My First Bra - Part 9 free porn video

In Part 8 my wife had us stop for some stockings to go on my newly waxed legs. While there we ended up looking at some corsets, then a blouse, and then new tight slacks. I ended up wearing the clothes out of the store. Then my wife convinced we we needed some new sandals to go with my new clothes. We ended up buying four pair of shoes, including a pair of red pumps, with four inch heels, what my wife called 'fuck-me pumps'. She got me to walk back to our car in a pair of espadrilles and my new clothes. We were almost back to the car when we saw Lucy, a woman from work who loves to tease me. She thought it was funny to see me all dressed up and said she couldn't wait to tell my boss and the other girls I work with. I had no idea what I was going to do as we got back into the car. I was quiet as my wife drove us home. I was deep in thought about what to do about my hair, and about Lucy seeing us. "You look upset honey. What's wrong," asked my wife. I was upset. Upset with my wife, but I didn't want to tell her. "Nothing," I replied. I was close to tears. "Now, honey," she replied. I know you better than that. I can always tell when you're upset. Please tell me." I started to cry. "Why did you make me wear those clothes out of the store? I didn't want to do that. And if I hadn't then Lucy wouldn't have seen me and made fun of me." She reached over and took my hand. "Now honey, I didn't MAKE you wear those clothes out of the store. You wanted to wear them. You liked them so much you didn't want to take them off, you wanted to wear them home, remember?" "I never said that," I replied, still crying. "You said that was what I wanted." "That's right, but did you disagree?" she responded. "No you didn't disagree. And why was that? It's because it is what you wanted. You did love those clothes and didn't want to take them off, didn't you?" "uh... well I guess so," I replied. "In the dressing room you just loved how that corset made your little boobies look," she continued. "And when you put on those tight pants you drifted off into some dream land when saw how good your ass looked; probably dreaming about Alison and her strap-on." I blushed as she said that. "How did you know I was thinking about Alison?" I asked. "Oh, honey, you are so obvious," she replied. "I know what you want, what you are thinking." "But why did we have to go get the shoes?" I asked. "Because the shoes you have don't go with that outfit, honey," she continued. "But you didn't object one bit. And why? Because you wanted some cute shoes to go with the new outfit. And weren't the shoes we found very cute? Those espadrilles you're wearing go great with th rest of your outfit. And those red pumps. Ooooh, you're going to love those shoes!" I wasn't crying anymore. "You're right," I said reluctantly. "But I wish we hadn't seen Lucy. She just made fun of me." "I really wish you'd quit worrying so much about what other people think and start listening to what they actually say," she replied. "What do you mean?" I asked. "What did Adrienne say about the corset and the blouse?" she asked. "She said it was gorgeous. And the women watching you. They said you didn't look too bad in those clothes. And the girl at the shoe store said the espadrilles looked adorable with your outfit. Now didn't they?" "Yes," I replied reluctantly. "But those women in the store thought I was some kind of wierdo." "Those women just hadn't seen a man who enjoyed women's clothes before," she continued. "Once Adrienne and I explained the facts to them they were jealous of the wonderful husband I have and wondered how they could get their husbands to do the same thing." "Yes, but Lucy made fun of me," I offered. "Honey, Lucy always teases you. She teases everybody. She really likes you and that's just her way of showing it to you. She would have teased you about something else if it hadn't been your clothes. And did you listen to what Lucy actually said? She said the hairstyle was definitely you and she'd never seen you look better. Now what about all these things should upset you?" She was right. Lucy would have teased me about something else if it hadn't been my clothes. Maybe it's not so bad that she saw me in these clothes. After all, if I fix my hair right and go to work Monday looking like a guy the other girls will think she was just kidding, just Lucy teasing me about being such a girl. That might just work. If I wear my regular clothes then they may not even really notice my hair. Sure they will notice it's been cut, and they'll probably notice the blonde highlights but it might not really be that obvious. I know it's a bit feminine, but I bet I could hide that if I just brush it right. Having convinced myself that it would probably be okay, I relaxed a bit on the rest of the way home. I even noticed that I'd gotten used to the corset. In all the excitement I'd forgotten how tight it was. I could breathe normally. As we came down our street I noticed our neighbor