I just typed out my full confession of my lifelong uncontrollable desire to get fucked by a sexy big ass thick bbw ebony woman. I have fantasized about it for my entire life. No BS I’m a good looking tall successful dude married to sexy ass woman love of my life for for 17 years. Married at 20. However the older I get the more I cannot shake my raging desire to have a big sexy confident black woman just fucking use me and fuck me down, sit that big black sweet pussy and ass in my face. To feel her big thick beautiful ass cheeks wrapping around my head Will she sucks my cock and moans like that’s what she’s always wanted.  I’m sure there’s will be plenty of trolling bs comments but fuck you guys because if your on this site you ain’t gotta fucking thing to judge not a damn person. 

My daughter came over yesterday afternoon and brought her boyfriend Jamel along. He's a big Dallas Cowboys fan. 

We sat down and watched the Dallas and lions game.  I told him I had money on the Lions. He laughed and said I was going to lose the bet.

My wife and daughter said they were going into a Walmart to do some shopping. 

I grabbed a couple rum and cokes for Jamel and I. After a couple and with the Lions already in the lead, Jamel said any time the Lions scored I could suck his cock

I asked if he was serious and he just smiled. The next possession the Lions got a touchdown  True to his world he pulled his sweat pants down and pulled out his thick black cock. 

I leaned over took that fat cock in my hands and then slid my mouth over him. He grabbed my head and started to thrust upward. He called me his "daddy faggot" and told me milk him dry.  I did gladly, gulping his huge load greedily.

As the game went on and Lions kept scoring, he simply left his sweat pants off, stroking his cock in anticipation for the next score. I ended up on my knees between his legs most of the time. 

He loved talking dirty to me, telling me that Ann (my wife) and Beth (my daughter) should be here to watch the game with us. He also told me that he was going to tell Beth all about our afternoon. I begged him not to, and finally agreed if he could fuck my tight ass. 

I agreed and grabbed some lube. I coated his big cocktail than bent over the coffee table. He took his time easing it into me. Luckily all the practice I give my ass with my wife's dildo has prepared me for him. Once in me I begged for him to ram me full. 

Even after all the blowjobs I'd given him he was up for a good ducking. Damn my daughter is lucky! Only the sound of my wife driving up the drive and my begging for his load brought the fucking to an end. 

His cock pulled free from my ass just in time for me to grab the lube, my shorts and run upstairs to the bathroom as the garage door opened for my wife's car.

Later that night I got a text from my daughter saying how it meant so much to her that I spent time with her boyfriend. I texted back that they can come over next weekend to watch the Cowboys again and that she and her mom and do more shopping. 

I can't wait to get that fat cock back inside me!

The room was a bit crowded at Whorefest 2024, it was mostly middle aged men lusting after younger women, but there were a few women in the crowd too. I made my way to an empty chair as a young woman stood on stage, completely naked only for the purple thigh high ‘fuck me boots she wore, I gawked at her sexy exposed perky breasts. She spoke with enthusiasm and pride, walking from the left of the stage to the right and engaging with the audience.

“It’s not about how you look, it’s about how you make me feel when you touch me. I don’t give a fuck if you’re fat, ugly, old, or whatever stereotype society has given you. You can be an old man, or even a mid-twenties businessman, or hell even a middle aged woman – I simply don’t give a fuck. We meet for pleasure, your pleasure! And my job is to satisfy your needs. I’m that slut your mom warned you about, I’m not a dinner date, I am dinner.”

Some of the audience clapped, a man next to me grunted in approval. She continued on.
“Now I know what some of you might be saying, that we’re all about using condoms and safe sex – and for a lot of people that is a really big turn off… lots of people like it raw, no barriers – and that’s why I’ve come up with various tiers on my regulars list. If you can prove to me that you’re clean, and you don’t have any diseases, you won’t have to use a condom. Hell, I’ll even let you empty your nuts inside me,” she laughs and shakes her head, “hell that’s kind of a fetish of mine. I love creampies. Of course there are requirements, I’ll definitely follow up with your doctor’s office and make sure everything is legit. Once I know, you’re in. Literally in.”
She points to her pussy, which has a tuff of dark pubic hair.

“Now you’re probably asking yourself, fuck how much is that going to cost? Bareback creampies should be affordable to everyone – so I charge a lower rate for that than most of the providers here. My prices are non-negotiable, they’re locked in for a reason – trying to barter will get you removed from my fuck list, even if you are a regular of mine.”

A few people in the crowd clapped lazily. She was trying hard to win them over.
“The raffle will begin in a few minutes, and I hope all of you get who you desire!”
I uttered, “Raffle?”

The man next to me heard me and explained, “Yeah we all got raffle tickets when we came in, check your gift bag bro.”

I thanked him and looked inside, condoms, a few weird pencils and a raffle ticket. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to listen to the lady on stage.
“Have a great rest of the evening, and fuck you later!” She blew a kiss to the audience and walked off stage, her little tits jiggling with each step.

A woman got up from the crowd, barreling towards her waving her hands, “Lucia! Lucia! Here’s my number call me!”

The woman handed her a piece of paper and Lucia smirked and winked at her, nodding in agreement.
The last speaker was an older woman, she was very reserved and had a smoker’s voice. The guy next to me was very excited as she spoke about her sexual exploits.
“I’ve always dreamed of fucking Mistress Sheila, she’s a 60 year old goddess,” he said to me blushing.

I didn’t say anything, she was a bit too old for me.
She finished talking and they started calling the raffle tickets, they called my number for Mistress Sheila, and I turned to the guy next to me, handing him the ticket, “hey you won!”
His eyes lit up as he looked at my ticket, “are you sure? Holy shit!”
Grabbed the ticket and put it up in the air, “I won!!” I patted him on the back.
He handed me his ticket, “here, I hope you get someone good if you win!”
The raffle seemed to go on forever, and there were only two ladies left, one of them was Lucia.
They called my numbers for the raffle, I won a night with Lucia. I was told to walk over to her booth to make arrangements to meet her, and I did.

Her booth was small, it had black curtains around it that I moved aside and stepped in, two security guards were just outside of the curtained booth. I saw a single chair and sat down. Lucia walked in and sat behind a desk, she was now fully clothed. She smiled at me and looked a bit nervous.
“Hi, I’m Mike,” I said nervously.

“I’m Lucia, it’s nice to meet you Mike. So you won a night with me huh?”
I smiled a bit, “I did…”

“Let’s get to know each other,” Lucia said as she picked up a pen and slide a notebook closer to her, she began writing.

It seemed like a job interview, she asked me what I did for a living, about politics, about religion, and then about my sexual preferences.

I was very forthcoming about all of the information she asked me about.
“Favorite sexual position?”

“I like it when the woman is on top so I can view her better, and touch her breasts and look into her eyes too…”

“Ah, standard cowgirl, gotcha… ok,” she penned it down.

“Any fetishes?” she asked, her eyes locking onto mine.

“Um…” I felt really nervous, “I- like…”

“You don’t need to be shy with me, Mike. I’m here for you, ok?”

I nodded, “I like the same fetish you do, cumming inside… creampies. It’s the only type of porn I like to watch – seeing a pussy filled up with cum to me is so fucking beautiful and perfect… but I know I don’t have my medical records with me, and I know that won’t happen…” I trailed off.

“Yes, creampies… feeling that pulsating dick and the rush of hot sperm pumping deep in me, there’s nothing like it… so I understand, but yes we will be wearing protection, ok? You can cum inside of me with a condom on.”

I nodded, “I totally understand, and I feel the same way about it.”

“How old are you, Mike?”

“I’m 52 years old, getting older, how old are you?” I asked.
She smirked a little, “I just turned 22, you dirty old man. Oh don’t worry, I like older men – with your peppery hair and refined look. Hell, I’d probably hit on you if I saw you at a bar.”

Lucia took out a business card and wrote on the back of it, “Meet me here at 8:00 tonight. I’ll take you out to eat – my treat, and then we’ll head back to my hotel and have some fun.”

I took the card and saw the address she wanted me to meet her at, she put a heart around it.
I went back home and cleaned up, took a nice warm shower and made sure I was ready for action. I opened up my bottle of Cialis and took one, then thought about wanting to be ultra hard for her so I took another pill and broke it in half and took it too.

Lucia had a limo pick me up at my hotel, when I opened the door I didn’t expect her to be inside, but she was. I was greeted with a hug and a kiss, “Mike! This is going to be so much fun!!”

We had a great dinner and a great conversation. I asked her if there were any other rules I needed to know, like if kissing was allowed. She was very open and kind, it really did seem like we were on a date getting to know each other.

“A lot of providers don’t allow kissing, but to me – that’s the spark. A lot of them don’t like it because it’s too intimate and they’ll get feelings for their clients, but that’s exactly what I want. I want to have feelings – I don’t want to be dead inside about the people I’m fucking.”

I was stunned by how mature she was, and even wondered how the hell she could afford such a luxurious restaurant.

“You must have a lot of clients to afford eating here… it’s easily $250 a plate…” I said, trying not to be offensive.

“I actually am pretty new to the whole scene, just been in it for 4 months. Thing about me is, this isn’t a job it’s a hobby. I don’t even have to work, my family is rich as hell. Perhaps this is my act of rebellion, but it’s a rebellion that is fun!” She laughed and took a sip of wine, “let’s go back to my room Mike….”

The limousine drove Lucia and I to her hotel, she had a very fancy p********ial suite. I watched her walk over to her bed, and let her short black leather skirt fall to the floor, and then she pulled her top off over her head. She sat on the bed and spread her legs.

“Are you afraid?” She said grinning, sliding a slender finger down her clitoris and into her pussy. My cock jumped, as if to say “what the fuck are you doing dude, get in there!”

I pulled my clothing off as quickly as I could, stumbling to the bed as Lucia kept using her finger to play with herself. My cock throbbed, so my hand instinctively gripped onto it and I started stroking to her.

“ohhh no, you bad boy, you’re not getting off that easy!” she leaned over and put the finger she was playing with herself inside my mouth. I felt her soft warm hand clasp on to my cock and start tugging it gently. Her mouth met mine, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth – we both moaned in pleasure.

Lucia pushed me down onto the bed and she started kissing my nipples, then my belly all the way down to my cock. I felt her wet warm mouth take all of me inside her. Her soft hands gripped my waist as her head bobbed up and down frantically. She came up for air, licking the tip of my dick, playing with the precum.

“Fuck you’re hard, such a nice dick!” she started tugging on it and sucking it at the same time, looking up at me, making eye contact – I was hooked. This woman was amazing. I stopped her, and pushed her down on the bed, spreading her legs open wide. I licked her erect nipples, and made my way down to her navel – she giggled as my tongue tickled her. I pushed her legs back more and my face dove into her sweet glistening pussy, my tongue lapping at her clit, and occasionally diving into her cunt hole. She smelled and tasted great, she was sweet, like honey.

Her body began to convulse, and she screamed out “FUCK!!! MIKE HOLY FUCK!”

Lucia nearly passed out, so I stopped licking her and cuddled into her as she recovered.
“Holy fuck, who are you?” she asked groggily.

I just chuckled. I felt her hand on my chest as she rested her head on my arm. I kissed her forehead and just relaxed. She began to stroke my cock softly, our lips met again, and she climbed on top of me. I felt her tight little dripping pussy slowly swallow my cock.

“Oh shit, the condom?” I said as she looked deep into my soul.
“Fuck the condom,” Her mouth was on mine as she started riding me, her small tits jiggling on my chest.

I could feel her energy, so sexual, so young, so loving, it was tantric. She moaned as my cock pushed deeper inside of her, I could feel her pussy muscles milking my cock as she slid it in and out of her.
“You feel so perfect,” I said, panting cupping her little tits in the palms of my hands.
“So do you…” she moaned, her eyes fluttering as she quickened the pace of her thrusts.
I pushed upwards with each thrust to go deeper, she was so tight I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t. I grabbed on to her waist, then her ass and I felt my cock start to throb, the warmth of my cum sprayed deep inside of her, the ejaculations pushing the limits of my consciousness, I held her tightly as she drained every single drop. She collapsed on top of me and we both fell asleep.
We woke up in the morning and kissed, had coffee and ended up spending the day together. She didn’t want me to leave, and I didn’t want to leave either…. So I don’t know where this is going to take either of us, but it’s definitely going to be one hell of a ride.

*Yes, this story is fiction. Parts of it were taken from my own personal life – but no, I never met a woman at a place called WhoreFest lol. I hope everyone enjoyed the read. Peace!

