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| Favorite Lorne Fantasy (ADULT); What would a night with Lorne be like? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 18 2018, 08:42 PM (54 Views) | |
| Lorne'sDikSucker | Feb 18 2018, 08:42 PM Post #1 |
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Describe the perfect night out on a date with Lorne Armstrong. Be as descriptive as you wish, this is an adult post. |
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| RayBaby | Feb 19 2018, 12:33 AM Post #2 |
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I have a fetish for anal and cuckolding. I imagine Lorne is my husband and i'm denying him pleasure by anal stimulation. Here goes nothing... I stood on the bathroom counter, naked, with my back to the mirror, my hands spreading my ass cheeks so far open my anus actually felt strained. My legs held a wide stance, as I peered between them with my head between my knees, staring in awe at the upside-down reflection of my beautiful shit-winker. It was red, wrinkled, and seemingly limitless in depth. A few stray dingleberries were clinging to my long anal-pubes, a result of inadequate wiping. I loosened the grip of my right ass cheek, freeing one hand, then using it to circle the rim of my anus with my index finger in a somewhat tickling fashion. My asshole flexed from the sudden and titillative sensation, involuntarily retracting in an almost winking gesture. I giggled, then farted. Expecting to see some kind of cartoon-like green fumes or brown bubble, but instead just watching my little pucker momentarily expand then reseal, returning to it's natural form. "You're amazing," I whispered. My husband sat on the nearby toilet, sobbing with his head in his hands. The recent infatuation with my own sphincter was putting a strain on our relationship, one that admittedly wasn't going to be quickly remedied by any form therapy. This was pure love, not just some cheap form of fleeting lust or passing human desire. This was a deep and enchanting devotion from the soul. My asshole was the most beautiful thing I've ever encountered. My husband realized this, and couldn't cope with his recent feelings of worthlessness. Anything we once had was gone - my divine sphincter taking its place. "I remember when you used to talk me like that," he sobbed. "Look at me like that." I slowly inserted my index finger inside of my gorgeous turd canal, moaning as my clit began to stiffen, shit residue staining my penetrating digit. My breathing intensified, as my body clenched with orgasmic delight - a perversion so divine. "How can you flaunt your mistress in front of me like this, gratify yourself like this? How?" he cried desperately. his voice cracked as his fading beauty-now meaningless to me-seemed to die a little more. he meant nothing to me. My bewitching brown oval consuming my soul with a desire like no other. Lusting for just one kiss with my poop-chute, I pulled my finger from my ass, tasting it with sensual delight. The sour, pungent taste of fecal matter brought my clit to a complete and raging hard-on - pulsating with every excited heartbeat. Smacking my lips, I savored the grotesque turd juice, as if sampling a fine wine. The juices now dripping with erotic anticipation from my pounding. "Hold my ass-cheeks open while I watch flicka," I ordered. "I want to see my asshole when I cum." "No! I won't do it!" he screamed in complete distress, the hurt in his voice matching the desperate tears streaming down his face. "This isn't right! It's not fucking right! I'm your husband!" Ignoring him, I reinserted my index finger up my pooper, while furiously masturbating with my other hand. Angels sang as I began building toward orgasm, moans of enchanting ecstasy echoing off the bathroom walls. My eyes crossed as I screamed with absolute pleasure, I was close, so fucking close. "Stop it! Stop it!" my husband pleaded. My strokes became more defined, faster, harder. I cried out in desperation. Almost there... "Jesus! Fucking stop it! This is our home! Ours!" he cried. "How can you...?" A tremendous warmth filled me, as my cunt oozed white gravy in and swelled rhythmically in orgasm. I continued fingering my asshole, stimulating my insides, enhancing the sexual euphoria, as my steaming mound dripped juice along the bathroom floor. My vision blurred, feeling the full force of the powerful quake. The light faded as I fell into world of unconsciousness, basking in the comfort of my newfound love, and the endless pleasure of an absolute anal infatuation. |
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| Foxxy1 | Feb 19 2018, 12:48 AM Post #3 |
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I want Lorne to wear a bear fursuit with a nice girthy hole cut into it. I want him to ride me like his big papa-bear daddy and fuck my tight asshole. I want him to give me his maineberry juice all up in my guts and feel it pour out onto my balls as he pulls out. I've also had fantasies of Lorne wearing socks for 2 or 3 days straight then stuffing them in my mouth to gag me as he fucks my butthole. I'll whimper for him to fuck me harder but he wont be able to hear me through the mass of cotton and skin-cells blocking my voice.
