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My First Threesome [MMF]

This story happened 5 years ago, I was 22. at the age of 16 I learned what swing is and what a sex wife is, I have not had a girl for a very long time and as a teenager I very often visited all sorts of Internet forums devoted to the topic of swingers.
I never got into conversations, I just read, I looked at the photo.
when I was 18 I created a profile on one resource for swingers. I pointed out that I’m a guy, age, weight, height and where I live. my page was not popular, no one wrote to me, I myself also did not enter into any conversations.
and only after 4 years I received a message from one couple. I was very lucky that I noticed this message very quickly, I answered them. we asked for a show on Skype, they asked me to show them my dick, they asked me if I had any experience of such meetings (I honestly said – I never had anything like that, but I did not tell them, that I’m a virgin).
also they asked if I could do cunnilingus to a girl when her husband fucks her. it was a very strange question, but I pretended that nothing was wrong and said that I could hardly do it.
they asked me to come to their home. it was a very rapid development of events – our correspondence, video communication took no more than 15 minutes. for me it was very fast. I did not know what to do. it was already around midnight and I was afraid to go somewhere, alone … my heart was beating wildly, but I wanted it fucking crazy.
on many forums I read messages that you should come to such meetings with a gift, but most of the shops are closed, and what gift is needed? What should I buy? and they also asked me to come to them faster so as not to disturb their little child.
I decided and I went. in half an hour I was already next to their apartment. I took out a package of condoms from my car kit and called them up.
I was met by a guy, he was young, 5 years older than me.
he brought me to their apartment, introduced me to a girl. the girl was dressed in a light robe, I thought that my heart would explode. it was very hot. they seemed like a nice couple to me. I said that I wanted to buy a gift, but due to the fact that very late I could not buy anything. they do not seem to be upset. we three went into the living room and closed the door, they told me to try not to make noise. in the next room a one-year-old is sleeping.
the girl very quickly took off her robe, and naked lay on the bed. I began to undress with my husband.
I did not know where to start, there were no clues … we approached her alone, and she picked up two dicks … she started to suck my first, then took a cock in her husband’s mouth … it was my first blow job. I started to touch her for the boobs, then when she sucked her husband’s cock, I sank to the floor and began to lick her pussy – this I did too for the first time – I did not know if I had the courage to do it, and I had enough. I was very worried. but I tried, I tapped her clitoris with her tongue. she sucked a member of her husband. the beginning was good.
at one point the three of us were on the bed and her husband was fucking, she asked my dick to be in her mouth.
I liked everything, I was almost not afraid.
I was afraid that I would not have an erection, but my cock was just huge and he was in her mouth.
after five minutes her husband offered to swap places, I put on the prezirvativ and inserted a member in her pussy. I started to fuck her. the funniest thing is that I practically did not feel anything … my cock inside, but in my thoughts I imagined it all quite different … I even thought that maybe it’s because of the fact that she has a wide pussy for my member. I fucked her for about 10 minutes, we changed poses, I can not say that I did well, but after 10 minutes I realized that I was tired … we were all tired … her husband had cum on her tits, and I did not I could not do it … I hardly felt anything.
my cock felt nothing. I decided that I would end only if I masturbate. I pulled my dick out of her pussy and after a minute cumming it on her ass.
as it seemed to me everything was going well, but our meeting was not very good.
everyone was tired, but mostly I got pleasure. I lost my virginity by fucking someone else’s wife with her husband. it was cool.
I waited for me to write again this couple, but they did not write. Six months later I wrote to them myself, they answered that they do not remember me.
a couple of years later I had a girlfriend.
I never told her about it.
I still have problems with sensations. it turned out that for a very long time I had masturbated in my life and for my dick nothing is better than my hand. when I have sex I can never cum in pussy, I need to masturbate. I sometimes think that maybe I will have problems with conceiving a child.
I like sex. I like swing, but I do not know if it will ever be in my life. we have fantasies about group sex, but it’s only fantasy.
I have a secret and my girl does not know about him, but you know.

HotFlashes–Squaring Up: Starring the Serafems! [mf] [oral] [clothed sex] [drunk sex] [angry sex] [fantasy]

“Look, it’s getting late. I’m tired, and you scared off my chances of getting laid. So, unless you’re going to suck me off, go back to your friends and leave me alone.”

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“You sucking me off? No, you’re probably terrible.”