I went to a party with my homie and Alexa stayed home to drink wit her friends I ended up getting trashed. When I got home Alexa’s friends were at the pool and Alexa was passed out drunk on the couch. I immediately got existed and started to get hard because I know by the way she was laying that she was blacked out I always raped her when she gets blacked out drunk. I walked up to her rubbing my cock thinking of all the Fun I’m going to have with her Lifeless body. When back and locked the door so no one would walk in while I took advantage of my ex girlfriend. I went back to her she was wearing jeans and a jacket with only a bra under it. I unzipped her jacket to expose her saggy pale tits she had perfect pink nipples that I loved to suck on so I ripped her bra off and started to play with her nipples I was sucking on them and she didn’t even budge I knew I didn’t have to be gentle and if she did wake up she wouldn’t remember I knew it was going to be a good night. While I was sucking on her nipples I went back and forth to sticking my tongue in her mouth as far as I can at the same time I was forcing my hand down her pants to finger her pussy I was hard a rock at this point and whipped my throbbing pipe out and smacked it on her face and rubbed it on her titties I then forced her mouth open and put my dick into he sleeping slutty mouth her mouth was so warm I poked my dick into the side of her cheek hard she kinda flinched as my cock popes out of her mouth I then took off her pants just so she was naked I wanted to eat her ass and fuck the shit out of her right then and there but why rush I had all night to rape her so I decided to have fun so I picked her up and threw her on my shoulder. While I was walking her to the bed room where I would violet her entire body I was fingering her pussy and ass and I spanked her ass hard repeatedly. She still didn’t budge. I threw her on the bed like a rag doll. When she hit the bed her titties bounced around so nicely I had to do it a again so picked her lifeless drunk naked body up and threw her on the bed this time I threw her high as I could. When she hit the bed this time she landed on her stomach and her face smashed into the bed. Her nice round pale ass bounced around so much her ass cheeks spread apart and jiggled I couldn’t resist I dove face first into her ass sniffing her butthole it smelled so good I could feel the precum dripping from my cock protruding our from the top of my joggers I started to lick her tiny virgin butthole aggressively trying to force my tongue into her light brown asshole I then spit on her tight virgin back door and forced 2 fingers into her ass all the way to the knuckle she clenched her as and tried to roll over but I held her in place I knew that would hurt her with my my fingers still in her rectum I used my other hand and shoved 3 fingers into her pussy. She had a gorgeous pussy and it always tasted so good but her vagina was lose that is why I rape her up the butt every chance I get. I then wanted to stick my cock back in her mouth cuz she had big soft lips that I loved wrapped around my shaft so moved her body around to where she was on her back and her head was slightly hanging off the bed and this caused her mouth to open from the angle her neck was. I stroked my cock and wiped the precum from the tip of my dick and rubbed it on her lips then I made out with her sticking my tongue in her mouth all over and far in as my long tongue would go after getting carried away with that for a couple minutes I took off my pants and stood over her open mouth and jerked my thick cock with Excitement while I jacked off I put my ass in her face for shits and giggles then thought to my self enough games time to choke this bitch with my cock I squatted down and with out any mercy tamed my cock into the back of her mouth she choked and gaged and started to squirm so I laid on top of her with my dick still at the back of her throat hold my pipe in place I held her down and locked and fingered her pussy and ass hole and states to face fuck Alexa’s mouth I could feel her throat opening little by little as I forcefully face fucked her I stood up and gave her a brake but only for a second then cranes my cock in her open mouth once again this time with more force with one thrust I pushed hard and laid on her again it was such a hard thrust my cock didn’t stop at the back of her throat the tip of my dick forced her esophagus open and every inch of me was inside her mouth she taught harder this time but my weight and straight over powers her week drunk body I began to thrust in and out of her mouth forcing her throat open every time Alexa gage and choked fought but that only made me start to face fuck her harder and fast before I knew it I was pounder my thick cock against the back of her throat and she was trying so hard to get me off her and to stop my dick from pounding her throat she started to bite so I bit her pussy and crammed it back in her mouth holding it there once more this time I was eating her pussy and boring it hard she tried to scream and yell but my thick cock took up every inch of her mouth she fought for a bit and I felt her start to go limp and heard Gargling sounds coming from Alexa’s cock filled mouth she then felt limp and I gave her face 3 very hard thrust then I got up and slapped her awake she opens her eyes looked at me and said that fuckn hurt and rolled over she was still blacked out I knew she would not remember that at all other then the pain she will feel tomorrow. I rolled her onto her to match and she made umf sound. I lifted her by the waist and shoved her knees under her body putting her in a doggy position she groaned a little I immediately went to town on her ass and pussy with my tongue I favored her tiny asshole and shoved my fingers into her loose pussy. Her little butthole was open a little bit cuz her ass was in the air I actually managed to get my tongue nice and deep in her ass I was having so much fun I blew air into her butthole making her fart I got a kick out of making her fart with my mouth. I was still hard as a rock so I spit on the tip of my rod and pressed it against her already spit soaked sphincter. I then tamed it in her ass forcing every inch of my thick cock into her virgin ass. It was a hard thrust making her scream and she jumped up and held her ass I could see tears coming from her eyes it just fueled my desire to hurt her lady parts with my peace. I didn’t waist any time I put her in the same position and she let out a quiet “no” “stop” I paid no attention and lubed my dick up again and lined it up with her butthole I then thrusted even harder throwing my body weight into it forcing her to stay in place she screamed again and cried out loudly get your dick out of my ass Alex it your dick is to big I kept my weight on her with my dick balls deep in side of her shitter I could feel her trying to push my dick out with the inside of her ass she gave up fighting and just cried and muttered stop I started to back my dick out of her ass I could feel her ass tightening up like it didn’t want me to pull out so I rammed it back in hard she was crying louder and still trying to get me off of her but I just kept raping her up the buttthole I fucked her ass harder and fast for a couple minutes I finally am in Alexa’s asshole I thought to myself it brought a smile to my face I just kept pushing her shit in I pulled put Alexa’s white naked body in another position but when I pulled out her bowels let lose and shit all over I was actually turned on by the fact my cock made her lose control of her bowels. She was still in the same position so I went right back to her raised white ass I Noticed my dick had her shit on it I didn’t care so I James it in her pussy she flinched a little I started to fuck the shit out of her lose pussy with my shit covered dick she moaned quietly I then pulled out of her cunt and shove it back up her but she jumped more when it was in her asshole I pulled out of her ass and went back and forth from pussy to ass I pumped my meat in her ass balls deep one more time then ripped my dick out she yelped in pain I pushed her over on her side and grabbed her legs and pulled half of her body off the bed so her knees were on the floor and he body laid out on the bed I spread her legs apart she tried to crawl back on the bed and told me to stop I held her in place and ate her sore asshole and shoved my fingers in her ass again this time hard and I finger fucker her red rectum hard and fast as I could she was moaning in pain but I was going so hard and fast her moan was choppy she kicked me in my chest and said stop fucking touching my ass you peace of shit it fucking hurts I told her shut the fuck up Alexa I’m going to abuse all over your slutty holes all night tell you can’t shit right for weeks she then mutters fuck up Alex I laughed and grabbed her by her hair and stuck my tongue in her mouth she actually used her tongue to play with mine. I shoved her head into the bed and grabbed her by her ankles and yanked her back to her knees on the side of the bed I slapped her ass and told her I’m going to fuck you up the butt hard and fast tell your I tare your insides apart she looks at me fast with a angry look on her face and said you fuckn better not rape me again Alex I laughed and said to bad bitch then rammed my hard dick into her ass dry ripping her sphincter she sat up and screamed very loud and yells what the fuck take it out take it out Alex you ripped my butt it hurts I just grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled it hard as fuck and told her shut up bitch take my cock in your ass I’m going to break your butthole as I began to go deep into her unexperienced anus she was crying and tears were running down her face as I crammed my thick dick in and out of her. I was watching her my dick separate her butt cheeks I started to go harder and harder tell I was fucking her so hard the bed was sliding across the room she was still in tears but to drunk to make me stop I asked her if it felt good she cried nnnnooooooo please Alex stop I don’t like anal I raped Alexa in her tight virgin asshole for 5 hours she tried to fight but she was so drunk she couldn’t so I took advantage of her white ass her ass is to tight it feels like her rectum was sucking the cum straight from my nut sack I shoves my 6 inch thick crack balls deep the first go she groans but I didn’t care I told her to shut the fuck up and take my cock on your ass as I shoved my rock solid throbbing cock in her ass with one push I felt the tip of my fat cock pop threw her as and she jumped and tried to push me off but I just shoved my dick in farther pining her against the bed. I pushed her head down hard into the bed muffling her cry’s and started fucking her hard and fast as I could she was clenching her ass cheeks but it only made me more aroused as I feel her pained virgin asshole squeezing my cock tight I crept going not changing the pace I can feel my nuts slapping her pussy slap slap slap I reached around to play with her perfect pussy and continued pounding her ass she cried and moaned her body didn’t know what to feel her pussy was dripping wet from me rubbing her clit and fingering her loose pussy but your ass was ripping from my constant pounding I looked down at my cock plowing between her ass cheeks and grabbed a cheek wit my hand and spear it as far as I could to see he tight little sphincter tightly hugging to my fat cock I was still fucking her hard and deep pulling my cock out just far enough to see the tip of my dick and I rammed it back in hard and fast tell I felt my cock come to a hard stop. With every hard painful thrust she grunted ugh ugh ugh see begged me to stop with tears running down her face. It only made me fuck her harder and made my cock even harder! I was still playing with her pussy While my man good was Buried deep in her ass she got quiet so I went fast and plays with her pussy faster she then let a little gasp out as she screamed IM COMING IM COMING OH FUCK AHHHH FUCK I laughed to my self and said that’s right you dumb bitch take my cock. She started to squirt all over my hand and her body shook and twitched uncontrollably. I still didn’t let up. Still raking every inch of me into her rectum she screamed again OH FUCK IM STILL COMING OH MY GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK she let out a couple grunts rggghhh uugghh ehhhg As she still squirted pussy juice all over her legs and my hand tell her body finally went limp I slowed down but still long stroking that ass she wines stop please your hurting me Alex your ripping my ass. You always rape me when I drink Alex please stop. I then said fuck you bitch shut up as I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back to see the tears run down her face. She looked at me with such agony and said please Alex stop I’ll suck your dick I said once again shut the fuck up bitch and pulled my rock hard dick out of her ass. Her asshole was gaped wide open and red and already bruising I slapped her ass extremely hard the clapp echoed threw the apartment. She then began to say thank you for stopping but before she could finish I thrusted my hips hard as I could forcing my cock back into her broken ass. She jumped and screamed STOP you FUCKN PEACE OF SHIT THIS IS RAPE ! I told her I didn’t fuckn care she deserves it she was crying loudly I know the neighbor heard her cry’s for help but I didn’t care. I’m going to get mine. I then pulled my cock out so fast that she shit all over the floor and pissed herself I laughed and pocked her up and threw her on the corner of the bed with her knees still on the floor and body still on the bed as I put the tip up to her ass hole I could see she was trying to clench it shut but I fucken destroyed her ass so bad it would open right back up right before I buried my self back into her busted anus she jumped up and crawled away the best she could her ass what’s still wide open red from the ass pounding I gave her I let her think it was over she cried to her self hold her ass in Pain I walked around the bed to where her face was. My cock was harder then it has ever been before that it actually gained a inch. I grabbed Alexa by her hair and yanked her head back she yelled in pain with a wide open mouth. Without hesitation I shoved my cock in her mouth so hard my cock came to a hard stop from the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat she gagged and choke white my cock in her mouth and tried with all her strength to pull her head back removing my now 7 inch peace from the back of her throat but I had a a good grip of her hair and forcefully crammed the last 3 inches in her mouth and down her throat tell every inch of me disappeared in her mouth. I held her head there for a bit she looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes running with tears. Then the look of panic came over her face as she was not able to breath I just laughed and held tight to her head keeping my pipe in her mouth. I then felt her body start to go limp and her eyes started to roll back and I thought to my self you could be the bitch who died choking on a dick. I finally ripped myself outa her throat and she gasped with a huge breath and coughed hard crying even harder now she looked at me with her make up running down her face and asked me why am I doing this to her I sat down next to her and said in a sweet voice because I hate you silly girl. I still had a ragging boner I looked at her naked body and graves that bitch and payed her flat on her stomach I stood over her beaten ass and admired how sexy she actually was. Then I dropped to me knees and plunged my cock back into her ass and fucked her destroyed asshole for 3 hours while she still cried and wined in pain tell I finally started to feel my cock starting to pulsate and my nuts tighten up I groaned as I filled the end of her rectum with my hot cum. I felt my dick squirt 6 hard loads deep in her ass. She then said sobbing thank you god.. I ripped my cock out fast and she cried loudly reaching for her sore ass. Her ass was dripping so much come I was surprised. Alexa said to me you raped me again Alex… AGAIN… As she touched her ass hole and looked at her fingers seeing the shit and blood mixed come she counted to cry. She tried to get up and fell to the floor I just stood there as she struggled to even move she was on her knees with her head in her hands on the floor and her ass was high in the air. I then became hard as fuck again and walked up to her and pushed the tip of my dick into her ass slowly tell I was once again balls deep as my cock slowly reopens her torn butthole she cried with a long aaaaahhhhhggggggg and she was fighting me again but I kept my dick buried in her asshole as she stood up I was still holding me self inside of Alexa and armed her body agents the wall with one arm I put my arm around her neck and began to choke her tightly and slowly slide my cock in and out of her body she started to scratch at my arm and gasp for air she said with very little breath I’m going to pass out. I could feel her legs starting to buckle and her scratching at my arm got slower and softer. Squeezed tight around her fragile neck and held just the tip of my dick inside of her ass as her body went limp her ass cheeks unclenched and her body slowly slid down the wall and forcing my pipe in her rectum at the same time I laid her on the bed and mounted her ass again I wasn’t done with her yet. While she lied there limp I rolled her on her back and forcefully shoved my hole hand in to her pussy while my still hard cock was slowly sliding in and out of her ass. My fist popped into her pussy so forcefully that she sprang back to life and screamed bloody murder I fallowed her with my fist still in her pussy as she scrambled to get away. My hole hand was so snug in her pussy that I didn’t even have to try hard to keep it in her ripped pussy.. She continued to scream in pain and caught so hard I could see her busted butthole flexed closed so tight I pulled my had from her pussy not trying to take her inside with it. Alexa went limp from the relief of pain I rolled her to her side and still fucked her up the butt. I raped her violently for 6 more hours the sun was up and I was so tired but still thrusted my self into her come filled butthole.. Finally I stopped out because I was so tired when I woke up the room reeked of shit piss and pussy juice I looked over and she wasn’t there. There was a shitty blood stain from her asshole where she was laying I got up and looked for her and she was in the shower. I went in there and ripped open the shower drapes and yelled what’s up slut she looked up at me from the floor of the shower. And said I fuckn hate you. I chuckled and said you look like you been rapped in the ass all night I laughed hard she then said you raped me again Alex my asshole hurts so bad ass she started to cry holding her ruined ass. I climbed in the shower with her and said shit up pussy I’m going to rape you for the rest of your life.. She cried still I then grabbed her head forcing it into my limp dick and saggy nuts tell I got hard she wasn’t even fighting she knew she couldn’t when I was hard she willingly opens her mouth and looked up at me with her tongue out so I put my dick in her open mouth and she began to suck my dick really good I was enjoying it a lot then she said Firmly next time you get really drunk I’m going to rape you up the ass and see how you like it.. Threw out the day she was in more and more pain and cried when she went to the bath room and Whimpered when she sat down no matter how slow she did it her ass was so messed up from me raping her ass mercilessly fucking up her insides. It turned me on thinking bout the pain she was feeling at that moment I had to beat off Several times or I would of raped her again while she was sober.. As the day went on she thought more about it and got more mad at me with every minute because I have raped up the butt many times threw out the years.. She ended up making a case agents me because I raped her but she lost the case and when she gets drunk I break into her house and rape her all the time I can’t get enough of her ass I only want to rape and rip her ass.

