“Come On Me” by drscar – MMFF

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Sometimes I wonder if other people have strange but ultimately harmless things that turn them on. I mean, we all have the things that we like to have done to us, things that get us hot. It seems for guys that pretty much all you have to do is look at them and they get rock hard.

For us girls, though, it’s not quite the same. I know, I know, it’s cliche to talk about the differences between boys and girls like that, but there are differences even among women. I like sex as much as the next girl (believe me, I do!), but what gets me completely and totally dripping wet is not what I think other girls find intense.

I have one girlfriend who loves to give blowjobs. From what I understand, although I get most of my testimony from her, she’s really good at it. She gets an oral fixation to suck some guy off and has been known to have it so overpowering that she’s grabbed some guy at a party that she’s not even been introduced to and drag him off into the bathroom to suck him off.

Dangerous? Yeah. Stupid? Quite possibly. But she tells me that maybe because it’s dangerous and stupid that she gets off on it so much. She says she can come just from sucking some strange guy off in the bathroom of a party, by feeling him pulse in her mouth.

I think my own fixation – if you can call it that – is probably her fault. I mean, I like sucking dick as much as the next girl (and in some cases next to her I am the next girl, but that’s a story for another time), but I’ve never been able to come that way. Every once in a while I feel an urge, a craving, to suck, but that’s not the first thing I think of.

I guess you could say I have a manual fixation. I mean, I love the feeling of a guy’s throbbing cock in my hands. I love feeling the veins pulse and the tissue swell with blood in the palm of my hand. Just thinking about a hard cock in my hands always gets me soaked.

It was all Jesse’s fault, of course. Her libido is off the charts. I mean, mine is pretty high to begin with but Jesse makes me look like a wait-until-marriage virgin.

She came up to me at a party with a sly grin on her face. The music was too loud, and the people were too drunk.

“What?” I asked, noticing the look on her face. She had a cat-got-the-canary look, and was mighty pleased with herself.

She giggled, and leaned in close. What should have been a whisper needed to be a scream to be heard over the noise. “I did it again!”

“Did what again?” I asked, confused. Up until that point in time she had only done the stranger-grab once, and it was a few months prior, so I honestly wasn’t expecting it.

“See that guy over there?” she said, and then pointed across the length of the house to a tall, blonde looking guy, slightly geeky but still cute.

“Yeah,” I shouted back.

“He just came in my mouth,” she said. Always the one for shock value, Jesse sure knew how to get to the point.

It worked. I was shocked. “What?” I shouted, my eyes wide in surprise. “He did what?”

She laughed so hard at my reaction she almost spilled her fresh beer. “I had, you know, a craving,” she said, one finger curved across her lips in a weak attempt to looking coy. “So I grabbed the nearest guy that I liked. He was it.”

“Who is he?” I shouted. She didn’t quite hear me. “What’s his name?” I clarified.

She shrugged. “Who the fuck knows?” and laughed. “C’mon, let’s go get a beer!”

As we went towards the backyard where the keg was, we passed her blonde victim. He didn’t seem too victimized, of course, and I think there probably would have been no shortage of volunteers for victimhood for Jesse’s talents. She was, after all, cute, short, with a big rack. She wasn’t skinny, but she oozed sexual confidence that guys like.

She was holding my arm as we went towards the keg, and I tossed out the rest of my beer, which had become flat anyway. As I reached for the nozzle of the keg, I noticed Jesse making a gesture and I looked at her. She started making sucking motions on her index finger, still pleased with herself. I nearly overfilled the cup.

“I can’t believe you,” I said, but I could believe her. In fact there was a part of me that was envious that she could be so brazen, and I couldn’t. My mind started filling up with the mental image of her grabbing the hand of the blonde boy and pulling the surprised guy off into the bathroom.

The rest of the night was a blur. Jesse continued to make comments and fill in some of the gaps for me, though my imagination ran away with the thought of it as I replayed the scene in my mind over and over again.

By the time I got home I was drenched. I could feel my thong cutting into my web pussy folds with each stride and I just had to get undressed. I was drunk, horny, and my fingers started their familiar dance around my clit and inside my pussy.

My mind placed me in Jesse’s story, grabbing the blonde guy by the hand and pulling him into the bathroom. Maybe it was because I was drunk, or maybe it’s because my mind just works in strange ways, but I kept switching between different parts of the story.

The part that seemed to excite me the most was not blowing the guy, but the first part, the part leading up to the sex. I kept going back to the very first part where I grab some surprised guy who’s never seen me before.

The vision cuts back to what I’m thinking I’m about to do as I lead him to the back. Taking him out, sucking on him, then cuts back to grabbing his hand again. My mind goes completely nonlinear until I’m sucking him, stroking him, fucking him, grabbing his hand for the first time and taking him back. It’s not making any sense but I’m loving it. It’s different types of sex all at the same time.

The visions settle into a pattern, though, and the anticipation of sex becomes the true turn-on in the fantasy. As I take his hand and lead him back, my fantasy pussy gets wetter with each step. I can almost feel his cock in my hand, unzipping him, pulling him out, watching it emerge from the top of his underwear. I replay this one image over and over in my mind as my fingers slide across my wet pussy lips.

I’ve got his cock in my hand, my other hand cupping his balls. I’m stroking him off, getting ready to put him in my mouth. Over and over again my mind’s eye replays me reaching into his underwear to take out his throbbing cock.

I’m stroking him, stroking him. I get on my knees and am about to put him in my mouth when my orgasm hits me. Hard. I practically scream and instinctively put my hand over my mouth. It’s my hand that’s covered in my own juices and I suck hard on my knuckles, licking the wetness from them like a woman possessed. It’s only after I start my descent from my orgasmic bliss that I am suddenly self-conscious and a little embarrassed, but the feeling passes quickly as an aftershock hits me.

Normally I don’t think about sex all that often, and when I went about my days during the week, going to work and doing my own thing, I didn’t really have time to dwell upon this latest fantasy. But about Wednesday, Jesse called me and told me about another party on Friday night. Suddenly I was kicked into overdrive, the fantasies coming unbidden. I didn’t get any more work done Wednesday afternoon because I was so distracted.

Wednesday and Thursday night as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep I couldn’t keep my hands out of my pussy. In some of the fantasies the guy even got to come, but the naughtiness of it, the wanton nature of the act, completely threw me into orgasmic overload. At least, that’s what I thought it was.

Friday came, and I wasn’t planning anything. I mean, I’m generally the low-key person, and really quite shy. My sex drive is probably a little higher than most women, if you go by some of the guys I’ve dated, but I’m definitely not an initiator. I like to be pursued.

Jesse came and picked me up at my place. “Wow,” she said. “You look hot!”

Her comment came as somewhat of a surprise. I hadn’t tried to do anything different. “What do you mean?” I asked, but feeling somewhat pleased by the compliment.

“Well, you’re wearing that miniskirt like I’ve told you to do. You’ve got great legs, honey. I’m glad you’re showing them off.”

I beamed. “Well, to be honest I didn’t even really think that much about it. I just put it on tonight,” I said, truthfully.

“Uh huh,” she said, not believing me.

She started talking about the clothes that she had decided not to wear, and my mind started to wander a little. Had I put on the miniskirt with some sort of subconscious desire to be more sexy? Did this mean something?

“… and I’m going to do that again,” Jesse was saying.

“I’m sorry,” I said, snapping back to the here and now. “Going to do what?”

“Nikki,” she said, a scolding tone in her voice. “What do you mean, ‘going to do what?’ I’m going to do what I did with that guy last time.”

She meant sucking his cock, and I knew that. “The same guy?” I asked. “What if he’s not there tonight?”

She shook her head. “Oh, no, not the same guy,” she said, matter-of-factly. “It’s not a good idea to do the same guy more than once. They’ll think you like them or something. All I want is his cock.”

She looked at me with a wicked smile. I laughed. “You’re so bad,” I said, grinning, but I was feeling envious too. My fantasies from earlier in the week started running in my head like a TV in the background.

“Well,” she said, her eyes turning back to the road. “I’ve had this wicked oral fixation for days now. It’s been driving me crazy!”

I knew what she meant, and almost told her that. I wasn’t ready to let her in on my little fantasy quite yet, so I didn’t say anything. She’s my best friend, though, so I knew at some point it was going to come out.

