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1) Gillian's story "My Fucked-up Wedding"
As a girl I know the truth behind the reason why girls are as bad when it comes to sex, as the next guy is.
You guys know me, I tell the most outrageous encounters from a girls point of view, because in most cases, it's us girls who want to fuck and be fucked, ask any guy and I'm sure they will confirm, that the best sex they encountered, was because the girl asked them, or simply, jumped their bones when they least expected it.
**** is a touchy subject, especially when it happens with someone you know, and they in turn get scared, once the thrill of the sex union dies down, a point my mother laboured to me as a girl growing up, "Let them think you enjoyed it, ask to meet them again, do everything to put him or them at ease, then pounce once you are safe"
My only problem with that scenario, I was never acting, I was enjoying it, my body was wired for pleasure and I had multiple orgasm during sex, even forced and unwanted sex, and my orgasms were very real and noisy.
My husband's best man at our wedding was a frightful character. He was a criminal, and looked every inch the thug I had heard he was. His education was practically non existent, as he mumbled a lot and slurred his speech, but no one in their right mind corrected him.
We all stayed in the same hotel the reception was held in, to allow people not to drive home intoxicated, and we planned our honeymoon to start after breakfast, driving through the Channel Tunnel to France.
I showered before breakfast and my husband went down while I washed. I was in the shower when the bet man walked in and undressed, as I stood petrified, seeing his state of erection as he opened the glass door to get into me.
The **** lasted twenty minutes, and finished out of the shower and my over the sink, all the time having these powerful orgasms, three, maybe four, I lost count, and all the while he video taped it on his phone.
I lay at his feet, a mass of used female flesh, staring up at his balls and exhausted manhood, still dripping semen on to my naked body.
"I was right about you", he said triumphantly, "you were up for it" and he squatted next to my upturned face, and pushed his flaccid cock into my mouth, and ordered me to suck him clean, because I was a dirty slag.
The way I performed that act, convinced me he had the cleanest cock in the hotel.
"At breakfast", he said, turning as he was leaving the bathroom, "make sure you are commando, or your man will see this", he threatened, holding his phone, "I will look to make sure".
I knew what was on his phone would be difficult to cry ****, all those orgasms, what the fuck, what did my body enjoy this abuse?
I felt exposed as I went down in a short skirt and joined him and my husband at the bridal table. He domineered me and I felt weak, seeing his powerful body alongside the man I married, even my shameful brain had made comparisons on how each man had fucked me, and their cock sizes, as our eyes met, I admitted, he was more than my husband, who laughed and smiled, as his friends sperm displaced his own and filled me with dread, of impregnation, god knows how much I sucked into my Fallopian tubes during my orgasms.
He momentarily ducked under the table to retrieve his dropped napkin, I opened my thighs wide, and remained like that until he reappeared, holding his phone, no doubt further muddying any hope of crying ****.
A bride spreading her thighs without panties. He was right about me, I was a slag, and thrilled at being dominated.
2) Cathy's Story, "Stand-in Teacher"
Having graduated it was a problem, the jobs were not there. Before choosing my course, there was demand, but four years later, everything had changed.
I saw the add, and just decided I needed to get this position, my foot on the bottom rung of my career ladder. It was for a stand-in teacher, something we had all done prior to out finals, for experience, and as a stand-in, it put you ahead of the others when a vacancy came up.
I had decided to get down there early, to be first and show enthusiasm. The interview were starting at eight, so I arrived around a quarter to seven, have coffee and meet the other teachers and put myself at ease.
It was late fall so it was still dark when I drew up to the school, a huge imposing edifice of a building and eerily dark. I went inside and as I walked towards a shaft of light, shining from under a closed door, my footsteps echoed on the wooden boards.
I stopped outside the door with the light showing, it read "Staff Room", at least I had found the room I wanted without much effort.
I opened the door gingerly and quietly and immediately saw a man sitting with his back to the door, hunched over the table. The air was filled with the smell of coffee, which was welcoming, and sound of the radio playing the latest charts popular music, I guess that was why he never heard me approach him.
