Cheating

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Ass Bandit

Lance – the man of the house
Tiffany – the horny drunk chick
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Tiffany called me at work one Friday and told me she was drunk and in the mood. After several minutes of conversation that, luckily, hadn’t erupted into an argument, Tiffany mentioned something that immediately brought me to attention: baby oil and ass-fucking. I’d been waiting for another chance with this girl, especially the chance to fuck her ass, and her current state certainly worked in my favor. In addition, her guy was out of town with their son for the weekend. Damn, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
“I’ll be there in half an hour,” I said.
“Whatever,” Tiffany responded. “You talk a lot of junk, so we’ll see what happens.”
“I’m leaving now.”
I hung up the phone and turned to my co-worker. She’d heard at least my end of the conversation, nothing too revealing, but she was well aware of what I was talking my way into. I asked her if she could handle things if I left, and she told me to go ahead and take care of my booty call.
About thirty minutes later, we met a block from her house, beside an abandoned shipping warehouse, and I got into her car. She drove us to her place, and I was amazed at how much she actually had been drinking. This girl was trashed. Between the seats was a cup of vodka and cranberry juice, which explained why she was so wasted.
We exited the car after she parked it on her front lawn. As we entered the house, I got a good look at the place (I can see rather well in low-light situations).
“Quaint,” I said.
“Quaint? What does that mean?” (See what I meant about arguments?)
“I didn’t mean that in a sarcastic manner. The place is nice, cozy. It wasn’t an insult.”
“Oh, well whatever.”
“Where do you want to sit?” I didn’t really care, but it wasn’t my house, so I asked anyway.
She dropped onto the couch and put her drink on a table at one end. I sat beside her, and for some stupid reason I began to chat about work and other unrelated items; at one point, I did ask her how long her family would be gone. She got up at one point to re-fill her cup, and when she returned her mind was not at all on small talk.
“So,” she began, “are we gonna do this or what?”
Finally, the go-ahead was given. I leaned over and started kissing her neck, pushing her waterfall of thick hair back so I could reach flesh. Being drunk AND horny helped get things going quickly, and I soon had her shirt off and her bra immediately followed.
Tiffany had a set of massive boobs, each nearly twice as large as my head. The magic of the situation is they didn’t sag at all, despite their enormity. I’ve never been a boob-man, but they were so awesome that even I was impressed by them, and once they were freed from their lacy prison I showed my appreciation of what she had to offer.
I kissed down the slope of her left and into the crevasse between them and took a deep breath. She always smelled good, and I could still make out her scent over the smell of alcohol. Reaching up I caressed with both of my hands, each having plenty of space to explore. My mouth joined my left hand when I took her nipple in and my tongue made several circles around the tip before I applied suction and squeezed with each hand simultaneously.
Tiffany gasped and then let out a soft moan. She fell back against the arm of the couch and I followed, my lips still attached to her nipple. She ran her hands through my hair (this was years ago, before I shaved my head), tightened her fingers around the entwined strandes and pressed my face hard into her chest. Without releasing her grip, she motioned me to her other nipple, which I was happy to devote attention to.
As I continued my work, I let a hand drift down, under the waistband of her pants, and inside her thongs. I spread her hairless pussy lips and begain stroking her clit. Her continuing moans and short breaths indicated her heightened arousal, and I kept rubbing with my fingers and sucking with my lips.
“Are you ready for something bigger?” I asked Tiffany without slowing my manual manipulation of her clit.
“Mmmm, yeah,” she replied.
I got up and began removing my clothes. Tiffany stood and slid her pants and thongs down at once, then sat down on the opposite end of the couch and stretched out with her hands above her head.
I crouched on the cushions and began kissing her smooth legs, before lifting them and positioning myself with her legs over my shoulders. My cock entered her slowly and she arched her back and buried her head in a nearby pillow. Her pussy muscles gripping my cock felt great, but our action didn’t last too long before the cushions started slipping underneath us.
After a minute or so, I got annoyed with this.
“This isn’t going to work,” I said in a somewhat irritated tone. “Where’s the baby oil?”
