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I'm NOT here for a relationship! Leave this sleeping wolf alone!
Mine is a different perspective on most of life, being that my thoughts are comprised of streaming images, rather than words. This means that I am not very accomplished in group conversations, as it takes too long for any witty repartee I may have to translate from wordless mental movie into dialog, and you know the old saying, a picture is worth a thousand words, well that just makes deciding on the correct words to speak that much more difficult. However, I write; some of the most uncanny, possibly off-putting, stories, fairy tales, poems and erotica you may well rather avoid reading. So my purpose here is to corrupt the minds of readers with my writing.
Beyond that, I'm more blunt and tactless than you'll probably care to put up with. The bald truth hurts, which makes honesty a precious cruelty, and that's why it can be so humiliating and embarrassing on top of being extremely rare. I'm very easy to please, in that I love perfection, yet, even so, I settle for reality. I won't be finished until they pound the last nail in the lid, but I'm hurrying as quickly as I want to. If you don't agree with any of my statements, I really don't care and don't need to know your opinions, I have enough of my own.
Monachopsis: the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
This profile is not an open invitation to the timid and meek. I have a very dry, wry sense of humor, seemingly almost nonexistent. Drama out of Hollywood lacking the class of "The African Queen" with Humphrey Bogart and Katharine Hepburn does less than nothing for me. The same goes for your drama. I'm utterly bored with most media, so if your opening attempt to reach out to me is some youtube link before you have personal knowledge of my likes and dislikes, you just failed dismally. There are few operas I care for. I detest zoos, as I believe in freedom and not endangering Nature or any species other than the human unkind, but I don't believe I can save the world, so I'm more than likely totally disinterested in any of your causes brought on by your Madonna complex. Nor am I a fan of television or any board or electronic games whatsoever. I'm addicted to synapses. I am a godless pagan and have no interest at all in either what you believe, or why you believe it, so take your god and go the fuck away! Basically I'm telling you, I'm damn near unreachable if your life is filled with what I consider vile drivel, and no one can change me, so don't bother me and we'll get along just fine.
I'm an introvert, bordering on being a sociopath, with a darkly bloodthirsty sadistic and primal side, seething at having to control my desire to erase careless and thoughtless cruelty, crassness and crudity wherever I find it. Its not that I don't enjoy being with others, because I do, especially if we share common interests, ideals and approaches to people and life, but my enjoyment of others is quickly shattered by my perception of another's dishonesty.
Honesty is a hard limit for me. I truly don't care what others think, so I will bare my soul and reveal anything about myself with complete accuracy and with no excuses to try and validate my actions unless I'm questioned for more details. Judge me as you wish, for your approval or disgust means less than nothing to my existence. I don't expect the same from others, we're not all made with this "Damn All" outlook, so I accept and "except" the sin of omission from friends and acquaintances and withhold negative feelings while seeking further answers at a later time if I feel its important.
Many say they are empaths, and I'm fine with this, if they are female. I also believe female intuition, mothers' instincts and inexplicable connections to the Earth's and Mother Nature's energies exist for those born with all the genetic formulations to conceive and give birth. I've relied on body language, unusual perceptiveness and primal instincts, as well as the reactions of the many wolves I've raised, to conclude someone is being dishonest. This hasn't always worked, and even less so since I no longer live in an environment allowing me to raise wolves as members of my family, but my perceptiveness is such that the percentages are in my favor. If all of this hasn't scared you off, you should nevertheless, beware of my intensity, though knowing and trusting I'll always put your well-being first and do so with compassion.
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Favorite quote: "I've got no dog in this race, I'm betting on the rabbit." me
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Dirty Deeds
I'm Shellie, and I'm a wife and a cock addicted cum-slut for the aroused fulfillment of my husband's, and now my own, fantasies. It's wonderful to feel so liberated. We've always been firm believers in letting ourselves explore a wide range of dirty and perverse sexual fantasies. We'd spend hours Read more…in the heat of our raunchy weekend play, hotly whispering our desires and spinning scenarios we'd probably never really carry out. Yet verbalizing them to imagine how far we could push our boundaries had always been part of the thrill. How was I to know that we were opening a dangerous door that one day I'd have trouble closing again? My cheating, if you want to call it that, is all part of the fantasy. So if you want to get technical about it, this isn't completely my doing.
The first time Tom brought up the idea of me fucking other men, I thought he was trying to test me. Maybe he was worried about my promiscuous past and was wondering if I was still willing and wanting to fuck other men. I felt my cunt tense around his cock as he started telling me how hot it would be to hear me tell him in dirty detail how I'd just been fucked by a total stranger and let him turn me into a slut. An inexplicable primal kind of arousal flamed through me as we began to spin details of the fantasy. I felt Tom take control and pin me down on the bed, his breath hot in my ear, telling me how exciting it would be to know I had submitted myself completely to all the whims of strangers and then come home to him to playfully torture him with every filthy detail.
As Tom finally climaxed in me, I took over. I slid out from under him, climbed on top of him and straddled his face, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his face up into my cunt with his fresh sperm gushing out of my slit, saying "Remember this taste because all of any strangers' sperm will taste different. Every time some stranger blasts sperm into me from now on, you will know." Me forcing him to clean his own sperm out of my kitty made his cock so hard he had to fuck me again. Tom was every bit as sexually adventurous and twisted as I was, and I started to realize how, although there was something to be said about quality over quantity, I still craved sexual attention from other men, even though I had everything I needed between Tom and I.
But for Tom the idea of me subjecting myself to sexual defilement from strange men to taunt and tease him with was the ultimate in my feminine abilities and charms in the seduction of him. My using the tease of me dressing in very provocative outfits, flashing apparently illicit views of intimate private parts of my body to other men and openly flirting with random men while out with Tom, plus having me boldly seeking out wild and perverse sexual exploits as I encourage my body be used by total and utter strangers to release all of their lusts into; these carnal allures used as a source of enticing my husband's lust to a fevered pitch were the ultimate incitements to keep my man achingly breathless over me. Then revealing every detail of my cheating sexual adventures in such a sensually compelling way so as to edge him into ascending levels of continual and ever increasing arousal. Since he loves being turned on by such sordid scenarios, it is what he has always urged me to do, just as it excites him to think that I might be doing some sexy, naughty thing whenever he and I aren't hand in hand.
So my friend Missy suggested a 'girls night' out at our favorite bar one Friday evening. Tom's response when I told him about it was, "I know you'll be drunk when you get home."
"And why are you so sure of that?" I laughed.
"Cause Missy is a party girl... and let's face it... a bit of a slut too." He was lounging in the doorway to the bathroom watching me through the mirror with a smirk. "Speaking of sluts, isn't that the dirty-girl outfit that I just bought you last week. I thought you were going to wear it when we go out together next week."
I leaned back to kiss his lips reassuringly. "I'll still wear it next weekend for you, I promise. But I know Missy will dress sexy tonight, and I don't have anything else that's quite this perfect. Plus this way we won't have to worry about standing in line or cover charge at the door. One of the many advantages of girls night." I said with a wink.
"Hmm... free entrance, free cover... and surely lots of free drinks from guys who will be dying to fuck your hot little body," he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my short black skirt as I wriggled against him playfully. "Just checking to see if you're wearing panties."
"I am, as you can plainly see." I said sticking my tongue out at him in our reflection in the mirror as my skirt slid up over my little red sheer panties.
"I'll have to check and make sure you're still wearing them at the end of the night." he teased slipping a finger inside and running it up the length of my silky smooth slit. "Who knows what kind of trouble you'll end up getting into."
"Who knows? I might be a very bad girl tonight."
"I hope so." he grinned, biting my ear.
As Missy and I walked into the bar, and I heard the deep bass beats of the music, and felt that vibe of energy and people, I started to remember how much fun clubbing with her used to be. I loved getting the stares and the attention as we made our way to the bar. There was nothing like two hot girls hand in hand, walking across the room amidst crowds of men and their glaring 'girlfriends'. It felt good to turn heads, and we welcomed the first round of drinks from a group of guys standing nearby. It was the start of a great night. I had that feeling right from the start.
The rhythm of the music was pounding, the heat from the bar, and the people who were dancing under the lights; it was dizzying and electrifying at the same time. Missy and I were dancing sexy on the floor together, pressed against each other provocatively as we typically do when we're drunk and riding a great high. I could feel the dampness of my body as I moved to the music, blissfully unaware that we were being watched by a group of guys in the raised VIP section of the bar, until Missy leaned into my ear.
"There's a group of hot guys up there are motioning for us to join them. Can we... please?"
Missy was single and always looking to hook up with someone when she was drunk, so of course I obliged her. We made our way up past the sectioned off velvet rope as they quickly cleared some room for us. There were six of them, all attractive, and who looked to be in their late twenties and early thirties. They were just out on a random guy's night, but they clearly knew how to party in style. The Grey Goose was flowing and the drinks were being handed to us in a never ending delivery, and obviously being poured with a heavy hand.
"So, are you girls single?" one guy named Bill asked me as I danced near the back bench he was sitting on.
I shook my head. "I'm not, but my friend Missy is."
I glanced over and saw Missy grinding and making out with one of his friends, clearly already having taken her pick of them.
Bill smirked at me playfully. "So your boyfriend doesn't mind if you're dressed all sexy like this and partying it up tonight without him?"
I laughed. "He bought me this outfit first of all, and secondly... no, he's not jealous like that. He actually likes it when I'm a bad girl."
He grinned at me and sat back to watch my long legs as I danced. The lusty look in his eyes, combined with the thrill of his attention on me, encouraged me to dance a little sexier, enjoying teasing him just as much as he was enjoying the show I was putting on.
"Hmm... I'm pretty sure you'd be in trouble if he could see you right now."
"Not even a little bit." I assured him with a wink.
Encouraged by my comment, he stood up and came a little closer, leaning against the railing.
"So how bad are you allowed to be?" he asked with obvious interest. "Hypothetically speaking, of course."
I laughed and took another sip of my vodka soda, pausing for a minute and suddenly realizing how drunk I was. I could feel the intoxication of the alcohol combined with the rush of the cocaine Missy and I had been doing bumps of, giving me a kind of euphoric overconfidence. I hadn't partied this way in a long time and the buzz was exhilarating, making me feel bolder than I normally would have. I leaned into him, smelling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the warmth of his chest as I whispered into his ear.
"I'm allowed to be very bad. In fact, that's actually part of his fantasy."
"Oh yeah? Your boyfriend fantasizes about you being a little slut, does he?" I could feel the sudden shift in energy as he picked up on an obvious opportunity.
"Very slutty." I said, thinking back to all my kinky conversations with Tom and all the hot sordid fucking and sucking that always followed.
I began to imagine how intense it'd be when I related this story to Tom. I felt my panties start to dampen in response as I fanned myself lightly. The night was suddenly feeling very full of possibilities. I started turning the idea over in my mind while I looked out over the dance floor, leaning on the railing with this random good-looking stranger. The wheels started spinning in my mind, daring me. Finally with an unexpected decisiveness, I turned to him and smiled.
"Why don't you come with me..."
The next few hours seemed to pass in a hazy mess of drunken hedonistic debauchery. It was near closing time and I was still in the VIP bathroom, leaning against the door.
"Are you sure you're able to get home okay? Your friend left with our buddy ages ago." Bill said.
I grinned at him, waving my hand dismissively. "I'm fine, I just have to make a quick phone call."
I watched Bill walk away and moved back into the bathroom and closed the door, looking at my reflection in the mirror and the wicked smirk playing on my lips as I waited to hear Tom's voice on the other end of the cell phone. When he answered, I felt a little electric thrill rush through me, especially as I began to beg him sweetly to come pick me up at the bar.
"Missy left already and I don't have enough money for a cab." I said. "Please come... I promise I'll make it worth your while..."
He laughed, although clearly not happy by how late I was calling. Of course, he decided to humor me.
"I'll be there in ten minutes, but make sure you're out front."
I hung up and ran my hands through my clumpy hair, trying to smooth down my rumpled skirt. Thank god for long hair. I let it partially hide my face as I waited just the right amount of time and then snuck across the mostly empty bar to the front door. I saw Tom's large black SUV pull up in front of the bar and I hurried outside, thinking that the warm August night still felt cooler than the hot blood and burst of adrenaline running through my veins as I slid into the passenger seat.
"Hey you." he said glancing at my messy hair, and flushed wet face. "Wow, you look like you must have been dancing up a storm."
I laughed mischievously. "Something like that. Hey, pull into that parking lot for a second. I want to tell you something."
"Seriously? Can't it wait until we get home?"
I just grinned wickedly at him. "Nope, I can't wait so long."
He was looking at me with a kind of curious suspicion, clearly uncertain about what to expect as he obliged me by pulling into the dark empty parking lot one street over. He put the car into park, and turned to me, amused by my obvious energy and excitement.
"Wow, you're sooo drunk. Were you girls partying a little harder than usual?"
"Hmm... maybe just a little harder," I teased, reaching over him and pushing the buttons to move his seat back as far as it could go.
"Aww, Shellie, why don't we just go home to our nice big bed and our..."
"Shhh..." I whispered, pressing my finger to his lips. I giggled, pressing a little harder on his full bottom lip, forcing them to part until the tip of my finger was in his mouth. As I slid it in a little further, I watched his reaction slowly begin to change. His green eyes widened just a little, obviously recognizing a familiar and yet unfamiliar taste.
Before he could say anything I quickly, slid into his lap, firmly straddling him, and feeling my short black skirt riding up my thighs.
"I don't want you to say anything just yet," I whispered hotly, as I raked my hands over his chest. "I want to tell you all about my night." I leaned into him, pressing my lips against his neck, and leaving soft biting kisses in my wake. "All about my long... dark... ever so dirty... night."
I heard his murmur and knew he smelled it on me. The unmistakable aroma of breeding, the aftermath of fucking; sweat and sperm and other body fluids and scents. In the heat of the night I could smell it too, in my hair, and on my skin, still wet on my cheek and beginning to puddle in my soaking wet red thong as my legs splayed out to grip his thighs in the front seat of the SUV.
"I was a very bad girl tonight." I teased him, as I let my hands trail down his muscular chest and linger on the buckle of his jeans. Finally my hand moved down further and I could feel the unmistakable bulge in his pants, letting me know he was just as aroused as I was. "In fact... I wasn't just a bad girl... I was a positively filthy whore."
I watched the quick rise and fall of his chest as he began to process the implications of what I just said. On so many occasions I have teased him this way verbally after coming home from a night out. But the reality of the situation was so fresh it made it feel more real. He reached up to twine his fingers into the damp tangle of my long blonde hair, lingering over the hardening slimy patches, his eyes wide with fear and arousal.
"Did you..." he finally managed to say, with a mixture of jealous shock and horrified, gut wrenching excitement, "really fuck someone?"
"Uh uh," I said moving my hand rhythmically over his hard-on, stroking his throbbing length through his jeans. "I'm the one telling this story. No interruptions."
I leaned away from him until I felt the steering wheel touch my back. The short black skirt immediately slid upward, exposing the red mesh panties he had inspected before I went out for the night.
"See I'm still wearing them," I teased. "But I had to, otherwise all of the sperm would be running down my legs right now." I moved just enough to let the light of the street lamps in the parking lot beam through the tinted window enough for him to see the shinily glistening puddle of pearly slimy wetness quickly soaking through the crotch of my panties.
"Fuck, that's a lot of sperm." he said, clearly overcome by the moment.
"Mmm... because I got fucked... a lot!" Still leaning back, I slid a finger around the edge of the mesh, feeling the slimy wetness of my warm slippery smooth cunt. I slid a finger inside my cunt, stirring the sperm, and feeling the walls of my cunt clench around my finger with excitement and sustained arousal.
"Missy and I were hanging out with some guys, of course. And there was this one guy... I could tell how much he wanted to fuck me. And I started thinking about being a bad little girl for you tonight... and I couldn't stop thinking about how hot it'd be, of how intense your reactions are, knowing I'm in a public bar, letting myself give into our most debased fantasies."
"Uh huh..." his eyes still wide as he tried to absorb my words.
I slid my fingers out of my soaking panties and showed him how wet with sperm they were before smiling at him, and moving them up to smear over my lips before sliding them into my mouth, one after another. I started to grind my wet crotch against his straining hard-on, as our eyes locked while he watched me lick my fingers clean. So caught up in the arousal of the moment, he was unable to utter a single word.
"So I invited the guy to follow me into the private bathroom in the VIP section. And as soon as I locked the door, I knew I was going to be a nasty filthy slut for him. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants first."
As I spoke, my hands worked quickly on Tom's jeans, unzipping him just as I described unzipping Bill's, and then forcing Tom to lift his hips so that I could tug them down. He cooperated with me, obviously eager to release his own big straining cock as he listened breathlessly to my filthy tale.
"Once they were around his ankles, I made him turn around and bend over, so he was bracing his hands against the sink."
"Oh my god." Tom muttered, knowing my mind and where I was going with the story before the words even left my mouth. I took hold of his throbbing cock, already slick with pre-cum and began to stroke it between us, alternating by pressing it against my red mesh panties and sliding it up and down my slit. I let the sperm push through the sheer fabric and cover his cock, lubricating it for my nimble hands as I stroked his shaft while I continued telling the story.
"And then, I spread the cheeks of his ass and leaned forward and shoved my tongue inside his asshole. Not soft or yielding, but right inside his hole, nice and deep. He wasn't expecting it, but he was so turned on by it that he immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into him. Can you imagine it? My tongue sliding into his asshole while I'm on my hands and knees in a bar bathroom..."
Before Tom could say anything, my hand slid up to curl around the back of his neck, holding his face steady while I moved in to press my lips against his. I could feel the initial restraint of his obviously knowing where my mouth had been earlier that night. My hands slid up into his dark hair, holding him firmly, and insistently parting his lips with my kiss, and sliding my warm dirty little tongue into his mouth. I began to kiss him long and deep, my filthy mouth locked with his so that he couldn't escape me. My free hand was still at work stroking his cock. It was rock hard and pulsing in my grip. He was clearly conflicted by the shock of the story and the obvious turn on of hearing how I had gleefully pursued one of our most debased fantasies. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through both of us and it created an electric connection between us that far surpassed all of our sexy time role-play. This was real and it was overwhelming.
He began to kiss me back, his hands moving to grab hold of my ass and pull me against his groin. My tits pressed against his chest and I could feel his heart thudding against mine, as his cock rubbed urgently against the soaked mesh of my panties. I could feel the sperm pushing through the fabric, making his shaft slippery between us as he rubbed his hard-on against me. Our kiss intensified, both of us gasping for air in between.
"You like kissing your cheating slut's dirty little mouth, don't you?" I murmured against his lips.
I reached one hand back to slide down the back of my panties, pushing two fingers into my ass and feeling the warmth of sperm around them, vigorously finger-fucking my hole as we made out. Then I slid them out and brought them up to my mouth and his. I pushed them in between our lips, momentarily shocking him and making him want to pull back from me, but my other hand moved up to block him from twisting away. I firmly cupped the side of his face and fed my sperm covered fingers into his mouth. His tongue slid reluctantly over them as his cock jerked against my tummy, steel hard with arousal at every shocking word I uttered. Then I slid my fingers into my own mouth, sucking them clean before I pressed my lips against his again, kissing him deeply and sharing the sperm between us.
"I want you to suck my dirty ass-licking little tongue," I murmured urgently against his mouth before sliding it between his lips.
I felt him obediently close his lips around my tongue, sucking it, despite the debased knowledge that it had been inside another man's ass earlier in the night. It made me relish the intensity and power of my control over Tom, over men's lust for me and over sexual situations. My free hand moved to finger my ass again, covering it in another bath of warm sperm and then I pushed Tom back against the seat and wordlessly slid my wet fingers into his protesting mouth, while I continued.
"Suck these fingers while you listen to the rest of my story. Because it didn't end there, with his hand on my back of my head, not letting me get away from him without giving his ass a good tongue fucking. As I licked his ass he was stroking his cock and telling me what a dirty little cheating slut I was. And oh god, Tom... I was such a fucking slut tonight, you have no idea. While I was still on my knees he moved me until I was pinned against the wall before sliding his long hard cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat so hard as he began to fuck my face, and I loved every minute of it. I reached around and began to work my finger into his ass at the same time I was sucking his cock. First one finger, and then two. He was so turned on, trying to hold back, loving how he was getting to face fuck and defile me in that bar bathroom, and knowing my boyfriend would hear every filthy detail later on. He couldn't hold back, and before I knew it, he had flooded my mouth with sperm. I held my mouth open wide, and I felt some of it spattering my cheeks and dripping warmly over my lips and down my chin."
With my free hand, I traced the sticky path of sperm on my face so Tom could imagine every sordid moment as I let my fingers fall away from his mouth that had been preventing him from speaking.
"So he came all over that pretty face, huh. And then what? You're fucking filled with sperm," Tom said breathlessly, running his hands through my tangled sperm-covered hair. His hand moved to my panties that were still holding back the flood of creamy juices in my cunt and ass. "How many times did this guy unload?"
I smiled wickedly. "Baby, are you assuming that he's the only guy who fucked me tonight?"
I leaned back so that I could register the shock on his face in the dim lighting of the parking lot. I heard his tortured sigh as his disbelieving green eyes locked on mine.
"What?"
I nodded and smothered a throaty laugh. "When I said I was a cum-slut, I really was. After that guy had unloaded in my mouth and all over my face, he said he needed a bit of time to recover for the next round, but I was impatient. I needed to get fucked hard and long and I wasn't about to wait. I stayed on my knees in that bathroom and told him to go back outside and send one of his friends in, and then to have the next one waiting after that. And I wasn't going to let them stop until I had every hole filled and dripping."
Tom was stunned by my filthy admission, clearly overwhelmed, and I saw the range of emotions go through him in what seemed like just a few moments. But his cock was still hard; harder than I'd ever seen it before. He pushed the soaked crotch of my thong aside, and the first little spill of sperm began to quickly leak from my laden cunt, confirming every word of my confession. In a burst of adrenaline he seized my hips and pulled me onto his cock. I squealed and my hands used the ceiling of the SUV to brace myself as I felt my steaming hot cunt sink down over the entire length of his shaft, pushing the sperm further inside me, while the remainder of it begin to furiously ooze and drip down his balls, leaking onto the leather seat.
"How many guys did you fuck?" he gasped, grabbing me roughly and forcing me up and down on his cock. I let out a strangled moan, momentarily distracted by the bliss of feeling his cock finally filling me up, slippery and wet, and yet I could still feel him pulsing with excitement.
Finally I smiled and leaned forward. I ran my dirty tongue over his lips before letting it slip briefly into his mouth, and then moved so that I was near his ear, so that he could feel my warm breath and hear the intensity of my next words up close. "I fucked every single last one of them. One after the next. All five of them took their turns walking into that bathroom and using me and filling me with sperm. I was on my knees and bent over the bathroom sink and pushed up against the wall, reveling in every single filthy moment."
My hands were against Tom's chest and I feel his heart pounding in response to every word I spoke.
