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Strangers, Bogus Doctors, Cuckoldry, By Frida free porn video
1) My Husband fucking my friend Rachel.
I get the 'cuckoldry' thing as being a booster to a flagging relationship, even though it's something generally associated with men watching their wives interact with other men.
In the urban dictionary I would officially be known as a 'cuckquean', because like those once smitten, I actually enjoy listening to women being pleasured by my husband, and of late, my son screw his girlfriends.
I have always been honest about my sexuality, and masturbation a tool I have used since before my teens, combined with a vivid imagination, standing at a bus stop or sitting in a railway carriage full of leering men, I would casually rub myself to orgasm, thinking about them gang-banging me, I have even shook hands with my husbands friends, my fingers soaked in my wet pussy juices, the thrill off passing on my intimate body fluid to a man who is thinking about how much he wants to fuck me, if only he knew, what he had just touched.
When it became obvious that my husband harboured fantasies about me and other men, it was like the floodgates opened up, at last I could be me and let him see me in that new light, letting strangers do their thing to me, and me moaning knowing he was wanking himself to my bawdy show.
When I was pregnant with our daughter my friend Rachel had gone through a messy divorce and came down to spend some time with me.
This was relief for her and myself, and one night, when she got very drunk she confessed to experiencing a 'Wet Dream" for the first time. She had stopped having sex with her ex, years before that, and now that everything was on the mend, both physically and emotionally, she slept and experience a sexual awakening, with my husband being the protagonist, in her dream.
When he came home from the pub, I told him about Rachel's sexual fantasy and asked him if he fancied fucking her for real. Studying his face as my words of offer sunk in, I could feel my own desires rising at the thought of them naked and fucking, knowing his seed had fertilised me, and the idea of him doing the same for Rachel, I thought I was going to cum where I stood.
Rachel had passed out on the couch, so I suggested we put her to bed and he undress her and see how he felt once she was naked, I wanted to look at him looking down at her, and I knew I would masturbate watching them interact.
When I got my wish and she was naked, I could sense my husband's stirring, more so when I suggested he touch her intimately, "She's gagging to be fucked", I said thickly and crudely, lifting my skirt to touch myself as he sat down beside her naked body, and began finger fucking her and she responded by moaning out loudly.
"Put your cock in her mouth", I said out loud, I could feel my own orgasm mounting to a peak, as he did as I bade him, and Rachel was now drunkenly responding to his need for her and her need for him, and then he was inside her pussy and they were intertwined and kissing passionately, they were one being and I was excluded, they were an item of physical love and I was a mere fly on the wall listening to their combined moans and groping's, my husband was seeding my best friend and I felt an overwhelming satisfying feeling that her body would swell up like my own, as she became his breeding machine, I almost had my baby daughter there and then, my orgasm was so strong even they stopped fucking, and after we all stopped laughing, and I then joined them on the bed, and gave my husband and his new lover the best female double header ever.
In the morning Rachel was cooing like a love struck dove, John my husband had mounted her early morning with my blessing, and gave her another orgasm, which made me happy for them both, at least their lovemaking was out in the open and I loved the idea she was happy to be a subordinate, to be used and abused by our new lord and master, as he sat in our kitchen like a prize cockerel.
2) Daddy issues and Corporal Punishment
By aged fifteen I was officially, 'The woman of the house'. My mother was a d**g user and a slut to boot, and I still remember going off into town with her and her stopping on the way and picking up men for sex, while I sat in the front seat, listening to them humping in the back, pretending to listen to my music through my ear buds, but their fucking filled my head and the car shook as they screwed unabashed by the little girl in the front. I had seen lots of erections before my entry into my teens, and felt cum being shot onto me, only to be cleaned up by my mother, making me promise not to tell daddy about it, pressing stuff into my hands, like my music and ear buds.
In the end she had to go, it was just a matter of time, especially when she encouraged me to join in and touch the men before they fucked her.
On day I found her hidden stash of d**gs, and I took a pill, that sent me over the top, that was it, and she was thrown out, and I was about to be shown the reality of d**g usage.
I remember the blue cotton dress, dark navy blue with white polka dots, that came mid thigh, I was wearing when daddy caught me swallowing a pill, for a thrill.
