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Oh man did I ever pull of the impossible. There is this one guy who I hook up with a lot. I know he is married, and do I give a fuck? Nope. Not only am I fucking him regularly but I fuck a lot of guys regularly. How was I supposed to know I was also fucking his son. His son asked me to come to his house for lunch. He told me that his parents are always asking him when he will get a girlfriend, blah blah blah, and he was sick of it. He asked me if I would go to lunch at his house and pretend to be his steady girlfriend just to get them off his back. I didn’t have anything going on so I accepted. Hey free food is free food.
We had to spend some time together so I could get to know him, sorta like cramming for a test. He came to pick me up, he wasn’t pleased with what I was wearing but tough shit, I wear what I wear. His Mom opened the door and gave me the biggest hug, oh boy, I was going to hate this. She grabbed me and took me into their kitchen so that I could help her put the food on the table. This women went all out, I have never seen so much damn food for four people. I heard the door open and I heard my “date” talking to another guy so I assumed it was his Dad.
I was carrying the rolls to the table when his Dad came around the corner, and I started to laugh. He looked like he was going to fucking die right there. If you hadn’t guessed it was the Married guy. I was going to eat dinner with two guys I was fucking who turned out to be related. This was going to be weird, but fun. I played it up by leaning into the son, putting my arm around him, telling funny stories about our times together, all the while the Dad was dead quiet. His wife even asked him if he was feeling ill at one point.
When it was time to leave the Mom gave me another huge hug, and I gave his Dad one. I felt him tense up when I did. The whole thing was fucking funny. As soon as I was out the door I received a text, it was the Dad telling me that he wanted to see me. I told him that I had to fuck his son first, but if he could wait a little bit I could have him come over for sloppy seconds.
You have to take risks, you have to take every opportunity that you can. So when my date asked me to get into his bathtub I was intrigued. He told me to get comfortable so I thought he meant, take off your clothes since we were in the bedroom and he had already gone down on me in his living room. Made perfect sense to me. I was just climbing up onto the bed when he said, “Can you do me a favor? Can you get into the tub?”
I can only imagine what the face I pulled looked like, but he said, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I told him that it was fine. I have picked up guys in bars before and sometimes they have unusual requests when I got back to their place, or to my favorite Motel. This was just a new one. I asked if he wanted me to put my clothes back on. He went over to his dresser and pulled out these leg warmers and asked me to put them on. Uh, was this going to be some 80’s fetish? I didn’t know, but I put them on.
He helped me into his tub, he was already getting hard so I was thinking it was the leg warmers, so I lifted my legs up to give him a better look. He was stroking his cock and looking at my legs. Just so you know, holding your legs up in the air while you are in a tub is a bit uncomfortable on your tailbone. I went to put my legs down for just a second to adjust my position and he grabbed my feet, stepped into the tub, then pressed his cock between my insteps. He started to hump my feet, I was trying not to bang my head on the rim of the tub. Then, without warning, he came all over my face. Okay. If that is what you were into that’s great, but warn a bitch next time.
I went to wipe it off and he stopped me, he pulled one of the leg warms off my right leg then wiped off the cum with it. He then wiped off his cock, then slipped it back onto my leg. I wasn’t sure if I should move or what. He held his hand out to me and I stood up. We did this over and over again, and to be honest I was getting seriously pissed because he just kept cumming on my face then wiping it off, all the while my pussy is being neglected! Not fair if you ask me. Not at all. I finally said that I had to go, he said okay, but he wanted to do one more thing. Finally, I was going to have some dick in my cunt … Nope! He sat me down on the bed and told me to make him suck the cum off the leg warmer, and to be stern about it.
I left shortly afterward, he asked me if he could call me. I said, “No.” Then left. It wasn’t because of his fetish, it was because he didn’t pay any attention to my juicy fuckable pussy. When I got home I broke out some toys and had to do it myself. I think it was pretty shitty of him to leave me hanging like that, I seriously had a case of blue balls and I do not even have balls, so you know it was bad.
What up bitches?!? You will never guess what happened to me last night. I think it is pretty fucking funny because apparently I need “saving”. First of all I have to give you a very short backstory. On occasion I hook up with a Minister’s son. Wow, shortest short backstory ever. We have been fucking off and on for a couple of years. I do it not because he is gifted in the cock department it is simply because I hate his Father. I hate what he stands for, I hate how he thinks he is better than the people in our neighborhood, I hate how he looks down at the homeless, I hate that he isn’t Christian like in the least. Neither am I, but I don’t say I am then act in a different way. The man is a fucking hypocrite.