"And you know what turned me on the most?" I whispered hotly.
He shook his head wordlessly, unable to speak.
I ran my tongue along his ear. "Knowing that I was going to end the night with your cock buried inside every single abused little hole."
That had done it and released the psychological dam. He held me tightly and renewed his assault on my sore little cunt, feeling the warm flood of juices dripping down his balls with every thrust. With each move of upward momentum, I pushed down onto his cock in a filthy reunion of our sexes. We were both breathing hard, and I was moaning with the intensity of the situation, as I held onto him, feeling like a rag doll on his lap as he unleashed the heady combination of lust and horror over my willful defilement earlier that night.
"Yes, fuck it... fuck me!" I sobbed into his ear. "Fuck that dirty little cunt nice and hard."
He responded with renewed vigor, ramming his cock upward into my ravaged hole as my cunt clamped down over his shaft. I could feel my orgasm building as I felt my cunt go into uncontrollable spasms and I came hard all over cock. It easily sent him over the edge moments later as I felt his cock flood my cunt with his sperm as he unloaded with an unbearable groan.
"Oh my god," I gasped with a breathless sigh. "That was so good."
"Good?" he gasped. "I'm so not done with you, Shellie. And you're not done with this story either."
I grinned and leaned back against the steering wheel, softly moving my hips to stir his softening cock, still inside my slick juices.
"This isn't the only hole they filled, is it?" he demanded.
I shook my head, smiling wickedly.
"I want to hear you say it."
"I felt like such a dirty girl Tom... It was like some demon took over me. And all the while remembering all of our fantasies and the way we talked about this moment. It made me want to act out every single detail just the way we described."
He moaned, half tortured and half turned on by my confession.
Carefully I maneuvered in the cramped confines of the front seat of the SUV and turned around on his lap so that I was sitting on him facing the windshield. I leaned back against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his every breath as I curled my hand around the back of his neck so my lips were near his ear again.
"I let them fuck my ass." I whispered hotly, flicking his earlobe with my tongue. "Every one of them took their turn in my tight little hole."
Tom had been the only one I'd ever let fuck my ass before and I knew this was an intense admission for him.
"I blame you for turning me into such an eager little anal slut," I murmured. "You made me love it so much. I wanted to know what it would feel like to get my ass filled by all those cocks tonight. It was all so wrong, but it felt so good at the same time."
"I'll bet you were a good little whore for them in that bathroom." he said in a low voice, his hands running over my body as it was arched back against his chest. He was still very obviously turned on. I could feel his cock beginning to come to life again beneath me and I slowly began grinding my ass against it.
"You loved getting ass fucked by them didn't you?" he murmured urgently as he ran his hands along the edges of my soaked panties, now wet and loose around my hips as it was tugged and pulled aside.
"Uh huh... want to see how sore my little asshole is right now?"
"Yes."
I moved forward on the seat so that I was leaning forward on the steering wheel. His hands immediately pushed my short black skirt up higher so it was bunched around my waist as I presented him with a perfect view of my luscious ass in those sheer red mesh panties. He groaned, obviously seeing the slick patch of sperm pushing against the flimsy fabric as evidence of my filthy defilement. He pushed them to one side and I felt his finger probe my juicy ass, already well lubed as it slid inside me. He quickly proceeded to using two fingers, fucking me with them over and over.
"I can't believe you were such a dirty little whore," he gasped, still not quite believing how I could have proceeded to becoming such a slut for these five strangers in one single night.
"Oh, I'm about to get even dirtier," I warned him teasingly. "And so are you."
Impulsively I reached back and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face into my ass before he could protest. I sighed deeply as I felt his lips touch my ravaged knot.
"I want you to lick my ass!" I gasped, pushing myself back so that his head was pressed against the seat. "Just like I licked their asses. And I want to feel your tongue sliding in nice and deep, tasting all of their sperm."
His initial protest was futile. This had always been part of our fantasy and role-play and having moved fantasy into reality, I didn't want to miss out on indulging any past details. I couldn't help realizing in the moment just how much hotter it was than anything we'd ever done before. It was like a heady sexual rush, feeling his tongue sliding around my slippery asshole, and working it's way inside me. I began to grind myself back against his mouth, forcing him to obey my every demand as I felt the delicious flame of power inside me.
"Yeah, lick it!" I urged him. "Lick my slutty little ass. Just like that."
Breathing hard and unable to move from where I had him pinned, he had no choice but to give in to the moment. I'd braced myself in an awkward position with one hand pressed against the steering wheel, hunched over in this confined space, but it just made the situation feel even more urgent than it might have if I'd waited until we got home. I wanted the moment to be fresh and raw.
I moaned as I felt his tongue sliding into my hole, the pleasure of him treating my ass to this kind of attention was like a new kind of sexual rush. My cunt was a mixture of sperm and juices and it dripped down between my legs onto his cock, which was again hard and throbbing. My hand reached down to stroke his shaft, working him into a state of renewed excitement until I couldn't resist any longer.
I slid down into his lap, moving my ass over his cock and grinding it against him, teasing him as I leaned back against his chest. I turned my face to the side in time for him to slide his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with sperm smeared lips and letting me share in the depravity of the moment. I sucked his tongue, always eager for him.
"I'll bet you want to fuck my ass right now, don't you?" I whispered finally.
"Uh huh."
"You know how many cocks stretched out my little asshole tonight before yours?"
"You were a fucking little ass whore for them weren't you?" he choked out, urgently positioning me until his cock was at the entrance of my well-lubed knot. With a groan he began to push inside, and I felt the head followed by the shaft slowly sinking into my sperm filled depths.
"I was thinking about you every time they slid into me, knowing how good your big cock would feel at the end of the night, throbbing inside me... just like this. And oh my god... you feel so good."
His arms went around me from behind, his hands moving up under my arms to grip my shoulders for leverage, pulling me down onto his shaft while thrusting his hips upward. I rode his cock, feeling it hard and pulsing in my ass, as I leaned back against him. I felt his warm breath in my ear.
"You've had so much sperm inside this tight little ass tonight, huh? And you still want more?"
"I'll always want more," I moaned, turning my head to the side in time to feel his lips lock on mine, his tongue roughly parting them as it slid into my mouth, as he kissed me aggressively. His arms held me tightly in a vise-like grip and I gasped as he did a series of hard fast thrusts deep inside of me, as though to punish and pleasure me at the same time.
"How is it, huh? Is this enough cock for you?"
"No, I need more..." I moaned, urging him on. "I want you to fuck their cum right out of my slutty little ass."
He continued to pound away at me. I felt raw and dirty and so deliciously used, helpless to his every move. The cum was dripping down his balls, making everything between us a slimy mess, including the leather car seats, but neither of us cared. We were in the moment, pushing ourselves forward into one final mind blowing orgasm. The flood of his molten sperm inside my ass sent me over the edge into my own orgasm as finally we melded together, in a sweaty mess of exhaustion. It was the most intense moment of our sexual history together. It was raw, primal and almost inexplicable.
We didn't talk much on the way home. I think we were both still overwhelmed by the entire night. It felt surreal somehow; like a dream. He was so quiet that I wasn't quite sure what he was thinking. But when I got into the shower later to wash the remains of the night away, he surprised me by following me. And we fucked again under the hot stream of water, it was as though it restored a sense of normalcy to our lives as a couple.
The thrill of our individual memories of those intense moments in the car certainly added a renewed excitement to our sex lives. It was like we were unable to keep our hands off each other. It was such an incredible rush, how could we not want to experience it over and over? The next time was again without telling Tom first. This time it was three guys I fucked at the same time. Then I came home after a torrid fuck-fest with a group of coworkers at the office, now a semi regular system of work related stress relief. I was eager to relate every detail to his lustful arousal, wanting to share every dirty moment as Tom licked up, sucked out and gobbled down all of my collected strange sperm from my slutty fuck holes.
I can feel a familiar stirring inside me like when my red panties were soaking through with an unknown number of loads of strange men's sperm and my own slutty juices as I'd share every sordid detail. I get more turned on by the fantasy now than I had been before I'd started living our fantasies out for Tom. I've finished dressing and am headed for the door, my red stilettos clicking over the floor as I run my hands over my short black miniskirt and head out for the night. Tom's fantasy slut. I never expected his fantasy to become my fantasy also, let alone to have it become a reality. And now that it has, I want more and more. It's like Tom's created a fucking slut-monster in me. I can't stop. I feel like I can't trust myself anymore. Every time I leave the apartment, I keep wondering who all I'm going to fuck next.
The first time Tom brought up the idea of me fucking other men, I thought he was trying to test me. Maybe he was worried about my promiscuous past and was wondering if I was still willing and wanting to fuck other men. I felt my cunt tense around his cock as he started telling me how hot it would be to hear me tell him in dirty detail how I'd just been fucked by a total stranger and let him turn me into a slut. An inexplicable primal kind of arousal flamed through me as we began to spin details of the fantasy. I felt Tom take control and pin me down on the bed, his breath hot in my ear, telling me how exciting it would be to know I had submitted myself completely to all the whims of strangers and then come home to him to playfully torture him with every filthy detail.
As Tom finally climaxed in me, I took over. I slid out from under him, climbed on top of him and straddled his face, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his face up into my cunt with his fresh sperm gushing out of my slit, saying "Remember this taste because all of any strangers' sperm will taste different. Every time some stranger blasts sperm into me from now on, you will know." Me forcing him to clean his own sperm out of my kitty made his cock so hard he had to fuck me again. Tom was every bit as sexually adventurous and twisted as I was, and I started to realize how, although there was something to be said about quality over quantity, I still craved sexual attention from other men, even though I had everything I needed between Tom and I.
But for Tom the idea of me subjecting myself to sexual defilement from strange men to taunt and tease him with was the ultimate in my feminine abilities and charms in the seduction of him. My using the tease of me dressing in very provocative outfits, flashing apparently illicit views of intimate private parts of my body to other men and openly flirting with random men while out with Tom, plus having me boldly seeking out wild and perverse sexual exploits as I encourage my body be used by total and utter strangers to release all of their lusts into; these carnal allures used as a source of enticing my husband's lust to a fevered pitch were the ultimate incitements to keep my man achingly breathless over me. Then revealing every detail of my cheating sexual adventures in such a sensually compelling way so as to edge him into ascending levels of continual and ever increasing arousal. Since he loves being turned on by such sordid scenarios, it is what he has always urged me to do, just as it excites him to think that I might be doing some sexy, naughty thing whenever he and I aren't hand in hand.
So my friend Missy suggested a 'girls night' out at our favorite bar one Friday evening. Tom's response when I told him about it was, "I know you'll be drunk when you get home."
"And why are you so sure of that?" I laughed.
"Cause Missy is a party girl... and let's face it... a bit of a slut too." He was lounging in the doorway to the bathroom watching me through the mirror with a smirk. "Speaking of sluts, isn't that the dirty-girl outfit that I just bought you last week. I thought you were going to wear it when we go out together next week."
I leaned back to kiss his lips reassuringly. "I'll still wear it next weekend for you, I promise. But I know Missy will dress sexy tonight, and I don't have anything else that's quite this perfect. Plus this way we won't have to worry about standing in line or cover charge at the door. One of the many advantages of girls night." I said with a wink.
"Hmm... free entrance, free cover... and surely lots of free drinks from guys who will be dying to fuck your hot little body," he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my short black skirt as I wriggled against him playfully. "Just checking to see if you're wearing panties."
"I am, as you can plainly see." I said sticking my tongue out at him in our reflection in the mirror as my skirt slid up over my little red sheer panties.
"I'll have to check and make sure you're still wearing them at the end of the night." he teased slipping a finger inside and running it up the length of my silky smooth slit. "Who knows what kind of trouble you'll end up getting into."
"Who knows? I might be a very bad girl tonight."
"I hope so." he grinned, biting my ear.
As Missy and I walked into the bar, and I heard the deep bass beats of the music, and felt that vibe of energy and people, I started to remember how much fun clubbing with her used to be. I loved getting the stares and the attention as we made our way to the bar. There was nothing like two hot girls hand in hand, walking across the room amidst crowds of men and their glaring 'girlfriends'. It felt good to turn heads, and we welcomed the first round of drinks from a group of guys standing nearby. It was the start of a great night. I had that feeling right from the start.
The rhythm of the music was pounding, the heat from the bar, and the people who were dancing under the lights; it was dizzying and electrifying at the same time. Missy and I were dancing sexy on the floor together, pressed against each other provocatively as we typically do when we're drunk and riding a great high. I could feel the dampness of my body as I moved to the music, blissfully unaware that we were being watched by a group of guys in the raised VIP section of the bar, until Missy leaned into my ear.
"There's a group of hot guys up there are motioning for us to join them. Can we... please?"
Missy was single and always looking to hook up with someone when she was drunk, so of course I obliged her. We made our way up past the sectioned off velvet rope as they quickly cleared some room for us. There were six of them, all attractive, and who looked to be in their late twenties and early thirties. They were just out on a random guy's night, but they clearly knew how to party in style. The Grey Goose was flowing and the drinks were being handed to us in a never ending delivery, and obviously being poured with a heavy hand.
"So, are you girls single?" one guy named Bill asked me as I danced near the back bench he was sitting on.
I shook my head. "I'm not, but my friend Missy is."
I glanced over and saw Missy grinding and making out with one of his friends, clearly already having taken her pick of them.
Bill smirked at me playfully. "So your boyfriend doesn't mind if you're dressed all sexy like this and partying it up tonight without him?"
I laughed. "He bought me this outfit first of all, and secondly... no, he's not jealous like that. He actually likes it when I'm a bad girl."
He grinned at me and sat back to watch my long legs as I danced. The lusty look in his eyes, combined with the thrill of his attention on me, encouraged me to dance a little sexier, enjoying teasing him just as much as he was enjoying the show I was putting on.
"Hmm... I'm pretty sure you'd be in trouble if he could see you right now."
"Not even a little bit." I assured him with a wink.
Encouraged by my comment, he stood up and came a little closer, leaning against the railing.
"So how bad are you allowed to be?" he asked with obvious interest. "Hypothetically speaking, of course."
I laughed and took another sip of my vodka soda, pausing for a minute and suddenly realizing how drunk I was. I could feel the intoxication of the alcohol combined with the rush of the cocaine Missy and I had been doing bumps of, giving me a kind of euphoric overconfidence. I hadn't partied this way in a long time and the buzz was exhilarating, making me feel bolder than I normally would have. I leaned into him, smelling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the warmth of his chest as I whispered into his ear.
"I'm allowed to be very bad. In fact, that's actually part of his fantasy."
"Oh yeah? Your boyfriend fantasizes about you being a little slut, does he?" I could feel the sudden shift in energy as he picked up on an obvious opportunity.
"Very slutty." I said, thinking back to all my kinky conversations with Tom and all the hot sordid fucking and sucking that always followed.
I began to imagine how intense it'd be when I related this story to Tom. I felt my panties start to dampen in response as I fanned myself lightly. The night was suddenly feeling very full of possibilities. I started turning the idea over in my mind while I looked out over the dance floor, leaning on the railing with this random good-looking stranger. The wheels started spinning in my mind, daring me. Finally with an unexpected decisiveness, I turned to him and smiled.
"Why don't you come with me..."
The next few hours seemed to pass in a hazy mess of drunken hedonistic debauchery. It was near closing time and I was still in the VIP bathroom, leaning against the door.
"Are you sure you're able to get home okay? Your friend left with our buddy ages ago." Bill said.
I grinned at him, waving my hand dismissively. "I'm fine, I just have to make a quick phone call."
I watched Bill walk away and moved back into the bathroom and closed the door, looking at my reflection in the mirror and the wicked smirk playing on my lips as I waited to hear Tom's voice on the other end of the cell phone. When he answered, I felt a little electric thrill rush through me, especially as I began to beg him sweetly to come pick me up at the bar.
"Missy left already and I don't have enough money for a cab." I said. "Please come... I promise I'll make it worth your while..."
He laughed, although clearly not happy by how late I was calling. Of course, he decided to humor me.
"I'll be there in ten minutes, but make sure you're out front."
I hung up and ran my hands through my clumpy hair, trying to smooth down my rumpled skirt. Thank god for long hair. I let it partially hide my face as I waited just the right amount of time and then snuck across the mostly empty bar to the front door. I saw Tom's large black SUV pull up in front of the bar and I hurried outside, thinking that the warm August night still felt cooler than the hot blood and burst of adrenaline running through my veins as I slid into the passenger seat.
"Hey you." he said glancing at my messy hair, and flushed wet face. "Wow, you look like you must have been dancing up a storm."
I laughed mischievously. "Something like that. Hey, pull into that parking lot for a second. I want to tell you something."
"Seriously? Can't it wait until we get home?"
I just grinned wickedly at him. "Nope, I can't wait so long."
He was looking at me with a kind of curious suspicion, clearly uncertain about what to expect as he obliged me by pulling into the dark empty parking lot one street over. He put the car into park, and turned to me, amused by my obvious energy and excitement.
"Wow, you're sooo drunk. Were you girls partying a little harder than usual?"
"Hmm... maybe just a little harder," I teased, reaching over him and pushing the buttons to move his seat back as far as it could go.
"Aww, Shellie, why don't we just go home to our nice big bed and our..."
"Shhh..." I whispered, pressing my finger to his lips. I giggled, pressing a little harder on his full bottom lip, forcing them to part until the tip of my finger was in his mouth. As I slid it in a little further, I watched his reaction slowly begin to change. His green eyes widened just a little, obviously recognizing a familiar and yet unfamiliar taste.
Before he could say anything I quickly, slid into his lap, firmly straddling him, and feeling my short black skirt riding up my thighs.
"I don't want you to say anything just yet," I whispered hotly, as I raked my hands over his chest. "I want to tell you all about my night." I leaned into him, pressing my lips against his neck, and leaving soft biting kisses in my wake. "All about my long... dark... ever so dirty... night."
I heard his murmur and knew he smelled it on me. The unmistakable aroma of breeding, the aftermath of fucking; sweat and sperm and other body fluids and scents. In the heat of the night I could smell it too, in my hair, and on my skin, still wet on my cheek and beginning to puddle in my soaking wet red thong as my legs splayed out to grip his thighs in the front seat of the SUV.
"I was a very bad girl tonight." I teased him, as I let my hands trail down his muscular chest and linger on the buckle of his jeans. Finally my hand moved down further and I could feel the unmistakable bulge in his pants, letting me know he was just as aroused as I was. "In fact... I wasn't just a bad girl... I was a positively filthy whore."
I watched the quick rise and fall of his chest as he began to process the implications of what I just said. On so many occasions I have teased him this way verbally after coming home from a night out. But the reality of the situation was so fresh it made it feel more real. He reached up to twine his fingers into the damp tangle of my long blonde hair, lingering over the hardening slimy patches, his eyes wide with fear and arousal.
"Did you..." he finally managed to say, with a mixture of jealous shock and horrified, gut wrenching excitement, "really fuck someone?"
"Uh uh," I said moving my hand rhythmically over his hard-on, stroking his throbbing length through his jeans. "I'm the one telling this story. No interruptions."
I leaned away from him until I felt the steering wheel touch my back. The short black skirt immediately slid upward, exposing the red mesh panties he had inspected before I went out for the night.
"See I'm still wearing them," I teased. "But I had to, otherwise all of the sperm would be running down my legs right now." I moved just enough to let the light of the street lamps in the parking lot beam through the tinted window enough for him to see the shinily glistening puddle of pearly slimy wetness quickly soaking through the crotch of my panties.
"Fuck, that's a lot of sperm." he said, clearly overcome by the moment.
"Mmm... because I got fucked... a lot!" Still leaning back, I slid a finger around the edge of the mesh, feeling the slimy wetness of my warm slippery smooth cunt. I slid a finger inside my cunt, stirring the sperm, and feeling the walls of my cunt clench around my finger with excitement and sustained arousal.
"Missy and I were hanging out with some guys, of course. And there was this one guy... I could tell how much he wanted to fuck me. And I started thinking about being a bad little girl for you tonight... and I couldn't stop thinking about how hot it'd be, of how intense your reactions are, knowing I'm in a public bar, letting myself give into our most debased fantasies."
"Uh huh..." his eyes still wide as he tried to absorb my words.
I slid my fingers out of my soaking panties and showed him how wet with sperm they were before smiling at him, and moving them up to smear over my lips before sliding them into my mouth, one after another. I started to grind my wet crotch against his straining hard-on, as our eyes locked while he watched me lick my fingers clean. So caught up in the arousal of the moment, he was unable to utter a single word.
"So I invited the guy to follow me into the private bathroom in the VIP section. And as soon as I locked the door, I knew I was going to be a nasty filthy slut for him. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants first."
As I spoke, my hands worked quickly on Tom's jeans, unzipping him just as I described unzipping Bill's, and then forcing Tom to lift his hips so that I could tug them down. He cooperated with me, obviously eager to release his own big straining cock as he listened breathlessly to my filthy tale.
"Once they were around his ankles, I made him turn around and bend over, so he was bracing his hands against the sink."
"Oh my god." Tom muttered, knowing my mind and where I was going with the story before the words even left my mouth. I took hold of his throbbing cock, already slick with pre-cum and began to stroke it between us, alternating by pressing it against my red mesh panties and sliding it up and down my slit. I let the sperm push through the sheer fabric and cover his cock, lubricating it for my nimble hands as I stroked his shaft while I continued telling the story.
"And then, I spread the cheeks of his ass and leaned forward and shoved my tongue inside his asshole. Not soft or yielding, but right inside his hole, nice and deep. He wasn't expecting it, but he was so turned on by it that he immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into him. Can you imagine it? My tongue sliding into his asshole while I'm on my hands and knees in a bar bathroom..."
Before Tom could say anything, my hand slid up to curl around the back of his neck, holding his face steady while I moved in to press my lips against his. I could feel the initial restraint of his obviously knowing where my mouth had been earlier that night. My hands slid up into his dark hair, holding him firmly, and insistently parting his lips with my kiss, and sliding my warm dirty little tongue into his mouth. I began to kiss him long and deep, my filthy mouth locked with his so that he couldn't escape me. My free hand was still at work stroking his cock. It was rock hard and pulsing in my grip. He was clearly conflicted by the shock of the story and the obvious turn on of hearing how I had gleefully pursued one of our most debased fantasies. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through both of us and it created an electric connection between us that far surpassed all of our sexy time role-play. This was real and it was overwhelming.
He began to kiss me back, his hands moving to grab hold of my ass and pull me against his groin. My tits pressed against his chest and I could feel his heart thudding against mine, as his cock rubbed urgently against the soaked mesh of my panties. I could feel the sperm pushing through the fabric, making his shaft slippery between us as he rubbed his hard-on against me. Our kiss intensified, both of us gasping for air in between.
"You like kissing your cheating slut's dirty little mouth, don't you?" I murmured against his lips.
