Confession
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It was almost a week later when I received a text from my brother.
“Are you free to chat today?”
I was so eager but at the same time, I was nervous. I knew where this was heading and although it turned me on like crazy thinking about it it was still scary.
“Yes, I am. I'll be on in five.”
In reality, I was ready about thirty seconds later but I didn't want to appear too eager. I spent a few minutes organizing which of the photos I wanted to send and I also made the effort to put a t-shirt on. Never mind that I was naked from the waist down. He couldn't see that and besides if he could do that then so could I. Besides, it made me feel so naughty and so alive to know that my pussy was bare and all but on display. If I so chose, it could be in less than a heartbeat.
He sent the request this time and I hit the accept button, again hearing the familiar chime. First thing I noticed was that both his hands were above the table and I didn't know if that made me happy or sad. There was a slightly strained moment as we were both a little uncertain of ourselves but I noticed Ben was definitely looking at my nipples as they pressed against the material of my t-shirt.
“So are you alone again or is Cindy home today?”
“Nope, definitely alone again.”
“Hmm so have you been watching videos again?”
I gave him a cheeky smile and he seemed to relax a bit.
“Maybe.”
His right hand slipped below the table and my mind went straight to the lovely photo of his hard, dripping cock. I had looked at it so often over the last few days that the image was burned into my mind now.
“Hmm well if they are that good you will have to send me some links to them. Might be nice to see what it is that's getting you so... excited.”
I made a point of looking at where his crotch would be if I could see it as I said this last bit.
“You'd like that, would you? I thought maybe you weren't into that type of thing.”
“Well, who knows? I never would have thought I would be into spending my days naked, flashing my tits at the delivery driver or taking photos of my naked body either. So obviously things change, don't they?”
It was quite funny to see the way his jaw hung loose as I confessed some of the things I had done over the last week. He recovered fairly quickly though and a huge grin spread across his face.
"Well, well, well. Look who's having fun for a change. I would have loved to have been the delivery driver."
"I'm sure you would have."
I was grinning to myself as I watched the motion of his arm increase in tempo.
"So, what exactly did he see?"
"Well at first he saw me pretty much as you are seeing me now with just a shirt on, although I was wearing pants then."
I knew that would get him thinking and I was enjoying teasing him.
"Oh, so we're not wearing pants today?"
"Nope, not pants."
I knew he was wondering if I meant I was naked from the waist down or if I was wearing something other than pants. I wasn't going to tell him though, he could agonize over that for a while.
"Hmm, so how did you go about flashing the delivery driver?"
I told him all that had occurred and how I wanted to do a topless shot and how the thought of someone seeing me was turning me on so I stripped and let him get a peek.
"Ooh, the lucky bugger."
"You sound jealous."
"I am. No doubt about it."
"Hmm, that's unfortunate. So how's Cindy going?"
I could see the agony he was going through and I was loving every moment of it. The tease and the mention of his wife when all he wanted to do was look at my tits and play with his cock. Mind you, I have to admit I was pretty keen to watch him play with his cock too so this was teasing me as much as it was him.
"Yeah, she's alright. Too busy doing her own things to be too concerned with what I'm doing these days."
"Oh really? Does she know what you're doing with the photography?"
"Yes of course she does. She's the one who has set me up with half the models. It was a bit weird at first but it's almost like she thinks if I'm doing that then I'm leaving her alone. I even suspect she's trying to get me to have an affair."
"What? Why?"
"Well as it turns out, I have my suspicions but no proof mind you, that she has been having one for a while. Just a few things pointing in that direction and I guess that if she catches me having an affair she won't feel any guilt for her own."
"Holy crap, Ben. I had no idea. I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Truth is it's kind of liberating you know. I knew she didn't want me any longer but I had no idea why. Now I know it isn't something I did, it's something she's been doing. Bizarrely, I am now happier than I have been in ages."
"Well, it shows. You've certainly been... rambunctious the last few times we have spoken."
He exaggerated his hand movements and gave a small moan.
"Oohh, mmmm, I don't know what you could possibly mean by that."
I laughed but on the inside, my belly was doing flips and I was already beginning to leak onto the leather chair.
“Well for what it's worth things aren't so great here either.”
“Why, what's happened?”
“Nothing has happened and I think that is exactly what the problem is. It's just become so boring and predictable for us that we have both lost interest. The sad thing is I hadn't really noticed until the other day when I got so worked up. It seems like forever since I was actually excited.”