Tiffany looked up at me briefly, her dazed and drunken stare slowly fading, and pointed in the direction of her kitchen. “It’s on the kitchen table,” she said.
“I’ll get it”
“I need another drink anyway,” she said as she reached for her cup.
I almost took offense to the drink comment, as if she needed to be blitzed to fuck me, but I quickly re-assessed the situation and knew it wasn’t me she needed vodka for. She wanted to be drunk so fucking around on Lance didn’t register, and maybe she wouldn’t remember the session with too much clarity.
I returned with the baby oil bottle in my hand and she took it from me after putting down her drink. Tiffany sat on the center cushion and squirted some of the oil in the palm of her hand and put aside the bottle. She rubbed her hands together briefly and began stroking my cock, oiling it from head to base thoroughly. Damn, she was good with her hands.
“Now what?” she asked without looking up from my glistening cock.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered. Something about the tone in my voice struck me as odd, as I am not accustomed to ordering anyone to do anything.
Tiffany climbed onto the cushions and leaned over the back of the couch, and I stepped up behind her with my cock ready for her tightest spot. She reached back and positioned me at the opening of her ass, and waited a moment before releasing me from her slippery grip.
“Go ahead,” she said as she lowered her head.
I slowly pushed into her ass and then reached around to continue what I’d started with my fingers in her pussy. After a few minutes, I stood straight, put both hands on her hips, and began thrusting in and out of her ass at a rapid pace. Tiffany’s breathing got heavier as I repeatedly filled her with cock and pulled back again.
After what seemed like fifteen minutes, she pulled away from me, letting my cock plop out of her ass and dangle in the air, pointing toward her. Most girls I’ve known can only take being buttfucked for five minutes or so, and she’d gone at least three times that already, so I assumed she’d had enough.
She surprised me by turning around, sitting down in front of me, and inhaling half my cock. She sucked me off for a minute or so and then resumed her position over the couch. I proceeded to re-enter her ass and began pounding her hard, my cock going so deep my balls brushed her pussy lips.
We continued our grunting and moaning with me ramming her ass for at least an hour (the clock was at an odd angle) before she again pulled off me.
“How do you want to finish?” she asked.
“Get on the floor.”
Tiffany got on the floor, lying face-down, and I straddled her hips. Again, I slid my cock into her ass until it felt like I might pop out of her mouth. Several more minutes passed, and my breathing began to quicken.
“Don’t come in me,” she said.
I wondered why, considering where I was fucking her (no fear of getting pregnant there), but it was her only request that night, and I was plugging her ass with cock. As my orgasm began, I pulled out of her ass and shot my load over her shoulder, where it splattered across the floor; luckily, it was hard wood and not carpet.
“That was incredible,” Tiffany said between breaths.
We both got up and cleaned ourselves off. I got dressed, and she put on a long night shirt and a pair of jogging pants. We drove around the corner to get my car, and when I pulled into her yard she came over and leaned into my window.
“Don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.”
Wow! Coming from this girl, that was a major statement. She was hard-nosed and often insensitive, so the vodka definitely had an effect on her. Despite the fact that I’d just worn her ass out (literally), I felt bad about taking advantage of a drunk girl. Okay, it’s a stretch considering I just fucked another man’s wife in their house; hey, at least I didn’t fuck her in their bed.
I told her I couldn’t stay, that I had to get home to my family and be ready for work in the morning. We had a parting kiss, and I raced home.
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The next morning, at around lunch time, Tiffany called me at work. I asked her how she felt.
“I’m a little sore,” she said.
“You’re not sitting, are you?”
“No, I’m leaning on one hip. What happened last night? I can’t remember it all.”
“We had sex.”
“No, that wasn’t sex. That was FUCKING. Sex isn’t that intense.”
“Okay, we fucked.”
“What did we do?”
I proceeded to describe the events, and once I got to her sucking my cock after it had just been in her ass, she stopped me.
“I don’t want to hear anymore.”
“But that’s not all.”
“I don’t care. You didn’t shoot off in my hair, did you?”
“Hey, I wasn’t aiming for your hair, but you did tell me not to get any in you.”
The rest of my day at work was spent with a smile on my face, as I replayed the entire session and envisioned her shaking her head in disbelief over what she’d let me do to her.

