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I have been bending the truth into a circle a lot lately. Rather than just watching TV; ive been trying to get people to work together during the pandemic. I'm a fence setter neutral kind of person. When i do weigh in its always secretly on the side of good.
Statues. If its dedicated to your family or loved ones i get it; orherwise its really just ideolology.
We have terror in middle east blowing up ancient structures. In America we have our own culture terrors. They want to spray paint the WWII & Lincoln memorial. They want to destroy CSA statues. Its very weird. You must realize; the people who emgage in such things view themselves internally as inferior. By destroying something thats important to a lot of people; it makes them feel important. Kind if like the people that break the gate on your fence; scratch your car; crush your mail box. They feel they are not capable of earning something good; so they want to lash out at someone else.
So i have been messing with people on these issues; did it in the past too. In order to understand what its all about.
Middle east: to historians like my self we really need to preserve ancient sites & relics. They link us to the past. They give us a glimpse into the past.
To the people destroying them its against their faith; a way to hurt people they hate; etc.
America reminds me of Great Britain. The Civil War factory owners were mostly English. They controlled politics; papers; militia; cops in the north. They funded Lincoln.
In the south mostly Keltic plantation owners contolled the cotton northern owners wanted. They controlled the politicians & etc in south. They should have just gave up slaves; let civil unrest break out in the south; & kept their land. Instead they decided to succeed; form their own nation; & lose. They lost all their land & possessions.
But who did most of the fighting & dying? A diverse group actually. Let's just say English; Nordic; & Irish immigrants for north. Kelts; Native Americans; & Jews for south.
In Great Britain it was a similar deal. The English conquered; occupied; & controlled the Welsh; Scots; Irish; Picts; & India Indians.
The Union is like the English. The south is like the Scots & Welsh. The Native Americans are like the Picts. The African Americans are like the Irish in North Ireland.
The Scots got to vote on leaving Great Britain. It would be too hard; so they stayed. But they will never forget being conquered. The English history books paint the English much better; & the Kelts worse; than the Kelts would like. In America the north won; so the history books are similar. Most white southerners feel like they were conquered & occupied; but it would be nearly impossible to seperate at this point.
The picts are like Native Americans. Not many of them left; not much land or power; so just stuck going along for the ride.
The African Americans are like the Irish people stuck in North Ireland. They are not happy; they don't want to be there; but where else would they go.
So the Union & CSA both sinned; so no point into getting into that. In Great Britain England is still the strongest; richest; & has the most power. The northeast & west coast is still the same in America. They basically have most of the wealth; power; & influence to this day.
In the past expanding Europeans were good at turning Native American tribes against each other. Since the Civil War ended the north has been good at that too. They bought Liberia; but convinced most bkacks to stay in the south; & grow them cheap cotton on the land once owned by plantation owners (reperations). Hey; they had the right to stay. But as a part black man who sees most blacks are still not happy to be here; you have to scratch your head. They could have had their own nation. Ran it their own way. Been trading partners with America & Europe; instead they stayed here. Obvi had they not me & my kids wouldnt be as fast at sprinting; but it makes you scratch your head.
Well; by first trying to put freed slaves in charge; they created great division. By convincing them to stay here; they created animosity. On the one side are Kelts who have been conquered again. On the other are blacks who endured slavery. The wealth is in the north. The new factories built are owned by the north. The south now can't sell to fireign nations; & are forced by one sided northern laws to accept whatever $ they are given for things.
They grow the cotton; tobacco; etc. And raise the cattle for the north. The north uses the same burn & scourge Roman tactics that finally crippled the south to conquer the Plains Indians. They open those seized lands to heavy settlement & use it to grow their crops. They really learned during the Civil War that they couldnt raise any cash crops; enough staple foods; or enough meat ti feed themselves. So they use the south for that. A divided south was good for them.
Think of Isreal. Britain needed Middle East oil. They placed the surviving Jews from WWII there. The Muslims switched from attacking Brits to Jews. The Brits created conflict between middle east Jews & Muslims; & got their oil affordable. The north did the ssme with southern whites & blacks. Let them work hard to grow crops & raise animals. Keep the wealth in the north east. Am i wrong? Look at wealth; standard of living; schools; average income; & education in the northeast & compare it to the south today. Am i wrong?
Look at the northeast. The blacks are mostly poor & in inner city slums. Yet blacks in the south mostly vote for the Democrats which helps the northeast stay richer & more powerful to this day. The southern whites vote mostly for Republicans over religious reasons & other rights.
You would assume the southern blacks & whites would unite; & fight together to get their equal share of the nations wealth. But they don't. They keep getting played against each other. Oh well.
Now for the statues. I do not care. Christians aren't suppossed to worship idols. But you will note the north & northern owned media keeps pushing to have southern statues destroyed. Think on this; Washington; Jefferson; & Grant all owned slaves. They only took Jefferson off $. I think they will push to remove Washington eventually. But Grant will never be removed.
