Heathen44

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An Afternoon Jerk

I don't know how many of you spend a little time in front of the screen jerking off, but it's one of my pleasures.

Today, I spent a lot to time edging. Looking at porn, of course, and spending some time on Pinterest with some fellow pervs. I trade emails and message with some others and that usually gets me off. Today, I wanted something a little different.

I figured I'd come here to finish. So I'm doing it right now. Typing a little, and then stroking a little. I've got multiple tabs up and I'm looking at a few pics, but I want you to be a part of it. I've made up my mind that I'm going to cum to a particular pic.

It might surprise you that it's one you know. It's a profile pic of one of our esteemed members, who always sets me to jerking when I read her stories, and I dearly love her pic, too. In fact, just confessing this has me ready to cum. Right now.

I feel insatiable. Now I'm going to shoot all over my legs and hand. Thank you!

Not-so Crowded Room

Anyone else have the impression that lately there are, like, three people posting confessions here?

Let's step it up. The board is getting stale. Just my opinion.

Neighbor And A Nice Jerk

My wife has no idea that I watch my neighbor a few houses down. He's a Viking looking guy with a really fine wife. I watch him from my back deck as he mows the lawn or works in his yard. I've spoken with him a few times and his wife, too. I'm always polite to the point of being completely submissive to both of them.

I spend a lot of time fantasizing about me licking the cream from his gorgeous wife, or watching helplessly as he walks into my wife and throws my wife on the bed and takes her.

I usually jerk off two or three times a day after I've watched him.

A Fun Factory

When I got out of the military I was 22. I moved in with a gal and got a job at a factory.

It was my job to clean metal parts and get them ready for the painter. I ran the parts through baths of chemicals and then water before hanging them ready to be painted. The painter was am older guy named Earl.

Earl was quite a guy. He had dark salt-and-pepper hair that was slicked down with Brylcreem and smoked like a chimney. On his breaks, Earl would wander over and light up, and then start giving us his opinions on which of the various women who worked there would be good in bed, and he would tell us just what he wanted to do with each one. People would quickly walk away when Earl approached, but since I worked with him, I was sort of trapped. Not that I minded. He was a pretty entertaining pervert.

"Now that one," he said one day pointing down the wide aisle at one of the assembly lines. "That one is called Sarah. But I call her 'Doggy Fashion'. Because I'd do her doggy fashion."

I regarded Sarah a moment and agreed with Earl. Sarah was in her late thirties and had wide hips and a big ass.

Earl had something to say about all the women who worked there, not least the women who occasionally walked through the plant from the front office. Earl was not the least intimidated by the chance the women might overhear him, and I think he preferred that they did.

Sometimes we would stand together behind the tall wash vats where we could only be seen from the shoulders up. Earl would reach beneath his painter's apron and play with himself while he made his observations about this woman or that as they stood in line at the stockroom window some twenty or thirty feet away. I felt flushed and slightly aroused, but he never jerked off to a finish. Just a little rub and squeeze, I guess.

One day, Earl offered to give me a ride home. I usually rode with another guy, but I said yes to Earl. I got into his car and he asked if I wanted to come to his place for a beer. I nodded, curious just how much more perverted Earl might be outside the confines of work.

At his place he got a couple of beers and then disappeared into his room to change. He came back wearing what I thought might be pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. He carried a shoe box and handed it to me as he sat down on the couch next to me.

"Go on, take a look," he said.

I opened the box and it was filled with pictures. I was amazed, and my hands started to tremble as he leaned over and narrated for me.

"That's my ex-wife," he said, as I looked at a woman, probably in her thirties, who posed completely naked for the camera. She was seductive in some, but most just seemed to be candid shots around the house of her naked.

"What the..." I asked as the pictures changed to that of a young girl.

"That's my niece," he said, grinning.

I was stunned as I leafed quickly through the pictures of the naked girl.

Then I came to a person I recognized. She was a woman from the front office. She, too, was naked, and her expression was the same irritated look in all of them as she undressed for the photographer.

"She didn't want to fuck me, though," Earl said, giggling.

I looked at him, still trembling as I realized how close he had moved to me.

Then his hand was on my thigh and he moved it up to my crotch.