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The Kiss Chapter 4

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The Day I Became A Slut!

The day I Became a Slut!
Hello, my name is Amy. The strangest, most beautiful and incredible thing happened to me today! I feel so wonderfully liberated, because I became a slut tonight! My mind is in a whirl of euphoria, and I am having more fun than I could ever imagine!
I feel so totally free and wildly wanton. I’ve finally admitted to myself who I really am and what I’m really like. It is so absolutely, incredibly exciting to throw off the shackles of prudish monogamy so that I don’t have to pretend not to lust for sex with other people I meet, anymore.
By fucking another man tonight, I allowed myself the freedom to enjoy sex and nudity, and all their wonderful variations, as one of the things that make being human bearable. Today, I have finally entered into the swinging lifestyle by acknowledging my true nature. Yes, I now freely admit that I am a slut who loves to be fucked, and needs to be fucked by lots and lots of sweet hard cocks. I am a middle-aged, average weight, but still pretty, married slut, with big married tits, a round married ass, and a juicy-wet married pussy, who just loves to fuck and suck other men.
OK, you probably think it sounds like I’m going pretty wild and crazy, and most people might say that I am engaging in abnormal and risky behavior. Maybe I am going overboard with all the slut-whore stuff. But I like it. I don’t think of them as bad names. Instead of being demeaning, the names slut and whore give me a sense of completeness, empowerment and liberation. To me, a slut or a whore is just a strong, sexually self assured woman who is not afraid to go against societal norms and fully explore and express her sexuality in the same way that men have always expressed theirs.
Who says we women can’t be sexually assertive just like men are? What’s wrong with openly going after sweet hard cock? A slut can do that, a “lady” can’t. Anyway, how can something that is so beautiful, that feels so good and right, that is so much fun and natural, be wrong or bad for me? Especially if my husband feels so positive and is so encouraging and supportive about what I’m doing? So tonight, to help me maintain an even keel, to keep things sorted out and quiet down my whirling mind, I’m starting a sort of journal of my experiences. I’ll call it my Slut’s Diary, and this is my first entry:
Okay, I admit it. As of tonight, I am a slut. I’m married woman who fucks and sucks other guys, in addition to my husband, whenever I feel like it. That makes me what everyone calls a slut or a whore, right? Well, I love it! It makes me finally free to be myself – a sexual being who is free to choose my own sexual behavior and partners.
What makes everything even more fun and exciting, is that my sweet husband Will loves the new me (or, as Will says, the real me) even more than before. It’s thrilling, and I can’t believe I’m such a lucky girl! I knew I was especially lucky when Will fucked me so hard and so sweetly after I came home tonight and told him how I had just fucked my new boyfriend, Tom. I also told my husband that I wanted to keep fucking Tom regularly. Will just fucked me harder. If Will is going to keep fucking me like that whenever I have sex with other men, I can’t wait for every chance I can get to fuck Tom again!
I guess I should start at the beginning. I’ve always had a strong sex drive and loved to fuck. I’ve been strongly attracted to other people all my life, and I’ve always been especially fascinated with cocks and the men they’re attached to. So many different shapes and sizes – so little time! I adore the way cute little soft cocks get big and hard when I suck on them, and the different personalities they all have. I love the sounds men make when they fuck me and the silly look of surprise on their faces when they come.
I was a girl of the late ’70’s, and I first started fucking when I was fourteen. I was pretty wild and adventurous before I got married, and got to know a couple of dozen sweet penises very intimately. So, I guess I’ve always been a slut. When we were dating, Will confessed that his first marriage had been an open marriage. When he proposed to me, he promised that he would never place any restrictions on me, and that if I wanted to have other lovers he would not limit me. He also promised that he would never pressure me into doing anything I didn’t want to do and that as long as I was monogamous, he would be, as well. But when I got married to Will I bought into the conventional morality that married people weren’t supposed to fuck around, that husbands and wives are supposed to only have sex with each other, and that sex outside of marriage would lead to breakup and divorce.
Nevertheless, I’ve always needed to have several orgasms every day, and even though Will and I have always had great sex and he always makes sure I cum when he fucks me every day, I usually masturbate a couple of times each day and fantasize about sucking and fucking other guys whenever I do. But, for the last fourteen years, I’ve limited myself to fucking only my husband.
Tonight everything changed. For about a year now I’ve been flirting with a cute guy five or six years younger than I am, who works for another company in an office on the same floor of the building where I work. I always thought I ought to feel guilty, but it was fun and exciting to flirt with Tom in the hallways at work, on my lunch breaks and at a nearby bar where Will and I hang out after work with friends. Tom is pretty good looking, and he knows it, so he came on to me pretty strongly right from the start, making it obvious that he was attracted to me and wanted to fuck me.
Whenever we met he would make little risqué comments about my body, my tits and ass, what a sexy mouth I have, and what we would be like together. He did nothing to hide the huge bulge in his pants that appeared when we were together, and it made me feel so desirable that I did absolutely nothing to discourage him and flirted right back.
Often, I would run into him in the kitchen when I went to get coffee on breaks. I knew the effect I had on him, so I would be sure to bend over and give him a good look at my ass when I got something from the refrigerator, or let my tits brush across his arm when I reached for the sugar. I’d often let a drop of cream “accidentally” fall on my fingers so I could look him in the eye and slowly lick it off. And best of all, if I had to squeeze past him to get to the microwave, I would make sure that my ass rubbed against his hardness. I admit, I was a horrible cock-tease, but it was tremendously exciting and made me feel so sexy and attractive. Tom would pout and tell me that I was driving him crazy with lust. I would just laugh and teasingly remind him that I’m married. But afterwards, I’d go back to my desk with my mind in a whirl and a dripping wet pussy, close my office door so I could finger my clit under my desk and quietly bring myself to orgasm, imagining what his cock looked like and how it would feel in my mouth or pussy. Later that night, I would almost rape my husband, imagining Tom’s cock. Oh, I wanted to fuck Tom so badly!
