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Welcome to my profile











I enjoy making new friends!



Looking for real-time encounters. We may chat online and see if we are interested in similar things, but eventually meeting should be something you would like to do.



If you have no plans on meeting, dont try to set up a date and time. I have had several people on here flake out on me. Dont waste my time or yours.



Feel free to chat with me, friend me, or admire me.



I would really enjoy meeting a Female to Male trans one day.



If you read my journal, your feedback is always welcome. The entries are based on real-life encounters.





I have met a few people in the medical play arena...



When necessary, all supplies are sterile and aseptic technique is used.



I can examine your entire person or have a focused exam in the area that is causing you problems. Catheter play, CBT, enema scenes and anal insertionsstretching are a specialty. Body modifications are on a case by case basis.



I am also into other scenes, if you are interested in me, lets talk and see where this can take us.



Id enjoy meeting someone who would like to be caned and ked.



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If you need help with waxing or shaving, I am available to assist you.



If you need pictures taken for your profile or just for personal use, Ill be happy to help.



I am always open to making new friends and meeting new people.



I can and will pierce various body parts... nipples. eyebrows, and more. Contact me for details.

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2/12/2018 2:54:55 AM
It's been a while since I have written in my journal.  It's not that events haven't occurred, it's just that I've been to busy to write.  Work, family, life... that takes a lot of time.

Margaret is a vivacious, outgoing brunette who I have had the pleasure of seeing in the same building where I work.   She takes very good care of herself; her hygiene, her hair, makeup, clothing, jewelry, cars. She has it all- even a husband. I just thought she was outgoing, I wasn't aware she had a ravenous sex drive.

One day, while traversing the hallways, I smile and say "hi" to her.  She stops, comes near me and asks which department I'm in.  I share with her a brief history of my employment and education and she is surprised as hell that we attended the same university. She's about four years younger than me, so there is not a chance we met at school, yet she persists her interrogation because she is certain that she knows me from somewhere. I tell her that I have got to get going, but would be happy to continue our conversation another day because I have to get to a meeting.  She scribbles her number onto a piece of paper and hands it to me and tells me to get in touch with her.  I thank her and tell her I will.

Margaret has huge breasts.  I mean HUGE.  Pornstar tits, but they are real, not implants.  While I am not a big breast man, I do enjoy titties. Her ass is smoking hot too, and that my friends, is what drew my attention to her.

A few weeks pass, and we continue to flirt in the hallway when we see each other. Finally, one day I decide to text her.  A generic "Hi, what's up? Jake" is my text.  Moments later my phone starts to blow up. 

"OMG!" "Thought you'd never reach out" "What's up?"  "Are you at work?" It continued for a couple minutes.  I replied with, "yes."  This confused her more since a few seconds later my phone went off.  Hello? This is Margaret, the excited voice declared. 

We talked on the phone for at least an hour. She shared her life story as did I.  We had many common acquaintances, liked similar music, food, drinks, boring introductory stuff that is important. We exchanged Snapchat screen names, became Facebook friends, all that stuff.  

12/12/2016 3:27:44 AM
Tara was a sweet, big boned woman.  She was 32 when I met her.  A sexually repressed Catholic girl who attended an all girls high school in Milwaukee. She shared that she was bipolar and who doesn't love the sex drive of bipolar women? She had a couple dogs and lived in a small home in the center of the city.

We met through an online board, she was seeking sex as was I. It's pretty vanilla, so if that bores you, you should stop now.

Tara loved to bone. She had very large breasts and meticulous grooming for a bigger woman.  She worked out of her home and was very close to her family. We would text like kids, random shit at weird hours, sometimes about nothing, but Tara had one thing she liked to do, send naked pics of herself. 

It seems that I like to get to know people, and I will ask questions.  Not all the time, but over a period of a few months, I learned more about her than one should probably know for a FWB.  Tara shared her life stories freely.  She graduated from an all girls high school, went to a very prestigious university and had a degree in chemical engineering. A bright, talented girl.

He sex life was in its infancy.  She had only recently lost her virginity to some other man and was excited to explore more.

Initially, we met on an online board.  We met at a hotel near the airport and had a few cocktails in the bar.  It had been a long day for me, and I was pretty tired.  It was 2030 hours and we sat together at a high top circular table in the hotel bar.  Service was atrocious.  We had to walk to the bar to get our drinks.  Not a big deal, but it was a pretty nice place, one would think the service would be better. By 2200 hours, Tara decided that it was ok for us to go to her room.  She had already booked a room, that horny woman knew she wanted  some cock that night, I was just lucky to be the one who replied to her ad.

We rode in silence in the elevator to get to the room. There were awkward smiles and fidgeting on her part, I was just looking forward to tapping this one. As the elevator doors opened, another couple charged in the cabin.  It was startling. We excused ourselves and made our way down the long hallway to her room. We entered, the lights were on and the television set to HBO. It was a pleasant environment, one that would suffice for the carnal lust of two humans.