His son is good looking though, so it makes up for the cock situation. I usually go for very large dicks, but in this case I have made an acceptation based solely on principle. There we were, in his Dad’s bed, fucking away, we never heard his Dad come home. Next thing the door was kicked open. He rushed in, grabbed his son, yanked him off of me, then tossed my clothes at me, and hauled his son out of the room. I took a few pics, and sent them to his son. I heard good ole Holy Dad yelling asking his son what he was looking at on his phone.
Then I heard him yelling again but this time he was coming back down the hall toward his bedroom. I put my phone down and calmly started to get dressed. He came in, looked at me, I smiled and blew him a kiss. He called me a slut, a sex demon who was tempting his son. A sex demon? I sorta liked that. I am pretty sure that I wasn’t just tempting his son, since Mr. Holy’s cock was clearly getting hard.
He told me that I needed Jesus in my life, that I need to be saved from myself. He was angry that we were having sex in his bed, but he was more angry about the fact that our souls were in jeopardy. What a load of shit. He didn’t care about our soul, he was fucking jealous that his son was fucking my hot cunt and not him. His cock was getting harder and harder. I started to laugh a little bit, which just made him angrier. Then it really got funny. His face was so red, he started yelling louder. I told him to just calm the fuck down, I would leave.
As I was walking by his son I stopped to kiss him deeply and grope his cock through his boxers. His Dad started to yell all over again. I walked out the door knowing that if I wanted I could fuck the Dad. Maybe I should, maybe I should put his soul in jeopardy too, I might as well have some company in hell, apparently that is where I will be going.
Being fisted fucking hurts! For a few minutes that is, then you get accustomed to it. When the person who does it doesn’t give you any warning that is a whole other story. I was with this guy I met on Tinder, because we all know that Tinder is just for hooking up, and if you don’t and you are trying to find the love of your life on it, then boy are you in for a huge surprise.
His name was Calvin, or Damion, or Cameron, his name isn’t important. What is important is that we were fucking. The dude really knew his stuff. He went from being all tender to being a fuck monster off and on all night. He had just fucked me in the ass and I was reaching for my water bottle so that I could rehydrate, when I felt all four of his fingers try to slip into my ass. He pushed so fucking hard. I actually lost my breath for a second. I turned my head around and told him that he wanted to do that he would have to wait a few minutes. He took his fingers back out, slapped my ass then laid down next to me.
I asked him what the hell that was all about, because I would of done anything he wanted, he didn’t have to surprise me like that. He said he was sorry, but he always wanted to try fisting someone and was caught up in all the sex, so he thought he would go for it. He said nobody would ever let him try, I told him no wonder if that is how you go about it, just flip someone over and bang your fist into their ass, they might just get a little upset.
I told him that he would need lube and then he would need to listen to my instructions because if he did that again I was going to chew his dick off. He left to go get some as I waited. When he got back he was already hard. He stripped, then got on the bed with the lube. I got on all fours again and told him to first, lube up my ass, and go slow. After I was relaxed, I told him to lube up his hand. I had him go slow, first fingers, then tuck in the thumb, press in, slowly pull his fingers toward the palm of his hand, then let his thumb out, then push with steady pressure. He came right away. We tried again after about thirty minutes, this time he lasted for a longer time. We did it a few more times and I have to say he really enjoyed himself. I might have to try to find him again, I gave him my number but it really wasn’t my number, it was a made up one.
I get in these moods. Where the cum that I get just isn’t enough. Do you know that at one point I was on this self help kick where I actually tried to sort myself out? Yeah, went to meetings and every thing. Only lasted a few days because I came to realize that I wasn’t broken to begin with. I just love cock and cum, big fucking deal.
I learned something new, and I think that I am going to do it more and more. Just another thing to add to my many addictions. I was at a party last night, a lot of lean was in effect, I love that shit. There we were drinking, one by one people started to leave, I was going to head out too when Joey grabbed me and asked me to stay. I thought that was weird since Joey can’t stand me. I stayed anyway if nothing more than to irritate him with my presence.
