time I sucked him for a long time but he didn't come. I sat on the couch and put his snout in my crotch and I had to hold his head but he didn't lick me

    When I went back to Monterrey for Christmas my cousin fucked me all around. He was pretty pent up and he was able to fuck me three times that afternoon. I asked him about his friends and because it was Christmas not everyone was there so I had to make do with my cousin. After Christmas we went to see his friend with the dog. I let the dog lick me and I asked if he could fuck me. I got on the coffee table like we had done at the party and I asked my cousin to hold me and let me suck his penis and his friend got the dog on me and I got fucked by the dog. There were only the three of us so the dog did it all and the boy who owned the dog let him knot me. When I got home I tried to get my dog to do it but he wouldn't so I gave up on him.

    This was when I was fifteen and sixteen. Afterwards I just never wanted to do it again. I had sex with my cousin, but not with the dog. I still look at dogs and see what they have and I do get turned on if they put their snout in my crotch, but I only do boys now. If I am alone I hold their penis sheath and get them to put their penis out but that is all, I don't suck anymore, I just like to hold their penis and look at it. Maybe one day I will want to suck a dog again, but I don't know. It was a kid thing.

    #42484 — Comments (2) — Dec 4, 2018 at 12:37 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Fetishes and Kinky Sex —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 29

    My wife Jen has not long gone upstairs to shower after a nearly two hours of the most intense sex we've been involved in. I say we, I actually mean Jen and the two men who spent most of their time fucking any of her three holes.
    I sat naked watching for the most part. Sometimes I'd join in, but only to encourage the men by licking and sucking on their large cocks, before, after and sometimes as they were inside of my wife. Jen's worn out literally, as we only get that frantic sexually once a month or so normally. Yet it's only twelve hours ago since one of the two men fucked her over and over again in my car as I drove them around. Something Jen has a fetish for.
    I'll never match her sexual appetite, so I share my wife with men who can help me keep her happy. Which in turn, given I get to suck cock, also keeps this boy happy too.

    #42474 — Comments (0) — Dec 3, 2018 at 11:49 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Fetishes and Kinky Sex —
    Transsexual Male / 54

    I've just discovered the delights of sweetening my coffee with pre-cum.

    Once the coffee has cooled enough, I dip my cock into it. Moving it around in the warmth and some slow manipulation generates the feeling of wanting to ejaculate. I prolong the process as long as I can for maximum pleasure. When I'm about to release, I submerge the end of my cock so it all goes into the liquid.

    I was reluctant to try it at first, but now I really enjoy drinking my own ejaculate in coffee every day.

    I'd love to hear from anyone else who enjoys doing this. My name is Ken Dixon, and I live in Deltona, Florida. You can reach me at [email protected]@@@g***l.**m

    #42462 — Comments (0) — Dec 2, 2018 at 7:13 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Fetishes and Kinky Sex —
    Straight Male / 53

    im sitting here in my wifes thong and jerking off im so horny someone help me

    #42449 — Comments (1) — Nov 30, 2018 at 9:04 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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