how about i tell you what i just did with a friend of mine

he was in an adult bookstore

and he called me

just to let me listen to him jack off

because i love to hear men come

i got so aroused that I had to get down on my hands and knees

in the WORK bathroom-it [...]]]>

how about i tell you what i just did
with a friend of mine

he was in an adult bookstore

and he called me

just to let me listen to him jack off

because i love to hear men come

i got so aroused that I had to get down on my hands and knees

in the WORK bathroom-it is private

and rub my clit until I came

and I came fast and hard

faster than I have in a while

it was very hot

but now i am breathless and sweaty

it reminded me of masturbating in my dad’s bathroom as a child

I would sneak into my dad’s bathroom

and masturbate to his porn

the smell of a man

with my hand in my pussy

and panties around my ankles

still gets me so hot today that

i had to put my own hand over my mouth

so i would not make too much noise

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I was having online sex with a friend who said he wanted to fuck me in a church while he wrapped a rosary around my neck.

I told my husband, who just [...]]]> Should I tell you about my husband wrapping my throat with a scarf as he fucked me from behind last night? Is that too much?

I was having online sex with a friend who said he wanted to fuck me in a church while he wrapped a rosary around my neck.

I told my husband, who just nodded. Later that night, after he had throat fucked me with my head hanging off the bed

He flipped me over, started ramming his cock hard into my pussy, grabbed this scarf/blanket that was nearby, and wrapped it around my throat and pulled on it as he fucked me doggie style. Almost like they were reins.

After he came, i stayed on me on my hands and knees, and played with my clit as he put his fingers inside my pussy, which was still wet from his come.

After I came, he pulled his fingers out and put them in my mouth. I licked them clean, of course.

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I have been watching you all though the [...]]]> This is a story written for me by Sir, a dear, dear friend who understands completely my submissive tendencies. Only those who get that will enjoy the story. It is not for everyone.

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I have been watching you all though the wedding. You flashed me a view of that sweet cunt across the aisle as you sat down and the look on your face was perfectly clear. You want to be used as nothing more than a series of holes to satiate as many men as possible. I know that you are a dirty little slut and you are so proud of it. You need to be taught a lesson. A painful one.

After everyone leaves the church, I return to the pew on which you sat, imagining your smooth pussy which was so recently nestled into that burgundy velvet cushion. I notice the scent of your musk in the air. Could I be so lucky? Yes, your pussy was so wet with excitement that you left a dark stain on the fabric of the cushion. My cock instantly springs to attention. I drop to my knees in front of the pew, wanting nothing more than to worship the relic of your wantonness. i bring my face close to the stain, the intoxicating smell becoming overwhelming. I unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and begin to stroke it, unable to control my desires.

There is still pussy juice intermingling with the fibers of the fabric, not yet soaked through into the padding. Only a true slut could have been so wet. My breath quickens, as I lick my lips, extend my tongue, and and bring my face to your nectar. Just as I am about to taste that which has overwhelmed all of my senses, I notice movement out of the corner of my eye.

“Excuse me, I forgot my purse,” you say, with a bemused look on your face as you reach past my head to retrieve the unnoticed red handbag. I grab your arm as you reach the bag. You freeze, noticing my hard cock. A look of hunger crosses your face, then a wry smile.

Before you can say a word, my hand quickly shoots up your skirt and I slide two fingers into your dripping snatch. You gasp as I work them in and out of you and begin to meet the rhythm of each stroke with your hips. You lean over the pew in front of you, your bountiful tits hanging over the back, hard nipples straining the black bra and top for release.

I lean forwards and whisper in your ear “I know what you are. I’ve heard the stories and seen the pictures. You will be punished for being such a whore.”

Your cheeks are flush with anger and desire. Who is this person and how did he find out about me? Then the wave of fear sweeps over you.You realize that you are out of control. This makes you even more lustful, even wetter.