“Marriage can do that, especially when you have kids. Not that I would know much about that.”
“I just took it for granted that everything was okay but I realized just how uninterested in me Geoff has become and to be honest, I just don't have the same feelings for him that I once had either.”
“What are you going to do, sis?”
“I have no idea. What about you, what are you going to do?”
“Same. I have no idea.”
This was all becoming a bit depressing and depressed is the last thing I wanted to feel right now, so I quickly changed the subject. I bit the bullet and decided now was the time to send him some of the photos I had taken.
“Let's not talk about that for now.”
“Okay.”
“So anyway, I took your advice and used it with the photos I took. Would you like to see some of them?”
He was so eager it was funny. He was trying not to show it but he forgets I've known him since he was born and he looked like he did at six years old on Christmas morning. I attached a few photos, nothing all that exciting, to an e-mail and sent them out. I actually heard the chime as he received them and he went straight to opening them. I watched as he slowly went through them.
“These aren't too bad, you know. I can see where you have been trying to sort out the light and get things right.”
“Oh good. Those are some of the first few. I think they improve from there. Do you want to see more?”
He smiled straight at me.
“You know I do.”
I attached a few more and the last of these were the ones I took in my shirt just before the delivery driver arrived. I took a deep breath, here goes nothing, and hit send.
Again I heard the chime and watched as Ben went through them. It was so arousing knowing he would be able to clearly make out my nipples in the last few shots. Just watching him look at them and seeing his face get that hungry look was making me so wet and my nipples were getting even harder. I decided to give them a bit of a squeeze, it felt safe because he was so engrossed in the photos and besides, the risk of being caught was definitely giving me a thrill.
I reached up slowly with both hands and at first, I just brushed my nails across the very sensitive tips of my nipples. God, it felt so good that before long I was pinching and squeezing them. I had closed my eyes briefly as the ecstasy took hold and when I opened them again Ben was staring straight at me. How I could tell he was no longer looking at the photo's I couldn't tell you but I definitely could tell he was looking right at me.
In my mind I was thinking do I keep going and pretend I couldn't tell he was looking right at me? Physically though I had already reacted so it would be a useless charade. I dropped my hands back down to the table and I knew my face was now cherry red.
“So, aahhh, do you... Um, I mean, did you like them?”
“They were fantastic but not as hot as that just was.”
“Fuck! Sorry, Ben, I shouldn't have done that.”
“Oh my god, don't apologize. Never apologize for that.”
I could still feel myself blushing but this was just too exciting to just let it drop.
“Well, uh in that case, would you like to see the rest of my photos?”
“Hell yes, I want to see them.”
Never had a statement had two meanings that were so clear so I decided to give him what he wanted. I attached the ones of me naked in front of the window and sent them. I heard them arrive and gave him time to open them; then when I saw his jaw drop open and his hand increase the motion below the desk I threw caution to the wind and stripped my t-shirt off. My nipples were so hard and sensitive as I brushed my fingertips over them. I was squirming in the seat and leaving damp, sticky spots on the leather.
I watched as he went through each photo and admired each one. When he came back to looking at me live, the look of shock and lust on his face was unbelievable. It was written as clear as day all over his face. He wanted me and my body was reacting big time. I moved one hand down below my own desk and found the wet folds of my pussy. I was so sensitive I was tingling.
Ben was just staring slack-jawed. The only movement from him was his slowly stroking hand. Teasing him was driving me wild. I don't mean just incredibly horny but wild like a feral animal. I was a woman possessed and I didn't care about anything in the world right at that moment but my own animal lust.
I applied some pressure with my two middle fingers and they slid straight into my sopping pussy. I felt some cum ooze out over them and I threw my head back in a throaty moan. I curled my fingers up against my G-spot and pushed against my clit with my palm. I damn near came straight away but with some deep breaths and holding my hand as still as possible
I managed to hold it at bay for a little longer. I wanted to cum so bad but I was loving the slow torture of denying myself an orgasm too. Without being particularly conscious of it I began squeezing and pulling on my right nipple with my left hand and it was sending electric shocks throughout my body.
I looked back at the screen and was momentarily confused because I couldn't see Ben's face but a second later, I realized it was because he was standing up. I focused on that glorious cock that I had already burned into my mind. I wanted it in more than just my mind though. I wanted it in my mouth and in my pussy, filling me up with that hot cum. It looked so delicious as he stood there stroking it. I was literally drooling at the thought of it in my mouth.
