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“Oh my God!” That was all could think.
He put his entire cock in me on the first thrust. I was wet, I had been anticipating this little tryst. But still I was taken aback as my vaginal canal completely filled with warm flesh. The head was stubby with a wide rim, enough such that you could feel it. His girth was average, not too big. It was the length that told the story. It was clear from the first thrust that my cervix would be involved in this hookup. He either had to step forward with each pump or bend awkwardly at the waist to push his dick in me completely. No time was wasted. No foreplay was afforded either of us. I had planned this quickie so it was all work, which in my mind equaled all play. Large hands grabbed my ass cheeks as if pinching fistfuls of flesh. The unfamiliar paws plus the womb wounding length of cock made this fact palpable; this was not my husband.
I had told my husband, Patrick to meet me at Zebos. I knew he was hooking up with friends to watch the basketball game, but we could connect later. I have no interest in sports. I entertain myself by playing mind games with others. So I knew I would be distracting to him and his friends and we went out separately earlier in the evening expecting to connect with each other later. Before he left, I gave him a sloppy blowjob. I love giving head. I learned that making eye contact had a profound effect on men when sucking dick. I kept my eyes locked on his. I barely blinked. I like to think I fuck with my eyes as well as my mouth when giving head. I let plenty of spit fall from my lips. I made quite the mess, but never broke eye contact. I would deep throat and get that thick saliva from the back of my mouth, then lick his shaft longways letting my spit cover my chin, his cock, my hand. I took my right hand and pushed him against the wall and stroked him to orgasm with my left. I took his cum in my mouth until he was empty. I stood up, never losing eye contact. I let his cum dribble over my lip, down my chin, and string down onto my tits. I look at porn often and I was just as hot as any whore I’d seen online. I learned what to do and how to do it. Now I’m proud of my inner whore. I let her out often. With cum from my lip to my navel, I told him, “I want this cum in my cunt tonight. Watch your phone. I’ll give you directions.”
He left. Off to enjoy sports and beer with the guys. My man was satisfied. I knew a good way for us to hook up later, but didn’t want to seem eager so I waited to send him directions. I focused and got myself together. Took a shower, let my hair dry, my nails still looked good and I had shaved the day before. I knew I would have time to kill before we hooked up, so I dressed to impress. Who? Well everyone of course! Tonight would be panty free. I pulled on some lavender pantyhose I had removed the crotch from. I do that with most of my hosiery. With my sexual appetite and desire for public promiscuity, it is just easier to have instant access. Plus, it just feels good to keep the beaver breathing. I love these hose, they shimmer even in low light. I put on a purple bra because it matched. This one is padded which isn’t really sexy to me, but the unprinted fabric matches the sheen in my pantyhose. The minidress I slip on is matching purple. It doesn’t have the sheen of the bra, but the colors match. It allows just the upper edges of my bra to show, making it appear to be another layer to the dress. Without a bra, my tits wouldn’t stay in the dress so they worked together well. Some purple open toed wedges finished the outfit. I looked great, I felt hot. My dress was just long enough to cover my ass and allow me to sit if needed. It was a good mix of plenty to see and plenty to imagine.
I headed out. I got to Zebos knowing there was plenty of time left in the game Patrick and the guys were watching. I doubt it was even half time yet. I parked and went in. I smiled at every single guy that turned to look at me. The crowd here was about the party. Lots of music, lots of talking, and great atmosphere. No one here cared much for sports, I loved it! I took a seat next to the first guy to offer me a drink. Neither were in short supply. The band was playing, the drinks were flowing, I was having a great time. I finally texted Patrick, “back room of Zebos, 1105pm. I’ll be wet and waiting”. I hit the send button.
