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Slowly I began to wake up. My thoughts were still cloudy. The taste of alcohol filled my mouth, turning over I saw a few empty bottles on the small table by the bed. The events of the night slowly came back to me. Then I remembered how I had left my boyfriend. Even though I had left him many times before, this time, I was confident that I wouldn't return.

I looked around searching for Damien. There was no sign of him in the bedroom. I got up then went into the bathroom. There was a sticky note stuck to the mirror.

Hello, sorry I left without saying goodbye. I hope that I see you when I get home, I will understand if I don't. I washed your clothes.

Damien

I read it a few times before I took it down. He knew how to make me smile. Immediately after we had left my apartment, he took to me buy a pair of shoes. Then we came back to his house. To say we fucked like rabbits would be an understatement. I had never been with a man that could keep up with my sexual appetite; he did that and more.

While I was taking a shower, I started to think about the things I would say to Johnny. I could wait for Damien to come home then we could both go and get my stuff. Deep down I knew doing that would be cowardly of me. I owed it to him and mostly to myself to go over there myself and talk it out with him.

I walked around Damien's house naked with the water dripping from my body, I felt at home in his home. Damien had left me in his house all by myself. A stranger he had known for less than twenty-four hours.

I found the washing room. My clothes were neatly folded on top of the dryer. Something Johnny would have never done for me. He still had problems working the washer and dryer.

Walking down the stairs I couldn't believe this place belonged to a man. Everything was neat and tidy. All the furniture matched, the carpet was clean. Then I came into the kitchen and my mouth dropped. It was huge there were stainless steel appliances, A center island with kitchen utensils hanging down. It was my dream kitchen. 

I knew I would be cooking huge dishes for us. There it was that feeling again, the feeling that caused me to leave my life behind and go with a total stranger. The sex was out of this world. That was not the reason. From the moment I saw Damien. I felt something I never felt before, something that I had been searching for in the arms and between the sheets of many others.

I smiled as I saw another note on the dining table, next to it was some money.

Hi, was going to make you breakfast, but I was running late. Get yourself something. I am having a few friends over to watch the late night game. Don't know why I told you that. You might not be here when I get back. Last night was memorable.

Damien

There was that uncontrollable smile again. I turned the paper over.

You are silly. I love that about you. I will be home

I stopped then looked at that word home. Looking around me, I began to take it all in. I was completely ready to drop everything I had known for the past seven years for this house and for him. I picked up the pen again.

Yes, I did say home. That is if you want me to be here. Then here is where I will be. I might be late, going back to get my belongings.

Claire.

I reread it over, then left it on the table. Underneath the money there was a key, I stared at it before picking it up. I placed it on my necklace. I didn't have anything else to put it on at the moment.

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When I finally arrived at the apartment, my heart was beating out of my chest. I knocked on the door then waited. I heard the locks turn then the door opened. Johnny stood there looking at me.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Of course," Johnny said with a smile.

The place looked the same as how I left it. The beer bottles still on the table, the dishes still in the sink. I shook my head. I didn't know what I was expecting. Maybe I was expecting too much from him. I had fucked another man, on the couch and the floor.

"I am sorry," Johnny said.

I turned sharply looking back at him "What?" I asked shocked.

"I shouldn't have made that bet," he shrugged. "If I didn't..."

I slapped him. "Don't!"

Johnny looked back at me with those eyes. The eyes he always used to get me back. I had fallen for those puppy dog eyes many times before. From the first moment we met in high school I had always felt sorry for him, always coming back because I knew he would need me more than I needed him.

"I fucked him!" I shouted at him. "Right there," I pointed to the floor. "You should be angry. You should be calling me all types of horrid names."

"I can't," Johnny said again shrugging. "I am not mad at you."

"Johnny!" I shouted in aggravation. I sat down on the couch.

"I love you," he said coming over to me.

"No, don't," I said shaking my head.

"But I do," he cried sitting next to me.

"You don't love me, you need me, there is a big difference," I said shaking my head. "If you loved me, you wouldn't let me back in here. You wouldn't have let me fuck another man." I looked at him. "Johnny you would have fought tooth and nail for me to stay." 

