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If anything has excited or liberated it's the image of women masturbating. As a woman, it is something we all grew up doing in the privacy of ourselves or with our husbands, but never in the view of other men.
Strangers having even a glimpse of something considered sacred to a woman's soul, would indeed be rare, to be in possession of such imagery, would be sanctimony to our very being, tantamount to surrender and shame.
Now we are liberated. The internet is awash with videos of wives and daughters, females falling from grace, from upon the pedestals where we once perched, today we kneel before men, more than likely, sucking their cocks at the slightest whim or suggestion, or being buggered, because some man's wife wont let him do it to her, or better still, in the eyes of some, men and women, spying on their daughters, knowing men will pay for such information.
We have become internet whores, free to express our own sexual needs and deviancies, to go to bars looking for men for a quickie, before going home to our husbands and c***dren, to have a shag at work, relieve the tension, but more important than that, just do it for the sake that people simply want to fuck, even those who are married, unlike me, a divorcee in my thirties, who goes looking for men after a days hard work, craving a cock in my cunt, feeling a man's seed run down my inner thigh, knowing he was there and enjoyed my existence.
My Name id Mariel, I am 35, and I am a Sex Addict.
I glance nervously up at the clock on the wall, it reads 17:32, halve an hour ago I was sitting at me desk, thinking about being here, a dirty little bar at the far side of town, waiting for a dirty man wanting to put his cock inside me and cum.
I could feel myself tighten as he penetrated me, but with one small problem, I was alone and tortured, as each minute passed and my need increased, I twisted in discomfort, but thankfully men were now arriving, surely one would see me and take me around back, into the alley and give what I needed.
'Hi', I jumped, his sudden appearance jolted me back to my senses, 'looking for company', he continued, knowing fine well women like me were always looking for company?
I did not answer him, there was no need to, this bar was suggested to me by another woman, 'The men there knew what we need', she told me, 'and some of them are hung like donkeys', I swallowed hard at the thought, 'ask for Brian, say Lulu recommended, he will know'.
Women passing on fuck information to other women, how times have changed, 'You Brian', I asked him, as I reached into my bag for a cigarette?
He smiled, he was in his fifties, craggy looking, he obviously worked in the steel mill down the road, so not surprising he looked like he did, 'Who's asking', he replied?
I lit my cigarette, 'A friend of Lulu's', I replied as I drew hard on the cigarette and released a volume of acrid smoke into his face, I swallowed hard, as the tension built and my cunt seeped my need for him.
He shifted his position and I felt his working boots touch my stilettos, 'Sorry', he apologised, 'It's OK', I replied, as I parted my feet to accommodate his boot.
He picked up his drink and downed it in one go, looked at me, then my glass, I got the meaning, and did likewise, and put my glass back on the table, he signalled the barman and put two fingers up.
I just knew he was what I wanted, and when the girl came over with our girls, she smiled at him, then looked at me, as if she knew my reason for being in the bar, 'Go easy Brian', she mocked, 'you might need all your strength', then disappeared as quickly as she had come.
'Quite a little Harem you have here Brian'? I had a sense of satisfaction knowing I had the right man, now I knew his name.
'What has Lulu, being telling you', he queried?
'Nothing much', I replied, adding surreptitiously, 'well she did mention you were hung like a Donkey', I had to smile at the ease with which I said it, I wanted him to know I was his equal and he was providing me with a service.
'Still don't know who you are', he queried?
'What's to know Brian', I paused before adding, 'I'm just a girl looking for a cock for hire to fuck', he moved again against my leg, reminding me he was between them.
We sat in silence a little more, downed our drinks and waved for some more, 'Take your panties off and put them on the table'!
I was momentarily shocked at his command, but as it echoed in my head, it made me feel as cheap as I was, a dirty tart gagging for a fuck, so without answering, I started to get up, 'Where are you going', he asked me, to the toilet to do what you want', I replied?
He extended his arm out and stopped me, 'Take them off here, I want to see you do it'.
The bar was crowded but dark, and here in the cubical darker still, I was being challenged but it excited me, Lulu was right, this man knew a thing or two, as my hands eased my skirt higher, and I pulled my panties over my hips, down my stockinged thighs and all the way down my legs.
