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I Am Selling Myself Off In Marriage

I am getting married in June. Everyone is so excited, I'm finally going to get married. Wow, I found someone. I don't want to get married, but not getting married has become a very serious lifestyle choice. Bottom line I can't afford to be single, and I can't afford to get married.

The man in question is older, divorced, with children. He is well off financially from the sale of a business. He 'needs' a wife for the obvious, cooking and cleaning. Sex is part of the contract of marriage but we have never had sex and probably won't. I know him professionally.

He gets what he needs, I get what I need. A contract. The devil though is in the details. I will be moving into his house, I live in an apartment. I have my car, it is a well used model with over 150 K miles on it. He said he would spring for another car for me. This house was built with a mother in law suite, for when his mother in law was living with him and his ex wife. I get the MIL suite. It is a looong walk from the master to the MIL suite, so I don't expect he will be making that trip very often, if ever.

So if you want you can wish me luck, or you can poopoo the idea. It's not loneliness, it's poverty that is driving me. I'm tired of living on coupons and postponing anything. The day after I get married I'm going shopping until I can't stand up anymore. I need everything, from sheets and pillow cases to panties and bras. I don't want to ever walk into a women's shelter again looking to see if someone donated a pair of shoes that will fit me. I don't want to ever again line up at the food pantry. I don't want to ever again ride the bus because I can't get my car fixed. I want to look 'smart' with my hair done. I will cook and clean and whatever else comes with this deal, as long as I don't ever again have to look to see if I have money to buy something.

So I am turning my back on my sisters, many of which live in poverty, but are too high minded to bend their ideas.

My Dads Porn And The Girl I Knew

After my dad passed away about a year ago I was clearing his stuff and came across a lot of pictures. These weren't porn mags or anything, though they were there too, it was pictures he took going back years. Some were naked pics of my mom posing, fucking with my dad and other men, licking and kissing with other women, and a lot of other women, some of whom I knew and others I didn't. My mom was gone too by then, but I looked through the pictures and I came across about 30 pictures of a girl from my high school. I figured it was about the same time were were in high school. This girl was my crush, so beautiful and perfect I couldn't even muster the courage to ask her out. But here she was, naked with cocks in her mouth, her ass, her pussy, cum all over her face, tits, ass, pussy.

Shit! I really missed out on that one. I know where she lives, she is till single, but not sure I want to go there after my dad and even my mom have been.

My Second Gang Bang

Back in January, my boyfriend and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie, being flirty and talking naughty. He blurts out, one night me and a few of my friends are going to gang bang you. Without hesitation I said ‘really? I think you should be careful if you are planning that as I may say no.’

The next night, I am riding his cock reverse cowgirl and he says ‘lean forward. I do and before I know it, he is finger fucking my ass with three fingers. I am super turned on and I go with it. He made me cum hard twice, telling me that his one friend wants to fuck my ass while he fucks my pussy. I started to ride him harder and as deep as my pussy could handle. We both came hard and long.

The next day, he texts me the wow and the water droplets emoji’s and says ‘I know you want more than one cock at the same time from how you reacted last night. What do you think?’ I read the text and I could feel my pussy throb. To be honest, I went to sleep horny, woke up horny and continued to be horny. I sent a returned text - how many? In response, with the fastest returned text ever from that man, he says four or five including me.

My pussy’s reaction was all I needed to know how that made me feel. When I was in college, I was gang banged by four frat brothers. I left there beaten down and used up but smiling like the Cheshire Cat. I would more than likely enjoy this again this time. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and responded - do you already have this planned out and you are just waiting for me to agree to it? He said yes, we have been talking about it at work for weeks. My pussy and brain felt violated, but both also gave every indication of going for it.

On that Saturday night, I was gang banged for the first time in over 25 years. Five men, ages 51 - 24, stripped me naked and took every bit of me sexually. I am sure there were positions we missed, but I feel like they fucked me every way imaginable.

It started with me on my knees, with the five guys circled around me. Throughout the night, three white men and two black men fucked me, got sucked by me, made me cum and came over and over. I was banged like an on call whore. These guys made me do something I had only done one other time - I was airtight multiple times. The sexual depravity from being airtight is hard to describe but it is incredibly satiating. At one point in the night, as everyone is taking a break, one guy says he would love to watch me masturbate, so it put myself on display and fingered myself into a deep cum. In my mind I keep calling myself a slut and all that did was encourage more bad behavior.

The night finished as one by one the guys left our apartment. They all came multiple times and they all had all of my holes. The two black guys left last as they wanted ‘my white pussy’ be themselves. This was a first for me (black cock) and it was fun. Eventually, they left as well. But I found out that the two guys were brothers.