I reached one hand back to slide down the back of my panties, pushing two fingers into my ass and feeling the warmth of sperm around them, vigorously finger-fucking my hole as we made out. Then I slid them out and brought them up to my mouth and his. I pushed them in between our lips, momentarily shocking him and making him want to pull back from me, but my other hand moved up to block him from twisting away. I firmly cupped the side of his face and fed my sperm covered fingers into his mouth. His tongue slid reluctantly over them as his cock jerked against my tummy, steel hard with arousal at every shocking word I uttered. Then I slid my fingers into my own mouth, sucking them clean before I pressed my lips against his again, kissing him deeply and sharing the sperm between us.
"I want you to suck my dirty ass-licking little tongue," I murmured urgently against his mouth before sliding it between his lips.
I felt him obediently close his lips around my tongue, sucking it, despite the debased knowledge that it had been inside another man's ass earlier in the night. It made me relish the intensity and power of my control over Tom, over men's lust for me and over sexual situations. My free hand moved to finger my ass again, covering it in another bath of warm sperm and then I pushed Tom back against the seat and wordlessly slid my wet fingers into his protesting mouth, while I continued.
"Suck these fingers while you listen to the rest of my story. Because it didn't end there, with his hand on my back of my head, not letting me get away from him without giving his ass a good tongue fucking. As I licked his ass he was stroking his cock and telling me what a dirty little cheating slut I was. And oh god, Tom... I was such a fucking slut tonight, you have no idea. While I was still on my knees he moved me until I was pinned against the wall before sliding his long hard cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat so hard as he began to fuck my face, and I loved every minute of it. I reached around and began to work my finger into his ass at the same time I was sucking his cock. First one finger, and then two. He was so turned on, trying to hold back, loving how he was getting to face fuck and defile me in that bar bathroom, and knowing my boyfriend would hear every filthy detail later on. He couldn't hold back, and before I knew it, he had flooded my mouth with sperm. I held my mouth open wide, and I felt some of it spattering my cheeks and dripping warmly over my lips and down my chin."
With my free hand, I traced the sticky path of sperm on my face so Tom could imagine every sordid moment as I let my fingers fall away from his mouth that had been preventing him from speaking.
"So he came all over that pretty face, huh. And then what? You're fucking filled with sperm," Tom said breathlessly, running his hands through my tangled sperm-covered hair. His hand moved to my panties that were still holding back the flood of creamy juices in my cunt and ass. "How many times did this guy unload?"
I smiled wickedly. "Baby, are you assuming that he's the only guy who fucked me tonight?"
I leaned back so that I could register the shock on his face in the dim lighting of the parking lot. I heard his tortured sigh as his disbelieving green eyes locked on mine.
"What?"
I nodded and smothered a throaty laugh. "When I said I was a cum-slut, I really was. After that guy had unloaded in my mouth and all over my face, he said he needed a bit of time to recover for the next round, but I was impatient. I needed to get fucked hard and long and I wasn't about to wait. I stayed on my knees in that bathroom and told him to go back outside and send one of his friends in, and then to have the next one waiting after that. And I wasn't going to let them stop until I had every hole filled and dripping."
Tom was stunned by my filthy admission, clearly overwhelmed, and I saw the range of emotions go through him in what seemed like just a few moments. But his cock was still hard; harder than I'd ever seen it before. He pushed the soaked crotch of my thong aside, and the first little spill of sperm began to quickly leak from my laden cunt, confirming every word of my confession. In a burst of adrenaline he seized my hips and pulled me onto his cock. I squealed and my hands used the ceiling of the SUV to brace myself as I felt my steaming hot cunt sink down over the entire length of his shaft, pushing the sperm further inside me, while the remainder of it begin to furiously ooze and drip down his balls, leaking onto the leather seat.
"How many guys did you fuck?" he gasped, grabbing me roughly and forcing me up and down on his cock. I let out a strangled moan, momentarily distracted by the bliss of feeling his cock finally filling me up, slippery and wet, and yet I could still feel him pulsing with excitement.
Finally I smiled and leaned forward. I ran my dirty tongue over his lips before letting it slip briefly into his mouth, and then moved so that I was near his ear, so that he could feel my warm breath and hear the intensity of my next words up close. "I fucked every single last one of them. One after the next. All five of them took their turns walking into that bathroom and using me and filling me with sperm. I was on my knees and bent over the bathroom sink and pushed up against the wall, reveling in every single filthy moment."
My hands were against Tom's chest and I feel his heart pounding in response to every word I spoke.
"And you know what turned me on the most?" I whispered hotly.
He shook his head wordlessly, unable to speak.
I ran my tongue along his ear. "Knowing that I was going to end the night with your cock buried inside every single abused little hole."
That had done it and released the psychological dam. He held me tightly and renewed his assault on my sore little cunt, feeling the warm flood of juices dripping down his balls with every thrust. With each move of upward momentum, I pushed down onto his cock in a filthy reunion of our sexes. We were both breathing hard, and I was moaning with the intensity of the situation, as I held onto him, feeling like a rag doll on his lap as he unleashed the heady combination of lust and horror over my willful defilement earlier that night.
"Yes, fuck it... fuck me!" I sobbed into his ear. "Fuck that dirty little cunt nice and hard."
He responded with renewed vigor, ramming his cock upward into my ravaged hole as my cunt clamped down over his shaft. I could feel my orgasm building as I felt my cunt go into uncontrollable spasms and I came hard all over cock. It easily sent him over the edge moments later as I felt his cock flood my cunt with his sperm as he unloaded with an unbearable groan.
"Oh my god," I gasped with a breathless sigh. "That was so good."
"Good?" he gasped. "I'm so not done with you, Shellie. And you're not done with this story either."
I grinned and leaned back against the steering wheel, softly moving my hips to stir his softening cock, still inside my slick juices.
"This isn't the only hole they filled, is it?" he demanded.
I shook my head, smiling wickedly.
"I want to hear you say it."
"I felt like such a dirty girl Tom... It was like some demon took over me. And all the while remembering all of our fantasies and the way we talked about this moment. It made me want to act out every single detail just the way we described."
He moaned, half tortured and half turned on by my confession.
Carefully I maneuvered in the cramped confines of the front seat of the SUV and turned around on his lap so that I was sitting on him facing the windshield. I leaned back against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his every breath as I curled my hand around the back of his neck so my lips were near his ear again.
"I let them fuck my ass." I whispered hotly, flicking his earlobe with my tongue. "Every one of them took their turn in my tight little hole."
Tom had been the only one I'd ever let fuck my ass before and I knew this was an intense admission for him.
"I blame you for turning me into such an eager little anal slut," I murmured. "You made me love it so much. I wanted to know what it would feel like to get my ass filled by all those cocks tonight. It was all so wrong, but it felt so good at the same time."
"I'll bet you were a good little whore for them in that bathroom." he said in a low voice, his hands running over my body as it was arched back against his chest. He was still very obviously turned on. I could feel his cock beginning to come to life again beneath me and I slowly began grinding my ass against it.
"You loved getting ass fucked by them didn't you?" he murmured urgently as he ran his hands along the edges of my soaked panties, now wet and loose around my hips as it was tugged and pulled aside.
"Uh huh... want to see how sore my little asshole is right now?"
"Yes."
I moved forward on the seat so that I was leaning forward on the steering wheel. His hands immediately pushed my short black skirt up higher so it was bunched around my waist as I presented him with a perfect view of my luscious ass in those sheer red mesh panties. He groaned, obviously seeing the slick patch of sperm pushing against the flimsy fabric as evidence of my filthy defilement. He pushed them to one side and I felt his finger probe my juicy ass, already well lubed as it slid inside me. He quickly proceeded to using two fingers, fucking me with them over and over.
"I can't believe you were such a dirty little whore," he gasped, still not quite believing how I could have proceeded to becoming such a slut for these five strangers in one single night.
"Oh, I'm about to get even dirtier," I warned him teasingly. "And so are you."
Impulsively I reached back and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face into my ass before he could protest. I sighed deeply as I felt his lips touch my ravaged knot.
"I want you to lick my ass!" I gasped, pushing myself back so that his head was pressed against the seat. "Just like I licked their asses. And I want to feel your tongue sliding in nice and deep, tasting all of their sperm."
His initial protest was futile. This had always been part of our fantasy and role-play and having moved fantasy into reality, I didn't want to miss out on indulging any past details. I couldn't help realizing in the moment just how much hotter it was than anything we'd ever done before. It was like a heady sexual rush, feeling his tongue sliding around my slippery asshole, and working it's way inside me. I began to grind myself back against his mouth, forcing him to obey my every demand as I felt the delicious flame of power inside me.
"Yeah, lick it!" I urged him. "Lick my slutty little ass. Just like that."
Breathing hard and unable to move from where I had him pinned, he had no choice but to give in to the moment. I'd braced myself in an awkward position with one hand pressed against the steering wheel, hunched over in this confined space, but it just made the situation feel even more urgent than it might have if I'd waited until we got home. I wanted the moment to be fresh and raw.
I moaned as I felt his tongue sliding into my hole, the pleasure of him treating my ass to this kind of attention was like a new kind of sexual rush. My cunt was a mixture of sperm and juices and it dripped down between my legs onto his cock, which was again hard and throbbing. My hand reached down to stroke his shaft, working him into a state of renewed excitement until I couldn't resist any longer.
I slid down into his lap, moving my ass over his cock and grinding it against him, teasing him as I leaned back against his chest. I turned my face to the side in time for him to slide his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with sperm smeared lips and letting me share in the depravity of the moment. I sucked his tongue, always eager for him.
"I'll bet you want to fuck my ass right now, don't you?" I whispered finally.
"Uh huh."
"You know how many cocks stretched out my little asshole tonight before yours?"
"You were a fucking little ass whore for them weren't you?" he choked out, urgently positioning me until his cock was at the entrance of my well-lubed knot. With a groan he began to push inside, and I felt the head followed by the shaft slowly sinking into my sperm filled depths.
"I was thinking about you every time they slid into me, knowing how good your big cock would feel at the end of the night, throbbing inside me... just like this. And oh my god... you feel so good."
His arms went around me from behind, his hands moving up under my arms to grip my shoulders for leverage, pulling me down onto his shaft while thrusting his hips upward. I rode his cock, feeling it hard and pulsing in my ass, as I leaned back against him. I felt his warm breath in my ear.
"You've had so much sperm inside this tight little ass tonight, huh? And you still want more?"
"I'll always want more," I moaned, turning my head to the side in time to feel his lips lock on mine, his tongue roughly parting them as it slid into my mouth, as he kissed me aggressively. His arms held me tightly in a vise-like grip and I gasped as he did a series of hard fast thrusts deep inside of me, as though to punish and pleasure me at the same time.
"How is it, huh? Is this enough cock for you?"
"No, I need more..." I moaned, urging him on. "I want you to fuck their cum right out of my slutty little ass."
He continued to pound away at me. I felt raw and dirty and so deliciously used, helpless to his every move. The cum was dripping down his balls, making everything between us a slimy mess, including the leather car seats, but neither of us cared. We were in the moment, pushing ourselves forward into one final mind blowing orgasm. The flood of his molten sperm inside my ass sent me over the edge into my own orgasm as finally we melded together, in a sweaty mess of exhaustion. It was the most intense moment of our sexual history together. It was raw, primal and almost inexplicable.
We didn't talk much on the way home. I think we were both still overwhelmed by the entire night. It felt surreal somehow; like a dream. He was so quiet that I wasn't quite sure what he was thinking. But when I got into the shower later to wash the remains of the night away, he surprised me by following me. And we fucked again under the hot stream of water, it was as though it restored a sense of normalcy to our lives as a couple.
The thrill of our individual memories of those intense moments in the car certainly added a renewed excitement to our sex lives. It was like we were unable to keep our hands off each other. It was such an incredible rush, how could we not want to experience it over and over? The next time was again without telling Tom first. This time it was three guys I fucked at the same time. Then I came home after a torrid fuck-fest with a group of coworkers at the office, now a semi regular system of work related stress relief. I was eager to relate every detail to his lustful arousal, wanting to share every dirty moment as Tom licked up, sucked out and gobbled down all of my collected strange sperm from my slutty fuck holes.
I can feel a familiar stirring inside me like when my red panties were soaking through with an unknown number of loads of strange men's sperm and my own slutty juices as I'd share every sordid detail. I get more turned on by the fantasy now than I had been before I'd started living our fantasies out for Tom. I've finished dressing and am headed for the door, my red stilettos clicking over the floor as I run my hands over my short black miniskirt and head out for the night. Tom's fantasy slut. I never expected his fantasy to become my fantasy also, let alone to have it become a reality. And now that it has, I want more and more. It's like Tom's created a fucking slut-monster in me. I can't stop. I feel like I can't trust myself anymore. Every time I leave the apartment, I keep wondering who all I'm going to fuck next.
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Release the Beast
She knew this demonic beast not at all, other than only as a phantom haunting her in her dreams. Now with her legs in the air, he spread them apart. His eyes were colorless and fixated on her cunt as he grinned evilly with sinister delight and watched her cunt lips fighting to remain closed, Read more…sticking together, but eventually giving way to the pressure of her ever-widening legs. She opened for him. His long tongue curled out. It dripped a single burning drop on her clit. It sufficed. Heat throbbing with her pulse in a double time tattoo, bloated her clit to the extent of feeling as if the helmeted head of it was overstuffed and about to burst like a blister, now instantly enormously swollen, long, thick and hard, of a size it had never achieved in her past, and burning. Searing, penetrating heat. Her sex was flowing freely now, wetter than it has ever been. He moved forward, his hands guiding his cock toward her wetness. He teased her, like the thought of her teased him so many times before. He rubbed his cock head against and around her cunt lips, probing, thrusting and bumping her hugely engorged clit. The pre-cum from his exploring cock now spread over every bit of her cunt's lips as he was dragging it through them but remaining outside of her. Her previously lurking, smoldering desire was full aflame, and he knew this. He thrust himself into her as she screamed while he rammed forward, her hot cunt convulsively tightening on him more so than she thought possible as his ridged and rigidly steely girth split her open. He raged violently in his ravagement of her, the weight of him on top of her, pinning her motionless as his hard power strokes drove his cock into her as if to go straight through her. She growled as her ravagement continued. Absorbing his pounding into her core, unrelenting, rocking her body and soul.
Her legs having nowhere else to go rested on his shoulders as he fucked her. His cock entering and exiting. His balls slapping at her anus. His eyes fully fixed on her face as he inseminated her. As much as her cunt invited him deeper, her lovely face infuriated him. Her beautiful face had taunted his visions.
He pulled his thickly veined cock out from within her and moved forward. Her legs dropped off of his shoulders and were split by his advancing body. His hands grasped at her hair as his rage closed them on her curls and he pulled her head forward against his cock. The head of his cock was in front of her eyes, the heat of his cock spreading onto her face. She felt his grip on her hair partially give way. His free hand intruded between her face and his body, grabbing his cock, guiding it downward until the head was pressed to her lips. His hot sperm on her burning lips. Dribbles. Burning dribbles seeking entry.
She looked up at him with begging eyes. His cock pressed forward and she opened for him a second time. To deny him would've meant denying herself. His cock head lingered momentarily, acidic between her lips. His rage then drove it forward. Their eyes locked. Their worlds locked. He fucked her pretty mouth. As he watched her lips striving to swallow the whole long length and thickness of him, he forced them to achieve their effort and fucked her throat as he impaled her like she was no more than a hole he was using.
Then he inhaled the deviant passion that emanated from her. He inhaled the fire scorching her cunt. He inhaled the beckoning desire concentrated in her blood swollen nipples. Nipples expanded by the fiery passion he pumped into her until their nubby flesh nearly split open in their engorged immensity. As his rage expelled the demons from him with his possession of her and his embryonic insertion of himself, he saw her tongue emerge for an all too brief second before her lips again enclosed his cock. He pulled his cock slowly from her mouth, his sperm mostly remaining behind. Her tongue emerged again, longer, thinner now, slurping, retrieving his sperm, the errant demon seed from her lips, chin, cheeks and curling it into her mouth.
He got off of the bed as she sank back on the mattress. He watched and inhaled her. Her tits still heaving, her eyes looking into the top of her skull from the inside, her clit standing firmly out away from it's hood now permanently, and perpetually engorged and long, as her nipples would also remain. He would be with her, in her, always now.
Her legs having nowhere else to go rested on his shoulders as he fucked her. His cock entering and exiting. His balls slapping at her anus. His eyes fully fixed on her face as he inseminated her. As much as her cunt invited him deeper, her lovely face infuriated him. Her beautiful face had taunted his visions.
He pulled his thickly veined cock out from within her and moved forward. Her legs dropped off of his shoulders and were split by his advancing body. His hands grasped at her hair as his rage closed them on her curls and he pulled her head forward against his cock. The head of his cock was in front of her eyes, the heat of his cock spreading onto her face. She felt his grip on her hair partially give way. His free hand intruded between her face and his body, grabbing his cock, guiding it downward until the head was pressed to her lips. His hot sperm on her burning lips. Dribbles. Burning dribbles seeking entry.
She looked up at him with begging eyes. His cock pressed forward and she opened for him a second time. To deny him would've meant denying herself. His cock head lingered momentarily, acidic between her lips. His rage then drove it forward. Their eyes locked. Their worlds locked. He fucked her pretty mouth. As he watched her lips striving to swallow the whole long length and thickness of him, he forced them to achieve their effort and fucked her throat as he impaled her like she was no more than a hole he was using.
Then he inhaled the deviant passion that emanated from her. He inhaled the fire scorching her cunt. He inhaled the beckoning desire concentrated in her blood swollen nipples. Nipples expanded by the fiery passion he pumped into her until their nubby flesh nearly split open in their engorged immensity. As his rage expelled the demons from him with his possession of her and his embryonic insertion of himself, he saw her tongue emerge for an all too brief second before her lips again enclosed his cock. He pulled his cock slowly from her mouth, his sperm mostly remaining behind. Her tongue emerged again, longer, thinner now, slurping, retrieving his sperm, the errant demon seed from her lips, chin, cheeks and curling it into her mouth.
He got off of the bed as she sank back on the mattress. He watched and inhaled her. Her tits still heaving, her eyes looking into the top of her skull from the inside, her clit standing firmly out away from it's hood now permanently, and perpetually engorged and long, as her nipples would also remain. He would be with her, in her, always now.
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Dungeon
My thanks to the both of you. I write because it's the one means left to me at my age, having lost my wife and partner in kink to cancer five years ago, to clear out the detritus from my mind. I've always written stories based on other-worldly horror or the macabre, often set in the middle ages of Read more… Europe, England or Asia, but with no physical release for my fetishes, these erotic stories compensate a bit.
Dungeon
Sitting far back off the narrow road, the old manse was quiet, with one exception, a scream of pain and terror filtering from somewhere behind the closed doors and windows of the Dunladen family mansion. If some snooping intruder could hear it who wasn't familiar with the area and was skulking Read more…nearby the ancient stone structure and who had something other than a nefarious purpose for their presence, they might very likely have called the police and reported a crime in progress. But Cecilia's voice was barely discernible from outside the thick stone walls. In fact, what was occurring was indeed a crime, a crime of passion. Or maybe withholding someone's pleasure *isn't* a crime?
Andre had made her orgasm many multiple times over the past six hours. Her flesh was bruised and in some spots bloody. She didn't care. Andre made her orgasm again. This was why she'd screamed. This time Cecilia orgasmed when he delivered the twentieth lash of the dragon-tail whip against her ass and the backs of her thighs. His sperm and her cunt's own slut-slime ran in thick sheets down her inner thighs and she shuddered in delight as the slimy emissions coated her flesh.
"Do you enjoy this, slut?" Andre loudly asked her.
"No!" Cecilia screamed. She *did* like it though. She was her Andre's adoring slave all through each day and night. His tempting, sexy little cock-tease and innovatively creative red haired seductress, always stirring and fueling his lust in every way she could dream up... until her own deep cravings and needs overpowered her mind and body and some mischievously primal masochistic creature took over her mind so she *had* to rile him, try to make him angry, forcing him into having no choice other than to bring her to the iron clad, riveted heavy door and turn his key to unlock it, pulling her kicking and screaming into this private dark chamber, restraining her by force, then teaching her another much needed lesson, one more time yet again. She loved it. She loved telling him *no*. This was her most arousing fantasy. She battled against him, fought him, hit and kicked him and then, in the final struggle, he conquered her. He bound her and dragged her by her hair, here, to his dark inner Room of Doom, restrained her and then fucked her relentlessly, brutally, hard and often, over and over, using her without mercy, caning, whipping and torturing her, breaking her skin and calling her vulgar names all the entire while, until he sensed she was ready to confess her wicked heart's true desires to him.
"I *hate* it, you sadistically cruel fucking asshole!" she screamed.
Andre's cock jerked. He dropped the whip and pulled Cecilia's long, wavy red hair, her head having no option but to go with his strength and expose her soft neck to his ferocity.
"Asshole?" he snarled. He growled and bit down her neck. His teeth marked her skin deeply. Another series of bruises painted her white flesh with a deep red love bite she'd sport for days to come. "You want it up the asshole, you anal whore?" he demanded to know.
He reached around from behind her and grabbed her right tit in an iron grip. "Is having your asshole violated what you want next, my slut? My fat fucking cock? My thick cock ravaging your most intimate whore hole and fucking your ass?" His left hand came back and he slapped her asscheek hard as he twisted her long, severely swollen and tightly clamped nipple.
"Oww!" Cecilia shrieked out. Her arms pulled on the chains keeping her shackled wrists tethered to the wall. Her leg ironed ankles were chained to the floor. She was spread eagle before him. Andre's breath enveloped her neck and shoulders. Her ass burned from his previous intensely hard spankings and another burning smack sent a new wave of searing pain through her veins as his open palm slammed into the mushy, soggy, soft hairless flesh of her swollenly bulging, sperm and slut-slime soaked cunt. Cecilia screamed, yet refused him the pleasure of seeing her tears.
"Well whore? Do you want to be fucked up the ass?"
Andre already had his large cock covered in lube, as well as his wife's juices. Her ass was ready for him. It too was already prepared by a huge injection of lube as part of her earlier humiliation. Andre spread her red asscheeks, bruising her soft skin as she arched her back deeply to present her holes in all their glory to him as best she could while held so tightly from moving. In position, he rammed his cock into her slippery, lube-filled asshole.
"Yes!" Cecilia screamed. "Fuck my ass! Oh fuck me, Andre! Harder! Oh, FUCK yes! Fuck me, baby, fuck my whore asshole!"
As he pounded his cock into her, Cecilia was screaming. His teeth were still marking her flesh and she loved every second of it. Her welted back streamed tiny beads of blood where the tips of his cat-o-nine had grazed her skin. His nails had raked marks on her tits. His mouth had sucked and plundered her cunt and brought her nipples to their greatest fat thickness, length and hardness, only to suck them even harder to make her scream in pain as he tasted blood, before clipping on the clamps and weights onto them. Now she was getting what she craved.
