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You asked me what turned me on about scat play. I mentioned a few things and you took it from there. You started our dive into fun-filled nastiness by squatting over my face so I could tongue-fuck and taste your asshole. You had me finger your asshole until I could feel your shit with my finger! And we were off and running from there! You wanted to know where you should shit, asking me if my mouth were okay. Duh! Lol. And I still vividly remember you asking me if I would eat your shit for you. You then shit right in my mouth and delighted in watching me chew it. I knew then this half hour was going to be insanely nasty, which is where I wanted to go!
Not a girl to disappoint, you proceed to give me a kiss while I have your shit in my mouth because you wanted to get your lips all shitty – with your own shit! Where have you been all my life?
 The next step was pretty obvious: the two of us could make best use of your turd by sucking on it together. How far out!  I’ll give you an hour to stop that!  Of course, you needed something, or better yet, someone to clean you up, so you go doggy style in front of me and have me clean up your shit-covered ass. You wanted me to rub my nose in your shit while I cleaned you up, which I would never hesitate to do (remember that). Honey, I’ll clean you up every time! And yes, I did love the smell of your shitty ass! In the depths of this complete nastiness, smelling your shit was like an addicting perfume.
Then, after all that, you wanted me to return the favor by squatting over you so I could shit on your tits so you could lick it off. How could I refuse such a request? And I watched how you licked my shit off your titties, played with it in your hands, and licked it off your fingers!  I could hardly believe I was talking to a girl who obviously enjoyed having both our shits covering her lips. I felt like I’d been sent a gift from heaven you were so nasty. You showed me how wet your pussy got from eating my shit, and you had me get my hands all shitty so I could rub it on your cunt. Far fucking out! And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it got better. I stuck your own turd in your cunt and used it on you like a dildo. I remember you starting to go a little ballistic when I did that. This was my kind of girl! That was so hot seeing your cunt and turd juice mix together and drip off your ass cheeks!

You looked amazing like that with your arms tied above your head the other night. Hanging there, for me to play with. I like it when your blindfolded. I like it when you can’t see. I feel like I can do whatever I want to you. You don’t know whats coming & I can just take my time, and take you in. I could have sat on the floor behind you and jerked off for hours. Your cunt locked up for me, while I still had it squeezed full with a cock. A nice big plug popping out of your ass.

You were dripping fucking wet. Literally, dripping. And I was so glad to be exactly where I was down between your legs to see every bit of it in. To listen to you whimper. don’t pretend like you can’t take it, fuck. You can take so much more than that.

Thank you for an amazing night. I hope your not still too sore.

xo

Hey Doctor-Lover…

I promise. It wouldn’t be the first time I turned an out-and-out top into a turbo bottom

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Sex Toys at Babeland.

Could you just stop what you’re doing and fuck me right now? If you’re making bread, would you knead my tits instead? If you’re washing the car, would you just spray me with your hose? If you’re writing a letter I’d like you to write it with your finger on my back. If I’ve caught you in the bath would you make me wet? If you happen to be making coffee you can pour your cream all over me. If you’re cleaning the house would you polish my ass for a while, ‘til it’s nice and shiny? If it’s your lunch hour you could eat your dessert between my legs. I don’t want to interrupt your day, I just want whatever you’re doing to include fucking me silly ‘til I can’t take it anymore. I’m willing to work my ass into any activity on your schedule today. Any time. I’ll fit you in. I’ll fit in your fingers, your tongue, your cock, and anything else you want to fit in. AWAITING YOUR REPLY.

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She wakes up early one morning and quickly jumps in the shower.  She makes sure everything is washed and completely shaved.  She fixes her hair, puts on makeup and tries her hardest to resist the urge the run her fingers between her legs.  The skirt feels silky as it is pulled up her long smooth legs.  The hem falls just below her ass cheeks.  His strict instructions were NO panties.  The red shelf bra is put on and fastened in the back.  This lifts her tits  while keeping the nipples available for any potential use.  She picks up the black permanent marker and writes the words he has instructed on the top of her tits, above her nipples… “pig slut”.   The white tank top is put on next, allowing for her new label to be easily visible.  She quickly puts her shoes on and heads out of the door.  Her heart races as she pulls up to the truck stop.  He ordered her to go inside and purchase a drink.  She carefully gets out of her car and walks inside.  There are a handful of unwashed grungy truckers inside who instantly start gawking at her.  She bends over to pick up a bottle off the bottom shelf.  All eyes are on her bare ass.  She slowly walks up to the counter and buys the drink as the cashier stares at her in stunned silence.  She gets back into her car and heads for the interstate.

