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I love sex. After all, this IS pussy perfection. After the usual foreplay of kissing, squeezing my titties and maybe even sucking them a bit, I was ready to get busy. I slid down on the bed and prepared to suck your cock. Letting you see your cock at my lips with my tongue flicking before your dick sinks into my moist, waiting mouth. I look into your eyes to see that you’re watching as my mouth slides further and further down your rigid shaft. Once my lips hit the base, I hear a gasp escape you, telling me you were ready. I change into doggie position at the side of my bed, my head lowered so my ass juts high in the air. You begin the task of licking my cunt, using both your mouth and your fingers. I know you want me to beg for it. “Please, I need that cock” I hear myself say. I feel one of your hands holding my ass while your stiff pole traces a path down from my ass until it finds the hot wetness of my waiting pussy. I’m ready, and my hands dig into the bed covers.
You dirty little monkey - you stop with just the head inside. I thrust my ass back, but you anticipate and pull back. “Give it to me now!” Fuck me!” I yell. You thrust hard, and I can feel it go in to the hilt, your balls slapping at the entrance. “YES!!” I yell as my first orgasm starts like a dam bursting. You slide your meat-sword in and out, amazed at how sopping wet your dick got so quickly. “More! Harder!” I yell. You grab my hips tight and start banging me hard as I reach a second crescendo. I throw my head back, and let out “OhMyFuckingGODitsSoGoodFuckMeYouFuckingBitch” all in a single word. You say you’re ready to explode, and want to know if I want it in my pussy, and all I can say is “YesyesyesFuckmenow”, my hair tossing like a wild horse. You grab a chunk of hair and pull as you thrust deeply once more. I feel your hot cum deep inside my cunt, and I climax again, letting out a scream.
I hear you gasping for air as I drain you dry. We collapse together on the bed. Sweaty, panting and thirsty, I feel our mixed juices tickle as they trickle out my throbbing slit.
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Don’t you hate it when you go in to buy a case of beer , and you’re just a couple of dollars short? Well, that happened to me not too long ago, and I really hated it. I was trying to talk the clerk into letting me slide just this once saying all sorts of stuff, and I guess at one point I said something like “what, you want me to come over there and give you a blowjob?” because his face suddenly lit up and he said “yep, that would do it”. Well, I quipped back that the blowjob would go alot better if I could wet my whistle with one of those beers. He broke open the case himself and popped the top off the first can he grabbed. I crawled behind the counter, sucked down half the beer while he was fishing his little pecker out of his pants. I started sucking him like there was no tomorrow, swishing the beer around his cock. While working his joystick, I heard another customer come up, and made sure I flicked my tongue an extra lot while he was trying to read out their total. He finally came in a shuddering spasm. I washed my mouth out with the rest of the beer, stood up grinning, grabbed my beer and left.

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I was so bored last Saturday night, I figured I’d stop into a nearby sports bar and grab a bite to eat. Well, buffalo wings are alot better with beer, so I had a beer to wash them down with.
Next thing I know, I had a strong urge to go pee. I headed to the ladies’ room only to find this place had only one unisex bathroom, and it was closed. I settled up, and headed out to the parking lot … but my blader refused to be ignored. I figured that under cover of darkness, I could get away with ducking behind my car, soooo.. after a glance around, I took a quick squat.
I closed my eyes as wave after wave of golden liquid relief escaped. My eyes flew open, though, when I felt a rush of hot liquid hitting my face. There in front of me was one of the patrons I remembered from the bar, definitely drunk, peeing right on top of me … my hair, my face, my blouse … all covered in his golden stream. I had found a place so dark that he had chosen to use it as well.
For some reson this turned me on, and as his last drops came out, I made my move … I came foreward enough to start licking on his exposed cock. After his initial shock of the situation, he decided this was a good thing and stood in place enjoying the blow job. There I was … covered in pee, sucking off a stranger in a parking lot. What a turn-on.
When he was done, I hopped in my car and headed home. No words were ever exchanged, and he never even got a good look at my face.

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Yesterday afternoon my computer started acting up. In a frenzy, I called my friend, Mary, and asked if her husband (a computer techie) could take a look at it.
He came over in the evening after work, and started in on my computer.
Watching him intently, I started imagining how he would look under those clothes. I started getting involved with what he was doing, brushing against him ever so slightly while asking questions.

I offered him a drink, which he accepted. While in the kitchen getting his beer, I loosened my robe that I had on, and slipped out of my panties … the only thing on under the robe. As I handed him the beer, I noticed his eyes travelling over my body, and knew the sparks had started.
I sat on the edge of the desk, leaning back slightly as I drank my beer. I allowed him to let his eyes roam while he thought I didn’t see him. I made sure he could tell there was nothing on under the robe.
As he finished up, putting the cover back on the computer, I knew it was time to make my move. Giving him a very seductive look, I reached between his pants legs, and rubbing his crotch gently, I said “There IS something else I need you to fix.”
Giving me a wicked grin, he said “I thought you’d never ask.”, and we headed back toward the bedroom.
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My husband Gary started hosting poker parties once a week. He would invite home people from work … friends, clients … whoever struck his fancy.
While he and the boys played cards, I would serve the chips and drinks, the whole time wearing a very short nightie and heels. Usually, me being dressed like that would be enough to distract the guys, and Gary would walk away the big winner for the night.
One particular night, though, this one nerdy dude just couldn’t lose. He’d draw a straight flush while his oversized glasses were falling off his nose staring at me.
As Gary’s luck went sour, the rules started changing. When Nerdy Dude would win, he could either take the pot or get a lapdance from yours truly. Of course, he’d take the dance.
Well, the other two guys weren’t just going to sit and watch, so they had to get involved. Next thing I knew, I was naked, with my belly on the cold poke-her table. Nerdy Dude was banging me from the back. I was jacking one guy, sucking my husband’s dick while the fourth masturbated. Give me a call if you want to hear the whole story.

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