All characters in the story are 18+

Cheryl is a 31-year-old white woman who has been dating her white boyfriend Mike for 5 years. She is 5'7", slim, toned, 125 lbs gym body, blond and blue with pale skin and perky 34B breasts. Cheryl is a hipster type of woman that is well groomed as is the style of the day.

In her youth she was a rebellious punk rocker chick resulting in her being well tattooed, starting around age 18 she got the tattoo bug and now displays a tattoo of a fox on her right forearm, flowers on her right shoulder, the entire right side of her body has a tattoo of a pin-up girl, a bird in a cage on her back, a cute little snail on her lower waist, and her favorite tattoo is a skull on the top of her right foot. She had always been a tomboy growing up and throughout her life.

Her boyfriend Mike, 35, is short and average in about every other way, he is a doctor, a wealthy doctor but he is not worldly making him gullible and naive which is something that Cheryl’s narcissistic side takes advantage of now and then. She has lied to him about stuff like how many guys she’s slept with in her life, and she has cheated on him a few times over the years.

One day she and Mike got into a fight before she went to work. Her co-worker John always flirted with her, and that night Cheryl told John that she didn’t care about Mike or their relationship anymore. That night after work, Cheryl followed John into his car and flirted with him until, with a smirk on her face, she leaned down in his seat and took his cock out of his pants. She sucked on John’s big cock for an hour, hearing her phone buzzing the whole time, knowing it was Mike trying to call her. She didn’t care at all and sucked that big hard cock until John put his hand on her head, and held her mouth down on him while he blew his entire load into her mouth. He felt how she kept sucking his dick while he was nutting, and she swallowed all his cum and ate it. When he was finished, she just sat up, wiped some cum off her lips, and looked at her phone.

She texted her boyfriend, “Hey! Stuck in traffic. Be home in a bit!”

John looked at Cheryl and said, “Why are you still with that guy?”

Cheryl said, “Because he’s got money! And because he’s dumb and won’t even realize when I go home that I just ate some other guy's cum tonight”

She went back to Mike’s apartment and just watched tv with him like nothing happened. He never found out about it.

Another time she cheated on Mike was when she was pissed off at him, and she wanted to mess around with John again after work. In the back of his car in the dark parking lot, Cheryl found out about John’s ass fetish. He told her exactly what he wanted to do to her, and she did it submissively and loved it. John had her in the backseat with her pants pulled down around her ankles and had her face down and ass up. He got behind her, spread her perky tight ass cheeks, and went down and licked her entire ass crack with his tongue. He loved the musky scent of her sweaty asshole as he pressed his nose on her puckered-up butthole and sniffed it so hard as he was jerking off his cock. This sexual attention and felt like such a dirty girl. She pressed her ass back on John’s face because she knew he liked it. That cheating episode with John ended with him licking her ass until he jacked onto her butthole. Cheryl knew all she had to do was pull her panties back up her legs, and Mike would never even find out what she did that night.

The biggest lie that Cheryl told Mike is how she doesn’t want to have any, the truth is, just not with him. It has been a big fight between the couple in the past year. Mike really wants to have a child and start a family with Cheryl but she always made excuses.

Cheryl’s boyfriends and hookups in her life have only ever been white guys. She likes to be very submissive during sex and has let many guys use her hard in the past. Right after she turned 18, she went to a college party with her friend. She got really *****, and this older guy at the party took her upstairs with him. She remembers losing her anal virginity that night as he fucked her in the ass. Then he laid her on her back, and she let him pull her head off the side of the bed, and fuck her mouth until he blew his load down her throat. But she is very turned on by race play fantasies that she keeps a secret to herself. When Mikes gone on trips for work, she will watch BLACKED RAW videos and masturbate. It brings out that rebellious girl in her, where she feels like it’s naughty, bad, and so risky to fuck a black guy like that. Just thinking about it when she masturbates turns her on, and she gets a sexual rush through her body thinking about having unprotected sex with a big black cock.

Cheryl was able to get a substitute teacher job for the very last day of the year at the local high school. One of the teachers was sick, so they called Cheryl and asked her to come in. She’s never done it before but was super excited to try it. That same Friday, Mike was leaving for a business trip, and was going to be gone for a few days. He was going to drop Cheryl off at the school in the morning, so he could go in and introduce himself and say hi to some of the teachers. Their apartment was right next to the school, so Cheryl could just walk home at the end of the day.

She wanted to look cute, but not too sexy at her job. She wore black skinny jeans that were tight on her long legs, and wrapped around her firm plump ass cheeks, showing off her big thigh gap between her legs. A white button up shirt to look professional, and black open toed high heels. Cheryl has always loved getting attention from men, and loves when guys stare at her feet when she wears her high heel shoes. That’s why she got her foot tattoo, to bring more attention to her feet.

Cheryl and Mike go into the school in the morning and introduce themselves to some of the other teachers they see. All the teachers love Cheryl, saying how she’s so pretty and sweet, and they say how Cheryl and Mike make such a cute couple.

Mike is about to leave for his trip and he says, “Bye babe. I love you! I’ll call you tonight.”

Cheryl is standing by the front door of the school, just staring down at her phone, not even caring what he says to her. She says, “Yeah I have to go.”

Cheryl arrives in her class that she’s about to teach. It’s the last day so she’s only going to make the students watch a video. The bell rings and the students come in and sit down and they see this young looking, tatted up white girl writing her name on the board.

Cheryl says, “Hello class. I kind of have a weird last name, so you can just call me Ms. D. Your teacher’s sick today so I’m the substitute, but don’t worry, you’re just watching a video!”

Trey is 18 years old, a senior, and the tallest black guy on the basketball team. Even though he’s 18, he looks older than that because of his well built body. He walks in the room and can’t believe how sexy this sub is. He is about 6’3, muscular with a toned body, and has a cock bigger than most porn stars. When his penis is soft, it hangs down 10 inches between his legs, always swinging and showing through when he wears basketball shorts or thin sweatpants. But when he’s horny and his cock gets fully erect, it's 11 inches, thick, veiny, slightly curved up, a fat mushroom tip head at the end, and a big hanging ball sack. He looks Cheryl up and down and checks her out. That sexy face, skinny tone body, that wide thigh gap showing between her legs, and those big sexy white feet in her high heels. He sees how she’s all tatted up, and it gives him the impression that she’s a bad girl and likes a little bit of pain.

He leans over to his friend next to him and says, “God damn….I wanna fuck that chick so bad bro. She looks like she’s 20 too. How the hell is she a teacher?”

His buddy Jamal, who is a 18 year old senior also, says back, “Bro I know. Young, pretty pale white girl. God damn. Ask her how old she is, I dare you.”

When Cheryl’s done giving her introduction, she asks if there’s any questions. She sees one of the black boys in the back of the class raise his hand.

She says, “I’m sorry, I don’t know any of you. What’s your name, and what’s your question?”

Trey says, “Hey Ms. D, my name's Trey. I was just wondering how old you are…”

The class laughs because it’s obvious to everyone Trey’s flirting with the new substitute. Cheryl couldn’t help but check out Trey when he stood up. He was so tall with a sexy muscular body for a boy in high school. She can tell how Trey’s staring at her that he likes her. She smiles and likes the attention, making her feel sexy in front of the whole class.

Cheryl says, “Well Trey, I am 31. I don’t feel that old, but I am”

The video starts and Trey and Jamal text on their phones back and forth during class.

Trey texts, “Damn she looks like she’s fucking 20 or something bro”

Jamal texts back later, “Bro…her numbers posted in a contact list on the school’s website.”

He texts Trey her name and the cell number that’s listed on the site. Trey quickly searches her name on Instagram and finds her open profile. He looks through all of Cheryl’s photos in the back of the class, while she’s at the teacher’s desk watching the video.

He can tell she’s a little attention ***** by the photos she posts. Tons of seductive, sexy looking selfies, and he finds a pic of her in her bathing suit, and sees even more tattoos on her body, including the full side tattoo of the pin up girl on Cheryl’s right side.

Trey texts Jamal the pic and says, “Bro, I wanna fuck this bitch so bad. Look at this shit….Tonight I’m gonna text her cell and send a video of my dick. I wanna see what she says.”

Jamal texts back, “FUCKING DO IT! haha. Do you know if she has a boyfriend?”

Trey texts, “Yeah there’s a few recent pics of her with some white guy. How much do you wanna bet though that this chick is a slut?”

The class was over and the bell rings. As Trey is getting up to walk out of the class, he’s checking out Cheryl the whole time.

He walks up to her and says, “Hey Ms. D., I gotta say you look damn good for being 31. Sexy tats too.”

Cheryl is sitting on the teachers chair with her legs crossed, and her right foot dangling in the air in front of her in her high heel shoe. She notices Trey looking down at her foot when he talks about her tattoos. She can tell by the look in his eyes that this boy is turned on by her feet, and she kinda likes it. She smirks up at him, knowing she’s teasing this boy now, all alone with just him in the classroom. She sticks her foot out a little higher and shows off her foot tattoo to him.

She says, “Yeah this is my latest one. Hurt like hell, but the pain is part of the experience.”

Cheryl gets a big grin and smile on her face showing her pearly white teeth.

She says, “I’m guessing you’re on the basketball team, since you’re like 6 '5. How old are you?”

Trey says, “I’m legal. I’m 18, but I’m way bigger than my age. I’ll see you later Ms. D.”

He makes Cheryl blush and have a big grin on her face because she likes getting hit on like that. He sees her blue eyes and cute smile, and can’t stop thinking about how bad he wants to see those blue eyes look up at him while he lays his big black cock on her face.

Before Cheryl walks home, she stops in the teachers’ lounge and gets a water. There’s an older white male teacher alone in there with her, and he checks Cheryl out. He was not attractive at all, and she did not want anything to do with him.

He walks up to her and says, “Hey….you the new substitute? I’m Mark. Hi.”

Cheryl looks at this guy with her bitch face, and just ignores him like he’s nothing. She can tell he’s some loser old white guy and doesn’t even wanna pretend to be interested in him.

