A day in Edinburgh
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My Horrible Dogging Experience, In Edinburgh. free porn video
Do I think sex in the beginning was better then, than the sex I do now in my late twenties?
Now I am talking about from a female perspective, a receiver, rather than a giver. I always think of a man’s cock as a giver, therefore the aggressor, and a woman, should always be the receiver, and she should never say ‘No’.
Now before you think that last statement outrageous, just ask yourself this, have you ever walked up to a beautiful woman and said, ‘I want to fuck you’?
I bet none of you have, so when I say women should always say ‘Yes’, to a request, the chances of it happening, are very very slim.
I was cummed on in my local swimming baths as a girl of seven, by an old man who had been watching me press against one of the jets at the side of the pool. He watched me in my ignorance, pull my bathing costume to the side, expose my kitty to, and blissfully enjoy the water pressure on my vagina.
Seven years later, my vagina was introduced to penetrative sex, yes I was fucking and enjoying physical pleasures of feeling a man inside me, and if I am really honest, one man was not enough, I needed sex a lot.
I don’t consider myself an emotional girl, the clingy lovey dovey type, I prefer the slightly rougher shagging, the dare me do sort of fuck, right down to the being held down and taken roughly.
I vividly recall a male friend of mine in college telling me that I had a distinct air of “sexual prey” about me, and me thinking that this was a huge compliment. Being dominated and playing the innocent who secretly wasn’t, had been my currency and had guided the sexual dynamic I forged with partners for the last 10 years. But only for the last few months had I allowed myself to entertain what I considered to be the final frontier — a simulated ****.
At work I would sit during a quiet moment, sip a coffee and look around at my male colleagues, and imagine them holding me down, ripping of my panties, and taking the turn with me, all of them leaving their sperm inside me, wanting me to have their baby and watching my stomach swell with their f***ed seed.
Being dominated like that made me squirm in my seat, my legs crossed and my thighs involuntarily squeezing my poor swollen clitoris, I was wanting to have an orgasm right there in the office in front of them, just to make them want me more and more.
Having a listing of email addresses, I would create a false account and communicate with certain male colleagues, the ones who were always sounding chauvinistic, leering at me, and making sexual innuendos, which was great for me, because I always acted like a proper little cow, even though I was getting of on their dirty innuendo.
I once took a photo of my open crotch in the staff toilets, still wearing my panties of course, then I emailed to those certain men and asked them who they wished it was, 5 out of 6 said me, which really made me wet, I was so fucking hot for sex that afternoon, I had to go home, for fear of jumping someone’s bones.
Even at home I checked into my false account, and saw some of the men were still talking about me, talk about getting off there and then, I was playing with myself when my husband came home three hours later. We had to go to bed and have a fuck before dinner, I was just insatiable and I think it frightened him to see the power I had during sex.
A few months later at work, I opened an email, and it was a photo of an erection, quite a nice erection, from an older colleague, I could tell by the length of his scrotum, and the message simply said, ‘Frida, this cock is close to you and desires to be inside you’, can you guess who I am, and do you want it’?
I left it there on my computer and in the back of my mind, and the more I dwelt on it the more I wanted to play with it, so the following morning, I replied, thank you for being brave enough to yourself to me, you have a very nice looking cock, perhaps a drink in Gregory’s after work tonight’.
Pressing the send key almost stopped my heart, as I tried hard to see his reaction and the excitement he might be feeling for such a response and a promised meeting, with a drink.
That night I sat in Gregory’s bar in one of the small alcoves and waited to see if he was brave enough to show his face, and cock.
I had been there almost two hours with a no show, and was about to get up when three colleagues walked in, all men in their late fifties. I had just got up and put my coat on when one of the called out to me and offered to buy me a drink, on top the two I had already consumed on my empty stomach.
We all squeezed back into the small cubical and I began to wonder if the cock photo was one of these three guys. The booze I was consuming was making me woozy.
‘Have you eaten yet’, to which I replied that I had not.
‘Well we have a table at the ‘Toby Carvery Lauriston Farm’, out by Silverknownes’, another of the men replied, ‘do you know it’, he continued?
‘I know of Silverknownes’, I replied a little slurred, my past exploits had led me there on a number of occasions, which I did not mention.
I knew I had to get home as my husband would be wondering where I was, and so I said as much. But they all laughed, and suggested I go with them for a meal and a bit of a laugh afterwards.
The thought of a good steak was enticing me, the thought of these three men stripping me naked on the golf course and taking turns with me, was even more appealing, I smiled at my dirty little thought, and squeezed my thighs, I just knew the gusset of my panties was soaked with nervous anticipation.
‘OK, I will come with you guys’, I said, relenting, why not, I used to go dogging around there, and never left unsatisfied.
I had another glass of wine and by the time we got into the car I was feeling very tipsy. I can remember setting off and listening to the men’s banter, and dozing, and suddenly feeling nice and warm.
I would awake in small fits and dozes to hear the men laughing, and realizing they had my skirt up and my legs were open, ‘Fucking hell, she is soaking’, someone said, and when I made a conscious effort, I suddenly realized it was very dark outside the car and I was being manhandled.
Apparently I had passed out and these three had gone for dinner, locking me in the car, and then they came back, ready for the fun they talked about, and they got into the car and set off down down to Marine Drive and had parked the car and were now heading into the wooded area, with me in tow.
I remember lying down on the grass, with all my clothes lying beside me, and feeling the men taking their turn with me, then they left, and I fell asl**p again.
When I came to again other men were taking their turn with me, I cold hear laughing and whispering, grunting and being turned over, like a sack of potatoes, and buggered.
Thankfully in the morning my clothes were still there, although my money was not. I had no clue as to how many men I had been with, but it could have been as many as 20, or more.
But women are built for that sort of sex as men don’t last long inside tight pussies, and mine was certainly full as was practically every part of my body and hair, it felt as if I had bathed in the stuff.
Sherry
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