One guy didn’t care if I was married, he was into me. He bought my drinks all night. We talked and laughed, had a great time. For his generosity I gave him a handjob. I made it conditional though, “If I give you a handjob”, I told him, “you have to leave for the night”. The husband was coming for me and I didn’t want trouble to arise. He agreed and we separately arrived at the back room upstairs. He had his dick out waiting for me as I turned on the light. “Well, we should lube that thing up, huh” I said. I instantly gobbled him up, I mean really! Who gives hand jobs anymore. He pulled away as he orgasmed, I didn’t see where it went. No matter, a dried spot on the floor wouldn’t mean much to anyone. “alright” I said. “I kept my end of the bargain. See you some other time”. He split. I stayed a few minutes. I wanted to arrange the room a little for my fuck session with Patrick. I pulled an old club chair across from the door and to the left so no one could see me when he opened it. I would leave the lights off, just sexier that way. Fuck, cum, then back to the party.
I came back downstairs. “Shit!” I thought. I had left my purse and phone at the bar. No one had taken them. “Stupid move on my part” I said to myself. I checked my phone it was 1040pm. “Sex for me soon!”, I was excited.
Another drink came to me from the bartender, but I didn’t see who he said sent it to me. I smoked a cigarette and watched the band. I finished my drink and headed back upstairs to the back room. No one ever went back there. They stored beer and liquor in another room. You had to walk past the bathrooms, pool table and dart board to get to it. It was out of the way and the band drowned out any amount of noise you made back there. It was 11 o’clock. I left the lights out as planned. I lifted my dress and gave my pussy a good rubbing. A little tug on the lips, then some clit, back to the lips. I wiped my juices all around. I was excited, I had a good flow going. I bent over the chair just a couple minutes before the door opened.
As he continued to thrust I thought of the pain versus pleasure debate. He was hitting my cervix regularly, but the amount of skin rubbing back and forth across my g spot was incredible. He wasn’t rock hard, but his warmth felt so good. I felt like I was being impaled. I imagined my feet dangling above the floor as he raised my torso up to sit against his with only his cock as my support. He slowed and I got to enjoy his length with intoxicating pleasure. I had to maintain though, because, well who was this?!?
I hadn’t realized I offered no verbal debate or inquisitiveness. I let him in and now what? My mind flooded with orgasm. My moaning and grunting was doing nothing but offering affirmation for a continued pounding. I was a little nervous, but nothing rough was taking place aside from some squeezed ass cheeks. Without thought I began thrusting back against him. Our skin was slapping with each pump. He reached around my chest and pulled my tits out. At first he cupped them and continued to pump me. I snorted as I struggled to keep my breath. That made me lose all inhibitions. Out came the dirty talk, “Kill that cunt” I grunted. He grabbed my nipples and pulled hard. He pinched them and yanked straight down and continued as he breathed heavier. I continued snorting, I don’t know what came over me. I was a fuck pig slut. He finally pushed one final time into my cervix as hard as he could, I yelped. He came, I could feel it. It was warm. I could feel it stay deep in me. I took a deep breath.
As I exhaled, he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around quickly shoving me out the door. “Shit!”
I quickly shoved my tits back in my bra and tried to collect myself. People were playing pool and throwing darts, but the band kept most of the sound washed out. I tried to walk casually past everyone and go the the bathroom. I could barely walk. My legs were quivering, I was still out of breath, I was sweating. I sat on the toilet, but nothing came out. “Damnit!” I tried to hurry back downstairs. I found my purse and phone still sitting at the bar. I grabbed my phone to check the time; where was my husband? I missed one text, “running late, game in overtime”.
Patrick eventually showed up. His first question was “what’s in your hair?” Apparently he had found the missing cum shot from my friend from earlier. I asked if he sent a friend to keep me company while he ran late.
“No, why?”, he asked.
“A girl gets lonely”, I replied.
“Still want to fuck?”, he continued.
“Let’s wait a while”, I said. “I need a break”, I smiled and turned away as he furrowed his brow in question to my statement.
I never did see who came out of the back room. I didn’t realize that I had cum in my hair half the night. It probably gave me away, “this girl is up to no good” it illustrated. My outfit didn’t hide my sexual desires at all. What I realized later on was that it also didn’t hide the cum hidden deep in my womb. Patrick noticed a small wet spot on the bottom of the back of my skirt.
“Spill your drink?’, he asked. I snorted a small laugh.