Back then corporal punishment was the thing administered by the man of the house, and the fact I got the pill from a man, who sold it to me for my dirty panties, which I took off and handed to him, without showing myself, I went home commando and on a high.
Daddy saw my state and hauled my ass upstairs, I was still on some euphoric high, when he pulled me across his lap and settled me down to an ass whopping, only to find his girl was bare-assed as well and my pussy was wet with sexual excitement, not fed with the heat of a spanking, I orgasmed and felt my own father's cock stiffen under my belly, my teens had brought a more mature and womanly pussy to observe, and my spanking turned into a fingering and a daddy loving girls don't talk about to people outside our front doors.
I was in puberty and ovulating when the pill I swallowed released an inner desire to explore my sexuality and my having such open orgasms at being touched by my own daddy, when across his knee, got kind off fucked up in my head, that I started fantasying about replacing my mother in daddy's affections and sex life.
I became a rebel, just to be punished and feel his erection under my belly across his lap. My spanking became a regular feature and an excuse for us to interact sexually, then one night, during a violent thunderstorm, I went to his room and crawled in beside him and fell asleep, only to awake in the early morning, and feel him inside me, fucking me from behind, and go flaccid after cumming.
He never woke up during this, and I went back to my own bed, and in the morning we continued as if nothing had happened. Deep down we both knew we were doing it to each other and that it was wrong on many levels, but the orgasms were so powerful and aided by his drinking and my occasional pill popping, we fucked until I left home for university at s*******n, in total six years of lost innocence, but what a fucking ride it was, there was nothing I would not try, orgasms are for free, your body's reward for fucking, an encouragement for procreating, only birth control nullifies the end result but the pleasure continues.
Marriage eventually led me to meeting a friend of my husbands, an eccentric man that was sexually starved of a beautiful woman, and he fell head over heels for me, confessing one night when drunk, he wanted to tie me up and spank my arse until it was bloody red.
That triggered an old passion I thought I had got over, so I took my panties off and made him promise to punish me behind my husband's back.
That night we went out onto the balcony of the hotel we were partying at, and he administered an ass slapping which turned into a leather belt, he was using to keep his pants up, raising huge welts that bled, and a fucking that brought on those orgasms people never get to experience, unless they are into d**gs and BDSM.
Cecil and I meet on occasions when my husband is away on business, and I let him tie me up and administer corporal beatings about my buttocks and breasts, usually crocodile clips on my nipples with small weights, for pain and a clitoris pump to make me huge swollen and sensitive.
3) Quit Smoking
My older sister was fifteen when our parents found out she was smoking, and they were determined to stamp it out before she became addicted to Nicotine.
You could smell off of her before she drew level, and in the end they paid for her to go see a ther****t, who then suggested she go see a hypnotist, to induce a revolting taste to cigarettes.
We were to go together, as mother was working late that day, and I, even only ten years old, would be a witness to make sure nothing would go wrong.
We left school at 4pm and made our way into town for an appointment for five thirty. My sister claimed it would be w waste of time as she was unhypnotizable and would laugh.
When we arrived the receptionist was in a tizzy, she was late for an appointment and had to rush away, once she announced to the Doctor my sister had arrived and was in the waiting room, we were the only people there.
I went to the bathroom, which took about eight minutes and when I returned my sister was gone and I was alone.
I went to the door leading into the doctors office and heard low dulcet overtones, then I heard my sisters voice say something, so I went back to the seats and sat down reading a magazine.
After a short while I heard my sister let out a moan, and as Looked to the door where it came from, I saw the keyhole.
I got up and went across, dropped to my knees and peered through, and saw my sister completely naked and sucking his cock, on her knees.
My heart was pounding, I had never seen her do anything like that before, but more importantly, I felt the urge in my crotch to touch myself as I watched them interact, like that.
Then she stood up and for the first time I saw a naked man press himself against her young slim body, and use his finger in her, and then she called out and stumbled backwards, clutching his desk as she fell backwards. I did not know it then, but she was having an orgasm and it snapped her out of whatever she was in.
I got such a fright, and seeing her pick up her clothes, I knew she going to leave, so I went out of the office and down the stairs and sat on the pavement outside.
When she appeared she was flustered and different somehow and we went for a coke, I asked her what happened.
