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My Wife The Cum Slut

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Shelly always maintained that the best part of sex was the gooey feeling that a load of fresh cum left between her legs. “Hmm, I can feel it squish round inside my cunt and then start to run down my thighs,” she would say after a good seeing to.

I always maintained that the best part of sex was feeling her cunt just after some guy or guys had freshly filled it. That and the anticipation of waiting for her to return home, wondering exactly what she was up to, how many men there were, had they stripped her off completely, was she sucking a cock. The feeling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for her was just pure agony.

It all started after watching a program on hookers. One of the girls was about the same age and build as Shelly and she had started her call girl career by designing her own web site. Within weeks she was doing three to four punters a week and earning about £500. “Blimey, if she can earn that with her fat figure, imagine what blokes would pay to fuck you,” I said as we cuddled up together on the sofa. “Would you really like me to fuck other men?” she asked, running her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans. The more I thought about it the more turned on I got until the bulge had turned into a tent. “You bastard,” she joked, grabbing my hard on, “it’s actually turning you on isn’t it, you really would like me to be a whore. Perhaps you’d like to think of me doing this.” She unzipped my flies and pulled my rampant cock free. It was heaven as her tongue lashed round the rim before taking the first few inches in her mouth.

“Oh yeah, that’s it babe, suck it real good, just imagine I’m some bloke in a hotel room and your sucking his cock.” She was kneeling on the sofa beside me, her short skirt riding high on her thighs showing a tantalising glimpse of black stocking. I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the nylon. “Just think, some total stranger would be doing this to you as you sucked his fat cock.” I let my fingers drift over her cunt mound causing her to moan in pleasure. “Would you like that, would you like him to touch your cunt as you suck him?”
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Under The Table

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James pulled the big Chrysler to the front entrance of the Ritz Carlton, then turned his head and chuckled as he watched Louisa pull down the visor mirror to check her makeup for perhaps the tenth time during the short drive from the office to the hotel.

“You look beautiful,” he said, and Louisa blushed at such an effusive comment coming from her boss, a recently-divorced man twenty-five years her senior. He looked pretty damned nice as well, she thought, in his dark blue suit and red tie. She was the first to admit that she loved a man in a suit, and he filled his out perfectly. The invitation had said ‘cocktail attire’; she hadn’t known what that meant, but hoped her green halter dress and black shawl would not be out of place.

It was the MAEM Awards. Though she’d asked repeatedly, Louisa couldn’t remember what the acronym stood for, but she knew it had something to do with marketing. She had only worked at the magazine for a month or so when James asked if she’d like to attend the dressy shindig with the rest of the staff, and naturally, she had said yes. Not because she gave a rat’s ass about the advertising business, of course, but because it would give her an opportunity to make her move. After tonight, she might well be unemployed, riding the next bus back to Indiana. But after weeks of analyzing and fanaticizing, she was ready to risk it all.

Inside, about six hundred people, mostly impossibly attractive, impeccably dressed and coifed advertising executives, packed the Grand Hall, milling about and making liberal use of the bar. The theme was something Spanish-related, apparently, as a salsa band blared and flamenco dancers whirled on a raised platform at the front of the room. Then, directed by some imperceptible signal, everyone broke from their chatty clusters to array themselves at tables of ten. Louisa slid into the chair beside her boss as the lights dimmed, a massive screen appeared, and what promised to be an interminable multimedia presentation of winners began.

“Get comfortable – this is going to take a while,” he said to her as he poured her a glass of wine. Had he been keeping track, he would have realized it was her fourth.

Beneath the table, James’s legs bumped Louisa’s, but neither of them pulled back or muttered apologies. They were knee to knee, wool suit pants touching silken leg. Impulsively, beneath the folds of the tablecloth, Louisa gently put her hand on his upper leg and squeezed.

James glanced at her, a bit surprised, and smiled. Louisa smiled in return and moved her hand slightly, a bit higher.
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Wendys Audition

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Wendy was an aspiring actress. She moved to New York when she was 19 and spent two years trying to get a break into showbiz. She desperately wanted to be a stage actress, with the respect and professionalism that is admired throughout the entertainment world. But New York, just like LA is filled with aspiring actresses, all vying for the same roles.

