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My husband has just enjoyed his football team beating Chelsea. Whilst he was watching them win in the rain, I was winning too by having his nephew Ben fuck me all over our home. Ben is seventeen, and considered a slow learner, a bit thick. But Ben and his huge extremely fat cock more than make up for his academic achievements. His uncle celebrated his team scoring twice, I orgasmed at least half a dozen times if not more as I lost count of the amount of times his wonderful cock fucked me to the most intense climaxes. And to top it all today, I had my first ever anal orgasm as Ben obliterated my arsehole, fucking my arse as he had me bent over my husbands golf cart. A great day all round I think, as my husband might just want to perform his favorite sexual act when he gats home, and that's licking me out until I cum all over his face.

I'm female, and I believe the purpose of almost all women (and submissive men) is to be used by men (and dominate women) as sex objects.

The Fact Is If You Are A Woman A Man Is Going To Get You

I'm writing this to warn women that men can get into your head and into your pants and you can't do anything about it. Worrying about it doesn't work. Pretending you can fight it off doesn't work. Physical resistance doesn't work. Why this happens, animal instincts, doesn't help much. You have to move on, accept it and move on. It's better if you talk about it with another woman, help you see through the fog. If you walk away you will be haunted, if you stay with him think babies, they are going to be coming out of you.

I've met women who have never been tipped, they talk but don't know what they are talking about, until they are waking up beside a man and he's asking what's for breakfast.

I enjoy doing housework. It relaxes me. I enjoy cooking and setting the table. I don't mind cleaning up. I like to iron. I am a lab director. I have a PhD. in Microbiology. Coming home to housework gives me a taste of reality. I am young, 31, and I want to make more kids. I like being a sex object. It is flattering and pleasurable. I like getting naked for my man. I like his gaze, I like him getting hungry for me. I could do with a bit more spontaneity. I miss being dragged across the living room floor. I miss being humped in the kitchen. I am not a fan of anal sex, but I want to feel him in my ass.

I hired our nanny because she is an amazing nanny. Because of what I do I get paid very well. My husband gets paid very well. We can easily afford our nanny. And my husband wants her. I want him to have her. I want to know what he does with her. I don't want him to tell me, I want her to tell me. I like it when she complains that he won't leave her alone. I want her to want him. I want to watch. I want to watch her with him. I want to wake up with her in bed with us. I wish she would come and sleep with us.

I am not a ten, or an eight, maybe a six. My husband can well afford a ten. But he likes me. And I have his kids. An he likes what I cook. He likes wearing ironed shirts. He likes having kids. He likes his house, his wife and his kids.

I would really like for him to bring our nanny to bed and make love to us. I want her to watch me and I want to watch her. That is what I really want right now.



Eight years ago when I was an 18 year old white boy in senior high school, a black family moved in two blocks from us. Their boy was a sophomore in the same school, the first day walking home he asked me if I was anybodys bitch. I said hell no, why? He said he thought I would make a good one, and he was gonna make me his, I said no way, ain't gonna happen. He just laughed and asked if I wanted to make a bet on that, I said no, cause you would loose.

But on the third night after that, walking home from his house, remembering how I stammered yyeeessssss when he asked if I liked what he was doing, and another yyeeessssss when he asked if I liked being his bitch, and another yyeeessssss as he was thrusting into me so hard and hearing him say he was going to cum in his new bitch. The next day I flunked two tests because he was all I could think about.

When I was thirteen I was invited to spend two weeks with my friend at their lake house. One afternoon, we were lounging around and decided to get in the hot tub. Why we decided to skinny dip I don't know, but we did, we both took off our swimming trunks and we got in the hot tub naked.

We started to kid around and talked about getting hard ons. So we decided to see if we could do it, and started to jerk off. I got real excited at seeing his cock get hard, he noticed that and came over to me and told me to jack him off. I resisted, but he was insistent and told me to jack him off. The minute I put my hand on his cock I lost all the hard on I had. But letting go of him was something I could not do. I jerked on him and his cock was hard, real hard, and he was sitting up high on the step out of the water and I impulsively just went down on him and sucked his cock.