I stopped just before I reached him. I immediately saw I had stumbled upon something I should not have, he was masturbating himself and I could see his erection in his hand.
There was an open magazine on the table, it was a woman's attire for sale, buy online before the internet, and he was looking at the underwear being modelled by young models, women that were my age and looked like me.
I coughed nervously, and he literally jumped. "I'm sorry", I apologised to him for interrupting his wanking session, as if I should, but I was there for an interview and the last think I wanted was to offend or fall out with anyone, so I tried to take the flak.
I watched as he nervously put his cock back into his pants and zip it up. He then looked at me for real for the first time and genuinely apologised for his inappropriate behaviour.
He offered me coffee, which I accepted and then proceeded to explain his marital problems and lack of sex.
To be honest, I felt awkward, I had seen guys masturbate and men, so that bit I got, but I was no marriage counsellor, and really just wanted to move on.
He poured me another coffee and I explained who I was and my reason for being there and why I was early, and stumbled upon him.
It was weird, but I don't know why I said it, but I told him my boyfriend liked to wank himself in the mornings and not have sex with me.
"Jesus, if I was with you I would need a JCB to pull me off of you". I suppose it was meant as a compliment, having to use such a powerful piece of machinery to break our copulation, I laughed with him for a moment, and then we fell silent.
Suddenly we were tearing at each other, and I was bent over the table, with him tearing at the flimsy cotton covering my pussy, which gave way easily and my panties lay on the floor in tatters, as I reached behind to feel for him and guide him home into my cunt.
I was squirming and moving, feeling him rake his cock between my wet labia, miss my entrance and poke my anus, and push hard against my backdoor, and I would perch up on my toes to get him in and then it happened, as he opened me like a hot knife going through butter, the noise of our bodies coming together, feeling his pubic hair on my naked bottom and his testicles slapping my clitoris, started my orgasm, as I lay with my cheek on the cold hard table and let his cock pleasure me over and over, until the heat of his semen told me it was finished, and he had ejaculated into my body.
I slid down onto the chair as he stood up and zippered himself back into his pants. I saw the rag lying on the floor, that this morning, started out life as a pair of my lucky sexy panties, now torn beyond anything other than a rag to mop up a mess.
I bent to retrieve them and as I sat back up, he was beside me, "Can I have them", he asked me, and I placed them in his hand, and watched him walk back to the coffee pot, putting them in his trouser pocket, his trophy, my panties, and just then, the door burst open and people started flooding in and suddenly, he was gone, leaving me somewhat startled and feeling his cum seep onto my inner skirt.
There was a lot of noise and a bell rang, as the staff started filing out to their respective classes, a girl came in and asked for me by name. I signalled her and followed her to the meeting room where the interview was being held. There were others sitting around as I passed them and walked into the room, where he sat centre stage, he was the principle and indeed, my panties in his pocket were lucky, I got the position and never regretted letting him fuck me that morning.
3) Joanne's Story, " A Taxi fingering, and Hand Job"
We had the option of staying the night in the hotel, or going back to my husband's friends place, to continue partying in a hot tub.
I was feeling boozy, I had started drinking early with little in my stomach, so it hit me before even arriving at the works annual party.
Tom was my husband's friend, we had not met in person as yet, but had spoke on the phone and I liked his voice with its dulcet overtones, and found myself flirting with him, even more so when he complimented me to my husband as sounding a very sexy lady.
I knew what he looked like from old photos of them together at a works BBQ, and I thought him a catch, but kept my fantasy to myself.
When we finally met, it was noisy, everybody was going wild, so when we embraced in the darkened room, I pressed against him and felt him hard against my thigh, even when we kissed, it was on the mouth and he raked my lips with his tongue.
My God, I had a rush and felt it in my groin, if he dragged me through an exit door, there and then, I would be having his baby, I just knew here was a strong possibility for us to have sex.
I sat opposite him and every time we looked at each other, we were sending signals, eye's dropping coyly, and secret smiles.
I wanted to be alone with him and when I heard a particular song starting, I knew it was a slow dance, I got up, extended my hand to him, and said dance with me.