"Maybe, I liked the thought of you with someone else," Johnny said with a smile. "It turned me on."

"No!" I shouted standing up. "This is not a porn movie or one of those stupid cuckold sex stories. If you are telling the truth which I doubt you are, I am not one of those women that fuck other men just to turn their husbands on."

"That is not true, you have fucked to turn others on," Johnny said.

"Yes, myself," I admitted. "If someone else got turned on because of it, that wasn't my intention."

"Okay, then be with both of us?" Johnny asked

"You don't mean that," I shook my head. "You will be miserable."

Johnny slumped back into the couch. He shook his head. "I don't know what to do."

I shook my head. I knew this was going to happen. I knew he needed someone to hold his hand. I picked up my cell phone. It was still lying on the couch. It must have fallen out of my pockets when Damien took my pants off of me.

"Who are you calling?" Johnny asked.

I shook my head. I never thought I was going to use this number ever again. "Hey," I said when she picked up the phone.

"What are you doing?" she replied.

"You have to come and get your brother," I replied.

Johnny shook his head.

"What?" Jennifer screamed.

"You knew this day was going to come," I said standing firm. "I have had enough. You and Martha caused this problem

"How dare you say our mother's name! You don't deserve to say her name!" Jennifer shouted.

I knew what I had done in the past, and I was not proud of it. My big tits got the attention of many men. Including teachers, police officers. It didn't take them long to realize that I was proud of them and loved to show them to just about anyone. Even shorter time to get on my knees and either suck them off or give them a tit fuck they would never forget. 

One of those men was Johnny's father. They had the biggest pool in the neighborhood. One day when all of us were swimming celebrating our graduation from High School. I noticed him staring at them. I had worn the smallest bikini top I could find. My intention was to get the attention of Mark, Johnny's best friend. He never paid me much attention, I would soon find out that he was playing for the other side. Johnny's dad on the other hand. 

Johnny's mother caught us in the bathroom. I was on my knees while Johnny's dad was fucking my huge tits. I should have stopped, but I kept edging him on even with his wife yelling at him. I said many things that day I wish I could take back. That incident broke the family apart. Johnny never blamed me, he blamed his father. Jennifer was a different story. 

"The two of you spoiled him way before I came into the picture. Now he is your problem, either he stays here by himself, or you can come and get him." I said then hung up.

"Why?" Johnny asked with tears streaming down his face. I had never called his sister. I had told Johnny if I ever called her then it meant I would leave and never come back.

"I'm sorry, she will be here." I shook my head.

For the next two hours, I gathered most of my stuff. The rest I knew Jennifer would throw away. Johnny didn't move from his place on the couch he just sat there.

I knew what was going through his head. He was thinking of things he could say to make me change my mind. Finally, there was a knock on the door. I took a deep breath, then opened it.

"Move," Jennifer said.

"You got here quick," I replied as she pushed past me.

"Not like I had a choice," Jennifer said looking at her brother. "Who did you fuck now?" she said turning to look at me.

"Ask him," I said picking up the two trash bags. "Throw the rest of the stuff away, donate it, burn it. Either way, I don't care." I said as I picked up my car keys.

"Leave it," Jennifer said rolling her eyes. 

I put the car keys back down. Jennifer had helped with the down payment for both of the cars, as well as co-signed for them. I began to head to the door. 

"I have one question," Jennifer said getting close to me. "When are you going to grow up? You can't be a slut all of your life."

I shook my head. "You don't know anything about me, or what he did to get me to make this decision."

"Go! Just go," Jennifer said shaking her head and pointing to the door. "Never and I mean never see him again," Jennifer said her face looked like many others I had seen before. Judging me for who I am, for what I did. I had seen it too many times.

I nodded then went out of the door. Jennifer slammed it shut behind me. "Bye Johnny," I whispered to myself.

I used the neighbor's phone to call a cab. Hopefully, Damien would be there when I pulled up.

I didn't know the exact address, so I had to direct the poor taxi driver street by street.