Eventually it was just the two of us. He asked me if I could do him a favor. I said no. He used the word ‘please’, I bet that hurt him deeply. I gave in after about one hour of drinking more and him not shutting up. I asked him what he needed. He told me that he promised someone that he owes money too that he could find a girl who was freaky. I raised my hand, because that was me.
There I was in some random guy’s apartment with Joey. They were talking in another room while I sat there, just looking around. They came back, I was told to lay down, I did, I was told to stay, like a fucking pet. I see this other guy give Joey a handshake and the fucker leaves. Okay, right, sure, just fucking leave me. I am thinking this is stupid, so I get up and go to walk out and this other guy says, “I hear you love cum.” I turned right back around and went and sat down.
Here was the deal, dude has a fetish. He pays guys to cum in condoms then he gets off watching girls drink and suck the cum from them while he masturbates. Hey whatever, I was wondering how the hell he could have cum in condoms. I mean that shit dries up, it isn’t wet after a bit. He says that I don’t have to worry about that, he can get fresh cum in condoms otherwise I was right, it wouldn’t work. I went back that night, and dude had so many god damned condoms. All I had to do was get the cum out of the condom. I have to say it was pretty damn fun. I didn’t care who the cum was from, I didn’t care what it tasted like, and I didn’t care that he gave me his own cum filled condom after he came the first time.
I was there for a few hours, once in a while this guy would come in the apartment and leave a cooler then leave again. Dude just texted him again when he needed more filled condoms. I started to laugh at one point because I had this quick image of all these cocks hooked up to one of those milking machines just so this guy could bust a nut. Anyway, I had a great time, he had a great time, and I have a new kink. Thank you Joey.
People can be such douches. Yes I dress slutty, yes I am very promiscuous, but fucking hell do not judge me. A few doors down from me lives this old pain in the ass couple. They saw me a few days ago and told me that they were going to call the cops. They did too. I wasn’t even doing anything, I was just walking home. That old bitch was saying that people like me only brought drugs, crime, and scum into their neighborhood, well yeah, but at that moment I was doing none of those things. The cops rolled up, called me over to their car; yes they know my name; I went over there and told them that I was just walking home. They sent me on my way while they went to have a talk with Mr. and Mrs. Bitchy.
That wasn’t the only time they called the cops on me. Five fucking times, Five! For walking down the damn side walk. At first I was going to let it go, they are old, crazy old, you can’t fight crazy. That fifth time though, that pissed me right off. I decided that something needed to be done. No, I wasn’t going to fuck the old man, he is really old, I mean reaaaally old! No thank you. Turns out they have a lot of grands. As a matter of fact one of them are just a little bit older than me. I remember seeing him and his basic bitch wife at the old bat’s house.
They are there every Thursday evening for a family dinner. There have to be at least thirteen cars there. I waited until the one that I was targeting showed up. As I was walking by I stared right at him, he kept looking at me and I smiled. He smiled back so I blew him a kiss. He looked nervous, then he helped his wifey into the house. I stood across the street watching every one through the bay window. The grand that I blew the kiss too, kept looking out the window at me, I would lift my skirt up to show my pussy, or open my jacket to show him one of my tits. This went on for a pretty long time.
I was ready to leave, I was thinking that this wasn’t going to work, then I saw him come out the door. He waved to me to move away from where I was standing, so I did. I started to walk toward the house, his eyes got really big, I sat on the hood of his car and spread my legs. He came toward me, I laid back, spread my legs wider then started to finger myself. He was walking much faster now. When he got to me I quickly grabbed him and pulled him onto me. He was hard, but his pants were still on. I could see the front door start to open, I grabbed him by his hair and roughly shoved his head down between my legs, he was just about to start licking and his wife yelled.
I jumped off the hood of the car, and smoothed down my skirt. I winked at him, then kissed him. Now most of the family was on the porch watching, the old bitch made her way to the front then started to come toward us, yelling that he should get away “from the slut from the wrong side of the tracks”. Lady doesn’t realize that we live on the same damn street. When she got to us she pulled him away from me. She told me to get off her property, I told her that if she ever called the cops on me again, I would fuck her whole family, one by one, male, female, young, old, and then I would make sure there were pictures taken of each fuck session and I would post them all over our street. She looked like I kicked her in the gut.
I walked away singing. She walked way looking mortified. I wonder how that ride home was for that guy and his wife.