She retorted that nothing had happened, he tried to hypnotise her, but failed, and they only talked instead.
I knew she was lying so I decided not to tell her what I saw, and the following week I asked her if she was going back for another session, she said no, "It does not work on me".
Through time I realised she actually believes she cannot be hypnotised and what happened to her never happened and the more I dwelt with that theme, I started feeling empathy for the little brown Indian man, that hypnotised teenage white girls and made them do stuff they normally would never do, and when I masturbated, I was one of those girls, like my older sister, that allowed him carnal knowledge of my body, and my orgasms were truly great and intensive.
Then one day my mother suggested I start taking the pill, "You're from a line of women who are too fertile for their own good", she insisted, I was f******n and had started my periods a year earlier and was masturbating myself every bloody morning, before getting up for school, she knew what I was like, and it was only a matter of time before cock replaced my fingers.
She made an appointment for the clinic and when I went down I was told to go to another place to see the doctor, as everything was screwed up with so many sick people.
When I arrived I suddenly realised it was the same surgery my sister went to four years earlier, and believe it or not, the same bloody doctor.
The receptionist was different, he now had an Indian receptionist and it turned out to be his own daughter, and when she showed me in, he told her to lock up and go home. I knew what was coming, and I sat there full of mixed emotions, this was like me going into my sexual fantasy, only it was real, and I knew my knickers would be soaking in expectation.
"Your other want's you to start taking the pill", he said softly, his eyes darting all over my schoolgirl body under my uniform, I could swear he was even licking his lips at the prospect, of getting his hands on me.
"How do you feel about that", he asked me, his eyes dropping to my knees, as if I was going to open them for him?
I smiled meekly, and shrugged my shoulders before replying, "I don't mind as long as I don't put on weight or bloat".
He smiled and was complimentary, "You are a very pretty girl, and I am sure the boys will chase you", he said with thickness to his voice, "it's when they catch you you need to be on the pill", and I stared at him and his frankness, as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"Why", I retorted?
"Boys will be boys", he chuckled, his head lolling side to side as he spoke.
"But before I can subscribe a pill for you I need to conduct a physical, and look inside you, down there", he emphasized down there, by nodding at my crotch.
"I don't want too, I'm too nervous to let you do that", I toyed with him, and then he suggested I relax through hypnosis.
I furrowed my brows, "What's that", I lied, "He is actually trying it on with me the dirty bastard", I thought, feeling another rush of vaginal discharge into the soaked cotton of my panties.
He guided me to a soft leather chair, and put on some music with chimes and lit a couple of scented candles and began telling me I was sleepy and heavy, and then lifted my arm and told me it was as light as a feather, so I left it hanging mid air, and he said, "Good, now I have you", and started taking off his clothes until he stood naked in front of me.
"Take off you clothes", he ordered me, and I knew I was getting up out of the chair, I had done this so many times in my fantasy, but it was different, I could feel the rush of excitement at actual stripping off in front of him, and I did so right down to my panties and brassiere, by which time he was openly wanking himself watching me strip.
"You like my dick", he said, as I peeled my panties over my hips and down my legs, and stood up and stepped from them, leaving a tiny pussy soaked ball of cotton, noting his fixation of my pussy, just a thin line without labia or pubic hair, a paedophiles dream cunt to fuck, and he told me to sit back down and open my thighs wide, because I wanted him to fuck me.
He pulled a stool between my open thighs and caressed my legs, then made me ask him to go higher until he was opening my pussy and felt just how open and wet I was.
He fingered me and I had a genuine orgasm, and when I relaxed, he told me I was a slut and wanted to be fucked by him, ordered me to get up and position myself over his desk, where he proceeded to fuck me from behind, I had another orgasm, they were coming easily and getting pretty powerful.
I bit the inside of my mouth to make sure I was not hypnotised, I drew blood and the metallic taste told me I was not, but by that time, I was back on my knees, blowing his cock until he came in my mouth.
He signed off on my getting the pill with the taste of his cum in my mouth and my cotton panties still on the floor, I never retrieved them.
As I left his office one hour and fifteen minutes later, I turned to him and told him my sister had been here nearly five year back, "I was with her", I told him as his brown face turned ashen, I watched you through that keyhole and saw what you did to her, and as his eyes lolled, I told him, now you have had us both.
