What happened to your last few videos? Did the porn Gestapo come and say you couldn't make music videos with clips from their movies?
Looks like I ruffled some feathers! Not sure what the next move is so stay tuned.
You're stories are great, publish some more!
Thanks. I do hope to get around to some more stories as soon as I can. Just a little matter of time…
Very hot you really do know what we want
Yes, I think I do know what we all want. Much, much more to come… so get ready.
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Thanks, babe.
How does it make you feel… to watch her with him? To know...
How does it make you feel… to watch her with him? To know you'll lose her to him?
I need more! *pouts*
Sorry to everyone for my recent lack of video production. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer as I'm traveling most of the autumn. But I have some big plans, so it'll be worth the wait! xo
Congratulations for your videos they're hot, sexy, rights images to the right message, to the point and... with very good club music!!
Thank you! Much more to come…
You'll never have what it takes.
You'll never have what it takes.
Your blog might literally be the hottest thing on the internet. NOTHING else gets me so hard, or makes me feel so inadequate ...
Now that's some fan mail that's suitable for framing! Dim the lights, strap on headphones, and descend into the darkness…
This is a fantastic blog...
I'd like to think so too! Thanks for the kind words.
Adultress' Hands
Adultress' Hands
Jayna shows how it's done!
Jayna shows how it's done!
Abigail is addicted too
Abigail is addicted too
White girls love to be stretched by BBC
White girls love to be stretched by BBC
She's addicted…
She's addicted…
I love these! I only wish there were hundreds more: ) Thank you!!!
Don't know about hundreds, but many more to come. Glad you're enjoying these little glimpses into my pervy mind!
Feel Like Fucking
Feel Like Fucking
Deep Throat Queens
Deep Throat Queens
Dirty Girl
Dirty Girl
Alien in the House
Frank: Funny how a blessing can descend into a curse. I had a lovely wife of five years. We were in love. I had a nice job, good enough that she could stay home and take care of household demands. Jodi and I had a super sex life. OK, maybe a little more vanilla than I secretly would have wanted, but I really couldn't complain.
Jodi and I aren't religious, but we do believe very strongly in service and compassion, so we wanted to adopt an underprivileged kid. Randy was ten when we brought him home. He was a sweet boy, bright, though a little high strung and aggressive. We figured with love and patience, he'd grow into a fine young man.
Jodi: We live in a very liberal community, so if any of our neighbors thought it odd to see us with a black boy, they didn't let on. Frank always spent a little time with Randy every day, playing sports, riding bikes, or helping him with his homework. Randy didn't care much for schoolwork, but what healthy boy does?
It was a joy to see how close they were. They'd spend hours at the park on weekends, tossing a football or pitching baseballs. Randy learned fast. They'd come home sweaty and dirty and I would fix them a hearty lunch, and then they'd go back out and romp some more. Frank and I always had a wonderful connection, but after seeing how he and Randy bonded, our relationship reached another level. I adored holding him in my arms at the end of the night, hearing him say how much he loved me as he entered me.
Randy: I'm glad to be out of that orphanage. Mom and Dad—man, still feels weird to say that—are nice. But I don't know if it feels like home. I feel like an alien. There are no other black kids anywhere. Mom and Dad don't notice it, but I feel the eyes of our neighbors checking me out whenever we go out together.
Frank: Randy grew up into a fine looking kid. By the time he was thirteen he was eye to eye with me. I'm 6'1'', so we were always telling him what a bruiser he was becoming, and joked that the girls had better look out when he was on the prowl. He played on school football, baseball, and basketball teams, and he was by far the biggest one on the field in each sport. No matter how busy I was at work, I made sure to catch all his games. I was so proud!
By age 15 he was running me ragged, and beating me every time we played hoops. He was then 6'4" and over 200 pounds, all muscle.
Randy: It was better when I got to Junior High. There are lots of black kids there. I hang out with a few of the guys from my teams, and they always give me shit about how lame my parents are. I'm starting to get embarrassed when they come to my games, and want to hide when my Dad starts yelling his head off. What a loser.
Frank: I got a membership to a health club through one of my clients. I took Randy there one day to check out the gym. We worked out, and I was amazed at how much stronger he was than me. After our workout we hit the showers. When he turned to me to ask for soap, I gasped: His cock was unreal, like a snake ready to strike. It must have been four times as long as mine, and much thicker too. I'd never thought much about my endowment, since Jodi always seemed satisfied. It's difficult to admit this, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. I'm not sure what I felt. Admiration? Jealousy? Arousal?