It wasn’t that Wendy wasn’t attractive. As a tall brunette, 36c, tomboyish frame, off-the-farm fresh good loks, Wendy definitely turned her fair share of heads as she walked down the street. On most days she wore her hair up, especially on auditions as she wanted to be as versatile as possible. It was on her current audition that she realized just how versatile she’d have to be. She had told her temp agency she couldn’t come into work and took the subway to an off-off-off (might as well been in Jersey) Broadway theater.

The ad for the audition didn’t say too much about the production and none of her friends had ever heard of the theater, but she was desperate to get some performances under her belt so she would be taken more seriously at other auditions. As she walked up to the theater she noticed several of the other actresses – all attractive, various ages, various sizes. It was the nature of an open call, all of these women were desperate on some level to perform.

Wendy signed in with the assistant over seeing the group and tried to get some information from him regarding the nature of the play, what roles were open, anything, but all the assistant would say is “the director will give you all the information you need.” He then handed her a form to fill out for the director to look at during the audition.

Wendy took a seat and started going over the form. Most of the questions were what was to be expected: name, date of birth, experience, but some of them were a bit odd: Are you a virgin?, Have you ever done a nude scene?, Would you be adverse to doing a nude scene for a play?

She hesitated and decided that it wasn’t like it was a movie, it was a play in an out of the way theater that no one would ever see. So she indicated she would be willing to do a nude performance.

The auditions were moving quick. Most women went to the stage and returned minutes later rushing out of the theater. When they called Wendy’s name she took a deep breath and walked down the hallway and onto the stage. There were maybe 8 people sitting in the front row. One of them flipped through a stack of papers.

“What is your name, honey?”

“Wendy, Wendy Carlson.”

“Ah, here you are,” he said as he plucked on piece of paper from the small pile. “Let me see, it says here you’ve only done amateur productions with one bit part at the Tyler Theater.”

“That is correct.”

“It also says here that you are willing to perform nude.”

“Uh,” Wendy hesitated.

“Well, are you or aren’t you?”
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Birthday Party Girl

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Let me begin by telling you a little about myself. My name’s Elaine and I’m 39 years old. I have a son and have been happily married for 12 years. In my bare stockings I’m 5’9” tall with long blond hair. I can best describe myself as having a voluptuous body shape, which some in this world of anorexic women might say is a little overweight. But boy do I have curves! My measurements are 36(D)-28-40 or in simple terms an hourglass figure. Anyway standing in front of a mirror, naked, I look Ok, my boobs might have dropped a little from 10 years ago (you can’t blame them, can you!), but I can still turn heads, if I want too that is.

Well enough of me. This true story relates to my 38th birthday party, thrown by my loving husband, who shall remain nameless.

It began when I walked out of the shower. I was still drying myself with a large fluffy towel when he walked in. “You look gorgeous,” he said as he moved to my side, instantly kissing my lips tenderly. His hand instinctively moved to my uncovered breasts squeezing their fullness. What is it with men and breasts?

Breaking briefly from sucking on one of my nipples, now erect and very sensitive, he asked me what I was wearing. Between my soft moans I said a cream, silk blouse and long brown velvet skirt. He nodded his approval as he grated my nipple between his front teeth. “Ouch” that hurt. I pushed him away. “Yeh but it makes them hard.” He was right, my nipples stay erect for ages when aroused.

Even at the party I could still feel them tingle and they pushed against the lace of my balconette bra, which seemed to just rub them enough to keep them that way. I adjusted the fabric in an attempt to relieve the pressure, and only succeeded to undue a furtherbutton of my blouse. I noticed Steve, one of my husband’s friends looking. I smiled and he smiled back before he walked over and started chatting. He was tall, at about 6’2 and with a quite chunky build. He worked in computers like my husband. I couldn’t stop myself looking in to his deep blue eyes as he talked. He positioned himself close to me so he could hear me speak. His eyes kept glancing at my chest and the pale flesh of my breasts. I smiled. I liked the attention.