Both sides in the Civil War were guilty of wrongs; most who died on both sides had no slaves. Yet they are only going after CSA statues; not Union ones. I know people believe the north started the war over slavery; but let's look at in context. Let's say the English were pushing to destroy all statues dedicated to Scots; but not the English ones. Well; they are taking down the CSA ones; but not the Union ones. So many descendents of southern kelts are mad about it; feel they are still getting ran over.
As for me. I'm descended from Scot & English; slave & CSA non slave owning soldier; & Union doctor. I don't care.
Just put the southern statues in museums & on Civil War battle fields. You were conquered; move on. Its rocks & metal. Let it go. Then the rock heads can start fighting to get slave owner Washingtons stuff removed. Does it honestly change your life? Then why do you care. There was so many angry socislists arguing with angry people who loved a statue; that a college girl got ran over. Was her life worth keeping a statue? No.
Yes; the north should set the example. Put their Union statues in museums; then challenge the south to do the same. But we know they will not. Remember when Brits got mad over the movie "Patriot" w/Mel Gibson? I assure you; if the English could somehow destroy anything dedicated to the Irish in North Ireland they would; to mentally strenghten their hold over the region. But they also would not agree to destroy an equal number of English statues in North Ireland or England. Its a power thing.
The northeast is saying southern blacks; we used our power to help get southern white statues dedicated to their dead soldiers removed; now vote how we tell you please.
My view: just move on if your a southern white & care about those statues. I'm trying to remember taking my kids to see a statue. I did take them to pose with cute little kid statues; in front of Christian crosses; & thats about it. So that means it doesn't matter to me. I drove by a statue dedicated to someone my kids are descended from. Maybe i should have stopped; but i didnt care enough to.
#pandemic #caronavirus #riots #protests #statues #lee #grant
Even my own family is torn. When the pandemic started i started too. My IQ is higher than most. I'm also neutral on many things.
So i contacted politicians; news; etc. on many levels. I tried to offer thanks; encouragement; & advice. I tried to get them to all work together for our common good. I think a few listened. I also ticked off at least one reporter.
Theres a democrat who is running. I want him to win. So i tried to play mind games. Tried to get him to see why a majority will probably vote against him. He's the best choice. So if he had listened; compromised; spoke a lot on key issues to the majority & showed his support; while not talking much about where they disagree; i think he could have won. But he didnt listen to me. Probably thinks I'm a typical goof. So he will probably lose.
Now for my family. The riots. Did you watch the man choked to death? Hear him begging? Sure; he resisted some. They may have suspected drugs. Its a dangerous job. But they got him down & arrested. They had multi cops present. They could have easily helped him up; put him in the cop car. Sure; maybe they were waiting for an ambulance. But you can't keep a knee on a kneck that long. Sure: the crowd may have annoyed & distracted the cop. I don't know everything yet. But i know enough that i want that cop charged & convicted of something. I feel we must change our laws. Force the other cops to interfere if one cop gets out of line like that & enough are present to alter things. We can't have a human choked to death for spending a fake $20.
Well; my family is very diverse. My step dad is ex-special forces. Volunteer everything. Fire/EMT/cop; so he sides with cops. A niece dates only blacks & has sweet black son. They are not agreeing on things.
I tried to play peace maker. I pointed out that we need the peaceful protests to bring awareness & change laws. This made him mad. Should only have protests in that city. I said no; need it in more to force change.
But; i said must enforce they quit early & go home; so you can then concentrate on the nasty types that show up to rob; hurt; & kill. For those types we need a heavy hand. If local politicians & cops can't contain it; then roll in the Guard. We can't have shop owners beaten; security guards killed; & small business people wiped out. We must seek change; but in a civil manner. Otherwise; we become divided.
I pointed out to my step-dad that a black security guard killed a nude unarmed white 130 lb teen on a college campus in a southern state (South Alabama). It was also caught on video; yet the guard was not found guilty of anything.
Well. He defended the security guard without even knowing the case. Said i don't know all the facts. I said i studied the case. The guard should have been found guilty of something. Maybe a small charge. But something. How can we trust people with guns when a tiny person in the nude unarmed is shot dead for being high & acting nuts? If he were armed or had tried to kill someone, or grabbed the guards gun, then I'd change my mind. But he didnt.
But neither person list
ened. Step dad just defended the guard; assuming he's innocent. My step dad is a good man. But he assumes all cops are good because he is.
Meanwhile; my niece thinks all white men are racists. All cops are racists. She complains she had problems with cops when alone. She looks white. How is that racism? She thinks my step-dad is racist. He let's them live in his house for free. I know for a fact he risked his life to save a black woman. He's been shot for this country. Ive seen him speak out against racism. He just loves his fellow emergency responders. But she still sees him as racist.