Jodi: When Randy turned 15, I began to worry about him. His grades were awful, and he was becoming distant. He seemed ashamed of us when we went to his games or drove him somewhere. Frank said he was just going through puberty and that we should give him his space and be patient.
It was about that time that I made a shocking discovery. One afternoon as I was doing my chores, I walked into his room without knocking. I'd forgotten that he didn't have practice that day. There he was, sitting on his floor, surrounded by dirty magazines. He was completely nude, and was touching himself. I was so embarrassed! He froze like a deer in headlights, then leapt up and grabbed a pillow to cover himself. I'll never forget the sight of him as he stood in front of me. I could not believe that the thing between his legs was real. It looked like a police club. I muttered an apology and fled the room. We avoided each other until dinner. I decided not to mention anything to Frank; it was already humiliating enough to Randy that I saw him masturbating.
Randy: That bitch! Doesn't she know how to knock? I'm fucking sick of their meddling. I wish they'd just leave me alone. I'm starting to join the guys in ragging on my folks. Shit. I don't owe them anything. They need to just let me go about my business, and we'll be fine. I don't need to be worrying about grades. I'm the baddest athlete in school. All I care about is sports. If I work hard enough, I'm bound to get a college scholarship. So who needs to sweat the grades? As long as I stay eligible, I'm cool.
Oh, did I say all I care about is sports? I take it back: All I care about is sports and pussy. I'll just get one of those girls who follow me around to do my homework for me. If she's lucky, maybe I'll fuck her.
Frank: Jodi was a wildcat in bed tonight! She was so wet, her fluid dripped down my thighs as I screwed her. She was moaning like crazy. Ha! The old man's still got it!
Jodi: All afternoon I couldn't think straight. I felt so bad about walking in on Randy. My mind kept going back to the image of that enormous thing swaying between his legs. And God help me, but that night as Frank and I made love, all I could think about was Randy's cock. I'd close my eyes, and there it would be. I don't think I've ever come that hard.
Randy: Fuck this. This is the second time this week that bitch walked in on me. I'd taken a shower and was still wet when I thought about one of the seniors at school. I closed my eyes and pictured her on her knees, dressed like one of the sluts in my porn mags. In my mind I made her deepthroat my cock. That's a lot, because I measured it after I read an article that said six inches is normal. I guess 13" leaves me in pretty good shape, huh? So what happens but I pour baby oil all over my thing and I'm trying to enjoy a private moment, and in walks "Mom." Well, guess I should have locked the door, but damn—she should have knocked. She just stood there like a fool, her jaw hanging open. If she was gonna stare, I decided I'd let her. I didn't rush to cover it up.
She stammered something about masturbation being a normal part of a growing boy's life, or some sort of bullshit like that. I wasn't having it. I was so pissed, I decided to teach her a lesson about walking in on me like that. I said, "Mom, do you think I have a nice penis? I mean, if you were a single girl, would you like it?" You should have seen her trying to stay cool. She stammered, "Oh, um, yes, why, ahem, Randy, I think you are a, I think you have a nice looking, um…"
"So you like it? Do you think it looks sexy, all big and hard like that?" I started to stroke it.
She gulped and said softly that she did.
"Do you like when I rub it faster? Like this?"
She nodded. I told her to shut the door.
Damn, I could not believe what was happening. She sat down on the toilet and watched me like she was hypnotized. I sure got some balls, eh? Check out what I said next:
"Mom, you wanna touch it?"
She didn't move. She didn't say a word. I stood up, and pointed it right at her face. Next thing I know she's got a hand on the base. Her skin felt soft and cold. I liked the contrast, cause my cock was hard and steaming hot. She let out a little whimper as she began to move her hand faster. She even shuddered a few times. I mean, I could actually see her trembling.
"That's it, Mom. Oh, god that feels good. I think you gotta use both hands, it's too big for one."
She did everything I told her until I shot the biggest fucking load. You would not believe how much of that shit I sprayed all over her chest. She took a towel and wiped off and meekly left the room. I could not fucking believe what just happened.
Jodi: I can't believe what I just did. Of course, it can never happen again. I'll have to talk to Randy. God, what will I tell him? How can I explain myself?
When Frank began to touch me that night, I just wasn't in the mood. It wasn't the most creative excuse, but I told him I had a headache. He's so understanding. He kissed my forehead and said he loved me and wished me sweet dreams. I didn't sleep a wink, I was so filled with guilt.
