(Posted this yesterday but it seems to have gone)
There I was, rock hard. reading a Sunday paper. There was an article about supermodels doing cocaine. There was 2 pictures; they were bent over a toilet doing line and the caption read: ‘Naughty Snorty’. I was hooked. The sight, thought and image of a woman doing a line is so erotic. Whether with others or sneaking off to the toilet to powder her nose: so divine. The elegantly naughtiness and taboo of it. Especially when their clad in leather and also smoking. The whole experience. From taking the bag out of her handbag, cutting the powder into lines while dangling a ciggy; rolling the note and snorting to rubbing, twitching their nose: so powerful. Then bring in the extra layer of taboo when Mommy snorts a line and offers you the other one. And tells you, this will be our little secret before you fill her coked-up mouth…

My girlfriend of close to 2 years went on Spring Break to Florida. She laughed and said she was going to be good, but I know the girl she was going with was a bad influence. She was coming back on a Sunday and we talked/texted pretty consistently until around 4:00 Saturday. Things just all of a sudden got quiet. No big deal, I knew she was out and probably just drinking.

Well needless to say there was a reason for the silence. She texted me at 11:00 AM the Sunday she was coming back with “babe I fucked two guys.” Heart kind of stopped. Wasn’t a threesome either. Met a guy at a bar I guess when fairly hammered and had a quickie in his car. She went back into the bar where her friend still was and I guess they decided to bounce and ended up going to a casino.

At the casino they met a group of guys. Her friend was horny and wanting to get fucked so they all ended up going back to one of the guy’s houses. My girlfriend’s friend got into bed pretty quick with one of the guys, and another guy got my girl into his room. She was hammered obviously, but apparently he had coke. He dropped his pants and put a line on his hard cock. She snorted and then immediately took his dick into her mouth. Guess he was hung and obviously ended up going to pound town. I didn’t want to know but had to ask. They went at it in multiple positions. Her on top, bent over, him on top. They even went out to the balcony for awhile and he bent her over. He tried to go into her butt, but couldn’t fit it in as they had no lube. Still creampied her.

Was raw with both guys and both finished in her. Sucked to hear about, but also a turn on in a way. We’re still together, but not sure if I can deal with it long term knowing this happened.

I'm 38yo male. I did an undergrad, an msc and a phd. I work as a researcher at a uni, and teach undergrad and msc courses. I heavily fantasize with choosing a shy, Smart, tall, flat chested barely legal student and call her for a meeting to offer her extra crédit if she helps with a research project. And have her do something inappropriate and tell her it's on cam and blackmail her into total submission. Forcé her to do cocaine from My Cook and snort coke from her pussy and flat chest. Have her fist her ass and deepthroat a dildo for My amusement. Have her to verbally degrade herself all the time. Put a remote control vibrator on her pussy and play with her during class. Facefuck her tilo she gags and chokes. Tie her up and put clothespins on her nipples and pussy and spank her pussy, choke her, slap her, spank her, spit on her, totally own her. Have her be addicted to cocaine and cum and to beg for My attention. Full her ass with cum and have her take it out with her fingers and eat it up, gargle and swallow. And the other way round, deepthroat her till throatpie but have her not to swallow but to keep the cum in her mouth, play with it, spit it on her chest, pick it up with her fingers and fist her ass filling it up with cum.
Have her write on her body "property of" My name. Film and photograph everything and tie her up yo a chair and forcé her to watch it again.
In short, i'm a prof that wants to totally derail a young student. So far it's under control.

I confess when i snort or smoke coke all i think about is getting fucked in the ass.