I have a great boss who usually closes the office and lets us leave early on Friday afternoons, if we are all caught up with our work. Will and I had tickets to see a show that evening, but it was only about 3:00 PM when we closed the office, so I decided to relax and have a drink or two before going home to shower and change for the theater. Plenty of time before the eight o’clock curtain, right?
I was standing at the bar, laughing and kicking back with John, the bartender (another hunky guy I’d love to fuck) and several of the regulars. I was about half way through my first drink, when Tom came in. Like I said, I’ve desperately wanted to fuck other guys, especially Tom, for a long time now. However, I’ve stubbornly resisted, inventing all kinds of lame “married” excuses to avoid it.
I really don’t know what changed tonight. I guess the dam holding back all my sexual repression just burst. The fact is, everything did change, and it was amazingly easy and natural to let myself start being a slut. I didn’t even really know I was doing it. It just was right. The moment I saw Tom, I felt that delicious ache in my pussy and instantly threw all caution to the wind. He took a seat on a nearby bar stool and I swung my hips as I walked over to his side and started flirting with him shamelessly. Somehow, a couple of buttons on my blouse “mysteriously” came open, so Tom (and everyone else) could clearly see the cleavage of my full 38DD breasts jiggling in the lacy bra I was wearing. I enjoyed all the stares I was getting as I gave Tom a big hug. I started making lots of physical contact with him, touching his hand or resting my hand on his leg. My nipples were almost painfully erect, poking through the thin fabric of my bra, and I found plenty of opportunities to brush my tits against him as we talked, thrusting my breast out to him, making my hard nipples gently brush back and forth against his arm. Every time we shared a laugh, I leaned into him, brazenly letting my hand rest higher and higher on his thigh.
The other men and women we were talking with could hardly keep their eyes from staring at my hand, and it was obvious that I could feel his hardening cock whenever it throbbed or twitched. I wanted it so badly, it was all I could do not to grab it right there. Finally, after a particularly funny moment, when I had collapsed on his chest in laughter, we found ourselves looking into each other’s eyes and I impulsively just reached up and pulled his mouth down to mine.
There I stood, a married woman brazenly kissing a man who was not my husband right in front of our mutual friends and drinking buddies. I pressed my tits against his chest and ground my pussy against his leg. I let his tongue explore my mouth, feeling his arms around me, inhaling his manly scent, so similar, yet different than my husband’s. I suddenly felt so deliciously free to kiss him like that! I felt so beautifully warm and lovely and wanton!
Everyone who hangs out there knows I’m married to Will, and now it is obvious to all what a naughty slut I am. It just made me hotter and wetter to know that they were watching me and thinking what a slut I was making of myself. I know they will never think the same way about me again, but I just didn’t care. In fact, I loved it! I knew that most of the men there (and some of the women!) now were thinking that they now might have a chance to fuck me, and the thought was making my knees weak and my pussy wet. My pussy ached for a cock. I licked and nibbled Tom’s ear as I whispered to him that it was time to fuck me. I told him I wanted his cock, that I needed his cock, and that I wanted him to make me his slut.
Who knew? When it finally happened, it was so incredibly easy to let go! The police didn’t burst in to arrest me. I didn’t turn into a toad. The sky didn’t fall, the world didn’t end. I wasn’t thrown into the street and stoned. All that happened was that Tom immediately said that I should go home with him, so we could fuck. However, I just gently squeezed his hard on and told him that I didn’t want to wait that long for his cock. I said that I had a better idea that would allow him to fuck me right away. “Bye, Johnny. See you later! Tell Will I’ll see him at home.” I grinned at everyone watching us, waved goodbye, took his hand and I led him out of the bar.
I really don’t know where I got the guts to do what happened next. I was so hot for him that I was out of control. I just wanted to fuck him so badly that I couldn’t wait. I used my office key and took him up to my boss’s deserted office, just a block away. We didn’t speak a word on the way, but I was shaking with the incredible excitement and anticipation of doing something so risky and naughty. I had only had one drink, but I felt drunk with the euphoria of doing something so shockingly naughty and completely different from anything I had ever done before. Of course, we were all over each other, feeling each other up in the elevator. Tom had my blouse open and my bra undone by the time we got to the sixth floor, and I stroked and tickled his hard cock which was straining for release.
Leaving the lights off in the outer office, we went into the executive suite. I told Tom to sit down and make himself comfortable on my boss’s big leather sofa. Before he fucked me, I wanted to be fully exposed to him. I needed to shed the last vestiges of respectability. “Look at me. Look at the slut standing before you. You’re so hot, I’ve wanted to fuck you for months.” I wanted for him to see the nasty slut he was about to have. “Look at me. See how much I want your cock.”
Slowly, almost unconsciously, I began to put on a show for him, undressing, performing an erotic striptease that I seemed to instinctually know how to do. “Look at me, see how horny I am. See how badly I want you to fuck me.” In the light of the setting sun and my boss’s giant fish tanks I blossomed into the slut I had been holding inside. “Look at me. See how I want to be your slut.” He just sat back and smiled as he watched me display myself to him. “Look at me. I want you to fuck me like a whore with that cock.” I writhed as I looked deep into his eyes and physically showed him how much I wanted and needed to be fucked. I displayed every part of my body to him, until I stood before him completely naked. “I need your cock in my mouth. I want to suck it and drink your cum.” I licked and pinched my nipples and fingered my dripping pussy. “I want your cock pounding in my cunt.” I turned my back to him and bent over, spreading my ass cheeks and pussy lips to show my most intimate parts. “Use me as your sex toy and cover me with your cum.” Then, deliciously, totally exposed, I slumped back in my boss’s big leather chair with my legs wide apart and masturbated for my new lover so he could see me cum. “Look at me! Watch me cum. See what a slut I am when I cum!” I needed for him to se me cum, to look into my eyes and see my insatiable need to cum. “Oh, God! Look at me! Look at what a slut I am! I’m a whore who needs your cock! I’m cumming! I’m cummmming!!” I collapsed on the carpet as my first huge orgasm washed across me.
Crawling across the floor to him, legs splayed, tits swaying, I wantonly licked my own juices from my fingers. Tom had pulled out his lovely cock and was stroking his beautiful erection as he watched my lewd display. “Look what I have for you, slut. You’ve wanted this ever since you first saw me, haven’t you?” His hard cock jutted arrogantly in toward me, and was directly level with my face as I crawled. “Here’s what you want. Come here and suck my cock, bitch.” Oh, My God! His cock! His balls! His lovely, hard penis!! “Oh, God, it’s beautiful!” I was transfixed – the first real live hard cock, other than Will’s, that I had seen in 14 years! I couldn’t take my eyes off it. God, it was unbelievably gorgeous! I ached for it. I had to have it.