I then did something I have never done in front of another human being, not even my husband. I pulled my fingers from my pussy, held them up to show how wet Ben had made my pussy then popped them straight in my mouth. I licked and sucked my own cum from them like it was the greatest thing I had ever tasted.
To be honest, I have always enjoyed my own flavor and I have been curious about the taste of other women but it was something that had never occurred to me as being possible because I was married and I was afraid that Geoff would think I was becoming a lesbian or that I was just plain weird. Right now with Ben though, anything seemed possible and that included tasting that lovely looking pre-cum that was now oozing from my brother's handsome cock.
“Oh God, if you were here right now, that cock would be in my mouth instead of my fingers.”
“Oh, you have no idea how much I want that. I have wanted that for years.”
This surprised the hell out of me but to be desired so much was sending me over the edge. I pushed back on my chair so he could see all of me. I even put my bare feet up on the edge of the chair, displaying myself in as lewd a way as possible. Part of me was shocked at my own behavior but I just wanted this so bad. To be desired like this was obviously something I desperately needed.
I plunged my fingers back into my pussy, being a little rougher than I normally would but I didn't care. I had to be filled right now. If I had a vibrator or dildo I would be fucking myself with that just to show Ben what I wanted him to do with his cock.
Seconds later I saw Ben stiffen and his hand stopped moving. I froze as the anticipation of what was happening got the better of me. Then it burst forth fromTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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FetishChapter 15 — John = = = = = = = = = = Hi. Cindy's been too busy to update her Confessions lately, so she asked me to catch you up. I'm John, by the way—I’m Cindy's agent, among other things. Cindy's an amazing young woman. She's also a horny, cum-swallowing, cocksucker—among her other fine qualities, as I'm sure she'd be the first to tell you. That's how I first met Cindy in fact: I pushed my cock through a hole in the wall of a darkened video booth, and she was a warm, wet...
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Group SexSmart slender sexy lovely looking cute Karie is a blond beauty and a friend of a good friendShe tells me enigmatic erotic bits about her - I am curious - try to tease her with my messagesSuddenly she starts to respond, as I tell her about a confession I just took from a dear friendShe slowly starts to tell me the same sexy dirty details her hot pervy pychiatrist had demandedKarie is as shy, sexy and special in her sexualityKarie is a cute yummy young looking lovely cute blond beauty, barely...
You can find Part One at https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-top-model-951257Part Two: Meeting Wayne’s Cyber Mistress(Please note the people mentioned in this story are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. This story contains explicit sexual descriptions and is aimed at the over 18’s by continuing reading you confirm you are over 18. No person or organisation has the right to copy this story to any other site)Wayne came into my bedroom again pulled up my...
CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER: PART 1 CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER: PART 1 I am a purveyor of female flesh. It=s really the only work I've ever done.? I learned it from the ground up, on my own, and eventually became a major player in the procurement and training of slaves.? Male and female, though I do prefer the thrill of turning a haughty, college educated, snobby female into a quivering mound of obedient, submissive slave meat willing to do anything for an orgasm.? Breaking males is also...
Los Angeles, California. February 2009. "People think it's tough to play a bipolar nympho, but I just played myself!" Several years ago, I said that in an award acceptance speech. There are those who still think I was kidding today. It was the truth, however. It wasn't a joke. I really am a bipolar sex maniac. Those who know appreciate it, for the most part. I need to introduce myself, don't I? The name's Isla Fisher. Occupation: actress, comedian, all around spreader of good humor....
The work of a priest is never done. Not that I am complaining, I enjoy my work. I step into the central compartment of the confessional and draw the curtain behind me. Sitting in the dark I can not read the scriptures but instead spend my time waiting examining my own guilty conscious and asking for forgiveness for my own many sins preparing myself to hear the confessions of my flock. I don't have to wait long until I hear the shy footsteps of my first confessor approaching quickly down the...
Hi everyone, after a yearlong of silence, I hereby reveal our secret – my own elder sister and I are having consensual sex for over a year now. It is such a relieving experience to share my dirty secret with you all. I have mixed feelings about my relationship with my sister sometimes it haunts me as being immoral whereas sometimes it gives me immense sexual pleasure which is incomparable it words, perhaps the thrill of breaking the social norms by ‘doing’ the ‘undoable’ and even at the thought...