Mark says, “Hey I saw you today, and was wondering if I can take you out to dinner? You’re gorgeous.”

Cheryl looks at this guy again, and kind of laughs under her breath.

She says, “Um no. I have a boyfriend. And you’re totally not my type anyways. See ya.”

Cheryl walks out of the room feeling so powerful with how she just turned down that older white guy. She thinks to herself how 5 minutes ago she was just flirting with a black boy in her class, and she wouldn’t even give that white guy a minute of her time. She laughs and walks down the hall.

Once she’s gone, Mark says to himself, “Fucking bitch…”

Cheryl leaves the school and has a smirk on her face, thinking about how she felt so young again like she was in high school when she was flirting with Trey at the end of the class. She knew if she had the chance she’d probably fuck him. She thinks about his tall muscular body, and how he’s in shape and could probably fuck for hours without getting tired. It makes her think about the BLACKED RAW videos. She always imagined herself in those videos when she masterbates to them, and she can totally imagine Trey being one of those big sexy black guys.

It’s late on that Friday night, and Cheryl’s alone in her boyfriend’s apartment. She knows Mike will probably call her to talk before he goes to sleep in his hotel room. She thinks it’s kind of funny how he still tries to call her when he’s gone on his trips. Most of the time she never answers his calls, and just makes up some lie about how she was busy and forgot. She watches tv on the sofa, and is dressed in short red booty shorts, and a black tank top that she wears to bed. Suddenly, her phone buzzes and she thinks it’s probably a text from Mike telling her good night. She opens the text and it’s an unknown number.

The text says, “Hey Ms. D. It’s Trey from school. This is what was hanging between my legs during class while I was checking you out today…”

He texts Cheryl a video of him in his room. He’s holding his hard black cock and smacking it in the palm of his hand, making loud smacking sounds with it. Cheryl can’t believe this video. She’s kind of in shock, but once the video ends, she restarts it and watches it again.

She says to herself, “Holy shit….”

She sees Trey’s long, thick black dick. Veins popping out on the shaft, thick mushroom head at the end of it, and how his cock curves up a little bit. She imagines what that would feel like, that curve, just rubbing her pussy walls deep in her.

She sits there thinking about what to do. She knows she shouldn’t be texting this boy from school, but that narcissistic, selfish side of her takes over. She thinks that Mike won’t find out. She just wants to have some fun and flirt a little bit.

Cheryl texts back, “First of all Trey, how did you get my number haha? Second, why are you sending me videos of your Big Black Cock haha?”

Trey reads Cheryl’s text and when he sees how she said Big Black Cock, he knows for sure she watches interracial porn and is probably a huge slut.

He texts back, “Don’t worry how I got your number haha. I think you’re a fucking sexy little snowbunny, and I gotta show you what I’m packing.”

He sends Cheryl another video of him swinging his big cock around while he has her Instagram photos on his computer screen.

Cheryl sees his big, long dick swinging around like it’s a black bat between his legs, smacking his thighs and chest. She sees her photos in the background and thinks how this boy went to the trouble of searching for her number and Instagram page, and that turns her on.

Wanting to flirt more with him, Cheryl texts, “Not gonna lie, that things fucking huge haha. Way bigger than my boyfriends…”

She wonders if by dropping the hint that she has a boyfriend it will make him back off. She hopes he doesn’t care. It would be a huge turn on for her if Trey wanted her to cheat. Her pussy starts to get wet in her tight booty shorts as she feels the adrenaline rush from the thought of cheating.

Trey texts, “I saw those pics of you and your white boyfriend. I bet he’s got a tiny dick haha. Nothing compared to my 11 inches.”

Cheryl read 11 inches and is impressed, but she acts like a tease to Trey and and says, “No way you’re 11 inches haha”

Trey texts back, “Oh yeah haha? I bet it's bigger than that cute white face of yours Ms. D. I bet if I lay my cock on your face, my balls would be on your chin, and the tip of my dick would be above your hair haha”

Cheryl reads how he described laying his big black cock on her face, and it turns her on imaging that. She bites her lower lip because she’s so turned on right now.

She still likes being a little tease to him, and texts, “Yeah right haha. It ain’t that big hehe”

Trey can tell by how she’s still flirting with him and texting back and forth like this that he can break this bitch down and fuck her.

He texts back, “Let me prove it to you. What’s you doing tonight…?”

Things are getting a little more serious now, but Cheryl still wants more. She’s biting her lip, smiling, while she’s flirting with this black boy from school.

She texts, “I’m just chilling alone tonight at my boyfriend’s apartment watching tv….”

Trey is stroking his cock while looking at her pics, and texting back and forth. Looking at a pic of her from her Instagram where she’s in a short dress and high heels. He’s slowly working his cock head, staring at her, and thinking about how bad he wants to get her pregnant. That horny animalistic instinct in him takes over, and makes him want to breed this sexy pale white teacher so bad.

He texts back, “Give me your address Ms. D. Let me come over and prove it to you…. Do it.”

Cheryl reads that text and sits there for a few minutes just thinking. She is so turned on right now flirting with this black boy, and wants to just say fuck it and do this. She also thinks about what if she gets caught. What if Mike finds out somehow, or people at the school find out. She bites her lower lip, smiling, and just says fuck it. She texts Trey her address.

Trey texts back, “I’m leaving right now.”

Once Cheryl reads that text, she can’t believe this is really happening. She has so much adrenaline running through her body, but she’s so turned on right now too. She runs to the bedroom and strips naked, and just puts on a short yellow dress that comes to her upper thighs. No panties, no bra, and she’s barefoot. She checks out herself in the mirror, and puts some eyeliner on. She sees how sexy she looks in her short dress, and she knows when she doesn’t put any panties on that she’s gonna fuck this boy.

She looks at herself in the mirror and smirks, and she says, “You bad girl.”

She has thoughts of BLACKED RAW videos when she looks at herself in the mirror, thinking about what she’s gonna do tonight.

A short amount of time goes by, and Cheryl opens the door when Trey arrives. They look at each other with a little smirk on each other’s faces.

Trey says, “Hey Ms. D.”

Cheryl responds with just, “Hey…”, but she’s got a big grin on her face as Trey walks in her boyfriend’s apartment and she locks the door.

She’s almost twice this boy's age, but now that she’s not in her high heels, she’s so short compared to this huge, tall black boy. Trey came over wearing thin sweat pants and a tank top. He’s not even wearing boxers because he knew there’s no point, he was probably going to fuck this chick. And he didn’t bother to bring a condom either.

Now that Trey is actually here for real, Cheryl gets a little nervous, and part of her is thinking to herself if she should really do this.

She says, “So, do you wanna like sit and watch tv or something?”

She sits on the sofa in the living room, but Trey doesn’t sit. He slowly walks up to Cheryl as she’s sitting there, and he stands in front of her, looking down at her. He loves that she’s barefoot. He looks at her big, skinny white sexy feet and knows that they would give him an amazing foot job. That gorgeous sexy white face looking up makes him think about how bad he wants to fuck her brains out.

Trey looks down at Cheryl and says, “So what? You think I’m lying about my size Ms. D?”

Trey is grabbing his cock through his sweatpants while looking at her.

Cheryl’s whole body is buzzing with adrenaline, and she knows if she does this, there’s no going back.

That rebellious girl in her makes her think to herself, *Fuck it. Just do it. I bet I can get away with it haha*

She leans her head back and stares at the ceiling, biting her lower lip. Trey watches her and knows he’s breaking this slut down. Cheryl looks back up at Trey with a smirk on her face and looks down at his hand grabbing his cock through his shorts in front of her.

She leans forward on the sofa and says in a teasing way, “Yea Trey, I don’t think it’s really that big.”

Seeing that sexy little smirk on Cheryl’s face when she says that turns him on so much. It makes Trey’s cock throb, making a tent in his sweatpants with an outline of his huge cock.

He says, “Pull those pants down then Cheryl…I know you wanna be a bad girl with me tonight. Do it.”

Trey grabs his phone out of his pocket, and Cheryl slowly and seductively tugs on his sweatpants, pulling them down, until they fall to the floor. She sits on the edge of the sofa while Trey stands in front of her face, and his hard black cock springs up in the air, free out of his pants. Cheryl’s so close to him, his dick hits her chin when it flips up. She leans her head back a little and sees his big black cock throbbing and bouncing in the air all by itself because he’s so horny.

Cheryl stares at that big black penis right in her face, then looks up and Trey with a face like *Oh Shit….*

Trey reach’s out and runs his fingers through Cheryl’s blonde hair. She feels him grab her hair and pulls her head back to look up at the ceiling.

He says, “I’m about to prove I’m fucking right, Cheryl.”

He pulls Cheryl’s head to him and lays his big heavy black cock on her face. His long ball sack hangs under her chin, and his black meat lays on top of her mouth and nose, going up between her eyes. She looks up at Trey with his black cock on her face. She feels the warmth from his penis on her skin, how it flexes, and throbs on her face. And that sweaty, musky smell of his cock and balls fills her nose.

Trey points his phone down at Cheryl and snaps a photo. The photo shows his dick laying on her face. His balls on her chin, and the tip of his cock hanging over top of her forehead. Her blue eyes looked up at the camera when he took it, and it even shows her tattoos showing on her shoulder, arm, and foot in the photo.

Cheryl pulls her face back and says, “Hey, I didn’t say you could take that pic, mister.”

She says it playfully, but she’s kind of serious too because she doesn’t want to get caught. She knows that if anyone saw it at the school, they’d be able to recognize it’s her from her tattoos.

She says, “Don’t show that to anyone, ok? I’m serious.”

Trey just says, “Mmmhmmm.”

He reaches and pulls her head back to his cock. He grabs the base of his penis, and gently smacks that heavy black cock on her face playfully. It’s so big and heavy, Cheryl closes her eyes as she gets her face smacked by that cock.

Trey says, “I told you I was fucking right. I knew my cock was bigger than your cute fucking face.”

Cheryl pulls her head away again, looks up at him with a smirk and says, “I knew it was this big from your videos you bad boy. Maybe I was just teasing you, and wanted to get this beautiful black penis over to my place.”

Trey grabs her head and pulls it back to his cock and says, “Get that face over here.”

Trey holds her head and starts rubbing his cock up and down on her face, and then he pushes her nose and mouth down to his big ball sack. Cheryl feels a little humiliated right now, being treated like she’s his bitch, but at the same time she’s so turned on by this. Mike is nothing like this. His skinny little white dick is 3 inches hard. He doesn’t have the cock to pleasure her, and he doesn’t take control during sex like she needs and wants as a woman.

While Trey is rubbing his big sweaty cock on her face, he feels the cold hair from Cheryl’s nostrils sniff his ball sack. He hears her do it too.

He says, “Oh you nasty little hoe. Sniff those fucking balls.”

That sweaty, musky cock smell is so manly and turns Cheryl on, and she hears how horny he sounds when he says that. She smirks knowing she’s turning him on. Trey grabs the end of his dick and rubs his cock head above her head, as Cheryl is under his big cock, sniffing his balls. She opens her mouth and Trey feels Cheryl put one of his balls in her mouth and starts sucking on it. He works his cock head in his hand while looking down at her sucking on his nut. She gently pulls her head back until his nut pops out of her mouth. She looks up at with that cute smile of hers.

Trey says, “Wash those fucking balls with your mouth, hoe.”

Cheryl is so turned on by being submissive like this, and she licks all over his hanging ball sack. She puts the other nut in her mouth and sucks on it. Cheryl is tasting his sweaty, salty balls, and is not disgusted by it at all.
Trey wants to see her cute face with his cock in her mouth, so he says, “Open your mouth”.

Cheryl looks up at him and opens her mouth ready to suck on his big beautiful black penis. He bends his dick down and puts the head of his cock in Cheryl’s mouth, and she closes those lips around it and starts sucking. She loves the feeling of sucking on a big hard cock. It is like a stress reliever for Cheryl to feel a big hard penis in her mouth, and suck on it like a baby sucking her bottle. That’s why she cheated on Mike a few years ago and sucked her coworkers dick in his car.

Trey takes his shirt off, while she grabs his thick penis with both of her little white hands, all while keeping the cock head in her mouth. It’s so long and thick she can grab it with both of her hands and stroke the shaft as she sucks on the tip. Trey just stands there looking down at this sexy white hoe twisting her hands on his shaft as she’s sucking hard on the cock head. She’s good at sucking cock, and even sticks the tip of her tongue in his slit on his cock head. She can taste his precum from his hole as she teasingly flicks her tongue.

He leans his head back, staring at the ceiling, and says, “Ooooohhh shiiiiiiiiitttt. Fuuuuck yeeaaa bitch. Good girl.”

His cock is rock hard and fully erected after her teasing his slit like that. It drove him wild, and he wants to fuck her mouth so bad, and see how much she can swallow.

Trey says, “Hands down…”.