He put his entire cock in me on the first thrust. I was wet, I had been anticipating this little tryst. But still I was taken aback as my vaginal canal completely filled with warm flesh. The head was stubby with a wide rim, enough such that you could feel it. His girth was average, not too big. It was the length that told the story. It was clear from the first thrust that my cervix would be involved in this hookup. He either had to step forward with each pump or bend awkwardly at the waist to push his dick in me completely. No time was wasted. No foreplay was afforded either of us. I had planned this quickie so it was all work, which in my mind equaled all play. Large hands grabbed my ass cheeks as if pinching fistfuls of flesh. The unfamiliar paws plus the womb wounding length of cock made this fact palpable; this was not my husband.
I had told my husband, Patrick to meet me at Zebos. I knew he was hooking up with friends to watch the basketball game, but we could connect later. I have no interest in sports. I entertain myself by playing mind games with others. So I knew I would be distracting to him and his friends and we went out separately earlier in the evening expecting to connect with each other later. Before he left, I gave him a sloppy blowjob. I love giving head. I learned that making eye contact had a profound effect on men when sucking dick. I kept my eyes locked on his. I barely blinked. I like to think I fuck with my eyes as well as my mouth when giving head. I let plenty of spit fall from my lips. I made quite the mess, but never broke eye contact. I would deep throat and get that thick saliva from the back of my mouth, then lick his shaft longways letting my spit cover my chin, his cock, my hand. I took my right hand and pushed him against the wall and stroked him to orgasm with my left. I took his cum in my mouth until he was empty. I stood up, never losing eye contact. I let his cum dribble over my lip, down my chin, and string down onto my tits. I look at porn often and I was just as hot as any whore I’d seen online. I learned what to do and how to do it. Now I’m proud of my inner whore. I let her out often. With cum from my lip to my navel, I told him, “I want this cum in my cunt tonight. Watch your phone. I’ll give you directions.”
He left. Off to enjoy sports and beer with the guys. My man was satisfied. I knew a good way for us to hook up later, but didn’t want to seem eager so I waited to send him directions. I focused and got myself together. Took a shower, let my hair dry, my nails still looked good and I had shaved the day before. I knew I would have time to kill before we hooked up, so I dressed to impress. Who? Well everyone of course! Tonight would be panty free. I pulled on some lavender pantyhose I had removed the crotch from. I do that with most of my hosiery. With my sexual appetite and desire for public promiscuity, it is just easier to have instant access. Plus, it just feels good to keep the beaver breathing. I love these hose, they shimmer even in low light. I put on a purple bra because it matched. This one is padded which isn’t really sexy to me, but the unprinted fabric matches the sheen in my pantyhose. The minidress I slip on is matching purple. It doesn’t have the sheen of the bra, but the colors match. It allows just the upper edges of my bra to show, making it appear to be another layer to the dress. Without a bra, my tits wouldn’t stay in the dress so they worked together well. Some purple open toed wedges finished the outfit. I looked great, I felt hot. My dress was just long enough to cover my ass and allow me to sit if needed. It was a good mix of plenty to see and plenty to imagine.
I headed out. I got to Zebos knowing there was plenty of time left in the game Patrick and the guys were watching. I doubt it was even half time yet. I parked and went in. I smiled at every single guy that turned to look at me. The crowd here was about the party. Lots of music, lots of talking, and great atmosphere. No one here cared much for sports, I loved it! I took a seat next to the first guy to offer me a drink. Neither were in short supply. The band was playing, the drinks were flowing, I was having a great time. I finally texted Patrick, “back room of Zebos, 1105pm. I’ll be wet and waiting”. I hit the send button.