Panting, drooling, shaking, moaning and trembling with lust, I knelt before him like a wild creature and worshipped this lovely new penis. I completely lost myself in a rush of lust as I closely examined every incredible inch of it. I inhaled his wonderful manly smell. I rubbed its silky length and hardness all over my face as I gave myself completely to this beautiful cock. “Suck it, whore. Show me how much you love cock.” Greedily, hungrily, I voraciously licked and sucked this beautiful new cock, reveling in all the wonderful differences and similarities to Will’s. “Take it all, you nasty slut. Take it down your throat.” It was a bit thicker than Will’s, so I opened wide to get as much of his beautiful hardness as I could in my mouth. I tasted his pre-cum, sucking and nibbling on the helmet head, tonguing the sweet little hole at the tip. My tongue ran around the sharply defined lip of his cock head. I licked up and down the hard shaft, feeling the bulging veins with my lips and tongue, trying to memorize every erotic detail of my new toy. When I reached the base of his hard shaft, I slid my tongue slowly around his balls sack, tasting the musky manliness between his legs. I sucked each one into my mouth, feeling their weight.
Releasing his balls, I licked farther back to the tangier taste of his asshole. “Oh, yes! You nasty bitch, lick my ass. I’m yours!” Spreading his cheeks, I let my tongue circle his anus. The naughtiness of what I was doing was overwhelming. My fingers were playing over my clit, and I came violently, screaming as I plunged my tongue deep into his ass. “Oh, yes! You fucking dirty whore! Suck my ass, bitch!”
Slowly, I worked my way back to his cock and eased the entire length into the back of my throat, until my nose rested in his soft pubic hair. Overcome with his own lust, Tom quickly took control and held my head in his hands as he began to fuck my mouth. “Take it! Take my cock, slut!” I eagerly and completely submitted to his cock, relaxing past the gag reflex as I sucked and squeezed with my lips, worshipped with my tongue, trying to swallow more and more of him every time he thrust his hardness against the back of my throat, sucking to keep him there when he drew back for the next thrust. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, slut! Oh, shit! Drink my cum like a whore! Oh, God!!” His pubic bone bumped against my nose, and he filled my hungry throat with spurt after spurt of his salty cum. It was unbelievably delicious! Thrilling! Overwhelming! I orgasmed again, nearly fainting from the excitement of cheating on my husband and having another man’s cum in my mouth, I greedily swallowed as much of his salty sperm as I could.
I sprawled back on the leather sofa and lewdly rubbed the cum dribbling out of my mouth into my face and tits. “That was delicious, lover. I needed that. I hope there’s more where that came from. I’m your slut and I want your cum.” Tom laughed and laid me back on the sofa and eagerly began to taste my pussy. “Let’s see how wet this slut’s pussy is.” By now, of course, I was dripping and so hot that Tom hardly had to do more than breathe on my clit before I exploded into a mind bending orgasm, screaming incoherently: “FUUUUUCK!! Yes! Fuck me NOW! Take me, use me! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!!! Fuck my slut-cunt!! I need your cock in my whore-pussy NOW!! Give me your cock! Fill me with your cum! What are you waiting for? FUCK ME!!!”
Impatiently, I sucked him hard again, and he eagerly shoved his cock into my soaking cunt. “Fuck me, you fucker!” I went absolutely crazy. I pushed him onto his back so I could ride his fat cock, bucking my pussy on his beautiful penis and fucking him on my boss’s leather sofa. “You are a slut, aren’t you? Tell what a slut you are.” Tom pinched my nipples the way I love, roughly twisting and pulling them so they felt like they were on fire. “Yes, I’m a nasty slut! Give me your cock!” I can’t tell how deliciously wanton and naughty it made me feel to say it! “Fuck me, bitch! Fuck me with that slut-cunt!” I was screaming in orgasm after orgasm, shaking my tits, and rubbing my clit. “I’m a married slut and I’m fucking your cock!. I’m your slut, tonight! Your married whore to use and fuck with that gorgeous, beautiful, delicious fat cock! Fuck me, cock! Fuck me you whore fucker!”
Tom flipped me over so I was kneeling on the floor and rammed his cock home. “Whose slut are you?” He slammed his cock into me furiously, like it was his last fuck. “I’m your cock-loving slut, you fucker! Fuck me! I want your cum in my pussy! FUCK ME!” If anybody was working late and had been paying attention in the office building across the street they would have seen quite a show!
“Let’s see if anybody’s watching!” Tom pushed me up against the floor-to-ceiling plate glass window overlooking Broadway and fucked me hard and deep as I fingered my clit and pinched my nipples. “Hey! Look up here!” I screamed through the thick glass. “Here I am! Look up here and see what a fucking slut I am! See what a whore looks like when she’s getting fucked by a stud with a delicious hard cock!” I bucked back, slamming into his hard cock. “Fuck me! Slap my ass! Slap my whore’s ass! Make it sting!!” Tom’s hand cracked down on my wide ass, making me jump with the pleasure of the pain and scream in another wrenching orgasm. “Take it, you dirty, nasty whore! You love it, don’t you slut?” “Oh, god, yes! Fuck me! Spank me! Ram that fucking cock in me, you fucker! I’m a fucking slut! So fuck me like a slut with that fucking cock! Come on, harder! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUUUUUCK MEEEEE!!!” Slapping my ass, the force of his fucking pushing my face up against the window, I exploded over and over in screaming orgasm before Tom finally came again, filling my cunt with his thick cum.
In exhaustion we collapsed in each other’s arms, cum dribbling out of my pussy onto the plush oriental carpet. Tom tenderly cuddled me, and in his post-coital insecurity he was almost like a little boy. He sweetly told me how much he had enjoyed fucking me. He apologized for being so rough and calling me dirty names. He said he felt ashamed at his behavior, and that he didn’t really think I was a slut or a whore. I laughed, and told him not to worry. “I loved it! It’s OK if you think I’m a slut and a whore. I am a slut and a whore, and I like it when you call me those things. It doesn’t make me a bad person. I loved the way you were nasty and rough with me and fucked me so hard! I only hope that Will isn’t upset by it, and that I can fuck you again, sometime.”
Of course, Tom immediately said I should to go home with him. I laughed, and told Tom that it was only sex and that because I love my husband, it would never be anything more than just sex. I said that although I wanted to fuck him again sometime, it would depend upon what happened when I got home and faced Will. We cuddled for a while longer, and then Tom slowly walked me to the subway entrance and we shared a long and sweet goodnight kiss before I headed home to Will. Home to my husband.