Like her, I never went back.
I get the 'cuckoldry' thing as being a booster to a flagging relationship, even though it's something generally associated with men watching their wives interact with other men.
In the urban dictionary I would officially be known as a 'cuckquean', because like those once smitten, I actually enjoy listening to women being pleasured by my husband, and of late, my son screw his girlfriends.
I have always been honest about my sexuality, and masturbation a tool I have used since before my teens, combined with a vivid imagination, standing at a bus stop or sitting in a railway carriage full of leering men, I would casually rub myself to orgasm, thinking about them gang-banging me, I have even shook hands with my husbands friends, my fingers soaked in my wet pussy juices, the thrill off passing on my intimate body fluid to a man who is thinking about how much he wants to fuck me, if only he knew, what he had just touched.
When it became obvious that my husband harboured fantasies about me and other men, it was like the floodgates opened up, at last I could be me and let him see me in that new light, letting strangers do their thing to me, and me moaning knowing he was wanking himself to my bawdy show.
When I was pregnant with our daughter my friend Rachel had gone through a messy divorce and came down to spend some time with me.
This was relief for her and myself, and one night, when she got very drunk she confessed to experiencing a 'Wet Dream" for the first time. She had stopped having sex with her ex, years before that, and now that everything was on the mend, both physically and emotionally, she slept and experience a sexual awakening, with my husband being the protagonist, in her dream.
When he came home from the pub, I told him about Rachel's sexual fantasy and asked him if he fancied fucking her for real. Studying his face as my words of offer sunk in, I could feel my own desires rising at the thought of them naked and fucking, knowing his seed had fertilised me, and the idea of him doing the same for Rachel, I thought I was going to cum where I stood.
Rachel had passed out on the couch, so I suggested we put her to bed and he undress her and see how he felt once she was naked, I wanted to look at him looking down at her, and I knew I would masturbate watching them interact.
When I got my wish and she was naked, I could sense my husband's stirring, more so when I suggested he touch her intimately, "She's gagging to be fucked", I said thickly and crudely, lifting my skirt to touch myself as he sat down beside her naked body, and began finger fucking her and she responded by moaning out loudly.
"Put your cock in her mouth", I said out loud, I could feel my own orgasm mounting to a peak, as he did as I bade him, and Rachel was now drunkenly responding to his need for her and her need for him, and then he was inside her pussy and they were intertwined and kissing passionately, they were one being and I was excluded, they were an item of physical love and I was a mere fly on the wall listening to their combined moans and groping's, my husband was seeding my best friend and I felt an overwhelming satisfying feeling that her body would swell up like my own, as she became his breeding machine, I almost had my baby daughter there and then, my orgasm was so strong even they stopped fucking, and after we all stopped laughing, and I then joined them on the bed, and gave my husband and his new lover the best female double header ever.
In the morning Rachel was cooing like a love struck dove, John my husband had mounted her early morning with my blessing, and gave her another orgasm, which made me happy for them both, at least their lovemaking was out in the open and I loved the idea she was happy to be a subordinate, to be used and abused by our new lord and master, as he sat in our kitchen like a prize cockerel.
2) Daddy issues and Corporal Punishment
By aged fifteen I was officially, 'The woman of the house'. My mother was a d**g user and a slut to boot, and I still remember going off into town with her and her stopping on the way and picking up men for sex, while I sat in the front seat, listening to them humping in the back, pretending to listen to my music through my ear buds, but their fucking filled my head and the car shook as they screwed unabashed by the little girl in the front. I had seen lots of erections before my entry into my teens, and felt cum being shot onto me, only to be cleaned up by my mother, making me promise not to tell daddy about it, pressing stuff into my hands, like my music and ear buds.
In the end she had to go, it was just a matter of time, especially when she encouraged me to join in and touch the men before they fucked her.
On day I found her hidden stash of d**gs, and I took a pill, that sent me over the top, that was it, and she was thrown out, and I was about to be shown the reality of d**g usage.
I remember the blue cotton dress, dark navy blue with white polka dots, that came mid thigh, I was wearing when daddy caught me swallowing a pill, for a thrill.