As the evening wore on I played the birthday girl perfectly. Flirting a little with various people, but more often than not ending up with Steve. He got braver and held me by my waist pulling me on to him as we swayed to the heavy beat of a record. I rubbed myself against him and could feel his erection pushing against me. His big hand squeezed my bottom. I felt hot, excited. My heart beat increased and I felt my chest rise and fall with increased vigor. Steve watched as my breasts swelled almost emerging from the confines of the lace cups. Steve whispered in my ear ” you’re a horny little minx, you’ve got me all excited.” “I know I can feel you,” came my quick reply. I tried to stop myself but I was turned on.

Then the bombshell came. “Well what are you going to do about it?” I stopped my gyrating. I never thought it would go this far, but as he spoke he dropped his head and kissed me. It was over quickly, but it was the first real kiss I’d had with a man other than my husband in 12 years. I could have died in his arms. My whole body shook with excitement.
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Weekend Getaway

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It is about 8pm on a Friday evening, and we had decided earlier that afternoon to spend some time out of town and do some impulsive shopping at Victoria Secrets. After milling over a few selections in your mind you decided on deep purple push-up bra and waist garter with white stocking straps. You were anxious to get back to the hotel room to try it on, and after 20 minutes or so behind a closed bathroom door, admiring yourself and your new find in front of the large bathroom mirror, you seemed pleased with your selection. Much to my disappointment, you refused to let me see you in your new outfit, but promised that I would get my opportunity later in the evening. My mind raced as I envisioned your hardened nipples protruding from over the edges of that new bra.

Around 4 o’clock, after browsing through stores most of the day, we decided to venture down to the lounge inside the Marriott and grab a few drinks before going in search of dinner. After a nice afternoon, we were both fairly relaxed and seemed in good spirits. We both had several drinks at the bar, laughed a bit and then decided it was about time to head out for something to eat. You insisted that I have another drink while you headed up to the room for a quick shower and to get dressed for the evening. At your request, I stayed behind for a few minutes and you headed upstairs.

Once back in the room, your mind began to wander about the events that lie head. As the hot water from the shower pelted off your back and the bar of soap caressed your body, you could feel the excitement swell from within inside. Your eyes closed as the steam built in the shower and your fantasy began to take life as your hands slowly brushed across your wet nipple and the warm water trickled down your stomach, over your soft mound and through the tingling crevices of vagina. You imagined the swollen head of a hard penis slowly prodding at the entrance to your waiting hole, and felt the gentle biting and sucking of hot breath and a wet tongue across your breast. Inspired by the vision, you finished the shower and proceeded to towel dry and slip into your sexy purple outfit for an adventurous evening. You and I had discussed your fantasy on several previous occasions, but tonight you were feeling particularly in control of your own destiny.

As I came back into the hotel room you were just slipping into a pair of tight jeans and a button-down white shirt for dinner. We had decided to go out to Outback, and as we headed out, I was intrigued by the way the your breasts teased me through the translucent nature of your shirt and hint of purple lace the shown through. For a fleeting moment I imagined how your nipples would be displayed in public, through the thin fabric of your shirt if they became aroused. My dick stirred at the thought as we started down towards the parking lot.
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Steamy Wife Steamy Fucking

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We were on our way to the beach. It was a beautiful day and I was so excited! My husband and I needed to relax, he has been working so hard lately! My poor husband. We’ve been married only six months and it seems he’s had to work night and day since then. I love him, but I miss him. Especially I miss him at night! And especially since we’re trying to get pregnant. It seems like we’ve only had sex a couple of times since we got married. And since I had saved myself for him, that’s all I’ve had in my life. But his work is important to him. He’s the head maintenance man and the local college and since it’s an old place it needs him too.

But today was his day off, even though there was a big basketball game at school. I know he was nervous about not being there, but like I said we both needed it.

