Your modern day suburban kids
-Power is like a drink; only so few can handle it

I'm getting married in less than a month with the girl I met over 10 years ago.

A couple of months ago we got a new girl at work. Looks rather fine, bit crazy, has a boyfriend for the last couple of years. She is 18, i am 28. We could get along. Nothing more.

A couple of weeks ago, i brought her home after work, because she was afraid to go through a tunnel. Ok. Nothing happened.
Two days later i brought her home again. After discussing breastsizes, she claimed to have an F cup. I said i didn't believe her and she told me to feel it. First from the outside of her shirt, but then she lifted her boobs out and told me to really feel it. And so i did. Nothing more, nothing less. She DID have an F cup.

After that there was a lot of innuendo between us. But nothing more.

Last week we had a party with some colleagues. Had dinner with like 20 people and went for a drink afterwards. We were both kinda wasted and i went with her afterwards. Lots of colleagues were still there drinking when we left but noone mentioned us leaving together.

When we were on our way home, she came very close next to me and grabbed my butt. I grabbed hers. I put my hand down the back of her pants and squeezed her ass. Then we both started touching eachother. When we came past a playground we stopped. She told me she wanted me in her.

We went to a fence at the back of the playground, where we weren't visible to traffic on the suburban roads. Only people who could see us were people living in the houses around the playground. But they were probably sleeping ;)

I took of her belt and put my hand in her pants. She was allready soaked. I started rubbing her clit. She rubbed my dick from outside my pants.
With one hand I took off the bra she was wearing underneath her shirt. I lifted her shirt and started sucking her hard nipples. Damn those were fine. She dropped her pants, so I had more room to manouevre. And so I did. I slid my middlefinger a little bit down, stuck it in her pussy and started pumping it in and out. Juice was coming out as if the Hooverdam had been opened. I took my finger over the bridge between her pussy and her anus. Oh how she was wet. I pushed onto her anus and my finger just slid right in. Just a little bit though.
She didn't even moan about it. She turned around and bent over. She told me to fuck her.

I took my cock out, raging hard. She stepped out of her pants, which were allready lying on the ground, and spread her legs while holding the fence. I put two fingers in her pussy first, but she was so wet that I didn't need to moist her even more. I slid my cock in. She was kinda tight but it felt so good. At that moment I thought about a condom. Hell no. Fuck that shit. Keep thrusting. It was damn fine. I held and squeezed her boobs from behind while I rammed my cock in that pussy. I pushed my thumb up her butthole again.

She asked me if I ever did anal before. Nope I hadn't. I did fantasize about it though. She told me that she never tried it either, but she was willing to. And so I did. I put my German helmet against her asshole and slowly started putting more pressure onto it. The head went in. She moaned a bit. I took it out and tried it again. The head and some shaft went in. She didn't moan (probably because of all the people living in the houses around us.). I took out my penis again and after that it was all smooth entrance. Just like fucking a very tight pussy. Best fuck of all times.

After a couple of minutes I came inside her. Immediately she turned around and took my penis in her hand and started jacking me off. She knew what I wanted. I kept rubbing her pussy and sucking on her tits. We kissed. She was good. After a couple of minutes she started shaking. She came! Hell yeah, she came. She even squirted a bit. I was so aroused that I wanted to stick my dick inside her once again.

She said: "Let's go to the swing over there." The swing was in the middle of the playground, where every passing car could see us. Not that there had been any cars since the beginning of our little adventure but still. In full sight, and full nudity, she walked backwards to the swing. It was a swing where you can lay yourself in. Sort of a hammock. She laid herself on her back and invited me in. And so we fucked again. It was sensual, adventurous and pornographic at the same time.
After a while I came again. It took somewhat longer this time. Probably because I had shot my load before. But this time i shot my load on her belly and between her tits. She took it off with her finger and ate it. My arousal didn't go away. I still had raging hard cock but I knew I couldn't finish a third time. I'm getting old you know.

When we were on top of eachother in the swing she asked me why she was completely naked and I only had my pants down on my ankles. I told her it was because her beauty didn't give me time to take my clothes off. And we kissed again.

Some time later I brought her home. She invited me into her living room, but I declined. I knew her boyfriend was in the room on the second floor and her mother probably too. It was too dangerous. I went home and slept next to my fiance.

This was my fourth, but definately best cheat. I'm a dick.

Friday Night….

On a warm Friday evening back in 2019, around 6p, I get a desperate call from my best friend… “Can you stay at the house this weekend, entertain her, please” he desperately begins the call with? “Her” is his wife… I chime in “yeah man, she’s definitely feeling lonely lately” I say as I push for specifics…

(her and I chat, he and I chat, offering my opinion is very common as this has been the topic of conversation for quite some time)

Ignoring me completely, he continues,

“She keeps busting my balls, calling every 10 mins. She feels isolated, alone, you know how she is!” Again, I chime in, “brother she’s 40, the kids are almost out of the house, she wants you to spend time with her, take her to dinner, do shit”. He wants to respond but has nothing, he knows I’m right. “Brother, you both can afford to go do things, she wants to go places, experience life”.

For the record, and totally off topic. this man’s wife has the greatest pair of big fat tits. For those who think “bigger is better”, this is the one! Furthermore,
she’s thick but tone with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7”. Thinking about it, she has Kitty Lee’s body with a much prettier face.. A very attractive woman with a body built for fucking.

(according to hubby, she has a high sex drive and is very open minded… Cocksucker hit the lotto for sure)

With a long sigh he annoyingly utters what I could see coming from a mile away, “I don’t have time for this, Bobby is about to go on, can you stay at my place and keep her off my back so I can enjoy myself?”

And there it is…..

Honestly, he’s frustrated, I get it. He plans ahead for this weekend long festival well in advance, keeps her in the loop through the entire process, it’s kind of fucked thats she’s laying this guilt trip on him while he’s hours away. I’m torn, he’s been dropping the ball with regard to their marriage for a while now.. Then again, this is his once a year “get fucked up and jam out with thousands of dirty hippies weekend, “I suppose she should honor that.

Regardless…

Reluctantly, I respond with Sure man, I’ll head up there now and hang with her….” (honestly, I just want to hang at home, rub one out and crash, it’s been a long week but fuck it, she’s good people and fun to drink with)

Relieved, he replies “text me when you get up there, I’ll call and let her know, thanks brother” and quickly hangs up.. I set the phone down, take a deep breath, collect my shit and prepare for my hour long trip….

A bit of background on the friendship. Buddy and his wife married young, 18-19, had kids, they’re in their teens. We’ve known each other for about 20 years and they are 4-5 years my senior.

For the last few years we do dinner on Friday evenings at their place, a modest spot in the middle of cow country. We smoke, drink and eat well. I normally stay the night, sometimes sticking around on Saturdays to help with ongoing renovation projects.

We’re all an open book by the way, we know everything about each other. It’s actually very nice, I enjoy their company, as they definitely enjoy mine..

I’m divorced, have a great job and a high school age kid. I also have a very comfortable couch and plenty of food in a decent suburban apartment.
An apartment I will enjoy some other time, my drive is complete..

Teresa (wife) is on the porch, shorts, tank top, drinking a rum and coke. She has her hair in a ponytail, which is new for her. She normally dresses like a Sunday school teacher. Her hair always down, outfits very conservative, “boring” is the best way to put it. She certainly doesn’t show off her figure, her gigantic tits always put away, which is a shame quite frankly..

With a hug and peck on the cheek, I make a sarcastic comment, as I normally do, “sweet handle bar, you’re missing one side”. Teresa gives me a “you’re not funny” smirk” and proceeds to tell me that she’s been “experimenting with new styles”.