Back then corporal punishment was the thing administered by the man of the house, and the fact I got the pill from a man, who sold it to me for my dirty panties, which I took off and handed to him, without showing myself, I went home commando and on a high.
Daddy saw my state and hauled my ass upstairs, I was still on some euphoric high, when he pulled me across his lap and settled me down to an ass whopping, only to find his girl was bare-assed as well and my pussy was wet with sexual excitement, not fed with the heat of a spanking, I orgasmed and felt my own father's cock stiffen under my belly, my teens had brought a more mature and womanly pussy to observe, and my spanking turned into a fingering and a daddy loving girls don't talk about to people outside our front doors.
I was in puberty and ovulating when the pill I swallowed released an inner desire to explore my sexuality and my having such open orgasms at being touched by my own daddy, when across his knee, got kind off fucked up in my head, that I started fantasying about replacing my mother in daddy's affections and sex life.
I became a rebel, just to be punished and feel his erection under my belly across his lap. My spanking became a regular feature and an excuse for us to interact sexually, then one night, during a violent thunderstorm, I went to his room and crawled in beside him and fell asleep, only to awake in the early morning, and feel him inside me, fucking me from behind, and go flaccid after cumming.
He never woke up during this, and I went back to my own bed, and in the morning we continued as if nothing had happened. Deep down we both knew we were doing it to each other and that it was wrong on many levels, but the orgasms were so powerful and aided by his drinking and my occasional pill popping, we fucked until I left home for university at s*******n, in total six years of lost innocence, but what a fucking ride it was, there was nothing I would not try, orgasms are for free, your body's reward for fucking, an encouragement for procreating, only birth control nullifies the end result but the pleasure continues.
Marriage eventually led me to meeting a friend of my husbands, an eccentric man that was sexually starved of a beautiful woman, and he fell head over heels for me, confessing one night when drunk, he wanted to tie me up and spank my arse until it was bloody red.
That triggered an old passion I thought I had got over, so I took my panties off and made him promise to punish me behind my husband's back.
That night we went out onto the balcony of the hotel we were partying at, and he administered an ass slapping which turned into a leather belt, he was using to keep his pants up, raising huge welts that bled, and a fucking that brought on those orgasms people never get to experience, unless they are into d**gs and BDSM.
Cecil and I meet on occasions when my husband is away on business, and I let him tie me up and administer corporal beatings about my buttocks and breasts, usually crocodile clips on my nipples with small weights, for pain and a clitoris pump to make me huge swollen and sensitive.
3) Quit Smoking
My older sister was fifteen when our parents found out she was smoking, and they were determined to stamp it out before she became addicted to Nicotine.
You could smell off of her before she drew level, and in the end they paid for her to go see a ther****t, who then suggested she go see a hypnotist, to induce a revolting taste to cigarettes.
We were to go together, as mother was working late that day, and I, even only ten years old, would be a witness to make sure nothing would go wrong.
We left school at 4pm and made our way into town for an appointment for five thirty. My sister claimed it would be w waste of time as she was unhypnotizable and would laugh.
When we arrived the receptionist was in a tizzy, she was late for an appointment and had to rush away, once she announced to the Doctor my sister had arrived and was in the waiting room, we were the only people there.
I went to the bathroom, which took about eight minutes and when I returned my sister was gone and I was alone.
I went to the door leading into the doctors office and heard low dulcet overtones, then I heard my sisters voice say something, so I went back to the seats and sat down reading a magazine.
After a short while I heard my sister let out a moan, and as Looked to the door where it came from, I saw the keyhole.
I got up and went across, dropped to my knees and peered through, and saw my sister completely naked and sucking his cock, on her knees.
My heart was pounding, I had never seen her do anything like that before, but more importantly, I felt the urge in my crotch to touch myself as I watched them interact, like that.
Then she stood up and for the first time I saw a naked man press himself against her young slim body, and use his finger in her, and then she called out and stumbled backwards, clutching his desk as she fell backwards. I did not know it then, but she was having an orgasm and it snapped her out of whatever she was in.
I got such a fright, and seeing her pick up her clothes, I knew she going to leave, so I went out of the office and down the stairs and sat on the pavement outside.
When she appeared she was flustered and different somehow and we went for a coke, I asked her what happened.
She retorted that nothing had happened, he tried to hypnotise her, but failed, and they only talked instead.
