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It does bother me sometimes a lot especially when I’m alone and thinking bout why I don’t have any friends. I just cope with it by telling myself that it’s my job and that most guys don’t want to ruin the moment by saying more. Plus I tell myself that it’s my job and that if he busted his load then that’s his way of saying Thnk you and that’s all I need. I know I’m such a dumb slut and maybe that’s why they love to use me

Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again!

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I want to fill that asshole until my cum runs down his balls.

Had my dick "fractured" once when a guy impaled himself on it and rode it a little too rough. You could actually hear it snap. Pretty painful. Had to go to a urologist.

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I'm mostly gay but there is nothing hotter than seeing a juicy cock (preferably mine) sliding into a fit pussy!

This is me, I used to force myself to date women to be "normal" and even almost got married to one, and while it doesn't look ugly, pussy never really did it for me. It just looks regular... Ass and dick on the other hand...just looking at a dick or ass can get me rock hard and salivating

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Quickies! Recounted and shockingly more! When I got back to our trailer my husband had happy hour prepared. Crackers and cheeses, as well as a very dirty vodka martini. Which included 6 fat and juicy olives. He knew this was my favorite. I asked him, “Nice, what’s the occasion?” “Why your ass getting so much attention. What else?” I was shocked by his words, clearly I wasn’t as discreet and un-noticed as I thought. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be that obvious.” My meek apology. See, although we had agreed to an open relationship years before, I knew he didn’t play and had not trusted that he was OK with me doing so. I especially didn’t feel comfortable letting him know how much I play bareback. He was unusually cheerful and spoke on, “No need to apologize. It’s not for me, but I think it’s hot when I know you’ve got a stranger’s seed painting your gut!” I was so shocked I chocked and spat my drink. When I regained my composure, he was laughing. “I’ve known you’re a cum slut since we met. When I gave an unlimited ‘hall pass’ with our marriage I knew full well how you’d cash it in. When that guy followed you into the washroom this morning I recognized the twinkle in his eye. By the time I saw him come out and kiss his wife I knew you had what you wanted from his man tool.” “Sorry.” My meekest voice. “Don’t be sorry. I was so proud when you landed loads from the two young guys that were on the return ferry. Not to mention your score with that hunky young dog walker. Four loads in one day! Is that your record, or have you scored more?” Who had my husband become? I confessed; “Actually 6 loads today, two of the dog walker’s friends joined us.” “That’s amazing! Good for you. So is six your record for one day?” He was so curious. “No.” “How many?” he persisted. “You really want to know?” I didn’t trust what I was hearing I’d hidden for so long. “Yes, I really want to know.” There was no hesitation or judgement in his voice. “Twelve, I was the cum dump at Eddie’s birthday party, it was fucking amazing! TMI?” “Not too much at all. I wish I had been there to watch. Did the birthday boy suck some of their cum from your ass?” I didn’t even know he knew of such sex play. “Um …. Ummm… yeah. He had first dibs, and the rest was worked in the icing on his cake.” “Sick … I love it! Why don’t you put some of that fresh stuff with your cheese?” He invited. So, I reached in back of my shorts, harvested a few fingers of cum and ass juice and gobbled it off of a cracker. My shock factor was rocked again; he came across and planted a big kiss on my cummy lips! “Don’t be so shy next time. I want to know every detail.” He urged. I didn’t expect it so fast, but I was able to test these waters the very next day. We were visiting a park with a trail to a series of vista lookout decks. There were a good number of other tourists but one caught more than my eye. He was a tall, mid-thirties, bearded guy with dark brown eyes. Even for his big frame he had a huge gut which usually turns me off. But from the moment I saw this guy I just wanted to kiss him. Crazy I know, especially since he was with a woman. The crowd was very dense at the next viewing deck, and I was almost pushed into this guy. His face inches from mine. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing his head and planting a sloppy kiss on his lovely lips. I used the public washroom to take a dump before we left the park. When I came out of the stall a guy left the urinals and washroom. The guy I had been lusting after was leaning on the bathroom sink counter. I marched right over to him and planted that big fat kiss on his eager mouth. I kept my question simple like the day before; “Suck or fuck? I know we must be quick.