I waste no time, “you got it, flaunt it, I know Sam (hubby) would like to see more of you experimenting”. She immediately lets out a laugh, like, a quick chuckle filled with doubt, if that makes sense?

Again, in a serious tone I proclaim, “seriously, switch it up, show him you still got it, let him see other men gawk at you, get that little head going…..” She looks at me defeated and says “he knows what I have, what he has access to. He chooses to ignore me” using her hands to outline her breasts and body, exactly how the Price is Right women would display a new prize.. “I’m lonely, tired of being treated like I don’t exist. Months ago I asked him to sit the festival out” she exclaimed. “I asked if we could go away, focus on us for a minute, that I needed him…” Starting to well up, she rhetorically asks “Where is he” as she walks into the house….

So here I am, barely been there 10 minutes, she’s already crying and I’m on the porch by myself thinking “you couldn’t of talked about something else, you had to immediately bring up her failing marriage, good job jackass”….

She’s a strong woman, emotional and poetic, but tough. It wasn’t long before I hear her calling my name from inside the house. I take a deep breath and head inside. Teresa is in the kitchen, she cleaned herself up and is mixing both of a strong cocktail. Without missing a beat, she hands me my drink, we cheers and take a sip as she immediately picks up from where we left off.

As she starts to speak I take a step forward and gently lean in to give her a warm, comforting hug. I definitely surprised the shit out of her. At first she was stiff as board, cold, surprised at my very forward act. It took a minute before you could feel her body relax…. Not saying a word, we stood there hugging, my arms around her upper shoulders, hers around d my waste. Both of us, a firm yet gentle embrace, you could tell it meant something. It was quite nice if I’m being honest.

(being a dude, I have to point out how great her tits felt pressed against my chest, I finally have visual confirmation, as well as touch, of just how fucking big they are. Her puffy hard nipples, pressed against my chest, perfecto!)

After what felt like 20 minutes, I now have a rock hard dick so I pull away. “You’re a smart, beautiful, sexy woman who deserves happiness” I say, as I try to conceal my very obvious excitement. She looks at me and smiles as I conclude my thought “ponytail and tank top, my new favorite look” as I look down, laser focused on her giant titties that were currently on display, hours and hours of fun, beautiful cleavage, no bra)

Remember when I said “we know everything about each other?” It’s no secret hubby and I both have a thing for huge giant titties, conversations she’s been privy too, normally just giggling and walking away.. Staring down at them was certainly knew, however, she was well aware of my infatuation, in general, for big natural breasts. Yeah, I’ve looked at her, but nothing more than looking, in my head she’s a no-go, off limits..

It’s at that moment, still in our embrace, she says “I have to come clean”. Oh boy” spews out of my mouth as I question her, not with words, but wi5 the look in my eyes….

“I’ve had a crush on you for the last 20 years.” And don’t worry, Sam knows, he thinks it’s funny. “But, I want you to know, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Shocked, I ask “When me and the ex visited you, is this why you treated her poorly? Shaking her head in agreement, Teresa responds “that bitch took you for granted, treated you like shit for years”, you deserved better, fuck her”.

I laugh out loud as I share “she’s my one and only bad lay, dead inside and in the sack, terribly boring with no enthusiasm, a waste……” Teresa chuckles and shares “well, at least Sam has a big dick but I fantasize about other people when he fucks me. The one or two times a month he does fuck me, I keep my eyes closed, I go through the motions to keep my life semi-normal, but I’m not in love with him anymore, too many years have gone by, I’m over it”.

“Teresa, I had no idea it was this bad, I know he can be a dick, but never thought it was on this level, what are you going to do?” Teresa takes a step back, grabs our drinks and confidently shares “Hanna has three years of school left” as she hands me my drink, “once she graduates and goes to college, I’m leaving”. Her eyes start to fill with tears as we both take a big gulp of intoxicatingly strong rum and cokes… She leans over, grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes as we both take a well deserved gulp of mind numbing spirits…

Our drinks polished off, Teresa quickly time for another” as she grabs my glass and heads for the counter…… Unsure of what to say, completely blown away with the last hour of my life, Teresa swings her head around, ponytail in the air, and says “I’m sorry if my confession has made you uncomfortable, that was not my intention, I just needed you to know” as she turned her head forward to focus on drinks.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this urge to hold her.. The last hour had quickly turned in an emotional adventure for the two of us. However, she had a minimum of three years of hell to go through, which saddened me. I had lived that life and it miserable, my heart ached for her.

Throwing caution to the wind, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her stomach, careful to stay below her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and reached for my arms. I whispered in her ear, “I’m here for you” as she let out a whimper and sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before my dick was coming to life.. She was absolutely pressing her ass just enough for my guy to feel it. Moving from side to side, T was knowingly trying to get me hard and I could care less. I whisper in her ear “I know what you’re doing”, as I begin to mirror her movements, moving my dick from side to side, pushing in….

With both a whimper and deep breath Teresa takes her hand and begins to run it along my covered dick.. “Oh yeah” she says as I let out a gentle moan, immediately, and slowly, moving my fingers to the base of her giant breasts. I think to myself, “Finally” as I open my hands and grab the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever felt. Teresa let’s out a soft moan, catching her breath enough to say “please fuck me!”

Im so fucking hard I can’t stand it, as I respond “soon baby, soon” as I move my right hand inside her waistband, her pussy and clit my targets. She moans out again as I take my left hand, already squeezing and pinching her left nipple, I quickly grab her throat, pulling her head to my my face, forcefully, T whimpering away “How bad do do you want my dick in you” I whisper as she runs her tongue along her upper lip..

3 seconds later, and not missing a beat, Teresa, her hand in my pants now, my dick in hand……. Actually, it’s more like, “Teresa the magician, her hands suddenly down my pants, with a king fu grip on my dick, a grip so tight she could tell you how many beats per minute my heart was pumping” she’s rapid fire jerking me, it’s to tip, long strong stokes……

In return, my left hand still gripping her neck and my right hand buried in her pussy, I have two fingers fucking her pussy while rubbing and pressing her clit with her thumb.. T, well, she starts to moan and loudly and shake as she nutted all all over my fingers….

Teresa hadn’t been touched like this for some time, that was evident!

I nibble on her ear lobe, as she catches her breath, still feeling the effects of my fingers…. I whisper, “now you can have my dick”, slide me into your pussy” as I turn her to the right, and bend her over her kitchen table.. With my dick rock hard and still in her hand, I grab her ponytail and make my way for her opening.. With my left hand, now gripping the sexiest tits I’ve ever played with, I turn her head toward mine and say “that’s my pussy” as she loudly grunts out “take your pussy” as she rests my dickhead at the opening of her love canal..

Deep breath, deep breath as I tease Teresa with my dick, ready to push in fully, sliding in, the phone rang.. I pause, caught of guard by the phone, I say “fucking figures” as T slams her ass backwards and takes my dick…. “Yeah it does” she says as I quickly remember what my objective is….Pony-tail pulled back, left hand firmly holding a giant tit, sexy mom/wife panting as her wet pussy is ready to make a mess, I lay into to her, hard, deep, and aggressive, phone ringing off the hook…..

Let’s be honest… This didn’t last long… 5-6 minutes later, as our hearts race, Teresa screams out “you’re going to make me cum” in what I can only describe as a surprised tone.. “You’re pussy s soaked i murmur, ponytail still in hand, her back still arched, her moans and pants, now similar to a countdown. She’s ready to blow boys!! I give her everything I have, table creaking, both of us moaning loudly, Teresa’s pussy tightens…..