couple was walking down the street, out for some exercise on a nice evening. They recognized our car and waved. My wife and I waved back. "I bet they wondered who that woman was with me," my wife said with a grin. I had completely forgotten how I was dressed. "Would you like us to stop and say hello?" she asked, still grinning. "NO. Please NO!" I replied with fright. "Please just get us in the garage." She hit the garage door opener button, the door opened and we pulled inside. I reached over and quickly pushed the button again so it would close before our neighbors got to our house. My heart was racing as it finally closed. I stopped to try to catch my breath. My wife was still grinning. "What's wrong honey?" she asked. "I'm sure Dan and Pam would have loved to chat with us for a while." "Very funny," I replied sarcastically. "I couldn't let them see me like this." "Why not dear?" she asked. "Because I look like a girl!" I cried out with frustration. She knew very well why I couldn't let them see me. "Honey, it's okay for you to look like a girl'" she replied. "I like the way you look as a girl. I'm very certain that with some makeup and some practice in your walking and mannerisms you could easily be mistaken for a girl. Until you open your mouth and speak, that is." I had to laugh. My voice wasn't extremely deep, but it was a guy's voice. It went well with my guy's face and my guy's hands. She'd calmed me down again. We got out of the car and entered the house. "Go put your things in our bedroom and I'll make dinner," she said. I entered our bedroom and put the four bags on the bed. I took out the four shoeboxes and opened them. They were nice shoes. We were fortunate that we found some that fit so well. I realized that I'd gotten fairly used to the espadrilles and could walk in them without wobbling too much. I looked at the other sandals; the ones with the tiny heel and the other black pumps that my wife said were good for work, with a wider heel. Then I looked at the red pumps. The 'fuck me pumps.' They were very sexy. I could see how guys would notice a girl in those shoes, after all isn't red a color of passion? I decided to slip them on. I sat down on the bed, slipped off the espadrilles, and slipped on the pumps. I stood up and almost lost my balance, catching myself on the footboard of the bed. I walked over to the full length mirror in our bedroom and looked at the shoes. They were gorgeous, but didn't really look right with the pedal length pants. I decided to see how they would look with some of the other pants. I moved over and opened a bag. The first thing I saw was black stockings. 'Oh that might look good' I thought; black stockings against the red of the shoes. I slipped off the pants. I reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of stockings. They were the stockings, not pantyhose. I slipped them up my smooth, silky legs. It felt wonderful, so soft and smooth. I ran my hands across the stocking. I enjoyed the feeling of them pulled tight against mt leg. I pulled on the other stocking and stood up to pull them up farther on my thighs. They had a beautiful lace trim at the top, with some extra spandex to hold them against the thigh. I slipped the red pumps back on and walked over to the mirror to see how they looked. They looked terrific together. I decided to get another pair of pants to see how the outfit looked. As I approached the bed I noticed the tops of the stockings were sliding down just a bit. I noticed the black garter belt on the bed and decided to see how it worked. I sat down on the bed and slid the garter belt up my legs, then stood to bring it up to my waist. I remembered hearing that girls put their panties on over their garter belts, so they could take them off to go to the restroom. I decided to slip off my panties so I could attach the garter belt. I fastened the garters to the stocking tops and then stood again to go over to the mirror to see how they looked together. There I was, with my girly hairdo, corset and blouse giving me a more feminine figure, then the garter belt and the sxy black stockings and my new red 'fuck me pumps', otherwise naked below the waist. I noticed that my cock was fully erect. I was obviously enjoying these sexy clothes, or maybe it was the sexy woman I saw in the mirror. I was facing the mirror, looking at my reflection, oblivious to what else was going on. "Trying out your new shoes I see," I heard my wife say from behind me. "Do you think they'll live up to their nickname?" I turned to see she was grinning, obviously happy to see me trying my new clothes. She looked at my cock. "That's the same reaction all the boys used to have when I wore them. I guess you must like them to." She walked over and took my cock in her hand. "I told you I had plans for that later," she grinned. "You better cover that up or we won't be able to concentrate at dinner." She went over to the bag and took out the g-string that went with the corest. It was a tiny little triangle of