Funny thing; during Rodney King riots we lived in gang part of big inner city. While getting groceries a group of black males approached us. They apparently were too young to remember. I held her in my arm & her sisters hand as the males surrounded us. One had a gun in waistband. Theg called us racist names & threatened to kill us in broad daylight. Got intense. Yet here she is defending the rioters; saying it takes the riots to change things. Now she's peaceful; & would never do that; but she defends any black misbehavior if its against whites; & calls my step dad racist; even tnough he houses them.
So i tried to be peace maker; but that didnt work.
Then there's the monuments. I'm Christian. Statues mean nothing to me; they are idols. Well; she wants all the Confederate ones removed; they are racist. Ha ha. I ask her why. She sayes they were slave owners. I point out that most CSA soldiers never owned a slave. That the Constitution allowed the south to legally succeed. That the north invaded. That Union troops raped & killed innocent women & children in one branch of our family. Of course most men down here fought. I said ending slavery was the only good outcome. I said you complain how the south is more poor than the north east; well thats because of northern laws that kept the south poor for many yrs. We are just now overcoming it.
So we got in a weird argument. He & I agree; either leave all the statues; or take them all down; including the Union ones. She wants the Union ones left up. I pointed out that Grant still owned slaves at the end of the war; but Lee freed his before the war started. I pointed out Washington owned slaves. Now she wants Grants & Washingtons statues removed; but Lees can be left.
He got mad because he feels no statue should be removed dedicated to soldiers. He also feels the north was justified in invading the south; because America is stronger because we stayed united. I said no doubt. So is Great Britain. But I'm sure the Scots; Welsh; & Irish saw it different when they were being invaded; raped; & killed in ths past. Just like southerers did. But it was way in the past; so who cares now.
I said remove all Union & CSA statues. Put them on battlefields; in museums; or cemetaries. Take them off other places. Then no one from north or south is offended. Nope: he wants them all left where they are; but believes the north was 100% correct. She wants Lees left up; but all slave owners including Grant; George Washington; & Jefferson destroyed (not moved). Both got mad at me.
So i just went back to watching my comedy. Let them fuss about it. But i do comment to people. Try to get each side to compromise. If that seems hopeless; i sometimes just try to annoy them. If your being hateful & help cause division; then i feel you should be mocked & messed with a little. Nothing major; just give you a tiny dose of the crap you shovel out.
Back in school, my mom made me sandwiches which I could eat during break time. The problem was that they were so disgusting! I had to throw them away every time and buy me something to eat...
I haven't talk about it with my mom because I don't want her to be upset.
Hi confessing again. I (25F) am still head over heels for my cousin (24M) and I don’t give a single fuck about it. I don’t care at all. No number of persons living or dead can make me. I want him to sit on my face and I want him to fuck me while he chokes me out and then bring me back just to choke me out again. I want him to spit on me and call me a disgusting fucking redneck backwood slut and I want him to break my nose and give me a black eye while he pulls my hair and twists my nipples. I’m too disgusting and I don’t fucking care because I know that it’s just I, Me, and Myself so no one, not even God herself can judge me. He’s coming to visit me this summer so I hope we hang out and get fucked up on weed and drinks so he can take advantage of me.
I was about 15 in highschool, I was a young innocent rather dumb boy then.
I was chubby and curvy for a boy. Well I love to eat. Having a round soft, thick thighs, large fat rump and big man titties. I was a bit of a target. But there was this smaller skinnier boy who offered to protect me. And one day I'm sitting on the side of a rail and he comes up and puts his hands on my thighs leaning on them in my face.
I was a bit shocked and kinda mad but as he starts asking if someone messed with me and stuff like that. I felt a little comfort. It was weird.
My 19 yr old cousin is a prostitute and she has all kinds of nice things including the new Samsung Galaxy that just came out not to long ago but she has no remorse for being a prostitude. I'm envyous Bec I'm busting my ass working 10 or 11 hrs a day at 11.00 an hour a week to try and make what she does every three days. It makes me jealous just because of her cash flow. She has sex with guys who are rich and they spend 400-500 a visit and take her places. It's crazy... I just wish I guess that I was wanted like that. Idk.. It's pathetic I feel like this...
My boss (m54) keeps sending me (f23) racy emails. He keeps asking me to suck him off under his desk or tells me that he wants to fuck my brains out. I don’t reply, I just pretend I don’t see them. I’m afraid he’ll call me into his office soon and I’m not sure if I should hook up with him. He looks like he’d know how to treat me right but he’s married. What should I do? Someone help please.