We danced slowly and out of sight of our table, our bodies melted against each other like two jigsaw pieces slotting into each other, except not quite, the most important bit, his cock sliding into my pussy, in the act of fucking, was several layers f clothing in the way.
I was feeling his erection on my thigh and deliberately moved my body until his bulge was rubbing my crotch. I unashamedly ground against it, and he knew I was doing it, "You're quite the sexy dancer", he breathed, into my ear, and I turned to answer him in the same way, and deliberately kissed his ear, "I like the way you fit against me", I retorted, and pressed against his erection and tightened my grip on him, clear signals I was ripe for the taking.
I felt deliciously horny.
We all agreed to go back to his abode and continue partying. There were too many bodies for one car, so we decided to take two and I deliberately got separated from my husband, as we all piled into the car, and I watched as my husband drove off in the first, and held back with Tom and as there was still overcrowding, I sat in the back on Tom's lap, feeling his need for my under my bum, where I could flex and relax my gluteus maximus, which he caressed freely, as my back was to the car door, and with my skirt zipper was down, and panties in my handbag, he found my wet pussy so easy to finger, as everybody else was in a jovial mood to notice or hear my wetness oil his fingers.
I was his little bowling ball that night, he fingered both my holes, each one giving a different sexual feeling, as most women into DP can attest, I managed to pull his cock free and just grip him hard for the 20 minute journey, as played with each other.
I have never known my self to be so free with a man I just met, I love my husband but I also love being like this, a piece of 'fuck meat' for a stranger, there is something enlightening it, it makes you feel doubly female, desired and wanted, used and abused, humped and discarded. There is a whore in most women, I found mine that night, and the orgasms are the best.
Now that I know what I like, I am more open and willing to play with men I just meet, hotel bars are good for men travelling and moving on. They have rooms with a bed and are always looking for a fuck. The beneficiary of my infidelity, is my husband, our sex is better, and I am more woman the older I get.
Which of the girl's stories have you encountered in your meetings with other women, and which girl was the naughtiest?
As a girl I know the truth behind the reason why girls are as bad when it comes to sex, as the next guy is.
You guys know me, I tell the most outrageous encounters from a girls point of view, because in most cases, it's us girls who want to fuck and be fucked, ask any guy and I'm sure they will confirm, that the best sex they encountered, was because the girl asked them, or simply, jumped their bones when they least expected it.
**** is a touchy subject, especially when it happens with someone you know, and they in turn get scared, once the thrill of the sex union dies down, a point my mother laboured to me as a girl growing up, "Let them think you enjoyed it, ask to meet them again, do everything to put him or them at ease, then pounce once you are safe"
My only problem with that scenario, I was never acting, I was enjoying it, my body was wired for pleasure and I had multiple orgasm during sex, even forced and unwanted sex, and my orgasms were very real and noisy.
My husband's best man at our wedding was a frightful character. He was a criminal, and looked every inch the thug I had heard he was. His education was practically non existent, as he mumbled a lot and slurred his speech, but no one in their right mind corrected him.
We all stayed in the same hotel the reception was held in, to allow people not to drive home intoxicated, and we planned our honeymoon to start after breakfast, driving through the Channel Tunnel to France.
I showered before breakfast and my husband went down while I washed. I was in the shower when the bet man walked in and undressed, as I stood petrified, seeing his state of erection as he opened the glass door to get into me.
The **** lasted twenty minutes, and finished out of the shower and my over the sink, all the time having these powerful orgasms, three, maybe four, I lost count, and all the while he video taped it on his phone.
I lay at his feet, a mass of used female flesh, staring up at his balls and exhausted manhood, still dripping semen on to my naked body.
"I was right about you", he said triumphantly, "you were up for it" and he squatted next to my upturned face, and pushed his flaccid cock into my mouth, and ordered me to suck him clean, because I was a dirty slag.
The way I performed that act, convinced me he had the cleanest cock in the hotel.
"At breakfast", he said, turning as he was leaving the bathroom, "make sure you are commando, or your man will see this", he threatened, holding his phone, "I will look to make sure".