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket and directed me back into the stall I’d just used. With the door closed and latched I took the condom out of his hand and slipped it back into his pocket. He had a stern frown and shock his head ‘no’. I good naturedly shrugged my shoulders and reached for the latch. I had every intention of ‘moving on.’ He stopped my hand and reached to undo his jeans. He fished out a beautiful, thick and long hard cock. I dropped to my knees and devoured it. It was not long until he hauled me up, dropped my shorts and was on his knees devouring my erection. Even quicker he turned me around and was eating out my ass. Soon he stood and was pushing his raw cock into my rear hole. I pushed on back, so he soon was bottoming out in me. Two very firm strokes and he was unloading with a stifled groan. I gave him a minute’s lead before I left the stall. He was kissing his girl when I emerged. My husband was smiling. “You sly cum puppy. Do you like taking married men’s loads?” he light heartedly interrogated me. “Oh, did he have a wedding ring?” I demurred. “You’re avoiding my question.” Hubby persisted. “I love all loads. Married guys especially when their wives are waiting for them.” “Don’t forget. I want to watch!” He was serious. My stomach lurched and was twisting with fear at the thought. A week later we were at a gay campground. Of course, I went off to the outdoor play area as soon as I could. Things were slow at first. I had just climbed into one of the slings to try it out when a very tall, very slim, very red head approached me. Without a word he grabbed a packet of lube greased my hole and slid his raw long slim cock into me. Just before he came another older paunchy guy joined us. The red head pulled out and left and the paunchy guy’s short thick cock was in me. This guy got frightened off when, yet another guy joined us. As the third guy took quite a while to lay on a very nice fuck I found myself wondering how I would react if my husband came looking for me. He didn’t, but my stomach twisted with fear all the same. Suddenly I was distracted by the words of the guy fucking me; “I’m close. Where do you want my load.” I just pulled him in deep with my legs as he gushed six long squirts deep into my gut. Later that night hubby and I went for a walk admiring all the campsites and the eye candy of scantily clad and naked men. A big handsome bear was tending the fire beside his huge, impressive motor home. He offered hubby and I each a beer. He pealed his shirt and offered us seats by his fire. The chat was casual and easy. I began to realize every now and then his hand would brush the increasing bulge at his crotch. The topic easily shifted to sex as he stated, “So you guys strike me as a married couple, do I have that correct?” Hubby answered, “Yes, 18 years.” The bear winking at hubby. “I bet you have trouble keeping this one (pointing at me) faithful.” Hubby answered again, “You don’t know the half of it.” The bear while whipping his massive cock out, “Oh, actually I do, I can still smell the cum in his ass from this afternoon. Did all three breed you?” I’d been seen, “Um no. Only two.” “Well get down here, this cock won’t suck itself.” He demanded The fear flooded my stomach, but I was still between his legs on my knees in a flash. As I took the luscious head between my lips I confessed to myself that the rush of fear is part of great sex for me. Let hubby watch, he can get up and leave if he doesn’t want to watch me be a slut. Hubby didn’t leave. In fact, he followed us into the motorhome and guided the bears raw cock into my hairy moist hole. This fuck went on for quite some time and we tried a number of positions. Finally, the bear lay on his back and once again hubby guided the bears raw cock into my hole as I sat on it. Within a few pumps my cum guizer erupted. My ass contractions brought the bear over the edge at the same time and knowing he was breeding me deep in front of hubby accentuated my orgasm. My cum was in the bears chest hair, on his chin, lips, forehead and hair. Some had even gone in his eye! “Fuck man, I’m so sorry.” I lamented “Sorry? …. Sorry? …. What for? I never dreamt a guy of your age would have so much to pump let alone shoot it so fuckin far. That and I got to breed your ass.” Whipping some cum from his face he took a lick and then fed the rest to me. Hubby moved in to kiss both of us. Hubby asked about my afternoon play time as we left the bear. Nothing would do but he escorted me back to the outdoor play area which was very busy after dark. He strapped me into the only vacant sling. Before letting my exhausted body out, he had guided fifteen raw cocks into my sloppy hole. Eleven those bred me and he crowd; “There, now you have a new record to break. And I got to watch most of it!”

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