Cheryl puts her hands down by her side on the sofa, still with the tip of his penis in her mouth. Trey runs both of his hands through her silky blonde hair and grips it tight. Then he pulls her mouth down as he pushes his cock in her mouth. It’s so thick and big, it fills her mouth up and hits the back of her tongue, trying to go into her throat. He hits her gag reflex, and she coughs, gagging on his cock that’s trying to go down her throat. Cheryl instinctively reaches her hands up to his cock to try to pull it out of her mouth.

Trey just says, “Hands down, bitch.”

Cheryl puts her hands back down to her side like she’s his slave.

He gets a tighter grip on her hair and starts fucking her mouth with his big dick. Pulling her mouth down on his cock while he’s thrusting his hips into her head. His black dick is so long, when it’s hitting her throat and can’t go down, his cock is bending as he’s trying to push it further. He knows his cock is too big for her throat, but he loves how wet and tight her mouth feels, and he just does it a little longer. Hearing the wet gurgling noises Cheryl makes, when he goes just a little bit too far, and she coughs with his dick in her mouth. He pulls his cock out and it’s covered in spit and drool. A string of spit is connecting her lips to his cock, as it's throbbing in the air in front of her face. She looks up at Trey and her eyes are watery from her gag reflex.

Trey is so horny now with his wet cock twitching in the air, he says, “Take that dress off. Show me that white pussy.”

Cheryl wipes the spit off her lips and chin. She is so horny she doesn’t even think about Mike at all as she lifts her dress up and pulls it off her. She sits back on the sofa and puts both of her feet up on the edge of the seat. She spreads her feet apart and opens her legs, showing Trey her bald wet pussy.

Trey sees more tattoos she has on her pale skin, and it turns him on even more. That huge pin up girl tattoo on her side, and he sees her perky, tiny little titties on her chest. Her tits are so cute and not saggy at all. She has hard pink nipples poking out on her tits like little pink erasers. Cheryl sits on the sofa, biting her lower lip in anticipation, looking up at Trey. He stands there, looking at her body as he strokes his big cock.

Trey gets down on his knees on the floor in front of her and sees her pussy up close. Cheryl’s so horny and aroused that her pussy lips are so thick and puffy. Her body is making her labia lips get big like that to protect her vagina during sex. Cheryl has her legs spread apart, and it makes her pussy spread open like a flower, ******** the wet, pink tender flesh inside her white pussy. Her clit sticking out at the top, and her vaginal hole so small and ******* to Trey. He can tell her pussy is gonna be a tight grip on his cock.

Trey leans down and puts his big wet lips on her pussy. He licks it from her vaginal hole, all the way up to her clit in one big wet lick with his tongue. That one big wet lick makes Cheryl moan. He loves the smell and taste of this white pussy, and does sloppy wet licks all over it. Then he puts his big lips over her clit, slurping on that erected little sensitive button of hers.

When Trey sucks on her clit like that, Cheryl’s head falls back in the seat. She stares at the ceiling, moaning, and breathing heavy. His wet mouth is sucking on her entire pussy and it’s driving her wild. Then suddenly Trey pulls her ass out to the very edge of the sofa and pushes her legs back onto her. Cheryl’s legs are bent at the knees, with her feet over her head. She reaches up and grabs her toes to hold her legs back. This makes her stick her ass out even more. Trey goes lower and presses his big wet tongue on her asshole and swirls all around it, then presses his lips on her butthole, kissing it. Cheryl looks down between her legs, and just sees Trey’s upper head.

She says, “Ohhhh shiiiiitt…”

She holds onto her feet above her head and her toes curl up in her fingers. Cheryl hasn’t gotten her ass eaten out like this since she let her coworker do it to her that one night. Mike thinks ass play is gross, but Cheryl loves it.

Trey does another big wet lick from her asshole, all the way to her clit. Then gets back down to make out with that tight, puckered up little butthole. He knows she’s a dirty girl that likes her ass eaten.

Trey pulls his head away and they’re both so horny now.

Trey looks right into Cheryl’s eyes and says, “I wanna cum in this white pussy so bad. You’re so fucking sexy Cheryl. Are you on birth control?”

Cheryl wants to fuck so bad now, even with all the consequences that could happen from it. She thinks that even if she did get pregnant from tonight, the fuck session that she’s about to receive from that huge cock will be worth it.

She feels so submissive and sexy with him, she smiles and says, “No I’m not…”

Trey stands up and lifts Cheryl to her feet. He picks her up and puts her over his shoulder. Her head hangs off the back of him, and her ass and legs are in front of him. She’s so petite and light he picks her up easily. He carries her like she’s a trophy that he won, and now he gets to do whatever he wants with her. He starts walking down the hallway to the bedroom he sees. Cheryl’s feelings and thoughts about Mike and any consequences are all out of her head now. She’s so turned on by this dominant masculine black boy that she wants to fuck him so bad. She doesn’t care about getting fucked on the same bed that her boyfriend is gonna sleep in when he comes back.

Trey drops her on the bed, and she bounces on it. Cheryl is laying on her back, while Trey stands next to the edge of the bed. He grabs her hips and pulls her ass to the edge. He grabs under her knees and pushes her legs back on her, and tells her to hold them. He sees that fat wet pussy spread open between her legs under him, and he spits on his hand and rubs it on the head of his black cock.

Cheryl’s gonna learn that dirty talk turns Trey a lot during sex. He rubs the tip of his thick cock between her fat wet pussy lips, teasing her.

Trey says, “You want me to fuck this white pussy? Huh? You want me to beat this pussy up with my big dick?”

Cheryl holds her legs back as she lays on the bed. There’s no hesitation now in her response. She’s horny and she’s had race play fantasies for so long, and she’s wanted to say this for years.

She says, “I want you to fuck me with your big black cock and cum inside me.”

Hearing her say that in her cute little voice drives Trey wild. He thinks how this slut doesn’t care if she gets pregnant, and how that’s so fucking hot. He pushes the fat tip of his penis in her vaginal hole, and he feels it stretch around his thick cock. His dick slides in her wet tight pussy, and Cheryl lays her head back on the bed, staring straight up.

She says, “Oooooohhhh yesssssss. I wanna feel it deep inside me.”

Now that his cocks in her pussy, he grabs both of her ankles and holds her legs open in the air. Feeling that tight pussy grip on his dick, he just overpowers her and makes her pussy keep stretching out. Working his hips back and forth, he fucks her and his black cock is already getting soaked in her pussy juice.

He loves seeing her big white feet up in the air as she gets fucked. He finally sees the soles of her feet and they’re so sexy. She has long, skinny feet with a big sexy arch on them. Long skinny toes, and the soles of her feet are clean, with pink and pale skin tones on her soles. He holds her ankles and brings one of her feet up to his face as he fucks her. He presses her toes on his nose and sniffs her toes, then licks all over the soft, smooth sole and arch of her foot. Then he puts those toes in his mouth and sucks on them as he looks down at her as she gets fucked. He gets so turned on by her feet it makes his cock rock hard. It feels like a thick pole is fucking her pussy.

He says, “Sexy fucking feet, MMMMMmmmm”.

He switches legs and pulls the other foot up to his face. He’s so horny now he buries his nose underneath her long skinny white toes, and he starts sniffing her foot so hard while he fucks her. He sniffs her foot and feels her toes curling up on his face. It turns him so much he almost nuts, and has to stop for a few seconds.

He pulls her foot away and holds her legs open, and leans down over top of her as he fucks her. Bucking his hips, doing a nice hard rhythm with his cock strokes. Her pussy is deeper than her mouth, and he’s going balls deep. Feeling how much looser her pussy feels now, he knows he’s working it out. Her pussy is so wet, and he’s stuffing it full of dick, and it’s making loud, wet queef sounds because his cocks pushes all the air out of her pussy. He’s leaning over her, looking down at her gorgeous face, watching it contort as she gets fucked by him. She screams and he feels her pussy clamp down on his dick as he makes her cum. Her hands push on his chest, trying to signal him to slow down after her orgasm, but he fucks right through her orgasm and keeps making her take that dick.

He hears Cheryl’s cute little whimpers as he’s smashing her pussy, and seeing her face and those noises she’s making almost makes him cum again.

He pulls his cock out and stops and says, “Fuck, you almost made me nut”

Trey is leaning down over top of Cheryl, and she pulls his face to hers and starts making out with him. They shove their tongues in each other’s mouths, and kiss passionately. Cheryl uses one of her hands and grabs his big wet cock that’s throbbing in the air above her pussy.

She slowly strokes it and says, “You want to get me pregnant, don’t you bad boy?”

Hearing this older white teacher say that drives Trey wild.

Trey says, “Fuck yes, you sexy little bitch. You want me to fuck a baby in you? What would your boyfriend think about that?”

Cheryl has an evil little grin on her face and says, “I’ll just lie to him for 9 months and say it’s his. I bet I could make up some lie and tell him I was r*ped by a black guy and don’t remember anything.”

Trey gets so turned on by how naughty this white girl is. She knows that she’s sexy and she can manipulate men and get whatever she wants. From rich guys giving her money, to alpha male men with big cocks giving her the sex that she needs. Trey wants to use and abuse this white slut and make her have his black baby.

He flips her over on the bed. She’s lying flat on her stomach in the prone position, and Trey sees that big pale white ass, and her bird tattoo on her upper back. This is the breeding position because he can fuck her hard and make himself nut.

Cheryl lays on the bed, her body shiny wet from the sweat on her. She’s never had sex like this, and she loves it. Trey looks down at her and sees this vulnerable white slut, and his cock is throbbing. He climbs on her back and uses his feet to push her legs apart on the bed and keep them spread open. He grabs Mike's pillow on the bed and puts it under Cheryl’s stomach so her back arches a little and her ass sticks up.

Trey rubs his cock on her pussy again, leans down by Cheryl’s head and says, “I’m gonna cum in this white pussy.”

Cheryl’s only thought is fucking him, and nothing else.

She says, “I want your cum in me, Trey…”

Hearing her say that drives him wild, and he slides his cock back in her fuck hole and puts his hands on the bed like he’s in a push up position. He combines thrusting his hips with his cock, and slamming his body weight down on her that makes this position a deeper, harder fuck. Slamming his cock in her pussy, smashing her, so his balls are smacking her clit. She grips the bed sheets and whimpers as she takes his 11 inch penis deep in her pussy.

In this new position, Cheryl can feel the curve in his penis digging in and rubbing her wet, ribbed vaginal walls deep inside of her. It makes her toes curl up in the bed sheets, and she bites the pillow by her head.

Trey is making horny animalistic groans and grunts as he fucks, because it feels so good for him when he can pound her deep and hard like he wants.

He keeps slamming his body weight down into her ass, and says, “Take that dick, you fucking bitch. Take that dick.”

He feels his big hot load getting built up, and he grabs Cheryl’s hair into a ponytail in one hand, and he pulls her head back. Cheryl’s head gets yanked back and he rides her hard. Trey looks next to the bed and sees a photo of her and Mike. Trey thinks about how he’s fucking this white guy’s girl behind his back and he’s gonna get her pregnant probably. That gets him so close to cumming, thinking about what he’s doing to her.

Trey’s fucking Cheryl hard and says in a loud voice, “You want me to breed this white pussy, hoe? Huh? Say it! Say you want to be a baby mama!”

Cheryl is so caught up in the moment too and doesn’t hesitate at all and says, “MMMMmmmm fuuuuck yessss Trey…. Mmmm cum in my pussy. I wanna have your babies!”

Trey’s load is built up in the tip of his cock, and he was edging himself while she said that. He pounds Cheryl’s pussy a few more times, then feels his hot cum about to explode.

He says, “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Trey grunts and moans like an animal as his black cock starts squirting out heavy thick wads of his nut into Cheryl’s pussy. He keeps his dick balls deep, and she can feel it inside of her body as it is squirting out and splashing against her cervix at the end of her pussy. Trey had a pent up load, and it’s about 10 big squirts until he milked it all out of his cock. He keeps his cock inside of Cheryl as he’s over top of her, holding her down on the bed. Letting the orgasmic tingling rush run through his body from head to toe.

Cheryl lays there exhausted, with her head laying on the bed. She’s out of breath too, laying there looking at the pictures of her and Mike on the dresser.

She breathes heavily and says, “Oh my god…. wow…. You fucked my brains out, Trey.”

Trey pulls out of her and his dicks getting soft, but it’s still a big, long cock that swings between his legs. His black penis is covered in white creamy cum from both of them. He stands up next to the bed and Cheryl rolls over on her back, still trying to catch her breath. He just looks her over head to toe, thinking about how sexy she looks. She’s hot and sweaty laying on the bed, and he can see all of her tattoos all over her body. He looks at her long skinny legs laying on the bed, her big feet hanging off the side, and he looks at her flat stomach and imagines her with a big pregnant belly.

He says, “That felt so fucking good. I blew so hard in you.”

Cheryl lifts her head up off the bed and looks at Trey and says, “Yeah I know, I could fucking feel your cum hitting my cervix.”