"Those make you hard?" he asked. "Want to see any of them again?"

"No," I whispered, as he took my hand and put it in his lap.

Earl was hung. The bulge there surprised me, and I rubbed it, feeling its massive girth through the thin cotton material.

He grinned and raised his hips, slipping the pajama bottoms off. I stared at his cock and dark, hairy pubic area. He told me to undress and I did, shaking with anticipation. My own painfully hard erection paled in comparison to his semi-rigid dick. He sat back and I sat next to him, feeling his hands on me as I leaned down.

"I knew you were a cock-sucker the moment I saw you," he said as I kissed his dick.

I kissed it and licked it and murmured to him about how big and beautiful his dick was. Then I tried to take as much of it in my mouth as I could. I sucked the head and maybe a third of its length. I ran my tongue around its head, loving the taste. He squeezed my ass and hips as I eagerly sucked him. It didn't last long. I think about five minutes later he moaned and stiffened, and my mouth flooded with his hot, thick, salty load. I swallowed all of it, moaning with my own satisfaction.

When Earl was finished, he told me to dress. He was not into reciprocity. He told me to take my hard-on home to my girlfriend, and that was what I did. From then on, we had a thing. Earl teased me during breaks. We ate our lunch in his car while I played with his cock. Then, after work, I sucked his wonderful big dick and he took me home, horny as hell, where I jumped my girlfriend's bones every night.

Some Nice Things

I've been with my wife for over forty years. (Yeah, my bio says I'm fifty-one but the correction doesn't seem to want to stick.)

We've been through a lot and I love her, but I still have some confessions for you.

She's got a nice hairy snatch and I love that. I love hairy women. I told her a few weeks ago that I really wish she would stop shaving her legs and armpits. I'd love for her to grow them out. She responded by asking why I wanted her to look like a man.

I was a little humiliated by her refusal, but it turned me on. My thoughts turned to the bearded truck driver who lives two doors down and his Viking wife. I imagined taking his cock in my mouth, tasting and smelling his manhood, maybe in front of his beautiful blonde wife. I'd love to feel his hot cum flooding into my mouth, and the wonderful sense of arousal as I thank him profusely for allowing me to suck his wonderful cock. I have, on a couple of occasions now, spoken to him and his wife and I very much enjoy showing them my submissive side.

I was so submissive to her when I spoke to her that her friend and neighbor glanced at her with a puzzled expression as I told her I would be willing to do anything to help her and her husband. I was imagining myself on my knees kissing her feet, and I think her friend saw it.

Another thing that turns me on is cheating.

I once pursued a woman at work just because I loved the thrill of bedding her behind my wife's back. It's even better if it's a friend of my wife.

One of my friends went on hiatus with his girlfriend--a friend of ours--and I immediately tried to seduce her. I was successful and she not only screwed me, but she enjoyed something else that turns me on. I love licking the assholes of confident, dominant women. I loved sticking my tongue between her ass cheeks and licking her while I jerked myself off.

As you can tell, another thing that turns me on is being perverted. The more taboo a sex act is, the more I'm likely to enjoy it. I can't confess everything here, but I am willing to correspond with anyone who writes me. I'm so submissive I'd probably do anything you want. If you're going to give me a WTF, at least write to me (my address is in my profile) and humiliate me.

I Dream Of A Well-run Confession Site

Why is that comments posted under a legitimately registered and logged-in account revert to "Reacher?"

Who, or what is "Reacher," and why do my comments and the comments of others revert to this signature? I'm happy to take credit for my comments. I know how to post anonymously if I choose. (I don't.)

Any help here is appreciated!

Security Stories

After I got out of the military (and having been fired from a factory job for being caught on the back loading dock doing something with a guy) I decided to attend community college.

To pay the bills, I got a job working as a security guard. I was promoted to site supervisor due to my military background. This meant little more than having to fill in when other guards called in sick or whatever.

The site was a meat packing plant and there was plenty of opportunity for fun.

On Sundays, I made "surprise" visits to the site to make sure the guard on duty was awake and not screwing off. The plant was closed and there was no one around for miles.