Ignis gave a long scoff.

“I’m great at everything. Including that.”

“I doubt it. Took you forty-five minutes to get out of a snare.”

“That’s different. These are two different things.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

He turned and started down the hallway.

“They are!”

“Whatever you say.”

“Fuck you, I can do anything.” She rested against the wall.

“Yep.”

“Oh, you bastard. I’ll show you!”

Pulling herself to her feet, she came from behind, gripping his shoulder and turning him around. Pushing him against the wall, she dropped to her knees.

“Ow,” she grumbled.

Fumbling with his belt, she tore his pants open and pulled him out, still soft.

“What? You’re not even halfway? Fine, be difficult.”

“Uh?”

She took him into her mouth, his body freshly shaved and smelling of soap. After a few pulls, she could feel him beginning to stiffen, each pump of his heart bringing him closer to his full size. Read more »

[Fmm] The Tutor pt. 5

Chapter 5
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Alicia sat at an empty table in the crowded campus food court. A plain salad wasn’t something she usually ate for lunch, but the threat of being discovered having sex with Adam and Carlos made her stomach ache. She’d skipped breakfast as well. All night long, dreams of being arrested and taken to jail disrupted her sleep after she got back to the dorm. But the insane chemistry they’d shared the night before left her craving more, despite the risk.

Out of the corner of her eye, Alicia saw Megan enter the food court and glance around. Then her eyes stopped on Alicia.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Megan demanded after stomping up to the table.

She pretended she didn’t know what Megan meant. “I thought I’d eat my lunch?”

“You could be arrested!”

“Nope, I paid for it,” Alicia deflected and lifted the receipt off the tray to wave around.

“I’m serious,” Megan hissed as she sat across from Alicia, then began to shout-whisper. “Adam Morris? We both fucking babysat him! Jeez, I used to build those race car tracks with him all over the living room.” Read more »

The IT Guy Who Services Pussy [mF][pros.][oral](x-post)

I pulled up in front of the modest two story stucco home in an arid suburb south of Scottsdale’s city core and rechecked the given address before putting the car in park. Dressed inconspicuously in my Geek Squad type uniform of a navy blue polo shirt, khakis, and topsiders, and with my IT service bag in hand, I stepped out of my car into the blazing Arizona heat. I walked up a meandering pathway through a rock and cactus garden to the front door and rang the doorbell. I’ve never met Mrs. Pelley. Lord, I hope she’s fuckable.

The lock snapped open and a woman of average height who looked to be in her early 40’s opened the door. She had caramel brown hair with honey blonde highlights that framed her heart shaped face. Sultry green eyes, a pouty lower lip, dressed in a white tank top, pink sweat pants and bejeweled flip flops; yeah she was fuckable. She was curvy but toned with big boobs and a Botoxed face. Most of my clients have the same attributes as though having a Botox is a requirement to be a member of the same country club as their friend and my pimp, Suzanne Murphy. Read more »

[M]y Wi[F]e Lucy and I [F]uck Our Redheaded Sex Slave.

Hi back again with other story for you guys, since my last story Lucy has been practising her blowjob skills on me almost daily. A hell of a change from 6 months ago when I would be lucky to get one once a year. Her and Siobhan have also become quite close, texting, chatting non stop and even meeting for coffee last week. During one of these conversations Siobhan confessed that one of her fantasy was to be used and abused as a sex slave, Lucy loved the idea and asked me what I thought of it. I jumped at the idea and told her to organise it for next time we are all free and the kids are gone. Read more »

Small chested female accountant forced to wear severely painful and near-debilitating nip clamps all day.. because if she takes them off, her sentient talking nipples are able to tell everyone that she is embezzling money from Whole Foods Corporate. [F][bdsm][fantasy]

It started as necessity, when her bank account reached the 6th digit whatever gypsy curse the board had paid for finally kicked in. It was horrifying for her to watch her nipples open up and speak, but even more horrifying was them screaming about her crimes whenever anyone way near.

She bolted out of work and called in sick the next day as she waited for her overnight delivery and spent most of the day experimenting with how to get them to work for her.