She gets up off the bed and slowly stands up, because her legs are still weak and wobbly.

She says, “I’m gonna take a quick shower. You can get something to drink and watch tv if you want.”

Cheryl walks by Trey on her way to the bathroom, and when she’s next to him, Trey spanks her big white ass with his hand.

Trey says, “Sexy fucking ass.”

Cheryl’s pale white booty jiggles, and she looks back over her shoulder to Trey and smirks at him as she walks to the bathroom.

She gets in the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is messed up, and she has the typical look of a girl that just got fucked. Her body is still buzzing with adrenaline as she thinks again about what she did tonight. It was the best sex of her life. She was so turned on, finally acting out her race play fantasies in bed. It turned her on so much to say to him while he fucked her that she wanted to have his babies. But now that the rush is gone, she gets a little worried about actually getting pregnant.

She just tells herself in her head, *Ok…I’m gonna get my period in 2 weeks, it’ll be fine. It’ll be ok.*

She gets out of the shower and walks out in her towel to the living room, but doesn’t see Trey anywhere.

She looks around, then grabs her cell phone and texts Trey, “Hey…Thanks for saying goodbye I guess….”

She realizes that he just left and ghosted her.

Trey knew he was leaving to go to an out of state college in one week. He knew when he left the apartment that he would never see her again, and he doesn’t even care if she gets pregnant. He won’t have to worry about it. To him, Cheryl was just a sexy white bitch that he wanted to fuck and cum in her like he marked his territory, and he knows he’s going to do the same thing with tons of younger girls at the college he’s going to.

Cheryl sits on the same sofa from earlier and is a little depressed. She feels so used right now, and it pisses her off that she was the one that got taken advantage of. Her phone buzzes, and she picks it up to look at what Trey responded back with. It’s a message from Mike. She just ignores his message and sits there thinking about what she just did. With a little smirk on her face, she bites her lower lip thinking about how much of a adrenaline rush this was. It was the best sex of her life, and a rush of excitement knowing it was wrong and risky, and she kind of wanted more.

She texts Mike back saying, "Hey I'm going out for a bit, I have to go get something..."

She got dressed and went out to the store to buy a Plan B pill, because she didn't want to risk getting pregnant and caught.

It was my second "date" tonight with the woman with whom I'm playing a daddy/daughter role. First time around, we got bounced from a Denver adult arcade for "lewd conduct" (she was sucking some guy's dick at the glory hole wall), so we tried a different venue that gets far less traffic and where there's usually only one employee (typically female) to mind the store and the cash register.

We showed up around 7:30 and went straight upstairs to the large open theater area. Tildie was less shy this time around, so we scoped out the mini-theaters that branch off the main one, settling into the one farthest from the stairway. She was wearing a scoop-neck short-sleeve blouse, a lacy bra underneath that barely contained her 38DD tits, and a loose-fitting knee-length skirt with "granny" panties underneath.

I had on a t-shirt and sweatpants, which I dropped to the floor as soon as we hit the room. She sat down on the two-position mini-couch (essentially outdoor wire-frame furniture -- easy to keep clean; not terribly comfy but serviceable) and wasted no time taking my erect cock into her mouth. I encouraged her to pull her tits up out of the blouse, so I tugged on her nipples as she blew me.

There were a few guys hanging around, and a younger one was bold enough to have his cock out while standing next to me. I gladly relinquished my position and instead sat down next to her so I could play with her pussy while she sucked this guy's cock. I was encouraging him to pop off down her throat, but I think the fact I so quickly let him take my place put him off his game. Tildie gave it her best shot, but he pulled away (somewhat embarrassed, I think) and left the room.

I quickly resumed my place, and she took only about 10 minutes to drain me completely. I'd been saving up my cum for a few days, so she got a nice thick load down her throat. I pulled up my sweats and we decided to cruise the downstairs arcade (it's all booths of varying sizes with locking doors) to see who else was around. She was disappointed to discover there were no glory holes in adjoining booths, so we returned to the second floor.

There was this tall, heavyset guy wearing women's panties plus thigh-high stockings, bent over and getting fucked in the ass by a skinny Black dude. The recipient (we later learned his name was Al) was being so loud and verbal that you could literally hear him down in the shop area. Anyway, Tildie started tugging on his amazingly thick cock as she encouraged the Black guy to unload in Al's butt. She alternated tugging on him, crouching down and sucking him, and standing up and smacking him on the ass.

The Black guy finally unleashed a huge load, and Al handed Tildie his phone and asked her to film his buttocks as the cum leaked out. It was quite a lot of goo. As those two guys were cleaning up, she sat down on a nearby bench so I could eat her pussy. I'd finger-fucked her to a nice orgasm earlier, but this time -- as I was kneeling on the floor -- I shoved two fingers deep into her amazingly wet pussy and sucked HARD on her big clit. She came again within minutes.

Taking a break, we cruised over to a two-seat bench in the main theater area to watch a bit of MMF porn on the big screen. Al wandered over to strike up a conversation, and Tildie soon had her mouth wrapped around his thick shaft. Throwing propriety aside, she stood up, dropped her skirt and panties to the floor as she turned around, and Al fucked her hard. She was bent over and sucking my cock as he slammed up against her, and when he announced he was about to come, she disengaged and knelt to take the load down her throat. The picture attached here is just before Al cut loose.

That was enough for us, so we put our clothes back together and left. I'm guessing this will be a regular thing with the two of us, because she has an insatiable desire to suck cock, and I'm delighted to be the first one in her mouth, the last one in her mouth, and hoo-boy -- how many can she take in between is anyone's guess.

In terms of confessions, mine is rather benign compared to others. Recently went on a business trip with a married female coworker named Leann. We ended up going to dinner and I made an innocuous comment about her dress which she thought was kind.
After dinner we ended up in her room talking about business, coworkers etc and she kept rubbing her calves and I asked her why she was rubbing them so much. She told me she shaved them that morning but was concerned about stubble. I reached out and said let me see and briefly rubbed her calf and told her I thought they were smooth. She asked me about the other leg and I told her they both felt smooth. She proceeded to tell me my hands felt relaxing on her calves and I asked her if she wanted me to massage her legs. She was sitting on my left side and swung her legs over mine so her knees were resting on my left thigh.
I think I massaged her calves for 5-10 minutes while we talked and I was moving my hands up and down her legs from her ankles to the inside of her knees. As we talked I moved a little higher just to see if she would say anything and soon I was rubbing about half way up her thigh. She continued to talk like nothing was happening and I started to get hard. I knew she could feel my cock on the back of her legs which made me harder. I remember making a comment about the smoothness of her thighs and she mentioned she put lotion on her legs every night.
Eventually I was massaging the inside of her thigh and giving it gentle squeezes while I moved my hand back and fourth. Her black dress was high enough up her legs I could see her white cotton panties. I moved my hand up even higher so that it brushed her panties and she told me that was high enough. I asked her if I could continue rubbing her thigh and she said yes but not that high, so I concentrated my efforts just a couple inches below that. A little while later I moved my hand over to her other leg so I was rubbing the outside of her left leg. I worked my way higher so that my fingers were almost touching her ass. She shifted a little and asked if I was trying to feel her ass and I said is that ok or should I stick to your thighs? She told me I could feel a little but not to touch her between her legs or under her panties.
She leaned more on her right side towards me so I could slip my hand under her left cheek. She let me massage her ass for a couple of minutes and I told her my hand was getting a cramp and if she wouldn't mind standing up while I rubbed her. She stood in front of me and let me use both hands on her ass cheeks. I even got the tips of my fingers under her panties enough I could feel her bare ass. Over the next half hour she let me squeeze and push and pull her ass cheeks. I took a chance and put my face near her pussy and she even let me kiss her pussy through her panties. I tried to give her a couple of licks and then she said that was enough. I told her I was hard and asked if she wanted to suck me and she told me she couldn't because she was married. She did say I could play with myself If I wanted to so I pulled my trousers down to my knees and started rubbing my cock for her. She seemed fixated on my cock and told me she didnt realize I was as big as I was. I slowly jerked off for her for 5-10 minutes and I asked her if she would suck my fingers since she wouldnt suck me off. She ended up letting me stick my fingers in and around her mouth and she even licked them a little. I took my wet fingers and wiped them on her lips and she told me I better finish up. She went and got a towel from the bathroom and I finished jerking off for her. As I was cumming I told her I was shooting it in her mouth and how I wanted her to take it all in her mouth. As I came on the towel she was smiling and we talked for another few minutes before she kicked me out so she could go to sleep.
For the next 2 days we repeated this and the last night there I was able to feel and suck her small breasts. We have another conference in August and Im hoping it works out we can both go.

She ate my asshole like it was her job. I mean, she really devoured the thing. She told me she 'Googled,' How to eat a mans asshole. Best advice she got was eat it like you'd eat a pussy. She'd done this before, and liked it, so she knew right what to do.

April was her name. We'd met online just weeks before meeting, and now there she was in my bed, about to go down on me. She was 54 at the time. Thin, long lush dirty blonde hair, huge tits, and very nice. She told me she'd been raped her whole life. First by her father, then her first boyfriend, and then her husband. When we met, her now ex-husband had just died and she was ready to move on. She was a hurt soul, so I let her have her way with me. I introduced her to new and exciting things, but let her choose 100% what she wanted to do with me. And what she wanted to do was eat all my cum, and suck on my asshole for days. I thought, okay, we can do that.

I don't know how, but I've always gotten the best woman, and they always do the naughtiest things for me. I think my favorite was the gal who drank my piss from the toilet by putting her head in the toilet and drinking it. She said it wasn't her favorite thing to do, but thanked me for it. I mean literally thanked me for my piss. Fucking, wow. Remarkable, truly.

April and I first met in a public park in Colorado where we both live. I was sitting at a picnic table when she came up behind me. A total biker chick, her bulging tits were packed tight in a small leather jacket zipped up half way, and black low cut t-shirt with sequins spelling out something like the word "Pink." She sat down next to me stalling the bench, and put her hand on my thigh. The first thing she said to me, I mean the very first thing was, "I kind of want to suck your cock right here." Man, I could have bent that fantastic bitch over where we sat. And if it hadn't have been for the kazillion kids and parents just twenty feet from us, I would have let her. I mean, even fifty feet and I would have considered it, but they were so close to us I was even concerned one of the mothers heard her say that. I guided her hand to my cock anyway, and let her rub me. We didn't do anything that day, but eat lunch and talk. If you feed a bitch a cock on the first day, she ain't coming back. And I wanted to see her again and again. So I restrained her on that day from eating the cum she'd expressly asked for.

The next time we met was in a remote location up a scenic dirt road. The tits came out, and so did my cock. Again we sat at a picnic table next to a beautiful river. It's always interesting finding out what a girl will do, what is her proclivity toward sex. And there are subtle indicators she will give you along the way. And if you are looking, paying attention, she'll tell you what she wants. April wrapped her mouth around my cock but through my jeans. That's a naughty girl. I cam in her mouth that day.

We spoke on the phone a bunch after that. Our conversations becoming exponentially more explicit, she told me she wanted to eat my asshole. I invited her to stay at my house for the weekend. Now don't get me wrong, I liked April. I liked her a lot. Contrary to popular belief, I wouldn't just let anyone play with me. In fact, I've turned down some smoking hot bitches before, because aside from being attractive, they were assholes. But what's more, they had issues they weren't willing to deal with, and that shit comes out one way or another. April on the other hand was fucked up and knew she was fucked up, and wanted to spend time with me regardless; getting to know me and enjoying each other's company. Now that's a woman. This other retard I once had the chance to fuck but didn't, begged me to do anything I wanted with her, so I went in for a kiss. She winced and told me she doesn't like that. That's not for me. Self awareness is what I'm after, and April was an open book.

She arrived to my house in a quad cab truck with a nine foot bed and ran over my garbage can trying to park that thing. This instantly endeared me to her. Bitch has no idea what she's doing, but she's trying like hell.

Her pussy was off limits to me. Not because she requested it, but too much trauma to just ram your cock in and begin fucking. She needed lubricating, and I don't mean KY. She needed to be able to express herself sexually how she wanted, on her terms, and like no man had ever given her the opportunity to do so before. She needed control, and I was happy to give it to her, or better said, give her space to do so. And as it turned out, April felt control with her tongue in my ass. Here we go!

I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her pussy. She told me maybe, but go slow. We never actually got there, but I massaged it a bunch, ate it and spit on it for her. I think she preferred that. But then she told me to come here. Here being my cock in her mouth. She swallowed it no problem. Told me she had gag reflex issues (I believe she was being humble) but I picked up on none. Just entire cock right down the hatch. And then she tasted my balls. She also smelled them which I thought was wonderful. I'm a clean man, a fit man, I take pride in my appearance. I'm also warm and inviting, and kind of cuddly and close. I like petting and kissing and compliments too. It doesn't hurt too that I have a wonderful cock, beautiful big and shaved balls, and a gorgeous asshole. I don't know what it is, but women like to eat my asshole. And most of them make themselves cum from doing so. Incredible! But April was no exception.