Frank: I'm worried about Jodi. She's been absent-minded and she's snapped a few times in the last week, which just isn't like her. But when I ask what's wrong, she says she's fine, just a little tired that's all.
Randy: I didn't tell anyone what happened. The guys would just tell me I'm full of shit. But I know how good it felt having someone else's hands jerk me off. Rather than cure my horniness, it just made it worse. I've been so horny I've been jacking off two or three times a day, even doing it in the school bathroom. Every time I picture that bitch putting her hands on my cock, I just get hard and need to come.
Jodi: Randy and I haven't said two words to each other this week. We need to clear this up before the situation deteriorates. I'm going to bring it up today after he gets home from practice. Frank will work late again tonight, so we'll have several hours before he comes home. That'll leave plenty of time to resolve this problem. Now I've just got to figure out what to say.
Randy: I've got to figure out a way to get her to do that again. It happened once when she walked in on me, so I guess that's worth a try. I'm gonna go home today and jerk off and see if she surprises me again.
Jodi: His door was cracked, but I knocked this time. He said to come in. His back was to me. I could tell what he was doing. "Randy, baby, we need to talk about what happened."
"I know Mom, I've been thinking the same thing."
He turned around and there was that monstrous cock again. God knows I tried to be calm, but that feeling came back—like I was sinking into warm liquid. A surge of heat filled my body. I felt light-headed. I couldn't concentrate. I stammered like some nervous schoolgirl. He took charge of the situation.
Randy: I knew she wanted it as soon as she saw it. She got that same dumb look on her face. I told her, "I've been thinking about what happened the other day." I walked towards her, my cock standing out like a weapon. I stood over her, looking down at her.
"You know, you've got really soft hands. And I think you're so beautiful. I can't stop thinking about you." I took her hand and she didn't resist when I put it on my cock.
I don't know what the hell has come over me, but I just said whatever I thought of. Shit like, "You'd look really good on your knees, Mom."
It was like she was my fucking slave or something. She just dropped down to the floor, and her hand was flying up and down my shaft.
I was batting a thousand, so what the hell. I said, "Don't you want to taste it, Mom? Don't you want my cock in your mouth?"
She did. She quivered and moaned and her lips were around it in a flash. Holy shit!
Jodi: I could not believe what I was doing. It was so wrong, so very wrong! But it was like a switch had turned off in my brain, and all rational thought had stopped. It's like how they say men think with their dicks; I guess I was thinking with my cunt. But once I started, there was no turning back. I could barely wrap my lips around that gorgeous, perfect cock of his. And it was so long that no matter how deep I took it there was still room for both of my tiny hands. I coated his length with my saliva, and slid my hands up and down that miraculous shaft. I just had to touch myself. I came hard and fast. God, I was so wet!
When he came it was like he'd been saving a load up since he hit puberty. I'd forgotten what young men are capable of. He fired off blast after blast, faster than I could swallow. My cheeks bulged with his come, but I was a good girl and slurped down every drop.
He fell back on his bed, and I crept away to deal with my intense guilt.
Frank: She was quiet and distracted again tonight. Randy wasn't even at dinner. What the hell is going on around here? Is it something I've done? Perhaps if I keep giving them their space, they'll open up to me and we can deal with the problems together.
Jodi wasn't in the mood, again, so I touched myself in the bathroom, stroking myself, imagining her dressed in something silky and sexy, imagining her as wet as she was the last time—it seems ages ago—that we made love.
Randy: The next time I got that slut to go down on me, I made sure she was naked first. I wanted to see what kind of package I was getting in the bargain. I waited until I was good and hard, and then I just walked up behind her and made sure she felt my thing pressing into her ass. She whispered, "No, no, please Randy, it's not right." But the next thing you know, she's fishing me out of my pants and dropping down to her knees. I let her have a taste and then told her to get undressed.
I was surprised. I had no idea Mom was in such good shape. She could have been one of the bitches in my porn mags. I loved her flat tummy, her firm ass, and those nice tits. Ok, so they weren't the big fake ones you see in the mags, but they were a nice cantaloupe size. She fingered herself while she went down on me, and I noticed her pussy lips were big and puffy and stuck out really nice. I decided now was the time to lose my virginity. So I just pushed her onto her back and stuck it in. She was saying "No, no, no" all over again. But the whole time she arched her back, bucked her hips, clawed my skin. I fucked her like the guys do in the video tapes—hard, and fast. She hissed, "So big, so big, so big!"