We arrived at the party and immediately went to grab something to drink. Jesse was driving, so she was using the beer more for show. A woman with a beer, she liked to say, was a sure way to attract a man.

“They think you’ve already got your defenses down,” she’d told me, conspiratorially. The spider and the fly.

Beer in hand, Jesse was already looking for her mark, and I was completely absorbed in my own fantasy. I was really regretting wearing the miniskirt because I knew that my pussy was sopping through my thong and it felt as if liquid was running down the inside of my thighs and that everyone could already tell.

What was worse, though, was that I couldn’t get the thought of taking some guy’s cock out of his pants out of my own head. It wasn’t making my situation any better.

Finally, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. “I’ll come with you,” Jesse said. This was usually the case, but I really wanted to take care of this on my own.

“No,” I said, holding out my hand to her and placing it on her arm. “It’s okay. I’ll only be a second. Let me know if you see anyone… interesting.” I gave her a quick squeeze and a smile and turned before she could say anything.

I tried to get to the bathroom as quickly as I could just so I could wipe, er, dry myself off. I finally got there and closed the door and locked it. The lock was broken, though, so I tried the best I could to make it look as if it were occupied.

The great thing about the miniskirt is that it provides incredibly easy access. I pulled up the hem and started wiping my thighs and pussy with a tissue, trying to dry it off. Unfortunately, as soon as the pressure of my fingers hit my pussy, I was electrified and I simply couldn’t stop myself.

The cotton fabric of my thong was completely soaked. I felt like a fountain with no off-valve. My fingers dove deep into my pussy and I felt them move inside me, the feeling so addictive I couldn’t stop.

But I had to. That door wasn’t locked. Anyone could…

The door swung open, and a guy walked in. He was looking down at the floor and didn’t see me until he had closed the door behind him and looked up. He was kind of cute, in a geeky sort of way, about average build. The kind of guy that would likely be your best friend, have a crush on you, do everything for you but that you’d never actually feel anything in return.

He was far more startled than I was. Completely flustered, he started trying to reach for the doorhandle behind him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off me and my treacherous masturbating hand.

“I.. I’m so…” he gulped. “Sorry,” he said quickly, and finally tried to respectfully take his eyes away from my lewd position.

Today’s your lucky day, I thought to myself. I took the two steps between us and closed the gap. I pulled his belt and brought him off balance as he took a jolted step forward.

“What…” he began, but I put a wet finger to his lips, shushing him.

I reached down again and started unbuckling his pants, sliding a hand down over his crotch to get him hard. He didn’t disappoint.

Apparently he had some more romantic, gentleman notion in his head. “What’s your name?” he began, but I put another finger to his lips and shook my head. I did not want him talking. That would ruin everything.

I started pushing my finger into his mouth and he got a clue. He started sucking on my finger with amazing expertise. It was a moment where he could have ruined the fantasy and everything could have gone south, but we’d now passed that moment and the rules had been set.

By the time I had him unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned, he was rock hard. The contours of his cock filled my palm so nicely through the jeans that I couldn’t wait to hold it.

My fingernails traced the top of the elastic of his underwear and he sucked sharply on my finger. Unfortunately, as much as I liked what he was doing, I needed both hands now.

I pulled the underwear away from his body, and reached in with my other hand, feeling carefully for his cockhead. I didn’t want to scrape him with my fingernails. I pulled him out and started stroking him. He was a nice size, average, but my small hands fit around him quite comfortably.

I looked down and saw him in my hands, and reached down to cup his balls – just like my fantasy. To my surprise they were smoothly shaven, and felt really nice against my fingertips. Normally the hair is a turnoff for me, so this was a genuine pleasant surprise.

His cock swelled in my hand, and I ran my thumb over the head which had already started leaking his pre-come. I spread it around the head which gave me just a little more lubrication, but to provide just a little more I reached between my own legs and dipped my fingers inside me.

His cock coated with fluid, both mine and his, made stroking him so much nicer for both of us. I pressed my body up to him, my thighs pressing against his. I aimed his cock at my sopping wet pussy and fucked him with my hands. He never actually was close to my pussy but the motion was unmistakable.

I started undulating my hips with each stroke of my hands, and his breathing took a dramatic turn. He was getting close and, remarkably, so was I. I wasn’t really touching myself, just moving my hips like I was fucking him, and pressing up against his body.

I had my hands around his cock and balls, squeezing, pulsing, stroking. I placed the head of his cock under my miniskirt for added effect, and it began pushing him over the edge.

“I… I…” he tried to say, but he was completely unable to get the words out. The sense of power over him was an aphrodisiac to me.

“Shhhhh,” I whispered softly, and kissed him. His hips started shaking and I felt his cock grow in my hands. I squeezed tighter and then the most amazing thing happened.

I could feel his come erupt through his cock.

But what really shocked me was my own reaction. He must have shot incredibly far, like some porn star. His cock was under my skirt so I couldn’t see what happened, but I could feel it. The first shot of his come hit my lower belly – right under the waistband of my skirt. A second shot almost immediately followed straight on my inner thigh. Both were searing hot. The last shot hit my thong patch over my pussy, right on my clit. I felt the impact and the warmth and felt a shudder run through me. My orgasm wasn’t the most powerful I’d ever had, but it was an orgasm, and I suddenly realized I was squeezing his cock very tight as I rode through it.

I released him, and kissed him again. He opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head. “Thank you,” I said. “Do me a favor and stand outside the door and make sure no one comes in while I clean up, ok?”

He just nodded, a very shocked look on his face. For a moment, the way he looked at me, I thought he may have believed he was in love.

As he closed the door behind him, I grabbed some tissues. The first thing I did, though, was dive my hand back to my pussy and rub it furiously.

The teaser orgasm had me primed and ready and my fingers found my folds in their familiar patterns. I came harder this time, more fulfilling as I replayed the moments of his come splashing across my pelvis. I replayed all the important bits in my head as I rode my fingers through a quick but wonderful release.

I cleaned up, washed my hands and opened the door. He was there, guarding it and I could tell he wanted to talk to me. I gave him a half smile and his shyness overcame him, and he said nothing. I quickly made my way past him and out of the house into the garden again.

It didn’t take long to find Jesse. She was in “prowl” mode, and her eyes had locked onto her next target.

“Goddamn, Nikki,” she said to me, though her eyes never left her prey. “You really oughtta try this.”

I giggled. “I just did,” I said.

She whirled to face me, her eyes wide with shock. “What?” Then her face relaxed as she thought I was kidding. “Oh, you had me going for a second.”

The grin creeping up on my face was giving me away. Once again, she did a 180. “Oh my god!” she squealed. “You did!?”

I nodded, then said, “Well, sort of. I jerked off some guy I never saw before in the bathroom.”

Her face was unreadable. “Oh, NIkki,” she said, pretending to be disappointed in me. “That’s not the same thing! You gotta feel him come in your mouth! It’s just not the same.”

I looked at her coyly, remembering the thrill I felt as his come raced through the veins of his cock in my hands. “It wasn’t that far off,” I offered.

She squealed again, and put her arm around me, kissing me on the cheek. “I knew there was a reason we were best friends,” she said, turning her attention back to her boy.

“Who is he?” I asked.

She shrugged. “No idea,” she said, as she put threw her beer out on the grass. “But I’m going to go find out.”

She left me and wandered over to the cute boy who, seeing her empty cup, promptly offered to escort her to the keg. They disappeared, and she later told me that she had blown him behind the bushes not ten feet away from the keg as other partiers refilled their cups.

The rest of the night I was mesmerized by the memory of my own boy, completely replaying the intoxicating feeling of his come splashing on my body. I’ve never been one for that – I’ve always shied away from things that were messy. But here I was, lying awake in my bed afterwards with my fingers stuffed deep inside my cunt, coming hard every time I imagined the hot come splashing on my belly, thigh, and clit.

Jesse and I became regular partigoers – even more than we had before. She started to get tired of the oral conquests and started trying to actually just find people to talk to. For my part, though, a monster had been unleashed. There were no shortage of men I could find. I didn’t let any of them fuck me, and even though I sucked some of them I always made sure that they came somewhere on me.

At first it was just on my hands. Their come would drip down my hands and cool off very quickly. Some of them would shoot a little farther and it would land on the inside of my arm. I was surprised at how sensitive that part of my body could be.