The clamps were wide, and clung tightly to her breast, barely poking outwards at all, and with the miniature vise design she was sure they would solve her problems. The first day it took her almost an hour to get the first one on, her nipple screaming its tiny magical lungs out as she turned the small attachable handle again and again. The vise’s grip tightened more and more with every turn and slowly the sound of her tattletale nipple quieted, only for it to be replaced with her own pained whimpers. Read more »

Shoe Slut 3

I couldn’t take them off. They had caught my eye as I walked past a designer shoe store in the mall. It was so innocent, I had gone to pick up a parcel for my mother and there they were. It couldn’t hurt to try them on, could it? They were incredible. The pink matte surface was clean and looked perfect with my skin tone, I just couldn’t resist. The six inch heels made my calves stand out beautifully, my legs looked like a supermodel and my posture made my ass so round and perky. The two inch platforms gave me the height I had always wanted. The cute peep toes revealed my beautifully french pedicured toenails. There was nothing about this pair of heavenly shoes that wasn’t perfect.
I must have tried them on for over half an hour in the store, the girl behind the counter had asked me twice if I needed assistant and I just brushed her off and admired my lovely feet. I sat for a few more moments, debating internally with myself. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to have them and as I stared at the nearly thousand dollar price tag I realized what I would have to do.
‘Bill…I need to talk to you.’ I texted him and hit send with my teeth grinding from nervousness. I tapped the toes of the Lady Peeps against the tile floor nervously as I awaited his reply. Finally after about five painful minutes of waiting, I heard the familiar ding sound from my phone.
‘I’m listening.’ Came his response.
‘I found this gorgeous pair of shoes! They’re just beautiful and, well here let me show them to you.’ I replied. I snapped a picture of my feet in the shoes and sent the picture to Bill.
‘How much’ was his only comment. I typed in the price and sat silently with my thumb over the ‘send’ button. I knew that if he bought me these shoes I would owe him. They were the most expensive pair I had come across and I was afraid of what he would want in return for such an extravagant gift. After a few anxious moments I sent the price and immediately my phone sounded.
‘Put it on my credit card Kendal. Once you have them, come on over to my place.’ My God. What did he want from me? I removed the shoes and placed them gingerly into their box. I walked with them to the encounter and gave the girl his credit card number from memory as I responded to his generous reply.
‘What do I have to do? I mean…what do you want from me for this?’ No Response. My feet were itching in my old, worn out flats, just begging to return to their Pink Patent home. They deserved this, they needed it. I finished the transaction and made my way to my car in the mall parking lot, the most fabulous shoes locked up in their box in a plastic bag hanging from my wrist. My mind was racing with possibilities. What did he want me to do for these shoes? What would I have to reduce myself to for the gift of beautiful feet? These were very expensive, more so than any other pair he had bought me so far. He must want something more than just pictures this time, but what? I was filled with fear, curiosity and intrigue.
I arrived at Bill’s house and shuffled my way to the door. Anxiety made my cheeks as pink as my new shoes. I knocked on the front door and my stomach turned as Bill opened the door and gestured me inside. I sheepishly entered and began walking towards the couch when Bill stopped me. He grasped my hand and without a word he led me to the bedroom. I followed instinctively and we sat on the bed together, Bill fishing through my shopping bag and pulling out the shoes that had brought me here.
Bill knelt in front of me and placed the Lady Peeps over my aching arches. They felt like tall pink clouds hugging my toes. I gasped as he ran his hands up my smooth legs and spread my knees apart. He slipped his fingers underneath my denim shorts and grazed my moistened panties. I flinched and tried to push his hands away.
“Bill, I just can’t do that again, I was so…ashamed after the last time. I just dont think I can bring myself to do that again. I’ll Do anything to pay you back…pictures, cleaning, I just don’t want to do anything sexual. Please Bill…” I pleaded, clenching my knees together. His sweet smile turned into an evil smirk and he pushed me back on the bed. Before I could protest he grabbed onto the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, my panties coming off with them. He yanked my shorts from around my feet, shoes still curved perfectly around my heels. He tossed my bottoms across the room and I was left laying on his bed on my back, naked pussy dripping onto his comforter.
“Bill, no, please I just don’t think I can do this again!” I protested. Bill stood at the end of the bed and looked down at my helpless, half naked body as he dropped his pants. I felt like such a toy. My cunt was aching and ready, though I didn’t want to admit it. Bill grabbed my legs and lifted my feet in front of his face. He caressed the firm pink shells that surrounded my feet and rotated my ankles, showing me what he had given me. I inhaled sharply as I was reminded of what I was working for. As my eyes focuses on the Barbie heels that I so adored, Bill entered me. But, it wasn’t my gushing pussy that he was interested in.