Me and my girlfriend are both 20 and we’ve been together for about 2 years now. We also live together. In the beginning year of our relationship we were very sexual. Especially at night we would always makeout and touch eachother and there was a good month or two where we had sex about every night. We had sex so much in the start. Now we have sex maybe once a month if that. And we only do peck kisses and even that is rare. I’m starting to feel like I’m living with just a friend. She says she just isn’t craving sex anymore and she is just never in the mood. I jerk off a lot now and I always imagine being with other women. I’m 20 and the sexual stuff is pretty important at this time. It’s hard to just lay next to them at night and having to play on our phones until we sleep. I’d rather bang it out real quick then go back to phones. I can sense the end of our relationship coming and it’s scaring me.
#sex #gf #problems #help #relationship
I made multiple plans to have sex with other people and gone through with them even when I'm in a relationship
I would like to confess that I am ashamed of my boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, he is a very attractive, good-looking guy and he is charming and funny and he has a well-paid job. The problem is his basic general knowledge, or more the lack thereof. And believe me, it sticks out rather quickly when you get to know him.
We take part in trivia night with some of our friends every couple of weeks and it is just so embarrassing to watch. He does not know any of the answers, but is almost always the first one to blurt out a wrong answer. He never heard of the tide, he has no idea what insolvency is and he thinks that Major Tom is some famous mayor of a big city.
He's the mockery in our group of friends, even though they are all kind to him. I always try to take his side though and tell them that he is good to me and that he has a secure job to provide for me.
But... well, the last couple of weeks I often found some excuses why he cannot come with me to visit my family and stuff. He embarrassed himself in front of my whole family as well when he told my dad that he wanted to see tigers when going on safari in Africa. Yes, I know, there are worse things out there, but I think it is embarrassing that he does not know that tigers do not live in Africa, but in Asia?!? How can he not know that....
I just can't stick with him and defend himself in front of my family all the time. My family is made of academics and general knowledge is very important to us...
#embarrassed #boyfriend #problem #stick #dumb #knowledge #basic #family
I am Charlene 14 skinny and my boobs nut started yet so boys dont give me any attention. I have no sexual experience except masturbating and what learnt at school. I really wanted to feel a real cock so I made a plan. I went to see grandad and asked if I could sit on his lap like when I was little. He was suprised but agreed. I was wearing a short skirt and my thinnest knickers not sexy as my mom wouldnt let me have anything like that. I wriggled on his lap until I could feel his cock growing and said my skirt is a bit caught up can you please tuck it under me. He started to ajust my skirt and I could feel his hand on my bottom. His hand started to move between my legs and I was feeling very aroused but got scare and got up and said I had to go. I dont know whether I will try this again but it gave me a huge masturbation.
I’ve been a part time prostitute in Rotherham I’m 67 year old I feel bad now at my age.
#ive #been #a #part #time #prostitute #for #last #4years #im #70
True story of my naughtiest night ever
This is a totally true story that happened in 2005. No one except the people involved know about it and no one in the world knows it is me except me.
About 15 years ago I went to a fancy dress party on a Sunday night with my then BF dressed as Agnetha from Abba (the blonde one). I was wearing a very short skirt, blonde wig and sparkle make up.
My BF got really drunk and started to act like an asshole and we got into a huge fight, I stormed off and told him I was going home which was around 20 miles away. I couldn’t get a cab straight away so I went to a pub that was inside one of the local Village hotels and stood at the bar on my own, it was about 1130PM by then and the bar was pretty empty.
I noticed 2 guys that kept looking over, nothing special about them but they weren't ugly either.
After about 30 minutes one came over to me and asked if "I was working", I thought that he thought I worked at the hotel at first so was a bit confused and asked him what he meant, he said "how much for both of us?" It took a couple of seconds for it to sink in and then I suddenly realised that he thought I was a prostitute! I imagine it was the way that I was dressed that made him think it.
I was pretty drunk (very actually) by then and still really pissed at my BF, I should have ran but for a reason that I have never been able to figure out I just blurted "£300" thinking that would make him go away, I didn't even earn that in a week then. He just looked at me and said "OK, me and (whatever his friends name was) have to go to a Cashpoint to draw it out, we will be back in 10 minutes". I had every intention of just running at that point but I was also really turned on and a lot scared, which made me even more turned on. They left and I just stood there, drinking even more and wondering if they would come back.
After about 10 minutes they both returned and the one that had been quiet before came over and asked if I had a room there, I was so nervous at this point that I lied and said yes (I figured that if they thought I was registered there and was with someone else then there would be less chance they would hurt me!) but that there was another girl with me and she was in there.
Short guy had a room as he was visiting tall guy who lived locally so suggested that we went to his room, that was the longest short journey I have ever done. As soon as we walked out of the bar into the hotel corridor and were out of site of the staff he handed me £300 in cash, all in £20's and it dawned on me that not was this only real but that I had no condoms! I told them that I was just going to pop into the ladies room to count (he actually looked quite insulted about that) and to wait outside. I went in, went straight to the condom machine and bought a pack of 10 with the change I had in my handbag before popping into the cubicle to check that all was fresh "down there" :) I was incredibly turned on by this point and was already really wet but I still couldn't believe that I was going to go ahead with this!