I was amazed at the differences between men, at how long some of them would take, and how quickly some of them were. The ones who only took a couple of minutes were my favorite. By the time I had allowed my libido to prompt me to do something about it I was ready for them to be finished already.

My outfits became skimpier, and I started aiming their cocks at my chest, my neck, and even my face. Their hot come landed on my cool skin and the burn electrified me. After they came, I made them finger me until I came too, becoming more insistent upon being pleasured as well. No one ever fucked me, though I confess some of the more well-endowed men tempted me. But if they fucked me then I couldn’t let my imagination run wild, which is what allowed me to come.

Then came the night that made me realize that my fantasies really could come true. Things that had gone on in my head, the dark places that no one ever shares, suddenly became real possibilities.

Jesse still had her moments when she would find a guy or two to blow at the parties. For my own participation, I had a record of jacking off four guys at a night, though not at the same time. I began to wonder what it would feel like to have all four of them at once, though. I began to think that I could come just by having a stream of men jack their cocks off onto my naked body.

My masturbatory fantasies grew wilder and wilder. They really took off when Jesse sent me an email one day with a link to one of those porn sample sites, where they have short ten-second movies. She had known about my handjob fascination for some time, and as a joke she sent me a link to five guys getting jacked off by a girl. They were standing around her, faces completely off camera, nothing but hard cocks being stroked, aimed at her naked body.

She may have meant it as a joke, but I was so turned on I set the final come shot clip on “loop” and frigged my pussy raw watching these guys come all over this girl. One shot landed on her forearm. That had happened to me before, and I could almost feel the burn. My pussy spasmed.

Another rope landed on her cheek. Another from the guy behind her hit her square on the top of the head, then shot onto her back. She held her mouth open like a target, but she didn’t look like she wanted it to really go onside. When the next rope came it landed on her lips, and she smiled.

Bang, bang, bang… She was covered! Sometimes the girls in these videos look surprised when the guys come (something that always confused me – why would you be surprised? How could you not know that was going to be the outcome?). This girl, though, was relishing every moment. Her hand whizzed between her legs as each guy unloaded onto her. Hot come dripped off her face onto her breasts, and a drip of come started to form off of a nipple.

She raised a hand to start rubbing it all onto her chest when the clip ended, and then started again. Clean girl, come on the forearm, come on the back, come on the lips…

I saved the video. Feeling embarrassed, even though no one ever would see this except for me, I created a special folder deep inside several other folders and placed it there. Over the next week I pulled it out every night and masturbated, imagining I was the girl. I wanted to be that girl. I craved to be that girl.

I was still concerned about my reputation, of course. Jesse had always found parties where we didn’t know too many people, because neither one of us wanted to be considered sluts. Of course, we were, but we didn’t want people to say that we were! I had no idea how I’d get my fantasy fulfilled.

I started thinking about going to sex clubs, or even joining a swingers site. I began thinking about whether or not Jesse could figure something out, since she seemed to always have all the angles covered. Plus, I trusted her.

As it turns out, I didn’t have to actually do anything special. For all of my planning, it turned out that sometimes things just happen without needing to force them.

As I got ready for the next party at Jesse’s house a few weekends later, Jesse came up behind me. “Damn,” she said. “You look sexy. If I were a guy I’d beg for you to hold my cock.”

I laughed. “If I were a guy, I’d beg for you to suck my cock.” She had painted her lips a dark red, “Harlot” it was called. Not for the first time, I actually did wish that I had a cock so I could watch them surround my hard flesh.

For fun, and for emphasis, I raised my finger to her harlot-red lips as I said this. Obligingly, she started sucking on my finger. To my surprise, my pussy began to quiver. She was damn good.

“And I’d do it, too,” she said, letting my finger draw away from her mouth. I could see a slight redness where the lipstick had come off. She turned away to go finish getting ready and I had a wicked thought come over me, and I put the same finger in my own mouth.

The night was sexually charged from that moment on. From the moment we got there I was on the hunt, looking for the right specimen. The crowd didn’t disappoint, as Jesse usually picked parties where there were a lot of really good looking people. I don’t know how she did it.

I found my first target of the evening. He was standing against the wall just watching the crowd with a bemused look on his face. I sauntered up to him, oblivious to the fact that Jesse was watching him at the same time.

The small talk was dull, boring. I don’t even remember what talked about. Driving tests, I think.

I took him into a back room and we started kissing. I pressed my thighs up against him and I felt his cock respond, pressing straight into my mound. I humped his cock for a little while and then dropped my hands to his belt buckle.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he asked, surprised at my forwardness.

“Why bother,” I replied, “when I know what I want?”

“And what do you want,” he said with a smirk, his cock lurching free from his underwear and into my hands.

“I want,” I moaned, as I felt the heft and girth of his wonderful monster in my hands, “I want you to come all over my face and tits.”

A funny look came over his face. “Damn,” he said, throatily. “I was hoping you wanted me in your mouth.”

“No she doesn’t,” came a voice from behind us. Jesse stepped closer to us. “I want to put you in my mouth. She wants you to come over her face and tits. Think you can handle both of us, sport?”

I was so stunned I couldn’t even manage a smart comeback to the way she called him “sport.” For his part, all he could do was nod dumbly.

Jesse came over and looked down at his monster cock in my hands. She looked at me and smiled. “Looks like you have a cock to fuck my mouth with, sweetie.”

The ramifications of what she was suggesting came to life in my pussy. I felt my stomach jump into my throat and I smiled back.

Jesse got to her knees, and opened her mouth. Her painted lips opened to reveal a wet, waiting and willing tongue. I angled his cock (what was his name again?) towards her mouth, and the head slipped just inside. She closed her lips around his cock and I saw his knees buckle slightly. She must have been phenomenal. A crazy thought flashed through my head: maybe she’d teach me someday.

I still had both hands wrapped around his cock and feeding him into Jesse’s waiting throat. As I pumped him into her mouth, my fingers came up to her soft lips. The difference between his hot, throbbing cock and the softness of her lips excited me.

The way I was standing made it difficult on my wrists, so I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug, but bringing my hands down to stroke his balls with my left hand and his cock shaft with my right, still feeding him into her mouth.

Jesse was truly amazing, though. I peeked around this guy’s body and watched her take him in effortlessly. Her full lips must have been made for doing this. From my vantage point it wasn’t difficult to imagine it was me fucking her mouth with ‘my’ cock.

Looking for some release, I started pressing my pussy into this guy’s ass and found that between my hands in front and my pelvis in back, I had complete control over his cock sliding in and out of Jesse’s mouth. I pulled back with my hands and allowed him to remove his cock from her mouth, and was delighted to feel him offer no resistance. He was playing along and willing to let whatever these two hot and horny sluts wanted to do with him. Good boy.

He wrapped his arms behind him and started groping my back. It was awkward and futile, but it did give me a better ability to see. I took my left hand from his balls and put it on top of Jesse’s head. She moaned in assent and I started pushing my hips forward, driving my cock deep into her throat. I watched his cock disappear completely, and lost my cool.

I gripped her hair in my left hand and started fucking my pelvis backwards and forwards, bobbing her head on his cock as if it were my own. I could feel the building pressure between my legs with each thrust. I knew I couldn’t come this way but controlling both Jesse and this guy was all the aphrodisiac I needed.

Jesse had her own hand whisking away at her pussy and was practically screaming around this guy’s cock. His thighs started to flex and his hips bucked involuntarily; my experience giving guys hand jobs told me that he was aiming to find the right rhythm to let his orgasm fly. I wished I had an extra hand so that I could continue to squeeze his balls and milk him in tandem with my other hand sliding up his shaft.

Pulling Jesse’s hair I managed to make her deep throat his cock all the way until my fingers were pressed against her lips at the base. I could feel her sucking motion, and wasn’t sure if she was trying to get my fingers inside her mouth at the same time. She seemed completely lost in her horniness. I pulled her head away and then made him deep throat him again. His body quivered and his hands pulled me against his back in a desperate attempt to sandwich himself between us.

“I’m gonna…” was all he had a chance to say. I pulled Jesse’s head off his cock until her open mouth was resting at the tip and I started stroking him with my hand. Jesse had had her fun now it was my turn.

I love the feeling of a man’s come shooting through his shaft as my fingers squeeze him, and I knew that the tighter I squeezed the farther he would shoot. Suddenly I wanted to see this guy rocket his load all over my friend’s face. I had started off by wanting him to come over my face and tits, but now I wanted to see Jesse covered instead.