Edited by Foxxy1, Feb 19 2018, 12:51 AM.
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| winelover | Feb 19 2018, 02:47 AM Post #4 |
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I'm walking down a lonely, desolate road in the backwoods of Maine. I'm tired, and hungry for a meal only a man can give me. I hear the engine of a vehicle pulling up behind me. I turn around. I see Lorne. I walk over to the passenger side. He stares at me across the interior of the truck with those piercing blue eyes and laughs that sexy awkward laugh of his as he says, "hey girl, need a ride"? I grin, and slid onto the edge of the warm, vinyl seat. He asks me where I'm headed and I say, husky-voiced, "take me to the bone zone". He leans towards me, grabs my waist with his big strong hands and pulls me all the way inside. My foot catches the door and pulls it closed behind us. I press my palm against the outside of his jeans, and can feel him already hard and throbbing. He paws at my breasts, kisses them and runs his tongue along them. I am already wet as hell and Lorne quickly removes the rest of my clothes. My clit is pulsing and I want to feel him inside me so freaking bad. So as not to jump the gun I decide to take him in my mouth instead of my pussy, hoping that I will be able to satisfy him and that he has the stamina to make it all the way from the appetizer to dessert. To be continued, if anyone wants to hear more It's so good to be able to talk about how I really feel about Lorne, in contrast to my Youtube persona. |
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| Lorne'sDikSucker | Feb 19 2018, 07:38 AM Post #5 |
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Hello thank you for letting me into the group, my name is Christina Guy, this is my first fantasy post. Lorne and I will meet up at a Karaoke bar, he will look up and notice I am the most beautiful woman there because if it is in Maine, it is because I am the only one w a full set of teeth. He will catch my eye and will offer to buy me a beer only to discover that I've already bought him a bud light. I will push the oaf next to me off of the barstool for Lorne who will then ask me to sing Islands In The Stream with him. We will do the best duet ever, Lorne and I will fall in love with me. I will take him to my motel room, he will lotion me up and rub my body and feet with oil. We will take turns sucking on each other's toes. I will remove his hat, peeling it off of his head, there will be a velcro sound probly lol. I will pull his jeans down to his hips to behold his crop circle pubes and take him into my mouth. I find his crop circle pubes very sexy even though everyone makes jokes about it. When Lorne finishes inside of me, we will caress each other and he will cup my buttocks all night long begging for more. To be continued. |
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| JuicyPeachPuss | Feb 19 2018, 01:48 PM Post #6 |
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My favorite lorne fantasy is this: I am walking along the highway hitchhiking and Lorne pulls his truck over and throws the door open. I spread my legs to let the wind flick my white see-through dress between my legs, revealing that I am wearing no panties, taking long steps to the truck. I use the running board to climb into the seat and inhale the musk of cigarettes and hamburgers that wafted through my nostrils as I introduce my rump to his cab passenger seat. I notice that he is already excited as he pulls away from the breakdown lane. I lean over and unbuckle his pants with ease, his trim stomach giving me no problems unbuttoning his wranglers. I lift my ass high in the air and he adjusts the truck mirrors to behold the view of my glorious fuzzy peach through my dress. I'm moist and the dress is sticking to my flaps using the feminine adhesive that Lorne's presence gifted to my vagina. I take his purple headed warrior into my mouth and suckle on his beloved cock with a furious rhythm, my excitement completely barring my ability to give slow and special attention deserved by our cawd. But I was voracious and hungry for his sweet semen. I cupped his bountiful yam bag and started swirling my tongue around his cockhead, coaxing his hot fucking load from his manhood. Finally, I received his creamy thankfluid into my throat as his body struggled to allow a grunt from his tensed muscles. I opened the window to let all the stank out, and to my surprise he pushed me out of the truck onto the ground. He scribbled his number on a piece of paper and threw it at me. Until we meet again, highway romance. |
