I am an outgoing and fun per. I have been single for a long while now and figured I would try this site out, yes I'm a newbie at this online method. I am a total package, professional, attractive girl next door tomboy type. I enjoy the great outdoors, skiing, skating and tubing in the winter, and biking, hiking, golf and fishing in the summer.

My Ideal Person I'm looking for someone who is first and foremost you are well endowed 7+, smart, charming, impeccable manners, caring, athletic/fit, 6' tall or more, kind, a professional and is successful to this point in life. You are also passionate a good lover and very generous.

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
It was a Friday night last November. I left work at five o’clock
after a long, hectic week, tired and worn out. I decided
to stay home, have a light dinner, read a little and then
go to bed early. That was all I wanted. A quiet night at home
with a good book and just relax. I reached my apartment around five-thirty. After checking
my messages, I went to the bedroom, kicked off my high heels
and put my purse away. I then went to the kitchen and poured
a glass of Merlot to sip while I prepared dinner. After eating
a small grilled chicken breast and tossed salad, I took
a long, hot bath and smoked a joint. I spent quite some time
soaking in the tub enjoying by stone, just letting the tension
drain from my body. Following my bath, I slipped into a white
baby doll nightie, poured another Merlot, and curled up
in the arm chair in the living room with a few magazines.
I read till around ten o’clock, and then decided to
go to bed. You have seen my profile; I am attractive, 5’6 105
lbs., 34b slim and have a tight body. I normally have no trouble
going to sleep, and that night was no different. I drifted
off within minutes of curling up in bed. I have no idea how
long I had been asleep or what time it was when I was so suddenly
awakened. It was too dark to see anything. I was confused
and disoriented. It took me a second to realize that someone
had jumped on top of me. The absolute terror I felt at that
moment was indescribable! I was pinned to the bed, a hand covering my mouth so I couldn’t
scream. I tried to fight, but my wrists were grabbed and
held together. I felt a rope looped around my wrists and
pulled tight. My arms were pulled above my head and the other
end of the rope was tied to the headboard. The one on top of me took his hand away from my mouth. As I tried
to scream, he stuffed a large ball of cloth into my mouth.
He then forced a length of cloth between my teeth, wrapped
it around my head, and tied it off. He then used a second length
of cloth to blindfold me. At the same time the first one was gagging me, the second
one, despite my kicking, looped a rope around my right ankle
and tied it to the bedpost. He then repeated the process
with my left ankle and the opposite bedpost. I was now completely
helpless, tied spread-eagled to my own bed! I had always
had fantasies about being forced to have sex but I always
imagined it would be a good looking well hung guy I met at
a party or somewhere like that and I would “let”
myself be . I was totally helpless. I could feel my
heart beating out of my chest. The one who had been on top of me climbed off the bed. I heard
a light switch being thrown and could just detect a lightening
of the darkness behind the blindfold. My entire body was
trembling with fear as I listened to them rummaging through
the apartment. I prayed to God that this was just a robbery
that they would take what they wanted and leave me alone.
I guess God wasn’t listening that night. I heard one of them come back into the bedroom and felt him
sit on the edge of the bed. The situation would have been
terrifying enough without the blindfold. Not being able
to see made it even worse. I jumped as I felt his hand touch
my leg. As he began rubbing the inside of my thigh, I tried
to pull away, but couldn’t. The ropes held me tight.
I whimpered into the gag as his hand moved up to my crotch.
He began fondling me through the silk of my panties. His
other hand went to my breast, squeezing and rubbing it.
I could feel myself become wet at his touch, the fear now
had an undercurrent of sexual excitement. He took his hands
off of me, but I could still feel him sitting on the bed. I
heard a metallic click, and then something cold touched
my cheek. My blood ran cold as I realized that it was the blade
of a knife that was tracing a path down my cheek and along
my throat. I froze, the pure fear returned, not daring to
move a muscle, but I couldn’t control the trembling
that now shook my body. The blade moved to my chest and cut first one, then the other
strap of my nightgown. I felt his hand grasp the neckline
of my nightgown, then heard the sound of material being
cut. In less than a moment, the nightgown was sliced down
the front. He pulled the remains out from under me and threw
it on the floor. The son of a bitch must have been sadistic, the way he played
with that knife! I felt the knife trace a path across my breasts,
moving across both nipples as it did. It then made its way
down across my stomach, moving from my left side to the right
and back again as it went. I felt it slide down to my left hip,
felt it slip under my panties, felt it slice the silk of the