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Claudia, found but lost for ever

Claudia, the Woman Next Door
I had watched Claudia since she and Clint had moved next door. She was 5’6” weighted about 120 lbs., had blonde hair down to her waist and it anything was a little top heavy.
She always smiled, had this great walk about her, and wore the sexiest clothes. She had tow children while living there, breast fed both and her chest seem to get and stay bigger each time. Her breasts appeared to stay firm and erect. Often she would wear just a T-shirt, which always, couldn’t be tucked in. Her breasts just wouldn’t allow it.
The neighborhood would have volley ball games and everyone wanted to be on the opposite teams, to be assured of good view of her bouncing, staying breasts. Me I liked to dive for the ball and catch my glimpses up her t-shrit when getting up.
While we had a number of conversations, and I will be the first to admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest. See knew I was looking. It didn’t seem to bother her.
I was disappointed to find out her husband had gotten a transfer and they were going to Europe for three years.
One afternoon, her husband was in Europe and it was about a week before he was do back and they were to move, the house had been sold, She was in the yard with kids. I had gotten home early and the wife was still working. I drove in the driveway and she said Hi. We chatted for awhile, she had the ever-famous T-shirt on. She said she had just made a pot of coffee and asked if I would like a cup. This would possibly be our last conversation so I said sure, “Just let me put my things inside.”
I knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in. While, I had seen her nipples proud before they looked exceptionally large today. I caught myself staring and she did also. She asked me where her kids where, I told her they were playing out front.
She poured our coffees and sat at the table. When she leaned forward her nipples would rub against the table. Her nipples, her breasts were just magnificent.
She was well aware I was talking to her chest as we chatted. When she blurted out, “You like them don’t you?” With my mind elsewhere, my mouth went into motion before my brain I replied, “Yes.” Followed quickly by, “Sorry” when my brain caught up. She said, “Why this is not the first time you’ve looked at them.” My only comment was, “Yes I have noticed them before.” Grinning. She smiled and asked where her kids were and got up to look out the front window. Returning to the kitchen, she said, “They are playing, they should be fine for a little while.” She never sat down. Instead she looked out all the windows backed up against the kitchen wall; I turned in my chair to look at her.
Without saying a word, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled off over her head. I was frozen, there they were, big then life, heaving with every breath she took. Even with, what I would guess as 36Ds, they stood firm. Not needing any support. “Well,” she said. I was speechless, unusual for me, as I looked. The bulge grow in my pants as I wanted caress, lick, suck and fuck her breasts. I didn’t say a thing, until she said, “Glenn, these are not the first breasts you have seen.” “No,” I replied. “But they are the best.”
She stretched out her arms and motioned me to come to her, with her fingertips. I flew across the room, burying my head in her chest. I couldn’t get enough of them; god knows what she thought. My cock was so hard and I was ready to unload in my pants.
We slide to the floor my face still buried in her breasts. What surprised me was I had both hands working her breasts as I rolled the nipple, I wasn’t sucking, in my fingertips. She also was caressing them with her hands. Her nipples where rock hard. As explained before my wife, Cindy has big nipples. Claudia’s were just a big, but where more portioned with the size of her breasts.
I nursed, licked, sucked and fondled her breasts. On top of her now her hips were beginning to grind up into my hard cock. I was rubbing my cock into her pussy through my suit pants. Not taking into consideration there where four layer of material between my throbbing cock and her pussy, I wanted in. I wanted to be buried deep in her and fill her with my love cream.
With a nipple sucked deep into my mouth, and caress it with the tip of my tongue, I fumbled with the button on her shorts, finally getting them unbutton, slide her shorts and panties off, as she raised her hips. She continues to rub her own breasts and nipples, as I sat back kneeling before her pussy, covered with a mass of light golden hair.
I reached for her breasts again; I as guided my cock toward, her awaiting love tunnel. With my hands on her breast, she had moved hers to my ass. As I plunged, my cock in and out of her wet hot pussy, she pulled me closer. She cam, I could feel the additional juices flow from her. As I pulled from her she said I could cum inside of her. I said okay but just not yet.
I slide down her, burying my face in her juices. I ran my tongue up and down the inside of her thighs. Teasing he pussy as I crossed from one to the other and back again, stopping only to lick the outside of her lips, the crease between her pussy and thigh. Her hips were pushing back when I started to run my tongue along her seam. Gently pressing it a little further between her lips each time. She tasted great. She couldn’t take the teasing any longer; reaching shed spread her lips with her fingertips. I took the hint and ran my tongue in circles around her clit. While not as large as Cindy’s it was big enough. Big enough for her to stroke it like a small cock between her fingertips. I pushed her finger away with my mouth and sucked her clit in. She wrapped her legs around my neck. Squeezing me into her pussy. Sucking her clit while rubbing the tip with my tongue, while plunging two fingers deep into her pussy made her cum again.
I lifted her legs to my shoulders, with my hand under her legs; I grabbed her breasts, as I guided my cock to her love hot. I filled her. Her hands on my ass, my grip on her breasts I rutted as hard as I could. Taking long deep strokes. We almost cam together as I fulled her with my hot cream. Not lasting as long as I wanted I rolled to the side exhausted.
We then kissed for the first time. Breaking it off she said, “We need to get up.” Getting dressed she asked,”Will you be getting home early tomorrow?” My response. “Yes, You’ll be here?” She replied, “We may have wasted the last five years, I won’t waste the next 5 days, agreed?” “Yes!” I returned, thinking about tomorrow.