I reached down and retrieved the flimsy wispy covering, more tease than substance, and I put them on the table top, black and netted, in open view, just as the girl returned with another round of drinks, ordered a few minutes ago.
She put the drinks down beside my discarded panties, she had a broad smile on her face as she looked at them, 'What do you think of them Suzy', Brian asked her?
Suzy looked at me, put her tray down and picked up my knickers, seeing her long fingers toy with the material, and open the wet gusset, she smiled again, 'Expensive' she said in a seductive manner, 'Erotic with a sense of purpose', she continued, her voice thickening as she was obviously aware that they had been covering my wet cunt moments ago.
She lifted them up and under her nose and drew in deeply, before drawing her tongue across the gusset, she looked me deeply in my eyes, 'and obviously needing a good fuck'.
I smiled, I found her intervention erotic, I like women who liked women, 'Can I keep them', she asked me, 'If you put them on now', I replied, and I watched her crumble them in her hand and walk away.
I was light-headed and tipsy, the hard liqueur was doing it's job, and my urgent need was adding to my inflamed body.
'I think you have a friend in Suzy', he said, 'you like girls'?
I lit another cigarette, 'Yes I do', I replied, it had been many years since I went to bed with one, but right now I would drop on all fours and willingly take on a pack of dogs, so yes I was open to suggestions.
'Slide towards me' he ordered, and I did as he bade, my legs parting as his was between mine.
He reached under the table and touched my inner thigh, and I could feel his rough skin catch on the nylon fabric of my stockings, until he touched the warmth of my soft skin, the silkiness and smoothness, inches from the wet lips of my cunt.
He heard me catch my breath as his fingertip touched my labia, and it opened like a flower, parting in expectation, 'You like to have your cunt touched', he stated boldly, I squirmed and slid forward to get some penetration, ignoring his comment?
He toyed with my labia, sliding up and down my wetness, he could feel the slight suction of my hole drawing on his fingertip as I tried in vain to suck him inside.
I was angry with his teasing and toying, agitated, 'We need to go', I said, adding 'Now', with venom, I had never been on heat for a man like this before, and I was begging behind the veneer of anger, and he knew it.
'Are you married', he asked me calmly, 'What has that to do with it', I answered?
'I need to gauge your need', he tormented. 'What'! I paused a little, 'I want a fuck, just a fuck, what else is there to know', I demanded?
'Not for you but for me', he replied.
'You need inspiration', I asked him?
He nodded, and as strange as it sounded, I thought I understood.
'Divorced, and I am 35, with a daughter aged 14, we live alone, and I like to fuck men'.
I managed to blurt it all out in one go, 'Can we go now', and as I said it I looked at the clock again, it was 18:45, and he saw me looking.
'Your daughter, she will be waiting', I nodded?
'Call her', he ordered. I saw a momentary flash in his eye, as if my daughter meant something important, and why not, perhaps my f******n year old daughter would be like her mother, I reached into my bag ad brought out my phone, I could see his eyes light-up, he was turned on.
The phone rang and Kirsty answered, she sounded sweet, 'Hi baby', I said, 'I am with a friend and will be another hour or so', I continued.
'Let me speak to her', I surrendered my phone to him and lit another cigarette.
'Hi Kirsty, I'm Brian, an acquaintance of your mums, how are you'? He was polite and the use of the word 'acquaintance', appropriate, as my daughter fully understood my affliction.
'What are you doing sweetheart', he was drooling down the fucking phone to her?
'Watching a movie', her voice sounded tremulous, she was talking to one of her mother's escorts for sex, I could only imagine what was going through her head.
'Is it a sexy movie'? I froze, I knew where he was going with this, I heard her answer, 'A little'.
He laughed down the phone, no doubt to put her at ease, 'I bet you're being a naughty girl' he purred down the line.
I felt helpless, my arms felt weak, I could not reach out to grab the phone, and when my daughter said, 'Sometimes', I realized to my deep shame, he had her where he wanted her, so quick and so easy.
' I'm bringing your mother home right now Kirsty'. I heard her excitedly reply, 'OK, see you soon', he handed me the phone and I put it into my bag, 'Shall we go', I got up and went with him, the night ahead will be another story as only a woman can describe it, hopefully there will be enough men asking me.