Is there anything that is a greater thrill? I can't think of it, I could not stop, it was like a hunger that drove me. I sucked him and when he came I pulled back and watched him squirt right into the water in front of me.

I sucked him off in the bedroom that night, and I laid on the bed while he poked my but with his cock, he sucked me, but I wanted to suck him more. He dry fucked me several times, cuming all over my butt and back. We tried kissing but that wasn't that great, although I did like it. Mostly it was about getting away and sucking his cock.

The two weeks went by way to fast. And after we got back to town and school started he told me that it wasn't such a good idea, so we stopped.

We grew up and he went on to become a doctor and I went on to study geology and work with a seismic company and we stopped being friends. I have a family of course, a pretty good wife and kids. But I think about those days at that lake house a lot. I have a deep driven desire to do it again, maybe just meet up somewhere and see if I still like it. When I am having sex with my wife, I only reach orgasm once I start remembering that day in the hot tub, when I sucked his cock the first time, the feel of his cock in my mouth, of his cock in my hand, I fuck my wife thinking of sucking off my friend.

A Woman Is A Woman Is A Woman, Be Thankful You Are Woman, Be A Woman

Excuse me, this isn't just about sex.

Sexually I know I am a submissive, make love to me, devour me, constrain me, put me under your control physically, emotionally, spiritually. Spank me, order me, force me, demand obedience, impose yourself on me, treat me as your woman. Brand me, tattoo me, write your name on me, kiss me, fuck me, Have me keep house for you, fold your underwear, cook for you. But don't share me. If I'm yours I'm yours. I'm not a bitch, I'm not a whore, I'm not your servant. I am your woman.

I live in a world of people who keep telling me to stop serving him, like for instance, we got to a buffet brunch, I mover the trays along, I serve the trays, he points things out here and there and I add them. At the table I serve his dishes off the tray before serving mine off the tray. I remove the trays from the table. If he wants seconds I go for it. I like serving him.

I live in a world where I am told to stand up for myself, get a backbone, be independent, speak up for myself, be assertive. I am, but I am his woman. A woman listens and is thoughtful, and does what she is told. He is the boss and he runs the house and he is responsible for me. I ask, I talk with him, but he is the decision maker. I would never pretend to tell him what to do. I like being the woman in the house.

I can't stand wimps, mama boys, pleasers, baby boys. I was raised to find a man. A man I can look up to and respect. A man who has the balls to live his life the way he wants to. I'm not saying that physically he is a big dick man, I wouldn't know. But he has balls and he swings a mean dick when he has to. A good spanking comes in handy sometimes, lest you forget who is the man of the house.

I get pretty wet, him on top is the right way. Whether he is on top missionary or on top on my back. He is on top. I don't like pretending I am the one fucking, I'm not. I don't ride him. I may lay on his chest, he likes that. But he is the one on top. That is what makes me want to have sex, to get wet, to reach my moment. I like to climax, but I climax under him, not the other way around.

I am old enough to be a woman. I am not a little girl. I am sure if he wanted a little girl type he would have one. But he wants a woman. A woman. He does not want a man in his house. He appreciates me, he likes to watch me fold clothes. He says it makes him feel like he is home.

So, sex wise I am submissive. In life I am accommodating. I am the woman, not the man. I believe a woman should be just that, a woman. I do not like these so called women who pretend that they are men. And neither does my husband. I'm sorry if you are a dyke, you have missed out on the most important part of being a woman, which is to cleave to a man, bear his children, make and keep his home and lay under him.

When I was 12, amd my brother was 16, I would do things for my brother and in return he would let me play his video games. One day he was being a bit rude about it and refusing to let me play at all. I tried to offer him everything I could think of to get him to let me play games. He refused every offer.

I got frustrated and went back to my room. As I lay in my bed wondering how to change his mind. Then I had the idea that if I offered to jerk him off, he would change his mind. What guy wouldn't like that deal.

