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A Second First Kiss
I remember his kiss being greasy from the Harold’s chicken he grabbed from upstairs. His tongue was flat and wide and he kept trying to waddle it into my mouth. I kept my lips tightly shut like the kids on television. He was fifteen at the time and had snuck into the show to watch Jason’s Lyric the week before. I think he was trying and failing to recreate a Jason and Lyric moment.
By Victoria Catherine6 years ago in Filthy
The Dream
There I was, my back pressed against the brick wall, the ivy entangling in my hair, my eyes fixed on yours. Your hands quickly grab my wrists and force them above my head, you hold them there firmly with one hand as the other roughly moves up my thigh. I stare at you with a lust and wanting knowing all too well this is forbidden. What will people think? What will our partners say? How could we give in to such carnal desires?
By Victoria Catherine6 years ago in Filthy
Exclusive Interview with Cult Filmmaker: Roscoe Forthright
Gina Swan: How many of your films have I been in Roscoe? Roscoe Forthright: At least 99%! I lose track. I know you weren’t in Witch Sisters: Capt Evil— I was not even in that one. That was Eva, Bea, Rosalee and the handsome young man with the huge cock. I forget his name. The girls loved working with that big cock. And he was a smart and friendly person as well.
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
Zero Cell Logs #6
Aiden started a timer, and it started counting down from an hour on the monitor. The first thing that he did was cut out all the lights so that the room Max was in was only black. We were able to watch what was happening on the screen as a result of the camera's on each corner of the room.
By Come Again6 years ago in Filthy
The Black Stud
He was waiting for me outside, when I left the office. We have been chatting online for the last two weeks now. He was a hot older gentleman his skin was light but dark enough to tell he was black. There was no denying that he was black once his boxers came off. He was hung like a horse as for what I saw in pictures. After a long anticipated two weeks of teasing each other online, he was finally here. I had him to myself for the next three days. My heart skipped a beat as I approached him biting my lip. He smiled as he said hello in a deep voice, I shyly said hi back. We hugged and he kissed me I was timid. His skin so dark compared to my pale white skin, his muscles were so big to my frail body. He unlocked the car and we both got inside. We talked about life as we drove to the hotel. I told him how my husband is always away on "business" trips and how I secretly caught him fucking the neighbor about a month ago, when I came home early from work due to illness. We finally arrived at the hotel and went to the room. I asked him if he brought condoms, which he replied no. I was kind of mad but at same time my husband didn't use a condom with the neighbor either. I looked at him and made him promise to pull out, which he agreed. He took off his shirt revealing his sex sleek six-pack abs I was mesmerized. He coughs breaking my gaze, he asks if I'm going to strip too and laughs. I clumsily take off my top, nothing sexy about it. My ample B cup breast hang snug in my white lace bra, as he starts to unbutton his jeans. I bite my lip in anticipation, his pants drop, he kicks them the rest of the way off. He walks over to me and unzips my pencil skirt making it fall to the floor, revealing my white cotton panties. He takes a step back to admire my semi-nude body and smirks. He then proceeds to lift my up, I wrap my arms and legs around him as we make out. He carries me to the bed and drops me on top of it. He then proceeds to take off my panties and starts eating my tight shaved pussy. It feels so amazing, I'm grabbing at the covers as he licks and sucks on my clit, moaning for more and more getting wetter and wetter with every lick, then he slides a finger in and I lose it, grabbing his head I let out a scream as my orgasm rushes over me. Panting hard, I release his head and go limp. He crawls up my body kissing every inch undoing my bra, he puts one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, making me quietly moan. He then sucks the other nipple before making out with me again. He plays with my boobs as I start rubbing his semi-hard cock through his boxers. He breaks the kiss and pulls down his boxers and out popped the biggest cock I ever saw. It had to be already eight inches and it wasn't even fully hard yet, I was scared to touch it, my eyes had to been big as saucers looking at this thing. He looked at me and smiled, I took a deep breath, gulped real hard then I grabbed it. I then proceeded to lick the massive head before putting my lips around it. I was surprised my mouth opened wide enough for it to fit, it had to at least be four inches thick. I started to slowly suck the massive thing, he was slowly pushing my head down farther and farther till I started gagging. Now at a full length of about twelve inches I had to stop sucking it. I laid back down beside him, he kissed me, then got back on top of me. Oh no, I cant watch, he's going to put that huge thing inside of my tight little pussy. He rubs the head up and down my tight wet slit, I grab the covers, close my eyes, and bite my lip in anticipation. He starts to slowly put it in stretching my little pussy open, it hurts, but this what I wanted. He hits my cervix and starts to withdraw before going back in. He gets a steady movement going and the pain starts to get replaced with pleasure. I start moaning more and more as my orgasm approaches, I grip the covers and let it all go. Holy fuck I just squirted for the first time ever, my husband nor my exes could make me do that, the bed is soaked. He starts to pick up the pace, turned on by the squirting no doubt, he starts grunting. Oh no pull out, it's to late, he fills my womb with his seed. Well there is no point of pulling out the next two days either. Two weeks later I found out that I'm indeed pregnant, and it is his, and the neighbor is also two months pregnant by my husband, we are getting divorced. The End
By Stephanie Nutter6 years ago in Filthy
Dildo-Gate 2013
I know how much you guys like to hear about my sexual escapades, but if you look at the top of your browser then you'll be reminded that there is often a second subject addressed in my epic stories of booze and regret. The following, sadly, is a tale of the latter with not much of the former. But fret not, because I assure you that this tale of unwarranted unemployment is as epic if not more epic than most of my sexual escapades and I can pretty much guarantee that by the end of this post you're going to wish you were there to see it happen. Fasten your seat belts and buckle up your strap-ons cause here's the story of how I got fired because of a dildo…
By [email protected]6 years ago in Filthy
Fat Eyes
At this point in my life I've come to realize that I'm not really good at relationships. It's not my fault if you think about it because growing up I never had a well-functioning relationship in my family that I could watch and learn from. Unless you count my grandmother angrily washing dishes with the fire and furry of a thousand suns in her eyes, pretending to ignore the sound of "Burning Ring of Fire" by Jonny Cash being blared at a deafening level causing the entire house to shake healthy. So when I finally meet a guy that I'm interested in I unintentionally and do any and everything possible to fuck it up and I am once again left sad and alone with nothing but a bottle of red and monstercockland.com to keep me company. This, my dear friends, is yet another prime example of one of those instances…
By [email protected]6 years ago in Filthy
On This Day In 2010
I've just discovered this wonderful new feature that Facebook has started called "On this day in 2010..." where it shows you on a side bar your status updates from this same date last year. Not sure yet the rhyme or reason for its appearance because it seems to live in the same place as "People you may know" and "Sponsored Pages" (aka: ads) but this morning I couldn't help but notice a status I had written on this day in 2010 about what I had been doing at Trapeze School and came to realize that today marks the one year anniversary of what I like to call my Broadway five-some.
By [email protected]6 years ago in Filthy
