It's absolutely degrading, you are jettisoning nasty-tasting body fluid all over a woman's face, putting her so so so far beneath you, just an object for your cock to mark and claim as your sexual plaything. That's why it is so hot. I've cummed on my own face and found it gross and humiliating - and that was MINE!

Best thing to do is to start a fuck session with a long slow prolonged jerk-off directly onto her face, THEN do everything else. Leave her masked in your starchy spunk until you are good and done with her, know that she is feeling it slop and drip all over her and get on the sheets while you are pounding away... then finish with ANOTHER FACIAL to fix all the streamers that might have gotten accidentally wiped away. The prettier her face, the better cum looks on it and the more fun it is to put it there, as much as possible, with her waiting for it as long as possible and then wearing it while it gets nasty dried out and uncomfortable on her used face.

The best part - no matter how low each facial degrades them, the next one feels just as good (for you!).

Up for chatting absolutely anything 18+. The more brutal and degrading the better. Lube is a privilege and if earned it will only be throatfuck slobber and tears.

A few years ago the stars aligned and my wife and kids were all away on assorted trips for a full week in late December when my office was closed. I was naked every minute that I was in the house and I turned the living room into a pig sty of fuck filth. Big TV running porn DVDs continuously literally every single waking moment, even if I wasn't watching, even if I wasn't in that room, I wanted to hear the wailing and smacking of fucked cunts and facials as the natural background noise of male existence. When actually jerking off I'd have the big TV with its DVD, and also two laptops playing their own porn streams next to it, and also my phone near me too, all of them at max volume, drifting in a sea of cunt, cock, and fuckscreams. I masturbated no less than 6 times a day that week. An old hand towel became my disgusting cum rag and I would sniff and lick it to really up the perversion level. Had another towel under me so the hours and hours of sweaty naked gooning wouldn't leave ass smell on our family couch. When my dear wife and children were about to get home, I undid the setup, hid the DVDs, gave my scuzzy sopping cum rag one last loving lick, then threw it away.

Love double-cumming! Immediately after orgasm, my cock is so super-sensitive that I can jiggle and shuffle my hand around it and go again in maybe 15 seconds. The second cum feels like a much more strenuous "deep clean," I have a far more detailed sensation of each and every stream and glop being squeezed out of my penis, the second-round semen is much thicker and whiter and less watery, and it so exhausts me I have to struggle to stay awake.

Only drawback: if you do this enough, I find that my body becomes accustomed to it and just one round of ejaculating isn't enough to make me feel fully relieved and emptied-out. If I wind up in that predicament I have to leave myself alone for a few days.

My wife has been an assfucking slut since age 13, I am the only guy she's ever been with who is locked out of the backdoor because of my size, she will not even consider it. Our compromise is that sometimes I mash my cockhead directly onto her anus and cum there at point blank range.

About 36 I met a guy in a hotel during a business trip. It was disappointing... he had lied in his description and was a flabby, thumb-dicked little nothing. Pulling his cock felt like stroking a dog's leg, the thin skin sliding loosely up and down on the stiff core. He was nothing to look at and he was unmistakably more excited about me than I was about him. I was finally able to get into it by turning it into a dom scene, pushing him and ordering him around. Reality did not match my fantasy and given the difficulty and risk of arranging a meeting at all, it was quite a letdown.

Last night I figured I'd try my luck and put the moves on my wife. I started with a foot rub, then leg massage, then as I got to her thighs she said "I'm really not in the mood tonight. But you can keep rubbing my feet! Or is that boring?"

Me: "It's not boring, but we can compromise. Get naked now and I'll give you a super long foot rub. No sex."

Her: "Huh? Why do I have to be naked for a foot rub?"

Me: "Do you want the foot rub or not?"

Her: ".....yes."

Me: "Get naked now. Tits, now. Pussy, now. And I get to massage me as I massage you."

Her: "Where did this come from?"

Me: "You will be fully, pussy naked in 10 seconds. Either you get naked and I give you a long foot rub and no sex, or I pull your clothes off and fuck you right now no matter what you say."

[NOTE: when we are actually having sex she is very submissive and it is my role to rough her up and take her, so she is used to me talking like this.]

She got naked.

So did I.

I spread her legs open to get a good view of her cunt, then gave her a deep strong foot massage for about 40 minutes. Sometimes I'd go all in on both feet, sometimes I was doing one foot as I stroked myself, sometimes I'd put her feet down and just jerk off. Sometimes she was on her phone acting like nothing unusual was happening, sometimes she was staring at me wide-eyed startled.

After about 40 minutes of foot massaging I asked her if she was good and she said yeah. So I scooted up next to her on the bed and told her to watch me finish.

"Why do you want me to watch?"

"It's so much better that way. You see this big hardon I have for you?"

"Yeah...."

I was kneeling before her and stroking for a minute or two, she was a good girl and stared at my cock like I asked. Finally I moved my head to get her attention and then as we were locked in eye contact I spurted a big gloppy ropey load on a towel about 2 feet from her.