They actually looked a bit surprised when I came back out, I think they thought that I was going to climb out of a window! We carried on up to the room and not one word was spoken all the way there. One woman came into the hotel corridor just before we went in to his room and looked at me as exactly what I actually was, a cheap hooker!
I wasn't sure how it was supposed to start but that was quickly resolved by the first guy that had spoken to me taking off his T-shirt and starting to take off his jeans, which prompted the other guy to do the same, in what seemed like seconds they were both naked and both hard, they were both quite athletic and both had decent sized dicks, about average from my experience.
The taller one of the two came over and pushed me into a sitting position on the bed and pulled my head towards his cock, I was actually going to do this and just like that for the first time in 3 years I had another mans cock in my mouth! He pushed me back so that I was lying down and kneeled over me, while he was slowly fucking my face his friend had pulled down my skirt and knickers and was eating me out, I genuinely thought I was going to explode! I had never done anything like this before, had certainly never been with 2 men and here I was being paid for it! I felt the shorter one move away and thought that he was about to fuck me so I mumbled "condoms, handbag" as best as I could with a mouth full of cock! He got them but it turns out that he wasn't ready for that, he wanted what his friend had been getting. The taller one climbed off me and they took the opportunity to take off the rest of my clothes, I was now fully naked, in a hotel room in front of two strangers and I was being paid to fuck them!
They stood side by side and had me get on my knees on the floor to suck them both, it was totally and utterly surreal swapping from cock to cock like some porn star. Almost without warning the shorter one grabbed my head (I think he was about to cum!) and pulled my blonde wig clean off!! That had all of us burst out laughing and stopped everything in its tracks for a few minutes, I took the hairpins out of my own blonde hair (shorter than Agnethas wig!) and the next thing the short one had his cock straight back in my mouth whilst the taller one watched. I wasn't really blowing him a such, it was more that he was fucking my mouth and I knew what was coming as he got faster and faster, he dug his fingers into my head so hard that it actually hurt a little bit and then boom, he shot his cum right into my mouth. I have never really been a swallow kind of girl, I normally spit it out but I had no choice with this guy as he still had hold of my head and I swallowed this complete strangers cum in front of his friend!
As soon as he had finished he pulled his dick out of my mouth and it was instantly replaced with the tall guys, I couldn't believe that I had just swallowed a load of cum from one cock and seconds later I had another one on my mouth. Tall guy didn't last long either and before I knew it I was swallowing his load as well, 2 loads of cum from 2 different guys in minutes!
Things calmed down for a few minutes then, I honestly think that they thought that as they had both cum that was it, maybe it is with an actual prostitute I have no idea but I was so turned on at that point there was no way they were getting away with it that easy!
Within minutes I had sucked them both back hard again and this time I was going to get some enjoyment for myself. I practically dragged the taller one over to the bed by his cock and returned the favour from earlier by pushing him back onto the bed and going straight down on his now rock hard dick, my ass sticking in the air ready for his friend. I felt the bed sink under his weight as he climbed on and from behind he pushed my legs further apart, I was now so turned on that I was actually “aching” down there, like an intense itch that really needed scratching, I really, really needed fucking! I felt him rub his dick against my now dripping pussy, flicking against my clit and up and down my lips, I’m sure that he was enjoying it but I just wanted him in me so badly. I felt the slight pressure against my hole and then the bliss as he slowly slid in, it felt like being slowly filled with something that created an immense sense of pleasure and tingling and a sense of euphoria as he went in with that initial rush through my body that I always get during sex followed by that sense of being “full” as he fully entered me. He could never have known but doggy is by far my favourite position and the one thing I love is exactly what he was doing, he had my hips gripped tightly in his hands and was not only pounding me but pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust, I was in heaven. It was getting hard to concentrate on tall boys cock with short guy doing such a great job and I was afraid I would end up biting him! He turned slightly on the bed so that he was now sideways to me which I then realised that he had done so that he could reach my tits while I was blowing him, that was it for me, I was in heaven! One cock filling me from behind, one in my mouth and now my very sensitive nipples being toyed with, I came like I have never come before or since. It was so intense that I actually felt light headed and had to bury my face in tall boys stomach just to stifle the scream! This set short boy off and he really started to pound at me, his balls banging off my now very sensitive clit and that wonderful feeling of fullness just getting warmer and better. I put tall boys cock back into my mouth and now really went for it, like a deranged woman! He didn’t last long and within a minute or so had shot another load deep into my mouth but this time I was in charge and I did something else I have never done, I took his cock out om my mouth while he was still spurting and let him shoot the rest over my face, I have no idea why but it was so horny! When he had finished cumming I put him back in my mouth and cleaned every drop from his still rock hard dick. This set off short guy and I really felt the last 4 or 5 aggressive thrusts followed by him pulling me into him so tightly I thought he was trying to spear me! I could feel his cock pulsating in my pussy as he came and it occurred to me that I hadn’t actually seen him put on a condom! I realised pretty quickly that he had as I didn’t get the feeling of additional warmth or the increase in pressure that I usually feel when a guy cums inside me, I must admit I was actually a bit disappointed.