That’s all it took! In unison, I thrusted as deep as I could into her tightened pussy, and fucking unloaded as T let me know just how appreciative she was, nearly falling over as she came all over my dick. With her ponytail still in hand, left titty still firmly in my clutch, I bit on her ear and neck as we both appreciated just felt the effects of a fantastic nut……

A few minutes later, both of us, chuckling and giddy, completely spun from what just happened, get a drink of water. As I’m guzzling like a thirsty African baby, T pipes up and says “I haven’t came like that in years” as she stood back and took a sip of water, almost shocked at what happened. I ask if everything is ok and she quickly says “oh yes” as she intentionally spills water out of her mouth and down her huge jugs. “Thirsty” she asks as I quickly do what a man with a huge natural tit fetish does, as I grab both tits, in a loving embrace, pull them to my face, kiss her deeply and begin sucking her nipples………

Oh yeah, the ringing phone? That was Sam, I forgot to let him know I had arrived… No worries, 60 seconds after pumping his wife full of my nut, as I’m sucking her tits, Sam called back.. T answered, out of breath, Sam completely unfazed, he babbled away, praising me up and down to T, as she stroked my dick.

Sam, “so happy” that I “gave up my weekend to help him out”, requested me on the phone.. “Yo brother” I shout as he immediately thanks me then starts a long winded diatribe, excited to share the highlights of the bands, the setting and the great food. T, left to her own devices, grabs my dick, fat tits swinging, full naked body, she leads me by my dick to the couch as she holds up two fingers…. Sam, he’s still raving about his stress free hippy induced weekend, clueless to the fact that as I say ”sounds like so much fun brother” his wife is on her back, legs spread, pussy soaked, guiding my dick back in the very same spot Sam used to call home.. Round 2 has indeed started,,

Sam called back the next day, he and I on the phone for quite awhile. I remember him saying “its much more relaxed now” as he immediately started the process of repeating the same shit he said the night before, which led to him thanking me again for getting his wife off his back… “Yeah man, she seems happy to have company” I blurt out as he asks for me to put her on the phone…

“Oh man, she’s at the market” I say, as Sam chuckles quite loudly, blurting out “yeah she loves spending my money,” as he chuckled on, eventually saying “I’ll call later” as he hung up…. I’d imagine he saw a half naked dirty chick, or dudes eating shrooms, which is why he just hung up.. He was “on to the next one” ass they say…

Speaking of which…

I’m triple checking to make sure the phone is off screaming out “I can’t hold it anymore!” T, mouth soaked with saliva and spit, and clearly not at the market, grabs my nuts and slams her face to the base of my dick, not missing a beat, or drop, as she emptied my sack deep in her throat… Like a bitch, I screamed out as I felt every last drop empty my nuts. By the way, a second orgasm not long after a man’s first orgasm is quite intense, it’s quite nice!

Teresa enjoyed sucking my dick with her husband on the phone. Admittedly, I enjoyed it as well. The threat of getting caught is quite addictive. So much so, we test the limits of our sexual prowess weekly. I fuck my friends wife regularly, right under his nose..

Case in point-

Friday before Christmas, while Sam sits in his recliner, stoned out of his mind, eating cookies zoned out, Teresa and I will go for a night walk. Sam completely unfazed and happy to have the tv to himself, clueless that his wife and over night guest are 20 ft away, watching him watch tv, fucking like school kids. Me squeezing her nipples, smacking that ass, pulling her hair, drilling her pussy! Teresa, holding onto a tree, taking my dick from behind like the good girl she is, her fat little pussy tightening as she cums, while empty my seed deep into her, fully embraced, while hubby watches cartoons or some shit…

Or right now.. He just got in the shower. T, in a flannel, no bra, immediately goes in and grabs a tissue, making sure the coast is clear. Sam, fully engulfed in washing his ass has no idea his wife literally walked out of the bathroom, about 10ft, slide her pants down and sat on his buddies dick. Of course, I’m unbuttoning and pulling the monsters out, as the smell of Irish Spring permeates the air..

Till next time..

I want to confess that years ago I worked for a time as a prostitute during university. Now its about to come back and haunt me. One of my clients has moved into the town where I live.
For so long I've dreaded this happening, bumping into one of the clients. Every time since i stopped,when I would go somewhere where there were people, i would scan the room with my eyes to ensure i knew none of the men there. I could work for an intelligence agency i became that good at doing it so quickly. Only then could i relax. This would range from clubs, bars, restaurants, external work meetings, gyms or any place people would gather in a crowd.
Time has passed. Moved back near where i grew up. Done the whole domestic suburban thing. Marriage, mortgage, family. All that is short is a dog to complete the picture. Have a bit of a career (not a great career) with a good company that pays me very very well. In the last couple of years i relaxed. I'm in my 30's now. That whole prostitute thing is far behind me. I dont look like i did back then.I'm older, hair is a different colour and style.Old friends would know me but not a guy from a half hour of sex. I believed at some point that i wouldn't be recognised to a casual observer.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was walking over to get my hair done for a party and passed a random man. Its the type of place thats small enough where people sometimes casually say hi or hello and carry on. As i passed him i smiled, he smiled and i just was about to say hello thinking he was someone i vaguely recognised from somewhere in town. I could see his face as we passed and he was thinking something similar that he knew me from somewhere. This all happened an instant. It felt like someone hit me.My heart nearly came out through my chest as I knew his face. I knew it from the past. The feeling of absolute dread came over me. I carried on walking. Got to where I was going and sat down. Got my breath back. While getting my hair done, realised that he may not be someone from my past. Even if he was, its most likely he was passing through or visiting someone in the town. I would have seen him around before otherwise. So i managed to relax. I used have a plan on what i would do if i did meet a former client. Nothing of that plan came back to me.
It's all going fine after that fright. Then on a recent morning school run, there he was dropping off his son. He said hello. I don't even know if i gave any reply. He asked if i remembered him and he named the university and city i had been in. I was grasping at the thought he we must have been in uni together. He was talking casually but, the way he was looking at me, the way he stood, I knew what was going through his mind. He was remembering exactly how he knew me. He's moved to the town I live in. I have no memory after that. Do not recall how i got to work, just that in work people were giving me a coffee and asking if i was ok. Some asked if I needed to go home.
2 days ago I met him again. When i say met, i could see him from down the street on the opposite side and he crossed over. He deliberately made a point to come up to me. You should have seen the sneer on his face when he said hello. I think it was meant to be a smile. I couldnt walk past him without making a scene of some sort so was stuck there with him. Part of the final conversation with him is that he remembers me and it was really good times. While he didn't say what he remembers, by the intonation of his voice and the look on his face, we both knew what he was talking about. His final words as i managed to walk away were about catching up on old times and his hoping he will see me soon again. He laughed when he said that.

So why am i putting all that on here. I need to do something. I cant sleep properly. I'm tired. I can't think. I want the whole thing to go away. It's not like i can tell anyone about all of this. I read somewhere one time, when you have a problem, write it all out. It clears the mind. Read it back and the whole problem becomes easier to manage.
So there, maybe it will help

Just a horny suburban mom 

Beth wants your cum tributes. Drop your gooey white ropes on this rich, suburban white bitch.

I ran into a prostitute the other day. 40ish white suburban stay at home mother looking woman. She was standing at a crosswalk and I stopped because its the law or something. She walked up to me and said she needs a date, and did i want to date her :)

Yesterday I went back and she was at the same spot. I rolled down my window, she started on the same speech but I stopped her. I told her i had a gift, I handed her a thong i had bought for my wife but she didn't like the style, still had the tags on it and everything. Nice flashy thing. I said she would get more use out of it than my wife. She laughed and I drove away.