We were getting close to the beach and still the traffic was moving. My husband, naughty guy, suggested I change into my suit in the car so we could swim when we got there. Well, I wasn’t going to take the chance of someone seeing me naked! Fortunately, I had worn my bikini under my clothes, so I didn’t have to disappoint him totally. First I took of my blouse, revealing the little bit of fabric that held up my breasts (not that they needed much holding up). I bought the bikini on our honeymoon and wanted to surprise him today. Boy was he surprised! Then I lifted my butt from the seat and shimmied out of my shorts, revealing my equally minimal bikini bottom. “Do you think you should wear that in public?’ he asked. “Silly, it’s the beach. Everyone will have something like this if not less,” I told him. I was hoping that I was right, ’cause I was kind of nervous myself about it.

Then it happened. His beeper, his cursed beeper, had to go off. God I hated that thing. “Oh god honey, I’m sorry” he said. “The page says there’s an emergency in the gym and they need me.” I didn’t argue, because it’s not my place and because I knew it wouldn’t do any good. So he turned the car around and headed for the college.

When we got to the gym, he took my hand and brought me inside. “I don’t want any of these college guys seeing you like this!” he said. I’m only 22 so I still look like I belong in college, but I knew what he meant. Of course I loved my husband and wouldn’t give a second thought to some college geek who tried to hit on me. So inside we went. When we got inside, one of his men was waiting for him. It took him a minute to explain what was going on because he kept stopping and staring at me. I guess my bikini wasn’t meant for this place! Anyway, he explained to my husband that there was a steam leak in the hot water heater in the visitors’ locker room and the visiting team couldn’t get enough hot water to shower. We were standing outside the visitors room and I could hear the guys yelling and complaining. “Wait here,” my husband told me. “I’ll be right back.” And in he went with the guy who met us at the door.

“C’mon honkey, I need a shower!” I heard someone yell when they entered. That wasn’t nice language, I thought to myself. What must the white guys on his team think of him, I wondered.

I was waiting only a short time when I distinctly heard my husband yell as if he were hurt. Without thinking, I ran into the locker room, and that’s when everything changed. Standing in front of me were more black men than I could count, most of them stark naked! I couldn’t believe the size of their penises! I mean I assumed my husband was an average size, since his was the only one I’d seen. But so many so big! I stood, mesmerized. Then I heard a hissing sound, and it shook me from my hypnosis. “Honey, are you alright? I called.

“Yes, I’m fine. I cut myself on a pipe, but I’ll be OK. I need to get this leak stopped,” he replied. Slowly, the room was filling with steam. The vision in front of me was awesome. Men and men and men, all black, all naked, and all with huge (should I say it?) – dicks – staring at me as I stared back. And then it started to happen. The ones closest to me, they were all I could see by then, started to get excited! I watched as one black dick after another began to harden and rise. Oh My! I couldn’t believe how much there was. These were giant men and had giant (oh my god) – cocks! And still the room filled with steam until it was getting hard to see anything. I was a little disappointed because I sure was enjoying the show!
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Lunch With Kinky Office Guy

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Another day, another dollar, as the saying goes, but like most people, Reanne dreaded the boring routine that work brings. The same job, the same questions, the same answers, dull, dull, dull.

The only thing that brightens the day is the hour she gets for lunch. Her special time to get away from things, but today is different. There is a certain electricity in the air, something is going to happen, she’s just not sure what.

On the drive into work, Reanne’s mind wanders off on the possibilities of what today might bring. She knows he will be there and she’s noticed that he’s paying a lot more attention to her lately. Is it the new cut and color? Spending an insane amount of money, she decided that she better like the new look. Maybe it’s the confidence that exudes from her that’s drawn his attention. Either way, she’s certainly liked being noticed.

The drive is longer than normal; traffic seems to be moving at a snail’s pace. Reanne looks at the speedometer, 45mph. It seems more like 15mph. Her thoughts flash a picture of Alex, her fantasy man. Tall, dark salt and pepper hair, goatee, nice ass too, she decides. Reanne has wondered what a night with him would be like – even an afternoon, she thinks and silently giggles. Better keep that thought tucked safe in my head, she thinks to herself.

