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The Curious Incident Of The Girl In The Night-Time free porn video
Some internet sex sites classify a girl like me as “Bi-Curious.” I wasn’t sure if that was an accurate description, so I did what any twenty-four-year-old girl would do: I checked Wikipedia. There I was! ( bi-curious applies to a heterosexual individual who has little or no homosexual experience and has some curiosity about a relationship or sexual activity with a person of the sex they do not favor)
I am certainly heterosexual, almost to a fault. I’d been with about a dozen men since... er... well... my twenty-fourth birthday three months ago. I knew how to snag a guy and get whatever I wanted, or needed, from him. I did so rather often, and I was happy that I could. I really enjoy sex, and I like men almost as much as men seem to like me. But there was this girl at work who, whenever I saw her, just really stirred my imagination.
I didn’t see her often enough to suit me. The copying machine is just in view of my minuscule cubicle. I can see her when she is making copies. She sort of leans on the machine with both elbows as the little light thingy swoops by. She always wears an appealing pencil skirt which accentuates her ass and sheer stockings adorn her shapely legs.
Last Thursday, she was making copies, and she was wearing stockings with seams up the back of her legs. I stared so hard I thought that my eyes might fall out of my head or that I would set her ass on fire. When she finished, she walked past my cube and looked in at me and gave me the sweetest little smile.
I was out of my chair and on my way to the Ladies Room in seconds. It was empty, and I slipped into the stall most distant from the door. I locked myself safely inside and then I pulled my skirt up and my panties down. I pressed my back to the wall, braced myself and eased my middle two fingers into my glistening slit.
I imagined that ass, those legs, that smile. I used my other hand to stroke my clit, then used that same hand to cover my mouth as I emitted a muffled scream when I had an intense orgasm. I tasted myself on my fingers, not that I was unaccustomed to that, and I decided then and there that I wanted sex with another woman. I am very, very goal orientated. I did not want a relationship with another woman. I wanted to fuck another woman.
Well, Friday invariably follows Thursday, and Friday nights are always a good time to hook up. I was out of the house at about eight thirty. I wore sheer black nylon Cuban heel seamed stockings, ridiculously high heels and a very tight, revealing black dress which put my tits on full display. I figured if that works on a man, it should work on a woman.
I hoped I could attract a woman with enough girl on girl experience to teach me a thing or two...or more. I sat at a bar in one of the city’s more elegant hotels sipping a Pinnacle® (distilled five times for smoothness!) citrus on the rocks. I quickly, but not unkindly, ran off three different guys who wanted to buy me a drink and keep me company. I told all three of them, perhaps a bit too loudly, “No thanks, I'm waiting for a woman.”
Finally, this gorgeous redhead slipped onto the seat next to mine. She was quite tall and very well dressed. She ordered a Campari® Sanguinea and then she looked at me, batted extravagantly expensive eyelashes and ordered me another drink.
“Please give my new friend another of whatever that is,” she purred to the barkeeper as she nodded at my glass.
We sipped our drinks and chatted aimlessly about nothing. As I finished my third drink, I became more brazen and flirty, touching her hand when making a point, wetting my lips with my tongue, nodding my head so as to better display my damn fine breasts. I did all the things I do to successfully snare a guy. Apparently, it worked.
She took my hand in hers, held it, leaned close to me and said, “I have a room here. Let’s use it.”
We took the elevator to the fifth floor, then walked toward her room. Before we even got to it, we were making out like crazy in the hallway. I was grabbing her ass, squeezing her tits, pulling her hair, fucking her mouth with my tongue. It was incredibly hot and intense and I was so damn wet I swear I could hear my pussy squishing.
She had my top pulled off as we walked through the door. I kicked it shut and then kicked off my shoes. She slipped out of her shoes and held me tightly. She was at least four or five inches taller than me, and she really knew how to kiss. It was amazing! How the fuck had I missed out on this!
We collapsed on the bed and she almost ripped my dress off. She had my bra off in a flash and literally tore off my thong. It was rough, intense and exciting. Her mouth tasted delicious, an exhilarating combination of saliva, lipstick, and grapefruit, with overtones of lust.
I really wanted to taste her pussy, but she was obviously in charge. She sucked my nipples and spread my thighs wide apart. She pressed my clit with her thumb and shoved two fingers up my ass. As she went down on me, I marveled at how wonderful another woman’s tongue felt on and inside of my pussy. She sucked and nibbled and bit and it was pure bliss.