"Alright you harpy tongued cunt. Harder and faster. You *love* having me hurting you, don't you?" Andre grabbed her hips, pulled his cock from her ass and let her catch her breath so she could answer.
"Fuck! Yes, I do, I do! Oh fuck, Andre! Give your cock back to me! Please! Fuck me, Andre!" Cecilia was on the edge of another cliff, but this one was higher, this one was THE ONE. She felt it. "Andre! Oh fuck me, please!"
Andre stabbed his hard cock into her tight asshole one more time. His fingers dug into her hips. His mouth latched onto her shoulder. He bit her hard as he exploded scorching, scalding sperm deep inside her dark hole swallowing his cock and now spasming around his thick shaft, milking his cock and balls of the essence she craved. "Ahhhh!" Andre yelled as he tasted the copper flavor of blood and drank it while his cock throbbed and pulsed with the bursts of sperm released from deep within his balls into deep within her hot, voracious bowels.
Cecilia felt the boiling hot sperm soak her innards with fiery, cloying, thick slime. She clamped her rectum tight on his cock, squeezed it with all the strength of her muscular asscheeks as she felt infernally blazing shocks of her orgasmic spasms rock throughout her body. She jerked on her chains and as the pain of his teeth on her flesh reached her anguished mind, she screamed out her release. "Andre! Oh my fucking love!"
The sperm flowed thick from her cunt as her slut-slime spouted in hot geysers like Old Faithful, squirting from her spasming cunt. The lovers' combined emissions ran down her slick hairless cunt lips, covering her legs to her ankles as the lust crazed pair stood in a wide pool of her cunt's sweet nectar. Very shortly they both laid in the pool of her slimy release while she recovered in the nest of his strong arms and her husband gently slathered her with the oily honey of her ejaculate as it became the soothing lotion her true love used only minutes after her agonies ceased as a balm to rub into her tortured and trembling skin while her wet mouth and her tongue and throat cleansed his flagging cock once again, in hopes of arousing him for yet another round.
Andre had made her orgasm many multiple times over the past six hours. Her flesh was bruised and in some spots bloody. She didn't care. Andre made her orgasm again. This was why she'd screamed. This time Cecilia orgasmed when he delivered the twentieth lash of the dragon-tail whip against her ass and the backs of her thighs. His sperm and her cunt's own slut-slime ran in thick sheets down her inner thighs and she shuddered in delight as the slimy emissions coated her flesh.
"Do you enjoy this, slut?" Andre loudly asked her.
"No!" Cecilia screamed. She *did* like it though. She was her Andre's adoring slave all through each day and night. His tempting, sexy little cock-tease and innovatively creative red haired seductress, always stirring and fueling his lust in every way she could dream up... until her own deep cravings and needs overpowered her mind and body and some mischievously primal masochistic creature took over her mind so she *had* to rile him, try to make him angry, forcing him into having no choice other than to bring her to the iron clad, riveted heavy door and turn his key to unlock it, pulling her kicking and screaming into this private dark chamber, restraining her by force, then teaching her another much needed lesson, one more time yet again. She loved it. She loved telling him *no*. This was her most arousing fantasy. She battled against him, fought him, hit and kicked him and then, in the final struggle, he conquered her. He bound her and dragged her by her hair, here, to his dark inner Room of Doom, restrained her and then fucked her relentlessly, brutally, hard and often, over and over, using her without mercy, caning, whipping and torturing her, breaking her skin and calling her vulgar names all the entire while, until he sensed she was ready to confess her wicked heart's true desires to him.
"I *hate* it, you sadistically cruel fucking asshole!" she screamed.
Andre's cock jerked. He dropped the whip and pulled Cecilia's long, wavy red hair, her head having no option but to go with his strength and expose her soft neck to his ferocity.
"Asshole?" he snarled. He growled and bit down her neck. His teeth marked her skin deeply. Another series of bruises painted her white flesh with a deep red love bite she'd sport for days to come. "You want it up the asshole, you anal whore?" he demanded to know.
He reached around from behind her and grabbed her right tit in an iron grip. "Is having your asshole violated what you want next, my slut? My fat fucking cock? My thick cock ravaging your most intimate whore hole and fucking your ass?" His left hand came back and he slapped her asscheek hard as he twisted her long, severely swollen and tightly clamped nipple.
"Oww!" Cecilia shrieked out. Her arms pulled on the chains keeping her shackled wrists tethered to the wall. Her leg ironed ankles were chained to the floor. She was spread eagle before him. Andre's breath enveloped her neck and shoulders. Her ass burned from his previous intensely hard spankings and another burning smack sent a new wave of searing pain through her veins as his open palm slammed into the mushy, soggy, soft hairless flesh of her swollenly bulging, sperm and slut-slime soaked cunt. Cecilia screamed, yet refused him the pleasure of seeing her tears.
"Well whore? Do you want to be fucked up the ass?"
Andre already had his large cock covered in lube, as well as his wife's juices. Her ass was ready for him. It too was already prepared by a huge injection of lube as part of her earlier humiliation. Andre spread her red asscheeks, bruising her soft skin as she arched her back deeply to present her holes in all their glory to him as best she could while held so tightly from moving. In position, he rammed his cock into her slippery, lube-filled asshole.
"Yes!" Cecilia screamed. "Fuck my ass! Oh fuck me, Andre! Harder! Oh, FUCK yes! Fuck me, baby, fuck my whore asshole!"
As he pounded his cock into her, Cecilia was screaming. His teeth were still marking her flesh and she loved every second of it. Her welted back streamed tiny beads of blood where the tips of his cat-o-nine had grazed her skin. His nails had raked marks on her tits. His mouth had sucked and plundered her cunt and brought her nipples to their greatest fat thickness, length and hardness, only to suck them even harder to make her scream in pain as he tasted blood, before clipping on the clamps and weights onto them. Now she was getting what she craved.
"Alright you harpy tongued cunt. Harder and faster. You *love* having me hurting you, don't you?" Andre grabbed her hips, pulled his cock from her ass and let her catch her breath so she could answer.
"Fuck! Yes, I do, I do! Oh fuck, Andre! Give your cock back to me! Please! Fuck me, Andre!" Cecilia was on the edge of another cliff, but this one was higher, this one was THE ONE. She felt it. "Andre! Oh fuck me, please!"
Andre stabbed his hard cock into her tight asshole one more time. His fingers dug into her hips. His mouth latched onto her shoulder. He bit her hard as he exploded scorching, scalding sperm deep inside her dark hole swallowing his cock and now spasming around his thick shaft, milking his cock and balls of the essence she craved. "Ahhhh!" Andre yelled as he tasted the copper flavor of blood and drank it while his cock throbbed and pulsed with the bursts of sperm released from deep within his balls into deep within her hot, voracious bowels.
Cecilia felt the boiling hot sperm soak her innards with fiery, cloying, thick slime. She clamped her rectum tight on his cock, squeezed it with all the strength of her muscular asscheeks as she felt infernally blazing shocks of her orgasmic spasms rock throughout her body. She jerked on her chains and as the pain of his teeth on her flesh reached her anguished mind, she screamed out her release. "Andre! Oh my fucking love!"
The sperm flowed thick from her cunt as her slut-slime spouted in hot geysers like Old Faithful, squirting from her spasming cunt. The lovers' combined emissions ran down her slick hairless cunt lips, covering her legs to her ankles as the lust crazed pair stood in a wide pool of her cunt's sweet nectar. Very shortly they both laid in the pool of her slimy release while she recovered in the nest of his strong arms and her husband gently slathered her with the oily honey of her ejaculate as it became the soothing lotion her true love used only minutes after her agonies ceased as a balm to rub into her tortured and trembling skin while her wet mouth and her tongue and throat cleansed his flagging cock once again, in hopes of arousing him for yet another round.
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Yes, I very likely did, although the majority of my efforts were spent on rooms, often in frat houses, that needed entire walls, windows, doors and / or door frames, repaired or completely replaced. It paid well and I enjoyed the opportunity to do restoration to some form of perfection. If you're a Read more… U of M Alum, then count me as a friend.
Encryption
Morning wakened her with what had become a habitual unsettled feeling, aware she'd had the recurring dream once again. Seemingly, no matter what she tried to fill her mind with before drifting off to sleep, apparently her dreams somehow always devolved back to the dream, or some version of it Read more…anyway, she'd first dreamt when she was only six or seven years old. Maybe even earlier.
As a little girl, she'd wake up screaming in the night, but the reactions from her parents made her feel as if there must be something terribly wrong if her dreams were disturbing her so much, and they would end up having to send her to some kind of brain doctor, which to her back then, sounded even more frightening at the time than her dreams. So she learned to swallow her fear down and repress the deep terror she felt, hiding her bad dreams from her mom and dad so she wouldn't be sent away to some terrifying brain doctor to have unimaginable things done inside her skull. At present, she herself was considering seeing a psychiatrist on her own, and wished she had back when her worried parents threatened her with sending her to one. They didn't seem as scary as her vague dream did these days, plus now she didn't view them as being nearly the threat losing her well being and sanity was.
But her parents were dead and gone now and the only thing she had left of them was the house she'd inherited after they died. She loved the old house, with all of it's warm memories from growing up here, the big yard sloping up to it and all the big shade trees, the beautiful flower beds and the garden out back in the sunny corner of the yard away from the giant old Oak tree, who's lowest thick branch still held the swing she used to swing on as a little girl when she got tired of playing with her dolls or making castles in the sand box.
Thinking of the swing, she reminded herself to go to the hardware to buy some new rope heavy enough to support her weight now, certain the old rope was probably so rotten it would break if she tried sitting in the swing now. Her mind working along these lines, she got up and started her day, showering after pouring herself a cup of coffee from the automatic coffee maker on the kitchen counter, then pulling on shorts and a T-shirt while mentally adding to her shopping list for things from the grocery, and reminding herself not to forget to return the books to the library and maybe pick up a couple more to read. It was sunny outside and looked like a nice day, so once her shopping was finished, she wanted to come home and do some weeding in the garden. She hated how the weekends always seemed to fly by far too quickly, and wanted to go back to work on Monday feeling like she'd accomplished worthwhile tasks to make her recent move back to her childhood home more pleasant and to turn it into the warm nesting place that suited her gentle personality.
After some toast and jam, she added the things she thought of to her shopping list and put her runners on, grabbed her purse and keys, and stepped out of the kitchen door into the garage, pushing the button to open the garage door and climbed in and started her car. As she was backing out she saw Tommy, the neighborhood kid she paid to mow her lawn, trundling up the sidewalk, pushing his mower, so she waited on him as she lowered her driver's window to speak to him.
When he'd closed the distance between them, she called out, " Hey Tommy, can I get your help when I get back from the store?"
"Sure, Ms. H., I'd be glad to help you."
"It isn't a big deal, Tommy, but I want to replace the old rope on the tree swing out back with a new rope and I need you to climb up and cut the old rope down and tie the new one to the branch in it's place."
"Okay, Ms. H., I'll probably be finishing up with your yard just as you're getting back. I'll see you then."
As she drove away she thought to herself what a nice kid Tommy was and then her mind turned to organizing everything she wanted to get done today. She made her first stop at the library, dropping off her borrowed books at the desk, taking a quick look at the list of new books available and then going into the romance section and finding a couple of fun looking novels from the stacks and checking them out back at the desk. Her next stop was the hardware store. The nice man there listened as she told him what she wanted and what her intended purpose for the rope was, then led her to the rope they had in stock. He asked how much she needed, but she wasn't certain of the height of the Oak's big branch, so she simply bought a hundred feet of one inch thick rope the man assured her would hold more than her body weight up, as he looked at her great figure appreciatively.
After leaving the hardware with her purchase she headed on to the grocery store and did her shopping, buying all the necessities on her list, plus a few items for desserts she planned on making, and some bottles of wine she didn't actually need, but which would be a nice treat for an evening of relaxing and reading, She was back home again in just under two hours, pulling into her garage just as Tommy was cleaning his mower off beside the driveway. Tommy helped her to carry the groceries into the kitchen, where she offered him a coke, which he gratefully accepted. They chatted for a bit as Tommy drank his coke and told her about his uncle, who he said built really nice decks for folks who wanted to have an outdoor area added on to their homes.
Having a deck off of her kitchen was one of her goals for the near future, so she wrote down the name and phone number of Tommy's uncle for later reference before they went back out to the garage and retrieved the heavy rope from her car's trunk. It didn't take long for Tommy to shinny up the tree to where he could scoot out onto the big branch, having tied some twine to the end of the rope so he could pull it up to him after he'd cut the old rope down with his pocket knife. It seemed she only needed about half as much rope as she'd bought at the hardware when the new rope was in place and she sat in the swing to test it out. Tommy shinnied back down from the tree, but dropped his pocket knife as he was doing so. The odd thing was, even though she saw where it landed, it wasn't there when they looked for it.
She thanked Tommy for his excellent help and promised him she'd buy him a new and better pocket knife to replace the one they couldn't find in the freshly cut grass at the base of the Oak, then took Tommy inside to clean and bandage a cut he'd gotten when he stuck his hand into a hole in the old Oak tree at it's very base between two of it's out spread roots. He complained, saying it was nothing, probably a cut from the sharp shell husks of some nuts squirrels living in the tree had left in the dirt inside the hole. She thought he was probably right, but she could remember the hole in the tree being smaller than the size it was now, big enough a raccoon could be living in there. She shuddered at the idea of Tommy having been bitten by a rabid raccoon and thought she'd look into having a tree service come seal up the hole for her.
There is a little known being of terrors and night sweats, a tiny beast in size, but an evil of monstrous proportions with a malevolence it bends toward mankind with a vengeance. The Native American people it shared the forests with were, at one time, friendly toward it. That is, until those canny warriors saw through this monster's façade intended to disguise it's true purpose. You see, it had no female counterpart in it's race of beings, and thus wanted nothing more than to propagate it's race by the means of reproducing with human women, taking the resulting innocent, but hideous offspring to raise and train in the ways of their atrocities, as one of their own.
Yet it's cruelty and utter lack of compassionate feelings were rapidly discovered as the poor native maidens it kidnapped and cohabited with escaped to tell the stories of their abuse and horrible tortures at the hands of the evil minded little freaks of Nature, whose barbarous tendencies blanched even the very worst cruelties attributed to the Native Americans in the battle heat of their hatred for their enemies. This creature is a cryptid. A chthonic, or earth-dwelling elemental, and in this case, an ugly little demon spawn known in ancient American Indian myths as a pukwudgie. This word was translated by Henry Schoolcraft as "little wild man of the woods that vanishes".
The pukwudgie is a man-like creature said to be anywhere from about a foot tall to as much as three feet tall and much like the old world gremlins and gnomes, except these are known to use magic, to create fire, appear and disappear at will, lure people to their deaths, to kidnap people, women especially, to push people off cliffs, attack their victims with short knives and spears, to use sand to blind their victims, and who would launch poison arrows to kill a person.
Unknown to our heroine, there was one of these ghastly, deformed whims of Nature living inside the ancient Oak tree, who'd made this tree his home since before the time of the coming of Europeans to the New World, and who had been coveting her since she was a spindly legged five year old, when he first noticed her playing in the yard. He made it a practice afterwards to corrupt her dreams whenever she slept in her bed at the house she grew up in, preparing her for his nefarious plans he'd plotted for the debauched perversions he planned for her carnal abuse and perpetual rapes, and thus give him all of the hideously infernal infants, which the French call Cambions, -- Enfans des Demons, as his to raise and regale in for all of her foreseeable future of forced sexual slavery to him.
Thus it was that after Tommy put the extra rope and the twine back in the garage and left, wheeling his lawn mower home, she spent the remainder of the day weeding in the garden, then trimming the rose bushes, from which she cut several blooms for a center piece on the dining room table. She finally went back inside and fixed herself a nice meal as the Sun dipped toward the West, having a glass of wine with it. One glass turned into two more as, after cleaning up the dinner dishes, she spent some time in the back yard as the sun tipped to rest on the Western horizon, swinging gently a little in her swing as the evening breeze cooled the air, while she surveyed her good day's worth of accomplishments in her lovely garden, which was beginning to take on the peaceful and beautifully pleasant aura she envisioned for it. As darkness began to loom, she went back inside and spent the rest of the evening reading one of the new romance novels she'd borrowed. Going onto eleven, she closed her book and headed off to bed, giggling to herself that she was probably too tipsy and full of naughty fantasies now to be visited by her nasty nightmares.
She awoke to find herself naked, staring around in horror, trying to place where she might be and why. She finally realized she must be inside of the hollow Oak tree, not knowing it was the lair of the pukwudgie. But she could see the grotesque little monster beneath her, tying off twines he'd tied to her big toes and then used to spread her dangling legs wide apart to accomplish his plot for whatever he had in mind to do to her. He was brown, filthy and looked shriveled up, and maybe two feet tall, but with a bulging hump in his back.
He wore nothing at all but long scraggly hair on an oversized head and some kind of amulet on a thong around his neck. He was ugly to look at, with a malevolent face dominated by a long, wide nose, big, beady, glittering black eyes, and a huge overbite caused by jagged teeth looking far too large to fit in his mouth. He had cruel, thin lips stretched over them, but what bothered her the most was the obviously oversized dimensions of his penis, dangling between his legs and, although limp, nearly half of his height in length.
She was strung up from some point above her by her hair and what she thought may be the extra rope from the tree swing he'd apparently stolen from where she'd had Tommy put it in the garage, and tied around her just underneath her arms. Her wrists were bound together behind her back, thus making her naked breasts jut out before her. She gazed around in fear at the glimmering blue and green flickers of light which she thought, as a little girl, were faerie lights, but learned in her education were probably glow worms, the icky larvae and adult larviform females of beetles that glow through bioluminescence. They are but tiny predators, which eat millipedes and other arthropods occurring in soil and on decaying dead organic matter and any decaying woody vegetative litter, such as what occurs on the inside surfaces of a hollow tree trunk as the wood slowly rots and deteriorates due to insect and bacterial infestation.
Somehow her dreams from early childhood on became suddenly clear in her mind as she experienced total and lucid recall of them. It was for this reason she knew she dare not make a sound or offer the least bit of resistance if she wanted to live. But for mercy's sake, what hell, what brutish vulgarity and inhumanity, what molestation, abuse and rape must she endure before this demon killed her or released her? If only she could imagine, her life of more constant and repeated terrors was only just beginning.
As a little girl, she'd wake up screaming in the night, but the reactions from her parents made her feel as if there must be something terribly wrong if her dreams were disturbing her so much, and they would end up having to send her to some kind of brain doctor, which to her back then, sounded even more frightening at the time than her dreams. So she learned to swallow her fear down and repress the deep terror she felt, hiding her bad dreams from her mom and dad so she wouldn't be sent away to some terrifying brain doctor to have unimaginable things done inside her skull. At present, she herself was considering seeing a psychiatrist on her own, and wished she had back when her worried parents threatened her with sending her to one. They didn't seem as scary as her vague dream did these days, plus now she didn't view them as being nearly the threat losing her well being and sanity was.
But her parents were dead and gone now and the only thing she had left of them was the house she'd inherited after they died. She loved the old house, with all of it's warm memories from growing up here, the big yard sloping up to it and all the big shade trees, the beautiful flower beds and the garden out back in the sunny corner of the yard away from the giant old Oak tree, who's lowest thick branch still held the swing she used to swing on as a little girl when she got tired of playing with her dolls or making castles in the sand box.
Thinking of the swing, she reminded herself to go to the hardware to buy some new rope heavy enough to support her weight now, certain the old rope was probably so rotten it would break if she tried sitting in the swing now. Her mind working along these lines, she got up and started her day, showering after pouring herself a cup of coffee from the automatic coffee maker on the kitchen counter, then pulling on shorts and a T-shirt while mentally adding to her shopping list for things from the grocery, and reminding herself not to forget to return the books to the library and maybe pick up a couple more to read. It was sunny outside and looked like a nice day, so once her shopping was finished, she wanted to come home and do some weeding in the garden. She hated how the weekends always seemed to fly by far too quickly, and wanted to go back to work on Monday feeling like she'd accomplished worthwhile tasks to make her recent move back to her childhood home more pleasant and to turn it into the warm nesting place that suited her gentle personality.
After some toast and jam, she added the things she thought of to her shopping list and put her runners on, grabbed her purse and keys, and stepped out of the kitchen door into the garage, pushing the button to open the garage door and climbed in and started her car. As she was backing out she saw Tommy, the neighborhood kid she paid to mow her lawn, trundling up the sidewalk, pushing his mower, so she waited on him as she lowered her driver's window to speak to him.
When he'd closed the distance between them, she called out, " Hey Tommy, can I get your help when I get back from the store?"
"Sure, Ms. H., I'd be glad to help you."
"It isn't a big deal, Tommy, but I want to replace the old rope on the tree swing out back with a new rope and I need you to climb up and cut the old rope down and tie the new one to the branch in it's place."
"Okay, Ms. H., I'll probably be finishing up with your yard just as you're getting back. I'll see you then."
As she drove away she thought to herself what a nice kid Tommy was and then her mind turned to organizing everything she wanted to get done today. She made her first stop at the library, dropping off her borrowed books at the desk, taking a quick look at the list of new books available and then going into the romance section and finding a couple of fun looking novels from the stacks and checking them out back at the desk. Her next stop was the hardware store. The nice man there listened as she told him what she wanted and what her intended purpose for the rope was, then led her to the rope they had in stock. He asked how much she needed, but she wasn't certain of the height of the Oak's big branch, so she simply bought a hundred feet of one inch thick rope the man assured her would hold more than her body weight up, as he looked at her great figure appreciatively.
After leaving the hardware with her purchase she headed on to the grocery store and did her shopping, buying all the necessities on her list, plus a few items for desserts she planned on making, and some bottles of wine she didn't actually need, but which would be a nice treat for an evening of relaxing and reading, She was back home again in just under two hours, pulling into her garage just as Tommy was cleaning his mower off beside the driveway. Tommy helped her to carry the groceries into the kitchen, where she offered him a coke, which he gratefully accepted. They chatted for a bit as Tommy drank his coke and told her about his uncle, who he said built really nice decks for folks who wanted to have an outdoor area added on to their homes.
Having a deck off of her kitchen was one of her goals for the near future, so she wrote down the name and phone number of Tommy's uncle for later reference before they went back out to the garage and retrieved the heavy rope from her car's trunk. It didn't take long for Tommy to shinny up the tree to where he could scoot out onto the big branch, having tied some twine to the end of the rope so he could pull it up to him after he'd cut the old rope down with his pocket knife. It seemed she only needed about half as much rope as she'd bought at the hardware when the new rope was in place and she sat in the swing to test it out. Tommy shinnied back down from the tree, but dropped his pocket knife as he was doing so. The odd thing was, even though she saw where it landed, it wasn't there when they looked for it.