Your breathing is quickening as the need to have your pussy filled overcomes the fear. You reach out and grab my hard cock, roughly pumping it up and down in time to my fingers sliding in and out. You have been completely overwhelmed by the need to unleash your animalistic desires.

“How many people have seen this pussy today, whore?” I hiss in your ear as I slide in a third finger. You moan loudly, but do not answer. “Answer bitch!” Still you don’t answer. I grab you around the throat and spit in your face. “You are such a dirty slut aren’t you? You love to toy with desire. Well, it ends now!”

My grip tightens even more around your throat as I rip down your skirt. “Do you want my cock?” I ask coldly. “Oh, wait, I control your air supply. Silly me.” You begin to struggle as you realize that I am not letting go, not letting you get the oxygen you so need. The panic begins to set in just as I ram my dick into your slick cunt. Your whole body goes rigid as your carnal desires are fulfilled. The slap of skin on skin echos through the church as our bodies meet, stroke by stroke.

Your desire to be fucked has temporarily subverted your desire for oxygen, but you then realize that things are starting to go dark. I whisper calmly in your ear  “Goodbye, whore” as I pull my cock out of you.

Just as the darkness closes in on you, I release your throat. You gasp loudly for breath, your heart beating so hard you think it will jump out of your chest. There are tears running down your face, leaving trails of mascara as they fall.

You fall to your knees and turn your head toward me, only to meet my relentless cock. I slide it past your lips, over your tongue, to the back of your throat, burying it balls-deep in your face. I hold you there by the back of your head as I fumble in your purse for your phone. As your body spasms, fighting for the breath blocked by my cock, I take a picture your
face.

“Who should I send this one to, you cunt?” I ask as i pull my dick from your mouth. Before you can answer, I begin to roughly fuck your face. “I bet you’d like me to send this to your husband, wouldn’t you? To show him how much of a filthy slut you are, with a stranger’s dick in your face. Would you like that?” I ask in a cold voice. You nod as you totally submit to my power, your body going limp.

“Should I send him a picture of you doing what you do best? You are the world’s best cum dumpster, aren’t you, bitch?” You nod, the look of shame on your face making me even harder. I pump in and out of your filthy mouth faster and faster, the sounds of your gagging getting me ever closer to what we both desire.

With a groan, I begin to come. The first spurt lashes across your tongue as I pull out of your mouth. You taste your salty drug of choice at long last. The second spurt leaves a trail across your left eye and cheek. The
rest of the load ends up on your lips and chin. You greedily lick and push as much as you can into your mouth.

“You are a good little pet,” I say, patting you on the head. I turn around, zip up my pants, and walk out of the church, leaving you in a puddle of bodily fluids. You lean back on the floor and internally wallow in the filth that is your desire, and begin to laugh. You still want more. Your hand reaches to your pussy and you slide a finger inside.

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Below are the other posts chosen. All are very, very nice. Some are obviously NSFW, but this site is too, so HEY. Back to work Pervy McPerverson!!

This Week’s Picks Every Time You Orgasm, An Angel Gets Its Wings “There is [...]]]> So my post on being pro-sex was chosen to be part of Sugasm 167. This makes me obscenely happy.

Below are the other posts chosen. All are very, very nice. Some are obviously NSFW, but this site is too, so HEY. Back to work Pervy McPerverson!!

This Week’s Picks
Every Time You Orgasm, An Angel Gets Its Wings
“There is nothing that screams “fuck you” to the pain and the hurt in the world than screaming “fuck me” to the person in your bed.”

HNT: Spanked
“I wasn’t sure how I felt about him. But tonight, I was sure.”

A Thousand Kisses
“This wasn’t enough. I knew that I had to try something else.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Congratulations, you’re invited!

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Religion

Editor’s Choice
Food, fun and commitment

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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Shoes. I had never given much thought to shoes, or to [...]]]> It started at Stein Mart. I went in to get my mother a present, and found myself gravitating to the back of the store. I knew what was back there. I pretended that I was just browsing, but then I found myself trying them on.