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My wife cheating in bar

We are a married couple of 20 years and living this lifestyle for 19 years. I like to watch my wife with other men or have her tell me about it afterwards. My wife “Roxanne” likes to dress very sexy, some might even say sluty. She has endless high heels, stockings, garterbelts, lace & thong panties, lace see through bra’s & shelf bra’s that expose nipples, short skimpy and/or see through clothes, she has long blonde hair, all natural 44DD tits with large erect nipples, has very long sexy red finger nails and wears lots of sluty makeup. In short she is every mans dream!
Well this particular night she was going out to the bar with her girl friends for ladies night. I always stayed home and drank a few beers with a buddy so she could have a night to get away. That night she let me help her pick out her outfit. She wore 5” high heel pumps with a strap around the ankle, a pair of tan wide band theigh high stockings, a white lace garterbelt, a white shelf bra that exposes her nipples, no panties, a short tight stretchy mini skirt that hugged her ass, is see through and exposes her stocking tops & garterbelt straps, a white lace see through blouse that showed her pierced naval and you can see right through to her white lace shelf bra with her nipples almost practicly poking through the blouse, of course lots of makeup, oh and a pair of white lace ruffle top bobby socks. She had her hair all done sexy, was very tan so needless to say she was looking extremely fuckable!
I always encourage her to meet guys and to get laid and this night was no different. As she left I gently grazed her bald pantyless pussy under her short skirt as I kissed her dark red lipstick covered lips and told her to find some cock! She grinned & giggled and said yes dear. It was later that night when she told me this story while I ate her cum filled freshly fucked pussy.
She and her girl friend arrived at the bar a little late because they were waiting on other friends that ended up not coming, so it was just her and one girl friend who was single and pretty loose and immediately started working around the bar. Just after they got there Roxanne was sitting at the dark side of the L shaped bar at the short empty end of the bar just sipping her drink. The band was walking back and forth from the stage and right past her to get to the back gathering they’re things and getting ready. She was watching as the lead bass player was checking her out. She spun the bar stool around to make sure he got a good look at what she was wearing and what all she was exposing. She sat there as they started playing and evintualy made it to the dance floor right in front of him. Now when my wife dance’s it looks like she is fucking while dancing! So she teases him dancing with her skirt hiking up exposing her stocking tops, garterbelt and now the bottom of her ass cheeks and of course her nipples might as well be right out there cause the blouse is see through lace and it is as close to wearing nothing as you can get, along with the fact she has very large erect nipples. And then to top all because of the black lights they have in this bar she is glowing from being in white everything, LOL. So it is almost like she is dancing for him because they do not hardly take they’re eye’s off each other. When the band stops to take a break she goes back to her lonely dark end of the bar and within minutes he is asking her if he can buy her a drink and of course she says yes and they start talking. He noticed her wedding rings and said your married I see but out at the bar alone and sexy as hell? Roxanne replys yes but I like to play also and my hubby encourages it. Next thing she knows he is asking about her stockings and slowly starts caressing her theigh looking her in the eyes and she tells him that she loves the way they feel and that stockings with the garterbelt just means that a man can fuck her and leave it all on so he can enjoy it too! He then leans forward and starts deeply and passionately kissing her while slowly caressing her stocking tops and theighs going from her stockings to her bare skin. He then sips his drink starring at her and tells her he likes her blouse also. She then says that she loves dressing sluty and teasing men and that the bra is easy accessable also so a guy can suck her nipples and leave the bra on.He then says to her so what your saying is that your all around easily accessable? Roxanne answers simply “very”.
Well then he had to go back and play some more and she followed and assumed her position in front of him dancing moreless for him very sexual, sentual and starring right at him the entire time. When they get another break Roxanne goes back to her lonely barstool as he quickly arrived right behind her and sat in the barstool next to her and immediately started caressing her stockings again. She openly invites him by spreading her legs open a little more. They sat there talking a bit and he orders another drink and this time stays standing up rubbing all up against her. He starts kissing her again and slowly starts going further up her skirt until he finally reaches her pussy and realized she was wearing no panties and was clean shaven bald. When this happens he moans out into her mouth as they’re tongues dance in each others mouth and he takes his other hand and starts pinching her nipples through her shirt and then went for it by plunging his fingers deep inside her pussy. She let him know she was enjoying this by moaning in his mouth and spreading her legs wide. She then started rubbing his very hard cock through his pants, this is when she realized he had a huge cock. This went on for two to three minutes as he stopped and said he had to use the rest room. She then sat alone at the bar swiveling back and forth on her barstool looking at the bar tender and how busy he was.
Now with that said she feels him wrap his arms around her waiste as he starts kissing her neck slowly and exploring her theighs to her nipples. Then with out even saying anything and he is standing behind her sitting on the barstool facing the bar he reaches up and un buttons her blouse completely exposing her breast in the now glowing white lace shelf bra with my rock hard nipples showing. He then spins her barstool around facing him and he has his huge hard cock out of his pants and lays it on the barstool with his cock head just touching her clit. Roxanne grabs his cock,slides to the edge of the barstool, grabs the back of his head to shove his face in her breast and then pulls his cock deep inside her pussy as she lets out a muffled moan of extacy. They stay there slowly and deeply grinding each other fucking while he goes back and forth from kissing her passionately and bitting & sucking her nipples. Not long after they started she told him she was going to cum all over his cock and that she wanted to feel his cock throbbing shooting his cum deep inside her. And that did it as she moaned she was cumming all over his cock and he shot his hot load of cum deep inside her. Both of them were moaning loudly while they were cumming to each other at the same time. At this point it was making her cum harder knowing people were around and possably knowing what she was doing. They then exchanged numbers and she came home with they’re cum dripping out of her pussy and soaking her theigh high stocking tops. When she got home she told me all about it in detail with excitement as I licked up they’re cum juices from her stcocking tops theigh and pussy. I then fucked her in her stretched out worn pussy while she expressed to me how exciting it was and how big and great he was. And with out saying I did’nt last long before I was cumming all over her face and in her mouth. Then I made her lay there all night dressed up, used and with cum all over her. She ended up calling him the very next day and I dropped her off to meet him and she was dressed about the same way only red heels and a red mini dress and he took her out to dinner showing her sluty dressed ass off to everyone in public before they went and fucked and sucked for four hours before he dropped her off used again!