She thanked Tommy for his excellent help and promised him she'd buy him a new and better pocket knife to replace the one they couldn't find in the freshly cut grass at the base of the Oak, then took Tommy inside to clean and bandage a cut he'd gotten when he stuck his hand into a hole in the old Oak tree at it's very base between two of it's out spread roots. He complained, saying it was nothing, probably a cut from the sharp shell husks of some nuts squirrels living in the tree had left in the dirt inside the hole. She thought he was probably right, but she could remember the hole in the tree being smaller than the size it was now, big enough a raccoon could be living in there. She shuddered at the idea of Tommy having been bitten by a rabid raccoon and thought she'd look into having a tree service come seal up the hole for her.
There is a little known being of terrors and night sweats, a tiny beast in size, but an evil of monstrous proportions with a malevolence it bends toward mankind with a vengeance. The Native American people it shared the forests with were, at one time, friendly toward it. That is, until those canny warriors saw through this monster's façade intended to disguise it's true purpose. You see, it had no female counterpart in it's race of beings, and thus wanted nothing more than to propagate it's race by the means of reproducing with human women, taking the resulting innocent, but hideous offspring to raise and train in the ways of their atrocities, as one of their own.
Yet it's cruelty and utter lack of compassionate feelings were rapidly discovered as the poor native maidens it kidnapped and cohabited with escaped to tell the stories of their abuse and horrible tortures at the hands of the evil minded little freaks of Nature, whose barbarous tendencies blanched even the very worst cruelties attributed to the Native Americans in the battle heat of their hatred for their enemies. This creature is a cryptid. A chthonic, or earth-dwelling elemental, and in this case, an ugly little demon spawn known in ancient American Indian myths as a pukwudgie. This word was translated by Henry Schoolcraft as "little wild man of the woods that vanishes".
The pukwudgie is a man-like creature said to be anywhere from about a foot tall to as much as three feet tall and much like the old world gremlins and gnomes, except these are known to use magic, to create fire, appear and disappear at will, lure people to their deaths, to kidnap people, women especially, to push people off cliffs, attack their victims with short knives and spears, to use sand to blind their victims, and who would launch poison arrows to kill a person.
Unknown to our heroine, there was one of these ghastly, deformed whims of Nature living inside the ancient Oak tree, who'd made this tree his home since before the time of the coming of Europeans to the New World, and who had been coveting her since she was a spindly legged five year old, when he first noticed her playing in the yard. He made it a practice afterwards to corrupt her dreams whenever she slept in her bed at the house she grew up in, preparing her for his nefarious plans he'd plotted for the debauched perversions he planned for her carnal abuse and perpetual rapes, and thus give him all of the hideously infernal infants, which the French call Cambions, -- Enfans des Demons, as his to raise and regale in for all of her foreseeable future of forced sexual slavery to him.
Thus it was that after Tommy put the extra rope and the twine back in the garage and left, wheeling his lawn mower home, she spent the remainder of the day weeding in the garden, then trimming the rose bushes, from which she cut several blooms for a center piece on the dining room table. She finally went back inside and fixed herself a nice meal as the Sun dipped toward the West, having a glass of wine with it. One glass turned into two more as, after cleaning up the dinner dishes, she spent some time in the back yard as the sun tipped to rest on the Western horizon, swinging gently a little in her swing as the evening breeze cooled the air, while she surveyed her good day's worth of accomplishments in her lovely garden, which was beginning to take on the peaceful and beautifully pleasant aura she envisioned for it. As darkness began to loom, she went back inside and spent the rest of the evening reading one of the new romance novels she'd borrowed. Going onto eleven, she closed her book and headed off to bed, giggling to herself that she was probably too tipsy and full of naughty fantasies now to be visited by her nasty nightmares.
She awoke to find herself naked, staring around in horror, trying to place where she might be and why. She finally realized she must be inside of the hollow Oak tree, not knowing it was the lair of the pukwudgie. But she could see the grotesque little monster beneath her, tying off twines he'd tied to her big toes and then used to spread her dangling legs wide apart to accomplish his plot for whatever he had in mind to do to her. He was brown, filthy and looked shriveled up, and maybe two feet tall, but with a bulging hump in his back.
He wore nothing at all but long scraggly hair on an oversized head and some kind of amulet on a thong around his neck. He was ugly to look at, with a malevolent face dominated by a long, wide nose, big, beady, glittering black eyes, and a huge overbite caused by jagged teeth looking far too large to fit in his mouth. He had cruel, thin lips stretched over them, but what bothered her the most was the obviously oversized dimensions of his penis, dangling between his legs and, although limp, nearly half of his height in length.
She was strung up from some point above her by her hair and what she thought may be the extra rope from the tree swing he'd apparently stolen from where she'd had Tommy put it in the garage, and tied around her just underneath her arms. Her wrists were bound together behind her back, thus making her naked breasts jut out before her. She gazed around in fear at the glimmering blue and green flickers of light which she thought, as a little girl, were faerie lights, but learned in her education were probably glow worms, the icky larvae and adult larviform females of beetles that glow through bioluminescence. They are but tiny predators, which eat millipedes and other arthropods occurring in soil and on decaying dead organic matter and any decaying woody vegetative litter, such as what occurs on the inside surfaces of a hollow tree trunk as the wood slowly rots and deteriorates due to insect and bacterial infestation.
Somehow her dreams from early childhood on became suddenly clear in her mind as she experienced total and lucid recall of them. It was for this reason she knew she dare not make a sound or offer the least bit of resistance if she wanted to live. But for mercy's sake, what hell, what brutish vulgarity and inhumanity, what molestation, abuse and rape must she endure before this demon killed her or released her? If only she could imagine, her life of more constant and repeated terrors was only just beginning.
A Night of Precipitant Sparks
Susan was much more sexually reserved than I and it took me nearly two years of marriage to even begin to lure any of her sexual fantasies out of her. I knew she had them, since she was a very creative person, but she was reluctant to share them. I think out of her embarrassment; however, I kept up Read more…a frequent trend of discussing sexual topics with her until eventually she felt more comfortable talking about most subjects dealing with sex between us, as I slowly introduced her to and expanded upon my many perverted, and often sadistic preferences. We went on a vacation and when we arrived at our hotel, I asked her to join me for a drink in the hotel bar. We got on the elevator and headed down. Sue sat at a table near a window, overlooking the view and away from the noise of the lounge as I walked to the bar to order our drinks. As I stood waiting, I noticed a guy at the bar staring at Susan.
It would've been easy to mistake her for being alone since I'd come straight to the bar. I could see he was checking her out, his eyes lingering over her repeatedly. She had her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and was dressed casually, wearing a sheer white blouse with a black tank-top under it. The blouse was unbuttoned and showed her cleavage and the full roundness of her tits.
She had perfectly sized tits to suit her petite and athletic frame, yet without making her look too top heavy, but with unusually outward bloated, puffy areolae and very thick, inch long nipples she had a real hard time hiding, even with heavily lined bras. And she hated wearing bras because they irritated her nipples. Her tanned and muscular legs were crossed and extended from under the table, topped by a short pair of tiny white shorts I loved on her because of how well they accentuated the taut, sexy globes of her firm little ass. The bartender handed me our drinks, but I hesitated for a moment to watch this stranger admire my wife. She was checking messages on her phone and oblivious to him. He finally broke his gaze as his friends pulled him back into their conversation and I made my way over to the table with our drinks.
I made a toast to being on vacation, saying I hope she has a chance to relax and enjoy herself. After some small talk my thoughts returned to the guy who'd been watching her. "You know, there was a guy over there really checking you out while I was at the bar." I said.
"Oh, no there wasn't." she responded, slightly embarrassed, "No one would be checking me out."
"Yes there was. The young guy over there in the blue button down shirt. He was most certainly checking you out. I watched him the entire time I was getting our drinks and he seemed to really like what he saw." A slight blush rose to her cheeks as I continued to speak. "What wouldn't he like? You're beautiful, extremely sexy and your tanned legs are absolute eye catchers."
"You're so full of shit." she said, even more embarrassed but loving my compliments. "I'm just another married woman and I'm not even dressed to impress."
"It's what makes you so sexy, though. It's what attracted me to you in the first place. You were casual and laid back, not even trying to be cool or sexy. You've always made the natural look work for you." I took a sip of my drink and made an animated glance under the table at her toned, tan legs, raising an eyebrow and smiling. This drew an instant smirk from her as she sipped her wine.
"You know, I'd love to sit in a bar and watch guys hit on you. Just sit away from you and watch them check you out, come over trying to hit on you and have you flirt back with them." She stared at me with her mouth slightly open over her raised wine glass. "A lot of the girls I dated in college I knew as friends long before we went out and I saw them get picked up in bars many times. When we dated and eventually hooked-up, it always turned me on to think about the other guys I knew they'd left the bars with. You've always been hesitant to tell me about any of your past hook-ups so it'd be my chance to see you in action."
"My past really isn't very exciting, I've told you so. Besides, I bet I could sit at the bar all night long and not one guy would come up and talk to some frumpy married woman sitting alone."
"You're not a frumpy married woman and, besides, you'd be surprised. Women sitting alone attract men like blood in the water attracts sharks, we can smell you a mile away." I pulled my chair closer around the table to her and spoke softly, "I bet you'd have a guy hitting on you in a matter of minutes, definitely before the end of your first drink. I'd just sit off a bit and watch him undress you with his eyes from afar, because he would. Then he'd come over and try to start a conversation. I'm guessing you'd act uninterested at first, not making eye contact and forcing him to put out more effort. He'd offer to buy you a drink and then, as it was delivered, you'd finally make eye contact and engage in the conversation."
"After a while he'd casually put his hand on your knee and you might shift yourself toward him a bit, showing a level of physical attraction. As his confidence grew and hormones began flowing, he might add some sexual innuendo into the conversation as his fingers began lightly stroking the soft skin of your leg. Taking cues from your responses, he'd try to get closer to you, leaning into you and putting his arm around the back of your chair. I could imagine you turning your seat toward him and opening your legs slightly so the hand on your knee could move to graze his fingertips on the inside of your thigh. Then, depending on how crowded the bar was, he might either try to move his fingers up your thigh, or just proposition you to return to his room for a drink."
I could see she was aroused, as the blood had rushed to her neck and face. She stared at me with semi-distant eyes, as if still deep in my words.
"Well, am I very far off?"
"I'd be so embarrassed if another guy hit on me, and besides, I'm not interested in anyone but you. I wouldn't even know how to act."
"I know you're not interested in anyone else, it's why I'm sharing this with you. I'm totally certain your lack of interest is a fact." I let my words sink in for a moment before asking, "So, what would you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Would you let him caress your thigh, maybe even touch your cunt? I mean, let's imagine you were wearing a skirt. Would you let his hand go under it?"
"I don't know."
"Close your eyes and think about it. There's no harm in thinking about it as it's just you and I talking here. Would you let his hand go up under your skirt?"
She took a big gulp of her wine and closed her eyes. "I don't know, I might. Depending on how he looked." I could see her breath deepen and the blush in her cheeks and throat increase.
"Think about his hand easing up your thigh." I whispered, watching her as she fell into the image in her mind. Her legs shifted apart ever so slightly. "Think about his fingers slowly rubbing up and down your thigh, moving higher under your skirt with each pass until his fingers brush up against your cunt lips. Would you like it?"
Her eyes opened slowly and she took another drink of wine. "Yes." she said in a soft breathy voice.
My heart was pounding and my cock had grown stiff while I talked. "I want to take you upstairs and fuck you right now." I threw some cash on the table and offered her my hand as I stood. She gave me a devilish grin and nodded. We almost ran to the elevators and entered the open doors. I punched the button for our floor and got behind her. As the doors slid shut, I started kissing the nape of her neck and pulled her hips back into my bulging pants.
"Oh my!" she stammered, "You seem to be all worked up."
"It turns me on more than you can imagine." I said, letting my hand course across her belt and down to the sexy wide gap between her upper thighs at her crotch. I could feel the heat through the thin cotton of her shorts as I pressed it into the broad expanse of damp meatiness the fabric covered. "Seems I'm not the only one who's worked up."
The elevator doors slid open and we walked quickly down the hall to our room. I opened the door and she took two steps inside, spinning toward me as the door clicked shut. Her mouth was open wide as she pulled my face to hers with both hands. Her tongue was in my mouth desperately seeking mine and she let out a soft moan when they met. I quickly slipped her blouse off her arms as I forced her backwards into the room. I pulled her tank top over her head and grasped her full, firm tits, kneading them insistently. We made it to the side of the bed and I threw her down on it, dropping down and kissing the sexy little swell of her otherwise flat and workout toned tummy.
One of my fetishes was for her to induce lactation in herself so I could drink her breast milk. The most noticeable side effects of the hormones she was taking with her vitamins were to swell her tits as they bloated with milk and to increase their size while bloating her areolae and nipples even more, as well as give her libido an extra boost so her arousal level increased to new extremes. She was pleased when her tits swelled with milk and happy when her nipples grew, dripped milk and throbbed. She was utterly out of her mind with orgasmic ecstasy when she found she had the most powerful orgasms ever when I sucked milk from her hard, engorged nipples and relieved the inner pressure of the milk bloating her tits.
So now I moved to her long, fat, erect nipples, taking each of them in my mouth and sucking hard on them. Nibbling lightly to make them even harder. My tongue coursed around each nipple, sucking deeply and drinking down big mouthfuls of warm, sweet breast milk before I glided down to her stud pierced belly button, where I dug my tongue in and swirled it. My hands unbuckled her belt and released the button of her shorts. I pulled the shorts down slowly, letting my tongue follow them down. She lifted her hips off the bed to let the shorts pass easily.
Since she hates wearing bras it really wasn't too hard to convince her to go pantiless as well, simply by citing all the health benefits of having fresh free air movement to let air circulate and evaporate so much of the moisture from an otherwise very damp, warm area where bacteria and yeast incubating and generating are encouraged by wearing them, rather than discouraged by going without. As I pulled down her shorts revealing her fully hairless pubic area, I was once again amazed at how flawlessly, baby skin soft and smooth the laser depilation treatments I'd gotten her to have done left the sun tanned fleshy pudenda and mounds of her wide and outward bulging, thick and meaty outer labia. The upper juncture of them framed her abnormally long, thick clit I'd paid to have a doctor very carefully pierce, installing a large diameter, thick gold ring through the hooded base of it, to hold back her hood and keep her clit perpetually erect and hard, sticking out straight like a baby boy's erection, it's tip pearlescently pink helmeted and shiny, only then to have it be continually rubbed and stimulated by the fabrics of the clothing she wore, keeping her always somewhat aroused.
When the shorts passed her knees they fell to the floor as she kicked them off with her sandals in one motion. I pulled my head back slightly to admire her beautiful cunt. I could see her slit glimmer with droplets of wetness and knew she was more turned on by our earlier conversation than I had imagined. As my tongue traced the outline of her cunt lips, I could taste her sweet juices and smell the heat from within. I ran my tongue back along the inside of her left thigh and back up it's length, pausing to breathe faintly upon her cunt lips before I made a similar track along her right thigh and back. When I let my tongue brush the outside of her lips, I could hear her catch her breath in anticipation.
Instead of giving her the immediate pleasure of my mouth, I stood and pulled my shirt and shorts off. She remained laid back on the bed with her eyes closed, never glancing at me and I knew her mind was flashing with the images my word descriptions created for her, so I half laid beside her and continued making up sexy scenarios, with her as the central seductive temptress and the various men in the bar as her suitors, vying for her attentions. I ran my stories through several different twists, including her sitting being approached as if she were a prostitute, trying to lure johns to take her back to their rooms for an hour of whatever they were willing to pay her to do for their satisfaction before she left them sated and drowsy to go back down the bar to hook up with another john. I had her squirming and wriggling her ass, rubbing her sexy body all over me as I lay next to her, filling her thoughts with naughty, sexy ideas throughout letting my hands glide back and forth from her knees, up her thighs to her hips and tummy, and finally to her tits. I leaned over and kissed her deeply on the mouth. "Would you have allowed a guy from the bar do this?"
"Yes." she whispered.
"I want you to think about being in some guy's room. His hands all over your body. His face buried in your gushing cunt and then his cock pounding you."
"Okay." she moaned breathlessly.
My hand crossed across her tummy and between her legs. My fingers touched her outer lips and I couldn't believe the amount of slimy wetness I found there. I slowly let a finger part her lips and slide between. She was hotter and wetter than I could remember since our days of dating. Her juices ran down my fingers and the insides of her thighs. Her back arched at my touch and her legs spread open invitingly. I pulled my fingers to my lips and tasted her for the first time of the day. I traced her juices across her own lips and kissed her deeply so we could both taste. I lowered myself down the bed until my knees were on the floor. I spread her legs with my hands and could see the juices running from her cunt. I buried my face into her wet gash, licking up her juices like a man who hasn't had water in days, sucking them from her inner folds. I pushed my tongue deep inside her and she let out a strangled moan. Her clit was completely swollen and sticking straight out an inch and three eighths, the thick gold ring holding the hood back out of the way as the big ring twitched with her every heartbeat. I took it between my lips and sucked on it lightly, pulling gently. She gasped and her hips bucked forward, driving my face into her cunt.
"Make me cum, now! God, fucking make me cum!" she gasped.
My tongue immediately went to work, coursing rings and figure eights around her clit. Her hips move methodically with my tongue as she fucked my face. Each push of her hips brought fresh gushes of juices forth from her cunt. She began to whimper and moan with each motion and soon my face was covered with her orgasm.
"Fuck me now! Oh God, please fuck me!" she screamed.
I stood and spread her legs further apart, putting the head of my nine inch cock at her wet hole. "Are you sure you want this guy to fuck you?" I asked.
"Yes, yes I need his cock inside my cunt now!" she yelled.
I slowly pushed the head of my cock inside her and found her even hotter and wetter than before. She hungrily pushed her cunt against me to get more cock inside. With one swift motion, I rammed the entire length of my cock inside her. She let out a scream and immediately began quivering with another orgasm. I pushed her knees back to her shoulders and began fucking her hard. Each thrust made her juices spray out, splashing across our stomachs and down my legs. We were soon in a huge wet puddle on the duvet. She was moaning with each thrust of my cock and I couldn't tell if she'd stopped orgasming, or was still in a prolonged orgasm. Her face was completely red with passion and her mouth open, gasping for air as she moaned and wailed.
"I'm going to blast strange sperm inside your horny cunt, you wantonly straying wife!" I moaned as I rammed into her, my climax overtaking me forcefully. The head of my cock was pressing against her cervix and I could feel my hot sperm pulsing and spattering her insides as it was filling her. My shoulders shivered while I continued to pound into her, feeling my hot sperm mixed with her cunt slime. I pulled out of her and watched my sperm drip from her red cunt and run down her ass crease to pool on the bed. I fell beside her and pulled her face to mine for a deep kiss. "You are amazing!" I gasped as I breathed heavily.
"You haven't made me cum so hard in a long time." she replied with a dreamy smile. "It was awesome."
We fell into a deep sleep entwined in the bed the rest of the afternoon, both of us exhausted from the unbelievable sex. When we awoke in the late afternoon I made reservations for us to go down to the restaurant for dinner that evening.
When she came out of the bathroom from getting ready for dinner, I could only gape open mouthed at her standing in the room wearing a simple, but sexy, black dress with a very low cut front showing off her great tits. The hem came to mid thigh, enough to exhibit her beautifully athletic and tanned legs. She had on nice black ankle and toe strap, five inch high stiletto heels, flexing her calves and tilting and showing off her sexy ass and the dark makeup outlining her beautiful brown eyes made them look so big and innocent.
"Wow!" I said, not taking my eyes off of her. "I'm going to have a hard time competing for you tonight. You look fabulous!"
She blushed and demurely replied, "It was what I was going for. I don't get to do this very often."
We strolled into the restaurant and saw the place was packed, so we checked in with the hostess and went to the bar to await the call for our reservation."
After a couple of drinks and some more sexy talk, she looked me in the eye. "Our fucking this afternoon was amazing. I can't stop thinking about the fantasy scenes you've described, how hot they make me feel and how extravagantly erotic and intense our fucking was as a result. I keep thinking how great you've made it all sound and I wonder if I should be scared of what you may be planning, but I can't wait to fuck you again."
I took a big swig of my drink to build the courage for what I was about to say. "What would you think about doing it tonight?" I asked.
"Yes!" she whispered, "I'll definitely fuck you tonight."
"No, I mean yes, but no." I stammered. "What if we followed through on part of the fantasy tonight?"
Fear immediately washed across her face and she almost dropped her glass of wine. "Oh my God, are you serious? There's no way. I don't want to fuck anyone else, I love you."
"Just calm down. I'm not talking about you having to go through with anything. I think it'd be fun just to try the flirting part we discussed." The fear in her eyes slowly faded away and her jaw relaxed.
"I never thought you were serious about any of it. I thought you were just talking. I can't imagine actually sitting at a bar and trying to pick up guys."
"Honey," I said in my calmest voice, looking deeply into her eyes, "I've always had a fantasy of you fucking other guys. I don't know if I'd even be comfortable with it, but I've often thought about watching you let yourself go and lose your inhibitions, indulging your own most arousing fantasies and determined to pursue their achievement in total, all-out lust with strange guys. If for no other reasons, than just to see you from a third person's perspective of observation and to show the extremes you can allow your arousal to extend to. You sitting at a bar flirting with some guy would be an entertaining happy medium. You'd be in complete control and it'd only go as far as you wanted it to. As far as you picking up guys, the way you look tonight would draw them to you like ants to a picnic."
Her eyes dropped to her glass of wine in deep thought. I could tell she was thinking about it, but not sure if it was still in panic or in earnest. When she looked back up at me, I could see a merry twinkle in her eyes.
"I wouldn't even know what to do. Do you know how long it's been since I've flirted with anyone but you? I'd just be dopey and nervous and probably come off like some dork."
Just then, the hostess came to seat us. She led us to a secluded booth for two near the windows in the back of the dining room. A small candle burned low in the center of the table offering a nice ambiance for our talk.
The waiter visited almost immediately as we sat down. I quickly scanned the wine list and found us a nice bottle to enjoy with our meal. After he left, I leaned closer across the table and talked just above a whisper. "It'd be fun. I'd be sitting as close as I can without being too conspicuous. You just need to sit at the bar, enjoy a drink or two and look bored. We're in a town with hundreds of businessmen and military men on station and on leave. They'll find you. All you have to do is hold down your end of a conversation, flirt if you want to and see what happens."
"I don't know. I'm already nervous just thinking about it. Look, I'm shaking." She held up her glass of wine showing noticeable ripples across the top.
We continued our discussion over wine and dinner. She didn't seem to notice I wasn't allowing her glass to go below half-full. We agreed we'd go to the sports bar in our hotel. I'd first find a table near enough to the bar to be in constant eyesight of her, but far enough away no one would notice me observing. She'd then find a seat at the bar, order a drink and wait to see what occurred.