material in tehe front and almost nothing else. "Here, this will go nicely with the corset." I sat on the beg and slipped it on. It could hardly keep my cock from standing straight out and didn't even cover it fully. My wife reached around and tucked string in the rear between my asscheeks. "That's perfect!" she said, still enjoying herself. "Now try this," she said, handing me the skirt. I sat down again and pulled it on. I stood up and moved over to the mirror. I was getting better at walking on these tiny little heels. She stood behind me looking around me to my image in the mirror. The skirt barely covered the tops of the stockings. "It's gorgeous!" she said. "What do you think?" "You're right, it's gorgeous," I replied. "YOu have such good taste in clothes." "Thanks, but it wouldn't look nearly as good if you didn't have the body to wear them," she was smiling, but she sounded very sincere. I think she meant it. "I love my sexy husband," she said as she snuggled against me. "I love you too dear," I replied. "We better go eat before dinner gets cold," she said and we went into the kitchen. I heard the clickity clack of my heels against our hardwood floors. I loved the sound. Dinner was delicious. Even though I did nearly all the cooking now, my wife was still a great cook. As we ate we didn't talk at all about the fact that I was wearing women's clothes and a women's hairstyle. It was just a wonderful, relaxing time together. Just two people enjoying each other's company; two people in love with one another. We worked together to clean up the dishes. Then we went to the living room and found a movie to watch together. It was a 'chick flick'. I've always preferred 'chick flicks' to any other type of movie. I love the romance, the boy meets girl/boy loses girl, the surprise twists in the plot, and then the happy ending; always a happy ending. I thought all love stories should have a happy ending. I thought about the story of my wife and I. We both had difficult first marriages, then found each other, could have lost each other and now had our happy ending. At least I thought so. But as I watched the movie my mind drifted and I thought about recent events; maybe we didn't have our ending yet. Maybe these were just those surprising twists in our plot. But I hoped that like all good love stories we'd have our happy ending. We sat next to each other on the couch to watch the movie. As we watched we held hands, or touched each other on the arm, or on the leg. I was dressed in sexy clothing, but it was not erotic, it was relaxing; comfortable. Just two people enjoying each other's company; two people in love with one another. Any one who saw us from a distance would have thought it was two girls watching the movie; girlfriends who enjoyed doing things together, not two lovers. It was times like this that I really loved my wife the most; the times when we had pleasure just from being with each other. When the movie was over we turned off the lights and went to our bedroom. My wife asked me to lie on the bed, with the clothes I was wearing, including the red shoes. She dimmed the lights and then came to sit by me on the bed. She caressed my thigh near the top of the stocking. 'Did you like the story I told you last night?" she asked. I nodded yes. "Would you like me to tell you another?" Another nod. "Then close your eyes and imagine. Imagine that you are me, a college girl. It's just a few days after the other date I described. The one where the guy treated you like a slut, fucked you and then sent you home alone where your roommate comforted you and you had your first sexual experience together. You liked that story didn't you?" I nodded yes. "You didn't realize it, but the word had gotten out about this hot slutty girl who was an easy fuck. The guy from the first date had told a friend, an athlete with a terrific body and huge muscles. He has asked you to attend a party at his fraternity house. You are so excited as you get dressed for your date. You put on a corset which fastens in front, and a short little black shirt. The corset pushes up and emphasizes your gorgeous little boobies, leaving the top half exposed and the nipples barely covered. Beneath the skirt you wear black stockings and a black garter belt along with a tiny g-string that matches the corset. The skirt barely covers the top of your stockings. You slip a blouse on over the corset, but leave it open to show off the beautiful corset and your titties. You have trouble deciding what shoes to wear, and finally decide to wear your gorgeous new red pumps, with four inch heels." So far she's described the outfit I am wearing almost exactly. "You look in the mirror. Your makeup is overdone; you have the look of a slut, a whore, including bright red lipstick. That's the look you wanted. You want him and his friend to lust after you. You look hot and your pussy feels wet as you stare in the mirror and think about your evening." "As you leave your bedroom and head for the door, your