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She is not my cousin [MF] Part 2
*** Bare with me on this one. It will be Part 3 we’re we get into what turned her into Monster’s slave.”***
So the next few days really messed with me. I knew what we did was ok. It felt so comfortable being with El that way. I wanted to talk to her about what had happened, but I never felt it was the right time. I wondered if it was her “I just a needed distraction” moment.
Visualization of myself: divorced, single 30 year old military male with brown curly hair and mischievous eyes. My eyes change between dark green to grey-blue depending on my mood, 5’6” with a athletic/ wrestlers build, a smile that is big and bright, average sized 6” cock, and an intellect that is highly analytical with a introverted personality that edges on extroverted and vivacious when with a date. I have a ‘harem’ of women (as one of my dates whom I see frequently calls them) that I cycle through bi-weekly, and am always looking to add to and date, get to know and fuck on a regular basis. Names always changed to provide anonymity.
I went to college a bit later in life and was a sexually frustrated 25 year old. I still hadn’t had sexual intercourse and was waiting out till marriage….though I had experienced oral sex. Several of the girlfriends / partners i played with did not want to take my virginity, but more than willing to sate our sexual desires through oral sex. Thus for the past three years I learned how to make women cum using my fingers, mouth and tongue to make them cum multiple times. Still to this day I am complimented on my fingering skills and said to have the ‘magic touch’.
Lately I’ve been absolutely crammed with uni and work, to the point I’ve felt like I’ve had no life. Deciding I needed something to lift my mood, I jumped back on the tinder train. It’s not something I’ve used massively, both myself and my partner agree that there’s the potential for dangerous situations to arise, however given the dire funk I was in, I felt needs must.
After a few days of swiping, chatting and feeling like this was going to end in a big fat nothing, I matched a good looking guy, who I somewhat recognised. A quick FB stalk later, and I saw we had a few mutuals, so I decided to be bold and struck up a conversation. He was laid back, funny, and didn’t show any signs of being a sociopath, so I thought ‘what the hell?’ I gave him an invite to come over, which he was more than happy to accept.
Preface: Names, dates, and locations have been changed but what happened is 100% true. This story ended up being longer than I intended so buckle up.——-
My name is Sean. My wife, Tia, and I have been married for a few years and everything has been great. However, two years ago, she was injured and intimacy has been impossible because of the pain it causes her. I never had a high sex drive until I met her 9 years ago and it is still high while not having an outlet. I have tried taking care of it myself 2-3 times a day and it’s still not enough to satisfy which leads to this.
Fast forward to mid October last year, I was sent to Indianapolis for a week for training by my job. After a day I was really lonely and horny so I decided to get on a site known for hookups. After chatting with some that turned out to be scammers, I chatted with Kylie. She has a boyfriend but is not a fan of him and was looking for the same thing I was. We chatted for a bit and decided to meet up at my hotel room Wednesday night. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen and partly didn’t think it would.
Call me greedy if you like, but I just absolutely love having my holes full, and I’ve challenged myself to have at least one hole stuffed every day this month. This basically came about in conversation with a particularly kinky friend when we were hella drunk one night. I suggested it might be a fun thing to do, and he challenged me to it!
I’m no stranger to using my holes, but I’ve never gone for an entire month with something inside me. As a rule I don’t have to be stuffed 24/7 for health reasons, but I have to have something inside one of my holes for at least 4 hours a day.
So far, I’ve had a plug in my ass every day this month, and been double stuffed with another toy for 6, so not too bad I think. I’m mostly stuffing myself in the evenings, as it’s a lot easier, though this weekend, I’m intending to keep a set of Ben wa balls in while I’m out shopping, maybe a plug too, we’ll see.
See first post..
I lay back on the bed as instructed. By now I’m a little tired and pretty much at his mercy.
He scoops under my legs with his strong arms and pulls me towards the edge of the bed, kissing my pussy once more, I’m getting louder moaning and not really knowing what to do with myself.
I’m so sensitive by now but I want everything he has to offer, I’m.not foing to pull away or use my safe word one bit.