Holding her head steady in place, I whacked this guy off aiming at her face. She held her mouth open, unable to move any closer. I knew she wanted to suck it out of him, but I wanted her slightly frustrated. I had other plans for her.

I watched her place both hands on this guy’s thighs, and clenched her eyes tight and screamed around his cockhead. I could feel the heavy breathing through her nose against my hands, wet with her saliva as they were. She had told me before that she could come just by having a guy in her mouth, but I guess I never really quite believed her. Now, though, I saw it with my own two eyes (and felt the sharp breathing against my hands as she tried to control her breathing with a cock in her mouth).

Jesse’s mouth must have done something that sent him over the edge. The guy’s knees grew weak and he started bucking his hips as if to try to launch his come out of his body. His entire frame flexed and released in syncopated spasms. Suddenly he relaxed until he was almost limp.

And then he came. His body went rigid, more rigid than any other man I’d ever seen. I squeezed my hand around his cock and aimed for Jesse’s mouth. His come shot through his cock so hard I could feel under the skin beneath my fingers.

I had expected him to come hard and hoped he would come far, but even I was surprised by this stud’s distance. The first shot missed her mouth and instead roped above her face, a long trail landing across her lips, nose, forehead, and my fistful of her hair. The sight of Jesse’s face getting covered in come flashed me back to the porn site she had sent me. Watching it up close was so much better than the detached view of the video, though.

Feeling the texture against the back of my fist cleared up any disparity between my fantasies and the reality. The heat of his come shocked my pussy and I rammed him from behind trying to get some pressure there.

My aim adjusted, I fired his cock into her mouth for the second rope. Jesse actually sighed as it coated her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. She swallowed quickly and then opened her mouth for more. I pulled her head back onto his cock, impaling her throat with his spasming cock. She locked her lips and tongue around his shaft and held him there, and I was reminded of one of her lessons to me about sucking cock. “When a guy comes,” she had said, “just hold him in your mouth as deep as you can. It’s too sensitive to keep sucking him like before.”

Her expertise was classic; she could have given lessons. I quickly moved my hand from the top of her head to his balls, my right hand gripping the base of his cock as I pushed my pussy into his ass. Holding him steady from the back, and with Jesse’s mouth locked in from the front, he finished his spasming, emptying himself completely. I glanced up to see his head rocked back and him staring at the ceiling, his breathing slowly calming from the ragged, jerked syncopation from before.

As he relaxed Jesse released him from her mouth and licked her lips. She still had the streak of come from her nose up into her hair, but she didn’t bother to wipe it off. I moved around the guy, who was too spent to resist. He just stood next to us as I stepped in front of Jesse’s kneeling form. I put my hand back through her hair, feeling his come mix in with my fingers. With my free hand I lifted my miniskirt.

“Eat me,” I said. I wanted to watch Jesse’s face as she ate me out. This was a new thing for me, but I had gotten to that point where I would have humped a doorknob just to get some release. Jesse’s beautiful, sexy face belonged between my legs, looking up at me, and I wanted to come, dammit!

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth attacked my pussy with vigor – no time for preliminaries. I was soaked and needed to come. She was my best friend and knew me well enough to know that she needed to go for the kill.

When her tongue caressed my clit I knew I was not her first. If she was half as good with sucking cock as she was at lapping me up, it’s no wonder that guy lost it so quickly. I realized that I could easily become addicted to Jesse’s mouth and tongue.

I watched her face, her eyes closing from time to time and looking directly into my eyes at others. I felt her finger slide inside of my pussy and start a beckoning motion, sliding across my g-spot. Her soft lips, soft cheeks, her feminine hands – all felt so different than a man. I’ve had men who were good, but Jesse was different. The texture, the feeling was all soft.

I was a new woman. The lust inside of me had changed me. I looked down at Jesse between my legs and suddenly felt a surge of power, of control. Before, Jesse had been the dominant one, the one in control. I had been the shy sidekick, the follower.

In one swift moment I realized how things had changed on this night. I had controlled this guy, and I had controlled Jesse. I had fucked her mouth with his cock, and I was fucking her mouth with my pussy now. The realization supercharged me.

I gripped her hair tighter in my hand and spread my pussy open wider with my other one. She had easier access to my clit now, and found it with talent. She looked at me and I could see a different look in her eyes. At first she seemed curious about the change in me, but now she seemed to be accepting her new role.

I wanted to exploit this new-found power. “You liked him coming on your face, didn’t you?” I said, a rhetorical question but my tone demanded an answer.

She could only “mm-hmm” her assent. “And now I’m going to come on your face too,” I said. She mumbled again.

She closed her eyes again, but I gripped her tighter and pulled her into my pussy to get her attention. “Keep your eyes open,” I said. “I want you to watch me come.”

With that she sucked hard on my clit and the orgasm came violently. It felt for all the world as if she was sucking my climax out of me. I rode her face viciously, my pussy smearing across her lips and tongue. Vaguely I was aware of a scream that I only peripherally knew was my own.

I looked between my legs to watch her wide eyes staring back at me, her tongue never stopping it’s magic. Her fingers inside my body continued their beckoning motion, as if she were calling my orgasm to her. It came, and came and came, answering her call.

As I came I saw Jesse’s eyes grow wide. She moved her hand out from inside me and suddenly I found both of her hands grabbing my ass. Never losing eye contact, she screamed into my pussy as her own orgasm hit her, exactly the same as she had come with the guy in her mouth. For a moment I was a bit worried because it looked as if she had shocked herself by coming, and I wasn’t sure that she was okay.

She never released me, though, and just held on until her own orgasm subsided. Eventually I felt her grip on my ass begin to relax and she pulled away, but I could still feel her deep breaths on my soaked pussy.

She didn’t say anything, just took in deep breaths as she tried to regain her composure. She looked at me in a different way than she had before – it was a look of surprise, respect, and more than a little admiration. It was a look that, for the first time in our relationship, she saw us as equals.

After that time with the guy, who we never saw again, our relationship changed. We had been best friends but now we were true partners in crime, sharing experiences and trying to out-do each other’s fantasies. In time our adventures grew more and more outlandish, more risky, and more incredibly hot. These stories deserve their own space, so I’ll leave them for another time.

For now, though, I felt completely empowered in my life and couldn’t wait to pursue this new side of me.

 


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“The Adult Book Store” by Sweetmeat – MMM

Adult bookstore sign.

This whole story came about because I am kind of a traveling salesman, I go from business to business hawking my company’s product but it is all done in my sales area, three counties in my home state. Every once in a while I would get the urge to stop in an adult bookstore to watch the dancers, but this one time I stopped in one of the adult bookstores, it was a gay book store with movie booths.

Now I was a bit curious as to how the men got it on with each other, so I figured what the hell and went into a booth and watched a movie. Actually I watched two movies, I have to tell you, I was turned on by watching one man go down on another and started visiting the store once a week.

Well this one day the booth I always used was occupied, so I used another one and after I put my money in the slot, I heard a noise. I looked around and to my surprise, there was a hard cock sticking through the wall and the thought hit me, I wonder what it feels like to touch another man’s cock.

I did one of those goofy things we all do from time to time, even though I was totally alone in the booth, I looked around and knowing I was really alone, I touched the cock. It felt so nice to my finger tips that I wrapped my whole hand around it and it felt so much better then holding my own. It was hard but had that soft outer covering and it excited me to be holding a cock other then my own, so I started stroking that sweet cock.

After a minute or two, I heard a voice telling me to suck it and ever since watching the gay porn, I had been wondering just what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth. I got on my knees; kissed the head of this hard cock, really liked how that felt, so I licked it, from the head all the way down to his balls and then back up to the head.

I heard the cock’s owner moan and buoyed by how nice it felt licking it, I took that sweet piece of meat into my mouth and I was really shocked at how much I liked having it in my mouth, it was so silky feeling in my mouth and yet so hard. I started sucking on it like I like mine sucked and it didn’t take long before it swelled up in my mouth.

I knew the cock’s owner was going to cum but I wasn’t prepared for how much cum was to shoot out of that magnificent beast. I couldn’t swallow fast enough and was not knowledgeable enough about sucking cock to hold the cum in my mouth and swallow at my leisure, so I choked a bit at first on his cum, but then managed to hold the rest in my mouth and swallowed it as I wanted.

