Forced to Watch
September 22, 2008
Forced to watch
I quietly enter into your house and seeing you sleeping in your bed, so small and peacful. I quickly wake you and your boyfriend up. I tell him to sit in a chair across the room, the gun in my hand removes all disobediance, I tell you to tie him to the chair then move back to the bed. I command you to take of all your clothes. I see in your closet a pair of sexy pumps, I grab them along with a pair of black thigh highs that were lying on the floor. I order you to put on the thigh highs and the pumps, then to lie on your stomach. Quickly I tie your hands to the front legs of the bed, and force your legs apart and tie each ankle to the foot of the bed. Your look so cute, so sexy tied spread eagle like that. Absolutly inviting.
I move to the head of the bed and strip off all my clothes. I lean over you. grabbing your hair I turn your face towards me and command you to suck on my cock. your lips feel amasing as the wet softness of your mouth envelops my cock. in no time you have me hard as a rock and throbing. I stop you before I burst and command you to get it good and wet.
Alison Tries to Leave
September 21, 2008
She was mine, but now…She belongs to someone else.
They always say that you never miss someone until they are truly gone, and it is during your isolation from them you realise all the things you did wrong that drove them away. Is that the reason why we make these mistakes and end these relationships; just to learn more so that we do not repeat the mistakes? I hope not, but that seems to be the case with my last relationship.
I was a controlling bastard. Quite frankly, it got me off when I would order my “whore” around and tell her what to do, what to wear, how to suck my cock, how to fuck herself: I tried to control every aspect of her life, and I loved it. I know it was wrong of me, but at the time, all I cared about was getting a hard-on so I could fuck her amazing ass and pussy all night. She was a beautiful, younger than me, and of course, Asian. I remember back in High School I was captain of the baseball team, and I was very popular, so I often times had my choice of girls: I used to always go for the bimbos. You know the ones I’m talking about, the ones with the huge tits, no brains, and who just want to fuck their way to the top of the high school social ladder. Hey, if they want to use me for that, then who am I to resist? Besides, when you are fucking the best looking girls in school every other night, who honestly cares if your dick has more brains then they do.
Uncle Jim - Bathroom Slut
September 21, 2008
PART 3 of UNCLE JIM SERIES
Over the course of the next few weeks we slowly learnt to live as lovers. I was a high school student by day and my uncle’s slut by night. I wore modest clothes to school, but stripped as soon as I came home so that I was always naked for Uncle Jim. I was always ready to suck his cock when he came home and offer him my cunt when he was horny. On several occasions he asked me to stop by his construction site on my way home from school so that he could get an afternoon fuck to recharge for the last couple of hours at work.
Ever so often he’d go out and now he took me with him. Every time he bought a new outfit for me, designed to reveal more than it hid. After a few months, I became more comfortable with showing my body in public. By the summer, had given up on wearing panties or a bra, of course unless it was part of a lingerie outfit that daddy had picked out for me. Men were drooling at the sight of me and whenever someone asked if they could fuck me or “How much?” Uncle Jim smiled and replied “She’s free, but only for me.” Then he’d lift my skirt and used his fingers to spread apart my shaved cunt so they could see what they were missing. It didn’t take long before I started flashing men on my own.
I’d grown used to the idea of being his slut in public and amateur porn model in the bedroom. Uncle Jim loved filming me and he had my nude photos as he screensaver on the computer. We even printed and framed some family time pics of me sucking on his cock. I had gained enough confidence to even come up with my own suggestions for the types of videos and photos we could take for our collection. Uncle Jim loved them and said that my thinking proved that I was now a real slut.
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Uncle Jim - First Internet Post
September 21, 2008
PART 2 of the UNCLE JIM SERIES
“Christy Ann, baby,” Uncle Jim said. “You told me yesterday that you’ve watched porn.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“What kind of porn is that?”
“Hardcore stuff, just old movies that my friends have found in their parents’ and brothers’ stashes.”
“Have you ever downloaded any videos from the Internet?”
“No, only pictures.”
“You see, I have a lot of movies of myself and my sluts on the Internet. Those guys who were here yesterday, they weren’t clients from my construction company, they were from a swingers club in town that trades photos and vids over the web, sometimes we trade off on sluts too. I’ve known them for a while, and we’ve done a lot of swapping.”
“Really, Uncle Jim?”
“Yeah. And yesterday they said that if I ever wanted to trade photos and videos of you, they’d even send one of their wives over to join you.”
“Me?”
Uncle Jim’s New Slut
September 21, 2008
All my life it’d just been Uncle Jim and me. According to the story I was told, my parents were lovers, when my father was stationed overseas in the military. My mother was an asian woman, that’s really all he ever told me of her. She got pregnant, and when I was born she dumped me with my father and disappeared. When my father came back from the military he asked his best friend, Uncle Jim, to be my God father. A year later my father died in a car accident and I’ve been living with Uncle Jim ever since.
Uncle Jim had never married. He always said that I was the only woman in his life. Well, that might be an exaggeration because at nearly 44 years of age he was a good looking guy and I’d lost count of how many girlfriends he’d had. He liked them young. I don’t think I’d seen him with any woman over the age of 25, and most of them seemed to be around 20. He didn’t seem to have a specific “type” that he went for, other than the fact that they were young, wore skimpy outfits and enjoyed sex – sluts, in other words. He built our house so that he and I had one wing each, at opposite ends of the house. But even with the kitchen, his study, the family room, the living room and the dining room between us, some nights I could still hear him fucking women he’d picked up in various places.
Not too long after my 18th birthday I was hungry for a midnight snack and walked into the kitchen to find Uncle Jim having his cock sucked by a girl who used to be a year above me in school. They couldn’t see me so I lingered in the doorway for a long time, curiously watching this girl sucking my Uncle Jim’s cock. She looked as though she knew exactly what she was doing. Uncle Jim’s cock looked huge to me, but she still managed to get all of it inside her mouth. When he came, he squirted his milky cum all over her face and tits. Then they disappeared to his bedroom and I spent the next hour listening to them fucking. By the sounds of her moans, Uncle Jim must be very good in bed.
Kissing Cousins
September 18, 2008
When I was about 22, my husband and I went back home to see everybody before moving across the country for a job. I got to see my little angels again, except they weren?t little anymore. Now I never did describe myself so let me do that now. I am a very petite 5 feet and 2 inches tall, 34C breasts, and a 27-inch waist. Being half Puerto Rican I have that perfect tanned skin, light brown eyes and black wavy hair that reaches halfway down my back.
Anyways that night I had woken to go to the bathroom, it was around 1 am. I had just came home from school and my parents had asked me to s
As I was walking down the steps I realized that I was wearing very little. I had on white bikini panties and a spaghetti tee that I loved. Instead of going back to my room to change, I figured I would just pop my head in their rooms and take a peek. That’s when I heard laughter coming out of one of their rooms. Realizing that they were awake I again thought of what I was wearing but with a little shiver that I ignored I stuck to my plan. I walked up and knocked on Andrews door and waited for a response, I didn’t want to walk in on anything, at least that’s what I told myself. I heard some noises and then I heard Andrew call out to come in.
“Hey guys, what are you up to,” I asked them as I slowly opened the door and poked my head in. Andrew was sprawled on the bed wearing just a pair of boxers. I took a minute to admire him. He had grown a lot muscular since the last time I had seen them. His shoulders were nice and broad. By the look of his arms and chest he had been working out and male did he look good.