The entire night was satisfying and fun. Would I do it again, I am not sure. Would I say no if I was asked to do it again, probably not.

Staying With My Brother

After my divorce I stay with my single brother at his house. He has a huge house, almost a mansion. I was left with nothing in my divorce except a few bruises. After about a month we were both comfortable, and were walking around the house in the mornings, at night before bed, and even after work changing out of work clothes in just our undies. I would usually have on a tee shirt with no bra, my 34D's moving around under it, and a pair of panties. One day I plopped down on the couch next to him and he started complimenting me on my trimmed pussy. He commented on how he likes seeing hair on a pussy, now it seemed that everyone shaved. Not thinking about it, my panties I put on that morning were totally see through. He could see my pussy, my ass totally.

I told him that I guess nothing was hidden anymore and he said it was nothing he'd not seen before. He's two years younger than me and used to peep on me all the time to see me naked. So I stood up and took off the tee and panties and told him if I was stripped he should be too. So we both spent the entire evening naked. He said right away that if I stayed naked he'd be getting hard and not to pay any attention. Well, he did get hard and he was so large that I had to pay attention. I asked about how big his loads were, he had nothing to gauge on that so he really didn't know if it was a lot, little or "normal".

That was the night it started with a big load, and I mean BIG load from a really long, thick cock in my mouth. We slept together that night and he and I have been together as lovers since. After another couple of weeks I moved my clothes into his room, and we are like a married couple, only he doesn't hit me during sex or when he's drunk. I am in love, with my brother

When I Was 14

My family moved to a small rural town in Texas when I was 14. I was in eighth grade and for the first time, we had gym separate from the girls and for the first time I saw other guys cocks in the gym shower. I realized mine was on the larger side, but not the biggest.
I had met a friend, same age as me who grew up on a local farm. We went on an overnight camping trip at a local farmers pond to fish. It was a hot day and we decided to go for a swim. When we took our clothes off, I was stunned. Bob had a giant cock, easily twice as big as any I had ever seen.
I could not quit trying to look at it without being obvious. He noticed though, and said it was cool if I wanted to check it out. We sat on a rock by the pond and I looked closely at it. It was hanging down about ten inches, very thick, circumsized with a big head. I could not take my eyes off of it.
We got dressed again and went back to fishing. I kept thinking about it though.
We ate dinner, and set up our tent. That night, we were in the tent with a lantern and talking about stuff, and I asked if I could see his dick again. He took it out and I asked if I could touch it. He said sure. I put my hand on it and stroked it a little. I felt it getting harder and I really wanted to see it erect. I stroked it more and soon it was standing tall. I realized I was rock hard now also. He told me he was going to cum, and he shot a big load, and by now I was stroking my cock as well, and after he came I came too. He asked if he could taste my dick and put his mouth on it, cleaning my cum off. He then pushed my head toward his cock and I put my mouth around his big head, tasting his cum.
We went to sleep, but I woke up very early with a hard on. He was still asleep, and I pulled his blanket over to see his cock. I felt it and then licked it, which woke him up, and he began to get hard. I put his head in my mouth, and went down as far as I could, I began to suck him and he came quickly, surprising me how much came out.
This was going to be an interesting summer

Daring Revenge On The Ex-wife

In my early twenties I married the wrong girl, she was hot, short, petite, 19, but a complete slut. Even knowing Shelbi was a slut a I was foolish enough to believe she'd be faithful. It only took a few months for her to start going on "girls nights" and coming home until 7-8am the next day. Even without hard proof only a fool wouldn't know exactly what she was out doing. The worst part was that we were financially stuck together, so I couldn't just kick her to the curb.
A few months before we finally split up though, her and a couple of her friends were at our house drinking. My ex-wife and one of her friends were going hard, basically trying to out drink each other. During their festivities, I got to talking to the second friend, Amy. I didn't really know her, but I only assumed that since she was friends with Shelbi, that she was also a complete slut. At the point Shelbi and her other friend were falling over drunk, Amy was getting handsy and openly teasing me.
Before long Shelbi out cold in the living room floor, and the other girl was busy hugging the toilet.
On the living room sofa right next to Shelbi's unconscious body, I fucked the shit out of Amy. She said she wanted doggy style, so I gladly bent her over, pulled her skirt up and fucked her tight little black pussy as hard as I could. It was just a quickie, but she came back for more, multiple times.
Fucking my ex-wifes friend right next to her while she was black out drunk was about the most just revenge I could imagine though.