An hour later, she arrives at her destination.  She grabs her wallet, cell phone, and blindfold and again carefully gets out of her car.  There aren’t too many people down at the Riverwalk.  However, it is a very chilly early morning and her nipples become errect instantly, poking through the thin fabric of the tank top.  She walks to their meeting place and places her wallet and cell phone on the picnic table.  Her heart pounds out of her chest as she walks over to the overlook on the river.  She takes a deep breath as she ties the blindfold around her eyes.  Both of her scared hands grip the handrail as she leans over slightly (just enough for the skirt to allow her ass cheeks to poke through).

After what feels like forever, she hears footsteps behind her.

“Katie Michelle Williams.  123 Main Street.  Bumfuck, Egypt” (real info not used)  Mysterious man reads her contact information from her drivers license.  Her cunt instantly becomes dripping wet as she becomes scared.  “Do you know what kind of things a sick perverted fuck could do with this information Ma’am?” She nods her head.

“I cannot hear you!”  He screams.

“Yes Sir.”  She stammers.

“So you always leave your information just laying around?  Let me guess, you also go around dressing like a slut.”

“Yes Sir.”  She can barely say.

He laughs as she hears the digital camera being turned on.  Within a few seconds she sees the flash go off through the blindfold.

“Your fans are going to know what a nasty little slut you are.”

“Thank you Sir”

She can now feel his breath on her skin.  He runs his fingers up her thighs to the hem of her skirt and raises it.  She feels something cool and wet on her skin and can only assume he is writing something.  Again, more pictures.

All of a sudden his hand lands hard on her ass… one cheek, then the other.  She jumps.  He pulls her hair, pulling her head back.  “Don’t you dare say a word you fucking slut.”  He growls in her ear.  She nods.

He takes 2 fingers and jams them into her cunt, hard and deep.  He laughs, “already wet are we slut?”  He pulls out his fingers and brings them to her nose.  She smells her cunt on his fingers.  He wipes his fingers all over face as he laughs.  “I’m going to have such fun with you cow cunt!”  He takes the next few minutes to strip her down and write humiliating things all over her body, complete with “Master’s whore” on her forehead.  More pictures.

He pushes her to her hands and knees and she can hear his zipper unzip.  Her face gets slapped by his hardening cock.  She instinctively opens her mouth.  “You want this cock slut?”

“Yes Sir this slut wants your cock.”

“And you’re going to be a good slut and not bite it?”

“Yes Sir, this slut won’t bite it.”

“Who do you belong to pig slut?”  He asks, as she hears the camera being switched to record video.

“This pig slut belongs to you Sir.”

“That’s right pig slut.  And what can your Master do?”

“Master can do anything he wishes Sir.  This pig slut belongs to Master.”

“Good answer pig whore.”  He growls as he shoves his cock into her mouth. At first she gags.. but she recovers and starts to suck.  He reaches down and pinches her nipples with one hand.  The other hand is holding the digital camera that is recording video of her sucking his cock. After a few minutes, she hears the knob being turned back to picture.  He takes some pictures of his cock in her mouth.  “I’m going to take the blindfold off of you pig whore, but don’t you dare open your eyes!  Do you understand me cum rag?”

“Yes Sir.”

He pulls the blindfold off as she keeps her eyes shut.   She can sense the camera going off again.  Then she hears it.  Her cell phone being open.  He proceeds to take several pictures of his cock in her mouth with her very own cell phone.  He laughs.  “Do you realize that I could seriously fuck you over right now pig whore?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I could forward all these pictures of you being a cock sucking whore to everyone on your contact list.”

She mumbles.

“What is that pig whore?  You want everyone to know what a cock sucking whore you are?”

She shakes her head no as she mumbles “please, no Sir!”

“What would you do to keep me from sending the pics cum twat?”

He pulls his cock out so his head is just beyond her lips.

“Anything Sir.”

He laughs.  “anything?  That is dangerous slut whore!”

“Yes Sir.”