April ate my asshole for an hour. Taking breaks to smell and taste my balls, and lick my pre-cum when I made it available. I have this thing where I can slowly make myself cum a little at a time. I edge myself for hours if necessary. And women eat it all up as I do so. Usually while rubbing themselves down there. I love it.

But boy was she good at my hole. She spread that thing open and stuck her tongue in it. And then she began talking about food. "I'd like to spread it with whipped cream and berries," she told me. I had none. You'd think one might run directly to the store. But try pulling a tongue out of your ass to do anything else. It ain't easy. House on fire? It'll wait.

'What idiots,' I thought. All these years people have been taking advantage of her, and all she wants to do is lick your assholes. And so there she was talking to me about eating food off of my asshole. I almost couldn't think of anything better. My sweet clean asshole thought so too. So, gently I mentioned, taking it slightly one step further, eating berries Out of my asshole. She replied, "Do you have any?" Motherfucker, I don't!

April told me before arriving that day, she wanted two things; to eat my asshole and seven loads of cum in her belly. I gave her ten. Why seven, I asked. She chuckled, because it's better than six? That it is, my friend. That it is.

Life has a great sense of humor if you can think of it that way. I never did get to feed April food from my asshole. Things between us quickly took a different turn. She was going through a lot right then. I usually come into peoples lives when they're going through significant changes. I facilitate in that way their growth, and mine. I couldn't say I've never had a better ass eater. One bitch used to talk to it. Tell it she loves it in the first person while eating it. 'Bitch was hungry. Bt I believe April truly took it to a next level when she started coming up with different things she wanted to eat from my asshole.

She met a guy closer to her in proximity and age shortly after coming to visit me. I told her she should. She wanted me, but he was better suited for her. And we parted on good terms. Great, actually. She told me she'd call me if it didn't work out with him. I told her, anytime, my asshole is here for you. She told me next time it's macaroni salad!

Thx

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

Well, whattayaknow -- one of my potential DoubleList hookups actually came through! As a 73 y/o guy with an average dick and plain (at best) looks, I'm still amazed by whatever sexual adventure comes my way. Sure, I have my 20-year-younger hot-as-fuck red-haired FWB who I've been fucking since 2013, but because we're 900 miles apart, it's a 1x or 2x/year encounter. The rest of the time, I'm scouring the Denver ads for a companion.

Mira (not her real name) is a 55-y/o divorcee with two kids, (a son 20 and a daughter 16). She reached out to me because she was looking for someone to role-play as her daddy, and we spent three weeks texting back and forth, each time getting more and more filthy. The problem involved a hookup venue. My wife is literally home almost ALL the time, and Mira's daughter is usually around her place as well. We were frustrated to find a place to fuck, and I didn't want to spring for a hotel unless I absolutely had to.

The breakthrough came today. We were texting earlier in the afternoon when I reminded her she'd talked about going to an adult arcade. After considerable back-and-forth, she came over to my place, around 6:30 pm and I drove her to the arcade on West Colfax here in Denver. She's about 5-6 and 160 pounds, with big tits (see photo) that are very sensitive. I was wearing my standard arcade outfit: drawstring shorts, t-shirt, sandals, no underwear. She had on an ankle-length polka-dot print dress, which was low-cut in front to show off her impressive cleavage.

I chastised her for wearing so much clothing, given the prospective activities on tap. After we paid our entry fee and took a quick tour of the arcade, we settled onto one of the bench-type seats in the mini-theater that shows hetero porn. While making out, I discovered she was wearing a fairly substantial bra, although she extracted her breasts so I could suck on and twist her nipples. Shortly thereafter, a chubby guy in his 60s sat down next to us, and Mira encouraged him to latch onto her other teat. I stood up, dropped my shorts, and she went to town on my cock. I'm guessing she sucked it for about 15 minutes, while the guy next to her was jerking his own member and playing with her tits. Then she had me sit so she could crouch down on the floor in front of me to get better leverage on my dick.

Mira did a superb job, and I eventually filled up her oral cavity. Since I'm only 5.5", she had no problem taking me entirely into her mouth, and she moaned considerably as my cum splashed against the back of her throat. She turned to the other guy and stood up to blow him, bending over at the waist so I could finger her from behind. I smacked her ass for having worn such a challenging outfit. The dress seemed like it was made from yards and yards of cloth. I told her, "Next time, sweetie, you're wearing a button-down blouse, no bra, a short skirt, and no panties."

The XXX film being shown in the theater was SO LOUD that it was distracting to her ministrations, so the three of us went over to the room that has the glory hole wall. It's designed so there's a platform where guys can ascend on a few stairs, while the person doing the cock-sucking stands at floor level. The old guy stuck his cock through the long, oval-shaped opening, and Mira went back to work. I talked her into taking off her panties, which she did and promptly shoved into my pocket. While she sucked, I got her to spread her thighs and finger-fucked the shit out of her pussy. Mira says she always takes a long time to orgasm, and on this night she didn't get there, but she was soaking wet and made lots of pre-orgasmic noises.

The guy blew his load and backed off the platform, thanking her profusely for the skillful job she'd done. The next guy was ready to take his turn, so Mira instructed him to climb the steps and present his dick through the hole. He was 40-ish, tall and stocky, and Mira was delighted to see how well his thick circumcised cock fit in her mouth. He was a long timer; I'm guessing Mira sucked on him for at least 20 minutes without a break. She'd just admitted to starting to taste his pre-cum when the entire encounter got shut down. We'd apparently forgotten to shut the door to the room -- it's only been in the past six months that this particular booth even HAD a door -- and management officially frowns on "lewd public conduct and/or nudity." We were ushered rather unceremoniously out the front door and told not to return. The Black guy never did get his rocks off, which Mira thought was a real shame. "I bet he was working up a massive load," she said in a disappointed voice as we drove away.

After dropping her off at her car, we traded follow-up messages once she returned home. I suggested we try a different arcade next time, and she agreed it would be fun to have a Round Two. Earlier, when we were driving to the arcade, she'd said several times how nervous she was, never having been to an arcade before. At the end of the evening's conversation, though, when I complimented her on having gotten over her nervousness so quickly after we'd arrived at the arcade, she wrote this: "Once I get turned on, I'll do almost anything. Other than that, I'm in respectable regular-mom mode." Somehow, I don't think it'll take long to extract her from that mindset the next time we meet!

ROUND TWO / DAY TWO:
This will be a long one!

As a follow-up to the story I posted a week or so ago, here's how things played out during Day Two of my visit to SW Minnesota and my long-time red-haired FWB, whom I will continue to refer to by her first initial: T.

It was Monday. We'd spent the previous evening – our first night together since 2021 – watching TV while she got high, which always makes her extra-horny, We ended up having sex into the wee hours (about three hours' worth of sucking, fucking and pussy-eating), despite the fact she'd declared at bedtime that she was uncomfortable with her weight gain due to her taking anti-depressant meds, and therefore didn't feel "sexy." But she had second thoughts after we’d been in bed in less than 15 minutes. She claimed not to have had sex in more than five months (which turned out to be not entirely true, as you'll read later), so the left side of the sexual equation Cannabis + Desire + Dick Proximity was clearly greater than (>) the right side, which was Continued Abstinence + Self-Image Discomfort.

T babysits her grandson every Monday through Friday afternoon, filling in the gap between the time her daughter leaves for a factory job at 2:00, and the son-in-law returns from his chef's gig at 5:00. This commitment was the reason we weren't spending the entire week in the Twin Cities, as I'd originally planned. We negotiated staying at her place for two nights, me driving on my own to St. Paul for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights, and then returning midday Friday to retrieve her and go back north for the weekend.

Given the late hour when we finally finished Sunday night, it was well after 10 a.m. by the time we climbed out of bed. I'd been rebuffed (gently but firmly) against a morning fuck, so instead we got dressed in separate rooms and she made us French toast for breakfast (at nearly lunchtime!) before hanging out at her place for most of the day. Since she'd quit her meds due to the weight gain (an increase from 115 pounds to around 140 on her 5'5" frame), I was concerned she was reverting somewhat to her agoraphobic ways -- not wanting to go anywhere -- but she insisted she was just tired ("And you clearly know why," she declared in a half-joking, half-accusatory tone). The other underlying factor was this: When I say there’s nothing to do in her town, I mean THERE’S NOTHING TO DO. Instead, we watched TV together for a while, I started a book (“The Collected Works of Franz Kafka”) I’d purchased the previous evening at the town’s lone bookstore, and we exchanged stories about the events we'd each experienced since we were last together, which was October 2021. T had quit her retail management job at the peak of COVID, another in a long line of employment bailouts on her part. “I always end up the victim of two situations,” she said, by way of explaining her less-than-stellar work history. “Guys are always hitting on me, which I hate, and my female coworkers resent it and stab me in the back.” I suggested that’s what happens when you live in a small town, with its limited gene pool and where everybody knows your business. “I’ve been here for 30 years, and it never gets any better,” she lamented.

Meanwhile, at the end of 2021 my partners and I had sold our consulting business to our largest client, the related management contract we held for a micro-brewery in Croatia was taken over by Zagreb’s largest brewery, and my partners retired while I stayed on to continue my tech-writing work. I tried to pry some sexy stories out of T’s memory hole, but she said those needed to wait until evening. In our past meetups, we’d regularly used tales of prior escapades to help whet each other’s sexual appetites (and WET certain other things!), such as the time I hosted a young hottie along with my former gang bang buddy, and experienced my first (and so far, only) DV. Or the time T finger-banged a young woman after spending the day at the Minnesota Renaissance festival. They went at it in full view of the golf-cart guy who’d driven them to the remote parking lot. T admitted to me it was possible her paramour wasn’t exactly “of age,” but acknowledged it was the young lady’s first girl-on-girl experience.

By this point in the afternoon, it was time for T to retrieve her grandson. He’s a rambunctious two-year-old who is already showing signs of ADD, but after she brought him back to her place, I managed to get him to sit still long enough to read him a story. Apparently, that was a major milestone, and I received kudos from the dad when he came to pick up the short person a few hours later. At 4:00, T had a Zoom call with her therapist, so I took a drive in order to give her some privacy, returning about 90 minutes later.

“Do you want to know what we talked about,” T teased upon my return. “Isn’t there such a thing as doctor/patient confidentiality? I asked. She replied, “It’s OK if the patient divulges the info, doofus.” I love it when she calls me endearing names! I acquiesced and prepared myself for a fairly boring storyline, but it turned out rather fascinating.

“We spent most of my 50-minute session talking about you, actually” was her opening salvo. I responded with, “Well, that sounds totally boring. You should probably ask for your money back.” She reminded me her therapy sessions were free, based on her minimalist income and the charity of the county government. “You still got robbed,” I said, only slightly tongue-in-cheek. Here’s the gist of what she told me (edited for brevity and my semi-faulty memory):

“I told her in our last session that you were coming to visit, so we started out talking about how you and I had met all those years ago, when was the last time we’d gotten together, and if I was *ready* to have someone stay the night. We’d previously talked about my lack of sex since the year started, and whether I felt ready for the two of us to fuck. I told her we had a great relationship, always enjoyed each other’s company in and out of bed, and that you’d back off if I wasn’t comfortable – which you did. Then I told her I’d been too high to miss out, so we had this amazing session that lasted three hours. She wanted to know if I was planning to go for another round, and I said I hoped so.” That elicited quite the eyebrow-raise from me, but I refrained from making a snarky comment, so she continued.

“She wanted to know how serious you and I were, and I explained how there’s no way we’d ever live in the same city, but I felt better about having you around. I also told her you’d offered to take me to France in 2022, but I was too freaked out to consider going [Ed. note: I ended up taking my friend Liz, a 38-y/o Denver woman I’d met on a dating site, with whom I’ve been having occasional sex], but that you suggested I could come with you to Italy next spring, if I felt up to it.”

The previous day, I chastised T for not applying for her passport, for which I’d prepared the paperwork and given her the $175 document fee, while also floating the idea of her coming with me to visit Milan and Florence. “I’ve always wanted to see Florence,” was her dreamy response to my suggestion, but I’m not holding my breath on that one.

Anyway, as we were about to continue the discussion, her son-in-law showed up to collect his rug-rat, who’d been doing who-knows-what in the rear bedroom. I subsequently suggested we go somewhere for dinner, but T offered to scour her pantry and cook something for us. We dined on homemade chicken tenders, rice, and a salad. Afterwards, she suggested we go for an early evening hike in the local state park, so we doused ourselves with mosquito repellent – it WAS Minnesota, after all – and trekked about three miles up hill and down dale, through forests primeval and meadows replete with wildflowers, before finally ending up back at my car. “Let’s go for a drink,” she suggested, so we drove a mile or so to the local country club and headed into the clubhouse. T ordered an incredibly complex Long Island iced tea, substituting one ingredient for another, explaining exactly how she wanted each element added and mixed, and what style of glass to serve it in. As for me, I ordered a hard seltzer and drank it straight from the can!