It took us longer than expected to find it. I gave him a few cheap thrills by exaggerating the bouncing in the seat anytime we hit a pothole or a bump. When we pulled up my heart jumped because I saw Damien's huge truck parked outside. The cab driver honked his horn. He didn't trust me to leave without paying the tab.

Damien walked out looking angry. Then he smiled as he saw me. The cab driver told him what happened and how much I owed. Damien smiled then paid him, even gave him a large tip. ''

"Sorry," I said with a smile.

"You can make up for it later," Damien said as he gave me a wink. He looked at the bags. "That's it?"

I nodded then told him what happened. I told him everything even what happened with Johnny's father as well as many others. Including a few things, I had kept to myself. Finally, when I was finished I looked up at him,I expected him to call the cab driver back. He looked down at me with those eyes that made me feel small.

"Stay here," he said as he went back into the house. "When you are sure those days are behind you, then you can come in."

I took a seat on Damien's tailgate of his truck. I had things to think about if I was going to live with him. I looked at all the nice houses, the cut lawns, the nicely kept roads. Neighbors were walking their dogs. I even saw a minivan with the perfect family.

Was this the life that I wanted? Could I be that kind of person, the wife that he deserved? What did they say? Once a cheater always a cheater? Did I deserve a man like Damien? 

Thoughts began to race through my head, things I had done. People's lives I had changed. I slept with the man inside this house, because of a foolish bet. How could I blame Johnny? I had done much worse without him knowing. I could say I never cheated, but I knew that was a lie. Even before Damien came around I had done some shady stuff. What some would call micro-cheating. I had sent pictures of myself, none of them nude but revealing enough to leave nothing to the imagination. To countless online men. I had a secret life online that I used to get myself off when Johnny hadn't done the job. 

I liked my job as an accountant not because I liked accounting but because it took the judging eyes from others off of me. But deep down I hated it. It was boring, it was predictable. I missed the excitement the risk of being caught. I missed being myself. I sighed I knew my answer, and it wasn't good. I looked back at the house. I walked to the door. He opened it with a hopeful look.

I shook my head. "I can't."

"I thought as much. Do you want me to call you a cab to take you somewhere?"

"No, I know what I must do." I gave him the biggest hug I had ever given someone. "Thank you for opening my eyes."

"Thank you for everything," Damien smiled. "When you're ready, you have the keys."

I put my hand on my necklace the key still hung there. "Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I know what I want. When you think you are ready to settle down, you know where to come."

I couldn't believe it. Damien closed the door. I stood there for a few moments just staring at the door. I had just told him that I didn't want him and yet he still trusted me. I smiled as I put my hand on the wooden door, that was my giant. I turned around and began to walk away. A man jogged past me.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

He stopped dead in his tracks looking at me. "How can I help?"

"What street is this?"

He looked at me strangely then told me the name of the road and development. Generally, a person wouldn't give an address away like that, but a busty redhead can usually make guys do what they want. I took a mental note then walked away.

I could say that I was going nowhere, that I had left the two best men in my life. But that would be lying. I know exactly who I am, what I want and where I was going. I like the attention of many men. I like the feeling of being able to do what I want, with who I want. Jennifer called me a slut. So why not embrace that?

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Weeks passed quickly. I stayed with a friend for the first week. I quit my accounting job but not before giving the boss a blow job he would never forget. I found a job at a local sports bar, the type where the girls dress provocatively to get the attention of male customers. This place had the servers wearing short skirts and tight tops. None of the other girls wore their tops as tight as I did or their skirts as short as me.

"Come here you little minx!" one of the male customers said. The drunk man grabbed me by the waist. His hand slipped down my back then to my ass. He gave it a nice squeeze. I returned the favor by squeezing his hard dick through his pants under the table.

"Now you're not supposed to touch," I said playfully slapping him. It was a show of course. I loved the attention. "Are you guys finishing up or do you want another round?" I asked while squeezing his hard dick, I gave it a slight rub through his jeans. 

He looked at me lost for words. He looked over at his friends. "Another round?"

They all roared with laughter, then ordered more drinks. I laughed with them then walked away. "Stupid men," I laughed to myself.

At the end of the night, I had more tips than any of the others. As usual, the other women were mad at me for using my assets. I couldn't help that I was blessed with more than they had, and I used what I had to my advantage.