One guy didn’t care if I was married, he was into me. He bought my drinks all night. We talked and laughed, had a great time. For his generosity I gave him a handjob. I made it conditional though, “If I give you a handjob”, I told him, “you have to leave for the night”. The husband was coming for me and I didn’t want trouble to arise. He agreed and we separately arrived at the back room upstairs. He had his dick out waiting for me as I turned on the light. “Well, we should lube that thing up, huh” I said. I instantly gobbled him up, I mean really! Who gives hand jobs anymore. He pulled away as he orgasmed, I didn’t see where it went. No matter, a dried spot on the floor wouldn’t mean much to anyone. “alright” I said. “I kept my end of the bargain. See you some other time”. He split. I stayed a few minutes. I wanted to arrange the room a little for my fuck session with Patrick. I pulled an old club chair across from the door and to the left so no one could see me when he opened it. I would leave the lights off, just sexier that way. Fuck, cum, then back to the party.
I came back downstairs. “Shit!” I thought. I had left my purse and phone at the bar. No one had taken them. “Stupid move on my part” I said to myself. I checked my phone it was 1040pm. “Sex for me soon!”, I was excited.
Another drink came to me from the bartender, but I didn’t see who he said sent it to me. I smoked a cigarette and watched the band. I finished my drink and headed back upstairs to the back room. No one ever went back there. They stored beer and liquor in another room. You had to walk past the bathrooms, pool table and dart board to get to it. It was out of the way and the band drowned out any amount of noise you made back there. It was 11 o’clock. I left the lights out as planned. I lifted my dress and gave my pussy a good rubbing. A little tug on the lips, then some clit, back to the lips. I wiped my juices all around. I was excited, I had a good flow going. I bent over the chair just a couple minutes before the door opened.
As he continued to thrust I thought of the pain versus pleasure debate. He was hitting my cervix regularly, but the amount of skin rubbing back and forth across my g spot was incredible. He wasn’t rock hard, but his warmth felt so good. I felt like I was being impaled. I imagined my feet dangling above the floor as he raised my torso up to sit against his with only his cock as my support. He slowed and I got to enjoy his length with intoxicating pleasure. I had to maintain though, because, well who was this?!?
I hadn’t realized I offered no verbal debate or inquisitiveness. I let him in and now what? My mind flooded with orgasm. My moaning and grunting was doing nothing but offering affirmation for a continued pounding. I was a little nervous, but nothing rough was taking place aside from some squeezed ass cheeks. Without thought I began thrusting back against him. Our skin was slapping with each pump. He reached around my chest and pulled my tits out. At first he cupped them and continued to pump me. I snorted as I struggled to keep my breath. That made me lose all inhibitions. Out came the dirty talk, “Kill that cunt” I grunted. He grabbed my nipples and pulled hard. He pinched them and yanked straight down and continued as he breathed heavier. I continued snorting, I don’t know what came over me. I was a fuck pig slut. He finally pushed one final time into my cervix as hard as he could, I yelped. He came, I could feel it. It was warm. I could feel it stay deep in me. I took a deep breath.
As I exhaled, he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around quickly shoving me out the door. “Shit!”
I quickly shoved my tits back in my bra and tried to collect myself. People were playing pool and throwing darts, but the band kept most of the sound washed out. I tried to walk casually past everyone and go the the bathroom. I could barely walk. My legs were quivering, I was still out of breath, I was sweating. I sat on the toilet, but nothing came out. “Damnit!” I tried to hurry back downstairs. I found my purse and phone still sitting at the bar. I grabbed my phone to check the time; where was my husband? I missed one text, “running late, game in overtime”.
Patrick eventually showed up. His first question was “what’s in your hair?” Apparently he had found the missing cum shot from my friend from earlier. I asked if he sent a friend to keep me company while he ran late.
“No, why?”, he asked.
“A girl gets lonely”, I replied.
“Still want to fuck?”, he continued.
“Let’s wait a while”, I said. “I need a break”, I smiled and turned away as he furrowed his brow in question to my statement.
I never did see who came out of the back room. I didn’t realize that I had cum in my hair half the night. It probably gave me away, “this girl is up to no good” it illustrated. My outfit didn’t hide my sexual desires at all. What I realized later on was that it also didn’t hide the cum hidden deep in my womb. Patrick noticed a small wet spot on the bottom of the back of my skirt.
“Spill your drink?’, he asked. I snorted a small laugh.
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