roommate is there to see you off on your date. She plans to stay home and study while you go to the party. She looks wonderful and sexy in a tight white sweater and short gray skirt. The sweater is so tight that you can see the pattern of the lace in her bra beneath it. You think of the passion you shared the other evening; passion like nothing you had ever felt before. Her luscious titties tempt you as she stands there to say goodbye. You love those breasts; sucking and licking on them and giving her pleasure was such an amazing experience. You've sucked on cocks before and enjoyed the reaction you got from guys, but you never imagined how much you could enjoy making love to another woman. You realize that under that short little skirt is her pussy; that delicious pussy. You had never sucked on a pussy before. Seeing her there in that outfit you realize you want to do it again and again. You wonder what type of panties she is wearing. Her makeup is impeccable. It makes her look beautiful, desirable, classy, not slutty. You want to run over and kiss her, but you're afraid; afraid of what may happen; how it may change your life to accept the joys of making love to a woman." "There is a knock at your door. Your date, James, is there to pick you up. You pause. You wonder if you should forget your date and just stay home in bed with her. She makes the decision for you by opening the door. Your date is gorgeous; tall and handsome with an athlete's body; big and strong with muscular arms and a massive chest. Your pussy aches just at the sight of him. He's got the kind of body you love to fuck. You want to fuck this guy. He says hello to your roommate. You can tell he's impressed by her looks; her sexuality. There's an attraction there. Then he sees you. He is very pleased to see how hot you look. You kiss hello and you feel his strength as he touches you. You melt just a bit. He asks your roommate if she has plans for the night or if she would like to come to the party too. She declines and says she's staying home to study." "You get ready to leave and each of you say goodbye to your roommate. She says goodbye to you with a longing in her eyes. She wants you, lusts for you too. 'I'll be waiting up for you,' she says. Once again you are tempted to call off the date, but that big muscular body is just too attractive. You head for the party." At this point I realized that my wife is just talking to me, not caressing my body as she did last night. This story is just as erotic, and I start to touch my breasts. "As you approach the house you can tell a party is in progress. There are a few couples in front with drinks in their hands. You can hear music coming from inside. The party is in a main room of his fraternity house, but it flows over into different parts of the house. There are lots of people there, but more guys than girls. There is lots of alcohol and some food. There is music and a place to dance. Many of the guys are athletes, with big strong bodies like your date's. You love to see these big strong guys, and their reaction to you and your sexy look. You feel wetness in your pussy; your g-string is soaked with your juices. You can tell they notice you, the girl in the red pumps. Those high heels make your legs look great and the red pumps against the black stockings are so sexy. The lace at the top of your black stockings under your little black shirt is visible to anyone who cares to look, and look they do. You don't realize that many of them have heard about you. They know that James is with that whore, that slut, the easy fuck. She'll fuck anybody, they've heard; anybody with a big strong, athletic body and a big cock. When they see you they can tell it is true and they all want to fuck you. They are jealous and wish they were with you." "You look around at the other girls at the party. Some wear slacks and blouses, others have on pretty party dresses. Some are much more beautiful than you are, but none exude sex the way you do. Their dates look at you, the slut, and know you would be a fabulous fuck, loud and enthusiastic, willing to do almost anything, unlike the pretty prissy girl they are here with. The girls see you too. Even though they've not heard about you, they can tell the kind of girl that you are; a sexual, wanton, slut. Some see you as competition, and hold on close to their guy, as you are dangerous. Others desire you, and wish they could be with you, or wish they could be more like you. Still others know that seeing you will make their man more excited and more willing to do whatever they want them to do. Your appearance will result in great sex for them that night." "Your date gets you some punch. It's sweet and fruity, which hides the fact that it has a high percentage of alcohol. It's designed to get those pretty prissy girls to loosen up, to let their dates get into their panties. You gulp down the drink. You don't need the alcohol to loosen up, you are already a loose woman. You will gladly let these big strong