I wonder if she just threw it away or if she kept it?

I confess I like to dress up as a UPS delivery man, and leave my dick hanging out the zipper. Then I canvas suburban neighborhoods looking for packages left on porches. When I find one I take it across the street and ring the doorbell. I meet a lot of ladies this way.

This is my confession/story of what my life is like struggling with the demon that lies within me. I apologize in advance for the length of the confession/story but I feel I need to get so much of this out and off my chest. I understand that some might be disgusted with this story and my actions, but do know that we all have demons of some sort within us and you can judge me or whatever you want. This is who I am and there is nothing I can do to change that fact.

On the outside I look like I am living the perfect American dream life. I'm in my late 30s, a former jock athlete, happily married to the cute, fit, blonde former college cheerleader who still likes to fuck like its going out of style. Three happy and healthy kids. A great house in the nicest of suburbs my city has to offer (that also comes with a big mortgage, but I digress). A very successful career and all the spoils that come with that including a decent income and reasonable wealth. Lots of friends and weekends spent going to my kids games and recitals, and nights BBQ'ing and drinking with neighbors. Basically the envy of many men and what should be the charmed life.

But there is something that has always been inside me that is missing with that perfect life. It is a demon that needs to be satisfied otherwise it takes over my existence. It doesn't just spring up out of nowhere and grab me. No, it builds over time slowly, sometimes months or a year, with little hints or actions that make me slightly aware that it is still there and there is nothing I can do but give it what it wants. That is the only way to come back down to earth and "normalcy".

The day that the demon decides is the day to force me into action would seem like any other to those around me. I sit in meetings or on calls outwardly actively engaged in what is going on, but my head is somewhere else flooded with thoughts of what is to come by days end. As my afternoon drags on, I start to put the demon's plan into motion. My cock is already rock hard under my desk as the anticipation builds. I call my wife and tell her that a big crisis has come up at work and don't expect me home in time for dinner or even maybe before she goes to bed. She would never suspect a thing as I am a high ranking corporate officer who often needs to work late or weekends. I would never stray from our vows as I am the perfect husband who is sexually satisfied at home...or am I, I really don't know?

6 o'clock rolls around and I wait for everyone else to one-by-one depart the office for the day. After seemingly all have left, I grab the nondescript gym bag that is in the corner coat locker of my office. While anyone else would assume it just contains my gym clothes, the reality is it contains the tools that the demon knows I will need to satisfy his lust. I take my bag and walk to the elevator and down to the lobby. Once in the lobby I bypass the elevators to the garage where my car sits waiting to return me to my suburban dream life, and walk straight out the front doors of my building. I turn left and walk the 2 blocks to the subway station. Instead of getting on the train that could also return me to the suburban utopia with the rest of the suited masses, I instead get on the line that takes me to a part of town that couldn't be more different than my home.

I exit the subway and night has already fallen. The sounds of the city are all around me, but I hear nothing. I have become more like a zombie possessed and oblivious to the outside world. The police and fire sirens and calls of beggars asking for change pass by my ears as if they didn't exist and I head straight to where I need to be. I turn the corner into the side alleyway and there is it, the large, black, heavy, metal door in an unmarked building is all that stands between me and the relief from the demon that I so desperately need. I ring the buzzer and and hear the familiar click that unlocks the door and allows my entry into my sanctuary.

Upon entering, I am now in the sterile 6x6 room with another door straight ahead and a bulletproof looking glass window to my left. Behind it sits a man smoking a cigarette and looking like he'd rather be any place but here. I slide a $20 bill into the little revolving door in the window, looking past the man at the assortment of items for sale on the shelves behind him. On the ledge to my right is a big cardboard box full of condoms under a sign that says to be safe and and take as many as you need. No worries I say to myself, my bag contains all of what the demon needs. The man puts a plain white towel and a locker key into the revolving door and spins it around in my direction. I grab them hurriedly and move towards the second door which again unlocks with that familiar click as I push my way through.

Now inside the inner sanctum of the demon, I enter into the locker room. Several others are milling around and faint grunts and noise can be heard in the distance. I find my assigned locker and open it up. I disrobe from the constraints of my corporate attire and wrap the towel that barely reaches all the way around my muscular build around my waist. I open my gym bag and pull out my old gym flip flops and the smaller toiletry bag that contains my tools...a bottle of Wet lube and various condoms including several magnums just in case. I slide the flops on my feet, close and lock my locker, place the key in my small little toiletry bag and head to the shower room a few feet away.

I enter the showers and there are a few men in there. It seems as though all eyes are on my as I walked up to a showerhead. I place my bag and towel on the hook and turn on the water feeling a rush of heat pour over my body. In the corner a man is leaning against the wall while another man is on his knees servicing his cock. Another guy is standing under his showerhead stroking as he watches. I hit the lever on the soap dispenser and begin to soap up my body, paying particular attention to my cock and asshole. I turn and see two other guys embracing, stroking each other and passionately kissing as one looks over constantly at me. I begin to stroke myself as well as my cock has risen to a mild erection as my other soap covered hand teases and pokes my asshole. Another man enters and takes the showerhead next to me and gives a nod to gauge my interest, but not yet, not the right guy just yet. I turn off my water and pat myself dry with my towel before slinging it over my shoulder, grab my bag and exiting the showers.I walk out the side door of the locker room into a hallway. Again multiple men are mulling around whether naked or with towels around them. As I walk some reach out as if trying to grab my semi-rigid cock, but I keep moving to the big glass door on my right and enter the large steam room. Words are rarely spoken to each other, it is purely signals and actions.

The steam room is like an moving mess of body parts. Men are fucking and sucking in group play that is hard to even describe. There is one handsome younger twink who is on his hands and knees getting fucked from behind while sucking on a large bear's cock. The twink is just the look that the demon likes but he is otherwise occupied. The mass of fucking and sucking is enough to rise my cock to full attention but the steam room is not where the demon wants to be satisfied. I stand in the corner for a minute and stroke myself before heading back out into the hallway. The dimness of the light really only allows for you to see more shapes and figures, not the details of the person you are passing. I continue down the hallway and the sound of the bass pumping music gets louder. Me personally in my everyday life couldn't stand this type of music, but the demon inside me loves it and sort of sways to the beat. As I turn the corner at the end of the hall I enter a maze of small rooms with sterile cots, some of the doors are closed and some with them open where single men wait for their next lover to arrive in various states of pose. Some on their knees, others standing and more lying or sitting on the cots. Some rooms already contain two or more men in a wanton state of lust, sucking and fucking every which way possible. While I get nods and signals from several of the men, I decide to push further and find an empty room to set up shop, which I finally do find a few more doors down.

I enter the room and hang my towel on the wall hook. I place my bag of tools next to the cot and take my position on my knees. Within seconds a man who I would say is about my age is standing at my door. I am not picky for my first cock and I motion for him to enter as he quickly does. Nothing is said as he drops his towel and I reach up grabbing his cock in my hand. I slowly stroke him and then pull him closer and begin to lick his nice mushroom tip. I lick the underside of his cock and then dive right in taking him fully in my mouth. I suck furiously for about 2 minutes before he tenses up and I pull his cock out as he shoots his load all over my chest and the floor. He picks up his towel and turns and walks out.