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Bena Adventures 1 – The Slut in the mall

My girlfriend Bena is very submissive and always horny. She is a little slut from Romania. She is 25, brown haired, brown tanned and has a very sexy slim body with a great ass. We are together for 2 years now and had several extreme hot sexual expiriences together. Including this adventure in the mall.

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revelation

This happened over 20 years ago in the small town of Ellsworth, Kansas. But, some preliminary information is needed. While I attended Ellsworth High School, I became attracted to a fellow classmate named Karen J. I asked her out a couple of times but nothing happened. So I figured what the hell, and we became good friends. After graduation I went in the USMC, and she went to Kansas University. While in KU she fell in love and got married to another guy. And I had no hard feelings for that. The hard feelings was with her mother. While on leave I would run from the town of Kanopolis, Ks to Ellsworth, Ks a distance of 5 miles. Well I was on a run one day and I was on the way back to Kanopolis and this VW bug came up along side of me. At first I didn’t think anything about it untill the bug stopped. It was Karens mother, now I didn’t care for her and she didn’t like me too much either. But she said that since it was hot she would drive me home so I wouldn’t get heat stroke or something. Since I figured 7 miles was enough for one day I said sure and got in. Well instead of heading to Kanopolis she turned the car around and said she had to get something first. “No problem” I said. Now Mrs. J. was what you would call handsome, not beautiful and not butt ugly either. Tits sagging with age and a butt that was a little too wide. But, other than that she wasn’t too bad. While going back to her house she talked about Karen and her new husband, and asked if I was getting married soon also. I said no that I wasn’t even dating at the moment. At this time she reached over and started stroking my leg. No being an former Marine I was known for fucking anything that didn’t move fast enough. But this was very strange, after all while I was in high school this woman hated my guts, and went out of her way to keep me and Karen apart.
So, I made some stupid remark about this being a realife “graduate” thing, and she just smile and reached up and squeezed my cock. I almost turned a hard to bug into a convertable. I was wondering what this woman was up to. She said not to worry but she had heard stories about my endowement and wanted to see for herself. Now I’m not shy to say that I’m alost 11″ hard. And since i haven’t had sex in over a month I thought “what the hell” So we went inside and this woman was nuts, she grabed me and slamed me up against the wall and started kissing me. Forcing her tongue in my mouth. She might not be the best looking but she was hot. She was pushing my shirt up and my running shorts down. And when she got to my cock she just sat back and looked suprised. “I can’t believe it, the stories are true. Your bigger than Bob”. No I was shocked by this because Bob was Karen’s husband. I was about to ask her how she knew but she took my cock all the way into her throat. Somehow when a woman deep throats me I find it hard to speak. LOL. So I just stood there and let her do her wonders on my cock. This woman was great. Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth got me harder than I have been in a long time. I told her that if she kept this up I would cum in her mouth. Well she just kept on going, so the only thing left to do was to grab the back of her throat and start throat fucking her. This just got her going even more and more. I started to have the feeling of an approaching cum and I held her face against my groin and shot a load down her throat. Well this bitch just sucked it down like a true champ. I thought I was done but she grabed me and led me to her bedroom where she pushed me on the bed and started sucking me again. This got me hard again for round two.
Once I was hard she mounted me and went for one hell of a ride. “God, damn your huge, my husband isn’t as big as you are” But like a true champ she just kept on fucking and fucking. After a while she said she was getting tired and roled off of me. I got between her legs and started fucking her again, after a while she grabed my back and came all over me gushing her juices and making a nice mess. this sent me over the edge and I shot my second load. We laid there for a few minutes and she said that there was one more place I was needed. I gave a stupid look and said “Where is that Mrs. J.”. She laughed at me and said “My ass you silly stud”. She fondled my cock to get it hard and rolled on all fours. Now with all the cum she had done there was now need for lubrication. So I just pushed my cock up her ass, at first it was hard going untill she started to relax and my cock slid in. I started to thrust into her ass going faster and harder each time. This bitch went wild, screaming out my name. Telling me to fuck her harder and harder. And like a good Marine I obeyed every comand. I was just about ready to cum when she screamed for me to call her mother. I stopped and wondered what the fuck. I pulled out of her ass and stood up. She rolled over and pleaded with me to finish her off. I looked at her and asked her what she was talking about. She just laughed and said “Didn’t you ever wondered why I was so against you dateing Karen”.
I just looked dumb founded, I had no idea what she was talking about.
She continued, ” before your father married your mother, we had an afair. I was going to divorce my husband but your dad married your mother. But he gave me Karen, thats right Karen is your half sister.”
“you lieing bitch,”
“But that’s not all Diana is your half sister too, at least you fuck as good as your old man” I just left her siting ther laughing this sick laugh, got dressed and left. Before today I never told any one.

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My First Mate

This is the first time I am writing this story. This happened to me when I was in college. Please share your comments and let me know what you like me to write next.