guys into your panties, or into anywhere else they would like to go." "There are a few couples dancing. You want to dance. By dancing you hope to have the other guys watch you, want you, lust after you. You take your date by the hand and drag him onto the dance floor. It is a fast song and you move your body lustily around the dance floor. As you dance your skirt swings higher, exposing your creamy white thighs above the lace on those beautiful black stockings. People notice, which is exactly what you want. The next song is slow and you cling close to your date. You grind against him, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around you. You feel his cock grinding against you pussy. It becomes aroused as you grind against him. It feels large, and you are pleased. You know you will fuck him before this night is over and you hoped he would have a big cock." "You feel his strong hands caress your ass. You know that he feels no panties, only the g-string and it excites him. You feel him slip his hands beneath your skirt and he slides it up, revealing your bare bottom to anyone who cares to see. He's enjoying this; this slut; this girl willing to let him expose her to his friends. He feels powerful, to have this girl who will let him do anything. But she's the one who really has the power, as she wants to be the center of attention, to have these guys lusting after her, and that's exactly what she's getting." As she talks I reach beneath my skirt and touch my cock. "The slow song ends and you leave the dance floor, hand-in-hand with your date. He goes to get you more punch, as he wants to do more to you and wants your defenses weakened. While he's gone another guy comes up and introduces himself as Tom. He's seen you on the dance floor and he is lusting after you. You smile and touch his arm as he talks to you, indicating the attraction you feel for him. He asks if you'd like to dance and you agree. You grind against him as you did against your date, and his strong hands grope your body. His cock becomes aroused. It's large, and you wish you could fuck him right there. You love the feeling and the attention it brings to you from those that are watching. There is no doubt in their mind that you are a slut, grinding your sexy body against any man that will have you, and be assured they all want to have you. The girls hold closer to their dates, for fear that you will entice them away." "The dance ends and you leave the floor. You give your dance partner a passionate kiss and then send him on his way, saying you hope to see him later. Your date hands you another glass of the punch and you gulp it down too. You want to lose whatever inhibitions you may have left and show him you are the wanton slut you love to be. You tell him you need to find the restroom and he walks with you to help you find it. He's afraid to leave you alone again. In the restroom you look at yourself in the mirror. You look hot. You look like a woman who can't wait to be fucked, and that is very true. You decide to remove your g-string and put it in your purse. You open your blouse and look at your breasts peeking out above the corset. You decide to remove the blouse to make it easier for everyone to see those sexy boobies of yours. You decide to unfasten the top few hooks on the corset, which exposes your nipples fully above the corset. You smile. Your breasts are now visible for all to see. Those guys will all want you now." "You leave the restroom and your date is standing with another guy. Their eyes get big as they see you are revealing even more of your sexy body. You return to the main room and watch the others dance, but many of them are watching you as they can't believe your breasts are exposed. The men wish their dates would be so open with their sexuality. You enjoy the attention. You stand and talk to your date and his friend, but they cannot concentrate with your luscious breasts on display. As you are talking you move closer and kiss your date passionately. You reach down and blatantly massage his crotch, arousing his cock. Your date's hand moves to your waist and he slips it under your skirt. You tell him and his friend that you've removed your panties and he smiles an eager smile; he can tell what you want. He lifts your skirt to expose your pussy to him and his friend as he sinks two fingers into your wet pussy and massages your clit. People watching from across the room also enjoy the view. You love that feeling and knowing that people are watching. As his strong hands massage your pussy you moan and your body writhes from the pleasure. Soon he makes you cum and your legs are weak from the pleasure. He removes his fingers and puts his strong arms around you to keep you from falling. Everyone watching can see the pleasure he's given you, and they want you even more." "After a couple of minutes of recovering you smile and tell him you'd like another drink. He's eager to get you more, but insists you come with him this time. He's obviously worried