To ease her nerves, I stood behind her, slowly rubbing her shoulders, moving her dark brunette hair away exposing her pale, white neck.  I could feel the tension in her and rubbed deep and hard to release the knots in here Lats and Traps.  She began to melt under my touch.  Her breathing became more rhythmical, her shoulders relaxed and she began to allow me to manipulate her for maximum access  to her muscles.  I asked her to remove her blouse, which she  did without hesitation.  I suggested she sit down so I could get a better angle on her.  She sat in the desk chair. Her large breasts, contained in her pretty lace  Pink bra were full and heavy. I continued the shoulder and neck massage for another 20 minutes.  Tara was putty in my hands and so very relaxed.

I slowly wheeled the office chair to the bedside, turned down the sheets, and asked her to lie down, face  up on the bed.  As she stood I unfastened her bra, and removed it freeing her from the restraint of modern society.  I massaged her breasts and her nipples perked up.  I spent a lot of time circling and sucking on those big orbs. I asked if it would be ok to remove her pants, she replied. "Do whatever you like with me tonight." I unbuttoned her pants, lowered the zipper and slipped the waistband from her hips. I tugged on the pant legs to remove her pants in a dignified manner, and when I looked at her panties, they were showing obvious signs of her excitement.  I tossed her pants on the floor and crawled up between her legs, separating them as I moved up to allow my face to be near her moist pussy.  I inhaled the sweet aroma of that woman.  I moved her panty to the side and began to slowly lick her labia. She was ever so wet and warm with a mild taste. I continued to kiss and lick her most precious and tender area. Clear, thick fluid was building in her twat, and I easily slid in two fingers.  She gasped, tightened up for a moment, and then sighed and relaxed as my fingers and tongue began to heighten her sexual pleasure.  She was tight for a woman her age.  It was obvious she wasn't kidding when she said she had not been with many men.



3/19/2016 5:34:57 AM
It was early in the day when I received a text from a friend.  Confused, I replied and he asked that I call him.  I found it odd, he knew I was working, but figured something serious was up.

I called Derek.  Hey- what are you doing, he inquired.  Working, like normal people are on a Tuesday morning.  Can you leave work?  Maybe- what's up?

I found a girl on CL, she needs two guys to fuck her and take pictures.  Are you high? NO!  This is real.  How do you know?  See, in the past, he had replied to these ad, but they were fake.  I talked to her on the phone, he said.  That was all I needed to know.

I went to the office and said I had to leave due to personal reasons.  There were no questions, so I left work to pick up Derek.

I arrived at his home, and he was outside waiting.  He was still living with his parents at the time. Derek is about ten years younger than me with a football player's build. An athletic guy with a girlfriend, but he liked to play on the side.  I do not judge people, let's just have fun as long as everyone consents and is on board.

The drive would take about an hour, GPS was relatively new and affordable, so I plugged it into my Garmin, and off we went.  It was a lovely drive on a beautiful late Spring day out to the country. Windows down, warm sun shining upon us, this day was too nice to be working!  I was so happy to be out of the office. I was in a hurry, so I tested the limits of the car.  In certain stretches of the road when it was clear and flat, hitting 100 mph added to the excitement of the trip there.

We exited the freeway, and there was a Walmart.  I stopped to get condoms, and then we continued to the address. 

It was a white, two story home in need of repair.  There was not concrete or asphalt on the driveway and it was muddy with puddles.  I looked at him and asked, "This is the address?" He checked his piece of paper that he jotted down notes from the conversation. Yep! this is it, walk around to the back.  To be honest, I was a bit nervous, I was also excited by the possibilities.

We knocked and a very attractive, bleach blonde woman who is noticeably pregnant answered the door.  I believe my face turned white. I looked at Derek, he smiled.  Did I forget to tell you she is pregnant?

We entered, the house was relatively clean. She had other children who were at day care.  Her husband would be home in about three hours, and she had to get the kids later.

I had to ask... What the hell is this all about?  It turns out, this woman, Julie, is pregnant from her boyfriend and her husband doesn't know. Her boyfriend is going to tell the husband if she doesn't do this.  I was like, Is this a fucking soap opera?  I will not have my face in any of these pictures.  Not a problem... she had a digital camera so we could review the pictures and delete the ones that show our faces.

I have always found pregnant women attractive, and this slut was no different.  She was about 5'7" LARGE full breasts, she probably tipped the scales at 140 knocked up.  Her ass was plump and high and her pussy was soft and smooth.  She had all of her teeth and looked like a Soccer Mom.  I couldn't believe that we were here.  Derek and I undressed and Julie began sucking Derek's cock.  He was a little smaller and thinner than I, Julie had no problems swallowing his cock deep throating him. I began to take pictures of Derek's cock in her mouth. It was like a porn set, I guess.  He took his cock and rested it on her face. Shoved it all the way down her throat and her tongue was licking his balls.  I wanted some... I rolled on a condom and walked behind her.  Her ass was in the air, her nicely manicured twat was right in front of me.  I could see her level of excitement was high and I was rock hard and ready to get a piece of this whore.