If hubby ever knew how many cocks I've had in my pussy before I married him he probably wouldn't have married me. Before I met him I'd let almost anyone inside of me, most of the time without using protection. He's a very conservative man, and he knows I've always been very open minded - but only knows a very small portion of my sexual history. I've probably had (and enjoyed) over 300 dicks (that's probably a low estimate to be truthful), and about half of them released inside of me. Size never mattered to me - in fact I like them a bit smaller than how the porn industry portrays how big men should be. When a man is inside me I don't want to feel like I'm giving birth, I want to feel the pleasure of his hard cock. I orgasm very easily, and yes I was diagnosed with being a nympho (hypersexual) - (hell I even tried to seduce the lady therapist who diagnosed me). He doesn't know I've been with both men and women - and does know that I am on medication but what he doesn't know is that I have been diagnosed with being hypersexual. He thinks I just have anxiety. Even on the medication (antidepressants and mood stabilizers) it's like I have an incessant hunger to fuck. I fuck my hubby so much his nuts are dry and still I want more. Sometimes I've thought about talking to him about it, but I don't want to break his heart because I love him dearly. I've been checked for STDs, and even with my sexual history I'm clean (miraculously).

I lurk on this site, I do not have an account. I'll find myself masturbating to pictures of women and men, and sometimes I just can't handle not being fucked ... my pussy is literally wet all the fucking time and I'm addicted to pulsating cocks throbbing in me, or a woman's gentle fingers gliding on my clit... Once I suggested that it would be ok if he wanted a threesome with another female and that I would be down for it. He laughed it off, saying something about how it would ruin our marriage and that he has enough sex with me and that I'm all he can handle.
Have I ever cheated on him? Yes, but with women only. In some weird way I justify cheating with another woman as not actually cheating, because there is not a real cock inside me... but wow do I crave the feeling. Sometimes I've thought about fucking some random guy and going home to my hubby and mounting him, just to mix both of their cum together... that's a bit of a dream of mine, but then I fantasize that happening and I walk in on hubby fucking another woman and I make her eat the strangers cum and my hubby's cum from my leaking pussy. I'm on the pill, someone like me wouldn't be a good mother at all - while I do have fantasies about being a mother, watching my tits swell with milk, my hypersexuality wouldn't make me a good mother at all. The baby would be crying and I'd be fucking my pussy with my favorite toy... not good.

Before I was married, I've had all sizes of dicks, and I guess the reason I don't like massive dicks is because - well they hurt. I was at a bar and this biker guy was hitting on me and I just looked at him and told him, "I fuck before the first date babe, you probably couldn't handle me."
He laughed with a little snort, stood up and pushed his crotch into my leg. I could feel a massive cock hanging down his pants. I was curious.
"You can't handle me, most women can't."
I took him up on it and went back to his place. His cock had the circumference of a coke can, and was at least 10 inches long. There really wasn't any foreplay - I don't like foreplay - he stuffed his cock in my mouth, my jaw was almost unhinged, then he jammed it in my pussy. The pain was insane. He just laughed, "I told you so."
I didn't want to give up so I let him use me, and I had a hunger for cum and needed it in me.
"Where do you want it, slut?"
I grabbed his neck and looked him in the eyes, "Don't you dare pull out, cum in me."
His eyes lit up and he smirked.
"That's right, my little man whore, I want you in me" I said as I felt his massive cock destroying my insides.
He came a lot. He must have tore some of my skin because his cum burned. I barely could walk after he finished inside me but I did my best. I got up, thanked him and left. Sure, there are some women out there that love these massive cocks - but I'm totally happy with 4-6 inches. Those cocks make me orgasm all the time.
Anyway this is super long. I guess my confession is, I kind of feel lost and I don't feel right unless I'm getting fucked. I confess I might tell my husband what's really up with me, but I'm scared. I'm scared because I think that if I do that he'll divorce me, or it will give my brain a green light to let other men inside me... if I could I'd have a constant line of men, lined up for my pussy... that's how fucking addicted I am. I hear a woman moan, even jokingly - I want her. I hear a man talk about sex, I want him. I see every day people walking, I imagine them fucking me. I feel so cursed.
I've practically raped men before I was married because of my mental issues... I've destroyed marriages, relationships... I got drunk once and humped my best friend's husband's leg right in front of her and she slapped me... (yeah we're no longer best friends, my bad). My pussy, she's always hungry and I can't seem to feed her enough.
My medications are not working. My pussy is so hungry... she needs to be filled.... I can't get the thought of warm hot cum splashing inside my wet love hole... I have to stop writing
Signed,
Sarah