Within minutes they were both ready to go again, with a little help from my newly enthusiastic blowjob skills, they were definitely going to get value for money! This time they swapped places with tall guy lying me on my side and lifting my leg up to fuck me while short guy lay alongside me so I could suck his cock. When tall guys cock went into me I could feel straight away that something was different, I couldn’t quite place what but as I looked down between my legs I could see that he hadn’t put a condom on but at this point I just didn’t care, the site of this total strangers cock sinking into my soaking and aching pussy was just complete bliss. He reached down and started to rub my clit with his thumb and that just drove me over the edge, I was having what felt like continuous little orgasms over and over again. The only down side of all of this activity was that my jaw was really beginning to ache! I had never suffered from an aching jaw due to an overdose of blowjobs before I took his cock and started to wank him off as fast as I could, licking the head every so often and squeezing his balls with my other hand. Before long I felt him tense and knew what was going to happen next, I didn’t slow down at all and literally aimed the head of his dick into my open mouth until he shot his load straight into my face and onto my tounge before giving him the cleaning treatment. This was obviously too much for tall guy and I felt him tense up as he was about to cum. I actually wanted him to cum inside me but at the last minute he pulled out and came all over my hips and stomach which like a total slut I happily rubbed into my skin.
I spent the next 3 plus hours being fucked on all fours whilst sucking the other one off, riding one while his mate stood over him and got sucked by me, getting fucked missionary while the other one knelt by my head and fucked my mouth, getting fucked in the ass (I had only ever let my BF do that once and with him I hated it, not this time though!) and shorty even mentioned trying a double penetration (one in my pussy, one in my ass) which I was game for but the tall one didn't want to get that close to the short ones cock! I think we ended up using around 8 of the 10 condoms (I let them take them off so they could cum on me or in my mouth after fucking me to remove the temptation of going in “bareback” again) and I swallowed another 3 loads of cum from each one of them, I had taken 10 loads in one night and it was the first time I had ever seen a man “run dry”, I managed to empty both of them!
I lost count of the amount of orgasms I had and the whole thing only came to an end when my phone rang, it was my BF who had obviously only just drunkenly left the party!! I obviously didn't answer but used that as my reason to get dressed and leave, they were both pretty much worn out and done by then anyway and we had been “dormant” for 20 minutes or so. Short guy asked for my number and I gave him a completely made up one and the last thing that they both said was that was the best money that they had ever spent! To be honest I had completely forgotten about the money at that point, that was just a pleasant side effect.
I went back down to the lobby and called a cab, the receptionist giving me the same look as the woman in the corridor had done earlier which wasn't surprising, it was now about half 3 in the morning and I probably looked like I had been fucked for the last 3 hours, I could still taste cum in my mouth and I knew I had it all over my skin, I did wonder if she could smell it on my breath!
I got a cab back to my parents (I've always had a key and a room there, I used it when I had arguments with my BF), went straight to bed and the next day cleaned up and simply told him that he was a dick and that I had gone straight there from the party. He didn’t get any off me for a week which he thought was because of his drunken rant but the reality was the next day I genuinely felt battered and bruised, they had fucked me into exhaustion! He only lasted a few weeks after that, mainly because he was a drunken dick.
That is my confession that I have not told anyone, ever!! My one night as a £300 a session whore and to this day thinking about the entire thing still really, really turns me on. I have never considered doing it again but I don't regret doing it either.
The reason that I have now chosen to tell it was the fact that I actually saw “tall guy” again about a week ago! He was in Asda about 1/2 a mile from the actual hotel where it happened with a woman that looked like she was his wife. I hadn’t been back to the area since that night as I had no need to but found myself there for a work related trip and popped in to buy some shopping. He walked past me without even registering which didn’t surprise me, I am 15 years older, now have my hair back to its natural brunette colour from the bottle blonde that I used to be, I wear glasses and of course there was the Covid masks. I wouldn’t have actually realised it was him had he not taken off his mask to talk to his companion about whatever item it was that he was looking at on the shelves. I deliberately stayed in the same aisle for 30 seconds or so smiling to myself and sneaking a glance thinking “you fucked the living daylights out of me, you fucked me in the ass, I swallowed your cum 5 times and you paid me £300 for the pleasure”. I was getting wet right there and then in the aisle of Asda!