Shoes. I had never given much thought to shoes, or to feet for that matter. They were just what I walked on, and my shoes were always practical. Danskos, Birkenstocks, Clarks, shoes your mom would wear. Other shoes just seemed, well, ridiculous. Plus, not being very graceful, I needed all the stability I could get.

And then one night, when talking to you, I got it. It had nothing to do with walking. You didn’t want me walking in the shoes at all.

You want to come shopping with me, to one of the tiny expensive shoe stores lining the city. You want me to have perfectly manicured toes and feet that cry out for beautiful shoes. You want me to sit down in the store, while you bring me the shoes pair by pair, as if I am a queen. You want to kneel before me, gently glide my shoes off, caress my foot, and then slip the new shoe on. As you do this, you want me to open my legs a little too widely, and reveal my lack of panties to you, and anyone else in the line of view.

After you pick the pair you like best, you want me to go to dinner with you. You want to sit in a booth, where we can hear each other talking in the slightest whisper. You want me to put one foot slightly up, so that you can reach it under the table and remove the shoe. You then want to rub the foot and caress it, even with all the other people in the restaurant. You want to hear me moan when you rub my foot, and hear my breathing get shallower and faster as you rub deeper and deeper.

You want me to lean into you, tell you very quietly and very slowly how sexy you are, so gently that only the tiny hairs on your ear feel the breeze of my breath. You want me to dart my tongue out barely, and just graze the lobe of your ear, knowing it will send blood rushing to your cock.

You then want me to subtlely put one hand under the table, unzip your pants, and release your cock so that it springs forward, still covered by the tablecloth.  Then you want me to lean back, gently raise my feet under the table, and stroke your cock with my cute little painted toes.

When I feel the precum on the head of your penis, you want me to put my hand back under the table, use one finger to collect it, and then put the precum soaked finger in my mouth. Then, you want me to put my finger in my pussy, and then reach across the table and put the finger in YOUR mouth.

When your cock is so hard that it feels like it will burst, you want me to take a little butter from the bread basket, put it in my hand, and grab your cock under the table with my slick hand. You want me to look you right in the eye while I stroke your cock up and down, very quietly, and very discreetly. You think you will die, and start screaming at the table, but I tell you with my eyes to be quiet. When you come, you come so hard that some of it gets on the table cloth, but most of it gets in my hand. You then want me to take the come covered hand, reach down, and rub it all over my feet before gently placing them back in the shoes.

You then want me to bring my hand back up, slyly lick any remaining come from my fingers, and watch you, watching me.

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So even though I [...]]]> So tonight I was horny. Big surprise. I am always horny now. Luckily, I have checked with actual mental health professionals and been assured that this is my true libido, and not a manic phase about to spiral down into crack whoredom. Although really, how much are crack whores enjoying their work?

So even though I knew my husband is pretty much a sure thing, I took off my pants, put on my white tank top, and climbed into bed. I was feeling very saucy and yet very submissive, so I just knelt down on the bed with my ass facing him. I just wanted him to look at my ass for a long time. My tits are definitely my best feature, but lace boy shorts help my ass look its best. That, combined with the fact that my pussy hair was spilling out of the sides, guaranteed that I would get my ass rubbed. The rubbing then turned into ass AND pussy slapping, a very new and much loved practice from my husband.

After some slapping, he did what absolutely drives me crazy. He reached into my cunt, not by taking my panties off, but by slipping his fingers under the panties. I swear to God, I love to be fingered while wearing panties. I am not sure if it brings back memories of high school, or memories of fingering myself in my adolescence, but the feel of the lace digging into my ass and cunt gets me even wetter.

After he spent ample time worshiping my pussy in the manner it deserves, I told him that I wanted to suck his cock. No, I NEEDED to suck his cock. There is something about cock sucking that approaches prayer for me. I feel almost transcendental when sucking cock, like I was put on earth to do it. I sucked his cock last night in the basement, and he came all over my tits. And I mean ALL over my tits, as it had been a few days since we had had sex. Still, it was not enough. I needed more.

