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After some weeks, he sent a private message. My stomach flipped. I heard horror stories pf guys asking for weird, dangerous stuff. But I was desperate, so I wrote back, He explained what he wanted calmly. He had a fetish for… his own cum. Not in a gross way, he said. He just like the idea of a woman using it, playing with it, and appreciated it. He wanted to send me samples, fresh ones, tested and safe. So I can film myself using them. He said he would pay alot. Like huge funds.

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

*********** Story Titles 365 Nights of Sin Professor beg for cock Double Life, Double Penetration Used by the Boss Stuffed & Stretched: An Asshole Made for His Pleasure Drowning in Raw Desire: A Gangbang at the Penthouse The Gauntlet: One Woman, Five Cocks, No Mercy Total Objectification: The Pussy That Never Says No Gagged & Taken: The Reality of Her Dirty Fantasies Deep Throat Devotion Stretching Her Limits: A Threesome for the Boss’s Wife Used and Abused: My Best Friend’s Massive Cock The Office Gangbang: Four Cocks, One Pussy, No Regrets The Double-Team: Getting Stuffed From Both Ends Her Father’s Enemy: An Affair Paid for in Orgasm Drenched in Semen: The Aftermath of the Gangbang Total

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

He said, and I literally rolled my eyes, as that was a straight-up lie. “The alcohol smell," I said, and he nodded then sat next to me on the bed. “Tell me…” I turned around so that I was now facing him, “the threesome…?” "It was a lie.” He quickly said, “I saw your message.” “Y-you did?” “I want you too.” He didn't even blink saying that. "I've had this fantasy of fucking a heavily pregnant woman and…” “Knowing I'm your brother's wife makes it so fucking hot.” I finished for him, and I wasn't wrong. He nodded his head, agreeing, and fuck, it felt good knowing I wasn't the only one with fucked up thoughts.

"Such a good girl taking me like this. Your ass looks amazing bouncing back." We experimented positions, chasing new heights. Hours passed in bliss—talking about future wishes between orgasms. He wanted more real moments like this. I craved someone who saw beyond the influencer facade. As shadows lengthened, we returned to the shore. Passion reignited under fading light. This time missionary, eyes locked, slow and meaningful at first. Then faster, urgent. "Come with me," he commanded, thumb pressing my sensitive bud. We exploded together, voices mingling in cries. Post-climax cuddles brought deeper chat. He asked about my fantasies. I shared some shyly—being taken outdoors, multiple rounds w

So I decided to personally call them to invite them. First, I contacted our distant cousin, Joharia Rouse. My family had cut her off and started shunning her because she married a white man with a peeing fetish. Her husband, Merrill, gets sexual pleasure from watersports. Watersports that involve sexual acts like ingesting urine or bathing in urine, urinating on another person or items (such as bedwetting) and self-soiling.

It was so good. After this, we did 3 more positions. One was doggy style on the carpet which was so hot, two was cowgirl which I enjoyed, and three was carry fuck. He was carrying me and pounding hard and hard. We were both sweating. This was the only position I squirted in and I squirted a fucking fountain. I usually say that, but this was a crazy amount. We went rapidly fast and I was telling him “I’m gonna cum” and he carried me and laid me on the couch. My head was laid back with my tongue out. Hands on my tits. I was getting ready for my first cumshot. He was stroking so fast and it all just came shooting directly on my nose/mouth and the leftovers were landing on my tits. It was so hot

Felicia smiled, "No, I'm on the pill. No incest babies today. Though...whew, that's a horny thought. Scary as all hell." "I knowww. If I'm lucky enough to be around to see that, if you guys ever do, it'll be like, nine months of me masturbating on the floor like a slut, watching your belly grow." "You have a fetish, Cindy," Felicia said with a smile. "I do." "Is there a story there?" "Yes." No answer was forthcoming.