She pushed another finger up my ass and tongued my pussy mercilessly. I had taken as much as I could. I arched my back, dug my fingers into the bedspread, and screamed as I had the best orgasm ever!
Now it’s my turn. I thought gleefully.
She stood in front of me. She was beautiful, with sumptuous, long, luxurious red hair, only slightly mussed and cascading over her shoulders. Her blouse had vanished and she had removed her bra. Her breasts were simply stunning - perfect round full orbs, with nipples that were almost...artistic.
She was still wearing her skirt. She reached behind her and slowly unzipped it, then slowly tugged it over her hips. From there it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and stood only inches away from me. I could smell her... such a familiar scent.
The front of her slick wet panties just barely concealed a huge hard cock. I’ve seen a few cocks in my day, and this one was a dandy! “Fuck me!” I gasped in shock.
“Certainly,” she replied, smiling.
My mind was racing! I had seen a few shemales in porn clips on my computer. Some of them were very attractive, and entertaining and enthusiastic performers as well. However, none of those clips had quite the effect on me that this did. I was fascinated... entranced, and very excited. I’d wanted something “different” but I sure didn’t expect this. Still, this was what I had, so…
I reached out and grabbed the top of her panties. I pulled them down rather abruptly and freed that magnificent creature. The tip glistened in the dim light. I decided to taste what I had smelled only moments before. I took in about half the length. I sucked and slurped and stroked it. I caressed her balls. I looked up at her, released her cock from my mouth.
“I don’t really know what to do,” I whispered. She smiled (she really was so fucking beautiful..more beautiful than me, even).
“You could have fooled me,” she replied. “You were doing fine. Now let’s do this!”
She was between my thighs in an instant. She slipped that solid meaty cock inside me and started pounding away as vigorously as some high school boy who had just scored his first piece of ass! Her tits were pressed hard against mine, and she was kissing me so intensely. It was just fucking fantastic!
We were both panting and moaning, and I knew I was going to explode in moments.
“I want you to cum on me,” I shouted.
She pulled out, stood over me and stroked violently, and in seconds, she shot ropes of cum all over my tits and belly. I came as soon as the first hot splashes hit my skin.
We lay quietly next to one another for at least twenty minutes. I reflected on the evening’s events. It was really the best sex I’d ever had. That was for sure. But a little part of me was still disappointed that I hadn’t attained the goal I had set for myself. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at her.
“Hey,” I whispered. “By any chance, do you have a sister?”
I am certainly heterosexual, almost to a fault. I’d been with about a dozen men since... er... well... my twenty-fourth birthday three months ago. I knew how to snag a guy and get whatever I wanted, or needed, from him. I did so rather often, and I was happy that I could. I really enjoy sex, and I like men almost as much as men seem to like me. But there was this girl at work who, whenever I saw her, just really stirred my imagination.
I didn’t see her often enough to suit me. The copying machine is just in view of my minuscule cubicle. I can see her when she is making copies. She sort of leans on the machine with both elbows as the little light thingy swoops by. She always wears an appealing pencil skirt which accentuates her ass and sheer stockings adorn her shapely legs.
Last Thursday, she was making copies, and she was wearing stockings with seams up the back of her legs. I stared so hard I thought that my eyes might fall out of my head or that I would set her ass on fire. When she finished, she walked past my cube and looked in at me and gave me the sweetest little smile.
I was out of my chair and on my way to the Ladies Room in seconds. It was empty, and I slipped into the stall most distant from the door. I locked myself safely inside and then I pulled my skirt up and my panties down. I pressed my back to the wall, braced myself and eased my middle two fingers into my glistening slit.
I imagined that ass, those legs, that smile. I used my other hand to stroke my clit, then used that same hand to cover my mouth as I emitted a muffled scream when I had an intense orgasm. I tasted myself on my fingers, not that I was unaccustomed to that, and I decided then and there that I wanted sex with another woman. I am very, very goal orientated. I did not want a relationship with another woman. I wanted to fuck another woman.
Well, Friday invariably follows Thursday, and Friday nights are always a good time to hook up. I was out of the house at about eight thirty. I wore sheer black nylon Cuban heel seamed stockings, ridiculously high heels and a very tight, revealing black dress which put my tits on full display. I figured if that works on a man, it should work on a woman.
I hoped I could attract a woman with enough girl on girl experience to teach me a thing or two...or more. I sat at a bar in one of the city’s more elegant hotels sipping a Pinnacle® (distilled five times for smoothness!) citrus on the rocks. I quickly, but not unkindly, ran off three different guys who wanted to buy me a drink and keep me company. I told all three of them, perhaps a bit too loudly, “No thanks, I'm waiting for a woman.”
