I am an always horny, 50 something bi-sexual male. I am into everything except underage. If that’s your thing, please go else where. If you are under 18, please go else where. Everyone else, I love to chat and talk about our kinks.
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Send me your fun Spring Break stories (... or fantasies... :))
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You’re safe with me
I’ll be husband and protect you with my bbc 🥵🍆
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Amazing story!!!
A shrewd negotiator, the princess’s bodyguard makes a deal with the madame. “So, I keep the money from renting out your whore… What do you get out of this?” He nods gently. “Only your discretion.” Standing in the basement of the brothel, the older woman eyes him suspiciously. She rests her hand against the hole in the wall. “Throw in some gold and we have a deal.”
Before the nightly crowds arrive, he leads a young woman through the whorehouse. Peering out from under her cloak, the girl is enraptured. Thin curtains hiding dirty mattresses. Manacles hanging from the walls. An ancient rug caked in decades of cum. Disgusting, degrading sex has seeped into every crack in this sordid place.
In the privacy of the basement, the bodyguard lifts the princess’s hood. The elegant girl’s expression is pure thrill. He folds her cloak and looks up and down her pristine, naked body. “How much will they pay for me?” Her speech is fast and giddy. The man tells her. “That’s nothing…” The girl’s tongue drips with ecstasy. Her loyal bodyguard guides her head into the hole.
Lying her chest flat on the bench on the far side of the glory hole, she lets out a giggle as he adjusts her hips. The man can’t help but slide his fingers along her already-wet pussy. The princess’s anonymous holes hang out of the wall. Her toes dangle just above the floor. Satisfied by her position, the man slips through a hidden door to join her on the far side. He sits next to the girl and strokes her back. They wait.
The old building creaks as it takes in the night’s revelers. Working men, unfaithful husbands, loners, drunks, criminals – all find their common ground in this place. She squeezes her bodyguard’s hand as they listen to the groaning floor above them. Excited chatter as the other whores make their living. The princess looks up at him with a mix of joy and fear. He holds her hand and smiles. They hear footsteps through the wall.
Her eyes widen. The princess clamps her hand over her mouth and turns bright pink. A harsh grunt is heard as her tits lightly bounce to their new rhythm. Her body shakes with each thrust. The bodyguard watches as the shaking speeds up. Nails dig into the wooden bench as a louder growl seeps through the wall. Trembling, the girl lets out a long sigh.
“…barely lasted a few minutes…” She whispers, sulking. “He’s just getting the easy one out before he picks his whore for the night.” The bodyguard explains. “Besides, you’ve got a tight pussy. They’ll last longer once you’ve been stretched out a bit.” Unaware of their conversation, the man on the far side agrees. “This one is a good fuck, especially for the price.” He gives his review to another man. Her eyes widen again.
The princess gasps. He runs his hands through her hair. The man can’t quite tell when one customer starts and another ends. She can’t either. The patrons use her as a cocksleeve, dumping their cum inside her and moving on. Hearing more conversation now, they assume a line must have formed. Rumor has got out about the good, cheap fucktoy in the basement.
She bites her lip and clenches her fists. “oh…” The girl whimpers. Seeing her distress, he gives her a loving kiss on the forehead. “They don’t care what hole they use, do they, princess?” She shakes her head, tears in her eyes. “No… they don’t.” Biting into her knuckles, they listen to the conversation. “Are we allowed to do that?” The response is curt. “Sure, who cares? You can do whatever you want to these girls.” A loud crack from a hard smack on her ass. “Shit, I wish I had known.”
Overwhelmed, the princess writhes. The frame of the hole keeps her in place. A loud, gruff panting is heard as the girl drools onto the bench. She looks to her guardian for support. Gently, the man gives her his fingers to hold in her mouth. He learned long ago how to calm her down. The next five men run through her in half an hour.
“This bitch is a mess.” Comments the next in line. “What do you expect? Looking like that, for that cheap?” A third man chimes in. “I’ve got a trick for that.” He gives her a hard slap on the pussy. “See? It all drips out if you smack her cunt.” The sounds of hard spanking and laughter. She whimpers, sucking on her bodyguard’s thumb. “Now her fucking legs are soaked in it.”
The men roll her onto her back. She squeaks as they start to fuck her again. “I can’t…” The girl gasps. “Are you done, princess?” The man strokes her cheek. Her tits bounce. “nonono… I can’t stay quiet anymore… They’ll hear my voice… Please…” Hanging her head upside down off the bench, her tongue lolls out of her mouth. She feels his belt touch her face as he takes out his cock.
His cock gags her just in time. “Hurry the fuck up.” The impatient patron’s offhand comment breaks her. The girl cums on the stranger’s dick. Her bodyguard thrusts deep down her throat to keep her from screaming. Both men use her royal holes. The princess’s throat bulges as semen trickles up her stomach. The johns finish deep inside her. Her guard finishes on her cum-drunk face.
“Our liege will need help getting dressed today.” Attentive to his orders, the maid nods politely before turning towards the bedroom door. “Wait a second.” The servant girl freezes. “Is your uniform supposed to be that short?” Pointing down at her unusually high skirt, he eyes her smooth legs. The maid gives him a coy smile and a shrug.
The princess can barely stand. Her elaborate dress is open at the back. The morning light floods into the room as the maid approaches her. Kneeling behind her monarch, she starts to lace up the gown. Bruises cover her wobbly legs. Her ass is still bright red. The maid looks up at her abused holes, still trickling cum from the night before.
Fingers fumble with the clasps as she tries to focus. Entirely distracted, the maid fails to close the dress. The princess looks down at the servant, catching her staring at her used pussy. Their eyes meet. A guilty grin from the maid.
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Had a similar party at my house, except it was my daughter hosting...Her, her friends, and a only a bunch of black guys. They were all over 18, but under 21, so no alcohol was served. But the girls were either drinking behind my back, or doing drugs. Some how, I kept losing track of different girls, and different guys at different times throughout the night. The next morning, i found a bunch of used condoms throughout the house, as well as cum puddles and stains, where clearly a condom was not used!! I only hope my daughter was not one of ether group...
Your girlfriend, your sister, their two besties, all of them have been checking their dresses again and again to see if they looked as outwardly sexy as they wanted to be for the party, for the four black boys they had invited over. You envisioned your role at the party, being like a maid for all of them, serving drinks and whatever any of them would fancy. Like last time. Last time, one of the black boys had even fucked your girlfriend in your own room; at least he used a condom, you saw two used condoms in your room after they left. But she told you … that she’s still your girlfriend.
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