Lately my cocksucking has taken a somewhat different turn. As I said before, I have always loved to suck cock. However, it has always been something I did in a very dominant fashion. I knew I was good at it, and got off on making the guy squirm under my tongue. Now, though, I have found that I want it to be rougher. I used to laugh at porn movies where the star would start choking on some guys cock. I thought it was gross and even demeaning. And yet here I find myself, getting the wettest I have gotten in my life, from choking on my husband’s cock.

When he grabs my hair, which tonight was in two little pigtail knots on my head, it feels like I am being guided by a higher power on how to suck cock. At that point, I will do anything. He shoves my head down hard on his cock until it is buried deep in my throat and I can not breathe. I try to keep in in as long as possible, and then come up gasping for air. The first time we did this he shot off into my throat without me even tasting his come.

So tonight I was again deep throating the man I have know for 22 years, the man who is the father of my children, the man who is my best friend in the world. And yet none of that mattered, because he was simply the cock that was in my throat. It was everything, it was my whole world. He would occasionally pull my head up to look him in the eye, or to come up and kiss him, and then he would push my head right back down where it belonged.

I thought he was going to come in my mouth, or at least in my face, but it turned out he had other plans. He pulled me reluctantly off his cock, and pushed me onto my stomach on the bed. He then proceeded to fuck me, hard and fast, while my own fingers were working furiously on my clit. After he came, he shoved his slippery cock up my ass, and I had a hard time catching my breath. Normally, he puts his cock in nice and slow to give my asshole time to adjust, but not tonight. He shoved his cock as far as it would go, and just kept it there.

By this time my legs were off the bed, and I was holding onto the covers in an effort to gain some traction so I could come. When it seemed like that was not going to happen, he pulled his cock out, and replaced them with his fingers, both in my ass and my pussy. He then proceeded to finger fuck me with the same hardness and intensity as he had with his cock. I worked my clit as hard as it would go, and made my own hand go numb. His hands and mine were covered with his sperm and my pussy juice. It was a loud, sloppy mess that was not at all polite and reserved. Then I noticed something, something I had never noticed in my pussy before.

His fingers were in me in such a way as to hit my g-spot, which has been great in the past. However, this time, something about fingers on the g-spot, in my ass, and on my clit combined with the angle I was hanging off the bed caused me to start squirting. I have never squirted in my life before, and had just had a conversation online about the subject yesterday. But there I was, 36 years old, married mother of two, squirting as I came hard, so hard, on the fingers of the man I married ten years ago.

Life is good.

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Eating a bowl of Corn Pops while feeling all the come squish out of my pussy after fucking is really cool. Recently after I received a massive throat fucking [...]]]> I love sex. I also love sugary cereals. I have recently discovered the amazing high of eating sugary kids cereals immediately following sex. Rough sex in particular.

Eating a bowl of Corn Pops while feeling all the come squish out of my pussy after fucking is really cool. Recently after I received a massive throat fucking from my husband, I had a bowl of Lucky Charms. And for some reason, Cookie Crisp went very well after getting my ass torn up.

I think it must have something to do with the combination of a very adult pleasure and a very innocent, childhood pleasure.

Either that or I am wanton hedonist with no chance at living a life of moderation.

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A commenter who prefers to be called Spongebob (interesting kink by the way) pointed me to David Hamilton as a possible source for the book that my father posessed when I was a child.

He was right!! Thanks to the beauty of the internet, the book is on its way, and I have posted a link [...]]]>

A commenter who prefers to be called Spongebob (interesting kink by the way) pointed me to David Hamilton as a possible source for the book that my father posessed when I was a child.

He was right!! Thanks to the beauty of the internet, the book is on its way, and I have posted a link below.

Sisters by David Hamilton

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