The demon feels slightly better after being doused with some hot cum, but is nowhere near being satisfied. I sit on the edge of the cot and wait for the next man to catch my interest to look inside my room. As I lean back against the wall and stroke my throbbing cock, several more men stand at the doorway, but I turn my gaze away as none interest me much. Those with the proper etiquette know to then walk on to somewhere else. FInally a younger man, not really a twink, but more a jock like myself in my early twenties stops at my door. I smile and he smiles back and I motion with my head for him to come inside. He sits next to me on the cot and reaches over to grab my cock. I return the favor and grab his nice sized, not to big but just big enough, cock. We stroke each other and begin to kiss. My other hand caresses his nicely built chest. After another few minutes, he pushes me back to laying on the cot and moves his mouth to my hard dick. He begins to suck me off nice and slow, as if he was savoring every little bit of me. It feels so good but I know I need to hold out from cumming or the demon will punish me for sure. He lifts my balls and I instinctively push my ass out and bring my legs up towards my chest. He begins to lick and tongue my asshole, swirling his tongue around before plunging it inside of me then back out again, repeating for quite a while all while slowly stroking my cock with his hand. He moved back to licking the underside of my dick and slowly started pushing his fingers inside me, first one, then two and eventually three. It felt so good to feel that feeling again.I pulled him up to me and raised him to his knees sitting above his chest and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes before pulling his head down towards me, kissing him and then saying into his ear that I need him inside me now. He nods in agreement and I reach down and grabbed a condom and rolled it out onto his dick. I grabbed some of my lube and drizzled it onto his cock and then squeezed a little into his hand which he instantly reached back and rubbed on my asshole and pushed inside with his fingers. He slid back down my body and pushed my legs back towards my chest and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me. That initial feeling of pressure and a little pain quickly subsided as my willing hole opened up and took him into me.

He continued to pump himself into me for a few minutes as we took turns stroking my cock. It was just then that I caught the gaze of someone at the doorway and realized it was the young twink from the steam earlier. I smiled at him and ran my hands up and down my current lovers chest to then get his attention and gauge whether he was willing to have someone else join us. He shook his head yes and we both in unison motioned with our nods for the youthful guy to enter. He came over and right away kneeled on the ground next to the cot and took my cock in his mouth. I pulled at him to indicate he should get on the cot and in a 69 position with me. He quickly jumped up and straddled my face and went back to servicing my cock as the other guy continued to fuck my asshole. I lapped at his asshole for a minute doing my best to strain my neck and rim him well then he lifted his ass up higher and his cock popped right into my mouth. We sucked each other off briefly but my straining cock was dying to be inside his young twink ass. I pulled at him to grab his attention and mouthed "I want to be in you" which he nodded in agreement. I reached down and grabbed a condom as he dismounted our 69 position and he turned around to sit on my stomach. We rolled the condom on me and then lubed up my cock and his ass. He then grabbed my cock and slid it with ease into his willing hole probably so easily from being loosened up from the pounding he took in the steam room. The three of us fucked in unison while I stroked the young twinks cock. I think with this action we all knew we would last much longer so we really picked up the pace. I started to feel a swelling in my ass and knew that my first lover was ready to blow. He continue to fuck and I saw him arching back with his eyes closed then felt one last deep push and he filled his condom up with his cum deep inside my hole. This was all I needed to finally release and I shot my load inside of my newest lover in an intense orgasm like I can't even describe. Finally the young twink shot his load, albeit not a huge load, all over my chest. The first guy pulled out of me, grabbed his towel and quickly left the room. The second guy sat on my cock still grinding a little as if to get every last drop out of me.I rubbed his cum into my chest and also rubbed his chest. He leaned down and gave me a little peck, then got up and walked out.

Right then I felt a wave of relief wash over my body. I knew the demon had been satisfied. I grabbed my towel and my small bag and headed rapidly back to the locker room, not making eye contact with any of the shadowy figures along the way. I washed off in the showers paying no mind to the men engaged in various activities around me. I went to my locker, reapplied my corporate wear making myself look just as I had when I walked in. I put my towel in the trash can near the exit of the locker room, walked toward the front entrance room and through the inner door, then dropped my locker key into the slot in the window and exited to the outside world through the heavy metal door to return to my regular life. A feeling of disgust and guilt came over me. Every time I leave I say to myself that maybe this will be the last time, but I know deep down inside, that demon is just laying dormant, waiting for his chance and maybe next month or next year he is going to show himself again and I will need to answer his call. We can try to fight our demons but all too often it is a fight you cannot win.

The wife and I went to a party at her friend's house out in the suburbs Saturday night. Nice house with I will admit is a pretty kickass backyard setup with a pool, bar and lounge area with big screen tv, fire pit, etc. Her friend's husband is some sort of IT sales guy or something and clearly pulls in some serious coin. The party was a few of my wife's other friends from growing up and their husbands, but mostly just people from their perfect little suburban neighborhood, which pretty much means a bunch of other moneybag, douche sales guys and their trophy wives as well. Not typically my scene, but hey, I'll drink your booze and eat your food. Her friend's husband is a little older and has an 18 year old daughter from a previous marriage. Her and some of her friends were hanging around the party, swimming in the pool and hanging out in their basement game room. His daughter is pretty freaking hot. From what my wife told me before, this guy's ex-wife (the girls mom) was a college and NFL cheerleader and her daughter clearly got the body from her. Most of the daughter's friends were damn sexy as well, granted in my late 30's almost any 18 year old chick looks hot. And what girls these days pass off as bathing suits, sweet jesus, I could not stop staring. Anyway, I admit I was pretty turned on watching these girls and was definitely sprouting some chub in my shorts. I had a few drinks in me and needed to break the seal and take a piss. I went into their main floor and found that someone was in the bathroom there. So I walked upstairs to find another bathroom as I really needed to piss so didn't want to wait. As soon as I got to the top of the stairs there was a bathroom straight ahead so I went in there and closed the door. Right away I noticed that there was a second door in the bathroom already opened that connected to a bedroom where a light was on and it was clearly the daughter's room. Typical teenager room that was a mess with clothes thrown everywhere & posters on the wall. So I pulled the door shut and started to take a leak. The toilet was positioned under a window that when looking out you looked right down on the back yard and the pool. Looking down at those beautiful young girls and already having a semi-chubby I started stroking my cock a little as I pissed. Then I noticed next to the bathtub was a clothes hamper and sitting right on top was a pair of sexy teen panties. Right then my cock grew to rock hard. I grabbed the panties and held them to my nose, took a deep breath in and could smell the scent of her sweet teen pussy and ass on them. I stroked my cock hard and fast while sniffing those panties and watching her and her friends out the window in the pool. Within seconds I felt my load building up and right when I was about to cum I wrapped her panties around my cock and blew my load inside of them. I admired them one more time and put them back on top of the pile of clothes in the hamper. I was so tempted to push things a little and go snooping around her room, but didn't want to get caught and cause a huge scene. I washed my hands and headed back downstairs. Right as I reached the bottom of the stairs, the daughter was coming in the sliding door with a towel wrapped around her and kind of gave me a "why the fuck are were you upstairs" look. I smiled at her and said, "Hope you don't mind, I think I just used your bathroom since someone was in the one down her." She looked back at me with a disgusted look and said, "Whatever, you better not have taken a shit in there." and she brushed right past me rushing up the stairs. Ha, whatever was right sweetie, I certainly didn't shit in your bathroom! I walked back outside, went over to where our host was at the bar, he offered me up another drink to which I readily accepted and then when he handed it to me he said, "Hope you're enjoying yourself and help yourself to anything, what's mine is yours bro". I think I nearly spit out my drink laughing when he said that. I certainly had enjoyed myself and when we got home, I fucked the shit out of my wife thinking about his daughter's sweet pussy.

