Katie smiled at him. She had never guessed he had such a dirty mouth, or that he would ever fuck a cum-covered student in a parking lot on the university campus.
She found herself aroused by his words, so she decided to reward him by showing him a cheerleading move. She stood up before lowering herself back to the ground, doing the splits. She spread her legs and her pussy nearly touched the ground.
After a few moments, Professor Whitehorn’s eyes widened and he moaned. Katie looked down to discover that cum had begun to leak out of her freshly fucked pussy and ass. She watched as it began to pool on the asphalt.
After the cum had stopped trickling out of her, Professor Whitehorn zipped up his pants and stood up. He picked up his briefcase and gave one of her tits a final squeeze, before walking away. Professor Bennett followed suit, though he gave her a smile instead of groping her.
Professor Whitty was still fully dressed, and it was clear from his disappointed and frustrated expression he hadn’t been fucked. She smiled sympathetically at him, before grabbing Laura’s hand and leading her away.
The girls went back to Jason’s car. Emma and Jason, the couple that had started it all, were cuddling in the front seat.
Norah was trying to get the cum out of her hair.
Mel was lying on the ground, watching as Derek left.
Emma noticed the other girls gathering and joined them. She made a shooing gesture to Jason and he drove away.
Then it was just the girls left. They looked around at each other, taking in the flushed cheeks and heavy breathing of their team members. None of them seemed to know exactly what to say, and silence filled the air for a moment.
“Well, THAT was fun,” Norah declared.
Mel nodded in agreement. The flimsy fabric of her bikini top had moved to reveal one of her nipples.
Laura smiled, her eyes fixed on Mel’s tits. “We should do this every year,” she said.
Katie laughed. “No, we should do this every term!”
Poker Night
For her entire adult life, Amber had always had a taboo fantasy. Watching porn videos online, she would inevitably find herself skipping over the boring videos of couples making love and instead watching the gangbangs.
She was selective about which videos she would click on. She always tried to search for ones where the girl getting ploughed looked like her. Luckily, blonde girls with perky tits were popular in the porn industry and there was never a shortage of videos to watch. Seeing countless men thrusting their cocks into a pretty young woman and filling all her holes with their cum would always get Amber wet, and she would find herself wishing that she had a plethora of fat, throbbing cocks to fill her up instead of just a vibrator.
But recently, Amber wondered if she would ever get the chance to fulfil her fantasy, mostly because she had just gotten married.
She had met her husband, Damian, after a marathon fuck session with his best friend, Luke. He was a tall, muscular man built like a weight lifter, with blonde hair and vibrant, emerald eyes that flashed with flecks of gold as he laughed.
Luke looked and acted like he was a movie star, and girls regularly threw themselves at him. He smoke, drank and whored his way around, but underneath his ‘bad boy’ persona he had a heart of gold, and every woman secretly wished she could be the one to tame him. Closing her eyes, Amber thought back to the night they had met.
It had been at a night club downtown, one of those dark, electric scenes where the music pumped so loud and hard that her heart was inclined to match its beat. The smoke from the fog machine made it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of her. Then all of a sudden, he had appeared out of the haze.
They drank and danced together, grinding against each other among the throngs of sweaty bodies surrounding them. Soon, she had felt his hard dick moving against her ass. When she felt its massive size, she stiffened in shock for a moment. If felt bigger than any she had played with before. Curiosity overwhelmed her senses. She wanted to see it, to touch it. She sighed, imagining how amazing it would feel inside her.
So when he had started to caress her upper thigh in the middle of the crowded dance floor, she had not objected. His fingers had then trailed along her upper thigh towards her wet heat. They moved slowly and purposefully, testing for her reaction. When he was met with no resistance, his fingers had slipped inside her panties where they had rubbed her sensitive clit. The crowd around them danced on, oblivious, with the pumping music drowning out the sound of Amber’s groans of pleasure. He finger-fucked her hard, his fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of her dripping pussy until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I want your cock,” she had said, but Luke couldn’t hear her over the music. “I need your cock inside my pussy!” she had yelled into his ear.