My first taste of a man’s cum was amazing, it was very hot in my mouth and much to my delight, it had a bitter taste to it and I love bitter tasting things so I got hooked on a mans hot cum my first taste. I stayed in my kneeling position contemplating what had just happened and I heard the door open and close in the booth where my first cock was. Another cock came through the hole, it was a lot smaller then the one I had just lost my mouths virginity to, but looked very appealing, so I kissed it all over and could hear the owner moaning like he was in the booth with me.

I decided to take a little more time with this little beauty, so I began licking and kissing it all over, really enjoying myself and realized I had a hard-on. I took my cock out, started jerking off with my free hand and got this overwhelming urge to suck on the cock at my disposal, so I took his cock in my mouth and was so delighted I could fit his whole cock in my mouth while I sucked on it.

The more I sucked this sweet cock the hotter I got and when I felt this wonderful piece of meat in my mouth swell up, I shot my load and the cock in my mouth exploded, filling my mouth with that wonderful tasting man cream. Here I was on my knees, cock in hand and a mouthful of hot tasty cum that I was rolling around in my mouth and swallowing very slowly and I was very happy with myself.

I knelt there for a few more minutes but no more cocks were forthcoming, so I left, but I knew I would be back. I made that place a regular stop, every Thursday and I guess word got out, because after a few weeks I was sucking at least ten or more cocks every visit and sometimes money would be pushed through the glory hole and a lot of phone numbers. After doing this for a few months, I got an invitation to a party put through the hole and a voice that told me I should really consider attending this party as it would probably help my sales output with the contacts I would make.

The address was in one of those very upscale communities and I was curious as to what a party of gays would be like, so I made up a staff meeting story for my wife and went to the party. It was in a mansion, valet parking, escort into the house, name announced and when they announced my name the man behind the voice in the booth came over and welcomed me. It was all men about forty or fifty and he took me around introducing me to everybody and telling them I was the man he had talked about. I was a little uneasy about that until one of the men inquired as to what I sold and after I told him, he gave me a business card and said to come see him, he was sure we could do business and then I got a card from the rest of them.

I had a lot to drink, the booze was flowing like water, dinner was fantastic and then more booze and then one of the guys offered to show me the house, it was his house and I felt that I had to see it, just out of respect. It was a big house, huge kitchen, library, game room, movie room and other rooms all on the first floor, then we went upstairs and the first room he took me into he said was the playroom, it had a bed, a kind of table with what looked like hand and leg cuffs, a padded half round thing that also had leg and hand cuffs and some very comfortable looking chairs.

Now I was feeling no pain at this point and when he dropped his pants it didn’t quite register what had happened and when he told me he heard I was the best cocksucker in the state, I just smiled. He took hold of my shoulders and pushed me onto my knees and staring me in the face was his rock hard cock, so I did what had now become a natural act for me, I took it in my mouth and gave him the best blow job that I knew how. My cock was hard, my mouth was in heaven and when somebody started undressing me, I let them.

Just about the same time I was naked, the cock in my mouth exploded and filled my mouth with a really sweet cream, a lot sweeter then any other cock I had tasted to that point. By now the room was full of the other guests and they all seemed to be naked and I remember thinking how nice these guys were, getting naked because I was. I was led over to the half round thing, bent over it and my legs were spread wide apart, my ankles were shackled and the same thing happened to my arms. I was now laying there with my naked ass in the air for everybody to see and I started to protest but I felt something warm being rubbed into my asshole.

It was a strange but nice feeling, so I didn’t say anything and then I heard somebody say, “He is as ready as he ever will be, let’s proceed.” I felt something hard being pressed against my asshole. I was so out of it that I didn’t even move as my asshole got penetrated by it’s first cock and as I found out later, the smallest cock present was being used for my first asshole fuck as they were being very considerate of me and were not going to fuck my ass with any cock bigger then five inches my first time and the bigger cocks would have to wait until I was well broken in before they could fuck me.

I was surprised at how nice it felt having this cock penetrate my virgin ass and when it was all the way in me, my ass was slapped and I was told to move my ass, so I did. I liked the feeling of being fucked up the ass and I started asking for it harder. I could hear a lot of mummers of approval and then a big cock was put in my mouth, so I started sucking it.

Even in the alcoholic state I was in, I was really enjoying have both my mouth and asshole used and I was trying to move my ass while sucking the big cock. I felt the cock in my ass growing and when he shot his load up my ass, it excited me so much; I came all over the thing I was bent over. There was the sound of applause but I couldn’t focus on it as the dick in my mouth went off like a cannon, and this man came like a horse, so much I couldn’t contain it all and it was dripping out of my mouth.

The cock in my ass was pulled out and replaced by another one, the prick in my mouth was also replaced and it didn’t take long before my ass and mouth were cum filled again. Every prick in the place fucked my ass that night, my ass was so well used that by the time the few big cocks got to me, my ass was totally ready for them and other then a moments discomfort, I took them like an old whore and the guy who came like a horse, he filled my ass with so much cum, it ran out like a river when he came. I also sucked every cock in the house at least once, but I think more like twice and my stomach held so much cum, it was bit bloated.

They kept feeding me drinks along the way and at some point I passed out, only to be woken by my wife shaking me. I was in my car, balls ass naked, she was holding what turned out to be pictures of me being used like a woman and a letter saying that for me to use my business cards and the next party would be in a month.

My wife helped me inside, put me in the tub and made me tell her everything I remembered, including how it all came about and how it felt to suck a cock and take one up the ass. I did manage to get up for work and I thought what the hell, let’s see what happens with the business cards, so I went to the first cards business. I didn’t see him but they had an order ready for me that was the biggest order of my career and so did all the other ones when I went to see them.

My wife and I were rolling in money now; my boss couldn’t believe it as most of these companies wouldn’t do business with us before. My wife really surprised me at how well she took what happened, I thought for sure with those pictures, we were headed for divorce court, but she adopted a different attitude. She bought a strap-on and told me if I was going to be somebody’s bitch, it was hers and she fucks me in my ass at least twice a week and she supervises my visits to the adult store.

My wife wants to make sure the cocks I suck are clean and disease free and I have a following, about ten or twelve of the same guys show up every week and she takes me to the monthly fuck my ass and mouth fests, she drops me off naked and they bring me home naked. She makes me wear women’s panties all the time now, she shaves my whole body and my once a month guys love that I’m shaved for them and now I have to go to gay bars, pick up a man, bring him home and let him use me like a woman so my wife can watch me be a woman and she has joined in and fucked me in the ass while I sucked our guests cock.

All in all, things are fantastic.


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“Tiffany’s Filling Experience” by Warthog – MMMF

Adjustable Wrench

The school bus pulled out of the church parking lot carrying a load of kids to summer camp. My eight year old son Jeff was on the bus. I now had a full week to myself. My husband John had been on a business trip for two weeks and was not expected back for another two. I missed him very much and was starting to miss Jeff.

I had been looking forward to the time alone. Now, I wasn’t sure it would be that much fun. I had planned to spend time with my best friend Judy. I wanted to check out a new maternity store at the mall and Judy said that she would tag along. I thought that afterward we could have lunch and maybe see a movie. The Saturday crowds at the mall made shopping a drag and we couldn’t find a suitable movie. We settled on a quick lunch then decided to try shopping on Monday.

The rest of the weekend went slowly. I watched a lot of TV and read a little. The two weeks without my husband was causing a hunger between my legs. I partially relieved myself by watching one of John’s porno films while fingering my starving pussy. The immediate tension was released with an orgasm. It was not the same, however,as a good old fashion screwing that my husband always gives me. I missed him more now.

Judy called Sunday afternoon to tell me that something came up and that she wouldn’t be able to go shopping on Monday. We rescheduled for Wednesday. Now I had two more days alone. I decided to make the best of it. Three weeks earlier, I had bought a mail-order dress pattern. I knew John would like the dress. It had a plunging neckline and the skirt was very short. The pattern called for a form fitting material that would show off my figure. I originally planned to make the dress after the baby was born, but now that I had time on my hands I decided to make the dress. I couldn’t wait for John to see me in the dress once I had regained my figure. I decided to go to the sewing center first thing in the morning. I fell asleep after another session of finger play. My sexual frustrations were growing.