My now husband (not the same BF I had back then) got his brains fucked out that night all whilst I was secretly fantasizing about having two cocks again, I regularly get him to use a rubber cock on me while I am blowing him and it is because of that night. No one would ever believe that I was capable of doing what I did, I have a respectable job, family and public persona that just wouldn’t fit that type of behavior and I love the fact that I know completely different, that I literally can and have been a complete cum slut
When I was 15, I got asked to be in my cousin’s wedding—my first time as a bridesmaid. Our tea-length bridesmaid dresses had a low, scoop neckline that wasn’t especially revealing on the three older, smaller-chested bridesmaids who barely had any cleavage but, on me, it bared my rather big and blindingly white boobs to anyone who cared to look—which lots of guys did, and I could do nothing about. (Mom had bought me a pretty lace push-up bra and panty set for the occasion.)
The groomsman I was paired with to escort me down the church aisle was 30, big-muscled and really good looking. My boyfriend (16) and my parents were also at the wedding, but my groomsman kept checking me out anyway, especially my embarrassingly jiggly boobs, and it made me feel both self-conscious and kind of sexy.
After the reception dinner, my boyfriend (who didn't really know anyone) wanted to ditch the wedding stuff and use the hotel pool, but I was obligated to stay, where I danced and flirted with my muscly groomsman, pressing my rather exposed boobs against his chest during the slow dances and feeling his reaction as he got hard down there, grinding me a couple times. I got served champagne by waiters fooled by my boobs and bridesmaid attire into thinking I was 21, and ended up a little tipsy. My new friend amused himself by slipping cold ice cubes from his whiskey down my cleavage when no one was looking, then snuck me up the elevator to his room where we got naked and into his bed, ready to get to know each other better.
I thought we might have a quickie, but he took his sweet time with me. Pinned underneath him and probably half his weight, I wasn’t going anywhere, though I worried my absence at the reception would soon get noticed. He feasted on my boobs like he hadn’t just had dinner, then fucked me for well over an hour without using any protection. I had always made my boyfriend wear a condom, but had to admit it felt damned good and more intimate without that artificial barrier between us. His big-chested, broad-shouldered physique and all those rippling muscles were a refreshing change from my boyfriend’s slim build, and his reproductive equipment was a lot bigger and thicker, too. He went deep into me, filling me up, and I climaxed with him right away.
He kept going, and it was fun and intense and I got a few more orgasms out of the deal, and then he worked up to a strong, sweaty finish and finally came inside me just as I was coming, too. I felt him throbbing, then the weird, wild sensation of him shooting semen into me without a condom—it felt intimate—and I was glad I’d made him come, and that we came together. Sharing an orgasm with him made me feel like we were bonded, and we stayed in bed, kissing and squeezing each other. He got hard and wanted to fuck me again, but I feared I might already be in trouble, so I slipped my sweaty bod out from under him and gathered my dress and underthings and put myself back together, fighting him off all the while as he kept pulling me toward the bed.
Back in my dress and downstairs at the reception, I rejoined my mom and my aunt who, noticing my damp, messy hair and sweat-soaked boobs, asked if I was having a good time, figuring I must have been doing a lot of dancing. My timing was perfect as my boyfriend had just returned when the pool closed for the night. I felt naughty and kind of sexy knowing I had this guy’s sperm still swimming inside me, some of it leaking out and running down my thigh, though nobody noticed.
I worried a little that my boyfriend would somehow find out, and worried a whole lot more when I missed my next period, got a test and found myself pregnant. But I was a lucky girl and miscarried a few weeks later, and my parents and boyfriend never knew a thing! I never told anyone (until now), and still fondly remember my hookup with the hot groomsman on that wild wedding night seven years ago.
I was alone, kicked out of my parent's house, and on the street at 16 with a backpack of some old clothes and had spent my last dollar on a bit of food, two days before. I hadn't slept in days, I was too afraid of lying there and having men possibly molest or rape me. I kept moving, and could barely walk anymore. I was at my wits end. Then a man in his mid 20's to 30's started talking to me on a park bench. He was very smooth talking, and the way he did it I didn't mind. He offered me $25 if I gave him a blowjob. I knew that I could get some food, get cleaned up a bit, and possibly get into a shelter if I acted early enough.