He withdrew from her instantly and the hand went to grip her arm. As he led her out of the club, Amber shivered at the sensation of his sticky fingers, slickened by her eager pussy, wrapped tight around her arm.
She prised his hand off her arm and brought his fingers to her mouth, sucking them gently as they made their way outside. Luke had shuddered at the sensation as he led her to the alleyway behind the club. He pulled down her panties and ripped the front of her dress as he kissed her roughly on the mouth. Her tits bounced free, her hard nipples pressing into Luke’s chest.
He pushed her against the wall, his mouth still pressed into hers so hard that she could hardly breathe. Amber let out a squeal of surprise as she felt the rough wall against her bare back. It brought her back into the moment, made her aware of her surroundings. I’m about to get fucked in an alley, she had thought disbelievingly. It had always been a fantasy of hers, but never one she had imagined might come true.
She had reached for Luke’s pants, fumbling with the button on his jeans as she tried to get them off him as quickly as possible. His cock sprang free, standing erect. Amber moaned at the sight of his hard, veiny dick.
Luke lifted up one of her legs before shoving his cock inside her, easily gaining entrance into her wet cunt. Amber gasped at the sudden sensation of fullness. He pounded in and out of her like a jackhammer. With every stoke, the curve of his cock hit her sweet spot, making her moan in pleasure. The combination of the roughness of the wall on her back and feeling of his cock thrusting deep inside her was blissful.
Her lips parted and she raked her fingernails down Luke’s back as her orgasm overtook her. Luke groaned, feeling the sudden rush of wetness and the clenching of her pussy around his steel-hard cock as Amber came. He quickened his pace even more, lengthening her orgasm.
As she came down from her high, she felt her thighs quiver violently. Luke sensed this and picked her up, still relentlessly fucking her sensitive pussy. Amber reached her arms around his neck, bucking her hips back against him in a desperate quest for more friction. After several more powerful thrusts, Luke roared as he came. His cum spurted out of his cock, filling up every inch of her pussy until it rolled down over her inner thighs and spilled onto the ground below them.
He had then placed Amber onto the edge of the lid of a closed dumpster and brought his tongue to her pussy. He gave one long lick along her slit, before concentrating on the round bundle of nerves lurking beneath a pretty pink hood. He flicked his tongue against her clit like the beating of a hummingbird’s wings.
Amber moaned at the pleasurable sensation, lying down on top of the dumpster. Luke changed his position slightly, gently sucking on her sensitive inner lips. He continued slurping up her pussy juices and his cum until Amber had orgasmed yet again, screaming in pleasure.
He then lifted her off the dumpster, grinned, and said, “Ready for round two at my place?” Amber had eagerly agreed, already missing the feeling of him inside her.
They had fucked on the kitchen bench, on the stairs, on the living room couch and finally in Luke’s bed, after which they fell asleep, spooning as they collapsed into an exhausted slumber.
The next morning, Amber had woken up f
eeling very hungry from her sexcapades the night before. She spotted Luke’s shirt lying on the floor, so she slipped it on over her naked body. The hemline only just extended enough to cover her ass. She only did up a few of the buttons. This shirt wasn’t intended for somebody with tits as big as hers.
She had glanced over at Luke. He seemed very peaceful as he lay there sleeping, with a slight smile on his face. He really was incredibly handsome. Amber sighed as she saw his six pack and strong biceps. It was quite a shame he wasn’t looking for anything more than a fling.
She ventured into the kitchen alone. As she surveyed the contents of the cupboard, she heard footsteps behind her. She gasped in surprise, whirling around.
“Hi there,” said a man who was most definitely not Luke. He had inky black hair, bronze, sun-kissed skin, and mocha-brown eyes that glittered warmly behind his thick-rimmed glasses. He wasn’t as handsome or as muscular as Luke - in fact he was rather wiry looking – but his eyes reflected a level of kindness that took her by surprise.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. My name is Damian. I’m Luke’s housemate,” he said.