He comes up, kissing me. Scooping me up into his hands. His dick just slips in as soon as it’s near, as always he is gentle at first. He knows his size and how I need to stretch out. I curl my legs round his bum and give him the go ahead to fuck me, pushing my heels into his hum and looking into his eyes. Begging him to fuck me. I want to feel every inch, I want his cum inside me. The tease is insane. He cant possibly come in me, I’m not on any birth control and he could impregnate me at any moment if he loses control. It’s so fucking Hot. I repeat “please come in me” he bangs harder knowing im the ultimate risk taker.
Lifting my legs above his head, fucking me harder and harder. I can feel the rub on my g spot as he angles just the right amount. Uncontrollable kissing and sweaty fucking. We need to break.
My nephew is a miracle child. My wife’s sister and her husband were told they could not have kids. To keep any bitterness from creeping in their relationship, they ask the doctor not to tell them who it was that was the issue. Although issues ran in her family. As a matter of fact, my wife is unable to have children. I have always felt kind of short changed over it. I know it isn’t her fault but I do have bitterness toward the situation.
When they got the news they couldn’t conceive, they immediately were drawn to hang with us. My sister in law, We will call her Katie was here all the time. Todd, her husband worked at the fire department and was gone most of the time. My wife was a nurse and spent 3 days on and 4 days off. I worked from home and Katie worked retail with all over the place hours.
Over the months following the news, Todd became very distant and blamed Katie for the problem. He worked all the time (at least that is what he told her) but in reality he was just getting away from Katie. Later it would be revealed he had an affair during this time.
Hey I am here to share the anatomy of a slut. I think this is important as it shows how this subset of people think of themselves. This is based off of myself so probable is not true for most other sluts but hey at least I am trying.
Well here is some reference for what I look like. [https://i.redd.it/zmtku770oin21.jpg](https://i.redd.it/zmtku770oin21.jpg) [https://i.redd.it/x2cjl51mdvc31.jpg](https://i.redd.it/x2cjl51mdvc31.jpg) note these pics are not acuuly of me but they are close enough that I had to go back over my personal instagram to make sure they are not mine. And for background I am a stripper and part-time prostitute but before I started either job I had a body count of about 50. So here we go.
Staring at the bottom you will find the feet. Now you will usually find a slut in some high heels or sandals. This is done to attract a mate to fuck us hard in the ass. The heels are used to push out out tits and ass witch is why they are favoured. A real slut will have also tried to give a footjob on more than one occasion. But a rare kind of slut will actually be able to perform a footjob with the ability to make the partner cum. I myself fall into the first inferior class as I get cramps in my feet when I do it.
I went hiking since we had some warmer weather recently. While I was in the forest all alone I thought about touching myself out there. I tried, but I couldn’t get the naughty feeling out of my head, so I found myself a nice comfortable place. I set my backpack on the ground, set up my hammock, and got in it.
I took off my shirt, then making sure I was alone, took off my bra. I played with my breasts for a bit and then slid my leggings off, leaving me naked in my hammock.
I laid back, spread my legs and started to touch my pussy. I rubbed my clit, and teased my lips until I couldn’t stand it and I jammed 2 of my fingers inside me. With my fingers inside me, I reached up with my free hand and started to touch my breasts and pinch my nipples.
It wasn’t long until I started getting really into it, moaning and moving around. And just as quick as it had started, I could feel it ending. I was gasping for air between my moans, I was shaking and my fingers were getting soaked as I orgasmed.
It was one of those days. I was on a late night shift with a male co-worker, the office was completely empty. Just my luck. I was really feeling myself that day, despite wearing casual clothes. Out of complete, sheer-as-my-panties boredom, I had little better to do than flirt with my very attractive male co-worker. The best thing about it was, he always flirted back.
We had never really gone out or anything outside work. Until now it had always been heated glances shared across a room, or chance meetings that resulted in not so innocent make out sessions in the staff room.
*”Wanna have a quickie in the bathroom?”* I asked, straight up and coy. I could see the way he looked at me, and tonight’s late, uneventful shift was the perfect time.
With his just as sly yes, I sashayed my way out and waited for him inside the empty women’s restroom. He would follow in a few minutes, I knew. Not to long after, he found me inside and we started getting busy.
I undid his jeans, sat on the toilet and started sucking him off. The look on his face… how it instantly dissolved into ecstasy… the way he tilted his head back. Holy fucking hell.