Upon arriving at the office, Reanne starts her day with the same routine. Having been there only a few minutes, she is already bored. She looks around to see if he is at his desk, hoping that no one notices as she fidgets at her desk. Cannot have the whole office thinking that there is something going on. Her nipples harden from the chill of the air conditioners, or is it the thought of him kissing her neck.

Boink!

Her computer beeps with an incoming email. It’s from Misty, the busybody in the office. She always knows everyone’s business. Reanne opens the email. It’s a luncheon invitation.

“Hmm, well at least I can get the scoop on everyone if I go with her,” she tells no one in particular.

She begins to type her acceptance when the computer boinks again with another email. Just about ready to hit the send button in reply to Misty’s email, Reanne notices that electricity again. Something, instinct perhaps, tells her to open the incoming mail.

It’s not an inter-office email this time, but from a name she’s not familiar with. It reads, Subject- What’s up?

About to delete it, Reanne notices the sender’s sine.

Kinkyofficeguy.

Intrigued, she decides to take the chance of infecting the computer by opening an email from an unknown source.

“Kinkyofficeguy, hmm?”

More electricity courses through her body as she opens the email and sees a short note.

“Please join me for an unforgettable lunch.”

Her heart quickens. Could this be him?

The mind is a funny thing. Perhaps as a protection mechanism, a picture of the boss flashes in her head. He’s a really nice man, but nothing to look at. Another thought of him naked, sitting behind his desk, motioning for her to come into his office, telling her to close the door flashes in Reanne’s head.

“Eewwww”, she hears herself say out loud.

She hits the send button for Misty’s email.

“Lunch sounds good. I’ll meet you at your cube at 1130a”.

She then deletes kinkyofficeguy’s email without a response.

The morning goes by in it’s usual slowness. The clock says 1115a.

Boink! Another email.

Subject-Lunch, sender-Misty.

What now! Reanne wonders.

“Sorry, husband just called, can’t make lunch. Maybe tomorrow?” the message reads.

Reanne replies with her regrets, saying that she hopes everything is ok. She decides to go to the park and fantasize some more. As she gets up to leave, her computer boinks again. Reanne decides to read it after lunch and walks out.

Not feeling very hungry, she finds a nice spot with just enough shade to keep her from getting too hot while sitting in her car. Her eyes close as she listens to the radio. Her mind wanders.

Boink! Another message from kinkyofficeguy.

Subject-office play.

Why does he keep sending me messages? she asks herself. Almost ready to delete it again, she changes her mind.

“Lets see what the boss has in mind!” she says aloud.

Message- Cuffs, blindfolds, leather straps. Sound interesting?

If it hadn’t been such a pathetic message, she’d laugh out loud and delete the message.

Boink! Subject-Something’s Rising!

“This is becoming harassment. I’m going to complain.”

Reanne having fallen asleep in her car, wakes herself from the disturbing dream. Looking at her watch, she sighs with relief, realizing that it’s only 1201p.

“Maybe I should go eat something”.

She starts her car and gets ready to leave the park. Looking into the rearview mirror, she sees Alex sitting in his car reading a paper.

“Funny that he’d come to the same park.”

Deciding to turn her engine off, she opens the car door and walks around outside hoping that he’ll notice and wave or something. Peeking over the top of her sun glasses, Reanne looks to see if he’s looking.

He’s not.

In an effort to get his attention, she stretches her arms back pushing her breasts out and making a stretching noise.

He looks in her direction, smiles and waves. He leans over and sarcastically shouts out his window,

“Hey, can ya keep it down a little? I’m trying to read here,” smiling warmly.

Reanne notices that his eyes linguered on her breasts a little longer, before taking her in from head to toe. She gives him a wry smile and asks what he’s reading.

“Nothing much,” is his only reply as he puts his magazine down.

Reanne walks over to his car, if for no other reason than to get a peek at his choice of reading material, but mostly to look into his dark lustful eyes.

“So, no lunch plans today?” he asks.

“I was going to lunch with Misty, but she had to cancel. What about you?”