Amber smiled at him. “Hi. I’m Amber,” she replied.
“It’s nice to meet you, Amber,” he said with a shy smile. “I was about to make some scrambled eggs for breakfast. Would you like some too?”
Amber nodded. “That would be lovely, thank you.”
They chatted as they cooked, and it soon became very obvious to Amber that Damian was the loser of the two housemates. While Luke fucked countless hot girls, Damian got embarrassed even talking to them. She wondered if he had ever even had sex. He almost definitely wouldn’t be any good at it.
Yet, there was a part of her that wanted him. He was a genuinely friendly guy who she could see herself growing old with, unlike Luke. Luke was the kind of guy who wanted to fuck anything with tits and legs, as long as they left before he woke up, whereas Damian seemed like the kind of guy who wanted one woman to care for for the rest of his life. So when he had asked her to go on a date with him, she said yes.
Fourteen months later they got married. Amber had been correct in guessing he would not be good at pleasuring her. With a length of just four inches he was not very well endowed, and he was nervous and uncertain in bed. Amber didn’t mind though. She loved dominating him and telling him what to do, and he worshipped the ground she walked on. Amber loved the feeling of power that came with it. Sex was her weapon, and with it she could control her man.
Still, her sexual needs weren’t being fulfilled. She continued to dwell on her old fantasy of being gangbanged, and as time went on she found herself thinking about it more and more. She wrestled with the idea, wondering if she should talk to Damian about it, how it would make him feel. Then one night she finally broached the subject with Damian.
He was reading the newspaper at the dinner table when she waltzed over to him in a short, low cut dress. She loved that dress. It wasn’t subtle, and neither was she.
“Honey, you know how I fucked Luke the night before I met you?”
Damian looked up from the newspaper he was reading. “Yes,” he said warily, uncertain where this was going.
“How does that make you feel?” She asked, staring at him coolly.
Damian blushed, but said nothing.
“Well?” Amber prodded.
“I… I like it,” Damian mumbled.
“You do?” Amber asked, pleasantly surprised.
As Damian noted how happy Amber sounded with his answer, he seemed to grow more confident. “Yes. I could hear you that night, moaning and screaming while you fucked my best friend. And then the next morning, you sat down with me and ate breakfast, seeming so innocent. If I hadn’t heard you yelling his name as he fucked you on the same counter we had breakfast on, I would’ve had no idea what a dirty girl you were. I like that,” said Damian.
“Would you like it to happen again?” Amber asked.
Damian’s eyes widened. “With me watching?”
“With you watching: with you participating, anything you like,” Amber purred.
He nodded eagerly. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want to be gangbanged. I want to have different guys fuck all of my holes at once. I want to please them so much that they all cum. I want them to cum inside me, to cum on my face, on my chest, in my mouth.” Amber reached under the table and grasped Damian’s cock through his pants. She could feel how hard her suggestion had made him.
Damian moaned. “I want that, too. I want to see lots of men all wanting to fuck my wife because she’s so hot. I want to see them all waiting to be pleasured by her. And then, after it’s done, knowing that no matter how many of them she fucks, I want them to see that at the end she’s mine and not theirs.”
Amber smiled. “Let’s organize one of your poker nights that you enjoy so much.”
Amber and Damian sat down at the table with a pen and a notepad, brainstorming the guest list for their cuckold gangbang.
“Definitely Luke,” Amber said. She still sometimes had dreamt of the wild sex they had had on that night two years ago. She couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside her again.
Damian nodded and wrote Luke’s name on the piece of paper. “How about Paul?”
Paul was one of Damian’s buddies from college. He was married, but that didn’t stop him from eye-fucking Amber on every possible occasion. He spoke with a light British accent that made Amber soak through her panties, and had gorgeous brown hair that Amber always wanted to find a reason to grab a handful of. Yes, Paul would do quite nicely. Amber nodded, and Damian wrote down Paul’s name too.