I felt his thick, hard manhood push hard against my tight ass hole unexpectedly. I gasped and clenched every muscle in my body, letting out a surprised yelp as I tried to push him away.
“Bill! No, you know I can’t do anal!” I shouted, trying to squirm backwards away from him. It was no use, he held my legs up with one hand wrapped around my ankles, and the other hand gripped onto my hip and thrusted again into me.
“Ha!” He laughed at my pain “a thousand fucking dollars for these and you actually think you have a say in the matter? Haha I’ll fuck any hole I want and you will fucking like it, slut!”
Pain shot through me like a knife stabbing through flesh. Searing pain radiated through me as he penetrated my taught, dry hole. He didn’t care about my begging or my screams of pain, he pressed himself against my firm ass and pushed further. Deeper. I howled and groaned, teeth clenched and white knuckles clasped around his hands trying to pry him away. It was no use. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.
“Bill! Please!” I screamed, trying to fight him away but weakened from the stinging pain. Tears welled in my eyes and my dry throat cracked and I sobbed. He gripped my thighs and pounded my aching ass hole without a single thought to my discomfort and fear. He groaned and moaned in pleasure as he humped my ass, his dry cock rubbing against my burning skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the hard soles of my shoes. His jaw was tight and his teeth were grinding together as he came closer and closer to climax. I was horrified, afraid, friction swelling my anus.
“Mm shit girl, you love being my dirty little cum whore don’t you? You know these shoes are worth it, you love being just a hole for me to blow my load in because that’s all you’re good for!” He laughed as he thrusted hard, his balls slapping against my ass.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, I thought that all I had wanted was a pair of shoes but a pat of me knew that I had wanted this. A part of me know that all I was in this world was a hole for him to cum in. I was a slut, a whore, a prostitute to be used and abused and raped and then thrown away. I was just a set of holes for him to fuck and then toss aside, a plaything. As dry and painful as it felt, my oussy still gushed at the idea of being his fuck toy. I stared up at my shoes as he raped my stinging ass hole, the sight of them brought me comfort. I closed my eyes and my hands dropped to my side, resting on the bed. I laid still and allowed Bill to use me as a sex toy, not making a sound. I just imagined walking through the streets in my new shoes, the knowing glares of passers by as they watch my tilted stride. They will know what I was, they will know what I did for these shoes. They will know as the cum drips from my ass and down my thighs as I walk, and I will smile.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah Kendal I’m gonna fill that ass up!” He grunted, shaking me from my fantasy. I was ready, I wanted it. The pain never let up as his pace quickened but now I welcomed it. I moaned quietly so as not to let him now the pleasure I felt, tears still falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I looked up at Bills red face and as he neared orgasm, the shame crashed over me like a wave meeting the shore. His cruel smile pierced my soul and I couldn’t stand it anymore. No shoes were worth reducing myself to this, how could I be such a filthy whore?
“N-no, Bill no! Oh God please dont I can’t do this! It hurts!” I screamed to him, my fingers grasping at his clenched hands trying to free my legs from his grasp. But it was too late. I was not a woman anymore. I was a shoe slut only meant for his pleasure.
“Oooh shit! Yeah baby take that load like a good little cum dumpster!” He groaned as he released his creamy load deep inside me. I felt his juices gushing out of my raw hole, soaking the bed underneath me. He let out one last moan and then smacked my ass hard as he pulled his softened cock from my stretched sphincter.
I felt his cum dribble from my gaping ass as I laid in shock, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Bill wiped the last drop of cum off of the tip of his cock onto my thigh. He pulled his pants up and smoothed his shirt.
“Clean yourself up and close the door when you leave baby. Text me for your next pair of shoes.” He said, strutting out of the bedroom door.
“I’m not doing this again…” I muttered. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Bill.” My eyes welled with tears, but not from pain, from humiliation. I felt used. But more than that, I felt like less of a person. It killed me how much I enjoyed being held down and fucked like nothing more than an object. I just needed to be strong, to separate myself from all of this. I couldn’t do it again.
I sat up carefully, my aching hole so tender. I sat on the end of the bed in a puddle of cum and sweat and stared at him as he leaned against the door frame.
“Hmm, text me for your next pair, Kendal.” He repeated and turned away, leaving me half naked and alone in his bedroom. I looked down at my pink peeps and sobbed into my hands.
So pretty.