"Whore," one of the other servers shouted at me as she got in her car.

"Yup and proud of it!" I shouted back.

I didn't sleep with any of the men I flirted or teased. The truth of the matter was I hadn't slept with anyone since Damien. Sure I had a few customers meet me at the back of the bar after hours for a quick blow job, or I let them fuck my tits, but I never fucked them no matter how much they begged. 

I got into my car, it was a horrible car that my friend let me borrow until I could afford my own. As usual, I drove the long way back to the apartment.

I stopped short of Damien's house. His truck sat in the driveway. All the lights inside the house were off. I imagined him sleeping with his massive arms and huge dick going to waste in that large bed. I sat in my car thumbing the key that still hung around my neck.

There were times I made it up to the door, ready to put the key in the door and turn, just before I would put it in I would turn and walk away. Tonight was no different. I got out of my car, walked past the truck running my fingers across it. The security light turned on. I looked up and waved at the video camera as it stared down at me. I stepped in front of it and smiled. I don't know what he thought of when or if he looked at it. I took the key from around my neck. This time, I would do it I thought to myself, I pushed the key into the hole.

"Turn it, you stupid bitch," I whispered.

Click

The door opened. I took a deep breath then entered. The house was cold. The air was still and there was no sound. I slowly walked through the living room, trying to be as quiet as possible. I reached the stairs, I looked upstairs, knowing his room was just to the right, I could walk up there and be with him. I shook my head. I wasn't ready for that, not yet. I walked into the kitchen.

I ran my hands over the countertops. I stood and stared at the stainless steel appliances. Then something caught my eye. It was a note sitting on the table. I walked over to it.

Hi there, if you are reading this then you finally made it inside. If you are hungry, there will always be leftovers in the microwave. I hate the car you are driving it makes a horrid sound as you drive away. Take my truck. I bought another one for myself it is in the garage. Trust me I won't report it stolen. I will take care of everything.

Damien

I started crying. I put my hand over my mouth to stop the noises. I turned and looked inside the microwave. I took out a large plate of home cooked food. Meatloaf, potatoes and green beans.  I hadn't eaten a good meal except for fast food and whatever I could take home from the bar. I sat down and ate; it was delicious even though it was cold. I dared not heat it up in case he came down. I couldn't face him right now. I read the note over and over. Looking down at the key he had left me.

I knew him well enough to know he would be mad if I didn't take it. I picked it up then placed the old keys down on the table. Slowly I walked back out, locking the door behind me. Gently I opened the truck door.

I marveled at the inside, leather interior, and all the other things you would expect from a nice truck. I started it up and began to back out of the driveway when I saw Damien. He was staring down at me from his window. I waved up at him, and he waved back. I pulled out of the driveway.

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"Why don't you just go to him?" my roommate said, she was getting ready to go to work. "You have been over his house every night for the past month."

I nodded. It had been just over a month since Damien gave me the truck. He had even changed it over to my name. I had received the notice as well as all the documents in the mail, meaning he knew where I was.

"You know why I can't," I replied.

"I think he knows you like to be with other guys. And I don't believe he cares," she said.

I nodded. I still hadn't slept with anyone. I had left the bar because of complications. A married woman came in claiming that her husband had slept with one of the servers. Of course, everyone that worked there blamed me. Even though I hadn't slept with him, or anyone that they had accused me of sleeping wih. I may have fooled around with some of them. Needless to say, it was time to move on.

Now I worked in a strip club. I was making more money, and there was no chance of an angry wife coming into complain about their cheating husband.

I had never understood when people got angry at the person their significant other cheated with. They didn't make the commitment, they didn't take the vow. Why get angry at them? Just because they knew the other person was married? To me, it was a joke, a game to be played. Could I get them to drop their pants? If their love or their commitment was strong enough the answer would be no. I had only a few men that had the balls to tell me no and go back home to the families. Others dropped their pants the moment I breathed on them. So who was to blame, me or them? 

The club was close to the airport, in a seedy part of town. No one came just to see women strip. The private rooms were a free for all once the doors closed. I loved working there I could do what I want, with who I wanted.