I had my first BBC while at an adult book store with glory holes while in Washington state for business. I was watching a couple guys go at it through the hole when in walks a big black guy. He stands there, unzips his pants and out it comes right in my face. Well, this is something I wanted to try. I couldn't believe how thick it was. He pulled out of my mouth before he came and went down on me. Lucky him, I fed him a weeks load. Only odd thing was he kept snorting coke both while giving and receiving. I might just have to do this again.

Looking for any clips of older, Gilfs and grannies doing coke. Preferably snorting. Seems impossible to find anything good. 

One month ago I thought I was alone in the house. So I decided to rub one out, on the couch in the living room. In the throes of thrusting I didn’t hear my older Sister enter the room. “Jesus Christ!” She exclaims. In that instant, my erection goes as limp as a rope. I quickly try to hide what I was doing. She laughs. “We all do it.”

2 days later, I get a text from her to come to her house. Arriving I find her in the living room. I sit. “Fancy a line?” She asks. A little confused by this but then she takes a bag of white powder from her handbag. “Shh…” She adds. “This’ll be our little secret.” I watch her cut 2 lines on the coffee table. She takes a black straw and snorts a line. She hands me it. I hesitate at first. “Go on, makes you horny.” She adds. I slowly get into position and snort my first line of coke. It burns and surges through my virgin body. While rubbing my twitching nose she asks. “Mark, can I see your cock?” Startled by this question but so turned on by the coke. She asks again. “I’ve never seen a cock that big before. I want it in me.” My heart is racing, my cock is hard. Flustered, I comply and begin taking it out. She fixes up her hair then quickly snorts 2 more lines off the coffee table. She stands, spreads my legs and drops to her knees. I’m on the verge of cuming. She looks me in the eye as she runs her tongue on the tip. She begins to jerk it then swallows it all.

I’ve had a few blowjobs in my time but never like this. An expert. It doesn’t take long. I moan and grunt then ejaculate in my Sister’s mouth. Afterwards we do more coke. Hazel, 20 years older than me, tells me she’s a coke whore. Turns tricks for blow. She met her old Maths teacher out one night and after blowing him in the toilet of the pub they go back to his car and he offers her some coke. That was 4 years ago. Her husband has no idea. I light a cigarette and offer her one. “Go on. It’ll be our little secret.” She laughs. “Please, it’s so sexy to see a woman smoke.” She does. I light it for her. She coughs. I tell her what to do. In the moment I ask her. “Do you squirt?” “Mmm…” Was her reply. She adjusts her knickers and informs. “Why don’t you find out.” I look down at the coke and jester to her. “Of course.” She replies.” “Here.” I add and hand her my box of cigarettes. She cuts 2 more lines on them. I start to wank at this sight. Watching her snort another line makes me cum again. “Mmm…” She replies handing me the coke. I do the other line. She asks for another cigarette. “Can you dangle it, from your mouth?” I ask. She does. I then run my hand up her leg and into her quivering pussy. I begin to rub and rotate. She instructs me what to do and I tell her how to nose exhale. Faster and faster, together to unison we work until she clamps her legs tight around my hand. A blast of smoke shoots from her nose as she squirts all over my hand. She lights another cigarette and orders me to continue. I willing comply. Hours pass of orgasms, coke and ciggies.

Later that night, she texts me to meet her outside. We leave in her car to buy me some coke. Down a dark and dirty alley, I fuck my coked up Sister in the ass up against a dumpster. To my divine delight she continues to smoke. I’ll never forget the time she came home, Me, Mom & Dad were in the kitchen and she enters. Her handbag over her shoulder and in her hand a box of 20 Silk Cut Purple 100s. I was so turned on. She laid them on the table and sat down. My parents were surprised, a conversation ensued. But I was too excited to listen to it. Dad smokes so it was ok for her to smoke and she did. The way I liked. I was so hard. Biting my lip with desire and want. We waited for our chance and did coke in the utility room. She dangled a ciggy from her mouth; smoke poured from her nose, I fucked her in the ass as I fingered her. She squirted all over the press door.