I live in a suburban neighborhood and was waiting for the bus at night when I noticed a girl in the bus stop across the street. Then I noticed it was a crossdresser. She looked skinny and had a shopping bag in her elbow. I walked towards her and we started chatting. She had a cheap blonde wigg, horrible mime-looking makeup, and was missing several teeth. She was using a jean skirt and long stockings, and even with all this I asked for her number and she gave it to me. I kissed her cheek and went back to waiting the bus. A few minutes after looking at her I felt my cock growing in my pants, I wanted to fuck her right there in the dark. I went to her again and asked for a handjob while we waited the bus. She told me she didn't know where to, and I suggested that any dark place near the railtracks was fine.
- Wait for me, I'll look for a place.- She said.
She went into one of the streets and faded while I waited and waited in what seemed like twenty minutes (but was obviously less). Right when I thought she wouldn't be back, I saw her coming quickly towards me. She told me that there was a vacant lot nearby, and suggested that we went that way.
Right at that moment I felt a little bit scared. I didn't know what she carried in her bag, and maybe she had called other people that could hurt or mug me. I was about to say no, but I don't know why I thought (FUCK IT) and we went there. We walked three blocks and entered the vacant lot that was really dirty and somewhat far of the entry there was a little construction. I thought to myself (THIS IS IT, BAD IDEA BAD IDEA) and continued walking. We entered the minuscule building (it had no doors) And we started making out. She then looked at me oddly and reached for her bag.
- What are you looking for? - I asked.
She said nothing and reach at the bottom of the bag, pulling out a box of condoms. (THANK GOD, i thought) We kept rubbing against each other and then she started jacking me off. Then she went to her knees and sucked my cock, deepthroating my seven inches. I asked for her ass, but she wouldn't let me. she started sucking my balls, and then she asked to lick my ass. I said yes, even if I wasn't just bathed. I asked to fuck her ass again, and she asked to fuck mine. I thought to myself (FUCK IT) and said to her: FUCK IT. She started fucking my tight asshole with a small but energetic dick, and really soon I turned around, and went all the way up her ass. I fucked her hard until she couldn't take my cock anymore, and started sucking my dick again. I could have kept without cumming but I knew that the bus was coming and that her ass wasn't available anymore, so i came in the condom while she sucked the tip of my dick and jacked me off. We exchanged a few words, I kissed her in the mouth, and went to the bus stop while she went the other way. Half a cigarette afterwards, the bus that my friends were in came and I went to a party, while chatting nonsense with my female friend and two aquaintances of her, taking this story to my grave.

Janey is my neighbor and best friend. I've known her for five years and we have been lovers for three. She's a very kinky red head who has introduced me to all kind of sexual expression. Her hubby is very vanilla. My ex was too. And I was brought up as a strict Catholic, and was taught that good girls shouldn't desire sex at all.

Three years ago, when the hubbies had the kids for the day, Janey and I had lunch and girl chat. Janey noticed a that my chin was red. I told her that my hubby (now ex) woke me up for sex that morning and kissed me so hard that his beard irritated my skin. We talked about morning sex, and I told Janey that my hubby was only interested in getting off, and didn't seem to want to please me at all. He was rough and unfeeling when it came to sex. Janey asked me if I had ever made love. And, at first I didn't know what she meant. And then I had to admit that sex was not loving or gentle or satisfying. He just stuck his cock in me and pumped until he came. That was it. Janey told me that her hubby was a little better than that, but the most love she felt was when she slept with other women.

I was so shocked. I didn't think she was that way. She saw my confusion and asked me if I had ever kissed another woman. I said, "No...of course not!" She took my hand and asked if I ever thought about it. I blushed. She drew nearer and said, "I think you'd like it...and how would you know if you don't try it just once." Her green eyes looking into my soul. Her hand moving up my arm. Her soft lips caressing my mouth. I closed my eyes and yielded to the sweet touch of pure sensation. It was so different than what I had imagined or experienced. No urgency. No dominance. No harsh movements or stabbing tongue. Just a soft, sweet caress of her lips. She stopped and looked at me. She smiled at my wide-eyed silence. She kissed me again.

This time her lips were gently parting and I felt the tip of her tongue slip sensuously along my lips. My heart pounded. My hands and arms started to shake. Electricity flowed through my entire pelvis and my pussy began to ache with desire. How could this be? What am I doing? How could something so sweet and sensuous be a sin? I lost myself in sensation after sensation.

The next thing I knew, we were on the floor - my tongue and lips one with hers. Our hands seeking out the hidden places of pleasure. Joining in an erotic symphony of sensual delights. A word was never spoken, as she led me into a new way of loving. She brought me to places no man could, and I had never cum so much in my life. When we were done, we couldn't move.

My sweet Janey has changed my life. And since then, she has introduced me to all kinds of kink. She and I live a double life. White, suburban, Martha Stewart homemakers to the world - raging, sensuous, bisexual demons of sex to each other....and a select few, from time to time. Our families don't know. And that makes it even more sexy.

Does she look like a wife who can be talked into things?

Like maybe posing naked for the first time in her 50s?

Like maybe having sex on camera?

Maybe even becoming a cuckoldress and taking black cock on camera?

Or is she just a typical white suburban mom who will refuse all those things?

Overheard a Wal-Mart teen bitching to her man about low pay on her phone while I walked in the store (she was on a smoke break). I got a few things then headed back outside. Lots of talk and $80 later she was topless in the back of my suburban with a mouth full of cock. No names, no ages, just an 18+ Latina with a nice ass and massive rack who sold me her mouth. I didn't even warn her I just blew a fat one down that throat. No choice,too deep and too much not to swallow. Made me laugh knowing she'd spend the rest of her shift tasting my cum! Hope she uses the extra cash to buy something nice and gives the boyfriend a big fat kiss. His girl just got owned!

Not too long ago...I would have been considered your run of the mill suburban housewife with a hub who travels 99% of the time. Ive always loved good sex...had great sex with my hub when he was around, but was starving horny for cock and little did i know also starving for hard core kink, which I never shared with my hub or anyone else, until I met...Sir
Since those boring housewife days of being starved for sex I have becum an owned sex slave to my Master. First it started out as a fun light kink game, Sir brought out the repressed whore in me. Then our Dom/sub relationship was established as I was collared as his slut whore sub. As time has gone on I have lost all control over what was known as my life and now it resides in the ownership and control of being Sir's full time slave. As time goes on I lose more of who I used to be, but I gain the excitement and fulfillment of hardcore kink and being controlled as a sex slave to my Master. There is no turning back now...why would I ever want to?

Looking for a female to masturbate with or please each other orally. In Chicago South suburban area. Message me if interested. You won't be disappointed.

Sorry for no pics but my wife became a BBC where this past weekend.  After a MLS soccer game downtown we went to a bar where apparently there was some sort of after party going on with all black guys.  Long story short, we went back to their suburban where she got naked and spitroasted by two of them.  Her mouth is still sore. They legitimately took turns opening her pussy and fucking her mouth.  The whole time this was happening one of the guys GF was blowing me in the front seat.

i confess i am going to fuck me a hot little white bitch this weekend, i met her at the gym this afternoon and asked her to a party at my frat house. me an my boi's will get her fucking drunk an slamm her tight lil white ass all weekend..dam i love the white man paying my way thru college so i can fuck all the stuck up little suburban white girlies

Anyone have any pictures/videos of girls from Carl Sandburg High School, Stag High School, or Lincoln Way East High School from the south suburban area of chicago (Orland Park, Palos Hills, New Lenox, Frankfort IL)?