I went to his apartment with him, not knowing how risky that was, and gave him his blowjob, he gave me the $ 25. I asked if I could get something to eat and maybe use his toilet and shower. He told me it was OK. When he heard the shower turn off, he came into the bathroom, and took my clothes to wash. He told me to come out when I was dry. I used his blowdryer, and felt wonderfully clean, but I realized he had my clothes and I was now naked in a strange mans apartment. I walked out crying. He asked why and I let it all go, that I thought he might murder me or something. He showed me my clothes in the washer, and I settled down a bit. He told me to lie down in his bed and I knew what was coming. He stripped and fucked me, I just laid there with no reaction, I guess I figured getting raped or fucked was better than a beating or getting murdered. He then moved my clothes to the dryer, I was still naked, his cum was starting to gradually leak out of me. He wouldn't let me wipe it up, I had to wait with it slowly messing all over my lips, then a bit down my thigh. He just watched it while we sat on the couch in front of the television. He bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me one more time, then folded all my clothes, put them back in the backpack, and kept 1 set out for me to dress in. I dressed and left, and before I did he gave me two $ 20 bills, one for each time he fucked me. He made it very clear it was payment for the sex. He made me thank him and explicitly mention that I took $20 for each time he fucked me. I couldn't say "had sex" I had to say I got fucked for money.
I got into a shelter, and have managed to stay there and get fed pretty decently over time. A few times a week the guy would stroll around the park across from his apartment and would find me. He would pay me $ 20 to let him fuck me, and I got to use his toilet and shower most of the time. He reduced it to $ 10 when he wanted to come using my mouth. I tried once to ask for more, thinking I could hold out on him, instead he reached into my blouse with no bra and grabbed my C cups and dragged me by my tits to his bed. He would bruise my tits, but never like this, he was actually dragging me on the floor while I was crying, he held my tits so hard between his fingers. In the bedroom he threw me down on the floor, reached up under my short skirt and ripped my panties off and fucked me for no money at all, called me names, called me a prostitute, and said how he thought street whores were the worst kind of human beings. He then kicked me out, literally kicking me all the way down the hall and in the elevator and to the street. I didn't get any money and still got fucked and my tits were hurting terribly, I had bruises from his kicking me all over my thighs, butt, stomach, crotch, even my back and arms.
After that he went away on vacation for three weeks, and I ran out of money, so I let a few of the street guys, and 1 of the monitors at the shelter have sex with me for some food. The monitor spread word, and pretty soon I had all tree evening monitors fucking me, but I always knew I would have a spot in the shelter. The rich guy came back and I could add him to my money, he reduced what he paid me but didn't beat me anymore. So I was still getting about $50 to $80 a week fucking or sucking him, and one time he dressed me up like a catholic school girl and let one of his business friends fuck me several times. That was the first time a guy stuck his cock inside my butt. I did get paid though. $ 10 for every time I got fucked, and $20 for the two times his friend did it in my butt.
Eventually, I got cleaned up, and bought some better clothes, and turned a few tricks on the street without the pimps getting wise to me. Then I got enough money where I could go to work for an agency. I did that and was making some nice money, got a low end apartment, opened a bank account, and made enough to go to college and grad school. Now I have my own place, a graduate degree and work in R&D at a big pharmaceutical company.
I had to fuck for money for over 8 years to get here. From $ 20 a fuck to $ 500 a fuck and way more. Now I'm finally clear of it all and have a great six figure job, and not a man in site. I don't want one either, I have been fucked for men's pleasure enough. My parents wanted to get back in touch now that I had an education and good job, I pretended that was what I wanted as well. I went to my younger brothers birthday party at their house, with all the in-laws there, siblings and my parents. I pulled up in my BMW, everyone raving about me and how good I looked. Then I broke it down to them all, that when they kicked me out of the house, I was starving and had to let a stranger fuck me for $ 20 as the only way I survived. I had to let three ugly, fat motherfuckers fuck me all they wanted just to keep my place at the shelter, all the while still selling my pussy and mouth, and eventually ass for $20 or a sandwich. I looked so good, after 8 years of selling my body and prostituting myself because they made me survive anyway I could. Then I put on my fur, and walked out to my BMW and drove away. My brother and one of my sisters calls me every once in a while and really understands. I don't care about anyone who doesn't.
Yesterday, I was home alone, I decided to bake muffins. The problem was that I didn't have appropriate spices, so I said to myself 'Why not?' and took pot instead. My family loved it.
Yesterday was the best evening of my life! All of my family members talked to each other. First, they fought and shouted at each other, a few minutes later they were laughing and dancing and singing. It was just great. I don't regret anything.
I was walking home from work night and I passed by my sister's house and heard her screaming at someone to stop so I quietly opened her door (which I have a key to btw) and saw her getting beat by her boyfriend, I then came behind him threw him on the ground and I started punching him he took out a pocket knife and stabbed my leg. My sister started to dial 911 but he punched her out and broke her phone. I took the knife out of my leg and slit his neck. I called 911 and they placed me in a holding cell. They told me they're gonna keep me here for 25 years unless someone pays my bail. Three days later my bail was paid I figured it was one of my friends but when I got home my sister was on my couch holding a welcome home sign. She hugged me and we invited family over and had a party.
#murder #protecting #sister #abuse #jail
I had sex with an escort. I can't tell this to anyone in real life. I feel shame but I don't regret it. I think I might do it again soon.
#sex #prostitution #escort #shame
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