I knew what was on his phone would be difficult to cry ****, all those orgasms, what the fuck, what did my body enjoy this abuse?
I felt exposed as I went down in a short skirt and joined him and my husband at the bridal table. He domineered me and I felt weak, seeing his powerful body alongside the man I married, even my shameful brain had made comparisons on how each man had fucked me, and their cock sizes, as our eyes met, I admitted, he was more than my husband, who laughed and smiled, as his friends sperm displaced his own and filled me with dread, of impregnation, god knows how much I sucked into my Fallopian tubes during my orgasms.
He momentarily ducked under the table to retrieve his dropped napkin, I opened my thighs wide, and remained like that until he reappeared, holding his phone, no doubt further muddying any hope of crying ****.
A bride spreading her thighs without panties. He was right about me, I was a slag, and thrilled at being dominated.
2) Cathy's Story, "Stand-in Teacher"
Having graduated it was a problem, the jobs were not there. Before choosing my course, there was demand, but four years later, everything had changed.
I saw the add, and just decided I needed to get this position, my foot on the bottom rung of my career ladder. It was for a stand-in teacher, something we had all done prior to out finals, for experience, and as a stand-in, it put you ahead of the others when a vacancy came up.
I had decided to get down there early, to be first and show enthusiasm. The interview were starting at eight, so I arrived around a quarter to seven, have coffee and meet the other teachers and put myself at ease.
It was late fall so it was still dark when I drew up to the school, a huge imposing edifice of a building and eerily dark. I went inside and as I walked towards a shaft of light, shining from under a closed door, my footsteps echoed on the wooden boards.
I stopped outside the door with the light showing, it read "Staff Room", at least I had found the room I wanted without much effort.
I opened the door gingerly and quietly and immediately saw a man sitting with his back to the door, hunched over the table. The air was filled with the smell of coffee, which was welcoming, and sound of the radio playing the latest charts popular music, I guess that was why he never heard me approach him.
I stopped just before I reached him. I immediately saw I had stumbled upon something I should not have, he was masturbating himself and I could see his erection in his hand.
There was an open magazine on the table, it was a woman's attire for sale, buy online before the internet, and he was looking at the underwear being modelled by young models, women that were my age and looked like me.
I coughed nervously, and he literally jumped. "I'm sorry", I apologised to him for interrupting his wanking session, as if I should, but I was there for an interview and the last think I wanted was to offend or fall out with anyone, so I tried to take the flak.
I watched as he nervously put his cock back into his pants and zip it up. He then looked at me for real for the first time and genuinely apologised for his inappropriate behaviour.
He offered me coffee, which I accepted and then proceeded to explain his marital problems and lack of sex.
To be honest, I felt awkward, I had seen guys masturbate and men, so that bit I got, but I was no marriage counsellor, and really just wanted to move on.
He poured me another coffee and I explained who I was and my reason for being there and why I was early, and stumbled upon him.
It was weird, but I don't know why I said it, but I told him my boyfriend liked to wank himself in the mornings and not have sex with me.
"Jesus, if I was with you I would need a JCB to pull me off of you". I suppose it was meant as a compliment, having to use such a powerful piece of machinery to break our copulation, I laughed with him for a moment, and then we fell silent.
Suddenly we were tearing at each other, and I was bent over the table, with him tearing at the flimsy cotton covering my pussy, which gave way easily and my panties lay on the floor in tatters, as I reached behind to feel for him and guide him home into my cunt.
I was squirming and moving, feeling him rake his cock between my wet labia, miss my entrance and poke my anus, and push hard against my backdoor, and I would perch up on my toes to get him in and then it happened, as he opened me like a hot knife going through butter, the noise of our bodies coming together, feeling his pubic hair on my naked bottom and his testicles slapping my clitoris, started my orgasm, as I lay with my cheek on the cold hard table and let his cock pleasure me over and over, until the heat of his semen told me it was finished, and he had ejaculated into my body.