Background checks for gun purchases spiked 43 percent in Colorado after 12 people were killed inside a suburban Denver movie theater, according to state data.

I confess my much younger, classy girlfriend is moving out Saturday and I'm going to miss her vagine a LOT. part 2 of my confession is that I'm thinking about for my next gf, shopping around for some trailer trash chick who'll let me get away with abusing the ever living hell out of her. Just totally use her like a totally worthless piece of fucking meat. I'm a pretty middle class, white, suburban, professional kinda guy, and treating a dumb bitch like a dumb bitch would be a whole new world to me. Pros and cons??

South suburban Chicago area male looking for a masturbation partner male or female. Either watching each other or helping out with hands toys or orally. I like giving and receiving. If not in person I do have a toe account. Cmon let's have some fun!

PRETTY




Pretty house, pretty flowers, and all the pretty people. That could be the start and end to the story there. However, what story wants to just be pretty? You can have your pretty dress and pretty white stallion, but in the end, the stallion just drops dead.
So, imagine this scene. You have two people, let’s say Steve and Martha. They've been together since high school and raised two pretty girls who are almost through high school themselves. Steve has his perfect dream job as a novelist. Plus, he has his fucking millionth copy sold party next week at The Garches. Martha stays at home, the biggest fucking prettiest house in the Upper Valley. She probably just lays around and suntans all day, trying to be that much...prettier for her husband. Not that it would matter much, they've already been to Hawaii twice this year, and it's only March!
Oh wait, sorry, getting a bit off topic there.
So, back to the story.
The couple Steve and Martha then go to Steve's millionth copy sold party, which they just decided to call their "Zeroooooo" Party. Of course they did. Here's where the story gets a little more interesting. So, their eldest daughter, a pretty little thing, just turned 18, let’s just call her Belle to simplify things. Well, she has this boyfriend, jock, quarterback, straight “A” student. A nice guy really. However, unknown to Steve and Martha, she decides to date this other dude. Well, dude not exactly anymore. Sex change, though, would have just been a little prettier. Let's say he is a "duder". As in, all grapes add the "r" when they become raisins. The duder is about 65 now, which only gives him a couple more years before he can retire from the exotic books business. The party is also going to be the platform for Steve to announce his new book. The duder goes up to the stage, and pulls back the curtains to the new jacket cover. Let's just skip all the pretty words, and the fight, don't forget the arson and the restraining order. However, let's not forget Steve and Martha's new jobs at Feed Freddies, the move to Downton Street, and the divorce. Also, Belle's perfect quarterback boyfriend broke up with her when she started wearing more clothes than Queen Elizabeth to school. At very least, the strip club is getting even busier with the Belle, sorry royal ass Eliza, running the show.
Pretty ending to that story, eh? Well, that's just the beginning. This is all just hypothetical, of course. Let's not forget that.
Now, imagine this strip club in the Lower Valley. It’s already been established that pretty young Eliza would be the up on stage shaking her two big moneymakers. You got to love the girls with daddy issues! Let’s say that her tips are pretty good, but it is never enough. Eliza then starts taking the men back stage for her fucking specialty. OK, probably shouldn’t go there.
There is this one fucking ugly duder that would always come in with the prettiest flowers, lilies to be exact. He had a fetish of making Eliza into his pretty yellow picture. Sure, things are going pretty and well for Belle, sorry Eliza, but why does the story have to end there.
So, her estranged father, Steve comes in during one night in carnival. Oh, that place is decked out in all kinds of pretty, from the pretty beads down to the pretty masks. Steve has a right old time, drinks some beers, has a couple nice views. He goes home later and neither of them are any the wiser.
Then, it is a week into Lent that something really happened. The duder is busy working with his Eliza canvas when in walked Belle’s former quarterback dude and his buddies. OK, true, they aren't 21 yet, but who cares when they come in with some perfectly pretty fake I.D.’s. Imagine it going down like this. The dude tries to cop some feels from his former girlfriend when she is covered in all the lilies. Naturally, Eliza tries to cover herself and run. Here’s the best part. The duder fucker grabs her ankle and trips her. He then pulls out a gun and tells her to don’t fucking move again. Before he can start arranging his flowers again, the dude grabs the duder. The dude then gets shot in the head, and so does pretty little fucking Eliza when she goes to help out. The old fucker runs and gets away.
Don’t you just love where these are going? At very least, it would sound better for the story if Belle/Eliza and the quarterback didn’t die.
OK, maybe it is time for a little change of pace, maybe something a little prettier. It probably would be a good idea to give this second duder a name, to make things a little easier to remember. His name will be Ralph, after this guy...Oh never mind. So, Ralph escapes from the Lower Valley. Let it just be said that he does get away with murder. OK, so, Ralph then goes to Amsterdam in the Netherlands. Flowers, flowers everywhere, but so are the pretty people. He especially loves frequenting the Red Light District. That old fucker does what he wants. So, the moral of the story is that Ralph finds a little money on the streets, goes and buys some dope, does it up with a cop outside, and gets arrested.
Justice served, well no.
Actually, there is an explosion the next day in the lobby of the jail. All those mother fuckers die but Ralph. He escapes and no harm done. Then, he goes out and buys a lottery ticket and make some good dough. Next, he invests some of that, and due to a great surge in the economy, he brings in all the big bills. Afterwards, he starts a modeling agency, where he can look to his hearts desire, each of which become a canvas of his own. His business goes under in a couple years, but would cares; Ralph got to live his dream. That is so much prettier than all those people.
That's it, done; let's end the story right there. There were rich people who found out their daughter was fucking some duder. Don't forget the naked cover. It doesn't matter too much, those people got what they desired anyway. Then, the next scene had that pretty girl from the first tale who works at a strip club. She doesn't even realize when her own shithead father comes into the place and takes a couple peaks. Her promiscuity at least was the end of her anyway, when this God awful duder shows up. Shoots her and her ex boyfriend. The story ends on a high notes when the duder travels to Amsterdam, and makes lots of money doing what he loves.
That could be the end of it; it just could. However, why do stories always have to end just when the going gets good? There are always those hardworking people out there that want to make more money. Those are good people and their work have to be honored.
More, more, more, that is all anybody wants now a days. Let's give the people want they want.
OK, imagine this girl...since this is a sequel, it would make sense to bring back at least some of the characters from the first part. So, this girl is Steve and Martha's other daughter...Trudy. She may not be the prettiest girl, but everyone says she's beautiful on the inside with doves flying out of her ass at least twice a day. Trudy is two grades younger than that ex-stripper sister of her's Eliza, Belle, whatever her name is. It doesn't matter anymore. The dove girl sings to all the other birds and dances on the moon. Well, at least before that was before her slut sister was rightly shot in the head. Then, Trudy becomes very introverted, thinking more about her pretty self than to that cruel, ugly world out there. She ends up dropping out of school as soon as she turns 16, and emancipates herself from her now deadbeat parents. Don't worry, she has a perfectly good job next to Feed Freddies at a place called Happy Harvey's; it's a pub. No, she doesn't serve the drinks. Instead, Trudy works at the daycare in the back watching over all the pretty children.
Not long after she started working there, she began to wear this pretty sequenced red dress everyday. That was the only dress she could afford anyway. She did it for this regular that would come in, taller, youngish. He made Trudy feel beautiful again. This dude was not a pervert; he would never touch her. Well, that was until she turned 18, and then they humped it out like hippos.
One day, she over hears him saying he lost his job, so she offers for him to stay with her. He was too much of a mutch not to take it. They lived, they humped, oh life was good. Things soon got more serious, and prudy Trudy was finally falling in love. Ah, isn't that sweet. Let's fast forward now to the part of the story where she finds out he is already married. The mutch only thought she was his friend. Trudy beats the shit out of his pretty head for that. It's pretty, no, beautiful seeing the sight of the bastard afterwards. He must have lost at least 100 pounds with all the stuffing knocked out of him. Now, his wife cop from down in the Lower Valley may have not fucked or, for that matter, seen the fucker for awhile, but she is definitely the daughter of a bitch. Saying she got even is good, but retribution sounds much better. Oh, that poor girl's beauty was just pouring out of her, glistening like a rainbow.
Let's make one this perfectly clear, Trudy does not die EVER! For, that girl's hind is as tough as her hippo brethren. Oh course, that girl did have to go to some physical therapy afterwards. With her new training she can consider herself equal, and close brethren to the asses.
So, imagine a pretty physical therapy center on the edge of suburban bliss. It is a place where stallions run as free as well, stallions. OK, the fence probably keeps them a little more contained than that. Anyway, the center uses the stallions as part of the therapy. Trudy loves the new freedom and the fucking feeling of wind running through her hair. There was just one snitch in her new found happiness, the stallion, Woody, collapses onto it's side while she is riding him. Trudy's other leg is crushed and then amputated. Oh well, lesson learned.
She returns to the therapy center a while later, overjoyed to find Woody is being helped right beside her. He is slowly becoming lame. It doesn't take long for Trudy to start to hate the pretty white stallion. She is becoming Woody's bitch, lower than an animal, as it turns out. Nobody could stay mad at those bit brown eyes for long and soon she no longer minded her pretty third class status. Even more pretty was the sight of her in her red dress, which now made her look like a fruity flamingo.
Enough, enough, story time.
So, uh, losing her leg doesn't stop her from riding Woody all she wanted, slowly of could, he was just too big, and one more blow would spell the end for each of them. The riding slowly got faster and faster as they grow more used to each other. Soon, it was love, big old stallion love. To put it a big more blunt, Woody is soon getting plenty of fill from his sweet little flamingo. So much so, he fell down again during their faster riding sessions. He cracked a couple of his pretty ribs, fractured his big old pretty skull. At very least Trudy continued living, but perhaps not too happily ever after.
Oh come on, the beginning did say exactly how the story was going to end. Get a pretty fucking grip!