Shoe Slut 3

I couldn’t take them off. They had caught my eye as I walked past a designer shoe store in the mall. It was so innocent, I had gone to pick up a parcel for my mother and there they were. It couldn’t hurt to try them on, could it? They were incredible. The pink matte surface was clean and looked perfect with my skin tone, I just couldn’t resist. The six inch heels made my calves stand out beautifully, my legs looked like a supermodel and my posture made my ass so round and perky. The two inch platforms gave me the height I had always wanted. The cute peep toes revealed my beautifully french pedicured toenails. There was nothing about this pair of heavenly shoes that wasn’t perfect.
I must have tried them on for over half an hour in the store, the girl behind the counter had asked me twice if I needed assistant and I just brushed her off and admired my lovely feet. I sat for a few more moments, debating internally with myself. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to have them and as I stared at the nearly thousand dollar price tag I realized what I would have to do.
‘Bill…I need to talk to you.’ I texted him and hit send with my teeth grinding from nervousness. I tapped the toes of the Lady Peeps against the tile floor nervously as I awaited his reply. Finally after about five painful minutes of waiting, I heard the familiar ding sound from my phone.
‘I’m listening.’ Came his response.
‘I found this gorgeous pair of shoes! They’re just beautiful and, well here let me show them to you.’ I replied. I snapped a picture of my feet in the shoes and sent the picture to Bill.
‘How much’ was his only comment. I typed in the price and sat silently with my thumb over the ‘send’ button. I knew that if he bought me these shoes I would owe him. They were the most expensive pair I had come across and I was afraid of what he would want in return for such an extravagant gift. After a few anxious moments I sent the price and immediately my phone sounded.
‘Put it on my credit card Kendal. Once you have them, come on over to my place.’ My God. What did he want from me? I removed the shoes and placed them gingerly into their box. I walked with them to the encounter and gave the girl his credit card number from memory as I responded to his generous reply.
‘What do I have to do? I mean…what do you want from me for this?’ No Response. My feet were itching in my old, worn out flats, just begging to return to their Pink Patent home. They deserved this, they needed it. I finished the transaction and made my way to my car in the mall parking lot, the most fabulous shoes locked up in their box in a plastic bag hanging from my wrist. My mind was racing with possibilities. What did he want me to do for these shoes? What would I have to reduce myself to for the gift of beautiful feet? These were very expensive, more so than any other pair he had bought me so far. He must want something more than just pictures this time, but what? I was filled with fear, curiosity and intrigue.
I arrived at Bill’s house and shuffled my way to the door. Anxiety made my cheeks as pink as my new shoes. I knocked on the front door and my stomach turned as Bill opened the door and gestured me inside. I sheepishly entered and began walking towards the couch when Bill stopped me. He grasped my hand and without a word he led me to the bedroom. I followed instinctively and we sat on the bed together, Bill fishing through my shopping bag and pulling out the shoes that had brought me here.
Bill knelt in front of me and placed the Lady Peeps over my aching arches. They felt like tall pink clouds hugging my toes. I gasped as he ran his hands up my smooth legs and spread my knees apart. He slipped his fingers underneath my denim shorts and grazed my moistened panties. I flinched and tried to push his hands away.
“Bill, I just can’t do that again, I was so…ashamed after the last time. I just dont think I can bring myself to do that again. I’ll Do anything to pay you back…pictures, cleaning, I just don’t want to do anything sexual. Please Bill…” I pleaded, clenching my knees together. His sweet smile turned into an evil smirk and he pushed me back on the bed. Before I could protest he grabbed onto the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, my panties coming off with them. He yanked my shorts from around my feet, shoes still curved perfectly around my heels. He tossed my bottoms across the room and I was left laying on his bed on my back, naked pussy dripping onto his comforter.
“Bill, no, please I just don’t think I can do this again!” I protested. Bill stood at the end of the bed and looked down at my helpless, half naked body as he dropped his pants. I felt like such a toy. My cunt was aching and ready, though I didn’t want to admit it. Bill grabbed my legs and lifted my feet in front of his face. He caressed the firm pink shells that surrounded my feet and rotated my ankles, showing me what he had given me. I inhaled sharply as I was reminded of what I was working for. As my eyes focuses on the Barbie heels that I so adored, Bill entered me. But, it wasn’t my gushing pussy that he was interested in.