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| JuicyPeachPuss | Feb 19 2018, 01:50 PM Post #7 |
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Do you think that lorne does anal? His thick meat stick would probably render you with the silent farts for life! |
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| MeSoLorney | Feb 19 2018, 05:36 PM Post #8 |
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Okay, I want Lorne in a more realistic way - dirty. No romance, I want him to take me to an old concrete rest stop restroom that smells like piss, and order me down onto my knees. The cold wet concrete will dig into the soft flesh of my exposed knees as I yank down his pants and reveal his throbbing dong meat. He grabs my head and thrusts his cock into my throat. He grabs me by my hair as his wet and willing skullfuck swallows his hot fucking chode cream. He pulls his cock out and aims it at my face. A hot, strong stream of his piss burns into my skin against the frigidity of the brisk skin-biting weather. I'm warm and readjust my body to show him my bare breasts, begging for more of his shame water. He grabs his now flaccid cock and shakes it dry on me. |
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| Lorne'sBaloney | Feb 22 2018, 04:18 AM Post #9 |
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I've always been really into aliens and I want Lorne to dress up like an alien but with his crotch exposed so I can see his crop circles. Then he can plow my field with his laser gun. |
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| LornesPrincessKate | Feb 22 2018, 07:10 AM Post #10 |
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I am at a Karaoke Bar, I have had a few drinks and I am already feeling tipsy. My friends tell me to get up on the stage and sing a song. Me being as drunk as I am, I thought it would be a good idea. I start moving my hands all over my body, slightly dancing while I am singing for the whole bar to see. I look over to see a man sitting at the bar. He is cute, built good. We have eye contact for a moment, I smile and look away. I get off stage after my song and my friends and I giggle at how silly I was. The next person introduced on stage is the man from the bar. "Hello my name is Lorne Armstrong and I am singing I loved her first" he says to the crowd but directly looking at me. I smile and order another vodka. I ALWAYS get horny on vodka. I normally end up kissing my girlfriends during the night as I am not the type to approach a man. He starts to sing on stage, he sounds like an angel, a REAL country singer. I start to get turned on and find myself putting my hand up my little mini skirt while at the bar. I am wet. I keep eye contact with Lorne while he sings, slowly rubbing my clit. His sweet lips turning me on while I think about them between my legs.. where they belong. I start to moan softly and have to contain myself as I remember I am in public. "Thankyou" he says as he moves off the stage by then I am making my way to the bathroom. In a moments notice I am against the wall. It is Lorne. He smiles as he puts his hand up my skirt to feel my wet pussy. "I could tell you weren't wearing panties" he says to me. He pushes me into the disabled toilets.. He pushes me against the wall again, this time my face against the wall.. He takes off his pants and says "you want this cock? You slutty little girl, i saw what you were doing" Before I can answer he takes out his massive thick cock. I gulp. Scared. It is massive, I have never seen such a large penis in my life. He opens my legs and bends me over and starts to fuck me straight away without asking. I am already dripping wet and it slides straight in. I whimper a little, finding it hard to take such a large dick in my little pussy. He fucks me hard and fast, I can't help but be loud. My pussy is aching, his stamina is amazing. He doesn't give me any warning as I feel pulsing. Lorne came deep inside me. He zips up his pants and starts to leave.. "My name is Kate" I say "Sluts don't have names" he says as he closes the door behind him. I clean myself up and leave the bathroom to see him at the bar, girls surrounding him. Throwing themselves at him.. He takes another girl to the bathroom stall. I guess I couldn't be jealous, such a hot muscular man. He had such a big load it is running down my legs. The only thing I could do is go home, maybe I should have worn panties. Every Saturday since I go to the same bar hoping for round 2. Maybe one day the stallion will let me ride him again. |
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