After the first bottle of wine was emptied, I noticed her becoming more enthusiastic and involved in the planning as I also watched her huge nipples grow and tent the thin fabric of her sexy dress, a sure sign of her arousal. I'd often wanted to pierce her nipples with very large and thick gold rings like her clit, so they'd also stay at their largest dimensions on a perpetual basis. The problem is, she has to be able to express her breast milk to relieve the inner pressure on her glands, which she then refrigerates, as we both rely on it for casual drinking with our meals. So big rings pierced through her nipples would interfere with the expressing cup fully sealing around her nipple and areola and prevent the vacuum the process needs.
As we ate we talked and laughed about picking up others when younger and on our own. Both recounting how fun it was to be young and single, not knowing if or who you might end up with at the end of the night. We laughed about drunken mishaps ending in ridiculous outcomes. It was obvious she was getting into it.
"I'm still nervous," she said as we waited on the bill, "but excited. You promise nothing will happen?"
"I'm going to be less than twenty feet away from you. If some guy ends up being an ass, you just need to excuse yourself to the restroom and give me the sign." We'd agreed if she hooked her purse on her shoulder as she walked away from the bar, it meant I should meet her at the restrooms.
As I unclipped my credit card from the waiter's little tray and signed the receipt, she tucked her lips close to my ear and whispered, "This has made me really horny."
I turned my head and stared into her eyes, laying my lips firmly against hers. "Me too. Just remember, you're in control, you can do anything you want to and we can go up to our room whenever you like." She nodded in agreement as we walked across the lobby to the sports bar.
I went in first as she went to the Lady's room off the lobby, and, as planned, I found a table close to the bar. It was close enough to hear a normal conversation at the bar, but not so close I'd seem intrusive. I'd planned to seem interested in emails and texts on my phone while Susan sat at the bar. No sooner did I sit down than she strolled in. She looked beautiful as her eyes twinkled and she swayed seductively to an empty bar stool. I noticed she'd removed her wedding rings, as we discussed earlier, agreeing it'd be better to attract men.
A group of five or six guys in their thirties had been deep in a conversation across the bar, their discussion stuttering to a halt as several heads turned her way to watch her take her seat. One of them, a dark haired, rugged jaw line guy with deep-set eyes, was definitely checking her out. Susan ordered a glass of wine and took a huge gulp of it as soon as it arrived. She then stared off at one of the televisions in the bar. I kept an eye on the guy across the bar and saw him gaze her way several more times as he stayed involved in the conversation with his buddies.
After ten minutes I could tell Sue was getting nervous and fidgety at the bar. I was afraid she was going to get up and leave. But then I realized I'd lost sight of the rugged guy. He was no longer with his group. I casually scanned the bar and saw him making his way around the bar toward Sue.
There was a couple sitting to Susan's left, but there was enough room to her right for this guy to sidle up to the bar. He ordered a drink but didn't make eye contact with her immediately. I could see by her posture she was tensed, so she must've noticed him. Once his drink arrived, he shifted his weight so he could glance at her in his peripheral vision. He took a drink and turned his head slightly toward her. He said something and I quickly realized I wasn't going to be able to hear anything. Susan's head slowly shook in the negative and he went back to his drink. He shifted his body weight again, opening his posture to her a bit more as he said something else. I saw a smile cross Susan's face and color rushed into her cheeks. From my own experience, I was guessing he paid her a flattering compliment. Her body relaxed and she scooted forward in her seat as she turned to talk to him, which caused the skirt of her dress to slide up higher, showing off even more of her upper thighs, although I doubted she was in the least bit consciously aware of this much sexier and seductive effect.
Over the next several minutes their conversation became more engaging and both of them were making eye contact regularly. After a bit he moved closer to Susan, putting his arm on the back of her seat. I was slightly surprised she wasn't getting uncomfortable at this point, but she was being more openly flirtatious with him, leaning more toward him, with the fullness of her tits then filling and straining the deep split cleavage of her enticingly revealing dress further open and her nipples visibly tenting the filmy clinging fabric of her dress into outrageously obvious towers. Her hand, on several occasions, touched his arm or his hand on the bar and I could see she was actually enjoying the conversation.
The nuances of flirtation continued as their conversation did. The seat next to Susan opened up and he sat down. Almost immediately, his hand disappeared from my view and I had a hunch it was on her knee or thigh. Sue stiffened and glanced my way nervously. Without being obvious, I took a drink, winking and nodding to her, encouraging her to continue. My mind envisioned his hand resting on her knee somewhere just below the hem of her dress, caressing it lightly. I was hoping she'd go with it. I could see she was excited, but still nervous. He turned his head away from her for a moment to look toward his friends and she caught my eyes and tilted her head to the exit. I sat my drink down and made my way toward the bathroom, knowing she'd excuse herself shortly thereafter.
We met in the short hallway near the restrooms, out of eyesight from the bar. "Are you okay?" I asked, smiling as she walked toward me, "What's his name?"
"I don't think I can go through with this." she said, "His name is Trevor and he's starting to get close to me. I'm getting really nervous and feeling too aroused. I need to know you're really okay with this, because whatever happens can't be undone and I don't want to ruin our marriage."
"Relax. I'm more than okay with however far you want to take it and anything and everything you decide to do." I said, trying to reassure her. "You look smoking hot and he's just doing what every other guy in the bar wants to do. When you go back in there, sit down facing him and leave your legs open to him."
She started shaking her head. "I can't do that." she replied with a tremor in her voice.
"I'm not saying spread them wide open to give him a bald snatch shot, just far enough apart as a signal so he knows you're interested. See what he does and go with it. Remember, I'm just ten feet away so nothing you don't want is going to happen." I could see her calm down a bit. "Are you enjoying this?"
"Well, yes. I am. He's handsome and funny."
"No, I mean are you enjoying this? Are you really turned on?"
A blush immediately rose to her face. "Yes." she whispered sexily.
"Are you wet? Are you thinking about him touching you, do you want him to?"
"Yes, I'm really wet, and yes I want him to." she said meeting my eyes.
"Go back in there and have fun. Let him know you're enjoying it." With this, I turned before she could say anything else and returned to the bar, taking my seat without looking toward the guy.
Sue entered the room a few moments later, after going to the restroom to freshen up, and, she later told me, to dry herself off. Trevor immediately caught sight of her and arose to offer her seat. As she sat down, she turned directly toward him. I saw him look down and knew she was offering him more to see than she had before. He sat down, but moved closer to her than previously so their faces were much closer. He had one hand on the back of her stool, but the other was below the bar and probably further up her leg than before.
Their conversation resumed, but seemed much more suggestive. At times, he bent in close now, whispering things directly into her ear and his hand gestures seemed to involve brushing against her stiff nipples. I could see a sultry smile cross her face and their eyes met on many occasions. I was getting very aroused now, knowing she was not just into this, but encouraging it to go further, her legs being widespread enough now he very likely was getting views of her bald cunt and I was guessing her cunt was probably getting wetter by the second. At one point, Trevor leaned in to tell her something and I thought from the lurch of Susan's posture he'd moved his hand far enough up her leg to penetrate the naked, soft, smooth and slimy wet flesh of her cunt, which assumption she later confirmed. Her mouth opened as she closed her eyes momentarily, dropping her chin, but then she opened them again and met his gaze and nodded as she said something in return. He arose from his seat and made his way toward the restrooms.
I saw Sue pick her phone up off the bar and a text buzzed across my screen. "He asked if I want to go to his room for a nightcap."
I typed back, "Do you want to go with him?"
"Yes, but I'm scared to death."
"It's your call. I'm good with your decision. Think about him touching you, kissing you all over. Think about him between your legs. Think about his cock fucking you." I responded.
Before she could respond, Trevor came back into the bar and sat back down next to her and I could guess he was gauging her interest in his invitation. I saw her nod as she said something to him. He flagged down the bartender and handed him a credit card. As he was signing the receipt, Susan made eye contact with me. I saw a look I'll always remember. There was a twinkle in her eye and the predatory grin crossing her face was priceless. Trevor turned to her and offered his hand as she rose from her stool. She turned and sashayed out of the bar with him following.
As soon as they disappeared from sight, I was in a position of having to suppress feelings of panic and fear washing over me. I'd been so lost in the excitement and arousal of her flirtations, I'd never really stopped to consider the "what if" scenario. Part of me wanted to rush out of the bar and stop them before they made it to the elevators. I figured we'd been in the bar about an hour, more or less, so the night was still quite young. I took a big drink of my scotch and tried to regain my composure. She'll only let him get as far as she wants him to go, I thought to myself. I ordered another drink and slowly nursed it, imagining the sexual scenarios Sue was now opening herself up to with our experiment, finally heading back up to our room after finishing my scotch.
I'd gotten undressed and used the bathroom then sat on the bed watching the news for fifteen or so minutes without seeing or hearing any of it, when I heard the door lock open. Sue walked in slowly, looking slightly dazed and very ruffled.
"What happened?" I asked, meeting her just outside the closet door.
She rushed to me, forcing her lips against mine in a tight embrace. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth in a hungry passionate kiss. I pushed her away so I could look her in the eyes. "What happened?" I repeated.
"We went up to his room." she replied, grinning a sultry smirk from ear to ear.
I pushed her back toward the bed and sat her on the edge. "I want details, every detail." I said, as I knelt between her legs. As she spoke, I started to remove her sexy heels.
"We got to the elevators and were talking about his conference and the hotel." she started. "As soon as we got in the elevator, he turned and kissed me. I felt like a teenager at first, but then we started to make out and he pushed my dress off my shoulders and had my tits out and bared for anyone to see if the elevator stopped and let someone on and he was sucking milk out of them and groaning about how sweet it is while I was nearly orgasming. When we got to his floor he slipped my dress down off my hips and picked it up as he took my hand and walked me naked to his room. He wasn't exactly being gentlemanly."
"Okay..." I said, imploring for more as I leaned over her, kissing her neck as I unzipped the back of her dress.
"We got into his room and continued to kiss. He was a really good kisser. He pulled me closer and his hands went to my ass. I must've tensed up then, because he asked me if I was okay. I told him I was and kissed him again. I could feel him pressing up against me, I mean his, you know..."
"His cock?" I offered.
"Yes, his cock was pressing up against me and it felt really huge. His hands went all over me everywhere. I could feel him squeezing my ass, then one of them slid around the front. He rubbed my cunt and I could feel how sloppy wet I was as his fingers pressed into me."
My own cock was rock hard at this point. I stood her up and pulled the dress over her head, revealing her wonderful body. I sat her back down in front of me and continued to kiss her neck and starting playing with her tits as she spoke.
"Then, he slid his hand inside of my cunt and started to play with me. He put four fingers inside me and began finger fucking me hard and fast and I almost fell to the floor as he made me squirt like a fire hose everywhere. Then he started to play with my big clit and I could barely stand. I reached over and started to stroke his cock through his pants. He pulled away and took off his shirt and dropped his pants and stepped out of them. We started to kiss again as his cock poked out the front of his boxers, so I started to rub it."
I slid my hand down her tummy and to her cunt. I could feel the heat and slimy wetness immediately. I started to rub my fingers between her swollen, red, slime drooling lips.
"He kept playing with me and I orgasmed again standing there. I pushed his hand away and pushed him back onto the bed. I pulled his boxers off and saw how big he was. I climbed onto the bed and slurped his cock into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue."
My mind was racing. I couldn't believe she'd gone through with it, but I was more excited than ever.
"I gave him a blow job as he held my head firmly and forced his huge cock down my throat and throat fucked me until he came in my throat. Your cock is huge, but he had to be at least an inch longer and quite a bit thicker. I kept sucking him and cleaning off his cock and, though it never really went soft, it started getting harder again. He rolled me over and got on top of me, then fucked the hell out of me as I kissed him over and over. He fucked me in three different positions and even fucked my asshole and he made me orgasm more times than I could keep track of and blasted his sperm into me four times, once in my ass, once in my cunt and the last time down my throat again."
I kissed her again, darting my tongue into her mouth. Now I noticed, I could taste his sperm on her lips. "What then?"
"He told me he was leaving in the morning. I kissed him again, thanked him for a wonderful evening, pulled on my dress and left him with the five crisp, one hundred dollar bills he gave me for fucking him."
"So, you went to some stranger's room, let him finger you, deepthroated him and let him fuck you and ejaculate in both your holes, got paid for it and came back to me, but only after you'd become an actual whore?"
She glanced up at me anxiously with a bit of fear in her eyes, "Yes?"
"Then I guess I'm wondering why you came back to me... instead of going back down to the bar and picking up yet another john. The night is still young and you could make a lot more money to buy sexy clothes with tomorrow, so you can relive your fun excursions all over again tomorrow night."
With this, I stood up and pushed her back onto the bed face-first. "I want you to close your eyes and think about your stranger fucking you. Think about his cock in you and the taste of his sperm on your lips, how it feels to have your cunt and ass filled with strange sperm. Think about him paying for the privilege of using your sexual talents to satisfy his carnal needs. Think about how it feels to stroll triumphantly away from his hotel room with his cash in your purse and his strange sperm oozing down your inner thighs." I pulled her ass and hips into the air and pushed my cock into her wet, hot cunt.
She moaned as I slammed into her. She was so wet and slimy there was no resistance. I fucked her hard, making sure my cock was going as deep as I could get it. Within minutes her hips started to buck and she started crying out. She orgasmed with such force, her juices were shooting out around my cock as I continued to fuck her. I climaxed shortly after, filling her cunt and womb with even more sperm as I pushed the head of my cock against her cervix.
I pulled out and sat back to watch the sperm drip from her cunt. I rolled her over and buried my face between her legs, lapping up the mixture of our ejaculations. My tongue then went to work on her clit, bringing her to another orgasm almost instantly as a cry escaped her lips. I climbed the bed and forced my lips against hers, still wet with our juices. We kissed deeply for minutes, our tongues intertwined as we snowballed sperm back and forth between us.
I finally rolled next to her, looking at her and taking in the beauty of her ravishing body. "You are still all mine." I said.
"Only yours, even if I do whore myself out to other strange men." she replied. Then she asked me, "You really don't mind if I go back down to the bar again and practice perfecting my new trade with several more strange new cocks?"
I laughed and told her I loved her and if she is as deeply devoted to our love of each other as me and knows her heart is mine alone, then there's no call to restrain her body. In which case, I'd love for her to sample all of the sexual pleasures she can, as it could only deepen the intimacy between us. So by all means, go with my blessing and have fun, just be back to our room in time for breakfast in the morning and, to remember we still have three more days and nights here, so she needed to pace herself well enough to handle fucking all of her new cocks and still have enough left of herself, her sexy body and her energy to satisfy my appetites.
So, I managed to persuade my extremely beautiful, sexy little wife to enjoy fucking other men and enjoy life in general. Once she opened up, she became much like a predatorial huntress with the appetites of a nymphomaniac.
Our marriage was a very successful one for as long as she lived. We loved and cared for each other more than most other couples I know of. Her sexual freedom practiced so openly and honestly brought such an amount of trust and faith to our relationship it was almost inexpressible. This was exactly how my wife became a real life physically loving and sexually free woman with countless men chosen by her discernment and primal instincts.
It would've been easy to mistake her for being alone since I'd come straight to the bar. I could see he was checking her out, his eyes lingering over her repeatedly. She had her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and was dressed casually, wearing a sheer white blouse with a black tank-top under it. The blouse was unbuttoned and showed her cleavage and the full roundness of her tits.
She had perfectly sized tits to suit her petite and athletic frame, yet without making her look too top heavy, but with unusually outward bloated, puffy areolae and very thick, inch long nipples she had a real hard time hiding, even with heavily lined bras. And she hated wearing bras because they irritated her nipples. Her tanned and muscular legs were crossed and extended from under the table, topped by a short pair of tiny white shorts I loved on her because of how well they accentuated the taut, sexy globes of her firm little ass. The bartender handed me our drinks, but I hesitated for a moment to watch this stranger admire my wife. She was checking messages on her phone and oblivious to him. He finally broke his gaze as his friends pulled him back into their conversation and I made my way over to the table with our drinks.
I made a toast to being on vacation, saying I hope she has a chance to relax and enjoy herself. After some small talk my thoughts returned to the guy who'd been watching her. "You know, there was a guy over there really checking you out while I was at the bar." I said.
"Oh, no there wasn't." she responded, slightly embarrassed, "No one would be checking me out."
"Yes there was. The young guy over there in the blue button down shirt. He was most certainly checking you out. I watched him the entire time I was getting our drinks and he seemed to really like what he saw." A slight blush rose to her cheeks as I continued to speak. "What wouldn't he like? You're beautiful, extremely sexy and your tanned legs are absolute eye catchers."
"You're so full of shit." she said, even more embarrassed but loving my compliments. "I'm just another married woman and I'm not even dressed to impress."
"It's what makes you so sexy, though. It's what attracted me to you in the first place. You were casual and laid back, not even trying to be cool or sexy. You've always made the natural look work for you." I took a sip of my drink and made an animated glance under the table at her toned, tan legs, raising an eyebrow and smiling. This drew an instant smirk from her as she sipped her wine.
"You know, I'd love to sit in a bar and watch guys hit on you. Just sit away from you and watch them check you out, come over trying to hit on you and have you flirt back with them." She stared at me with her mouth slightly open over her raised wine glass. "A lot of the girls I dated in college I knew as friends long before we went out and I saw them get picked up in bars many times. When we dated and eventually hooked-up, it always turned me on to think about the other guys I knew they'd left the bars with. You've always been hesitant to tell me about any of your past hook-ups so it'd be my chance to see you in action."
"My past really isn't very exciting, I've told you so. Besides, I bet I could sit at the bar all night long and not one guy would come up and talk to some frumpy married woman sitting alone."
"You're not a frumpy married woman and, besides, you'd be surprised. Women sitting alone attract men like blood in the water attracts sharks, we can smell you a mile away." I pulled my chair closer around the table to her and spoke softly, "I bet you'd have a guy hitting on you in a matter of minutes, definitely before the end of your first drink. I'd just sit off a bit and watch him undress you with his eyes from afar, because he would. Then he'd come over and try to start a conversation. I'm guessing you'd act uninterested at first, not making eye contact and forcing him to put out more effort. He'd offer to buy you a drink and then, as it was delivered, you'd finally make eye contact and engage in the conversation."
"After a while he'd casually put his hand on your knee and you might shift yourself toward him a bit, showing a level of physical attraction. As his confidence grew and hormones began flowing, he might add some sexual innuendo into the conversation as his fingers began lightly stroking the soft skin of your leg. Taking cues from your responses, he'd try to get closer to you, leaning into you and putting his arm around the back of your chair. I could imagine you turning your seat toward him and opening your legs slightly so the hand on your knee could move to graze his fingertips on the inside of your thigh. Then, depending on how crowded the bar was, he might either try to move his fingers up your thigh, or just proposition you to return to his room for a drink."
I could see she was aroused, as the blood had rushed to her neck and face. She stared at me with semi-distant eyes, as if still deep in my words.
"Well, am I very far off?"
"I'd be so embarrassed if another guy hit on me, and besides, I'm not interested in anyone but you. I wouldn't even know how to act."
"I know you're not interested in anyone else, it's why I'm sharing this with you. I'm totally certain your lack of interest is a fact." I let my words sink in for a moment before asking, "So, what would you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Would you let him caress your thigh, maybe even touch your cunt? I mean, let's imagine you were wearing a skirt. Would you let his hand go under it?"
"I don't know."
"Close your eyes and think about it. There's no harm in thinking about it as it's just you and I talking here. Would you let his hand go up under your skirt?"
She took a big gulp of her wine and closed her eyes. "I don't know, I might. Depending on how he looked." I could see her breath deepen and the blush in her cheeks and throat increase.
"Think about his hand easing up your thigh." I whispered, watching her as she fell into the image in her mind. Her legs shifted apart ever so slightly. "Think about his fingers slowly rubbing up and down your thigh, moving higher under your skirt with each pass until his fingers brush up against your cunt lips. Would you like it?"
Her eyes opened slowly and she took another drink of wine. "Yes." she said in a soft breathy voice.
My heart was pounding and my cock had grown stiff while I talked. "I want to take you upstairs and fuck you right now." I threw some cash on the table and offered her my hand as I stood. She gave me a devilish grin and nodded. We almost ran to the elevators and entered the open doors. I punched the button for our floor and got behind her. As the doors slid shut, I started kissing the nape of her neck and pulled her hips back into my bulging pants.
"Oh my!" she stammered, "You seem to be all worked up."
"It turns me on more than you can imagine." I said, letting my hand course across her belt and down to the sexy wide gap between her upper thighs at her crotch. I could feel the heat through the thin cotton of her shorts as I pressed it into the broad expanse of damp meatiness the fabric covered. "Seems I'm not the only one who's worked up."
The elevator doors slid open and we walked quickly down the hall to our room. I opened the door and she took two steps inside, spinning toward me as the door clicked shut. Her mouth was open wide as she pulled my face to hers with both hands. Her tongue was in my mouth desperately seeking mine and she let out a soft moan when they met. I quickly slipped her blouse off her arms as I forced her backwards into the room. I pulled her tank top over her head and grasped her full, firm tits, kneading them insistently. We made it to the side of the bed and I threw her down on it, dropping down and kissing the sexy little swell of her otherwise flat and workout toned tummy.
One of my fetishes was for her to induce lactation in herself so I could drink her breast milk. The most noticeable side effects of the hormones she was taking with her vitamins were to swell her tits as they bloated with milk and to increase their size while bloating her areolae and nipples even more, as well as give her libido an extra boost so her arousal level increased to new extremes. She was pleased when her tits swelled with milk and happy when her nipples grew, dripped milk and throbbed. She was utterly out of her mind with orgasmic ecstasy when she found she had the most powerful orgasms ever when I sucked milk from her hard, engorged nipples and relieved the inner pressure of the milk bloating her tits.
So now I moved to her long, fat, erect nipples, taking each of them in my mouth and sucking hard on them. Nibbling lightly to make them even harder. My tongue coursed around each nipple, sucking deeply and drinking down big mouthfuls of warm, sweet breast milk before I glided down to her stud pierced belly button, where I dug my tongue in and swirled it. My hands unbuckled her belt and released the button of her shorts. I pulled the shorts down slowly, letting my tongue follow them down. She lifted her hips off the bed to let the shorts pass easily.
Since she hates wearing bras it really wasn't too hard to convince her to go pantiless as well, simply by citing all the health benefits of having fresh free air movement to let air circulate and evaporate so much of the moisture from an otherwise very damp, warm area where bacteria and yeast incubating and generating are encouraged by wearing them, rather than discouraged by going without. As I pulled down her shorts revealing her fully hairless pubic area, I was once again amazed at how flawlessly, baby skin soft and smooth the laser depilation treatments I'd gotten her to have done left the sun tanned fleshy pudenda and mounds of her wide and outward bulging, thick and meaty outer labia. The upper juncture of them framed her abnormally long, thick clit I'd paid to have a doctor very carefully pierce, installing a large diameter, thick gold ring through the hooded base of it, to hold back her hood and keep her clit perpetually erect and hard, sticking out straight like a baby boy's erection, it's tip pearlescently pink helmeted and shiny, only then to have it be continually rubbed and stimulated by the fabrics of the clothing she wore, keeping her always somewhat aroused.