For the next few weeks this forbidden fun continues. I’d come over to hers and we’d do coke and fuck, in the kitchen living room, bathroom, bedroom. Fuck me, the first time I climbed on top of her in her bed and penetrated her. Divine. Her husband was downstairs. Such a thrill: 2 coked up siblings shagging. Yesterday she announces to the family that she’s pregnant, again. Thinking back she does have a history of ‘miscarriages’ that’s because she has clients that like it when she pregnant, pay her more. While the family is celebrating we sneak away and do coke in the bathroom before I fuck my Sister in her ass.

Forbidden Desires (Final)
Not long afterwards, my coked up aunt and I leave the bathroom and enter into Mommy dark, cold bedroom. I close the door. I notice the quilt is new. I laugh. “New quilt” Sharon also laughs and adds. “We’ll have to change that.” She leaves her handbag on the locker and sits on the bed. “Here, help me get these off. I want you inside me properly.”

I help her take off Mommy’s leather leggings. It take a while, almost glued on to her with all the cum. Once off, I liked them and rubbed them off my crotch. I gently folded them and leave them on the carpet. “I’ll be wearing them later.” “Mmm, nice.” She adds. “Now,” Sharon says, pointing to her handbag. “Your turn to cut some coke.” I light a cigarette, I’m giddy and excited at the thought of doing this. Sharon takes off her ripped blouse and bra. She stands behind me, completely naked and instructs how to do this. She rolls the note and hands it to me. “Mommy’s coke whore.” She says stroking my cheek. I bend and snort 2 lines into my nose. Then she does the same. She rubs and twitches her nose, lighting a fresh cigarette. “Why are your clothes still on, sweetie?” I quickly take them off. My coked up aunt uses my T-shirt to dry herself off. She then smokes a ciggy for me; nose exhales, double pumps and dangles. Once finished I kiss her. “Thanks you, Mommy.” She then gets onto the bed and grabs the bag of coke and spills some out onto her crotch. She looks at me. I stand their with my rock hard erection looking at her. I lick my lips and climb onto of her. My cock pushed the coke deep inside. She moans and bites her lip as I penetrate her. “Mmm. Mommy good boy.” She exclaims as I begin to push and thrust. I start to suck her breasts. Faster and faster, harder and harder… “You belong to me now.” She mutters in the throws of ecstasy. “Yes Mommy.” I add as I ejaculate in my coked up aunt on my Mother’s bed. I keep going pushing and pushing empting my load. Gradually I stop, she holds me tight. “Good boy.” She repeats as we lay there, motionless. Panting, your hearts beating. The film of cum soaking into your naked bodies. Silence settles between us. It starts to rain.

We stay in that position for some time. “Fancy a line?” Sharon asks, breaking the trance that had overcome us. She lights a ciggy, it dangles seductively from her mouth as she chops some of the powder into lines. I get up and light a cigarette. I stand behind with my throbbing erection then I stick it in her ass. She throws back her head and pinches her nose. “Mmm, good boy.” She finishes the other line then uses one hand to steady herself against the wall and her other hand to finger herself. This continues for hours: ciggies, coke and cum…

It was early in the morning, we were in the hall. Sharon was touching up her make-up and I was cutting a few lines on the table near the door. I roll a note and snort 2 lines. I hand her the note. “Thanks.” She quickly runs 2 lines into her nose. “C’mon.” She adds as we leave the house. It was bright out. In the car she leans over and blows me in broad daylight. Some people were leaving for work. We leave in her car to buy more coke.
What followed was a 5 day coke bender. During that time was my 25th birthday; my first 3some with my coked up aunt and her dealer: a shemale cop. For a time we were at the priest’s house and I was pegged by my old History teacher. A blur of seedy hotel rooms, bathrooms and dark alleys.