Jodi: It felt like I was being impaled. Oh my god, had I ever been fucked before? He was young, and he was a little awkward, but just the feeling of that wicked thing going inside of me made up for the lack of technique. He was like an animal. He was relentless. I felt like I was exploding into a million fragments. I came over and over. I thought I might pass out.
Frank: It's been a couple weeks. Jodi seems to have lost all interest in sex. She gave a half-hearted attempt at a blow job, but stopped after a few minutes and said goodnight. Should I suggest counseling?
She's so depressed and distant. I've tried everything I could think of. I bring her flowers or candy almost every night. I send her cards just to say, "I love you." I pick up meals from nice restaurants so she won't have to cook. But she seems farther away than ever. A couple times I've woken up in the middle of the night and found her side of the bed empty. She explained that she's restless and can't sleep, and gets up for a snack or to read. She goes into the living room or kitchen, because she doesn't want to wake me. That's so thoughtful!
Jodi: Poor Frank! We haven't had sex in ages, and I don't know what to tell him. But how could I after the workouts Randy gives me? My pussy is so damn sore! I always seem to forget this when the boy is sliding inside of me. But somehow when Frank wants to get frisky, the thought of more sex just revolts me.
I've been taking a lot of risks, even sneaking out of bed to get more of what I crave. It starts the same way every time. I tell Randy this can't go on, knowing all along that it will. He just pulls that cock out and grins maliciously. Before I know it, I'm guiding it into my steaming cunt or stretching my lips to accommodate him.
Randy: This is fucking excellent! I've got her coming to my room at night, begging for it. A day doesn't go by that we don't get it on. I guess Dad just doesn't give her what she needs.
Last night I tried out something I saw on an interracial website. Seems the more they degrade and insult and abuse those bitches, the hotter they get. One night when Mom was on her knees, gagging on my cock, I said, "You sure look good on your knees. You like it don't you?"
"MMM-HMMM."
"I'll bet you feel like a little slut when such a huge cock gets rammed down your throat."
"MMMM!"
"You like feeling like a little tramp, don't you Mom?"
She opened her eyes a little and nodded, then went back to work.
"You like feeling like a cheap whore, don't you?"
She squealed a little, and picked up the pace.
"You're a nasty bitch aren't you? A fucking whore?"
She answered by sucking all the more intensely. I knew I had her. That night I called her every filthy name I could come up with. The ruder I was, the more turned on she got, just like on the website. Goddamn.
Jodi: Am I sick? It's bad enough what I'm doing. But why did I get so turned on when he spoke dirty to me like that? If Frank had ever dared such language he would have been lucky to get away with just a slap in the face.
Randy: I decided I wanted her to look more like the cheap bitches I used to jerk off to. She's already a blonde, so that's a start. I told her next time she comes to my room to put on something sexy. The next day she came back in this frilly Victorian Secret's thing that just didn't cut it. I showed her pictures of what I expected. She got all huffy, saying, "You want me to wear that sort of thing? I don't think so." I just told her to be a good girl if she wanted more of me.
The next time Dad went to the gym, sure enough, she dressed up like a stripper. She wore stiletto heels and a skin-tight silver mini dress that kept slipping up her ass and exposing her crack. I told her she looked fine, but next time she should shave her pussy. She started to protest, but I just cut her down with a look.
Jodi: I can't believe I'm lathering up my pubic hair and shaving it all off, just because Randy told me to. I curse him the whole time, but still I do like he tells me to do. And damn if I don't quiver when my fingers graze my exposed cunt. I wind up fingering myself, thinking about how turned on Randy will be when he sees me.
Frank: I caught a glimpse of her pussy today. She shaved off all her hair! When I asked why, she said she'd had a rash, and indeed, she IS swollen and red down there. Poor baby! I feel ashamed for trying to coerce her to have sex these last few weeks. I need to lay off a while.
Randy: I told her what a good little slut she was for following my commands. "Just for that, I'm gonna treat you like the whore you wanna be and fuck your face like there's no tomorrow." I grabbed the back of her head and made her gag on my cock. I ordered her to tell me just how cheap and slutty she is. I made her really ham it up before I let her have my cock.
Jodi: Here we go again. On my knees being told what a little whore I am. Loving every minute. The come ran down my legs. Wow! I hope Frank won't wake up and miss me, because I've just got to climb on top of that fine cock of Randy's.