I don't usually eat women I don't know, but for some reason, this one seemed safe.  I knelt before her, her ass in the air as she continued to suck Derek's cock.  She was very clean, her asshole pink with a few fine hairs. Her skin was milky white and very soft.  It would appear she had just bathed.  I brought my face closer to her hairless pussy, her scent enticed me to want to taste her.  Slowly, I began licking her outer labia.  She let out an audible moan as I continued to tease her with my tongue, gently nibbling her large, swollen lips. I began to tug gently with her labia in my mouth, she reached back with her hand and pushed my head closer to her dripping wet pussy.  The clear nectar that flowed from her was thick and had a mild flavor.  I buried my face in her, thrusting my tongue into her. She leaned back, gyrating her hips, grinding her meaty lips on my face.  I licked her from her pussy to her tight pink asshole.  She wanted nothing to do with my mouth on her sphincter. I returned to her punnani, this time focusing on her swollen clit.  It was engorged and begging for attention. I lay under her and begin to nibble her clitty.  She shot up, straddling me. She looked down at me, looked behind her, saw my wrapped cock, and sat on my bone.  Her moans had to have been audible from outside as she rode me like a horse.  Bouncing against my pelvis.  She began to squirt. Her juices covered my crotch in a sea of her fluids. Her movements became intentional; each move she made caused her body to twitch, I was deep inside her and she was grinding on my pelvic bone.  I could feel her twat tighten on my cock.  Her breathing increased, her neck and face flushed red, she was gasping, panting, and then she came violently. Her body shook, her fingernails dug into my chest, she began to drag them across my skin as my cum gun began to shoot my hot load. We were cumming together.  Derek, doing his duty was photographing this whore as she was defiling herself with two strangers. I had shot my load and was still gently grinding on me. I was massaging her swollen nipples, she leaned forward  for me to lick and suck them.  She cradled my head as I nurse at her bosom.  It was erotic and comforting at the same time. Derek, being impatient was already waiting behind Julie.  I was still hard, so I slipped off my used condom, donned a fresh one and rammed my cock back into the fuck-hole I had just nailed.  Derek lubed up his wrapped pecker and jammed his pole into her from behind.  This suburban mom was a nymphomaniac.  She couldn't get enough cock in her. As Derek's cock filled her, she inched forward to accommodate being double dicked. Both of our cocks were accommodated by this tramp who seemed to love cock more than anything.  Her hyper-sexual desires made me envious of her boyfriend, but I knew when we cast this cumdump aside, we would find another to replace her. I remained fairly motionless as Derek rammed his cock in her stuffed DNA dumpster. Julie was already primed and was breathing heavily, she broke out in a sweat as I was still nibbling at her nipples. I slid my hand under her and located her engorged clit. I placed my middle finger on it and let it rest there.  She became more aroused. She screamed out, "FUCK ME!" and Derek increased his pace.  Fucking her with such intensity and force she was bouncing.  My cock was shifting and I could feel the condom slide off of my cock. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Ruin this for everyone?  I lay still as Derek nailed the whore, but the feeling of her hot twat, the pressure of his cock pushing mine against her pussy, and her spasaming cock locker was too much, I could feel myself beginning to reach orgasm.  I though of ugly women, hairy balls, nuns from high school... nothing could get my mind off of what was about to happen.  I could hear and feel that Derek was about to nut, so I let it happen.  Derek came, and I could feel his cock throbbing in her pussy which was contracting on his love rocket. I began to cum and let out a loud moan. Julie was pushing hard on my finger that was on her clit and let out a wail as she collapsed on top of me. Derek withdrew his manhood from her well used gash, and there I was... bare inside her... I rolled over and she rested on the mattress. I was out of her, white mucus surrounded my coronal ridge. It was awkward.  I said, "Wow!  that was something!"  Quite possibly the understatement of the week. I acted surprised and exclaimed, "Fuck! The condom slid off!" Julie was in afterglow, she didn't seem to care.  She said, "That happens sometimes." very nonchalantly. I asked her if she wanted me to remove it from her.  She said that would be nice.  I reached in and found it up near her cervix, pinched it between two fingers and pulled it out.  I showed her it was out, but she didn't seem to care.



Derek and I got dressed as Julie lie naked.  We thanked her and she seemed to be falling asleep.  I grabbed a blanket from the floor and covered her.  We said good-bye but she didn't respond.  Her breathing was deep and heavy.

2/6/2016 3:38:09 AM
A lovely couple...

It was late December, night arrived early in the snow covered town. A quaint burb with decorations vibrantly illuminting the freshly fallen snow.  Joy and Peace were  themes littering the neighborhood with multi-colored lights flashing and the smell of burning pine and oak filling the air.

My GPS told me that I had arrived at my destination, a small white siding clad cape cod home. Devoid of the festive lights and joyous messages, I assumed this, of course, must be the place.