It was a Sunday when we returned home. We entered the house and Mom comes rushing downstairs. “Ross, what… where…” Her worries and concerns were not as important. “Mom, we need to talk,” I add. Me and Sharon head into the kitchen: where it all began. “I was so worried, the police…” “Stop.” I tell her. I light a cigarette. And so does Sharon. “Look, the…” Mom interrupts me. “Are those my leggings, you’re wearing?” “Yes.” I add. “And I’m going to keep wearing. However, if I give them back will you wear them and let me cum on them while you’re smoking?” “What?!” She replies, confused. “I want to ejaculate on them while you’re wearing them.” “That’s disgusting. No.” She informs. Sharon adds. “Would you like to coke then have a 3some with your sister and son?” “What the hell is going on?” Mom shouts. Stubbing out my ciggy. “Look, Lorraine, it’s simple, are you interested in getting coked up and fucking me/us.” “Is this a sick cruel joke.” She adds. I turn to Sharon. “Ok, I’ll go and pack.” She kisses me. Mom starts to cry. Sharon adds. “Don’t worry Sis, I’m his Mommy now. If it’s any conciliation, he’s not the first family member to cum in my mouth. Remember 5 years ago, my 40th.” Mom stands and shouts. “Get the fuck out of my house you bitch.” I leave the room and pack my clothes. Not packing everything, just enough, I go back downstairs, I can still her them arguing. “I’m surprising you’re not pregnant given how long and what we did in your bed.” “Let’s go.” I ask say. “Or have you changed your mind?” “Get the fuck out of my house.” “C’mon.” I kiss my new Mommy and we leave.

Anyone have the vid of the girl snorting coke and then masturbating? White girl / blonde.. and maybe the source?

-WARN- It's a long one, but it's something I have to tell. There's a TL;DR; -WARN-

Names have been altered for secrecy.

Confession: A Detailed Account of Two Forced Sexual Encounters with my Step Cousin