about his friend moving in and taking you away. You take a napkin from the bar it drops on the floor. You bend at the waist with your bare ass exposed to the entire room. Your pussy is wet and red from his rough handling and it is visible too. There is now no question to anyone that you aren't wearing any panties. When you stand up again you loosen another hook on the corset and your breasts are now almost fully in view. You see the guys looking at you, trying not to stare, but hoping to see even more. You see some getting more bold with their dates, fondling their bodies here in public; wishing their dates loved to expose themselves like you." "Soon you are back on the dance floor, with another slow song. Your date moves behind you, grinding his growing cock into your ass. One of his strong hands is caressing your breasts, pulling them out from insde the corset. The other hand is under that skirt and reaching to enter your pussy, which is dripping its juices. Everyone is staring, wondering if this slut will fuck him right here, in front of everyone else, right on the dance floor. His hands are arousing you, bringing you close to another orgasm from his touch and the exhibitionism of being exposed in front of all these people." "When the song ends you tell him you want him, you need him, you want to fuck him; right now. 'Do you want me to find us someplace private?' he asks and you say you don't care; you'll fuck him right there if you have to. He suggests his room, which is just down a short hallway on the main floor. As you head down the hall the crowd knows where you are going and what you will soon be doing. You enter his room and he starts to close the door. No, leave it open you say and he gladly agrees. His friends will be able to see him with this slut as he fucks her, as he makes her beg for his cock. You stumble over to his bed and you reach for his zipper. As he stands there you unzip his pants and hungrily suck on his cock. It grows as you suck. You are so happy to make his aroused; to feel that power. He is in bliss as you suck him. His friend Tom comes by the doorway and sees you, on your knees, your boobies out of your corset aggressively sucking on his huge cock. He stands in the doorway to watch, entranced by this slut working on his friend, and wishing he was in his place. Soon your lust can't wait any longer. 'Please fuck me' you say. You reach down and pull off your skirt, leaving the stockings and the red pumps on. You loosen the corset some more so he can play with your boobies better and fall on the bed lying back for him to enter you. He undresses and eagerly climbs on the bed next to you." "His friend Tom is still watching. YOu look over at him and smile. As your head turns he thinks you will be shocked that he is there, but from your look he can tell that you want him to watch. He does, transfixed by the scene in front of him. James fondles your boobies as you reach down and play with his cock. He moves his mouth down and sucks on your boobies and you moan with pleasure. You put pressure on his head and try to move him downward to suck on your pussy, but he resists. 'Do you want me to fuck you?' he asks, and you tell him to fuck you now. 'Please fuck me now' you cry out. You need him to fuck you now. His huge cock enters you. Though it's big it slides in easily since your pussy is so wet. It stretches your pussy and makes you feel so full. He slams it in all the way and it feels as if it reaches all the way up to your throat. That's what you wanted; what you needed. You writhe beneath him and cry out that you love his big cock. You cry 'fuck me, fuck me'. He is inspired by your excitement. He fucks you harder; in and out; in and out. He's good; as good as you'd hoped; a fantastic fuck. You cum again. Your orgasm makes you cry out louder. He's aroused but able to hold out from cumming. he fucks you some more. 'Fill me up with your cum!' you cry out. 'I want your cum!' A few more strokes and he gives you what you want, lots of his hot cum. It feels like an explosion inside you and you cum again with great moans and shouts. If not for the music the whole house would hear you." "He comes to rest atop your luscious body. He kisses you and you kiss him back passionately, appreciative of the pleasure he's given you. He smiles and says it was fantastic. You smile back and agree. He's spent; he's given you all that he has, but knows you need more. He moves to get up, stopping to gently kiss and lick each of your breasts as he moves away. You look over at Tom who is still watching; his big cock obvious against his pants. You motion for him to come closer. He does so reluctantly; not certain what you could want. You tell him to come to you and he has no choice; he's in your power. He comes over to the bed and you reach for his zipper. You unzip his fly and reach into his pants. He moans from your touch. 