1. First time humiliation and cuckold with a strange


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Fetish, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: d328captian, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    question. &#034I'm not trying to do anything with you, but you seem to have all the answers.&#034 I realized as she said this, the door just fell shut. I was alone in the room with her. She walked over the bed, d***k as could be, and curled up under the covers. She wasn't crying, but was close. &#034Why?&#034 she said. &#034Why not? I asked. I sat on her bed and explained what I meant. She curled up and listened, half passing out. We talked for a bit before she asked me the question... &#034What do guys like you like?&#034 I was d***k. I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to cheat that night. I didn't. But I was d***k. And 11 years of pent up angst and unfulfilled fantasies burst before I could think. &#034Not what you would expect.&#034 She was suddenly wide awake. She was a nympho, and could smell I was the same. She was suddenly fully into ths conversation. &#034And what makes you say that?&#034 She smiled. I realized my error and tried t back out of the conversation. I stood up, but she grabbed me. With f***e. More f***efully than any woman has ever grabbed me. I felt my cock jump a bit in my pants. She made me stay. She made me say more. We talked in depth. She understood me. She wasn't judgmental at all. With each revelation I gave, she never gasped or showed emotion. She acted like each was perfectly normal. She dug into my marriage. My feelings. How I love my wife, but crave these fetishes. She was like a d***ken sole mate. &#034And when you look at me, what do you ...
    think?&#034 she said seductively. I paused. She grabbed my hand again, gently. &#034Let if ff your chest. Tell me anything, don't be afraid. They are just words. I looked at her. &#034I imagine you have a clean, shaved pussy, and I crave getting on my knees and eating you until you cum over, and over, and over.&#034 I blushed as red as a stoplight. She blushed too, and breathed deeply. &#034Oh my gawd,&#034 she sighed. &#034You are like a perfect man.&#034 The look on my face made me seem lost, apparently. She gasped a bit, for the first time. &#034is there more?&#034 &#034You said the perfect man,&#034 I said. &#034Isn't the perfect man the one that loves you for all your faults?&#034 She nodded. &#034And doesn't a woman as beautiful and as sexual as you love the company of endowed, aggressive men?&#034 She blushed, smiled, and nodded more. &#034So wouldn't the perfect man be the one who lets you explore your sexuality, then fulfills his cravings of eating you and cuddling you when you are finished? Wouldn't he give anything to see you happy with other men, and then be thrilled when you return exhausted and without any seed for his sexuality?&#034 She gulped and writhed in her sheets a bit. &#034Then I am the perfect man,&#034 I smiled. She grasped me and pulled me to her lips. She pulled me on top of her, and kissed me. I was so aroused. I was into it. I began to mount her, over her sheets, both of us fully clothed. I grinded on her under me, and she responded in a sultry fashion ...
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