I walked up the perfectly shoveled walk to the front door. I pressed the button, but didn't hear a bell.  I waited a few moments, still nothing.  I knocked. Several moments went by... I thought, did they stand me up?  Are they backing out? The door opened.  A friendly woman in her 30's about 5'8" 145 lbs., with a pretty face answered the door.  She was wearing sweats and house slippers.  "Welcome!", she said as I introduced myself.  The husband had been sitting on the sofa the entire time, legs crossed at the knee. Katie, the woman in sweats, told me that they had arranged for the kids to have a sleep over at grandma's house so they could have me over.  I expressed how honored I was to have been chosen to enter their home.  I removed my shoes and coat at the foyer and walked to the living room.  Justin was watching Matlock on their 65" television.  It was much too large for the room.  Justin was a thin man also in his 30's with some ink on his arms. He didn't stand when I entered the room.  I wanted to kick him in the balls for his lack of respect.  I leaned down to shake his hand.  He had a fairly firm grip.  I was surprised.  I set my bag down next to the sofa.  They offered me a beer. I accepted.  Justin jumped up and ran to the kitchen, he returned with a bottle of Stella. It was still capped, so I opened it.

We chatted about their lives; Katie a hairdresser, Justin worked in a grocery store.  They have three children, two from Katie's first marriage, one from Justin's. A blended family. Pizza boxes were on the floor. I asked Justin to clean the mess, he looked at me, smiled and asked. "Are you serious?" I informed him that unless he'd like the pizza box shoved up his ass, that he should do it now. The mood in the room changed.  Katie moved closer to me and Justin, again, jumped from the sofa and promptly began to clean the mess. 

Katie suggested that Justin wear his maid outfit.  She was sitting very close to me and started to gently touch my hair.  I agreed with Katie.  Justin left the room and returned in a French Maid uniform.  It was ill fitting and looked ridiculous on him. He was obviously naked under the costume.  He came in, bent over in front of us, his small bare ass was practically in our faces.  He was smooth for a man.  His balls were large as they dangled in from of me.  I slapped them with my bare hand and he jumped and squealed. Katie giggled and her hands began exploring my body.  This woman was in need - desperately in need.

I turned towards her and she tilted her head.  I leaned in with my mouth open and we began kissing.  Justin wanted some, so he tried to enter our kiss. I forcefully pushed him aside.  He fell to the floor.  Katie's hands began stroking my chest, unbuttoning my shirt.  I had been there less than 15 minutes and this woman was already losing herself.  I slowed things down a bit. 


Katie asked if she had done something wrong, No, I told her. We just need to slow this down a bit if we are going to get things done the way we discussed.  I ordered Justin to finish cleaning up the mess which he promptly did. I went to my bag and began assembling my supplies. Katie looked at me and watched every movement I made. I asked to see their bed room. It was down the hall. Small, about 10 x 12  but a nice comfortable bed. I laid out a waterproof sheet on the top sheet. I ordered Justin to the bed. Katie, following me like a puppy, went with me to the kitchen as I prepared the enema solution for her bitch husband.  I asked if he had ever hurt her, she said once he had hit her. I do not like men that hurt women. Any thing else?  She said he would neglect her sexual needs. I added four ounces of Peppermint Castile soap to the bag with an equal amount of glycerin. I filled the bag with about three quarts of warm water.  Katie had never seen a bag so large.  We returned to the bed where Justin was masturbating. I promptly took the riding crop and spanked his ass with 10 solid strikes. Small red welt marks began to form on his smooth white ass. I ordered him to the doggy position, his cock was still erect.  With out lube, I inserted the enema tip into his receptive hole. I released the flow and hung the bag on a near by ledge. I asked Katie to disrobe in front of Justin.  She did, slowly and provocatively.  Her body was beautiful for having pushed out two kids. her breasts were full and sagging slightly, she had a little extra around the waist and her ass was plump.  She had meticulous grooming habits.  I was aroused to say the least. During this time, about two-thirds of the fluid had entered Justin's colon and he was in distress;wailing and moaning, I stopped the flow. Shut the Fuck up! I said.  He wimpered about how much it hurt.   I asked how much it hurt when he hit Katie.  Silence filled the room. I again resumed full flow. His belly was distened as though he was pregnant.  When the bag emptied, I lubed up a plug for his ass. Still in doggy position, I removed the enema pipe. A small amount of clear liquid dribbled out of his puckered hole. I positioned the generously lubed plug over his asshole and told him to take a deep breath.  Before he had finished his breath, the plug was in. I told him he could lay on his back. I removed my clothes. I told Katie to begin masturbating Justin.  She did as I ordered.  When he achieved an erection, I told her to stop. I then asked if she would like to suck on my cock. She jumped towards me. I was kneeling on one side of Justin, Katie on the other. She was sucking my cock just inches from her husband's face. He reached up and began to play with my balls. I placed my hand on his abdomen and rubbed firmly.  He immediately felt pain and grabbed himself.  Katie may have been a professional cock sucker. Her mastery of tongue, throat and spit was phenomenal. This girl knew her way around a cock.  He ball game was just as good. For a good ten minutes she was working her way down my cock when she finally had me all the way in.  It was wonderful to find a woman who knows the art of deep throating.  She then began to play with my balls.  Justin was moaning more. I told him to shut up.  He pleaded and begged to use the bathroom.  I told him that was not an option at this time.  He should relax and enjoy watching his wife swallow my cock.