'Get rid of those pants' you tell him and they fall to the floor. You smile, look over at James and reach for Tom's cock. Tom moves closer and you begin to suck it while James stands next to the bed, watching you; loving the sluttiness of it all. Tom's cock grows bigger as you suck. Eventually you can tell he is close to cumming. 'Fuck me' you tell Tom and he moves on top of you. James is excited to watch his friend get his turn with this slut. Tom's big cock slides easily into your pussy as it's now full of James' cum and your own juices. It slides in and out easily as you moan and cry out for him to fuck you. 'Give me your cum' you cry and he He quickly empties his cock into your sopping pussy and you cum with another rush of excitement. He soon moves off your body." "Your date is standing next to the bed, having just watched his friend fill your pussy with cum. He's smiling, enjoying the show. You're still aroused, your pussy twitching. 'More?' he asks you and you nod yes. He smiles and leaves the room. Soon another athletic guy comes to the door and stops to see what is going on inside. 'James told me the slut needs more cock' he says and you smile and say yes. He comes over and you help him off with his pants. Your date returns with more punch. He hands you the glass and you drink deeply, taking most of it without stopping. Then you quickly turn your attention to the new cock. It's smaller than the others, but you don't care. You just need more. You swallow it whole, wanting to bring him to his maximum size. Soon you are on your back again with his cock pounding into you." "You close your eyes to enjoy the feeling of another cock filling you. When you open them you see another cock next to your mouth. You eagerly suck on it, enjoying the feeling of a cock in your pussy while sucking on another. You realize this is the largest cock yet. You haven't even seen his face, but you don't care; you just need cocks, lots of cocks. Soon the third guy calls out that he's cumming and you feel more wetness filling your pussy. The fourth guy pulls his cock from your mouth roughly and quickly mounts you. 'So you like big cocks, do you slut?' he says. He stretches your pussy as he fucks you, more roughly than the others. 'Oh yes, I love big cocks. Fuck me' you cry loudly as he dumps more cum into you. Your pussy has so much cum it's overflowing and running out on the bed beneath you. When finished he pulls out, climbs off you and leaves the room without saying anything. You look over and see James, who has been watching it all. He smiles and you smile back. 'Enough?' he asks and you nod yes. 'Thank you' you say gently." "'I need to go home' you tell him and he helps you sit up. Your hair and makeup are a mess. There is no doubt what you have been doing. You pick up the g-string and put it in your purse. James helps you put on your skirt and you struggle to stand. All this time and all this activity and you still had on your red pumps. 'I love those shoes. They are soooo sexy' says James and you smile. They're my 'fuck me pumps' you tell him and you smile. 'I guess they worked' he says. From then on these are your very favorite shoes, as each time you wear them you'll remember this night." I smiled as I heard her explain why she calls them fuck me pumps. "It's hard for you to walk. You are a little drunk and your knees are weak from all the fucking. James helps you down the hall and into the main party room. People are looking at you. Some of them have heard that the girl in the red dress had been fucking down the hall. Some had come by to sneak a peek. Others could just tell from your look that you'd been well fucked. As you are leaving you hear a girl tell her date 'I heard she fucked three guys tonight'. You smile at her and mouth the word 'four' as you walk past her. She is shocked by your actions and your brazenness." "As you go outside James pulls your blouse closed to cover your breasts. You holds you gently in his strong arms as you walk. He is kind. He is caring. He is concerned about you. As you reach your door he stops and gives you a gentle kiss. 'I had a good time tonight' he says, with no trace of sarcasm. 'I did too' you reply with a smile. 'I hope I see you again, you tell him and he smiles. "I'd love to' he replies. Your roommate answers the door in a sexy nighty, looking just as erotic as before, her makeup still impeccable. Your date resists the urge to hit on her and carries you to your bedroom and lies you on your bed still fully clothed." "He leaves and your roommate comes back. She sits on the bed next to you and touches your hand. "How many did you fuck?" she asks you and you tell her four. 