Finally, this gorgeous redhead slipped onto the seat next to mine. She was quite tall and very well dressed. She ordered a Campari® Sanguinea and then she looked at me, batted extravagantly expensive eyelashes and ordered me another drink.
“Please give my new friend another of whatever that is,” she purred to the barkeeper as she nodded at my glass.
We sipped our drinks and chatted aimlessly about nothing. As I finished my third drink, I became more brazen and flirty, touching her hand when making a point, wetting my lips with my tongue, nodding my head so as to better display my damn fine breasts. I did all the things I do to successfully snare a guy. Apparently, it worked.
She took my hand in hers, held it, leaned close to me and said, “I have a room here. Let’s use it.”
We took the elevator to the fifth floor, then walked toward her room. Before we even got to it, we were making out like crazy in the hallway. I was grabbing her ass, squeezing her tits, pulling her hair, fucking her mouth with my tongue. It was incredibly hot and intense and I was so damn wet I swear I could hear my pussy squishing.
She had my top pulled off as we walked through the door. I kicked it shut and then kicked off my shoes. She slipped out of her shoes and held me tightly. She was at least four or five inches taller than me, and she really knew how to kiss. It was amazing! How the fuck had I missed out on this!
We collapsed on the bed and she almost ripped my dress off. She had my bra off in a flash and literally tore off my thong. It was rough, intense and exciting. Her mouth tasted delicious, an exhilarating combination of saliva, lipstick, and grapefruit, with overtones of lust.
I really wanted to taste her pussy, but she was obviously in charge. She sucked my nipples and spread my thighs wide apart. She pressed my clit with her thumb and shoved two fingers up my ass. As she went down on me, I marveled at how wonderful another woman’s tongue felt on and inside of my pussy. She sucked and nibbled and bit and it was pure bliss.
She pushed another finger up my ass and tongued my pussy mercilessly. I had taken as much as I could. I arched my back, dug my fingers into the bedspread, and screamed as I had the best orgasm ever!
Now it’s my turn. I thought gleefully.
She stood in front of me. She was beautiful, with sumptuous, long, luxurious red hair, only slightly mussed and cascading over her shoulders. Her blouse had vanished and she had removed her bra. Her breasts were simply stunning - perfect round full orbs, with nipples that were almost...artistic.
She was still wearing her skirt. She reached behind her and slowly unzipped it, then slowly tugged it over her hips. From there it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and stood only inches away from me. I could smell her... such a familiar scent.
The front of her slick wet panties just barely concealed a huge hard cock. I’ve seen a few cocks in my day, and this one was a dandy! “Fuck me!” I gasped in shock.
“Certainly,” she replied, smiling.
My mind was racing! I had seen a few shemales in porn clips on my computer. Some of them were very attractive, and entertaining and enthusiastic performers as well. However, none of those clips had quite the effect on me that this did. I was fascinated... entranced, and very excited. I’d wanted something “different” but I sure didn’t expect this. Still, this was what I had, so…
I reached out and grabbed the top of her panties. I pulled them down rather abruptly and freed that magnificent creature. The tip glistened in the dim light. I decided to taste what I had smelled only moments before. I took in about half the length. I sucked and slurped and stroked it. I caressed her balls. I looked up at her, released her cock from my mouth.
“I don’t really know what to do,” I whispered. She smiled (she really was so fucking beautiful..more beautiful than me, even).
“You could have fooled me,” she replied. “You were doing fine. Now let’s do this!”
She was between my thighs in an instant. She slipped that solid meaty cock inside me and started pounding away as vigorously as some high school boy who had just scored his first piece of ass! Her tits were pressed hard against mine, and she was kissing me so intensely. It was just fucking fantastic!
We were both panting and moaning, and I knew I was going to explode in moments.
“I want you to cum on me,” I shouted.
She pulled out, stood over me and stroked violently, and in seconds, she shot ropes of cum all over my tits and belly. I came as soon as the first hot splashes hit my skin.
We lay quietly next to one another for at least twenty minutes. I reflected on the evening’s events. It was really the best sex I’d ever had. That was for sure. But a little part of me was still disappointed that I hadn’t attained the goal I had set for myself. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at her.
“Hey,” I whispered. “By any chance, do you have a sister?”
Virginia
- 18.06.2022
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