Just the other night I had taken a nice looking man into the back, he told me it was his last night of freedom before he got married. I sucked him off twice before sending him back to his friends, they all came up to me looking for some action. I let them all return to the room so they could jack themselves off all over my tits. I charged them double the price of our highest lap dance. Which they paid in full. That was the only night I didn't go to Damien's house.

"Seriously, think about it," the roommate said before leaving.

I laid on my bed honestly thinking about it. I loved the freedom I had. I could have let those guys fuck me. So why didn't I? It had been over two months now and I still hadn't let anyone fuck me.

The closest I came to let anyone inside me was the technician that had come to fix the air conditioning. I was short on money, so I let him rub his dick between my ass cheeks, which I didn't even know was a thing until he literally begged me for it. He came faster than anyone I had ever known.

My cell phone went off. I looked at the screen. It was one of the other dancers from work. I sighed then answered it. "It's my night off. This better, be good."

"A man is looking for you," she said.

I shook my head. There was always a person asking for me. The bachelor I sucked off came to the club every night afterward, including the night before he went on his honeymoon. He begged me to be with him. When I brought up the newly placed ring on his finger he told me he would leave her for me. What kind of commitment is that? Sure enough, if anything happened, his wife would come down here yelling at me. Why? 

"Tell him I will be there tomorrow," I said.

"If you're not going to come. Can I have him?"

"Sure go for it," I said hanging up the phone.

Within minutes the phone rang again. "I said you could have him," I shouted.

"I think your giant is here," Tabitha said her voice sent shivers down my spine. I had fallen for her the moment we laid down together. I hadn't slept with a man, but I had done a lot of things with Tabitha. She understood me like no other. "Laura has her hands all over him. I can't blame her." 

My heart dropped. It couldn't be him. "Is he black?" I asked.

"Yes, I think I can remember a description is there something else I should be looking for?"

"Does he have a tattoo of a large bird on his right arm?" I asked sitting up in my bed.

"Hold on. I can't see his arm. Wait never mind Laura just lifted his shirt a little," Tabatha paused for a moment. "Yup there is a tattoo there, don't know what it is."

I got out of my bed and hurried towards the door. I was only in my jogging pants and a shirt. "Tell Laura to back the fuck off, or I will tear her eyes out!" I yelled.

"Wow, okay fine! Does that mean you are coming?" Tabatha said surprised.

"Yes, I am on my way. He gets free drinks until I get there," I said.

"I can keep him company until you get here. I think there are a few things I can do to keep him distracted from the others," Tabatha teased.

"I am sure there are many things you can do with him, but I need to talk to him first," I shook my head with a smile. Tabitha knew how I felt about him. 

"Just get here as fast as you can, so we both can have some fun," Tabitha said. 

I gunned the truck as fast as I dared, trying to keep an eye out for any cops. I couldn't afford another speeding ticket. All I could think of was my giant around all those naked boobs. I knew how much Damien loved huge tits. I had the biggest natural tits in the place, but Tabitha had me beat with her huge implants.

I skidded the truck to a stop outside of the club. "Hey Claire, I thought it was your night off?" Rick, the bouncer, said as I walked up.

"It is, I am not here to work," I said walking inside.

There he was in the corner with no one around him. I breathed a sigh of relief. Tabitha walked up to me, with her long bleach blonde hair and her oversized boobs. I always marveled at how small her body was and how she could carry those mammoth things around.

"I had to cat claw a few of the others, but he is all yours," Tabitha smiled.

"I owe you," I smiled back at her as we kissed. 

"Go get him," Tabitha smiled at me planting a playful smack on my ass.

I walked over to him. He smiled as he saw me, and I melted right away.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," Damien replied.

I sat next to him. Luckily Rachel was on the stage nearest to him. She was small chested. A great dancer but no real threat.

"What brings you here?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Surely not her," Damien said looking up at Rachel.

"Not your type," I laughed.

"No," he said. Then his face got serious. "I met someone."

My heart dropped. It felt like someone had punched me as hard as they could in my stomach. I knew I didn't have a right to be jealous or upset after all the things I had done.