The next morning I showered and dressed casually. It was a warm July morning. The kind that makes you wish you weren’t seven months pregnant. I figured it was going to be a scorcher before too long. I drove to the sewing center with the windows down. The breeze felt good, but it made a mess of my hair. I pulled into the nearly full parking lot and finally found a spot just a few doors down from the sewing store. I made an attempt to straighten my hair in the rear view mirror. I finally gave up and got out of the car.

I was parked next to an automotive repair shop that specialized in oil changes. It reminded me that John had ask me to have the oil changed in my car. I thought that I might as well take care of it while I was here so I entered the shop. At the counter a nice looking man ask if he could help me. I asked, “How long before I can get the oil changed in my car?” Sam replied (I looked at the patch on his shirt), “We can have it done in 45 minutes.” He smiled at me and I returned the smile and said, “Fine, here’s the key. Its the red Mustang.”

Still smiling, Sam asked, “Has anyone told you that you look like Pamela Anderson?” I felt the blood rush into my cheeks as I admitted, “Yes. A few people have told me that.” I added, “But, could you imagine me on the beach in a swimsuit looking like this?” I gestured to my swollen belly. Sam’s look became mischievous as he said, “I for one think that a women becomes more sexy when she’s pregnant.” My face must have been beet red at his forward comment.

Sam chuckled and said, “Mam, you can have a seat in the waiting room. I’ll let you know when your car is ready.” I regained my composure and offered, “That’s OK. I’ll use the time to run down to the sewing store.” “Ohh,” Sam said. He added, “Making something for the baby?”I saw my chance to get back at Sam. “No,” I replied evenly, “Its something for Daddy, a low cut tight mini-dress for me.” It was Sam’s turn to blush.

I smiled mischievously as I left the shop, Sam’s handsome red face on my mind. The rest of him wasn’t bad either, tall and muscular. My thoughts momentarily turned to my husband. I missed him terribly. I resolved to attack him when he returned from his business trip.

My thoughts were interrupted by some hoots and whistles. I was passing in front of the garage next to the repair shop office. The mechanics had noticed me walking by and were rudely making their presence known. I turned to look at them with a ‘Go to Hell’ stare when I noticed how cute they were. My expression dissolved into a smile. I walked on overhearing their comments to each other, “Did you get an eyeful of those big knockers.” The other said, “I couldn’t get past her angel face and those big blue eyes.”

Their crude comments shocked me, but deep down I was flattered. I work hard to keep my 28 year old body in shape. I was a little puzzled that they didn’t notice my belly. I guess their view was blocked by the cars in the garage. I had not intentionally dressed to draw stares this morning. All I was wearing was a ribbed top with my overalls. I guess the outfit was sort of hot. Rather than long pant legs these overalls were cut short like short shorts with cuffs. Washing had made the material fit me snug. The bib usually covered my breasts. While pregnant, I had to loosen the shoulder straps. The bib now only covered the bottom half of my breasts. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin top.

Now I realize why my husband liked the overalls. He’s a dirty young man. He likes bragging about my figure. I caught him telling one of his buddies my measurements, 37C-23-35. I popped him on the shoulder for embarrassing me like that, but secretly I beamed because I know he’s proud of my figure. But now those numbers don’t apply. I have no idea what I measure now and don’t want to know. I do know that my breasts have swelled over a cup size since getting pregnant. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my top.

I walked into the sewing store with a bright smile. It felt good to be noticed. It also reminded me of how horny I was. I found exactly the material I was looking for. I knew I was going to look hot for John in this red skin tight mini-dress. I paid for the material and headed for the shop to get my car. As I approached the garage stalls I braced for the comments. I heard none. I confess I was a little disappointed. It seemed that no one was in the garage.

I walked on to the shop office and entered. I heard conversation coming from the waiting room. No one was at the counter. I was about to walk into the waiting room when I heard Sam’s voice. He said,”Boys, she is definitely pregnant.” Another said, “I guess we didn’t see all of her, but what we did see was beautiful.” A third said, “I’d like to see all of her naked and I don’t care if she’s pregnant.” Sam’s voice said, “Now lets not get carried away. She’s a married woman.” A new voice said, “Does she know about the free BBQ tonight for our customers?” Someone else said, “Maybe she’ll be there.” Sam said, “I’ll make sure she knows.”

Sam’s last statement was made as he walked out of the waiting room. He was startled to see me there. Judging by his reaction he knew that I had over- heard. He said, “I guess you heard.” I nodded with a smile. “Sorry about that, Mam,” he said, “the boys know a lovely lady when they see one.” I shifted my weight and found myself thrusting out my breasts as I said, “Please thank the Boys for me.” My car was ready and I paid Sam. As I was leaving Sam said, “We WOULD like to see you tonight for BBQ.” He added, “We do it for ALL the customers and it starts at six.” I knew his emphasis on “ALL” was an attempt to put me at ease. I said, “Well, thank you for the offer, but I’m afraid I can’t.” He said, “I assure you Mam that you would enjoy yourself.” I returned, “I’m sure I would, but, I just can’t.” His disappointment was obvious but he smiled and said, “If you change your mind Mam, we start serving at six.” I said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

My car was still in the stall. One of the mechanics came out of the office to get my car for me. Several others followed. I smiled at them as they passed by. The young man that got my car pulled it up next to me and held the door open. I chuckled inwardly as I caught him steeling glances at my breasts. I didn’t realize until I was seated that my nipples had grown and were making large points in my top. I thanked him for my car and then drove off before he noticed how red my face had become. All the comments from those cute mechanics had had an effect on me. I realized that my pussy was damp. I hurried home to take a cold shower. I was a happily married woman and I was loosing control.

After a shower and lunch I busied myself making the dress. I tried to suppress my horny urges without luck. Sewing the dress helped a little to forget Sam’s invitation. I kept wondering what that hunk had in mind. He said “I assure you that you would enjoy yourself.” Enjoy myself at a BBQ? Those cute mechanics and me? No, I was letting my mind run wild. It was for all the customers.

I finished the dress in just five hours. It was not that hard. I was tempted to try the dress on. I knew that I’d look silly with my pregnant belly. For some reason I really wanted to put it on. The material was flexible enough to fit my belly. What nagged me was the comment one of the mechanics made, “I don’t care if she’s pregnant.” Sam also made some comment about pregnant women being sexy. I always thought that having a fat belly was unattractive. I was beginning to wonder. That mechanic seemed to be interested in my body despite me being pregnant. I figured, “What the Hell.”

I tried the dress on and it fit perfectly. It hugged every inch of my body. The front flexed enough to be comfortable with my belly. The hem was set about half way between my knees and my waist. I was going to have to watch it if I bend over. My breasts looked like they might burst out of the material. The dress pushed them together showing very nice cleavage. I put on my 3 inch red pumps and pranced around in front of the mirror. From the rear my ass and legs looked great. You couldn’t tell that I was pregnant.

My profile showed the gentle curve of my belly. My firm milk filled breasts barely sagged at all without a bra. It occurred to me that I’ve seen women with plump tummies that didn’t look that much different from the way I looked right now. My bulge was a little higher. Another two months would be a different story, however. I was beginning to feel sexy with my pregnant body. The dress didn’t look silly. It looked hot. My nipples began to push against the stretchy fabric showing my arousal. I caught myself thinking about what those mechanics would think of me rather than what my husband would think.

I looked at the clock and it was six o’clock. I noticed that I was getting hungry. Was it hunger or was I looking for a reason to go to that damn auto shop. As I stood in front of the mirror the devil in me though about showing up at that shop dressed in this mini-dress. I bet their jaws would hit the floor when they saw me. I dismissed the idea quickly. I couldn’t go out in public dressed like I was. Women just didn’t wear a sexy outfit like this when they’re pregnant. People would think I was a tramp or something.

My curiosity continued to nag me. What would those handsome mechanics think of me in this dress? My excitement at the thought continued to grow. Finally, I decided that it wouldn’t hurt just to go have BBQ. I wouldn’t stay long. I was just so curious to see people’s reaction to a pregnant woman in a sexy dress. I had to finish getting ready. I bent over in front of the mirror to see if my breasts would fall out of the dress. The tight dress held. I turned around still bent over and noticed that my white panties were visible from behind. I needed to change my panties.