He shoves his cock back in her mouth and pumps as she sucks.  Just before he is ready to get off, he pulls his cock out of her mouth.  Aiming at her face, he releases his load all over her face.  Some drips down to her tits.  “You’re mine now ass wipe.”  He puts the blind fold back on her and throws her clothes at her.  “Get dressed you disgusting pig whore.”  She fumbles into her clothes and crawls back in the direction of the picnic table.  He fastens a collar around her neck and attaches a leash to the collar.  He proceeds to lead her back to the car for an afternoon of deviant mischief.

Lover. It is strange to call you that, to see you that way again after so many years.

We started playing together so long ago and still years later there are still new things we can do together. Only far, far less innocent.

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Sex Toys at Babeland.

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I woke up feeling all stupid because last night when you said “I’ve never been fucked like that before,” I just assumed it was a good thing. But now I wonder… was I too hard on you? I fucked your ass really hard, I know. It was the whole porn scenario thing, fucking your ass and your best friend’s ass, taking turns. I felt l should act like a porn star, banging away, but also to be honest it was so amazingly fucking sexy to have both of you I probably got swept away. I mean… come on… two beautiful perfect assholes opening up to me, my dick in one and my finger or tongue in the other– I can hardly blame myself for being greedy. I am the luckiest man in the world. But if I was selfish, I guess I just wanted to say (besides thank you!) that if it wasn’t all perfect for you too, I’ll make it up to you. After last night I will do anything—anything anything anything—you want.

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there is a lot on my mind this morning, all of it important, and each thing distracting me from the other.

One of those things – the most persistently interruptive because it’s living in my body as well as my mind – is this mad ache to taste and touch your skin. It is a pulse and a heat that eminates from my cunt through my belly and thighs breasts and fingertips when I pause on the memories of us tangled up at the Beaver or me splayed to your will and my need in your bed.

My skin is on fire and does not seek to cool down but rather seeks out the burn of your expert touch – the touch of your hands or lips or tongue or teeth. Just the thought of your mouth and my breasts go on alert – feel as though they are reaching out through pert hard nipples – eagerly awaiting your lips, your darting tongue and the pull of teeth grazing so slightly. There is a spot on the underside of each breast that is insistent I show you the magic there, magic that will ignite a small explosion in my pussy if you’ll just lick and kiss and blow along the line that ends the soft tissue of breast and begins the less sensitive, but no less eager to be touched, region of my ribs and belly below.

and more I crave the full weight of your body pressed against mine as we rock and tilt and grind into each other, with each other – the dance and sway of our bodies responding to each other. Hands and arms wound together and then pulling apart as we tug at thighs, wrapping closer together and pushing against each other. Our bodies breathless and gasping between fervered kisses. My mouth hungry for the taste of sweat on your neck and that beautiful collarbone – my teeth aching to feel the tug and resistance of the flesh on your neck as I pull it away and then lick and blow and sigh against you. My eyes pressed tight as I lose my direction, then popping open filling up on the beautiful vision of you caught up in this fire with me – your eyes cast up, your head thrown back and your lips alternately pressed together in a moan or agape in a gasp. Oh, even just the thought of the sound of you cumming makes me drip and ache.

I am so eager to please you. And to tease you… to take my time and discover like an explorer mapping out new terrain. To learn and memorize the landscape of response to be had in each dent, bump and curve. What is more, the palms of my hands refuse to quell their miewing to make contact with the soft and tender flesh of your phenominal ass, and in turn my fingers flex and press together telling me how impatient they are to plunge into the hot wetness between your legs – to curve and pull your sweetness out as your hips bear down and your body bucks and everything tightens, cries out and then sighs upon release.

this is what has me distracted this morning. This is what distracts me most mornings since we’ve met. And this is just a piece of what I’m eager to share with you in less than two weeks time.

I hope that you get good use out of these thoughts today. I am about to leave for work and won’t be able to touch myself again until late this evening… but I will be building up to it with these thoughts and others, all day long.

Needless to say – I am eager to see and smell and taste and touch you again

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When we were young and your mother moved in with my father, I loved you so badly. You were older and I looked up to you, I worshipped you. You were so strong and hard, and you protected me from everyone else. But you were always in charge of me. I didn’t want to be protected from you. Sometimes I caught a glimpse of your pubic hair when you would come out of the shower and I would go into my room and play with myself thinking of your dick under that soft fuzzy bush. Sometimes I would sneak across the hall at night and listen to you jerk off in the dark, and I would finger myself on the floor with my face to the crack under your door. It took me two years to train myself to think of you as a brother. Now we’re grown and I miss you.

I could never, ever send you this email.

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