Katie's nipples were firm and pert. I played with and twisted them.  The harder I pinched, the more intent she was blowing me. It was obvious this girl was in serious need of attention. I stopped Katie's ravenous feast on my cock. She implored for more, I told her there would be more time for that. I asked her to lie beside her husband on her back. Slowly she obeyed.  I got on top of her and began to kiss her deeply, her tongue was exploring mine. We only kissed for a short time before I moved down to her nipples. Licking them slowly I observed her dark pink nipples stand up for more attention. I would nibble gently and then a bit more force. My face enjoyed she soft, supple pillow that were her boobs.

Justin was squirming and writhing in discomfort.  It must stop I shouted at him. I walked him to the bathroom, withdrew the plug quickly, and he leapt for the toilet.  I walked out, turned off the light and closed the door.  It amazes me still, how loud bathrooms are.  Katie was playing with herself on the bed.  She smiled at me as I entered.  We lie together talking about her life and how exciting this scene was for her.  I somewhat pitied her.  I went down on her perfectly manicured pussy.  The skin was very soft and smooth, no stubble, she prepared well for this encounter. I worked my way around her labia, licking, sucking, gently tugging with my teeth. Her breathing was deep and rhythmical. Her natural scent was intoxicating and caused me to desire her more.  I parted her lips with my tongue, entering her pussy, she let out a faintly audible gasp as I entered her. I slid my arms under her thighs and pulled her in more closely.  Her hips gyrated against my face as I buried myself deeper in her space. My face was covered in pussy juice.  This woman was very aroused and very moist.  She asked that I fuck her. I inquired if Justin would care? She said, you may fuck him too.

The noise in the bathroom had subsided. I wanted Justin there to witness my cock entering his wife's vagina. I told Katie that we needed Justin to see this. She smiled from ear to ear. She was excited.  Justin was sitting on the toilet as we entered and turned on the light. The smell wasn't terrible, but he was complaining of cramping. I looked in the toilet, it was full of brown liquid, some lumps were floating, the toilet was quite full. Justin was still complaining that it hurt. I flushed the toilet and asked if he'd like to lie down. He said that would be nice.

With Katie on one arm ana I on the other we walked Justin to the bedroom.  We removed his maid outfit. His hairless  body was muscular and had very little fat.  We turned him on his right side, Katie crawled into bed next to him. I covered him with a blanket that I picked up from the floor. He appeared comfortable. 

Katie, still naked and laying uncovered on the bed was rubbing his face.  This boy was weak. Yes, it was a potent enema, but nothing he couldn't have handled with ease.  He was the whining bitch that she had described in emails.  I got into bed behind Katie. I put my arms around her and began kissing her neck and caressing her breasts. My cock grew quickly and I slid it between her ass cheeks, like a hotdog in a bun. My hands began working their way down her torso, tickling  her as I moved.  She jumped, giggled and turned towards me. She reached down with her hand and began stroking my cock. Her light touch was driving me crazy.  I told her that I needed to get a condom.  She said that wasn't necessary. I thought about it, and said, it would be best if I covered.  She protested.  Never had I encountered this.  She told me that she wanted Justin to clean her pussy after I ejaculated inside of her. Justin perked up when he heard this.  Katie was on her back now, knees drawn back, her hand gently teasing her clitoris. Please? she implored. I agreed. I mounted this lonely married woman with her husband less than a foot away. As I positioned myself, Katie's hand moved from her clit to my raging hard cock.  She guided me in easily. She was very juicy, my cock slid in balls deep first push. Katie yelped, and her hands grasped my ass as she tried to drive me deeper into her hot twat.

I began to rhythmically thrust my penis in and out of her. Her level of arousal increased, copious amounts of her coated my cock and balls. Soon the sound and smell of sex began to fill the room.  Justin was now sitting up in bed. He was kissing his wife while I was pounding her as hard as I could. Katie began to breathe more deeply, her body flushed, her first orgasm was quickly approaching.  She took her hand and touched herself, immediately she let out a moan like I had never heard before. She twitched and her legs began to quiver, I continued fucking her hard and fast until she put her hand on my chest.  Breathless, she said, slower, I complied.