I looked for a red pair but remembered that I had thrown them out. I was reluctant to go out without panties but my sexy mood finally drove away my reluctance. I would have to avoid sitting down. My hair wasn’t in bad shape. I usually wore it long a strait. I teased it a little on top and sprayed it giving it a full look. I quickly put my makeup on, a little heavier than usual, and checked one last time in the mirror. I looked hot. This just might be fun. Watch out, teasing pregnant woman on the prowl.

I jumped into my car and headed for the auto shop. I pulled into the same parking spot I had earlier at exactly 6:30. There weren’t that many cars around. I got out and went inside. The activity seemed to be taking place in the waiting room. I walked in and was surprised to see a big screen TV against one wall. Quite a setup for a repair shop waiting room. Against another wall was a buffet setup with about twelve people standing around it. Half of the people were in shop uniforms. I recognized Sam and three of the other mechanics. I saw two couples and two other men. They must be customers. Not a big turn out. One of the boys saw me and his expression was priceless. He was speechless as his flailing arms tried to alert the others. I loved it.

Finally, others notice me and the conversations started. Sam came over and made a big show of how glad he was that I came. He tried to act nonchalant, but I could tell that I was getting to him. The bulge in his pants betrayed him. I was now convinced that when it comes to men, a hot looking woman is a hot looking woman regardless if she’s pregnant. Sam ushered me to the buffet and I made a plate for myself. Sam gestured to a table but I re- fused. I was mindful of my lack of undergarments. I didn’t want to start a riot, or didn’t I?

I began to wonder about my motivations. I realized I hadn’t thought about my husband or son in quite a while. Here I was, a married woman strutting myself in front of all these strangers. The thought gave me a tingle in my groin. My thoughts were interrupted by one of the mechanics. He commented, “Mam, I wanted to say how great it is to have such a beautiful woman come and eat with us.” His shy manner and corny line touched my heart, or was it somewhere further south. I thanked him and suggested he call me Tiffany. We continue to chat as we ate.

Others joined our conversation and finally I was introduced to all the guys. I even met the two men who were customers of the shop. The two couples seem to avoid me, no doubt at the urging of the wives. They both left after twenty minutes or so. I couldn’t think of leaving. I was having a ball with all the attention. Every one of the men were gentlemen. They wanted to know all about the baby. When was it due? What were the chosen names? One of the men was married and he talked about his experiences. He said jokingly, “I don’t remember my wife looking as good as you when she was pregnant.” We all laughed and I coyly thanked him for the complement.

I got up the nerve to ask if they thought my outfit was inappropriate for a pregnant woman. Everyone agreed that it was just fine. Not surprising since they were all men. As time passed I was becoming more and more aware of that fact. I could see that I was having an effect on them. It was exactly the effect that I had hoped for. Now, however, I was beginning to feel sorry for them. My teasing had gotten them worked up and I knew they were frustrated. The irony was that seeing all these horny frustrated men around me was making me more horny and frustrated.

I decided it was time to leave. I began to say my good-byes. Not surprisingly, none of the guys wanted me to leave. One said, “Its just such a pleasure looking at such a beautiful woman.” I smiled at his sweetness and thank him with a peck on the cheek. He blushed immediately and I noticed him squirming to contain his growing erection. I couldn’t believe the powerful effect I was having on these guys. It was threatening to make me lose my control.

Sam suggested that we put on the TV. He said, “Tiffany we have a nice selection of movies to put on the VCR.” I shook my head and gestured to the door. Before I could say anything Sam said, “Your choice. Come look at our tapes.” I thought it over and finally agreed. At least it might distract me from my hormones. Sam unlocked a cabinet and pulled open the door. It was filled with at least a hundred tapes. I walked over and looked at the titles. I noticed that some of the guys were whispering to each other and I wonder what was happening.

As I scanned the titles I noticed that about half of the tapes were triple X rated. I looked at Sam with reddening cheeks and gestured to the shelf of tapes. He knew what had caught my attention. He stuttered, “You don’t have to pick the adult stuff unless you want to.” His invitation was plain. That’s what he wanted. I gave him a smirk and returned my attention to the selections. I love porno movies. I was hot enough to consider pulling one out. I was becoming hotter by the second. I knew that with me in the room and a porno tape rolling these guys would likely get excited beyond control.

Clearly flustered, I asked Sam, “Where’s the ladies room?” Sam pointed the way and as I hurried away I said over my shoulder, “Put in whatever you want.” I heard groans as I left the room. Only then did I realize the double meaning. The guys were obviously hot and getting hotter. In the bathroom I began to shamelessly think about the possibilities. I was so horny that I began to think about cheating on my husband. I was pregnant with his child for God’s sake. My passion overwhelmed my brain. I looked at myself in the mirror. I squeezed my breasts, pushing them together causing my cleavage to grow. My blood was boiling. I rubbed at my crotch in frustration. I was beside myself.

I tried to calm myself down. I pulled the hem down to an acceptable level for public. I knew that if I didn’t control myself, the acceptable level would probably be higher. I couldn’t believe how I was thinking at that moment. A pregnant married woman thinking the way I was. I tried to concentrate on something besides sex. I began to think about the baby. Inevitably, I thought about the night it was conceived. It was one of the hottest nights my husband and I had ever had. We were both convinced that that was the night that knocked me up. I ended up with four loads of sperm in my pussy that night.

It was now with irony that I recalled what had inspired that evening. John and I had begun the evening at a BBQ thrown by my husband’s company. I wore a short denim skirt and a sleeveless denim top. The outfit pulled in the looks like a magnet. I got so horny that I insisted that John take me home and fuck my brains out. I was more worked up than I had ever been in my life. My nasty behavior that night inspired my husband to fuck me over and over for three and a half hours. He filled my pussy up so thoroughly that the spermacide that I had used was overwhelmed. Two weeks later I found out that I was prego.

It was no use. I just couldn’t get my mind off sex. I finally decided to slip out the door and go home before things got out of hand. I headed straight for the door and just as I reached it I heard the moans of a woman obviously having sex. I froze. Despite my convictions to leave, I found myself walking back to the waiting room. All twelve men were staring holes through the TV. I walked around to get a look at the screen and my eyes almost popped out of my head. A naked white woman was straddling a black man who was pumping a rather large cock into her pussy. As this was going on, she sucked on another large cock, this one white. I felt my pussy start to drip. Suddenly a third man moved up behind the woman a put his cock into her ass. She now had three cocks buried in her body.

I moved closer to the screen to get a better look. I could now feel the eyes shift from the TV to me as I moved into the room. The action on the TV was hot. These three men were pounding the shit out of this petite white woman. The man getting sucked started howling and pumped a thick load into the woman’s mouth. She swallowed most of it, however, some of it dripped on the sofa. After she had licked him clean, she scooped up the drops on the leather sofa with her fingers and licked them clean.

The third man was now showing signs of climax as he furiously pumped the girl’s ass. She was groaning loudly, now that her mouth was free of cock. This didn’t last long as man number three yanked out of her ass and walked over to her face. Without hesitation, she swallowed the soiled cock in time to take another load of goo. She finished by licking him clean. I had never seen a display like that. Sucking on a cock that had been buried in her ass. It seemed gross to me. Finally, the first stud grunted and thrust his cock deep into the woman and unloaded. She looked as though she were receiving an electrical shock.

After a few minutes, her orgasm subsided. She slid off the thick black shaft now spent of its load. It plopped out of her and fell on the man’s belly followed by globs of sperm. The liquid leaked out of the woman for a few moments and pooled on the man’s stomach. She got off the sofa and knelt down next to the man. She proceeded to lick his cock clean and finished by lapping the substantial pool of cum off his stomach. She smiled into the camera and said, “Cum tastes so good.”

I was brought back to reality by the groans of the assembled men. I could tell that the actress’s nastiness had turned them on. Most of the men were still looking at the TV. Some, however, were watching me for my reaction. I realized at that moment the heat on my face. I knew I was probably red from the blood pounding through my body. I suddenly realized that something was touching my waist. I looked down to see a pair of black hands gently holding me at the waist. I looked around to see the owner’s face as he said, “Are you all right, mam?” He quickly added, “You looked a little unsteady, there.”

I found myself leaning into the man slightly and realized that I had almost keeled over. If not for the fact that the black man was sitting there on a bar stool, I would have fallen flat on my back. I thanked him for catching my fall. Funny, I hadn’t noticed him when I entered the room. I suddenly became aware of something else, a huge lump pressing into the crack of my ass. I wondered how long I had been leaning against the man. As I started to pull away, the man said, “Stay here as long as you want, mam.” His smile and gentle manor were comforting. Before I could decide what to do, the TV sound caught my attention.