I knew she was lying so I decided not to tell her what I saw, and the following week I asked her if she was going back for another session, she said no, "It does not work on me".
Through time I realised she actually believes she cannot be hypnotised and what happened to her never happened and the more I dwelt with that theme, I started feeling empathy for the little brown Indian man, that hypnotised teenage white girls and made them do stuff they normally would never do, and when I masturbated, I was one of those girls, like my older sister, that allowed him carnal knowledge of my body, and my orgasms were truly great and intensive.
Then one day my mother suggested I start taking the pill, "You're from a line of women who are too fertile for their own good", she insisted, I was f******n and had started my periods a year earlier and was masturbating myself every bloody morning, before getting up for school, she knew what I was like, and it was only a matter of time before cock replaced my fingers.
She made an appointment for the clinic and when I went down I was told to go to another place to see the doctor, as everything was screwed up with so many sick people.
When I arrived I suddenly realised it was the same surgery my sister went to four years earlier, and believe it or not, the same bloody doctor.
The receptionist was different, he now had an Indian receptionist and it turned out to be his own daughter, and when she showed me in, he told her to lock up and go home. I knew what was coming, and I sat there full of mixed emotions, this was like me going into my sexual fantasy, only it was real, and I knew my knickers would be soaking in expectation.
"Your other want's you to start taking the pill", he said softly, his eyes darting all over my schoolgirl body under my uniform, I could swear he was even licking his lips at the prospect, of getting his hands on me.
"How do you feel about that", he asked me, his eyes dropping to my knees, as if I was going to open them for him?
I smiled meekly, and shrugged my shoulders before replying, "I don't mind as long as I don't put on weight or bloat".
He smiled and was complimentary, "You are a very pretty girl, and I am sure the boys will chase you", he said with thickness to his voice, "it's when they catch you you need to be on the pill", and I stared at him and his frankness, as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"Why", I retorted?
"Boys will be boys", he chuckled, his head lolling side to side as he spoke.
"But before I can subscribe a pill for you I need to conduct a physical, and look inside you, down there", he emphasized down there, by nodding at my crotch.
"I don't want too, I'm too nervous to let you do that", I toyed with him, and then he suggested I relax through hypnosis.
I furrowed my brows, "What's that", I lied, "He is actually trying it on with me the dirty bastard", I thought, feeling another rush of vaginal discharge into the soaked cotton of my panties.
He guided me to a soft leather chair, and put on some music with chimes and lit a couple of scented candles and began telling me I was sleepy and heavy, and then lifted my arm and told me it was as light as a feather, so I left it hanging mid air, and he said, "Good, now I have you", and started taking off his clothes until he stood naked in front of me.
"Take off you clothes", he ordered me, and I knew I was getting up out of the chair, I had done this so many times in my fantasy, but it was different, I could feel the rush of excitement at actual stripping off in front of him, and I did so right down to my panties and brassiere, by which time he was openly wanking himself watching me strip.
"You like my dick", he said, as I peeled my panties over my hips and down my legs, and stood up and stepped from them, leaving a tiny pussy soaked ball of cotton, noting his fixation of my pussy, just a thin line without labia or pubic hair, a paedophiles dream cunt to fuck, and he told me to sit back down and open my thighs wide, because I wanted him to fuck me.
He pulled a stool between my open thighs and caressed my legs, then made me ask him to go higher until he was opening my pussy and felt just how open and wet I was.
He fingered me and I had a genuine orgasm, and when I relaxed, he told me I was a slut and wanted to be fucked by him, ordered me to get up and position myself over his desk, where he proceeded to fuck me from behind, I had another orgasm, they were coming easily and getting pretty powerful.
I bit the inside of my mouth to make sure I was not hypnotised, I drew blood and the metallic taste told me I was not, but by that time, I was back on my knees, blowing his cock until he came in my mouth.
He signed off on my getting the pill with the taste of his cum in my mouth and my cotton panties still on the floor, I never retrieved them.
As I left his office one hour and fifteen minutes later, I turned to him and told him my sister had been here nearly five year back, "I was with her", I told him as his brown face turned ashen, I watched you through that keyhole and saw what you did to her, and as his eyes lolled, I told him, now you have had us both.
Like her, I never went back.
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