When my parents were divorced in 1986, my mother began dating and eventually remarried a lawyer. The lawyer had a sister, and that sister had children. One of them was Ashley. Ashley, or just "Ash" as we began call her, is three years my older, but we fit together like two peas in a pod. She liked all the same games as I, and we often agreed on all issues, trivial or otherwise. Ashley and I stopped seeing each other as often when my parents divorced again, and at this point we were in separate schools. I was in sixth grade at the eastern high school, and she was in seventh grade at the western. Because of our school situation, we didn't see each other often, but occasionally the bus routes would intersect and we would meet up. It was on one of those days that I experienced one of the most life changing experiences of my entire existence. I was dropped off at my mother's office which has already closed ( I used to wait here to be picked up ) when I saw Ash walking down the sidewalk. I invited her in, because that's what friends do. She asked me how my day was, how school had been, typical, boring stuff. She had changed. The old, hyper "Ash" that I knew had been replaced with a calm, level-headed (or so I thought), and in my eyes boring "Ashley." But something was different about her. Her demeanor was off-balance. She looked uneasy, almost sick, and nervous. She told me she wasn't feeling well. She asked me to come into the back with her to look for something to do. Once back there, the real fun began. She closed the door behind her, turned out the lights, and took off her shirt. The light from the shaded window was dim. I turned around to tell her to stop joking around, and she practically tackled me to the floor and pressed her 14-year-old chest against me. I tried to resist, but she was an athlete and demonstrated that. She took off her bra and began to rub her medium-sized breasts against my face. She took off all my clothes, wiping each article against the crotch of her pants. She molested me. My friend who I had trusted over many years. She yanked and jerked and licked my 11-year-old penis to no avail. I was not enjoying it. But this was not the worst. She continued to scratch and hold me. She only ceased to remove her pants. Fully naked, she smothered me with her exposed pussy and ground my face until she climaxed. I could barely breathe. I was traumatized. It amazed me that this girl would be capable of such a thing, and while maintaining complete silence. She hit me and the last thing she said was, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� It was inhuman. I never told anyone, and I never saw Ashley again, until four years later at a new years party. I was 16, she was 19 in college. She acted nonchalant. She acted like nothing had happened. I was furious, I wanted to kill her. Because of her, I had taken up a life of drugs and detention in school. I was on regular drug tests, which I routinely failed, but no one cared here. I spent nearly every Friday afternoon in Detention. I hated her, and I wanted revenge. All of the proper adults were as drunk as dogs. Ashley was blazed, and I could feel the ache of my own vices. Ashley got up and went outside for a smoke. I decided that this was my opportune moment. I ran outside and hit her over the head and dragged her into an unoccupied room. I quickly gagged her with a washcloth and duct tape and tied her hands to the legs of a dresser with a couple of pillowcases after removing her shirt. When I heard her start to groan, I got down at the level of her face and smacked her. She came to. I told her everything. I told her how she fucked up my life, about how she ruined me that night at my mom's office. And I told her that now it was her turn. But it was more than her turn. She had that night plus years of hell to pay for. I was going to make this an absolute misery. I pulled out a small bag of cocaine I had. I laid the coke out in the small of her back while I held her still. Then I pulled out my razor-blade and lined it up, cutting her severely in the process. I then proceeded to snort two lines of cocaine off of my step cousin's back. Everyone in the house was either in a deep alcoholic sleep or gone for the night, but I didn't care. Tonight was about revenge. I pulled down her skirt so she was in her lace bra and thong and slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She tried to scream, but I only laughed. I pulled off my pants and shirt, down to my boxers and leaned in close to her face, contouring her body. I whispered in her ear those words that had haunted my life for four miserable years, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� In one swift motion I oiled my fingers, pulled her thong aside, and rammed two fingers into her asshole. She tried violently to resist. But now, I was much stronger than she. I continued fingering her asshole for about a minute before I pulled her thong completely off along with my boxers. I had a monster-thumper of a boner. I oiled up and thrust it into her pussy in the blink of an eye. I was brutal, I was unforgiving. I had reduced her to tears. Good. That's how I wanted her to feel. I wanted her to feel violated. I wanted her to think, he's raping me and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I pulled out and pumped in and out of her asshole, then I ejaculated inside of her anus. I grabbed my razor-blade and held it to her face, then I removed the duct tape gag and told her to tell me what she thought. After what seemed like hours of exasperated breathing, she said �How could you do that, for what I did to you?� To which I replied �You'll know in four years.� I walked away and drove away from the town, went to another state to stay in a hotel on some cash that I had saved up. When everything quieted down, I called a friend to ask how things were to see if she had told anyone (he didnt' know, but I asked what was up, small talk, etc.). To my surprise, she had blamed the beatings and bruising on her ex boyfriend, who was convicted and arrested of rape. I returned home and was in trouble with the law for running away, but it was a far cry from rape allegations. Sure enough, about six years later I run into Ashley again. She was on hard drugs like cocaine that I had kicked since then. In fact, she was almost exactly like I did five years before. My life, however, was going good. I was in college with a decent job, but she was a wreck. When she saw me, she was shocked, but she didn't respond with anger as I had, but she asked me if she could talk to me alone. I agreed, I didn't feel threatened at all (though I probably should have), and we went to her apartment. She was crying the whole way there. I began to tear up. When we entered her apartment, which was torn to pieces, she began crying uncontrollably, she got on her knees and said she was sorry. She begged for my forgiveness. She told me what I had told her, six years ago, that that night had ruined her life because she had realized the psychological pain that rape can cause. All she wanted was my forgiveness, and she had struck a nerve, because all I had really wanted, was for her to ask for it. I gave her a hug and told her how sorry I was. Truth be told, I hadn't regretted a single minute until that moment, but I then realized the error of what I had done. We cried, we talked, and we forgave each other, but we could never remain close. We went our separate ways. I haven't seen her again so far, but it was nice to finally have some closure to that episode.

TL;DR: My step cousin raped me, and I brutally hate-raped her again four years later.