Slowly moving my self in and out of her, she and Justin were passionately kissing. I all but stopped to enjoy the moment and give them time to appreciate each other. I withdrew and moved to the side. Justin tried to mount his bride. Katie rebuffed him. It's not your turn baby, she said to him.  Jake needs to finish inside of me. I was surprised by her bold statement to Justin, but I figured after seeing him humiliated  in front of her, she had more confidence.  She asked me to fuck her some more.  I suggested that we do it doggy style with Justin under her. They both agreed.

I asked Katie to get into doggy style, I ordered Justin under her, I positioned myself behind Katie, with my balls dangling above Justin's face. I began to roughly and aggressively fuck this deprived whore, she loved her husband like a sister she never had. She had never been with a guy who took control in the bedroom. Slapping her ass as I drove my cock deep in her, she screamed, "Fuck me harder!" I complied I increased my rhythm, her  juice and the early cum was dripping off my balls. Justin had begun licking my balls earlier, but he couldn't get a good position and they were bouncing every which way. I felt my cock begin to swell, it was time, I slowed a bit and told Katie I was about to fill her with my hot cream.  Please! she begged, I pulled out and slowly inserted my cock about half way into her well used pussy. Between the gentle thrusting of Katie's hips and my stroking my cock, Justin cleaning my balls, I came hard. As I was finishing, I pulled out so her pussy had some cum on it. I told them I was finished.

Katie turned, and sat on Justin's face as he obediently cleaned my cum from her. He was very good at it and Katie pushed, I think, every drop out of her.  We all lay together in the bed while Justin began kissing her feet, Katie and I laid there, silently looking into each other's eyes. I kissed her. I held her. We fell asleep.  I woke up about an hour or so later. Justin was wearing a nightgown, his wife naked as a jaybird like me. I quietly dressed and walked away. As I closed the door I thought, what a loving couple.  So much in love that they are strong enough to share one another for needs.

Merry Christmas, Katie and Justin.

1/24/2016 4:20:48 AM
Sometimes it's amazing who stumbles into your life.

I was talking to a sub girl who was interested in some role playing of Catholic discipline.  She wanted to be a naughty schoolgirl who needed enhanced discipline.  Of course there would be spankings, but this naughty girl needed enemas to change her attitude. I was willing to engage her fantasy.

We met in person to discuss her desires.  A very pretty, bi-sexual lass, with beautiful brown hair with henna highlights; fair, milk colored skin, and the most beautiful green eyes I have seen.  We talked over cocktails and appetizers. We were at a chain restaurant, and she so calmly spoke of her sexual history, exploits, and desires not more than 12 feet from a family seated near us. This girl was not shy. While her initial appearance is pure, her inner person was more of a harlot. I became aroused at the table from her skillfully crafted delineation of her past.  She was intelligent as well as a slut. It's like I hit the jackpot with this one.  Honestly, I like most people, but intellectual whores are by far my favorites.

I also shared stories from my past.  We talked about the people in the restaurant, made up stories of what they do behind closed doors, laughed about recent political characters who are larger than life. It was like we had know each other for years. The hours flew by, our waiter stopped coming around, and we realized it was time to leave.  She told me she would like me to walk her to her car.  I agreed, but asked if she would mind if I stopped in the restroom before we walked out.  She mentioned that she too needed to use the facilities.  I told her that when she is in there, to remover her panties and hand them to me before we left the restaurant.  Her eyes widened, as an angelic smile filled her face which was slightly flushed as she began to blush.  "I am not sure my girlfriend would approve." she said. Your girlfriend doesn't need to know, I replied.  She dashed to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I was waiting for her outside the hallway to the restrooms.  It was taking her a very long time.  I thought to myself, has she left?  I waited a little while longer.  Finally she walked out of the restroom. Wow! I said, I know that women take a long time, but that seemed like an eternity.  Stop, she said,  I had to wait until there was no one in the bathroom before I could do what you ordered.  I was overcome by a pleasantly warm feeling as I envisoned her standing naked before me. We joined hands and walked out of the restaurant.

In her hand were her panties that she now was handing to me.  They were wet.  I asked if she had a bladder control problem.  She let out a loud, snorting laugh.  No silly, she said to me, I was so wet from talking, that's what happened.  I was thrilled to hear that this girl was so sexual.  Her tiny undies in my hand now, I let go of her hand.  I stopped, raised my clenched fist to my face and put my nose up against my fist.  I slowly opened my hand and inhaled the scent of her.  Glorious!  I placed her panties in my pocket and we finished our trek to the cars.  We went to her car first, a black Nissan Altima. I opened the door for her and we began to kiss passionately. I felt like I was in High School again, making out in the street in front of a car. I suggested we sit in her car.

I immediately felt my heart race. I closed her door and walked around  and entered the passenger side door. I quickly closed the door behind me. I sat looking forward, assessing the landscape. After a few moments, I turned and looked at her. She was giddy.  I have wanted to do this for so long, she said.  I have been reading the profiles, looking at pictures, talking online, but never has anyone wanted to meet in person. I couldn't believe that such a pretty girl would have a difficult time meeting someone.  She continued to say how some of the people online seemed so sketchy and single minded.  She appreciated the witty conversations and relaxed tone of our online encounters.