Paying Now For The Wrong I Did When I Was A Teenager

First the romantic version. We were on vacation at a small beach house in the summer in foreign country. It was evening, the sun was setting and I walked out on the beach in front of the house and was lost listening to the surf and watching the sun set. I was sixteen, had my new small bikini, I felt electricity in my tits when I slipped my top off, standing there almost naked. A man walked up, from somewhere and asked for my name and where I was staying. He talked to me and kept walking away from the rent house where I was staying and I followed him. Soon, or maybe not so soon, it was dark and I was on my back in the dunes and he was fucking me and I was saying things and making noises I had never heard coming from me.

Now the version as reported to the police. I was sixteen and I had fight with my sister and walked out onto the beach where I was sulking. I was wearing tight jean shorts and an open top and was standing with my tits in the air and my arms out, walking around 'flying', my mother screaming at me to stop what I was doing and come back in and help her with dinner.

A man came up out of nowhere and told me to come back to the dunes with him. He fucked me, tossing my shorts out over the dune to the beach behind us. My panties on one side, my shirt still open, my father found me all fucked and crying. That was the story given to the police and I didn't correct it. I was interviewed by a police woman who wanted a description, and I made up a man, who happened to fit the description of a man who I had seen earlier that day at the pizza parlor in the town near where we were staying. I was shown a sketch and I vouched for it, the man was found and accused of sexual assault of minor. I didn't return for the trial, it was October then, but I stuck with my identification. All I know is that he was sentenced.

The truth is that I made up the man who had sex with me that night in the dunes, I couldn't provide a description or make an identification. That he was a man and not a boy, of that I'm certain. In my dreams, and I have dreams of that night, it is always the romantic version. I never dream the one that other people made up for me. I confessed this to a man when I was in my mid thirties, he took me to his apartment and worked me over, fucking me this way and that way and using oral and manual sex with me. I woke up with him and I've been close to him since. I cannot refuse him, even if sometimes he is asking too much when I am not in the mood for it. I suck him often, he likes to hold my head with both hands and stare down at me. I know I'm a fuck object, a fitting role for a liar.

I Am A Whore

As a 31 year old, you would look at me think I am married with kids and living in a suburban home. But you would be wrong.

Since I turned 18, I have been a whore. Yes, a whore - someone who gets paid to fuck. It started with some guys from high school in one of their basements. One said he would pay me 20.00 to jerk him off and before the day was done I had made 160.00. This went on until I went off to college that year. While at college, I did tricks in the side - people on campus and people off campus. When I returned home, I made money exclusively doing tricks.

Now 31, I am still putting out for money. I have about 150,000.00 in the bank and I own my condo. I am healthy, fit and financially stable. Over the years over 1000 men have been inside of me and I have enjoyed 98% of it. Nothing is perfect right?

Getting Caught

In between Christmas and new year last year, a supervisor at work caught me beating my meat after receiving naked pictures my girlfriend sent me.
I was taken to the managers office who dismissed the supervisor after he'd explained what he'd seen me doing. The manager, a man in his fifties, then closed and locked his door.

Half an hour later I walked out of his office knowing I could suck cock and although with a sore arse, I could also take it up my rear passage.
I've kept my Job and had a pay rise, but every day at work if my manager is horny for sex, he fucks me.
And what's more I have now grown to love taking his fat dick up my bum, even cumming from him just fucking me.

Also having discovered my new found love of gay sex, I've recently begun having an older neighbour fuck me in his home. He's a divorcee and forty six years old. I found him on a gay hookup site and contacted him. Literally two hours later I was on his bed taking his long cock down my throat.

I'm no longer with my girlfriend as I broke it off once I really began to enjoy my manager fucking me, but I have since begun fucking another girl my age. She knows I'm bisexual and doesn't care.

My wife had a daughter before I met her. She is 15 now. My wife loves to talk dirty when we are riding. She calls me a pervert and pretends she is one of my daughters friends. Lately she has steparted calling me daddy and talks about me sniffing her white cotton panties It�s very horny. Especially when my stepdaughter is in the net room and can probably here us. Just a follow up on this story. The other night my wife sat beside me on the sofa and put a blanket over my lap and started to jerk me off. Where I was sitting you can see when you walk up the corridor so my stepdaughter comes up and goes to the kitchen but she can't see my cock cause of the blanket but my cock gets harder and my wife notices. My stepdaughter goes back down to her room and I pulled away the blanket exposing my cock. My wife started to tell me how much of a pervert I was because I wanted to get caught. She jerked me off right there with the chance of my stepdaughter coming up at anytime. She would have seen everything.