“You realize,” I said to her, “the only reason the bartender put up with your micro-managing antics is because you’re gorgeous, and beautiful women always get what they want.” Before she could respond, a young woman sitting a few stools away at the bar – herself a particularly tasty tall, svelte and very desirable brunette who couldn’t have been much older than 21 – slid over to sit next to us and declared, “He’s right, you know.” T asked, “Right about what?” “One, you ARE gorgeous, and two, I get the same treatment.” Previously, in situations like these, an in-depth discussion would have ensued, followed by T trying (and usually succeeding) to pick up the younger woman, or at least have them agree to meet later. I’ve been on the receiving end of a few MFF threesomes thanks to T’s ability to pull a variety of hotties, which has included waitresses, bartenders, and even a bridesmaid at a bachelorette party being held in a strip club. More than once, I’ve said to her, “Who knew the best possible wingman would turn out to be a red-haired MILF.”

But this time around, either her heart wasn’t in it, or else she didn’t feel that special “vibe” bi-sexual woman sense in detecting others of their ilk. T grabbed her elaborate Long Island concoction and beckoned me to follow her to a table out on the patio. After we finished our drinks, she suggested we stop at the liquor store and pick up some additional hootch. I’m definitely not a drinker – never developed a taste for it, plus it’s bad for my gout – but if T wanted to get a bit tipsier, who was I to argue? She decided on some god-awful Smirnoff Red-White-Blue cocktail in a bottle, and we went back to her place. It wasn’t late – only around 9:30 – but I said I wanted to take a shower and put on my PJs. She said she’d do the same, and when I returned to the couch to watch some TV, T was tucked into the far end and wearing only an extra-long t-shirt. “I couldn’t find my nightgown,” she explained, “so I just tossed on this thing.” She was sitting cross-legged on the couch, with her hand gripping the hem of the shirt in order to pull it down over her crotch. “Are you wearing anything under that?” I asked in as innocent a voice as I could manage. “I left on my sports bra,” she explained. “You know I don’t ever wear panties.”

Oh, how well I knew that! The last time we were together, we’d gone to a bar in downtown Minneapolis where a band was playing on their outdoor patio. She wore a filmy, knee-length dress and sandals, but nothing else. About halfway through the band’s second set, after she’d consumed a glass of Merlot and an Amaretto sour, she was sitting on my lap and I had two fingers up inside her pussy. The band was loud enough to mask her moans of pleasure, but any semi-observant person could have figured out what we were doing, if they’d cared to look.

In this case, by way of further explanation, T lifted up the bottom edge of her t-shirt and flashed me her pussy. The previous night, with the bedroom darkened to near-blackness, I’d only been able to imagine how things looked down there. However, under the bright lights of the living room, I was treated to a lovely view of her natural bush (neatly shaped into a red inverted triangle), a pair of engorged outer labia, and just a hint of moisture at the entrance to her vagina. I took this as some sort of invitation, but as I slid in next to her and started to run my hand up the inside of her thigh, she twisted away from me and tugged the t-shirt down again. “Let’s watch a movie, OK?” was her solution to forestall any action on my part.

Because she lives out in the boonies in a trailer park that’s not served by cable TV, she relies on some crappy five-dollar-per-month antenna subscription, plus about a thousand DVDs. OK, so maybe I’m exaggerating, but she has this gigantic zippered case filled with sleeve after sleeve of movie disks. They were arranged alphabetically by title (a nod to her OCD), but I didn’t have a clue where to start. “Any porn in there?” I asked innocently. She gave me that look – you know the one – that was a combination of scorn, disappointment and shock that I’d even assume such a thing. “My last boyfriend took them all when I kicked his ass out,” she said with a laugh. I asked her to make a recommendation, and rather than getting up to find the DVD herself – I was jonesing for a look at that lovely ass – she rattled off a title and instructed me to dig it out. I don’t remember what it was called, but it was some PG-13 fantasy film with a bunch of young actors I didn’t recognize, reciting lines that were less believable than a legal deposition by a perpetual liar, and special effects whose main claim to fame was NOISE!

Meanwhile, T was working her way through a second glass of that vile Smirnoff stuff, having also taken one of the THC gummies I’d brought with me from Colorado. Although cannabis was now legit in Minnesota, they didn’t have edibles on the list of legal substances, so she was happy when I showed up with a tin of pomegranate-flavored “happy candy.” She complained the gummies worked more slowly than the wax dabs she’d had the previous evening, but I was in no hurry. Besides, the vodka was apparently having some effect, since she kept moving closer to me as the movie slogged its way to its inevitable happy ending. I was looking for one of those myself, naturally!

“Are we gonna have another late night?” T asked, leaning hard against my side and pulling my arm up around her shoulders. “The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll finish,” I replied with a sly grin. She sat up and gave me a seriously passionate kiss. “The sooner YOU finish, you mean,” she said. Then she added, “Fuck, I’m horny!” followed by a giggle and then, “Wait – did I say that out loud?” “Say what out loud?” I shot back in an innocent tone. “Never mind, Zac. Let’s go to bed.”

I’d taken the precaution of popping a 5mg Cialis as soon as we got home from the liquor store, so I was seriously erect as I walked back to the bedroom. I’m not usually in need of pharmaceutical assistance, especially around T, but I had a feeling this was going to be a marathon event, so I wanted to be fully prepared. T had stopped off in the bathroom, so I stripped off my pajama bottoms and slid underneath the covers. She popped in a minute later, climbing over me to reach her side of the bed. As she joined me under the comforter and pulled me toward her, she felt my hard cock bump up against her thigh. “Well, I see you don’t need a hot story to get you in the mood,” she whispered into my ear. I reminded her she’d promised me one anyway, so she rolled onto her side with her back against me, and we spooned a while as she worked her way through a very interesting tale.

T’s EROTIC STORY: After some soul-searching and advice from a couple of girlfriends, she’d dumped 20-y/o “James the Boy Toy” on New Year’s Eve, primarily because he was boring, not very bright, and lacked ambition. Also, “I could put up with his premature ejaculations, because he has a big dick and got hard again fast. But he did a shitty job eating pussy, so that was the last straw.” T decided it was too much work to find some other guy, especially since the pickings in the area were slim, plus she was starting to freak out about her med-related weight gain. “My Rabbit became my best friend, although I tried not to use it too much, since I was worried about desensitizing my clit.” In mid-February, one of her former convenience-store coworkers had been invited over for dinner. During the evening, more than a foot of snow got dumped, and it kept coming down, which resulted in them being stuck in her double-wide trailer for three days. Thankfully they had plenty of food, about a thousand DVDs to watch, and a fair amount of weed. Donna was an athletic 5-10 Scandinavian blonde in her late 30s, slender with barely B-cup tits, and a firm butt. T said they’d never done anything remotely sexual during the six months they’d worked together, but the combination of isolation, cannabis, and having to share a bed got the best of them. “She saw my Rabbit on my bedside table and asked me how it worked. Instead of using it on myself, I pressed it against her panty-covered crotch and switched it on. Before you knew it, we’d stripped off all our clothes, the vibrator got tossed aside, and we were grinding against each other’s pussies like crazy. She had her first girl/girl orgasm, and things just escalated from there.” T admitted she talked Donna into going down on her, although, “She didn’t need much convincing, after I’d initiated things by munching on her cunt for nearly an hour.”

T probably would have continued her tale but, halfway through her narrative, I’d slipped my erect cock in between her thighs and she’d arched her back just enough so I could enter her well-lubricated pussy. It was easy to do, since both of us were naked below the waist. I held steady to keep from distracting her, but she suddenly stopped talking and started to thrust against me. I let her do most of the moving and waited to see how far she wanted to take things. “I’m too drunk to get on top,” she admitted, even though I hadn’t made any such suggestion. “Doggie me, OK?” It was more an order than a request, but I was happy to oblige.

At my age, my knees aren’t what they used to be – arthritis, you know – so I find it much more comfortable to modify that position. I withdrew from T’s pussy, climbed off the bed after tossing the covers aside, and grabbed her ankles to pull her toward the bottom edge of the mattress. She squealed a bit from the rough way I manipulated her, but after I spanked her ass and told her to get up onto her knees, she understood immediately what I was after. I clamped my hands onto her hips and hauled her as close to the edge as I could without having her fall to the floor, and then I thrust forward. Her wide-open pussy accepted my erection with ease, and I leaned forward with my knees pressing firmly against the top edge of the mattress for improved leverage. While standing up, I’m much more capable of fucking for a while, since rocking back and forth on my feet is far easier than doing it on my knees, where I find it necessary to use my arms to support my weight. T likes a long, hard fuck, where she can reach down and rub her clit with no worries about sudden withdrawal. The orgasms she experiences from finger-fucking and pussy eating are frequent and continuous, but the ones triggered via fucking can be incredibly intense and nearly exhausting for her.

Such was the case here, where I pounded her nonstop for a good 20 minutes. She was making a lot of noise, none of which came out as actual words but was more guttural. Suddenly she reached back to dig her fingers into my thighs, which indicated she wanted me to stop pumping, shimmied her ass against my crotch, and let out such a massive groan that I was glad the closest neighbor was two lot spaces away. It ended up being the most intense orgasm she experienced the entire time we were together, although I didn’t know that at the time. I wasn’t even sure how long she’d held her breath, but she finally exhaled loudly and flopped forward. I backed away from the bed, breathing hard myself, and admired T’s lovely thighs and dripping-wet pussy. Unlike the previous evening, she’d left the bedside lamp lit, clearly less self-conscious about her appearance. Either that, or she’d been too well-lubricated with alcohol to notice the room wasn’t dark. Either way, I was definitely enjoying the view.

T asked me for a glass of water. When I returned, I found she’d stripped off her t-shirt and sports bra. “Is it fucking hot in here, or what?” she asked rhetorically, using her right hand to reach for the glass I’d brought while simultaneously patting the empty spot on the bed next to her with her left hand. I slid in alongside after quickly stripping off my pajama top, pairing my naked body with hers. She set down the now-empty glass and reached across to run her slender hand across my chest and tweak my nipples. My cock had sagged a little during my trip to the kitchen, but her touch revived things down below. “You didn’t come yet, did you?” T asked while already knowing the answer. I explained I’d been too busy concentrating on staying hard enough to make sure she got off, which she had – massively. “OK, it’s your turn,” she declared. Roll over onto your back. I want you to pump that man-jizz down my throat!” Rather than setting up alongside me, with her body resting against my chest as she had the previous night, T climbed over my outstretched right leg and knelt between my widespread thighs. She wrapped the first two fingers of her left hand firmly around the base of my cock, slid her right hand down against her crotch, and lowered her mouth until it engulfed the length of my penis that extended above her hand.

I’m not a large guy – 5-1/2” from base to circumcised tip – so she didn’t have much difficulty taking the entire exposed length of my cock between her lips. I hadn’t wiped my cock off after we’d fucked, so I knew she could taste her pussy juices on it. One of the things she told me years ago was allegedly the easiest way to determine if a woman was bisexual. “If she likes the taste of her own pussy on your cock or your fingers, she probably enjoys the taste of someone else’s pussy, too.” I’ve never experienced evidence to the contrary, so it must be true.

T can be quite enthusiastic when it involves cock-sucking. I was fairly sensitive, given how much I’d used my dick over the past 24 hours – a lot more than in the previous month, quite frankly. Several times I asked her to slow down and lessen the pressure she was using at the base of my cock. Finally, she slid her hand down around my balls and massaged them gently while deep-throating me and even gagging a bit. I started to pump my hips, so she stopped bobbing her head up and down and instead let me fuck her mouth at my own pace. While all this was transpiring, she was rubbing her clit with her free hand and groaning loudly – not nearly as much as before, but enough to signal she was close to a self-induced orgasm. A few grunts on her part, coupled with my faster pace of bucking my hips up and down, and I cut loose with three healthy pumps of cum down her throat. Even though all the signs had been there, my ejaculations may have caught her by surprise. Nonetheless, she remained in place until I was finished unloading, swallowing every drop like a champ. I was too wound up to notice if she’d induced her own orgasm while I was spurting, but at that point I didn’t really care.

“Damn, Zac – how does a guy your age come so much two nights in a row?” I had no answer for her, so I simply said, “Beats me,” shrugged my shoulders, and rolled onto my side. T laughed, which meant her words weren’t intended as an accusation, only an observation. She climbed off the bed, declaring she needed some more water to clear her throat, and walked out of the bedroom stark naked. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she slipped her t-shirt back on but left the bra on the floor. A quick kiss goodnight sealed the deal, and we ended the evening lying bare butt to bare butt as I quickly fell asleep.

Part III to follow.