panties. The blade moved across my stomach again, slipping
under the material on my right hip and slicing that side
open as well. What was left of my panties joined the remains
of my nightgown on the floor. I whimpered into the gag and shook my head from side to side
as he began running his hands over my body. The sexual arousal
returned as I felt him lean over me. He took my left nipple
into his mouth and began chewing and sucking on it. One of
his hands moved down across my stomach, down the outside
of my thigh to my knee. The hand then moved to the inside of
my thigh and slid up towards my crotch. I could smell the
heavy musky sent of his sweat. He smelled like a black man,
although I had never been with one but he just smelled different
and had a heavy scent of weed and booze on his breath. My trembling increased as I felt his fingers parting the
lips of my vagina, rubbing and exploring me. I felt nauseous,
crying from the fear and yet moaning as he continued playing
with me. I tried twisting away from him, but there was no
escape. He began forcing a finger up inside me, pushing
against my wetness. I moaned in pleasure as he forced his
finger all the way inside of me, and then started pumping
it in and out while he continued sucking on my breast. After a few minutes, I felt myself getting wetter. I couldn’t
believe that I had starting to lubricate myself! Part of
me felt a great shame at that moment than I had ever felt in
my life! Part of me was enjoying what he was doing to me! I
LOVED and HATED it! I was TERRIFIED by what was happening!
Yet my body and libido betrayed me, doing what nature had
intended it to do. The unknown, unseen stranger continued his abuse, moving
his mouth to the other breast as he shoved a second finger
into me. He continued moving his fingers into me, adding
a third finger and then a fourth. The pain was terrible as
he attempted to force all four of his fingers into me. I screamed
into the gag, snapping my head from side to side as I tried
futilely to escape from his hand. And then he took his hand away. His mouth left my breast.
I collapsed on the bed as I felt him stand up. And then I heard
his zipper being pulled down! I cried and shook my head ”
No!” as I listened to him undressing. I felt a unique
feeling in the pit of my stomach, extreme fear and revulsion
and at the same time my sex wanted to be filled as I felt him
climb back on the bed and position himself between my spread
legs. MY GOD I’m not on the pill! My thoughts screamed.
I kept telling myself that this couldn’t really be
happening, that it must be some kind of terrible nightmare.
But it wasn’t a nightmare. It was all too real. I felt him crawl on top of me, rubbing his hands over my naked
body and sucking on my breasts. He moved farther up on me
and I felt his one hand move between us. He guided his bare
penis to the entrance of my wet hole and began penetrating
me. My pussy lips parted as my hungry vagina welcomed his
warm throbbing cock. I was screaming into the gag and trying
to twist my hips away from him as he drove himself deeper
into me. He was huge, bigger than I had ever had before and
I could feel him stretching my insides as he penetrated
farther into me. I heard him grunt and moan with pleasure
as he forced himself all the way into me, his body crushing
me into the bed as his balls touched my ass cheeks. I was crying and moaning as he continued abusing my body.
He was stroking himself in and out of me, pulling almost
all the way out before driving back into me as deeply as he
could. . MY God I’m not on the pill! My thoughts screamed
again. I felt my pussy tighten around him as my sex took over.
My hips started to fuck him back and I moved to take him deeper
inside of me at the same time feeling sick to my stomach at
this invasion of my body. I felt stark terror mixed with the greatest pleasure I had
ever known. I did and didn’t want this animal inside
me, did and didn’t want him using me, but I was helpless
to stop him. I had always fantasized about this but had no
idea how erotic it could be to feel totally helpless, to
be completely under another person’s control. I
loved and hated what was happening. I could feel the sweat beginning to bead on my forehead as
his pace increased, driving into me harder and faster with
each stroke. I was moaning in pain and pleasure as he continued
pounding into me as brutally as he could, over and over again
with his huge cock. The blindfold was soaked with my tears.
I felt the sweat running down the side of my face and into
my hair as the continued. I lost track of time. Waves of pleasure flowed through my
body as his cock rammed into me over and over again. I didn’t
know how long the had been going on when I heard him groaning
and moaning in my ear as he approached orgasm. I could feel
him swelling inside of me as he drove into me with ever increasing
ferocity. And then I felt myself building to climax also,
him throbbing and bouncing inside of me, felt his hot sperm
shooting into me and coating my insides with his seed. I
groaned in orgasm at the same time as I felt the warmth of
his sperm spreading through me. I came hard and shot my juices
all over his cock and balls while screaming my orgasm into
the gag. And then he collapsed on top of me, panting from