IncestI love boobs. I cannot resist them; just the thought of two round, warm and magnificent breasts in my two hands. How I would slowly move my hands just slightly touching her breast, just the way a sculptor would feel his newly made smooth marble statue, as if it were some very delicate thing. In fact it is. I have pressed it hard enough to make her scream, in pain. Not those masochistic orgasmic pains, I am talking about pain, plain simple and very painful, and pain. Just as much as I enjoy...
Dear readers, this is Black Knight here to entertain you people with incidents of my life. If you guys/gals enjoy the story then let me know, my email address is To begin with, let me introduce myself. I am Sourav,26 lives in Bangalore. I am an Assistant Professor here in a highly reputed research institute. Meet my sweet girlfriend Doyel,25 she works in a Company here. We were batch mates in college where our affair began, that is six years ago. We were like high-school sweethearts depicted...
Hi friends, this is Bobby here again after a long time. For the people.” Who don’t know me; I am male 37 from Delhi. I am big fan of ISS and written previous episodes in ISS and got good replies from number of people. This story is not about me but my friend Neeru whom you guys can read in my previous post. She was a hot erotic lady in late thirties with a very sexy figure and is always ready to fuck. I was with her nearly a month back at her office where we just finished our action. We were...
Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore – you cannot be serious I hear you cry – well I am as I reflect on my life in dresses to date and some of my experiences which I am about to write about here as a memoirs of a life in dresses.So why use the term ‘hooker’ or ‘whore’ – well what I am about to relate from my current stage of life the memories are that upon reflection the meets I am about to relate felt more like me being a provider of sexual services and pleasure to people desperate...
"Confession time!" I announced as I passed the bottle of wine my girlfriends and I were working on. "I wanna hear all about your deepest, darkest confessions! Make me forget that bastard that cheated on me!" I knocked back my third glass of wine and reached for the bottle after Nikki passed it back to me. All of the women sitting around the fire started to giggle and point fingers to one another, trying to get someone to confess. "Oh, all right, said Shana. "I'll go but you all have to promise...
Confessions of an English MaidbyJessie.London1937 CHAPTER 1During the course of the years in which I have been more or less closelyassociated with other prostitutes I have frequently listened toexplanations as to just what this one or that owed her degradation; theparticular villainy to which she attributed her advent into a life ofshame. The usual story is one of seduction by a lover under theinevitable extenuating circumstance of "before I really knewanything," with the occasional variation,...
Let us start with the most recent confession of Maria to Father Peter:M: I have tried hard to be a good girl in the last 24 hours. I went to church on Sunday morning and prayed on my knees for deliverance from sin. But on Sunday night I found myself trying on my school uniform and looking at the mirror.F: Did you remember how little you sinned when you last wore it?How much you´ve changed, my c***d! Today you were a good girl, Maria!At least you prayed in church today and took a break in...
I want to share something here. I’m from asouth Asian country. Our parents are very religious. We are Muslim. I have a younger sister who is two years younger than me. She was very caring. We were close since childhood. We grew up together & watched ourselves going through the changes. You know how it feels when your body and mind changes at that age. Mine was little different from most other boys of my age as I had a sister who was only a year and half younger than me. Well I have to admit...
IncestIt had been by the first post that the letter had arrived. Abbot Deaglan had sat at his study desk,after breakfast, and opened the envelope.The rain was tapping at the window ,it was set to be another cold,rainy,winter's day,but Abbot Deaglan took comfort in his private study among his books and memories.Now in his sixty eight year and his forty second year as a Monk he felt very content with what he had achieved . He had become Principal of St.Birchwood's Monastery of Repentance fifteen years...
Confessions part 3UNCLE STEVE It had only been a few weeks, but it had been the best weeks of my life. I had become my parent’s recent conquest, their sex slave; it was a role that I happily played night after night. One early Sunday morning right before day break I heard my bedroom door open. My room was nearly dark, except for the dawn of a new day that shone through the cracks of my blinds. I felt the covers as they were lifted and my father climbed into bed with me. I felt his fingers...
Dear readers, today I am going to confess in front of you all of a sin I have committed in the rage of sexual emotions. I am Shobha. A very simple housewife in my early forties. I have a loving husband and a daughter of 13 years in age. I live in a Mumbai suburban area called Malad. My husband Anil is in his mid forties and works for a leading bank as a branch manager. Anil loves me a lot and is very liberal. Unlike many middle class old fashioned husbands, Anil does not worry about me talking...