Her breasts were about a 36 B, nothing huge, but high and firm on her chest.  She was 5'6" tall and weighed in at about 150.  Not huge. And her panties, still in my pocket were a pink string thong.  I leaned in to kiss her again and her voracious lust was apparent. Our teeth bumped in the dark as she thrust her tongue into my mouth.  I was surprised with her fervor in which she assaulted my mouth. For about 20 minutes this continued. She stopped, began grabbing at my waist, when she found my belt she tugged at it.  I put my hand on her hand, she stopped.  Looking up at me with the most pleading eyes, she said, please?  I inquired as to what she wanted.  She told me that she wanted to suck my cock. She said living with a girl was nice, and she had toys, but she wanted a real cock in her mouth. I couldn't deny this poor girl what she desired, so I helped her free my hard cock from my pants.  She took a moment to look at it, then she slowly licked it from my balls to the tip. I was oozing clear precum which she promptly devoured.  She ran her tongue around the coronal ridge and began bobbing up and down on my cock. Her had grasped my shaft tightly, I could feel the blood surge to the tip of my cock. Veins were bulging as she began to stroke me.  Long rhythmical strokes accompanied her slurping as she expertly moved my cock to the back of her throat.  She gagged and coughed a bit.  More saliva went running down my cock. She didn't stop.  Her pace increased as continued like a pro. Her appetite for cock was insatiable. I took my hands, rubbing her hair, encouraging her to go deeper on my cock. She tried many times. Eventually my fingers went to her moist pussy. She was wet beyond what I had seen in a long time. My fingers slid in easily.  She stopped. She looked up at me and said, don't distract me from what I am doing.  I don't want to cum, I want this to be all about you.  What's a guy to do? I removed my hand, she resumed where she had left off, and I began to appreciate the perfume of her snatch.  I tasted her, or what was left of her on my fingers. Between the smell and the taste, I wasn't going to hold it much longer.  If she wanted what I had inside, I should oblige.  I warned her that I was close.  She didn't stop but mumbled something like ok.  Her pace  quickened.  I again warned her that I was about to cum.  She rammed my cock deeper in her throat.  This was it... I touched her forehead, she came up to the head of my cock, her eyes looking up at me. It was as though my cock was a straw and she wanted every drop of what was inside of me.  I released a big stream of semen into her mouth. She continued to hold her mouth over my head and she stroked my cock. Three, four, five shots of cum shot in her mouth. I could feel her swallow as two more waves of cum shot from me. I was squirming in the seat as she tried to eek out more from me.  I began to laugh. She came up with her face near mine, still gently stroking my cock, I could smell myself on her breath, she leaned in to kiss me, I opened my mouth, we kissed.

When I looked at her face, her eye makeup was running, her lipstick was gone.  The girl looked rough.  I appreciated her enthusiasm.  We straightened ourselves up, listened to the radio for a while; talked about how beautiful the stars were that night.  She asked for my phone.  I handed it to her, and she called herself.  You have my number, use it she said.


I told her that  I would consider her for more training. She chuckled. I hope  I am worthy of you she said.



10/18/2015 3:52:06 AM
I entered a surprisingly nice hotel on the north side of town and sought out the room where the subject was waiting.

I knocked and slowly the door opened but I could not see the person. 

The room was darkened; the television had some sort of news program playing and there were breakfast dishes sitting on the bureau.

A middle aged obese man wearing control top panties greeted me. He was timid and polite. From first sight I knew that this encounter would go well for him.

We exchanged some pleasantries as I assembled my instruments in an orderly fashion so he could observe all the possible toys that could be violating his person.

I asked him to remove what little clothing he had on and lay on the bed. I informed him that he was about to take a large volume enema.  I queried him as to his history of enemas and he recalls none from childhood, though he does take them occasionally at home.  I reminded him that this will be nothing like his home enema.  I instructed him to assume the Sims position.  He promptly complied.

I went into the bathroom to fill the enema bag.  I attached an ez-em retention nozzle and filled the bag with approximately 3 liters of warm tap water to which I added roughly 4 ounces of glycerin.

I returned to the bed as the patient lay motionless.  I lubricated the rectum and my finger to perform a digital rectal exam.  I gently played with his puckered hole until he relaxed.  I slid in my index finger easily and could feel his prostate.  It is larger and firmer than average.  I informed him of my finding.  I then inserted the nozzle, inflated the balloon, and released the flow into his rectum.  We chatted about unrelated things such as his sex life, family history, other boring topics.  Believe me, this man was vanilla and boring.

I observed his small, flaccid penis and saw it was excreting copious amounts of pre-cum.  I wiped it off for him and fed it to him.  He loved it!.

His voice began to crack as we had now about 2 liters  on board.  I stopped the flow and informed him that release at this time was not an option.  He could breathe deeply to work through the pain and cramps, but I am in control of when he releases the fluid.  He assured me that he would try to be good and obedient.  I replied letting him know there is no way he is going to shit unless I say so.  He promptly changed his attitude and I increased the flow.