When the shorts passed her knees they fell to the floor as she kicked them off with her sandals in one motion. I pulled my head back slightly to admire her beautiful cunt. I could see her slit glimmer with droplets of wetness and knew she was more turned on by our earlier conversation than I had imagined. As my tongue traced the outline of her cunt lips, I could taste her sweet juices and smell the heat from within. I ran my tongue back along the inside of her left thigh and back up it's length, pausing to breathe faintly upon her cunt lips before I made a similar track along her right thigh and back. When I let my tongue brush the outside of her lips, I could hear her catch her breath in anticipation.
Instead of giving her the immediate pleasure of my mouth, I stood and pulled my shirt and shorts off. She remained laid back on the bed with her eyes closed, never glancing at me and I knew her mind was flashing with the images my word descriptions created for her, so I half laid beside her and continued making up sexy scenarios, with her as the central seductive temptress and the various men in the bar as her suitors, vying for her attentions. I ran my stories through several different twists, including her sitting being approached as if she were a prostitute, trying to lure johns to take her back to their rooms for an hour of whatever they were willing to pay her to do for their satisfaction before she left them sated and drowsy to go back down the bar to hook up with another john. I had her squirming and wriggling her ass, rubbing her sexy body all over me as I lay next to her, filling her thoughts with naughty, sexy ideas throughout letting my hands glide back and forth from her knees, up her thighs to her hips and tummy, and finally to her tits. I leaned over and kissed her deeply on the mouth. "Would you have allowed a guy from the bar do this?"
"Yes." she whispered.
"I want you to think about being in some guy's room. His hands all over your body. His face buried in your gushing cunt and then his cock pounding you."
"Okay." she moaned breathlessly.
My hand crossed across her tummy and between her legs. My fingers touched her outer lips and I couldn't believe the amount of slimy wetness I found there. I slowly let a finger part her lips and slide between. She was hotter and wetter than I could remember since our days of dating. Her juices ran down my fingers and the insides of her thighs. Her back arched at my touch and her legs spread open invitingly. I pulled my fingers to my lips and tasted her for the first time of the day. I traced her juices across her own lips and kissed her deeply so we could both taste. I lowered myself down the bed until my knees were on the floor. I spread her legs with my hands and could see the juices running from her cunt. I buried my face into her wet gash, licking up her juices like a man who hasn't had water in days, sucking them from her inner folds. I pushed my tongue deep inside her and she let out a strangled moan. Her clit was completely swollen and sticking straight out an inch and three eighths, the thick gold ring holding the hood back out of the way as the big ring twitched with her every heartbeat. I took it between my lips and sucked on it lightly, pulling gently. She gasped and her hips bucked forward, driving my face into her cunt.
"Make me cum, now! God, fucking make me cum!" she gasped.
My tongue immediately went to work, coursing rings and figure eights around her clit. Her hips move methodically with my tongue as she fucked my face. Each push of her hips brought fresh gushes of juices forth from her cunt. She began to whimper and moan with each motion and soon my face was covered with her orgasm.
"Fuck me now! Oh God, please fuck me!" she screamed.
I stood and spread her legs further apart, putting the head of my nine inch cock at her wet hole. "Are you sure you want this guy to fuck you?" I asked.
"Yes, yes I need his cock inside my cunt now!" she yelled.
I slowly pushed the head of my cock inside her and found her even hotter and wetter than before. She hungrily pushed her cunt against me to get more cock inside. With one swift motion, I rammed the entire length of my cock inside her. She let out a scream and immediately began quivering with another orgasm. I pushed her knees back to her shoulders and began fucking her hard. Each thrust made her juices spray out, splashing across our stomachs and down my legs. We were soon in a huge wet puddle on the duvet. She was moaning with each thrust of my cock and I couldn't tell if she'd stopped orgasming, or was still in a prolonged orgasm. Her face was completely red with passion and her mouth open, gasping for air as she moaned and wailed.
"I'm going to blast strange sperm inside your horny cunt, you wantonly straying wife!" I moaned as I rammed into her, my climax overtaking me forcefully. The head of my cock was pressing against her cervix and I could feel my hot sperm pulsing and spattering her insides as it was filling her. My shoulders shivered while I continued to pound into her, feeling my hot sperm mixed with her cunt slime. I pulled out of her and watched my sperm drip from her red cunt and run down her ass crease to pool on the bed. I fell beside her and pulled her face to mine for a deep kiss. "You are amazing!" I gasped as I breathed heavily.
"You haven't made me cum so hard in a long time." she replied with a dreamy smile. "It was awesome."
We fell into a deep sleep entwined in the bed the rest of the afternoon, both of us exhausted from the unbelievable sex. When we awoke in the late afternoon I made reservations for us to go down to the restaurant for dinner that evening.
When she came out of the bathroom from getting ready for dinner, I could only gape open mouthed at her standing in the room wearing a simple, but sexy, black dress with a very low cut front showing off her great tits. The hem came to mid thigh, enough to exhibit her beautifully athletic and tanned legs. She had on nice black ankle and toe strap, five inch high stiletto heels, flexing her calves and tilting and showing off her sexy ass and the dark makeup outlining her beautiful brown eyes made them look so big and innocent.
"Wow!" I said, not taking my eyes off of her. "I'm going to have a hard time competing for you tonight. You look fabulous!"
She blushed and demurely replied, "It was what I was going for. I don't get to do this very often."
We strolled into the restaurant and saw the place was packed, so we checked in with the hostess and went to the bar to await the call for our reservation."
After a couple of drinks and some more sexy talk, she looked me in the eye. "Our fucking this afternoon was amazing. I can't stop thinking about the fantasy scenes you've described, how hot they make me feel and how extravagantly erotic and intense our fucking was as a result. I keep thinking how great you've made it all sound and I wonder if I should be scared of what you may be planning, but I can't wait to fuck you again."
I took a big swig of my drink to build the courage for what I was about to say. "What would you think about doing it tonight?" I asked.
"Yes!" she whispered, "I'll definitely fuck you tonight."
"No, I mean yes, but no." I stammered. "What if we followed through on part of the fantasy tonight?"
Fear immediately washed across her face and she almost dropped her glass of wine. "Oh my God, are you serious? There's no way. I don't want to fuck anyone else, I love you."
"Just calm down. I'm not talking about you having to go through with anything. I think it'd be fun just to try the flirting part we discussed." The fear in her eyes slowly faded away and her jaw relaxed.
"I never thought you were serious about any of it. I thought you were just talking. I can't imagine actually sitting at a bar and trying to pick up guys."
"Honey," I said in my calmest voice, looking deeply into her eyes, "I've always had a fantasy of you fucking other guys. I don't know if I'd even be comfortable with it, but I've often thought about watching you let yourself go and lose your inhibitions, indulging your own most arousing fantasies and determined to pursue their achievement in total, all-out lust with strange guys. If for no other reasons, than just to see you from a third person's perspective of observation and to show the extremes you can allow your arousal to extend to. You sitting at a bar flirting with some guy would be an entertaining happy medium. You'd be in complete control and it'd only go as far as you wanted it to. As far as you picking up guys, the way you look tonight would draw them to you like ants to a picnic."
Her eyes dropped to her glass of wine in deep thought. I could tell she was thinking about it, but not sure if it was still in panic or in earnest. When she looked back up at me, I could see a merry twinkle in her eyes.
"I wouldn't even know what to do. Do you know how long it's been since I've flirted with anyone but you? I'd just be dopey and nervous and probably come off like some dork."
Just then, the hostess came to seat us. She led us to a secluded booth for two near the windows in the back of the dining room. A small candle burned low in the center of the table offering a nice ambiance for our talk.
The waiter visited almost immediately as we sat down. I quickly scanned the wine list and found us a nice bottle to enjoy with our meal. After he left, I leaned closer across the table and talked just above a whisper. "It'd be fun. I'd be sitting as close as I can without being too conspicuous. You just need to sit at the bar, enjoy a drink or two and look bored. We're in a town with hundreds of businessmen and military men on station and on leave. They'll find you. All you have to do is hold down your end of a conversation, flirt if you want to and see what happens."
"I don't know. I'm already nervous just thinking about it. Look, I'm shaking." She held up her glass of wine showing noticeable ripples across the top.
We continued our discussion over wine and dinner. She didn't seem to notice I wasn't allowing her glass to go below half-full. We agreed we'd go to the sports bar in our hotel. I'd first find a table near enough to the bar to be in constant eyesight of her, but far enough away no one would notice me observing. She'd then find a seat at the bar, order a drink and wait to see what occurred.
After the first bottle of wine was emptied, I noticed her becoming more enthusiastic and involved in the planning as I also watched her huge nipples grow and tent the thin fabric of her sexy dress, a sure sign of her arousal. I'd often wanted to pierce her nipples with very large and thick gold rings like her clit, so they'd also stay at their largest dimensions on a perpetual basis. The problem is, she has to be able to express her breast milk to relieve the inner pressure on her glands, which she then refrigerates, as we both rely on it for casual drinking with our meals. So big rings pierced through her nipples would interfere with the expressing cup fully sealing around her nipple and areola and prevent the vacuum the process needs.
As we ate we talked and laughed about picking up others when younger and on our own. Both recounting how fun it was to be young and single, not knowing if or who you might end up with at the end of the night. We laughed about drunken mishaps ending in ridiculous outcomes. It was obvious she was getting into it.
"I'm still nervous," she said as we waited on the bill, "but excited. You promise nothing will happen?"
"I'm going to be less than twenty feet away from you. If some guy ends up being an ass, you just need to excuse yourself to the restroom and give me the sign." We'd agreed if she hooked her purse on her shoulder as she walked away from the bar, it meant I should meet her at the restrooms.
As I unclipped my credit card from the waiter's little tray and signed the receipt, she tucked her lips close to my ear and whispered, "This has made me really horny."
I turned my head and stared into her eyes, laying my lips firmly against hers. "Me too. Just remember, you're in control, you can do anything you want to and we can go up to our room whenever you like." She nodded in agreement as we walked across the lobby to the sports bar.
I went in first as she went to the Lady's room off the lobby, and, as planned, I found a table close to the bar. It was close enough to hear a normal conversation at the bar, but not so close I'd seem intrusive. I'd planned to seem interested in emails and texts on my phone while Susan sat at the bar. No sooner did I sit down than she strolled in. She looked beautiful as her eyes twinkled and she swayed seductively to an empty bar stool. I noticed she'd removed her wedding rings, as we discussed earlier, agreeing it'd be better to attract men.
A group of five or six guys in their thirties had been deep in a conversation across the bar, their discussion stuttering to a halt as several heads turned her way to watch her take her seat. One of them, a dark haired, rugged jaw line guy with deep-set eyes, was definitely checking her out. Susan ordered a glass of wine and took a huge gulp of it as soon as it arrived. She then stared off at one of the televisions in the bar. I kept an eye on the guy across the bar and saw him gaze her way several more times as he stayed involved in the conversation with his buddies.
After ten minutes I could tell Sue was getting nervous and fidgety at the bar. I was afraid she was going to get up and leave. But then I realized I'd lost sight of the rugged guy. He was no longer with his group. I casually scanned the bar and saw him making his way around the bar toward Sue.
There was a couple sitting to Susan's left, but there was enough room to her right for this guy to sidle up to the bar. He ordered a drink but didn't make eye contact with her immediately. I could see by her posture she was tensed, so she must've noticed him. Once his drink arrived, he shifted his weight so he could glance at her in his peripheral vision. He took a drink and turned his head slightly toward her. He said something and I quickly realized I wasn't going to be able to hear anything. Susan's head slowly shook in the negative and he went back to his drink. He shifted his body weight again, opening his posture to her a bit more as he said something else. I saw a smile cross Susan's face and color rushed into her cheeks. From my own experience, I was guessing he paid her a flattering compliment. Her body relaxed and she scooted forward in her seat as she turned to talk to him, which caused the skirt of her dress to slide up higher, showing off even more of her upper thighs, although I doubted she was in the least bit consciously aware of this much sexier and seductive effect.
Over the next several minutes their conversation became more engaging and both of them were making eye contact regularly. After a bit he moved closer to Susan, putting his arm on the back of her seat. I was slightly surprised she wasn't getting uncomfortable at this point, but she was being more openly flirtatious with him, leaning more toward him, with the fullness of her tits then filling and straining the deep split cleavage of her enticingly revealing dress further open and her nipples visibly tenting the filmy clinging fabric of her dress into outrageously obvious towers. Her hand, on several occasions, touched his arm or his hand on the bar and I could see she was actually enjoying the conversation.
The nuances of flirtation continued as their conversation did. The seat next to Susan opened up and he sat down. Almost immediately, his hand disappeared from my view and I had a hunch it was on her knee or thigh. Sue stiffened and glanced my way nervously. Without being obvious, I took a drink, winking and nodding to her, encouraging her to continue. My mind envisioned his hand resting on her knee somewhere just below the hem of her dress, caressing it lightly. I was hoping she'd go with it. I could see she was excited, but still nervous. He turned his head away from her for a moment to look toward his friends and she caught my eyes and tilted her head to the exit. I sat my drink down and made my way toward the bathroom, knowing she'd excuse herself shortly thereafter.
We met in the short hallway near the restrooms, out of eyesight from the bar. "Are you okay?" I asked, smiling as she walked toward me, "What's his name?"
"I don't think I can go through with this." she said, "His name is Trevor and he's starting to get close to me. I'm getting really nervous and feeling too aroused. I need to know you're really okay with this, because whatever happens can't be undone and I don't want to ruin our marriage."
"Relax. I'm more than okay with however far you want to take it and anything and everything you decide to do." I said, trying to reassure her. "You look smoking hot and he's just doing what every other guy in the bar wants to do. When you go back in there, sit down facing him and leave your legs open to him."
She started shaking her head. "I can't do that." she replied with a tremor in her voice.
"I'm not saying spread them wide open to give him a bald snatch shot, just far enough apart as a signal so he knows you're interested. See what he does and go with it. Remember, I'm just ten feet away so nothing you don't want is going to happen." I could see her calm down a bit. "Are you enjoying this?"
"Well, yes. I am. He's handsome and funny."
"No, I mean are you enjoying this? Are you really turned on?"
A blush immediately rose to her face. "Yes." she whispered sexily.
"Are you wet? Are you thinking about him touching you, do you want him to?"
"Yes, I'm really wet, and yes I want him to." she said meeting my eyes.
"Go back in there and have fun. Let him know you're enjoying it." With this, I turned before she could say anything else and returned to the bar, taking my seat without looking toward the guy.
Sue entered the room a few moments later, after going to the restroom to freshen up, and, she later told me, to dry herself off. Trevor immediately caught sight of her and arose to offer her seat. As she sat down, she turned directly toward him. I saw him look down and knew she was offering him more to see than she had before. He sat down, but moved closer to her than previously so their faces were much closer. He had one hand on the back of her stool, but the other was below the bar and probably further up her leg than before.
Their conversation resumed, but seemed much more suggestive. At times, he bent in close now, whispering things directly into her ear and his hand gestures seemed to involve brushing against her stiff nipples. I could see a sultry smile cross her face and their eyes met on many occasions. I was getting very aroused now, knowing she was not just into this, but encouraging it to go further, her legs being widespread enough now he very likely was getting views of her bald cunt and I was guessing her cunt was probably getting wetter by the second. At one point, Trevor leaned in to tell her something and I thought from the lurch of Susan's posture he'd moved his hand far enough up her leg to penetrate the naked, soft, smooth and slimy wet flesh of her cunt, which assumption she later confirmed. Her mouth opened as she closed her eyes momentarily, dropping her chin, but then she opened them again and met his gaze and nodded as she said something in return. He arose from his seat and made his way toward the restrooms.
I saw Sue pick her phone up off the bar and a text buzzed across my screen. "He asked if I want to go to his room for a nightcap."
I typed back, "Do you want to go with him?"
"Yes, but I'm scared to death."
"It's your call. I'm good with your decision. Think about him touching you, kissing you all over. Think about him between your legs. Think about his cock fucking you." I responded.
Before she could respond, Trevor came back into the bar and sat back down next to her and I could guess he was gauging her interest in his invitation. I saw her nod as she said something to him. He flagged down the bartender and handed him a credit card. As he was signing the receipt, Susan made eye contact with me. I saw a look I'll always remember. There was a twinkle in her eye and the predatory grin crossing her face was priceless. Trevor turned to her and offered his hand as she rose from her stool. She turned and sashayed out of the bar with him following.
As soon as they disappeared from sight, I was in a position of having to suppress feelings of panic and fear washing over me. I'd been so lost in the excitement and arousal of her flirtations, I'd never really stopped to consider the "what if" scenario. Part of me wanted to rush out of the bar and stop them before they made it to the elevators. I figured we'd been in the bar about an hour, more or less, so the night was still quite young. I took a big drink of my scotch and tried to regain my composure. She'll only let him get as far as she wants him to go, I thought to myself. I ordered another drink and slowly nursed it, imagining the sexual scenarios Sue was now opening herself up to with our experiment, finally heading back up to our room after finishing my scotch.
I'd gotten undressed and used the bathroom then sat on the bed watching the news for fifteen or so minutes without seeing or hearing any of it, when I heard the door lock open. Sue walked in slowly, looking slightly dazed and very ruffled.
"What happened?" I asked, meeting her just outside the closet door.
She rushed to me, forcing her lips against mine in a tight embrace. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth in a hungry passionate kiss. I pushed her away so I could look her in the eyes. "What happened?" I repeated.
"We went up to his room." she replied, grinning a sultry smirk from ear to ear.
I pushed her back toward the bed and sat her on the edge. "I want details, every detail." I said, as I knelt between her legs. As she spoke, I started to remove her sexy heels.
"We got to the elevators and were talking about his conference and the hotel." she started. "As soon as we got in the elevator, he turned and kissed me. I felt like a teenager at first, but then we started to make out and he pushed my dress off my shoulders and had my tits out and bared for anyone to see if the elevator stopped and let someone on and he was sucking milk out of them and groaning about how sweet it is while I was nearly orgasming. When we got to his floor he slipped my dress down off my hips and picked it up as he took my hand and walked me naked to his room. He wasn't exactly being gentlemanly."
"Okay..." I said, imploring for more as I leaned over her, kissing her neck as I unzipped the back of her dress.
"We got into his room and continued to kiss. He was a really good kisser. He pulled me closer and his hands went to my ass. I must've tensed up then, because he asked me if I was okay. I told him I was and kissed him again. I could feel him pressing up against me, I mean his, you know..."
"His cock?" I offered.
"Yes, his cock was pressing up against me and it felt really huge. His hands went all over me everywhere. I could feel him squeezing my ass, then one of them slid around the front. He rubbed my cunt and I could feel how sloppy wet I was as his fingers pressed into me."
My own cock was rock hard at this point. I stood her up and pulled the dress over her head, revealing her wonderful body. I sat her back down in front of me and continued to kiss her neck and starting playing with her tits as she spoke.
"Then, he slid his hand inside of my cunt and started to play with me. He put four fingers inside me and began finger fucking me hard and fast and I almost fell to the floor as he made me squirt like a fire hose everywhere. Then he started to play with my big clit and I could barely stand. I reached over and started to stroke his cock through his pants. He pulled away and took off his shirt and dropped his pants and stepped out of them. We started to kiss again as his cock poked out the front of his boxers, so I started to rub it."
I slid my hand down her tummy and to her cunt. I could feel the heat and slimy wetness immediately. I started to rub my fingers between her swollen, red, slime drooling lips.
"He kept playing with me and I orgasmed again standing there. I pushed his hand away and pushed him back onto the bed. I pulled his boxers off and saw how big he was. I climbed onto the bed and slurped his cock into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue."
My mind was racing. I couldn't believe she'd gone through with it, but I was more excited than ever.
"I gave him a blow job as he held my head firmly and forced his huge cock down my throat and throat fucked me until he came in my throat. Your cock is huge, but he had to be at least an inch longer and quite a bit thicker. I kept sucking him and cleaning off his cock and, though it never really went soft, it started getting harder again. He rolled me over and got on top of me, then fucked the hell out of me as I kissed him over and over. He fucked me in three different positions and even fucked my asshole and he made me orgasm more times than I could keep track of and blasted his sperm into me four times, once in my ass, once in my cunt and the last time down my throat again."
I kissed her again, darting my tongue into her mouth. Now I noticed, I could taste his sperm on her lips. "What then?"
"He told me he was leaving in the morning. I kissed him again, thanked him for a wonderful evening, pulled on my dress and left him with the five crisp, one hundred dollar bills he gave me for fucking him."
"So, you went to some stranger's room, let him finger you, deepthroated him and let him fuck you and ejaculate in both your holes, got paid for it and came back to me, but only after you'd become an actual whore?"
She glanced up at me anxiously with a bit of fear in her eyes, "Yes?"
"Then I guess I'm wondering why you came back to me... instead of going back down to the bar and picking up yet another john. The night is still young and you could make a lot more money to buy sexy clothes with tomorrow, so you can relive your fun excursions all over again tomorrow night."
With this, I stood up and pushed her back onto the bed face-first. "I want you to close your eyes and think about your stranger fucking you. Think about his cock in you and the taste of his sperm on your lips, how it feels to have your cunt and ass filled with strange sperm. Think about him paying for the privilege of using your sexual talents to satisfy his carnal needs. Think about how it feels to stroll triumphantly away from his hotel room with his cash in your purse and his strange sperm oozing down your inner thighs." I pulled her ass and hips into the air and pushed my cock into her wet, hot cunt.
She moaned as I slammed into her. She was so wet and slimy there was no resistance. I fucked her hard, making sure my cock was going as deep as I could get it. Within minutes her hips started to buck and she started crying out. She orgasmed with such force, her juices were shooting out around my cock as I continued to fuck her. I climaxed shortly after, filling her cunt and womb with even more sperm as I pushed the head of my cock against her cervix.
I pulled out and sat back to watch the sperm drip from her cunt. I rolled her over and buried my face between her legs, lapping up the mixture of our ejaculations. My tongue then went to work on her clit, bringing her to another orgasm almost instantly as a cry escaped her lips. I climbed the bed and forced my lips against hers, still wet with our juices. We kissed deeply for minutes, our tongues intertwined as we snowballed sperm back and forth between us.
I finally rolled next to her, looking at her and taking in the beauty of her ravishing body. "You are still all mine." I said.
"Only yours, even if I do whore myself out to other strange men." she replied. Then she asked me, "You really don't mind if I go back down to the bar again and practice perfecting my new trade with several more strange new cocks?"
I laughed and told her I loved her and if she is as deeply devoted to our love of each other as me and knows her heart is mine alone, then there's no call to restrain her body. In which case, I'd love for her to sample all of the sexual pleasures she can, as it could only deepen the intimacy between us. So by all means, go with my blessing and have fun, just be back to our room in time for breakfast in the morning and, to remember we still have three more days and nights here, so she needed to pace herself well enough to handle fucking all of her new cocks and still have enough left of herself, her sexy body and her energy to satisfy my appetites.