“Well, I was hoping to meet someone for lunch, but I was left hanging, so here I am”.

Reanne’s heart skips a beat. Was HE the one that sent the email?

“Shit!” she hears herself say.

“What’s wrong?” he asks,

“Oh, uh, I just looked at my watch. I’d love to stay, but I gotta get back,” she lies. “I’ll see you back at the office Alex,” she continues.

Walking back to her car, she curses herself for thinking that the boss was sending the email.

“What about that day dream I had a moment ago? Cuffs, blindfolds, leather straps?” Reanne says as she climbs into her car.

Intrigued, Reanne cannot wait to get back to the office and send Alex her own sexy email. She can feel herself become moist at the thought. Racing back to the office in hopes of sending her email before he returns, she thinks of what to write. After a short pause, she decides on what it will be. Arriving back to her desk, she ignores the email that’s waiting for her and begins her own sexy email message.

“Hmm, lets see,” she says, and then types away with a passion that she didn’t know existed.

Finished and very satisfied, Reanne hits the send button. Excited, she can hardly wait for his return and reply. Again, her nipples become hard, but this time it’s not from the air conditioning, in fact the office seems rather hot. The heat emanating from her excitement keeps her warm and wet.

The thought of using the restroom for some personal time goes through her head, but she decides to wait for his reply.

Boink!

“Ah, there it is,” she tells herself.

Not thinking about that fact that he’s not returned from his lunch yet, she opens the message. It says,

From-kinkyofficeguy.

Subject-lunch…. The message says,

“Blindfolds, cuffs, leather straps? My, my, you are a kinky girl. I know just the place. Meet me after work”.
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The Head Cheerleader

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“Here’s a picture of me at Mt. Rushmore.” The girl in the picture was a High School aged version of my Jan. The similarities were obvious, though over 10 years had passed since this photo was taken.

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon; our planned picnic had been aborted. Looking for something to do after a morning of sex, Jan brewed a pot of coffee and we started going through old photo albums. Though a wantonly sexual creature, I had always enjoyed Jan’s sentimental side. We had been at it for hours, looking at the photos of her childhood and High School and college years.

She turned a page in the album. She grimaced. “Oh, this is me on the cheerleading team.” Once again the girl in the photo was my Jan, looking very girlish. The blue sweater she wore in the photo fit relatively loosely, her skirt shorter than anything I’d seen her wear in the six months we’d been dating, her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“I like it!” I smiled wickedly. Jan wasn’t the kind of girl I would have pictured as a cheerleader. A staunch feminist, she was very vocal about girls being pigeonholed into gender roles.

“Oh, I was so dumb!” She was on the verge of getting mad. “I can’t believe I did something so stupid!”

“It’s just something girls that age do,” I stroked her hair lightly, “besides, you were definitely cute enough to pull it off!”

“Oh stop!”

“No, really,” I grinned, “you could still pull that look off if you wanted to.”

I was trying to flatter her, but I wasn’t exaggerating. at 28, Jan still had a cute quality about her with her slightly upturned nose and infectious smile. Her body was still trim, though her hips had widened a bit over the years.

“I don’t ever want to look so stupid again!” She was a little angry.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m just teasing you a little.”

“It’s not you.” She turned the page in the album. That page contained a number of cheerleader photos as well.

“What is it then?” I asked. I was a little concerned about her mood. “Bad memories?”

“Sort of. Do you see this picture?” She pointed to a photo of her and the rest of the squad in a posed photo. “This was before my first game. Just before the game my boyfriend saw me in the hallway. We stepped into a doorway and made out for a couple of minutes. His dick was so hard! He was feeling me up under my sweater and I was getting really hot for him. I told him how bad I wanted him and we decided to meet after the game.

“During the game, boys I knew from school came up and talked to me. Boys who normally didn’t talk to me now acted like we were old friends. I noticed a few of them had hard ons.” She grinned at me. “Yeah, girls notice that sort of thing. I started realizing the effect I had on boys, and it was getting me a little worked up. I was a little more enthusiastic, my leg kicks were higher, and I wiggled my ass more seductively. Cheering was making me really hot!