Later that night, she said "That was kinda fun! It was different. I got stuff I liked and you got stuff you liked." We both laughed and chatted about it.

After all these years I am still over-the-moon in lust for her. We had done similar things many years ago when we first started dating but it has been nearly 20 years since then. I also often masturbate in the shower during her morning routine, she fully sees me and sometimes comes over to talk to me about the day and we talk casually about whatever as I am jerking off - but we don't actually address it, she pretends not to notice. There was no not-noticing this time, that I was putting on a cock show for her. I love her, I love my cock, it made a great mix!

When I was in HS, one night around midnight I was downstairs in the living room getting settled for a nice long jerking session. Suddenly like something from a nightmare, my mother walks downstairs! My parents were both early sleepers and it was rare for them to be awake even at 10pm. I'm sitting on the couch in just my briefs. I had stuffed the porno tape beneath a throw pillow next to me. My mom walks directly up to me, lifts up the pillow and sees the tape, then says she was "looking for something," then walks out of the room and back up the stairs.

I have no fucking clue what she thought she was doing, why she came downstairs in the first place, made an extremely obvious step of "finding" my porn, then left.

My best friend and I were 11. I had been masturbating since my earliest memories, since nursery school, and in those early years if I ever tried to describe it to the other boys they had no idea what I was talking about and thought I was gross (which I was, lol). So I really thought it was something only I did. When my best friend started pawing himself as we were talking about girls, my heart was in my throat, the sexual thrill was nowhere near as big as the astonishment and relief and joy that it wasn't just me, that someone else could play this special game too. We were two 6th-graders hissing and whispering to each other about girls and fucking for a while, then just stood there glassy-eyed vaguely looking at each other as we each jerked ourselves, him in his little tighty-whities and me in my sweatpants. We would eventually see each other but not that first time.

Risk of disease. Pickpockets, stalkers, psychos.

2012: I was emailing one guy for a meet in a hotel, he had actually gotten to my lobby, then at the last possible second I googled his email address. It was attached to dozens of porn profiles claiming different ages and genders. Everything we'd been emailing about (for over a week of setup) totally thrown away. I told him I wasn't up for meeting and he wrote back first surprise and then furiously angry, threatening violence. I was scared at first but remembered that he didn't know my name or what I looked like (well, not what my face looked like, lol).


2014: I actually DID meet up with a guy in a hotel. I had told the truth and he had completely lied about everything, his age, height, masculinity level, and most important of all, his cock size. Something in his manner made me suspect he thought I'd been lying too. We agreed that I would cum on his face, but he came first and then got scared and withdrew consent. Pissed me off but what can you do. The whole encounter had been dissatisfying, it hadn't felt like anything, not good or bad, just neutral and meaningless. I talked it over with a therapist and she suggested maybe I'm actually not "curious," maybe I just like cocks because I've come to associate them with porn. It felt really bad that I had risked my health and marriage for the sake of something that hadn't been remotely worthwhile.


2017: I'd made what I thought was a real connection with another married straight-curious guy. His wife had cut off all intimacy and he was willing to trade bj's with a married guy. I was 100% committed and eager to meet him. But as the day turned into afternoon and then evening, I got more and more nervous... heart pounding wildly, sweaty palms, not hearing at first when people spoke to me... turned into uncontrollable jitters like a drug addict in withdrawal, I literally could not force myself to stop twitching and startling, could not make my teeth stop chattering. It was just too much anxiety, too much could go wrong. I cancelled on the guy. He was very disappointed but said he understood. Have regretted that decision ever since. I am still achingly curious about cock. In his pictures he looked huge and thick and delicious and there is literally not a day that goes by since 2017 without me imagining myself making the other choice and learning to suck and swallow under his kind guidance. But I remember the uncontrollable twitching fear, and figure I just would never have been able to go through with it, not without taking a bunch of klonopin beforehand or something.

I am disgusting in hotels when alone on a business trip lol. Always always leave multiple cumloads all over the sheets and pillows every morning so the maids see them. Also wipe my dick and balls and thighs and butt on every pillow thinking of every other face that will later touch them.

When my wife and I were first dating, she liked to silently fool around while talking on the phone with her friends, it made her feel like she had a dirty secret. She'd be gabbing with a girlfriend about whatever, I'd wipe my dick on her tits and ass and thighs until I came all over her. As long as I didn't get it on her face or hair she didn't mind. I loved seeing the whole back of her body after I'd used and soaked it. Her friends on the phone never had a clue.

If she's doing her bathroom routine while I'm in the shower, I often jerk off and make sure she sees it. She usually doesn't comment on it but sometimes will come over and we'll talk about the schedule for that day, normal chat, while I'm jerking in the shower right next to her. When I cum I usually say "Hang on a sec" and then when I can concentrate again we continue.

My wife's picture is on the Leadership webpage of a company you've probably heard of and this weekend I gave her a Bang Bros-level throat piledriving that left her soaked in cum and slobber. A high-powered corporate exec, she is totally submissive in bed and needs to be roughed up and dominated.