This particular day a guard named Dave was on duty. He was a young guy, big and jovial, always quick to laugh and tell some kind of crude joke.

I decided to park down the street a little ways and sneak up on him, thinking it would be funny to scare him. As I approached the guard shack, I saw him sitting there with his back to me. I crept up, grinning to myself as I imagined his startled expression when I knocked suddenly on the glass.

Instead, as I got closer, I saw that he was jerking off.

I walked up quietly and stood there for a minute watching him. He had a titty magazine on the counter and his pants were around his ankles. His meaty fist was closed around his decent-sized cock, stroking himself slowly.

I slid the door open and he about came out of his skin. He stammered and stuttered as I walked in, fumbling desperately to stand and pull his pants up.

"Sit down," I said, and I pushed him back down into the chair. The cramped confines of the guard shack was filled with the scent of his sex.

He was mortified and apologized profusely, sure I was going to fire him.

"I was just bored," he finished as he sat there, red-faced, his pants and underwear still down.

I read him the riot act, telling him I could have been ANYBODY, from the captain to one of the supervisors from the plant, no matter how unlikely that might be. I took one of the report forms from the drawer and started filling it out.

He begged me not to put him on report. I stood there over him with the clipboard and pen and shook my head.

"I don't know how I can ignore this, Dave," I said with an air of authority and gravity.

"Please," he said. "I can't lose this job." I laughed inwardly at that, since he and I had previously discussed how the job sucked.

"Well, finish up, then," I said.

He stared at me with a confused look.

"Go on," I said. "Finish."

"I... I don't know if I can..." he said.

"Well, you'd better," I said.

He trembled as he started working his cock to an erection.

I dropped my pen and went to my knees to pick it up. He looked at me, wide-eyed, as I put my hands on his knees. I looked up at him and smiled. Then I lowered my face to his cock and kissed it.

"Oh, God," he said as I closed my lips over his dick and started sucking him. He sat there moaning as I gave him head.

It didn't take long. He shot a nice hot, salty load into my mouth and I swallowed it as he moaned loudly.

Then I stood up and grinned at him.

"I never knew..." he said, still surprised and a little confused.

"You're lucky," I said. "You've got a boss that'll suck your cock every week if you want,"

That was what he wanted.

Getting To Know My Sister

I grew up with two younger brothers, but a few years after my parents divorced, I went to live with my father and his new family. I was a junior in high school and now I had three stepsisters.

Celeste was a few months older than me and in my class. I've mentioned my other sisters in previous confessions but this time I want to talk about Celeste.

Celeste was hot. Sure, she wasn't going to be a super model, but she had long, dark hair and a perfect hour-glass figure. She had C-cups and an ass that made most guys stop and stare.

Celeste was very sexual. I soon learned she had quite the reputation in high school as one of the girls "who did" and she wasn't the least bit ashamed of it. She and I spent time in her room, burning incense, smoking dope if the parents were out, and talking in detail about her sexual conquests. I know she enjoyed watching me squirm.

As the school year finished, she and I spent less time together as we hung out with our own separate groups of friends. But we still got together to trade stories whenever we found ourselves at home.

One evening, just a couple of weeks before the senior year was about to start, Celeste invited me to join her on the back patio after everyone else had gone to bed. She stretched out on one of the lawn chairs, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tube top. I sat on the patio next to her and we enjoyed the last of the warm nights and starry skies. It was quiet and peaceful and I enjoyed the sound of her soft voice as she told me about her latest boyfriend. She giggled and flirted, asking if all boys were turned on the way he had been when she squeezed the head of his dick.

"Fuck yeah, I would love it," I said, and I was glad the darkness hid my reddening face.

She giggled again and pushed me gently with one bare foot on the shoulder.

"You'd love anything. You're such a perv," she scolded, laughing again.

I was seventeen and the lust that simmered most of the time started to come to a rolling boil.

"Let's do it," I said, my voice trembling. "Please? We could do it all the time."

"No!" she hissed, and I was surprised she seemed so shocked at the suggestion.

I was frustrated and confused, but the awkwardness was smoothed over by a simple shift in subjects as Celeste moved on to some girlfriend she didn't really like.

I listened without hearing, my temples (and dick) throbbing with lust. Gradually we grew quiet.