"Is it serious?" I asked.

"It is getting close," Damien replied.

"Have you?" I began to ask. "No, it's none of my business."

"No," Damien replied. "But she is getting anxious."

"She can fucking wait!" I replied without thinking.

"Is there somewhere we can talk, without the music?" Damien asked.

I nodded then took him by the hand into one of the backrooms. "No one will bother us here," I said sitting down beside him on the large couch.

"Listen, I came here because I still have feelings for you, and before I pursue this other relationship. I want to know what is happening with us."

I sat back then looked at him. I shook my head. "I have done things, which I know you won't like."

He turned to face me. Then pulled me to him, with one swift move he planted me on his lap. I smiled this was my giant.

"I should've accepted the things you have done as just things in your past," Damien said. He wrapped his hands around my waist, his huge hands cupping my ass.

"Yes, you should have," I nodded putting my hands on his broad chest. "I have to tell you I like the life I have now. I like dancing because I am good at it, and I love the attention."

"And the men," he said.

"And women," I smiled.

"Okay that, I didn't know," he smiled.

"Neither did I until I met Tabitha," I shrugged. "She means a lot to me. And if we get serious she has to be a part of it." 

Damien thought for a moment. He could see the serious look on my face. "Okay, I can deal with that, if that is what you want." 

"What do you mean?"

"No more sneaking around,"  Damien said strictly.

My heart raced. "You mean, I can still keep all of this and you?"

"Not all of it," Damien said with a strict voice.

"The dancing, the attention, but no other men."

I sat back in his hands. I looked him in the eyes. I could see he meant it. That would mean no more surprise blow jobs, tit fucks and no specials for bachelor parties.

"Hell, Tabitha can pick up my slack," I shrugged.

"Oh no, she can't," Damien shook his head. "If she is part of the deal, then the rules apply to her too."

I kissed him as hard as I possibly could. "Deal!" I said when our lips parted.

"Now do I get a lap dance?" Damien asked as he sat back. 

"Nope, not here," I said getting off of his lap.

"Where are we going?" Damien asked as I pulled on his arm.

"Our house, you can call that other bitch on the way there and tell her to fuck off!" I said.

We walked out of the private rooms, when we got out to the floor I saw Tabitha she was standing close to the bar.

"Come on Tabby, you're coming too," I said as I grabbed her hand.

"Sorry Mike, guess I am going somewhere," Tabitha laughed as shouted to the man behind the bar.

We drove our separate vehicles back to his house, which I could now start calling my home. When we finally pulled up. Tabitha looked at it in awe.

"This is your place?" she asked Damien.

"Yeah, I mean..."

"No, Tabby, it's ours," I said grabbing the two of them again.

"You like grabbing us," my giant said.

"I like claiming things," I shrugged.

"Guess we belong to her," Tabitha said with a smile. I loved my Tabby she was always quick on the uptake. We had always said if I got back with Damien she would be a part of it. Now that she was here, I was glad to see that she approved of Damien. 

The two of us would pretend that we were with him when we were making out. Now there would be no pretending. 

Once we got inside, I pushed him onto the couch. I quickly kneeled to the floor in front of him. Tabitha joined me. The two of us unbuckled his belt and pulled the jeans off.

"Holy shit!" Tabitha exclaimed, as his dick sprung free of his boxers.

I nodded as I grabbed a hold of it with one hand. Tabitha began to suck on him. As I stroked his hardening dick. He began to moan as we both began to take turns sucking and stroking him. A few times we kissed each other and made our tongues touch while licking his big dick.

"Fuck," he moaned as I tried to deep throat him.

"That's all you can take?" Tabitha challenged me.

"Can you do better?" I smiled.

"Watch," Tabitha said. As she settled down in front of him.

Tabitha took his dick in one hand then opened her mouth. What happened next was unbelievable. Inch by inch she took him into her mouth. She sat upright with her hands braced on his knees as she tried to take more of it down her throat. I watched her throat swell as she began to take more of it.

"That's it!" Damien said watching her take him into her mouth. Her nails dug into his knees as she pushed her head down. "Holy shit," Damien said. I could tell he was near to cumming. "Push her head," he ordered.