“By the end of the game, my panties were soaked! I needed my boyfriend so bad! We met just outside the locker room right after the game. I pushed him into an unlocked Janitor’s closet and started kissing him. I had planned to take him home and fuck him, but I was so horny. I could feel his hard cock as he ground it against my belly.
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Naughty Time

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I can never forget the most naughtiest fuck of my life. I think it’s because It was also one of my best as well….

I was at one of my best friends wedding reception. We had known each other for years and we had grown up and learnt everything together. And I mean EVERYTHING! I was wearing quite a revealing dress for the occasion as it was mid summer and very hot. The combination of the dress and the heat was really starting to turn me on and I couldn’t help but discreetly sneak my fingers up my dress underneath the table. After a while of pleasing myself, my glance briefly came in line with the groom, Tony. He was staring right at me with a very mischievious grin on his face. I had always thought he was quite attractive and knowing he had caught me out just turned me on even more. I had also heard that he had quite a lot in a certain department and that he knew how to use it.

Without thinking, I got up from the table and slowly walked past where he was sitting. As I past him, I turned around slightly and mouthed out “room 14” really slowly. I detected a slight nod from him and he mouthed back “5 minutes.” I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but sure enough I was on my way to my room, number 14 and getting more and more excited by the second.

I had just gone inside when I heard a knock on the door. Starting to breathe heavily, I spun around and opened it. It was Tony, who immediately grabbed me and threw me on the bed. He slammed the door shut and took off his jacket shirt and tie straight away staring at me all the time. He then told me how he had always wanted to fuck me hard ever since he had first met me and that because it was his wedding day to someone else, just turned him on so much.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled the zip on my dress down while I started to loosen his belt. As we did this, my tits popped out right in front of his face and Tony just burried his head in them. He then stripped my dress and panties off me and took a step back. By now I was getting extremely wet, and there was only one thing I wanted: COCK!
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Hot Tub Party

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It was just a normal night out. I night filled with drinking and dancing and socializing. Little did I know that it had been worth my while to wear the nice black lace bra and panties that my lover had bought for me as he had quite the night planned out for me. I didn’t have a clue.

As the night wore on I became tipsier and flirtier. I was shamelessly flirting with most of my lover’s friends until one of them half jokingly said if I didn’t stop teasing, he would follow me up on my innuendoes. I laughed him off telling him only in his wildest, hottest, steamiest fantasies. He just gave me a look that melted my pussy and made my knees weak. If I had known at that time what they had planned and what lay in store for me, I would have acted on that right then and there.

It was time to leave the bar as it was almost closing time. The guys had decided to go back to John’s to drink more beer and order pizza. I was game. I was also wishing for some lounge wear if we were hanging around. Bar clothes are great for being out, but not for hanging out. John assured me he would definitely make me comfortable when we got to his house.

The cars pulled up to the house and we all piled out. I realized that my sweet and darling lover was not in the first to cars that were at the house, he was in the beer run vehicle. I didn’t think anything of it. We headed in and as I explored the house, I discovered John was holding out on us, as there was a hot tub in the back. I gleefully cried out ‘Hot Tub Party’ and we all headed out the back. Now when you take a bunch of good-looking mid-20 early 30-year-olds add alcohol and mix in a hot tub, things can get very interesting.

I wasn’t even thinking about Jake’s early threats of revenge, I was just concerned with relaxing in the tub and having some laughs and a few more drinks. That is until I felt a hand on my thigh. Above the water, you wouldn’t know what was happening, and beneath the concealment of the bubbles and darkness of the back yard I started to receive some caresses which were working their way up my thigh. I was hiding that there was anything goin on uder the water, continuing the conversation with Mark who was on my other side. I finally realized that it wasn’t my lover beside but his buddy Jake. He whispered that the revenge had just begun. I realized that during my intense conversation that the other girls had disappeared into the house with their respective guys and that it was only Mark, Dave and Jake in the tub with me.
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