So, I managed to persuade my extremely beautiful, sexy little wife to enjoy fucking other men and enjoy life in general. Once she opened up, she became much like a predatorial huntress with the appetites of a nymphomaniac.
Our marriage was a very successful one for as long as she lived. We loved and cared for each other more than most other couples I know of. Her sexual freedom practiced so openly and honestly brought such an amount of trust and faith to our relationship it was almost inexpressible. This was exactly how my wife became a real life physically loving and sexually free woman with countless men chosen by her discernment and primal instincts.
saphy So erotic and so very well relayed. Thanks for the read lol I have to say...I might have enjoyed it a little too much 😈😂 So erotic and so very well relayed. Thanks for the read lol I have to say...I might have enjoyed it a little too much 😈😂
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· 18.02.2019 8:12:01
Dregs of A Night Out
Spread-eagled and tightly restrained at six points, she hadn't much wiggle room and her muscles had long ago begun cramping and quivering. With the darkness of the eight by ten cell reinforced by the blindfold and the cups of the shooting range hearing protectors over her ears, her senses were Read more…reduced to smell, taste and skin sensation. The latter now about to have her jump from her skin, if she could, at feeling tentative tickling on the inner side hollow of her left ankle's Achilles' tendon depression, recalling, as she'd been trying her best to forget, the sight of the huge sized millipede waving it's forelegs at her from the lowest stone block of the wall in what looked like the dampest corner of the cell as she looked around a few seconds after the hood was taken from her head and just before the blindfold sealed off her vision again. Her flesh prickled in goosebumps, accompanied by a shivering frisson, much like a horse flank's reaction to the bite of a horse fly, and thankfully, whatever it was decided her skin was unsafe territory and she felt it no more.
She searched her mind, wondering where she was and how she got here, her last clear memory being saying goodbye to her girlfriends in the parking lot at the bar before unlocking her car door and opening it to get in, then coming to consciousness as the hood was pulled away from her hair, to feel a bucket of icy water splashed over her naked body, snapping her head up to focus on the cell and that damned icky millipede. Her nostrils sensed an air change suddenly, as the cell's cool, dank, stale air altered enough for her nose to detect a warmer waft with an odor of kerosene, so she thought whoever her captor was, the keeper of this detestable oubliette, had entered the cell to begin his torture and torment of her. As she focused her mind on keeping her wits about her, a hard, rough hand grasped harshly around her throat....
Struggling for breath and only able twist her head side to side, her hope for mercy was strangled as even this freedom was rescinded when the large thumb and fingers clapped tighter and closer to her jaw line. She grated out, "Why?! Why are you doing this to me?" and was answered with a slap on her right cheek. She could only gasp for breath and pray it didn't get any worse. She wasn't ready to die at the hands of some stranger. There was so much left to do with her life, so much to explore and knowledge to be gained. A husband to find and have kids with. A life to be lived to the fullest.
To her horror, she felt fingers graze across her hairless pudenda to spread her lower lips open, then find and grip onto her clit, realizing for the first time just how treacherously her body was betraying her as she became aware of how fully extended, long and hard her little love switch was and how much of her aroused juices were now streaming down her butt crease to pool around her cheeks on the heavy old table she was tied onto. It dawned on her how many aspects of this situation were turning her on, even as she resisted the mental implications of what this said about her as a person and a woman.
Yet she couldn't deny how in her darkest inner conceptions she'd had fantasies of being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery, and all of her velvety warm, wet holes used as depositories for the precious, life engendering sperm of man after faceless man, an endless line of them waiting their turn, as she was impaled, pounded and ravaged by three cocks at a time, with no say at her body being covered and filled to overflowing by their slimy releases. These intimate imaginings never failed to bring her off to her most crippling, shattering and explosive orgasms. She couldn't refute the tiny voice in her head calling her a slut, which voice now was harping louder, saying, "See? See? You're a whore!" as she tried to desperately resist the building pressure she was feeling in her loins and tummy.
She was suddenly aware of how hot, hard, aching and itching from the inside out, her nipples were in the cool of the chamber, longing to be pulled and twisted, sucked on until the tingling was irresistible and took over her mind to help erupt the volcano rumbling in her helpless body for freedom. The thought elicited a stifled groan from her painted lips as his hand slid down her tummy and in between her inner thighs, hard fingers finding her swollen clit as they massaged it gently. Her legs start quivering as her thoughts began glazing over from the pleasure of it.
Soon she found the clitoral stimulation more of an annoyance than pleasure, being so gentle it wasn't bringing her to the edge she was seeking. The fingers pulling on the length of the shaft, scouring her clit with every movement, served as a constant reminder of what her purpose might be for the duration of her captivity, while it left her unsatisfied. As if she wasn't aroused enough already by the absolute wantonness of her situation, the torment of her clit only added further physical inspiration to the psychological lack of control and unknown future of carnal depravity she must surely be facing.
Her labia felt hugely swollen as she imagined his cock plunging in and out between them. A nipple was tweaked between the thumb and forefinger of another hand. A tongue darted out, running over her hard nipples, moistening and making them glisten and chill enticingly. Then she felt his stiff cock prod her mouth and his tongue lapping her clit and exploring her soaking slit.
She opened her lips and allowed the cock entrance, thinking she may as well resign herself to her fate and get what enjoyment out of it that she might be allowed for as long as anything pleasurable lasted. She thought that perhaps if she were acquiescent her captor may go easier on her.
Her mind snapped back to present as within a microsecond all of the invasive stimulation stopped and the blindfold was pulled and shoved up onto her forehead. It took her a moment to focus and comprehend, but then, "Danny!! What the fuck are you doing?! Wha..."
"Well, Jules, when I asked you in bed last weekend you said you had a fantasy about being kidnapped, but were afraid of all the nastiness and sordid stuff that went with it.... I just thought I'd help you bring the kidnapping part of your fantasy to life."
If he only knew how badly his untimely reveal just destroyed the realization of a great fantasy from becoming at least partially fulfilled, he would know how he just doomed himself and became a uselessly disappointing memory of her past as soon as she was dressed and out of here.
She searched her mind, wondering where she was and how she got here, her last clear memory being saying goodbye to her girlfriends in the parking lot at the bar before unlocking her car door and opening it to get in, then coming to consciousness as the hood was pulled away from her hair, to feel a bucket of icy water splashed over her naked body, snapping her head up to focus on the cell and that damned icky millipede. Her nostrils sensed an air change suddenly, as the cell's cool, dank, stale air altered enough for her nose to detect a warmer waft with an odor of kerosene, so she thought whoever her captor was, the keeper of this detestable oubliette, had entered the cell to begin his torture and torment of her. As she focused her mind on keeping her wits about her, a hard, rough hand grasped harshly around her throat....
Struggling for breath and only able twist her head side to side, her hope for mercy was strangled as even this freedom was rescinded when the large thumb and fingers clapped tighter and closer to her jaw line. She grated out, "Why?! Why are you doing this to me?" and was answered with a slap on her right cheek. She could only gasp for breath and pray it didn't get any worse. She wasn't ready to die at the hands of some stranger. There was so much left to do with her life, so much to explore and knowledge to be gained. A husband to find and have kids with. A life to be lived to the fullest.
To her horror, she felt fingers graze across her hairless pudenda to spread her lower lips open, then find and grip onto her clit, realizing for the first time just how treacherously her body was betraying her as she became aware of how fully extended, long and hard her little love switch was and how much of her aroused juices were now streaming down her butt crease to pool around her cheeks on the heavy old table she was tied onto. It dawned on her how many aspects of this situation were turning her on, even as she resisted the mental implications of what this said about her as a person and a woman.
Yet she couldn't deny how in her darkest inner conceptions she'd had fantasies of being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery, and all of her velvety warm, wet holes used as depositories for the precious, life engendering sperm of man after faceless man, an endless line of them waiting their turn, as she was impaled, pounded and ravaged by three cocks at a time, with no say at her body being covered and filled to overflowing by their slimy releases. These intimate imaginings never failed to bring her off to her most crippling, shattering and explosive orgasms. She couldn't refute the tiny voice in her head calling her a slut, which voice now was harping louder, saying, "See? See? You're a whore!" as she tried to desperately resist the building pressure she was feeling in her loins and tummy.
She was suddenly aware of how hot, hard, aching and itching from the inside out, her nipples were in the cool of the chamber, longing to be pulled and twisted, sucked on until the tingling was irresistible and took over her mind to help erupt the volcano rumbling in her helpless body for freedom. The thought elicited a stifled groan from her painted lips as his hand slid down her tummy and in between her inner thighs, hard fingers finding her swollen clit as they massaged it gently. Her legs start quivering as her thoughts began glazing over from the pleasure of it.
Soon she found the clitoral stimulation more of an annoyance than pleasure, being so gentle it wasn't bringing her to the edge she was seeking. The fingers pulling on the length of the shaft, scouring her clit with every movement, served as a constant reminder of what her purpose might be for the duration of her captivity, while it left her unsatisfied. As if she wasn't aroused enough already by the absolute wantonness of her situation, the torment of her clit only added further physical inspiration to the psychological lack of control and unknown future of carnal depravity she must surely be facing.
Her labia felt hugely swollen as she imagined his cock plunging in and out between them. A nipple was tweaked between the thumb and forefinger of another hand. A tongue darted out, running over her hard nipples, moistening and making them glisten and chill enticingly. Then she felt his stiff cock prod her mouth and his tongue lapping her clit and exploring her soaking slit.
She opened her lips and allowed the cock entrance, thinking she may as well resign herself to her fate and get what enjoyment out of it that she might be allowed for as long as anything pleasurable lasted. She thought that perhaps if she were acquiescent her captor may go easier on her.
Her mind snapped back to present as within a microsecond all of the invasive stimulation stopped and the blindfold was pulled and shoved up onto her forehead. It took her a moment to focus and comprehend, but then, "Danny!! What the fuck are you doing?! Wha..."
"Well, Jules, when I asked you in bed last weekend you said you had a fantasy about being kidnapped, but were afraid of all the nastiness and sordid stuff that went with it.... I just thought I'd help you bring the kidnapping part of your fantasy to life."
If he only knew how badly his untimely reveal just destroyed the realization of a great fantasy from becoming at least partially fulfilled, he would know how he just doomed himself and became a uselessly disappointing memory of her past as soon as she was dressed and out of here.
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Story Time
Let me tell you a tale of the past. You may find it, if not thoroughly disgusting, even somewhat hot. Pammy was a loose woman, married to my future brother-in-law, Dave. I often felt that Pam was flirting with, or testing me. I couldn't help but notice a couple of times, due to her cunning, that Read more…she was wearing a pair of her tight hip hugger bell bottoms with a hole in the crotch, right at her vaginal opening between her thighs. I didn't respond to any of her lascivious ploys, not even knowing for sure at that time, if that's what they were, but they seemed to become more and more obvious, although I could see no reason why she would direct them at me, a guy her same age, just a twenty-one year old free bird at the time, who too often had his face in the wind, traveling. I've never seen myself as very handsome or desirable, even though many women have belied this notion.
While I was working repairing, remodeling and painting blocks of U of M student housing in Ann Arbor one week, she and Dave had a fight, and she ran off on him. I got a call from Dave in the early afternoon, asking me if I'd heard from Pam. I hadn't, and I told him so, as he proceeded to tell me what took place. Two hours later, I got a call from Pam. I asked her, "Where are you? Dave is worried sick about you." She told me she was on the outskirts of town. I asked her, "What town?" She told me Ann Arbor. What the Hell? She wanted to know how to find me, and I asked her where specifically she was. When she told me, I said for her to stay put, and I'd be there shortly.
I found her, and she followed me back to the house that Turkey and I were staying at with some of his brother Elmo's friends with his brother Elmo, a great chef by the way. Pammy started going into all her grievances with Dave, and I said, "Wait, wait, wait. Let me go wash all my brushes and rollers out and take a shower to get all the paint out of me. We'll go out and get a good meal at a nice restaurant, and you can tell me all about it. Are you hungry? Have you eaten at all, lately?" Of course she was. She was as skinny as a rail, and I could hear her belly rumbling. She told me she was hungry, so I cleaned everything and myself up, and an hour later we were eating Chinese.
Pam didn't really have any complaints not usually occurring in any relationship, but I lent her my ear, and occasionally my opinion, until she had blown off all her steam. I then asked her, "Okay, so why would you jump in your car and drive two and a half hours to tell me all this, when you could've far more easily just talked to your sister, Bobby at home?" To make a long story short, she had confidence in my down-to-earth approach and was curious about me. No, more than curious, she'd been fantasizing about me, and about what that big looking outline in my jeans would feel like, buried up inside of her, and she wanted me to fill her in, and let her experience all of the unknown details.
I said, "Look. You're my future Sister-in-Law. I've asked Deb to marry me. That'll make Dave my brother-in-law, and what you're asking wouldn't be very fair for him, or any of the rest of us. So now, do you think it's wise to become intimate with your Brother-in-Law to be? Don't you think you should just jump back into your car and go home?" She didn't care, no one needs to ever find out about it, and what Dave or anyone else didn't know wouldn't hurt them, she just couldn't stand to go another sleepless night, thinking about it, wanting and aching to know how it would feel, with a big empty space inside of her craving it, wondering and not knowing what fucking me was like. Baser instincts unwisely took over.
This sexy little seductress, had been flaunting and flashing her hot body at me for the better part of the summer, her eyes questioning and taunting with her freshly wetted lips smiling an invitation, and I wasn't immune to it, despite knowing it was against my, no our best interests. When she'd walk past me she'd always brush, or if she could do it unseen, rub her breasts or her crotch, or any part of her body, against me suggestively, while she'd seemingly steady herself, as she was always too high, by grabbing onto me and then teasingly run her fingers tantalizingly across whatever area of me she'd grabbed, usually near, and occasionally on, my cock or on my chest, releasing her hold as she moved away. There was no question now she'd always been perfectly aware of what she was doing all along. Pammy purposely had made a seriously conscious effort to bring my own curiosity and desire from mild simmering up to a roiling boil, and she'd succeeded easily.
She boldly and overtly wore no underwear, and enjoyed everyone noticing. She always wore the shortest of mini-skirts, so that you just knew that her bare ass and visibly glistening cunt were in direct contact with whatever she sat on, or she wore too tight, short, short cutoffs with a gusset so narrow that her pudgy cunt lips would be bulging on either side of it, almost popping out, while the ruddy areas toward the inner edges bordering her slit would just be visible, or she wore painted on, stretch, hip-hugger jeans, cut so low that it showed the top inches of her butt cleavage in back, and nearly showed the top of her vaginal cleavage in front, but always displayed a visually, very well defined, deep and plump looking camel toe, often with holes showing bald skin in that modest area and her rear cheeks.
She usually wore a nearly see-through halter top, tied in front between her proudly, forward thrust breasts, in a knot always looking as though it was about to come untied, and oftentimes did. Her tops did nothing to hide the fact that her big nipples were pierced with big rings and always rigidly swollen, and her nicely tanned, taut tummy showed all the right indents and invitingly opulent curves, and it alone was something to behold and could stir wanton fertility fantasies. She was a very sexually attractive, promiscuously promising and passionate looking woman, and she knew it, and her ego and libido certainly thrived on all of the self-stimulating attention her cock teasing tactics fostered. She and the guitar player fucking, as I finally found out, had been the problem with Dave's previous band, which Debbie and I had gone to see the night of my introduction to these people.
I had done no little amount of wondering and fantasizing myself as a result of her wiles. We didn't make love that night, we fucked. I pounded into her body brutally. There is no other way to put it. Me on top; her on top; up on our knees, doggie style. She was voracious, waking me up three more times after we'd gone to sleep, but she never sucked me. She spent the next three nights of a sleepless week there, leaving for home on Friday morning when I went to work, with a freshly fucked, sperm filled womb, and a cover story about visiting an aunt in Indiana she'd concocted. We fucked six more times after this first week before she turned her attentions to as yet unexplored new cocks.
While I was working repairing, remodeling and painting blocks of U of M student housing in Ann Arbor one week, she and Dave had a fight, and she ran off on him. I got a call from Dave in the early afternoon, asking me if I'd heard from Pam. I hadn't, and I told him so, as he proceeded to tell me what took place. Two hours later, I got a call from Pam. I asked her, "Where are you? Dave is worried sick about you." She told me she was on the outskirts of town. I asked her, "What town?" She told me Ann Arbor. What the Hell? She wanted to know how to find me, and I asked her where specifically she was. When she told me, I said for her to stay put, and I'd be there shortly.
I found her, and she followed me back to the house that Turkey and I were staying at with some of his brother Elmo's friends with his brother Elmo, a great chef by the way. Pammy started going into all her grievances with Dave, and I said, "Wait, wait, wait. Let me go wash all my brushes and rollers out and take a shower to get all the paint out of me. We'll go out and get a good meal at a nice restaurant, and you can tell me all about it. Are you hungry? Have you eaten at all, lately?" Of course she was. She was as skinny as a rail, and I could hear her belly rumbling. She told me she was hungry, so I cleaned everything and myself up, and an hour later we were eating Chinese.
Pam didn't really have any complaints not usually occurring in any relationship, but I lent her my ear, and occasionally my opinion, until she had blown off all her steam. I then asked her, "Okay, so why would you jump in your car and drive two and a half hours to tell me all this, when you could've far more easily just talked to your sister, Bobby at home?" To make a long story short, she had confidence in my down-to-earth approach and was curious about me. No, more than curious, she'd been fantasizing about me, and about what that big looking outline in my jeans would feel like, buried up inside of her, and she wanted me to fill her in, and let her experience all of the unknown details.
I said, "Look. You're my future Sister-in-Law. I've asked Deb to marry me. That'll make Dave my brother-in-law, and what you're asking wouldn't be very fair for him, or any of the rest of us. So now, do you think it's wise to become intimate with your Brother-in-Law to be? Don't you think you should just jump back into your car and go home?" She didn't care, no one needs to ever find out about it, and what Dave or anyone else didn't know wouldn't hurt them, she just couldn't stand to go another sleepless night, thinking about it, wanting and aching to know how it would feel, with a big empty space inside of her craving it, wondering and not knowing what fucking me was like. Baser instincts unwisely took over.
This sexy little seductress, had been flaunting and flashing her hot body at me for the better part of the summer, her eyes questioning and taunting with her freshly wetted lips smiling an invitation, and I wasn't immune to it, despite knowing it was against my, no our best interests. When she'd walk past me she'd always brush, or if she could do it unseen, rub her breasts or her crotch, or any part of her body, against me suggestively, while she'd seemingly steady herself, as she was always too high, by grabbing onto me and then teasingly run her fingers tantalizingly across whatever area of me she'd grabbed, usually near, and occasionally on, my cock or on my chest, releasing her hold as she moved away. There was no question now she'd always been perfectly aware of what she was doing all along. Pammy purposely had made a seriously conscious effort to bring my own curiosity and desire from mild simmering up to a roiling boil, and she'd succeeded easily.
She boldly and overtly wore no underwear, and enjoyed everyone noticing. She always wore the shortest of mini-skirts, so that you just knew that her bare ass and visibly glistening cunt were in direct contact with whatever she sat on, or she wore too tight, short, short cutoffs with a gusset so narrow that her pudgy cunt lips would be bulging on either side of it, almost popping out, while the ruddy areas toward the inner edges bordering her slit would just be visible, or she wore painted on, stretch, hip-hugger jeans, cut so low that it showed the top inches of her butt cleavage in back, and nearly showed the top of her vaginal cleavage in front, but always displayed a visually, very well defined, deep and plump looking camel toe, often with holes showing bald skin in that modest area and her rear cheeks.
She usually wore a nearly see-through halter top, tied in front between her proudly, forward thrust breasts, in a knot always looking as though it was about to come untied, and oftentimes did. Her tops did nothing to hide the fact that her big nipples were pierced with big rings and always rigidly swollen, and her nicely tanned, taut tummy showed all the right indents and invitingly opulent curves, and it alone was something to behold and could stir wanton fertility fantasies. She was a very sexually attractive, promiscuously promising and passionate looking woman, and she knew it, and her ego and libido certainly thrived on all of the self-stimulating attention her cock teasing tactics fostered. She and the guitar player fucking, as I finally found out, had been the problem with Dave's previous band, which Debbie and I had gone to see the night of my introduction to these people.
I had done no little amount of wondering and fantasizing myself as a result of her wiles. We didn't make love that night, we fucked. I pounded into her body brutally. There is no other way to put it. Me on top; her on top; up on our knees, doggie style. She was voracious, waking me up three more times after we'd gone to sleep, but she never sucked me. She spent the next three nights of a sleepless week there, leaving for home on Friday morning when I went to work, with a freshly fucked, sperm filled womb, and a cover story about visiting an aunt in Indiana she'd concocted. We fucked six more times after this first week before she turned her attentions to as yet unexplored new cocks.
Kemander Yes, I very likely did, although the majority of my efforts were spent on rooms, often in frat houses, that needed entire walls, windows, doors and / or door frames, repaired or completely replaced. It paid well and I enjoyed the opportunity to do restoration to some form of perfection. If you're a U of M Alum, then count me as a friend. Yes, I very likely did, although the majority of my efforts were spent on rooms, often in frat houses, that needed entire walls, windows, doors and / or door frames, repaired or completely replaced. It paid well and I enjoyed the opportunity to do restoration to some form of perfection. If you're a U of M Alum, then count me as a friend.
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· 05.03.2019 5:47:59
oldpervert777 Kemander, , , I am new here and not too sure what is normal and acceptable; but here goes.
To be completely honest, I didn't like your piece, as a story, but maybe it was cathartic for you as a confession. However, I was hooked by your setting - University of Michigan. I am a Michigan Alum and was wondering if you had painted over my signature in my old dorm room in 5416 Markley Hall.
Good luck with the writing.
WR Maxwell Kemander, , , I am new here and not too sure what is normal and acceptable; but here goes.
To be completely honest, I didn't like your piece, as a story, but maybe it was cathartic for you as a confession. However, I was hooked by your setting - University of Michigan. I am a Michigan Alum and was wondering if you had painted over my signature in my old dorm room in 5416 Markley Hall.
Good luck with the writing.
WR Maxwell
To be completely honest, I didn't like your piece, as a story, but maybe it was cathartic for you as a confession. However, I was hooked by your setting - University of Michigan. I am a Michigan Alum and was wondering if you had painted over my signature in my old dorm room in 5416 Markley Hall.
Good luck with the writing.
WR Maxwell Kemander, , , I am new here and not too sure what is normal and acceptable; but here goes.
To be completely honest, I didn't like your piece, as a story, but maybe it was cathartic for you as a confession. However, I was hooked by your setting - University of Michigan. I am a Michigan Alum and was wondering if you had painted over my signature in my old dorm room in 5416 Markley Hall.
Good luck with the writing.
WR Maxwell
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· 04.03.2019 8:38:46