Tabitha nodded her head, with her eyes tearing. I quickly grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down. She didn't fight back as his whole length disappeared into her mouth. Tabitha expertly buried her head between his legs.

"Right there," Damien said as he pushed his thighs upward. "Right fucking there,"

I watched as he came, I put my hand on her throat; I could feel his dick pulsing as he came. I squeezed it and massaged it. Tabitha sprang up with a deep gasp. Her face was a bright red, she took deep breaths as she filled her lungs back up. I licked him clean as he finished cumming.

"That was incredible," I said as I kissed her. I loved the taste of his cum in her mouth. She grabbed my head and kissed me. Her tongue danced inside my mouth. She squeezed my tits as she pushed me down onto the floor.

I liked when she took me. She loved to take control of the situation in the bedroom. My pants came down next, then my underwear, her lips slowly kissed their way down my body, then her head disappeared between my legs. My hands instantly gripped the floor as she began to lick and suck on me. My legs twitched immediately.

"Goddammit," I screamed. My body was no longer under my control. With every move of her tongue, she sent my body into spasms of pleasure. Then she stopped. Tabitha knew me too well, every lick, every movement of her fingers made my body arch.

I ran my fingers through my hair as another wave rushed through me, I couldn't last much longer, then she stopped. I propped myself up on my elbows so I look up and over my boobs to see what was going on. Buried behind Tabitha pert little ass, I could see Damien's head. He was eating her out from behind.

"Damn, he is good," Tabitha said shaking her head as she looked at me. I could see his hands gripping her waist as his head moved this way and that.

"Wait until you feel his dick," I smiled. Tabitha smiled then returned her head between my legs. I came again and again. And in turn, so did she. Every time she came, she would stop, then continue.

"Enough!" Tabitha shouted. "Fuck me,"

I pulled away from her, as he lined up his dick, I watched as she arched her back and her eyes closed she let out a long gasp. I knew that feeling all too well. She was being filled and stretched with his huge dick. Damien looked at me with a smile then a wink as he fucked her from behind.

"Oh, my," Tabitha yelled time and again as he gripped her hips and fucked her hard. Tabitha's nails dug into the carpet as her body rocked back and forth. 

"Take it bitch," I said as I got close to her face. Her cute face was dripping with sweat, her long blonde hair clung to her face. She took one of her hands from the ground, gripped my face and kissed me.

"Thank you," Tabitha said putting her forehead close to mine. We stared at each other.

"That's what friends are for," I smiled.

I lay on the floor and slid myself under her. So we were in a sixty-nine position. Instantly she began to finger fuck me. I began to lick her as Damien's dick pounded her dripping pussy.

I took his cock out of her and put it in my mouth. The mix of the two of them tasted good. Damien began to fuck down into my mouth, then he took it out of my mouth and put it back into her. He went back and forth between her pussy and my mouth until he was ready to cum.

Tabitha and I both got close together so he could cum on our faces.

"I'm cumming," Damien shouted as he came hard covering our faces with his cum. He collapsed backward onto the couch. His chest heaved up and down.

We both licked and kissed each other until we got all of his cum off. We joined him on the couch. He wrapped his big arms around us both.

"No more guys right?" Damien asked both of us.

"Nope," Tabitha and I shook our heads.

He looked over at Tabitha. She grabbed his dick firmly. 

"No more bitches?"

"Nope," Damien replied.

We all laughed. I got up, then I began to walk to the kitchen.As I picked up my bra and panties. I didn't want to cook completely naked. 

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I am going to make something in my kitchen," I smiled. "Don't know what I am going to make, but I am making something."

I left the two of them alone while I cooked up some food I found in the freezer. I hadn't cooked in a while. The feeling was fantastic.

"Hope you two are in the mood for a late dinner," I said. 

There was no answer; they were too quiet. I walked back into the living room to find Tabitha bouncing her huge fake tits up and down on his dick, while he was watching football. I shook my head.

"You didn't tell me he was a boob guy," Tabitha said looking at me as I came closer.

"Didn't think I had to," I said as I cupped mine in both hands. "Thought it was self-explanatory." 

