Author: Ballzdeep1961

She knew he was peeping her and jacking off. He tried to stay quiet, but she could hear his gasps and grunts, especially when he came. He looked at her through a small hole drilled in the bathroom wall. She enjoyed putting on little shows for him, teasing him, then giving him that perfect shot of her that made him blast his load, his grunts louder than he thought they were.

Then she would invite him to watch TV with her, imagining his cock rigid and spurting hot jets of cum as he dreamed of being inside of her tight 20-year-old pussy as he emptied his balls to her nude body in his bedroom next to the bathroom. She wore a t-shirt and no bra and a thong, making a point of stretching her legs and letting her t-shirt ride up her slender brown legs. Her nipples would harden and become easily visible, her 32C breasts loose under thin cotton. They were firm and full and white against her tan skin, not in need of a bra to remain upright. Sometimes his face would still be slightly flushed from his orgasm as they sat together on the couch, her body freshly washed and lotioned. Sometimes her pussy was freshly shaved, every black hair neatly removed from the fat lips of her innie pussy. Read more »

She did not know how skilled a stalker I am, or what I do to women who anger me. She found out.

She said she liked my writing and wanted to get to know me. That as a 25-year-old she loved older men in their 60s. What she really loved was attention. She said she wanted to write together, then wrote very little. She said she loved nudes, and I thought she meant this went both ways. It did not. As with everything, it was about what she could get while giving next to nothing except bullshit stories and excuses and boring interactions.

We parted ways. Or so she thought. I found the school where she taught. The grade level. The classroom. She looked so innocent when she was teaching her little students. Almost like a pixie. Floating about her room smiling and laughing like an innocent little angel. Driving home to the condo she shared with friends. Plenty of male friends. Most near her age. A few older men who were obviously paying her. She loved those older men like me, didn’t she? Read more »

“You knew there would be a price to pay.”

His calm, even tone made what he said even more frightening to her than the words he spoke. Out of pure instinct she pulled the short black skirt further down her shapely legs. Fear mixed with an excitement that she wanted to tell herself was disgusting, but she knew it was not disgusting to her. There was a small tingle working its way through her young body and finding its center in her pussy. Deep within her was a place that wanted a powerful man to control her sexually.

“Wha-at price?” She did not know exactly what his words meant, but she understood their essence. Yet, she felt the need to play innocent. To make whatever happened tonight his responsibility. His choice. His will being imposed upon her. His domination and violation of her mind and body and soul. A small flame quivered inside of her, warming her smoothly shaved pussy that lay snug beneath her black silk panties, which were slightly moist and sticking to her pussy lips.

“Get on your knees.”

“Do what?”

“Knees.Now.” Read more »

I met my step-father on my nineteenth birthday. He was 45 at the time, and fit–very fit, for a man his age. Broad shoulders and powerful forearms. Big, strong hands. A nice bulge in his pants. And from the sounds my mom made that night, very good in bed.

“Oh, god, fuck me Max! Fuck me hard! Yes! Like that baby. Fuck my pussy.”

Jesus, what was he doing to her? Was his cock a log or something? I moved outside of their bedroom to have a closer listen. Damn, that bed was taking a beating. Box springs squeaking and headboard banging.

“Fuck my pussy! Shit! Oh god! Yes!”

Then Max began to get noisy. “Take that thick cock. Take it to my balls. Fuck yes!”

I wondered what position they were in. The bedroom door was slightly open. I took a risk and pushed it open a bit more. He was pounding her in missionary. Her legs were spread wide. His cock was like a thick veiny piston as he hammered balls deep stroke after stroke. God, it was fucking big! I loved watching his big heavy balls slap loudly against my mom’s pale asscheeks. His cock was like a pistoning tube of flesh, stretching my mom’s pussy with each powerful thrust. I was so jealous! His back and his ass were muscular and they rippled in rhythm as he fucked, his asscheeks especially fun to watch as they flexed and undulated as he drove his cock home. He could fuck! Read more »

Late afternoon was fading into twilight as she sat alone on a bench in the park, crying softly to herself, green eyes filled with tears that flowed down her face as her curly blonde hair partially obscured it. In the short space of a week she had lost her job and her apartment and she was terrified. In all of her 23 years it had never been anything like this. Alone and penniless and now homeless in a large, and now frightening city. Her old landlord had actually smirked at her as she begged for an extension. He was fat and cruel and he rubbed a pudgy hand on his crotch and winked a beady eye at her. She ran away and nearly vomited in an alley. Then she stumbled numbly until she was sitting on a bench in a park and beginning to panic. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It had all been so exciting and promising when she settled into her apartment after taking a job right out of college, living on her own for the first time, and in a place much larger and busier than the small town she was born and raised in. She didn’t even have her phone, as she had left it on the table in front of the couch in the living room of her apartment when she ran from the sickening offer her old landlord had made. She couldn’t get the sound.of his perverse little cackle out of her mind. Why had this happened to her?