I looked at the screen and saw a different woman getting pounded by a cock in her pussy and another in her ass. She was screaming with pleasure. I momentarily forgot about the man behind me until I noticed that he was slowly grinding his bulge into my ass. I knew I should move away but I couldn’t. I loved the feeling of that big cock rubbing against me. As I watched the woman on TV, I found myself pushing my ass back against the thrusting black man. This had to stop. We were getting carried away. The rest of the guys were watching our act with increasing interest. It was making me hotter than hot.

I looked around to get a look at the monster teasing my bottom. The man was wearing loose fitting trousers and the bulge was damn near taking up all the slack. As I turned slightly to get a look at the man’s hidden tent pole, he slowly worked his zipper down. My heart started pounding and my chest began heaving. The man looked at me with a devious smile as he held his zipper. His unspoken question was, “Should I take it out?” I kept staring at his hand, unable to say anything. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t think straight. I knew that I should stop this act and get away, but something held me in place. The man took my silence as permission to continue.

Soon, I found myself looking at the largest cock that I had ever seen. I stared in awe at the beast. The man began rubbing his cock against the slick material of my dress. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the large piece of flesh rubbing against me. I wanted to touch it but I couldn’t bring myself to make such a bold move. Things were heating up on the TV, too. I turned back in time to see the woman having a thunderous orgasm on the two cocks fucking her. I found myself meeting the man’s thrusts as his cock rubbed against me.

The action on the TV continued at a hot pace. The theme of the movie seemed to be action with one woman and several men. The significance was not lost on me. I alternated my attention between the TV and the rock-hard cock rubbing against me. It must have been a foot long. I also noticed that most of the other men had their cocks out and the sight almost made me faint. I noticed another thing,as well. The black man rubbing me had moved his hands up my waist and was teasing the underside of my breasts. He seemed reluctant to cup them fully. I guessed that he was afraid that I might move away. The fact is I wanted him to squeeze my tits more than anything.

Slowly the black man eased his big hands around my tits and began to gently squeeze. I closed my eyes and took in the sensations of the hands on my tits and the cock rubbing my ass. I was in heaven. Suddenly, he removed his hands and I was crushed. I wanted those hands back on my tits, but he had another idea. My attention was drawn to the hem of my dress which had ridden up. His hands were now pulling on the hem, raising it slowly up my leg. Out of reflex I put my hands to the front of my dress to keep my pussy from being revealed. He continued raising my hem in the back until I felt the smooth skin of his cock on my bottom. He then pulled the hem back down, trapping his hard cock inside my dress.

The rubbing began again. His hands returned to my tits. Every eye in the room was trained on me. The crack of my ass was getting slick from the man’s pre-cum. I still couldn’t move away. I realized that moving away was the last thing I wanted to do. His stokes against my ass were getting longer. I felt another sticky wetness on my leg and I knew it was from me. My body knew what was happening yet my brain was in neutral. My body was making preparations and my brain was only now realizing, “The man is going to fuck me.”

At that very moment I felt the man’s cock stretching the opening of my pussy. As he slowly impaled me, I came, flooding his cock with my juices. Slowly he began to pump. I began to ride up and down on his black fuck stick. I was surprised that it fit. Then again, I was very wet. I felt his hands massage my breasts. I heard another man say, “Look at that, she’s really fucking him.” Another said, “I can’t believe that she’s letting him do that, with a bun in her oven.”

After my second orgasm the man said, “Let’s go sit on the couch.” I was disappointed when he pulled his cock out of me and I was eager to put it back where it belonged. The man sat on the couch and I quickly straddled him. Again he stretched my cock hungry pussy as I settled down on his pole. As I bottomed out, I leaned down to kiss the man whose cock was embedded in my pussy. I realized that the man was very ugly. The man’s face was badly scared from acne and a couple of cuts probably received in a knife fight. He was the type of man that would scare me under normal circumstances, but now I just wanted him to fuck me hard.

We were now drawing a crowd. The long anticipation was over. I had crossed a threshold. It was no longer a matter of whether I should be here with all these men. I no longer needed to worry about cheating on my husband. It was now a fact. I was so hot that I decided to completely let go. I invited the other men to join in. Quickly, a second man began to rub my tits as I pumped the black cock. The men avoided my belly at first. Later they stroked it A third man spit into his hand and used the lubricant to grease up my ass. He then pushed his cock into my asshole and began matching my strokes on cock number 1. I’ve never felt so full. I had a third orgasm that must have lasted for 20 seconds. When I finally opened my eyes, I notice the second man standing on the couch offering me his cock. I swallowed it immediately and began sucking hard.

I realized now that this fuck session was a live performance of what had happened on TV. I was being thoroughly fucked by three well-hung men. My orgasms were almost continuous. As in the TV version, the man in my mouth shot his load first. I’m proud to say that I didn’t miss a drop of his load. True to form the man in my ass started bucking and moaning. I wondered if he would feed me his cock like on TV.

Man number three answered my silent query by pulling out and moving to where man number two had stood a moment before. He wanted me to put my mouth on his cock that had just been buried in my ass. At that moment I wasn’t sure what to do. I looked at the big tool and noted the remnants of its journey into my bowels. Without thinking,I put my mouth over the thing. He pumped several strings of sperm down my throat and into my belly. I had to agree with the woman on TV. I liked the taste of cum. I also detected a musky taste. In my heightened state of lust, I paid no attention to the origin of the stuff. I simply licked off all that remained on the man’s cock.

The black man fucking my pussy was now ready to cum. He buried his cock into me and blew out his load. I could feel the pressure of the surge. It caused me to orgasm again. When he was done, I got off allowing the load to drip out just like on TV. I knelt down and cleaned the man’s cock and licked up the cum from his belly. When finished, I stood up and asked, “Whose next?”

Several men moved forward at once. I held up my hands and said, “I can’t do you all at once.” I pointed to the three closest guys and had the first sit down on the couch. I decided it was time to remove my dress. Man number 2 new what to do when I raised my arms. In one smooth move he grabbed the hem of my dress and raised it over my head. I blushed at the “Oohs” and “Ahhs”coming from the crowd of men. I was glad to see that the man on the couch had a nice large hard-on. I gave a couple of strokes to the cocks of the other two chosen studs. They responded nicely.

With three more hard cocks ready for my body, I proceeded to straddle the man on the couch. In no time he was pounding me pretty hard. It was great. I motioned for the other two to assume their positions. Soon, I was filled up with cock again. The guy in my pussy added to the already mind blowing stimulation by sucking on my nipples. I though that I might black out with the intense sensations. Through my fog I heard the man under me saying something. I removed the cock from my mouth and croaked, “Did you say something?” He repeated, “You taste great.”

I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. Suddenly, I noticed that the mans face had streaks of a milky liquid on it. Finally, it dawned on my sex overloaded mind that I was lactating all over the man sucking my breasts. His sucking and my super hot body must have triggered the response. Immediately, I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. While climaxing I demanded, “Suck my tits!” The man quickly did as he was told. I went back to sucking on the cock in front of me.

The sight of me feeding the man my milk must have been too much for the man in my mouth. I gave me a feeding of my own. I lapped up his milk enthusiastically. He stepped off the sofa and another man took his place. This went on and on as the guys filled me with their cum and then were replaced by another. I had numerous orgasms as my body was pounded. I should say that they fucked me good and hard, but they never got too rough. They were mindful of the baby that was growing in my womb.

After taking on all twelve men at least twice, I began to get tired. I suspect that some of the men wanted to fuck me again, but I was worn out. I thanked them for the wonderful time and got dressed. I did relent and gave each man a squirt of milk and kiss before I left. I drove home knowing that my sexual needs had been filled. I was almost sure that I would not require another cock until my husband returned home. Now I had to figure out what to tell him. I knew that what happened tonight would not be my last gang-bang. I was hooked!


Scalloped Embroidery Garter BeltSir Robert's Stories Home PageI love when a woman decides to dress sexy, flaunt her beautiful body and… see what happens. 😉 A nice dress and lingerie, maybe a lovely garter belt and thigh highs with a short skirt or even, as in the story… why not going commando?

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Photo: “Wrench” by Ivob in the public domain.