"Get on the other side," she smiled.

I took my bra off and joined her. She sat on one side of Damien's lap I took the other. We cupped our big tits around his dick and bounced them in unison. He was in tit heaven. He began to fuck upward between our boobs.

"We should do this every day," I smiled looking at Damien's closed eyes.

"You can take three days, I will take three, and we share the last one?" Tabitha said.

"Sunday, Double tit fuck Sunday," Damien smiled.

"Deal," we both laughed. We bounced harder and faster.

"I have an idea," Tabitha said. She got up and walked out of the house naked.

Damien and I looked puzzled. She came back in with something in her hands that made me smile from ear to ear. She wrapped it around her waist, and instantly I crawled over to her.

I wrapped my mouth around her plastic dick. It was by no means as tasteful or as big or thick as Damien's, but I loved how she made me feel.

"That's it bitch, suck that fake dick," Tabitha laughed as she fucked my mouth.

"Get on the floor. I will show you," I laughed. We had both played the role of horny men that wanted to fuck busty strippers. 

Damien was enjoying the show. He had his dick in his hand as he watched me straddle Tabitha. I slowly lowered myself onto her fake cock, holding and squeezing her boobs. I slowly began to ride her up and down. We both sucked and squeezed each other's tits.

Then I felt Damien behind me. He had his hand on my hips. I felt the head of his dick at the entrance of my ass. I looked down at Tabitha. She knew being double penetrated was a fantasy of mine, even though I had never done anal. I laid down on her looking into her blue eyes.

"Breathe," Tabitha smiled. She had done it many times. She looked at me and nodded. 

I felt Damien push forward his cock was pushing down on me. At first, it slipped out, then after a few more attempts. I felt it, the head of his dick punctured it's way into my virgin ass.

"Holy fuck!" I screamed as the pain rushed through my body. He slowly began to inch it into me. I relaxed and took deep breaths as I felt more of his cock fill my ass.

"That's it," Tabitha said kissing me. They both began to fuck me. At first, they were out of rhythm, but then they began to fuck me at the same pace.

I felt it build inside me. I was on the verge of a massive orgasm. "Faster," I pleaded.

Damien grabbed my long red hair and pulled on it. He began fucking my ass harder. Tabitha squeezed and twisted my nipples. I came harder than I ever had. I collapsed on Tabitha's huge tits.

"My turn," Tabitha squealed.

I bowed out from pure exhaustion. I could barely breathe, my lungs and body felt like they were on fire.

Tabitha climbed on top of Damien she squatted over his dick with her back to him. She lined up his cock with her ass, then slowly lowered herself down.

"Holy fuck!" Tabitha screamed as it entered her. Seeing her bounce up and down on it, with her knees bent like that. Instantly made me want her. She began bouncing harder and faster. Her huge tits were bouncing with her.

"Lick me," Tabitha ordered. Putting her fingers in her pussy.

I quickly obeyed, parting Damien's legs. I licked and sucked on her as she bounced.

"I'm cumming," Damien announced.

Tabitha fell back off of him, as I took his dick in my mouth. He came hard, filling my mouth. I sat up and began to kiss Tabitha. The both of us sharing his cum.

"Think we should do this every football game," Damien smiled. After we all caught our breath.

"I'm down," Tabitha smiled.

"Of course, you would be. Let's go eat," I said.

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Later that night I got out of bed, leaving the two of them laying together. I walked to the window. I remembered being parked just a few meters from the driveway, looking up at this same window. Wondering what it would be like to live here. Then I looked down at the driveway. I almost took a step back. There was an image of me with my bags in my hands. I knew it was just my imagination. And the of me wasn't real. It looked lifelike. The image of myself looked up at me with a smile. Then she walked towards the end of the driveway. I was no longer that lost, needful person. Looking back at the bed I saw the two people that loved me for who I was and they would do anything for me. I turned back to the image of myself. 

"Bye Claire," I whispered.

As she got to the end of the driveway she turned around and waved one last time. Then she disappeared. 

"Come back to bed, I'm cold," Tabitha whined.

"Coming," I replied.