'I knew it would be a lot' she says. She kisses you gently and you kiss her back. You remember her scent from your first encounter. You are more aroused than any time this evening. She reaches down and unhooks your corset, making it easier for her to reach your breasts. She caresses your breasts and you moan gently, loving her touch. The feeling is wonderful; so different than sex with a guy. With guys it's all about them; fucking you, using your body to unload their cum. With her, it's all about you and your pleasure. The guys are strong and rough. She is soft and gentle." As my wife talks about her and her roommate she starts to caress my breasts as she tells the story. "She kisses you again, this time more passionately. She slides down your body and lifts your skirt, finding the cum that has dripped down your legs and in your bare pussy. She places a finger inside you and you moan. You've cum so many times already tonight, but you are certain she can make you cum again. She gently licks your thigh, lapping up some of the cum and then reaches your pussy." My wife is following the script and licking my thigh, then moves to my cock as she continues the story. "She gently slips her tongue into your pussy, joining the finger already caressing your clitty. You moan. She spends time gently kissing and caressing you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, then pausing to let the pleasure subside. She does this again and again, each time bringing you so close, but knowing exactly when to stop before you lets you release the passion. She knows exactly what you need. Finally she allows your release and you cum with your body shivering like an earthquake.' I cum with a shiver as if on cue. "She stands beside the bed and drops her nighty on the floor. She is naked. 'You're beautiful' you tell her and she smiles. She returns to the bed, next to you. You reach for her breasts and massage them. She smiles from the pleasure of your touch. She moves her breasts to they touch your lips and you suckle them eagerly. She moans. You love those breasts, so large and firm. You are intoxicated by her scent, her taste. You play with the nipple of one breast as you suck on the other. She loves your actions and she cums from your passionate touch." I followed the script and soon my wife had cum too. She continues the story without acting it out. "She collapses beside you, with her body upside down to yours; her pussy is near your mouth and your pussy is near hers. You roll you over on top of her. Now you are in control as you grind your pussy against her mouth while you eagerly suck on her pussy. You explore her sex with your tongue. You love her taste. You can tell what pleasures her from her movements and her moans. She licks your pussy. Your passions are enflamed by her sucking and your sucking of her delicious pussy." "She reaches over and takes hold of a sex toy that is shaped like a large a cock. She slips it into your pussy and you cry out in surprise. It feels good as she begins to slide it in and out of your well fucked hole. You moan fom the sensation of yet another cock inside you. Then she begins to lick your pussy while the cock is fucking you. It is ecstacy; being sucked and fucked at the same time. She continues to fuck you as her lips and tongue caress your pussy lips. In and out; slow at first and then faster; then faster still. 'Oh yes. Fuck me, suck me' you cry out'. You can't lie still, your body writhes in pleasure. Her tongue continues to flick at your pussy. Eventually you cum again. You have no idea how many times you've cum that evening, but this one is the best." "You are exhausted. She moves up along you and you kiss once more. It's a kiss of love, not of passion. 'Thank you' you say with a smile and she smiles back, obviously pleased with what she has done for you. 'I've never felt anything like that before' you tell her. 'I loved doing it for you' she replies. You embrace and fall asleep in each others' arms." I lay by my wife for a while. She is still recovering from her orgasm. The story seemed to be as erotic to her as to me. "Did you like my little stories, dear?" she asks. I nod yes. "Do you know why I told you them?" "Well, no I guess not," I replied. "I want you to understand. Understand what it's like for a woman to be desired by big strong men; real men with big cocks that stretch out your pussy and make your body shake as you cum with excitement. Understand what it's like for a woman to suck on that cock, feeling the power of making it grow; knowing it's because of you; because of your sexy body that he wants to have; he must have; he'll go crazy if he doesn't have it. Understand what is like to feel his cum filling you, overflowing you because he's given his all to you. And understanding what it's like to make love to a woman; so soft and gentle; making you cum just as hard, but so different than with a man. Understanding how you can love a woman and want want to be with her, but love her enough to let her go. I'm sure you don't understand this yet dear, but you will; you will very soon." With that she kissed me and she nodded off to sleep. I certainly didn't understand what she had just said. I thought it had something to do with why she wanted be to wear a bra, and get a new hairdo, and have me wear a nighty when we made love, but I really didn't understand. But she was right, I would soon understand; understand all of it. And we'd have our happy ending.