Strangers having even a glimpse of something considered sacred to a woman's soul, would indeed be rare, to be in possession of such imagery, would be sanctimony to our very being, tantamount to surrender and shame.
Now we are liberated. The internet is awash with videos of wives and daughters, females falling from grace, from upon the pedestals where we once perched, today we kneel before men, more than likely, sucking their cocks at the slightest whim or suggestion, or being buggered, because some man's wife wont let him do it to her, or better still, in the eyes of some, men and women, spying on their daughters, knowing men will pay for such information.
We have become internet whores, free to express our own sexual needs and deviancies, to go to bars looking for men for a quickie, before going home to our husbands and c***dren, to have a shag at work, relieve the tension, but more important than that, just do it for the sake that people simply want to fuck, even those who are married, unlike me, a divorcee in my thirties, who goes looking for men after a days hard work, craving a cock in my cunt, feeling a man's seed run down my inner thigh, knowing he was there and enjoyed my existence.
My Name id Mariel, I am 35, and I am a Sex Addict.
I glance nervously up at the clock on the wall, it reads 17:32, halve an hour ago I was sitting at me desk, thinking about being here, a dirty little bar at the far side of town, waiting for a dirty man wanting to put his cock inside me and cum.
I could feel myself tighten as he penetrated me, but with one small problem, I was alone and tortured, as each minute passed and my need increased, I twisted in discomfort, but thankfully men were now arriving, surely one would see me and take me around back, into the alley and give what I needed.
'Hi', I jumped, his sudden appearance jolted me back to my senses, 'looking for company', he continued, knowing fine well women like me were always looking for company?
I did not answer him, there was no need to, this bar was suggested to me by another woman, 'The men there knew what we need', she told me, 'and some of them are hung like donkeys', I swallowed hard at the thought, 'ask for Brian, say Lulu recommended, he will know'.
Women passing on fuck information to other women, how times have changed, 'You Brian', I asked him, as I reached into my bag for a cigarette?
He smiled, he was in his fifties, craggy looking, he obviously worked in the steel mill down the road, so not surprising he looked like he did, 'Who's asking', he replied?
I lit my cigarette, 'A friend of Lulu's', I replied as I drew hard on the cigarette and released a volume of acrid smoke into his face, I swallowed hard, as the tension built and my cunt seeped my need for him.
He shifted his position and I felt his working boots touch my stilettos, 'Sorry', he apologised, 'It's OK', I replied, as I parted my feet to accommodate his boot.
He picked up his drink and downed it in one go, looked at me, then my glass, I got the meaning, and did likewise, and put my glass back on the table, he signalled the barman and put two fingers up.
I just knew he was what I wanted, and when the girl came over with our girls, she smiled at him, then looked at me, as if she knew my reason for being in the bar, 'Go easy Brian', she mocked, 'you might need all your strength', then disappeared as quickly as she had come.
'Quite a little Harem you have here Brian'? I had a sense of satisfaction knowing I had the right man, now I knew his name.
'What has Lulu, being telling you', he queried?
'Nothing much', I replied, adding surreptitiously, 'well she did mention you were hung like a Donkey', I had to smile at the ease with which I said it, I wanted him to know I was his equal and he was providing me with a service.
'Still don't know who you are', he queried?
'What's to know Brian', I paused before adding, 'I'm just a girl looking for a cock for hire to fuck', he moved again against my leg, reminding me he was between them.
We sat in silence a little more, downed our drinks and waved for some more, 'Take your panties off and put them on the table'!
I was momentarily shocked at his command, but as it echoed in my head, it made me feel as cheap as I was, a dirty tart gagging for a fuck, so without answering, I started to get up, 'Where are you going', he asked me, to the toilet to do what you want', I replied?
He extended his arm out and stopped me, 'Take them off here, I want to see you do it'.
The bar was crowded but dark, and here in the cubical darker still, I was being challenged but it excited me, Lulu was right, this man knew a thing or two, as my hands eased my skirt higher, and I pulled my panties over my hips, down my stockinged thighs and all the way down my legs.