I had grown uncomfortable sitting on the cement and shifted my weight, and as I got to my knees I looked at Celeste laying with one arm raised over her head and her bare legs pale in the moonlight. I heard her softly snoring. My dick started hardening again as I lowered my face to her toes and kissed them softly. I moved my lips up her legs, barely touching them, and undid her shorts. I slowly lowered the zipper and pulled them open, seeing her panties. I moved her tube top up and exposed her beautiful breasts. I knew then I could take my cock out and jerk off, and I started to do just that. But as I gripped my hard dick in my hand, I knew I wanted more. Much more.

I slid my hand down the front of her shorts watching her face, waiting for her eyes to open. I knew she would embrace it. I knew she wanted it. I knew she would slowly and quietly fuck me the way she had fucked her boyfriend that morning.

Her eyes remained closed and she moved her head, scowling slightly, and her hand went to mine to push it away.

I took her hand and pressed it against her pussy and to my utter surprise, Celeste moaned softly and moved her hand further inside her panties. I pulled gently at her shorts and she raised her hips and let me pull them down along with her panties. Her pussy was covered in downy soft dark pubic hair and I immediately lowered my face to breathe in her wonderful scent. It was scintillating. Wondrous. It was as if a rainbow of spice and fruit raced into my nostrils and bathed my brain in her beauty. To this day, I have never experienced a woman's pussy that smelled so good. I brushed her fingers aside and kissed it.

And suddenly the picture shattered. Before I knew what had happened I felt an intense, stinging slap across my face. Then another. Hard. Hard enough to turn my face away.

"You fucking pervert!" Celeste said, and her voice was not loud, but she made no attempt to keep it low. "I just want you to know I didn't enjoy it!"

She pulled her shorts up and leapt from the lawn chair, straightening out her top and doing up her shorts.

Just like that, she was gone, and the patio door slid noisily closed as she went inside.

I was shocked. I thought she had been awake and enjoying it. A part of me realized maybe she wasn't awake, but she would awaken and go along with it. The burning cheek where she had slapped me kept my lust alive and without grasping the full significance of what had happened, I jerked off. It only took a minute or two and I was blasting cum, shooting it onto the lawn chair where she had so recently lain. My orgasm was intense, certainly better than any I had experienced while jerking off over my youngest sister while she slept in her bed, and I had done that more than a few times.

Celeste told everyone. She told her mother. She told my father. She told all her friends. She told my friends. School was a nightmare of accusatory stares and dark whispering behind cupped hands. It was leers and jeers and unpleasant nicknames. It was deserved.

And that was Celeste.

Confessing

I wonder what gets other people off.

I love confessing. I love confessing the most humiliating and perverted things I have done.

I love confessing all the things I would do. Anything.

I want you to know that I would suck your cock. Yes. Yours. I would swallow your cum and do anything you want me to do.

I love boundary play. I don't know that I have any. I love obeying real men. And women, too.

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Tell Me What I Am

Most of my confessions date back to when I was in my teens, or at least before I turned fifty or so.

But just because nothing interesting has happened lately (at least, nothing much anyone here would care about), doesn't mean I don't have some of the same twisted kinks.

Here's an example.

Just a few weeks ago, my wife started out to walk our dog. Down the street a couple of houses, the neighbors had their Great Dane out front unleashed. He charged down and there was something of a confrontation before we got our dog (a German Shepherd mix) into the house.

A couple of days later, the husband saw me outside and walked down. He's a big, burly, bearded guy who is a trucker. He apologized for letting his dog run and for what happened.

I could have left it at that, but I couldn't. I was slightly intimidated by him and felt awkward having him apologize to me. I told him there was no need to apologize and that these things happen. I felt that submissive streak in me starting to awaken and I let him see it. I apologized to him (who knows what for), and let him know that between us, he was the alpha. I wanted to get on my knees and suck his cock right then and there.

A couple of days after that, I saw his wife and daughter working in the yard and walked down to talk to them. His wife looks like a Viking. She's blonde and well-built, with high cheekbones and big tits with nice wide hips. I introduced myself and told her I had spoken with her husband. She was very friendly and I started saying how great her husband was for talking to me about what happened. Again, I was completely submissive and tried very hard to leave her with the impression that I would love to lick her husband's cum right out of her pussy. I offered to help her with the work she was doing (I was going to haul away her brush), and she thanked me but declined.