I went back to his room and made the offer. He turned to me suprised. "How desperate are you to play my video games sis?" He asked me. I said, "I am very desperate."

He turned completely around and was only wearing his boxers. I could see the buldge of his hard on. He said, "Are you desperate enough to do more than jerk me off?" I looked at him for a minute then answered. "I will do whatever you want me to do."

He sat on his chair and pulled boxers off, tossing them to the side. He said, "Then suck my dick sis." I was young, naive, and just plain foolish. I knelt down in front of his and gave my first ever blowjob. I probably wasn't very good but he blew a big load and I swallowed most of it. A few minutes later I was happily playing video games.

That night as I lay in bed thinking about what I had done, I realized that I could probably get anything I wanted from my brother just by sucking his dick. I decided that it was a very good trade. I liked sucking my brother's dick, loved the taste of his cum, and honestly enjoyed the whole idea.

Now, several years later, he and I are practically fuck buddies. Our relationship developed from brother and sister to trading sexual favors and now we just have sex for the fun of it.

Almost every day he and I find some time to have sex or at least get some oral sex in. Just yesterday, I had sex with my boyfriend while my brother's cum was still inside me from just 20 minutes earlier. We had almost been caught. My brother shot a massive load in my pussy, then left to go to work and just 2 minutes after he left, my boyfriend pulled in the driveway. I wiped out as much of my brother's cum as I could then went to lay on my bed. My boyfriend walked in to me laying naked on my bed. I immediately seduced him and skipped foreplay to keep him from seeing the cum spilling from my vagina. A short while later he came in me and I was relieved in more than one way.

It's now a little after 3pm, the day after the 4th of July 2018. My 25 year-old daughter was outside in a car with tinted windows, giving a blowjob to some dude. I refused to run outside to stop her. But I also refused to turn away. I watched her,hoping none of my neighbors wouldn't notice her. Very cheap window tint, the sun shining thru makes the windows almost transparent and you can clearly see her head bobbing up and down on this dude.Then out of the blue, she raises her head and pulls off her gym shorts and mounts the dude and rides him for about 5 minutes. She comes into the house and goes to the bathroom to wash up. This is a trifling woman to me.

My older brother started molesting me when I was 12. That's how I put it, but, secretly, I actually liked it. You see, I had a major crush on my brother at the time. I've heard of other girls having that, and it's usually a phase, but I'm guessing they don't have the added circumstance of their brother diddling them.

I still remember the first time. One night, after mom and dad were asleep, he crept into my room. I started to ask him what he was doing there, and he whispered, "Ssh. Mom and dad might hear us." The next thing I remember is him climbing under my sheets, and then eating me out. The experience was...amazing. That was my first orgasm; I'd never even masturbated before that. After I came(I had to put my fist in my mouth so I wouldn't wake our parents), he kissed me on the cheek, then crept out. I remember lying there in the dark, smiling, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

There was another time I remember; we were in the backyard, and he made put my hand in his pants. I remember his cock was soft, but instantly became rock-hard as soon as I touched it, and I remember slowly stroking it. I actually got pretty wet in the panties from that.

Another time, he approached me, while mom and dad were out shopping, and asked me if I knew what a blowjob was. I most certainly did. I remember, as I was sucking him off, him sighing, "God, you're good at that." I also remember him cumming. He saw the way I was grinning, and that's when it hit him that I liked doing these things with him.

It was after that that things got really hot and heavy. We would often make out when mom and dad were out, and, at night, we would do those other things.

But the night I will always cherish was when we went all the way. I was 14 by then, and mom and dad were gonna be out all night. We were making out on my bed, and, well, one thing led to another, and soon, he was inside me. Us being alone in the house meant I could be as loud as I wanted, and I definitely was.

I am still very much in love with my brother, and we still like to have sex whenever we get together. I realize our relationship is a bit odd, but I really don't care. I love my brother, he loves me, and there's nothing wrong with that.