fucking me. After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and crawled off of
the bed. The cool air began drying the sweat on my naked body
as I could smell our sex and felt his sperm begin to leak out
of me and onto the bed. I heard him get dressed and leave the
bedroom. I lay there helpless, crying a little and recovering
from my orgasm. I was now more terrified of what might happen
next. The feeling of the knife at my throat was still fresh
in my mind. Then I heard someone enter the room, heard the
sounds of clothing being removed. The second one had come
for his turn with me. I lay helpless as I felt him climb between my legs, felt him
lower himself on top of me. He too smelled of the same musky
body scent mixed with weed and booze. He guided himself
to my sperm soaked pussy, causing me to moan as he easily
slid his large cock all the way into me. He seemed just as
big as the first cock but the mixture or sperm and my juices
lubricated my pussy so well he slide right in, the size of
him felt wonderful. I couldn’t believe this was happening
to me, couldn’t believe that a second person was using
me like a piece of meat. I was full of cock again, just a piece
of meat, a whore for these animals to fuck at will and deposit
their sperm into. In a way I was excited and wanted more and
in another way wanted it to end with me alive and well. He was moving on top of me, crushing me to the bed as he thrust
himself into me again and again. He was moving slowly, taking
his time. My body wanted more, my pussy wanted more. My pussy
oozed more of my juices for him. Oh God I wanted him to fuck
me! He continued moving slowly as he sucked on my breasts
and rubbed his large hands over my body. The minutes ticked
by endlessly as he continued me, continued abusing
my body, my hips moved in rhythm with his thrusts. It seemed
like an eternity before he finally began increasing his
pace, driving into me at an ever increasing rate. My pussy
responded and started milking his cock. I could feel another
orgasm building and I panted and squirmed from the waves
of growing pleasure. He was panting and groaning louder now, kissing and licking
my face and neck as he continued driving himself into me.
His excitement was growing and I could feel him swelling
inside of me. My pussy contracted and still he continued
driving into me. His endurance was unbelievable! Over
and over he pounded into me, driving as deeply as he could
into my used hole as waves of pleasure now racked my body,
I moaned and screamed my pleasure into the gag. I was bucking
my hips and my pussy was twitching in orgasms with each vicious
thrust. I came hard releasing my orgasm as my cum flooded
over his cock and balls and the bed. And then, with a deep
moan, he began spraying my insides with his sperm. I could
feel its heat, feel it spreading and mixing with the sperm
from the guy and filling my womb. I heard him sigh as he shot
the last of his load deep inside me mixing with my juices.
Like the first animal, this one too collapsed on me and lay
panting while his breathing returned to normal. Eventually, he got off of me and began dressing. I could
hear when he finally left the room. I felt incredible sexually,
my pussy filled and their seed deep in my body. I felt like
a dirty whore, like a used piece of meat, like a bitch animal
and I loved it. Now that both of them had me, would they
leave? Reality was returning to me. What would they do with
me? Would they kill me? Would they leave me tied naked to
the bed? Oh God! Suppose they decided to take me with them!!
The uncertainty was as terrifying as exciting as the
had been. I tried to listen, to see if I could tell what they were doing.
I heard a cabinet open, heard the sound of glass on glass,
heard a rattling sound that it took me a minute to place.
Ice cubes! Ice cubes being dropped into glasses! And the
cabinet! They had found the bottle of scotch I kept in the
kitchen and were fixing themselves drinks! I lay there for over an hour, listening to the low murmur
of conversation from the kitchen. I couldn’t tell
what was being said, but every now and then I would hear them
laugh. They were drinking and having a real little party
while I lay helpless and terrified in the bedroom! Can somebody
tell me what kind of filth would do something like that?
I mean, hadn’t they hurt me enough already? Did they
have to keep on having their way with me? I started to wonder
if the night would ever end. Then I heard a sound. One of them was coming down the hallway.
I heard him enter the bedroom, and once again listened as
he got undressed. The thought that he was going to me
again was better than the alternative of the knife. Fear
returned and I thought, this is it. I started to cry. I froze as I felt the blade touch my throat. I thought for
sure he was going to kill me. Then, for the first time, he
spoke. He had what I thought was an African accent, maybe
Nigerian? I didn’t know, wasn’t sure but he
definitely sounded black. He told me that he was going to
take the gag off, and that if I screamed, he would cut my throat
from ear to ear. When he asked if I understood, I nodded my
head ” yes’. He untied the strip of cloth and removed it from between
my teeth. Then he pulled the wet ball of cloth from my mouth
