Forced to Forever

I needed a moment to collect my thoughts and emotions as my swollen pussy begged me to cheat on my husband. As I got closer to the wall, I realized it was not a simple wall. There was a glory hole in this beautiful room. I was invited to a sex party and Whoever had set this party up had set up a glory hole that fit the extravagance of the scene instead of the typical filth that was reminiscent of the classic bathroom glory hole. There was a respectably sized hole, lightly padded on all sides, and on the side away from the party, there was a bench to make the receiver more comfortable. It had cushions and an area for your knees and arms so you could be in doggy style. You could put your pussy or ass right up to the hole so that you could last for hours without ever having to stand. The thought of being filled with cock after cock had me a little weak at the knees. I had always fantasized about having man after man cum deep inside me. I wondered how it worked. Did someone just ge

Misty my best friend was already in the car and looked like she was on the verge of passing out. Slowly, drunkenly she tapped the seat right beside her to let me know to sit right there. My big strong companion sat in the seat beside her. We fell all over each other as our near lifeless bodies collapsed from what each of us had enjoyed that night. At that point, I was looking back on the night like it was a distant memory like it was an extraordinarily vivid dream. As we pulled up to Misty’s apartment, the tall older man was there to walk us to the door. As Misty clumsily fumbled for her keys when she went to open the door, the older gentleman said, “Excuse me, ma’am, I have this for you.” There I saw it, the beautiful golden envelope he placed in my hand as he walked away made me feel like I was flying. It was like someone had given me a breath for the first time, and I could not wait to open theenvelope to find out when the next beautiful person's party was. By the time

Again, she didn't respond but felt a hand move from her right breast and drop to the bikini bottom and slowly push down between the fabric and the skin. „If you won't tell me I will have to find out for myself“, he whispered as his lips brushed my ear. His other handwas still on the hard nipple and she held her breath knowing what he would find. As the finger found the fold and descended, she felt him separate the lips. „Spread your legs for me slut.“ That word again erupted in her ears.Without being conscious of it, her feet moved apart and her legs opened for him.She realized that he had control of her body. He was making her do what he wanted. She hated herself and hated her reaction to him.But she was also becoming highly aroused and knew she had no will to stop this. His voice in her ear was an erotic sexual stimulus. She would never allow her husband to say these vile things to her, but with Sam, she wanted his vulgar words.His finger now moved down and immediately found

„On you knees, Vanessa. I want you to take out my cock and suck it. You want to suck my cock don't you cunt?“ For some reason she were stunned. She thought he was going to play with her. To stimulate her body. Then give her the release she needed so desperately from his big cock. She hadn't even thought about this before. But she had no choice and slowly lowered her in front of him to her knees as her hands undid his belt and zipper and then released his cock in front of her face. She reached up with her right hand but immediately remembered his earlier demand when he told her he wanted to see her left hand with the wedding ring on it wrapped around his cock. Her left hand rose to grasp the fat shaft and to hold it so he could see the ring. Sne looked up at him and said, „Can you see the ring. You wanted to see the ring when my hand was around your cock?“ He smiled down as She felt his hand on the back of your head wrapping his fist in her long blonde hair and pulling h

At the age of twenty-four, I became a new half-brother three months ago. Though I understand that this is natural, being so much older than my new sister still feels odd. My father is 55 years old and married a 38-year-old woman two years ago. To cut to the chase, she gave birth to her child at 40, three months ago. For many, this is unusual, yet it can happen. When I go over to visit them with a newborn, it's still strange. But I'm getting used to it, and hopefully, everything will return to norma ltonight. As I approached my father's house, I took out my key and opened the door, allowing entry. "Hello!" I said in a sort of introduction voice as I walked in,setting my luggage next to the stairwell. "Hey Max," Jackie, my stepmother, said. "In the living room," says the narrator. I was taken aback when I walked into the living room and saw her breastfeeding Lindsey on the couch. I wasn't insulted in the least; I simply wasn't expecting it. She had to have noticed. "I hope