I felt his thick, hard manhood push hard against my tight ass hole unexpectedly. I gasped and clenched every muscle in my body, letting out a surprised yelp as I tried to push him away.
“Bill! No, you know I can’t do anal!” I shouted, trying to squirm backwards away from him. It was no use, he held my legs up with one hand wrapped around my ankles, and the other hand gripped onto my hip and thrusted again into me.
“Ha!” He laughed at my pain “a thousand fucking dollars for these and you actually think you have a say in the matter? Haha I’ll fuck any hole I want and you will fucking like it, slut!”
Pain shot through me like a knife stabbing through flesh. Searing pain radiated through me as he penetrated my taught, dry hole. He didn’t care about my begging or my screams of pain, he pressed himself against my firm ass and pushed further. Deeper. I howled and groaned, teeth clenched and white knuckles clasped around his hands trying to pry him away. It was no use. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.
“Bill! Please!” I screamed, trying to fight him away but weakened from the stinging pain. Tears welled in my eyes and my dry throat cracked and I sobbed. He gripped my thighs and pounded my aching ass hole without a single thought to my discomfort and fear. He groaned and moaned in pleasure as he humped my ass, his dry cock rubbing against my burning skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the hard soles of my shoes. His jaw was tight and his teeth were grinding together as he came closer and closer to climax. I was horrified, afraid, friction swelling my anus.
“Mm shit girl, you love being my dirty little cum whore don’t you? You know these shoes are worth it, you love being just a hole for me to blow my load in because that’s all you’re good for!” He laughed as he thrusted hard, his balls slapping against my ass.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, I thought that all I had wanted was a pair of shoes but a pat of me knew that I had wanted this. A part of me know that all I was in this world was a hole for him to cum in. I was a slut, a whore, a prostitute to be used and abused and raped and then thrown away. I was just a set of holes for him to fuck and then toss aside, a plaything. As dry and painful as it felt, my oussy still gushed at the idea of being his fuck toy. I stared up at my shoes as he raped my stinging ass hole, the sight of them brought me comfort. I closed my eyes and my hands dropped to my side, resting on the bed. I laid still and allowed Bill to use me as a sex toy, not making a sound. I just imagined walking through the streets in my new shoes, the knowing glares of passers by as they watch my tilted stride. They will know what I was, they will know what I did for these shoes. They will know as the cum drips from my ass and down my thighs as I walk, and I will smile.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah Kendal I’m gonna fill that ass up!” He grunted, shaking me from my fantasy. I was ready, I wanted it. The pain never let up as his pace quickened but now I welcomed it. I moaned quietly so as not to let him now the pleasure I felt, tears still falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I looked up at Bills red face and as he neared orgasm, the shame crashed over me like a wave meeting the shore. His cruel smile pierced my soul and I couldn’t stand it anymore. No shoes were worth reducing myself to this, how could I be such a filthy whore?
“N-no, Bill no! Oh God please dont I can’t do this! It hurts!” I screamed to him, my fingers grasping at his clenched hands trying to free my legs from his grasp. But it was too late. I was not a woman anymore. I was a shoe slut only meant for his pleasure.
“Oooh shit! Yeah baby take that load like a good little cum dumpster!” He groaned as he released his creamy load deep inside me. I felt his juices gushing out of my raw hole, soaking the bed underneath me. He let out one last moan and then smacked my ass hard as he pulled his softened cock from my stretched sphincter.
I felt his cum dribble from my gaping ass as I laid in shock, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Bill wiped the last drop of cum off of the tip of his cock onto my thigh. He pulled his pants up and smoothed his shirt.
“Clean yourself up and close the door when you leave baby. Text me for your next pair of shoes.” He said, strutting out of the bedroom door.
“I’m not doing this again…” I muttered. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Bill.” My eyes welled with tears, but not from pain, from humiliation. I felt used. But more than that, I felt like less of a person. It killed me how much I enjoyed being held down and fucked like nothing more than an object. I just needed to be strong, to separate myself from all of this. I couldn’t do it again.
I sat up carefully, my aching hole so tender. I sat on the end of the bed in a puddle of cum and sweat and stared at him as he leaned against the door frame.
“Hmm, text me for your next pair, Kendal.” He repeated and turned away, leaving me half naked and alone in his bedroom. I looked down at my pink peeps and sobbed into my hands.
So pretty.