and threw it on the floor. I started to beg him not to hurt
me, but he backhanded me across the face and told me to shut
up. I felt him climbing onto the bed, but this time he didn’t
move between my legs. Moving higher, he knelt over my face,
with one leg on either side of my head! He rested his buttocks
on my chest and squeezed my head between his thighs. He began
rubbing the head of his stiffening penis back and forth
across my lips. I could smell our sex on his cock and didn’t want him
in my mouth. The very thought of it caused the bile to rise
in my throat. But he told me if I didn’t open my mouth,
he would kill me. He said he would cut my wrists and let me
slowly bleed to death. I don’t know if any of you have
ever been terrified, I mean REALLY terrified, but at that
moment, I was. As much as I hated doing it, I opened my mouth
and let him slide his cock in. I was crying, making the blindfold even wetter than it was,
while he moved his hips forward and back, sliding himself
in and out of my mouth. He grabbed the hair on each side of
my head and began pulling it forward and back, just the opposite
of the movement of his hips. This wasn’t a blow job
in the classic sense. He was simply fucking me in the mouth,
using my mouth just like a vagina! I was crying and gagging as he drove his huge cock deeper
into my mouth. He was pushing the head of his penis back into
my throat, pulling my head towards him until my nose was
pressed against his stomach. His penis filled my mouth,
causing my jaws to ache from holding them open for so long.
He continued pumping himself in and out of my throat, fucking
my face as brutally as he had my vagina. My body was twisting
and jerking, my arms and legs pulling against the ropes
as it became more difficult to breath. I needed this to be over so I started sucking and licking
his cock as best I could to make him cum, I heard him begin
to groan as his pace increased even more. I felt his penis
stiffen and begin to throb. He growled deep in his throat
as the first wave of sperm shot from his cock and splattered
against the back of my throat. I was choking and gagging,
my legs and arms fighting against the ropes as he continued
filling my mouth and throat with wave after wave of thick,
hot sperm. I felt it coating my tongue and the roof of my mouth
as it ran back into my throat. He pulled my face against his
stomach and buried his penis in my throat, squeezing my
head between his thighs as he shot the last of his load into
me. I was choking, unable to breathe. I had no choice but
to swallow. My stomach began turning and I had to fight down
the urge to vomit. He sat on my chest, holding my face tight against his stomach
while his penis slowly softened in my mouth. Finally, after
what seemed like ages, he pulled out of my mouth and let my
head drop onto the bed. Climbing off the bed, he retrieved
the wet, dirty ball of cloth from the floor and stuffed it
back into my mouth. Again forcing the long strip of cloth
between my teeth, he tied the gag back into place. I heard him get dressed and leave the room, then the low murmur
of conversation. Maybe ten minutes later, I heard the apartment
door open and close. Then silence. I guess once had been
enough for the other . I lay there all night and into the next day. Somehow, after
hours of trying, I managed to loosen the rope around my wrists
and free myself. I immediately went to the living room and
double locked the door. I then crawled into the shower,
set the water as hot as I could stand it, and sat there crying
while the water beat against my skin for most of the afternoon.
I never reported the incident to the police, so the animals
who did this to me are still out there. I’m so afraid
that they will come back. Since I never saw them. I won’t
even be able to recognize them if they come around! I still
have nightmares about what happened with the knife but
I have to admit that is was the most incredible sexual experience
of my life. I enjoyed the animal lust that it awoke in me,
enjoyed having strange men fuck me and use me as they wished.
These men changed me. I used to be a conservative young woman.
Now I am a nymphomaniac, lust lives inside my hot pussy.
I can’t get enough cock or the seed my pussy craves.
I cant get enough black cock and have had many black men since
this happened. They call me a freaky girl because I love
black cock so much. After I recovered from the trauma of the event I started
fucking men at will, black or white, at parties, at work,
at clubs, in parking lots. I fuck anywhere and anybody,
I have fucked for money and love the thought of being a whore
but I make sure I am safe and in control but the animal in me
has now been awakened and my thirst for cock can’t
be quenched.

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Fetishes, Light Bondage, Role Playing, Threesomes, Slave/Master, Handcuffs/Shackles, Blindfolds, Leather, Latex, Massage

What factors are most important to you when looking for a sexual partner?:
Physical attraction, Open to ménage à trois and/or orgies, Sexual appetite, Creativity/Kinkiness level

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
George Clooney, he is hot and rumour is he is huge.

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.

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