His breathing was deep and rhythmic.  He was learning to accommodate the increased pressure in his abdomen.  Another half-liter coursed through his colon and he began to writhe.  I told him we were almost done, that he should begin his deep breathing again.  I slowed the flow, but did not shut it off.

His moaning increased as the last of the fluid entered his bowels.  Foolishly, he believed he could use the toilet. I reminded him of his position and he looked at me like he had just seen a ghost.  30 minutes I told him.  His reluctance to submit caused him to retain the enema much longer than I had originally planned.  He was ordered to lie on his back.  I placed the clock radio from the night stand  so he could see the time. I began to massage his full, swollen abdomen. I applied intense pressure on the transverse colon and he yelped.

His penis had shrunk in size, so I took the scarves that he brought and tied the brightly colored textiles around his penis and scrotum. The pathetic bitch told me his sob story about how he has been unable to achieve and erection in the recent past.  I tied the scarves as tightly as possible about his worthless manhood.  He winced in pain, but appreciated such festive decorations on his worthless junk. 

He was beginning to sweat, the pain was getting to him. He shared that there were waves of cramps coursing through his belly, he said he had never experienced anything like this and he thanked me many, many times for punishing him for his past transgressions.

I began to tire of his meaningless rants, so I balled up several of the remaining scarves on the night table, shoved them into his pie hole, and tied one around his face to shut this crying slut up. Silence!  It was glorious.

I turned my attention to the television and turned on HBO. Thank goodness for free premium channels in this man's room.  I watched a movie while occasionally checking on my sub.  He was squirming and whimpering, but generally speaking, he was fine.

I lost track of time and in what seemed like five minutes, the sub really began to try to protest.  Without looking at him, I told him to be still and act like a man.  He complied for a short time and then began acting up again. This went on a few times, but eventually I did turn to look at him. He had a terrified look in his eyes.  I was concerned he was in distress.  I promptly assessed his vital signs, and while his pulse and respirations were slightly elevated, he was not in emergent distress.  While auscultating his heart, I noticed the clock.  45 minutes had elapsed, he was trying to tell me it was time for him to go.

I acknowledged the time. I checked the bulb to make sure it was still inflated and  without removing the enema tip from his ass, I helped the fat man up.  I asked him to walk to the bathroom as he dragged the empty enema bag behind him.  He was slightly hunched over and moved slowly to the bathroom.  He positioned himself in front of the toilet and I released the air from the enema tip, slid the tube out and he sat on the toilet.

For about 30 milliseconds longer he held the enema and then SPLOOSH! Fluids came shooting out of this whore.  I am sure he'd never experienced anything like it.  Loud gaseous farts started filling the room, he was crying.  I told him to flush frequently to try to reduce the smell that was permeating the room.

At this point, I was thirsty, so I told the sub that I was going to go get a drink. I left the bathroom door open and propped the room door open to the hallway.  I left the room with him continuing to shit his brains out, the doors as open as they could be, I could hear the noise two rooms down.

Free breakfast was still being served, so I decided to help myself.  A few sausage patties, a cheese omelet, fresh coffee and ice water.  How nice of him to provide breakfast.  I ate in the lobby and watched as people walked past his room, looking inquisitively as they passed. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of one woman who called a friend over to share her find.

I returned to the room to find him still sitting on the toilet, the intensity of the flow had subsided. I told him to wipe, then use a soapy washcloth to clean his ass.  He stood up, and I instructed him to do 10 jumping jacks.  He tried... mostly jumping.  I squeezed his abdomen and he let out some more gas.  He immediately asked if he could use the bathroom again.  I said he must walk around the room three times and then try to touch his toes. What a sight that was.  He walked into the bathroom, I told him to position himself so his ass was towards the tub/shower, and to bend forward and touch his toes.

He couldn't touch his toes, but as he leaned forward, brown water came squirting out of him like he was a fountain.  I could see his embarrassment on his face.  I commended him on his inability to hold his fluid and the sad muscle tone he had in his sphincters.  I allowed him to finish expelling the enema while I watched more television.

He told me that he had no more left in him to expel.  He shared with me how light he felt and how exhilarating this enema had been for him.  He was grinning from ear to ear with his cleared colon.  I allowed him to enjoy he moment and then ordered him to the bed assuming the doggy position.

I lubricated his bright pink rosebud and rapidly inserted two gloved fingers, he let out a gasp and pushed backwards slightly.  I took that opportunity to shove my fingers more deeply into this pig's hole.  He was clean.  I inserted a lubricated Colin's speculum.  I slowly began to open it. The first few turns of the screw were met with little resistance,. As I continued to turn, I counted aloud, 5, he begged that I stop. 6, I could feel muscular resistance

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simplyrachel
 
 Age: 57
 Brisbane, Australia