I'm sure it was sort of creepy for her but I didn't care. I went home and have jerked off several times thinking about her and her husband.

I've never refused a man. Back in my military days as a young man I was picked up several times while hitchhiking by men who inquired about (and in one case, demanded) sex from me. I instantly submitted and sucked their cocks.

It's not that I prefer men or women. It's all about the dynamic. If you want to take it from me, I'll give you anything you want.

My friend Zack was a sociopath and frankly pretty psychotic. He was abused by his dad (Bear), and although Zack and I remained friends long after our high school days, we never spoke of our experiences. He started getting more and more demanding as a friend, and he saw that I responded to that.

After an hour or so of us playing video games one day, he put down the controller and declared that he was "so horny he could fuck a snake." Without another word, he undid his jeans cutoffs, which was all he was wearing, and began masturbating. I sat there watching not really sure what he expected from me.

Zack said "Get me some of your ol' lady's skivvies." I got up and he added, "Dirty ones."

I returned with two pair of my wife's panties and he sniffed them both, chose one pair, and held them to his nose as he jerked off.

It wasn't the first time I had seen him jacking off. He had a nice cock, and in fact, it looked a lot like mine (or any unexceptional cock). He was cut, and of average size. He came all over himself and wiped the cum off with my wife's panties. Then he handed them back to me, I think intentionally making sure I got his cum on my hand.

He did this a few more times before something happened that triggered him to demand I give him head. I sucked him off and he enjoyed it, but Zack always wanted more. He was a sadist, and he liked humiliating and causing pain. He would come over and party with my wife and I and stay until my wife was too tired to stay awake. She went to bed and as the bedroom door closed, he was undoing his pants for me to suck him.

It was a crazy ride and a few of the Zack stories are taboo on this site, regardless of whether it says "There are no taboo subjects."

Zack faded from my life rather than things ending abruptly. He was on the outskirts of the outlaw biker culture (he was never a patched member) and was heavily involved in dr-- use and violent crime. He died a crippled up broken and bitter man some twenty years ago, but I enjoyed our time together. He and his father twisted me plenty and more than a few men (and a couple of women) have benefited from their influence on me.

So, am I disgusting? Am I a pervert? Am I a worthless cock-sucking sissyboy? You tell me.

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I Want To Be Violated

I'm a 23 years old girl. I come from a rich family and most of my friends are also from such families. Throughout my childhood, I have maintained my figure because of which, now I was able to become a model. Many guys have taken me to bed, thanks to my looks, but I've never been satisfied. I wanna do something extreme. Something dangerous. When I walk through some of the dirty areas in town, I see many delinquents staring at me, my small clothes and my body. It turns me on so much. When I look at all the filthy beggars and homeless men on the streets, I get nasty ideas about being violated by them. I dream of dirty slum dwellers, and random street bums ravaging me again and again while I lay helplessly. I imagine myself going to such seedy places at night, wearing next to nothing. I let them take a good look at me and then I start taking off my clothes one by one. All the men swarm around me, pulling to free me from my clothes. Wave after wave of men violate my body as much as they please. In the end they leave my limp body lying on the streets, covered in their semen. This encounter gets me pregnant.
Thinking about it gets me so wet that I soon need a cock inside me. But it's never enough for me.
I'm thinking of fulfilling this fantasy of mine. Should I do it?

THE OFFER

I want to feed a sissy. If that's you reply now. Breakfast in bed sounds good although fast food at a truck stop maybe better. I would expect you dressed. Tell me what you'd wear for our date and I'll make my choice or choices, Details to follow, Xxxx

Anyone Else

Okay, maybe it's a little obsessive but I was wondering?

Does any bottoms remember and get excited about the first time that they got topped and what underpants they had on?

I recently hooked up with a older guy who's a great lover and he fetishes about me in the same brand of underpants that I was taken in. After doing it with him novelty underpants like I had on as a kid with the older boy its been quite the turn on!

How about you?