I slid down onto the chair as he stood up and zippered himself back into his pants. I saw the rag lying on the floor, that this morning, started out life as a pair of my lucky sexy panties, now torn beyond anything other than a rag to mop up a mess.
I bent to retrieve them and as I sat back up, he was beside me, "Can I have them", he asked me, and I placed them in his hand, and watched him walk back to the coffee pot, putting them in his trouser pocket, his trophy, my panties, and just then, the door burst open and people started flooding in and suddenly, he was gone, leaving me somewhat startled and feeling his cum seep onto my inner skirt.
There was a lot of noise and a bell rang, as the staff started filing out to their respective classes, a girl came in and asked for me by name. I signalled her and followed her to the meeting room where the interview was being held. There were others sitting around as I passed them and walked into the room, where he sat centre stage, he was the principle and indeed, my panties in his pocket were lucky, I got the position and never regretted letting him fuck me that morning.
3) Joanne's Story, " A Taxi fingering, and Hand Job"
We had the option of staying the night in the hotel, or going back to my husband's friends place, to continue partying in a hot tub.
I was feeling boozy, I had started drinking early with little in my stomach, so it hit me before even arriving at the works annual party.
Tom was my husband's friend, we had not met in person as yet, but had spoke on the phone and I liked his voice with its dulcet overtones, and found myself flirting with him, even more so when he complimented me to my husband as sounding a very sexy lady.
I knew what he looked like from old photos of them together at a works BBQ, and I thought him a catch, but kept my fantasy to myself.
When we finally met, it was noisy, everybody was going wild, so when we embraced in the darkened room, I pressed against him and felt him hard against my thigh, even when we kissed, it was on the mouth and he raked my lips with his tongue.
My God, I had a rush and felt it in my groin, if he dragged me through an exit door, there and then, I would be having his baby, I just knew here was a strong possibility for us to have sex.
I sat opposite him and every time we looked at each other, we were sending signals, eye's dropping coyly, and secret smiles.
I wanted to be alone with him and when I heard a particular song starting, I knew it was a slow dance, I got up, extended my hand to him, and said dance with me.
We danced slowly and out of sight of our table, our bodies melted against each other like two jigsaw pieces slotting into each other, except not quite, the most important bit, his cock sliding into my pussy, in the act of fucking, was several layers f clothing in the way.
I was feeling his erection on my thigh and deliberately moved my body until his bulge was rubbing my crotch. I unashamedly ground against it, and he knew I was doing it, "You're quite the sexy dancer", he breathed, into my ear, and I turned to answer him in the same way, and deliberately kissed his ear, "I like the way you fit against me", I retorted, and pressed against his erection and tightened my grip on him, clear signals I was ripe for the taking.
I felt deliciously horny.
We all agreed to go back to his abode and continue partying. There were too many bodies for one car, so we decided to take two and I deliberately got separated from my husband, as we all piled into the car, and I watched as my husband drove off in the first, and held back with Tom and as there was still overcrowding, I sat in the back on Tom's lap, feeling his need for my under my bum, where I could flex and relax my gluteus maximus, which he caressed freely, as my back was to the car door, and with my skirt zipper was down, and panties in my handbag, he found my wet pussy so easy to finger, as everybody else was in a jovial mood to notice or hear my wetness oil his fingers.
I was his little bowling ball that night, he fingered both my holes, each one giving a different sexual feeling, as most women into DP can attest, I managed to pull his cock free and just grip him hard for the 20 minute journey, as played with each other.
I have never known my self to be so free with a man I just met, I love my husband but I also love being like this, a piece of 'fuck meat' for a stranger, there is something enlightening it, it makes you feel doubly female, desired and wanted, used and abused, humped and discarded. There is a whore in most women, I found mine that night, and the orgasms are the best.
Now that I know what I like, I am more open and willing to play with men I just meet, hotel bars are good for men travelling and moving on. They have rooms with a bed and are always looking for a fuck. The beneficiary of my infidelity, is my husband, our sex is better, and I am more woman the older I get.
Which of the girl's stories have you encountered in your meetings with other women, and which girl was the naughtiest?
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