Got a Trump Supporter MAGA Girl Pregnant

So it wasn't very long ago - probably 3-4 months ago I started talking to this girl at a local bar. We'd talk politics and economics, but she never could back any of her shit up with data. Everything was always a conspiracy. She was against vaccinations and said that since I was vaccinated that I was most likely sterilized.
I laughed, "Well you're not about to put that to the test."
"Hey you're cute for a libtard, I'm not even on birth control because god says it's wrong."
We would meet and hang out and drink, she was ok looking - a bit plain for my tastes. Long brown hair, a bit of a flat ass, medium sized tits, and about 5ft tall, maybe could loose 15lbs but not overweight.
One night we were drinking and talking politics, "Libs can't fuck, they suck in bed."
Then she grabs my cock under the bar, "you wanna see how us Republicans fuck?"
I just started laughing, "come on, stop it. You're married what about your family values?"
"God forgives when you ask him," she whispers in my ear, rubbing my dick through my pants.
I said fuck it, and we went out to her big SUV (I think it was a Chevy Suburban, it had tinted windows), we got in the back seat and I started making out with her. She pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick. She was good at sucking dick, I'll give her that.
I pulled her top off, "let's see those GOP tits," I joked.
They weren't bad at all, nice globes, probably C cups. She worked my cock for a good 10 minutes and then pulled her pants and panties off.
She rode me until I came in her, full on busted a nut.
"Damn, you're gonna get pregnant after that..." I told her.
"Naw, no fucking way. You got vaccinated dummy."
I'd be fucking her 2 - 3 times a week, in her SUV. She always wanted my nut in her, "don't spill your seed on the ground, put it where god intended it to be."
Eventually I noticed she stopped showing up at the bar, so I'd drink alone. One day she eventually showed up and looked panicked.
"I'm fucking pregnant," she whispered to me.
"Talk to your husband, it's not mine, I was vaccinated, remember?"
Her face got red with anger, "you fucking idiot I haven't been intimate with him for over 2 years since I caught him fucking a crack whore liberal cunt."
My eyes widened.
"Looks like you're gonna have a baby then, congrats. Not sure what you want me to do about it?" I said nonchalantly.
This pissed her off even more, "fuck you," she murmured.
"You did, and now you're pregnant," I said. Shit was rolling off my tongue smoothly.
"Look, it's not my problem, you wanted to prove something and now here we are. I'm single, you're married, you fuck around on your husband - I just fuck around. This is kind of on you. No one else is responsible for you spreading your legs for this 'libtard', are they?"
She started crying, "ok. Fine. I'm gonna get an abortion. I have no choice."
I started laughing, "fucking hypocrite."
She stormed off, never seen her agian.
No the picture isn't her. I just thought it was a funny picture.

Sexy suburban active MILF makes my dick so hard! I want to suck and lick her then hammer her married hole while her husband watches me make her moan as I empty my balls in his wife!

I confess I am 19yo who is working at a upscale kinda department store in the shoe department, Its a great job if you like older women, I get lots of rich suburban cougars that want me to fuck their brains out. But I enjoy more helping their cute young daughters and their gorgeous bare feet and short shorts that let me see right up their panties when we try on heir new shoes for school

suburban housewives need abuse too, how would you treat this milf

What would you do to to this suburban milf?

I didn't start taking college classes until I was 23. My second semester, I only had 2 Tuesday/Thursday classes. One at 8am and the other was 3pm, I had to take them and those were the only available times. So I hung out on campus between classes. I had my own spot where I would spend most of my time, it let me watch everyone else with out being obvious or in the way.
I made some friends with the other people I saw around. I had my eye on this one girl I would always see around noon. She was drop dead gorgeous, we had spoken a few times. She shared the shade of my tree a number of times.
One day out of the blue she sits next to me, and just blurts out, God I'm Horny. I spit out the soda I was drinking, she laughed. I asked if she required any help with her dire condition. She laughed again and asked what I had in mind. I smiled and lead her to my ride, my fathers old Suburban. I drove us around to a parking lot that is never used because it's too far away and surrounded by trees. Parked in the back corner, climb in the back and tore off our clothes. The fore play lasted for 2 seconds, she wanted dick bad.
Afterward we returned to the quad and she disappeared like she always did. The following Tuesday she walked up and asked if I wanted another go. We went to the same spot, and fucked again. She didn't leave right away afterwards. So we talked. I asked what classes she was taking.
She wasn't taking any, she came with her mom, who was an adjunct professor. She was home schooled but there was no one to watch her on Tuesday so she came with her mom, who only let her free at lunch time. When I asked how old she said she would be 14 in 3 weeks.
I swear I almost had a heart attack right there. I tried to say we could talk any more and she had to promise to keep it a secret. She told me she would only keep it secret if I still fucked her on Tuesdays. Her parents pulled her out of school because she was had tried to seduce 2 different teachers and succeeded on a number of high school students. Her parents had her watched damn near 24/7, and that 2 hour block of time was the only real time she was free.
I didn't have much choice in it. If she told her mom, I could go to jail. So I agreed, there was only 5 weeks of class left before summer. As pay back the last time I stuck her in the ass.