They were silent for a moment as they both tried to think of people they knew who would be up to the task of ploughing Amber.
“Joshua!” Amber exclaimed with a snap of her fingers.
Amber had met Joshua four months ago when the train they had been on was delayed by several hours. He was funny, handsome, and charming, and when had tried to ask her out, she had reluctantly told him she was already seeing someone. He had said he’d like to be friends with her anyway, and so they had exchanged phone numbers. He was a nice guy and Amber couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he realized he’d finally get his wish of being able to fuck her.
Joshua’s name was added to the list.
Amber felt a thrill of excitement reading the names on the piece of paper.
Luke.
Paul.
Joshua.
Including her husband, they already had four: four men to ravish and abuse her body, to see to her sexual needs and then spurt their cum all over her. But Amber wanted more. After fifteen more minutes more of brainstorming with Damian, they had added two more names to the list.
Lewis.
Rodney.
Content, Amber began to make dinner while Damian called his friends to invite them to the poker night.
The big night had finally arrived. Amber slipped on a sexy red dress that ended midway down her thighs. It hugged her body so tightly that she couldn’t wear panties. Not that she had wanted to anyway.
The doorbell rang. Their first guest was here! Amber raced to the door, pushing past Damian. “I’ll let them in,” she said.
Damian complied, turning around to return to the kitchen. He started to grab some snacks and beers from inside the fridge, placing them on the bench.
Amber opened the door, giving a wide smile to the man on the other side. It was Rodney, one of Damian’s co-workers. It felt weird seeing him in jeans and a t-shirt. He was a high earning lawyer, and felt that he should always dress the part. Amber had never seen him in anything less formal than a suit before, and his always immaculate copper-coloured hair was left wild for once.
Well, thought Amber, if this night goes according to plan I’ll be seeing him in something even less formal than jeans. Amber’s head filled with images of her unzipping his jeans and his cock bursting out, and she let out a breathy sigh.
Rodney’s eyes roa
med over Amber’s body, hovering on her breasts before he met her gaze with a smile. “Hi, Amber. Nice to see you again,” he said.
“Rodney. Come inside,” she purred, brushing her fingers lightly down his arm.
Rodney seemed surprised by her seductive tone, but not unreceptive. “Thanks, Amber,” he said, smiling at her with a look that screamed sex. “I know I’m a bit early. So, is Damian home right now?” He tried and failed to make it sound like a casual question.
“Mmmhhmm. He’s in the kitchen.” Amber started to lead a disappointed Rodney into the house.
Damian greeted his work friend, inviting Rodney to sit down and watch a football game with him while they waited for the others to arrive.
Amber sat down on the couch between them, pretending to be interested in watching the game too. But in reality, she didn’t even know who was playing. She could feel the sexual tension in the air. She was in a room with two men, and both of them wanted to fuck her. She was in control. It was a wonderful feeling.
The next to arrive was Lewis. Amber had never had sex with a black man before, but she had always wanted to. She was curious if Lewis would have a big dick, like the black men in porn videos did. She hoped so. There was nothing Amber liked more than a huge cock, something she had been sorely deprived of since marrying Damian.
One by one, the other men arrived. Amber made herself scarce, retreating upstairs as the men began their poker game.
She used the time to fix her makeup and made sure she looked perfect. She left her golden hair flowing down her back, and applied a bright red lipstick that accentuated her pout. No doubt the first man she sucked off would end up with quite a bit of lipstick around his shaft. No matter. Amber was sure he’d have no objections once she started licking it off him.
She put on some mascara, accentuating the gorgeous blue colour of her eyes and put on just a touch of blush on her cheeks, turning them a rosy pink. As she left the room, she gave her reflection one last satisfied look. She was all glammed up, now she was ready to be fucked.
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