Frank: Do you know what it's like to see your wife fuck another man? Do you know what it's like to see her fuck another man who happens to be your adopted son? Can you imagine what that's like, especially when she's denied you sex for over a month? OK, how about when she's sitting in his lap, impaling herself on the most massive cock you've ever seen, and she is clearly in ecstasy…more insane with lust than she ever was with you? Do you know what that feels like?
I watched as long as I could stand it. Odd, but while I was revolted, angered, saddened, shocked, I was also fascinated. I hated what I was seeing, but one small part of me admitted the scene was awesome: A beautiful woman worshipping the most impressive cock I've ever seen in my life.
I didn't know what to do, so I slunk back to my bed and pretended to be asleep. She came back about half an hour later, spent a long time in the bathroom, then climbed into bed. I lay awake the rest of the night while she drifted off to a deep, peaceful sleep. I wept angry tears as I lay there, not knowing what I'd say in the morning.
Randy: After the little slut left my room with a load of spunk in her cunt, I lay in bed for the longest time, replaying the scene. You want to know how big a freak I am? Just thinking about shooting my come down her hungry throat or into that sopping wet pussy got me horny again, and I jerked off thinking about it.
Jodi: I think I was gone too long. I may have lost track of time. Thank god Frank sleeps through all of this.
Usually I fall right asleep after Randy runs me through my work out, but I was so damn horny I lay in bed, lightly touching my clit. I am so proud that I'm able to take more and more of Randy's tool in my mouth. My goal is to learn to deep throat. I lay in bed, imagining how that would look, receiving it until his big balls slap my chin. Maybe I'll practice on a dildo or something and surprise him one day.
Frank: Well, I was useless at work today. I couldn't keep my mind on anything. I sat at my desk, cheeks flushed with shame at the image that was seared into my brain, that of my pretty wife servicing Randy. I cursed myself when I realized I was getting hard. Damn it! I should be getting ready to whip his ass, not becoming turned on at something so wrong. And I really cursed myself when I skulked off to the bathroom and took out my puny cock. But it felt so good to stroke it. I shuddered as I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild. There, in my mind, was my wife, feverish with desire, slamming her body up and down that inhuman cock. My come spurted out in huge gobs, soiled my trousers. I cleaned up as best I could and returned to my desk.
Jodi: I can't fight it anymore. When I walk down the hallway outside his room, balancing in my stilettos, the juice flows with every step. My cunt literally throbs with anticipation. What's a gal to do except fuck her teenage son?
Frank: When Jodi slipped out of our bedroom, I had to follow. I knew where she was headed. I knew what I'd see. But I had no idea what I'd do.
Randy: The bitch was right on time again tonight. I put on some hip hop and had her dance for me. I told her to shake it like a stripper, strut it like a sex slave. She crawled across the floor, raised that fine ass in the air, spread her wet pussy lips to let me know how bad she wanted to taste my come.
Jodi: So much for fidelity. I was cheating on a daily basis, right under my husband's nose. Absolutely no thought about consequences. Remorse just a distant memory.
And so much for women's lib. I just lived to hear him command me to do depraved things. I adored being humiliated and abused. So when he growled, "Bitch, get down on the floor and dance for me like a fucking little cock-worshipping slut!" I dropped to my knees in all of one second. He pressed PLAY, and the beat began. I swayed my hips, spread my legs, cupped my tits and pinched my nipples. Anything, everything, just to deserve that god-like, black cock.
Frank: I edged to the door. I may as well have just walked right up and stood in the middle of the entrance because Jodi and Randy were in their own worlds. She, absorbed in dancing at his feet. He, mesmerized by her perverted display. My wife had never danced for me, never posed. Heck, she wouldn't even wear heels or lingerie for me. She once caught me looking at softcore porn and didn't speak to me for a week. And here she was dancing like a pro. But unlike a stripper, the lust in her eyes was real and undeniable.
Sure, I was shamed and angry, but I was also so damn turned on! At that moment my wife was simply the hottest thing I had ever laid eyes on. I just couldn't resist. I took out my cock and began to jerk off.
My eyes were glued to Jodi the whole time. The more feverish she became, the more aroused I felt. So I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when Randy spoke. "Hi, dad! Like the show? Mom sure is one hot bitch, huh? But then, you wouldn't know a thing about that, would you? Come on in, get a closer look at what a little slut you married."
TO BE CONTINUED
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