I reached down and retrieved the flimsy wispy covering, more tease than substance, and I put them on the table top, black and netted, in open view, just as the girl returned with another round of drinks, ordered a few minutes ago.
She put the drinks down beside my discarded panties, she had a broad smile on her face as she looked at them, 'What do you think of them Suzy', Brian asked her?
Suzy looked at me, put her tray down and picked up my knickers, seeing her long fingers toy with the material, and open the wet gusset, she smiled again, 'Expensive' she said in a seductive manner, 'Erotic with a sense of purpose', she continued, her voice thickening as she was obviously aware that they had been covering my wet cunt moments ago.
She lifted them up and under her nose and drew in deeply, before drawing her tongue across the gusset, she looked me deeply in my eyes, 'and obviously needing a good fuck'.
I smiled, I found her intervention erotic, I like women who liked women, 'Can I keep them', she asked me, 'If you put them on now', I replied, and I watched her crumble them in her hand and walk away.
I was light-headed and tipsy, the hard liqueur was doing it's job, and my urgent need was adding to my inflamed body.
'I think you have a friend in Suzy', he said, 'you like girls'?
I lit another cigarette, 'Yes I do', I replied, it had been many years since I went to bed with one, but right now I would drop on all fours and willingly take on a pack of dogs, so yes I was open to suggestions.
'Slide towards me' he ordered, and I did as he bade, my legs parting as his was between mine.
He reached under the table and touched my inner thigh, and I could feel his rough skin catch on the nylon fabric of my stockings, until he touched the warmth of my soft skin, the silkiness and smoothness, inches from the wet lips of my cunt.
He heard me catch my breath as his fingertip touched my labia, and it opened like a flower, parting in expectation, 'You like to have your cunt touched', he stated boldly, I squirmed and slid forward to get some penetration, ignoring his comment?
He toyed with my labia, sliding up and down my wetness, he could feel the slight suction of my hole drawing on his fingertip as I tried in vain to suck him inside.
I was angry with his teasing and toying, agitated, 'We need to go', I said, adding 'Now', with venom, I had never been on heat for a man like this before, and I was begging behind the veneer of anger, and he knew it.
'Are you married', he asked me calmly, 'What has that to do with it', I answered?
'I need to gauge your need', he tormented. 'What'! I paused a little, 'I want a fuck, just a fuck, what else is there to know', I demanded?
'Not for you but for me', he replied.
'You need inspiration', I asked him?
He nodded, and as strange as it sounded, I thought I understood.
'Divorced, and I am 35, with a daughter aged 14, we live alone, and I like to fuck men'.
I managed to blurt it all out in one go, 'Can we go now', and as I said it I looked at the clock again, it was 18:45, and he saw me looking.
'Your daughter, she will be waiting', I nodded?
'Call her', he ordered. I saw a momentary flash in his eye, as if my daughter meant something important, and why not, perhaps my f******n year old daughter would be like her mother, I reached into my bag ad brought out my phone, I could see his eyes light-up, he was turned on.
The phone rang and Kirsty answered, she sounded sweet, 'Hi baby', I said, 'I am with a friend and will be another hour or so', I continued.
'Let me speak to her', I surrendered my phone to him and lit another cigarette.
'Hi Kirsty, I'm Brian, an acquaintance of your mums, how are you'? He was polite and the use of the word 'acquaintance', appropriate, as my daughter fully understood my affliction.
'What are you doing sweetheart', he was drooling down the fucking phone to her?
'Watching a movie', her voice sounded tremulous, she was talking to one of her mother's escorts for sex, I could only imagine what was going through her head.
'Is it a sexy movie'? I froze, I knew where he was going with this, I heard her answer, 'A little'.
He laughed down the phone, no doubt to put her at ease, 'I bet you're being a naughty girl' he purred down the line.
I felt helpless, my arms felt weak, I could not reach out to grab the phone, and when my daughter said, 'Sometimes', I realized to my deep shame, he had her where he wanted her, so quick and so easy.
' I'm bringing your mother home right now Kirsty'. I heard her excitedly reply, 'OK, see you soon', he handed me the phone and I put it into my bag, 'Shall we go', I got up and went with him, the night ahead will be another story as only a woman can describe it, hopefully there will be enough men asking me.
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