He laughed, shaking his head. “Yes. I like to draw pictures of nude women and partake in wine tasting events here and there, but what I really like to do is eat pussy,” he informed, licking his lips at me as if he’s ready to devour me once again. “What can I say? I’m a freak of nature.” I rubbed my sore clitoris with my index finger and told him I was exhausted from all the sex we’ve had. He rubbed my arms and pouted, sticking his lips out at me like a spoiled brat that’s been rejected from getting what he desires. I’d be damned if I go another round with Avery after all the sexual activities I’ve partaken just to keep him satisfied.
He looked at me and smiled. “You must want some more tongue, huh?” He licked my face and kissed my neck. “You know I don’t mind pleasing you.” He added, touching my bare breasts: “You taste like sugar.” I pushed him away and affirmed: “Not now, Avery. May I please use the restroom?” Avery said yes and that was the end of it. I showered, dressed, got paid, and left; not bothering to call him and let him know I made it home safely. Now, I wished I’d stuck with Avery instead of this hot-headed, clown-ass jerk. “It’s down the hall, to the left.” I found the restroom and showered, preparing myself for sex with Carey before his wife show up.
“I’m ready,” I yelled, coming out of the bathroom; wearing nothing but a silk, black robe. I sauntered into the room, pulled down his boxers and gave him head. “Your mouth is spectacular,” he said. I ignored him and continued sucking his dick until I heard someone come in. “How’d she return home so early?” he mumbled, pushing me off him. Immediately, I put on my robe and sat down on the bed. Carey, on the other hand, was busy putting on his clothes. And there she stood; looking stunned. “Honey, I am-“she paused, gasping. She couldn’t believe what was occurring. “Oh…. my… God…. I should sue you for this,” she cried in her southern drawl, then pointed towards me as if I was freaking trash. “You cheated on me with… her. Now I know you’re crazy as bird shit!” she exclaimed.
Irritably, I told her to kiss my ass. Then, I turned to Carey and said: “Give me my money- or all hell will break loose, asshole.”
The End.
STORY 15
Wes fell into a deep depression after his wife left him. He didn’t know what to do with his life. He felt that his life was done and over. He was approaching his forty fifth birthday, he had a shitty job, no real interest in life and moved back into his parent’s basement. He was in one of those states where he didn’t know what to do. His friends kept telling him that he needed to move on, but he didn’t know how. One piece of advice was that he needed to find a younger woman with some serious daddy issues. The kind of girl who liked older men. He didn’t listen. Instead of cleaning up and going on the hunt, he passed time by watching Jerry Springer, eating McDonalds and drinking warm Coors Light. As he looked around the basement and studied the pipes along the wall he thought about ending it all.
“Wes,” his kid sister called from upstairs.
“What?”
“You still know how to fix cars?”
We rolled his eyes and sighed as he took a deep gulp of his Coors. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Of course.”
“A friend needs her car fix. She’s got money. And you need money, so get your ass up here and fix the damn car.”
“Jesus. I’m busy.” Wes picked up the remote and flipped channels. “Can’t it wait?”
“No, she said she needs her car fixed and nobody is around at this late hour.”
Wes sighed as he got up from the bed. He put on a pair of shorts and flip flops and walked up.
Wes was a whiz with mechanical things. Cars, gadgets, VCR’s whatever, some friend needed a car worked on Wes was called in. It pissed him off, because he was never paid well. And especially now he had no interest in anything other than mopping around wallowing in his pain and watching Maury’s best of Whose Your Baby’s Daddy.
When stepped outside he saw a mint condition 1969 Mustang parked in front of the house. He slowly walked over to it and walked around. “Good god,” he said.
“The damn thing keeps stopping.”
We turned and saw Grace, his sister’s friend. He hadn’t seen her in years. She was like another sister to him. He remember her when she was born but now…she was all woman. She wore short shorts, a small cut off T-shirt and flip flops. She was the daughter of some small town guy who sold a patent for millions of dollars. Grace grew up with a shit ton of money, and flaunted her wealth. Wes had heard about Grace. She was a bit fast. Easy was what people called her. He shook his head when people told him the stories about her fucking ten guys at a time and how all you needed was to be nice to her to get laid. All the boys in the neighborhood wanted a chance. But Grace was like a sister, and he was like a big brother to her. So he pushed all the explicit thoughts to the back of his mind.
He walked over and gave her a hug. “Hey, what’s up,” he said.
“Nothing,” she said. “When dad died, he willed me this piece of shit.”
“Piece of shit? Are you nuts?” Wes said. “This is like the greatest all time muscle car that was ever made.”
“You sound like a little boy,” Grace said. “That’s funny.”
“Yeah, well this car will do it. So what’s wrong with it?”
“Keeps cutting off. I want to drive it. I get some real good cock driving this around.”
Wes’ eyes got large as he nodded his head.
“I like things fast and hard.”
“Ok, so let me take a look at this and see what I can do.”
“How much?”
Wes shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he said.
Grace dug into her pocket and pulled out three crumpled one hundred dollar bills. “Here,” she handed the bills to Wes. “If you need more let me know.” She ran her hands through her hair as she walked away. Her T-shirt rose exposing her firm tits. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You can drop it off at my place later. I’m having some friends over, so I’ll be home.”
“Jesus,” Wes mumbled.
Wes wiped his hands, stood back, looked at the engine and grinned. He always got a sense of satisfaction from fixing thing.
“Finished?” He took a step back and grinned. A few minutes later he got into the car, stuck the key into the ignition and turned. The roar of the engine brought a smile to his face. He nodded his head and drove off.
He park the car in front of Grace’s house. He thought it was odd, that there were so many other cars parked in her drive way, but he shrugged it off and walked towards the door. He pressed the bell and waited and when there was no answer, he walked around and stopped at the gate to the back of the house. Wes frowned and squinted as he got closer. When he go to the gate he made out everything that was going on. Grace was surrounded by five men naked men. She was on her knees and grabbed and sucked on cock. We couldn’t believe it. This was Gracie. The little girl I used to call my play sister, he thought. He shook off the thought and moved closer.
Grace was now sandwiched between two muscular men. Wes focused on her face and took a deep breath. She looked like she enjoyed everything. The men all took turns and when they were done, Grace lay by the pool covered in cum.
Wes leaned back on the wall and closed his eyes. All those rumors her had heard about Grace was true. He rubbed his cock and took a deep breath as he replayed the memories over and over again. He looked back and saw that the men were gone. Grace was in the pool doing laps.
Wes knocked on the gate and entered. “Hey,” he said.
Grace swam to the edge of the pool and smiled. “Hey there,” she said. “Did you fix my car?”
Wes nodded his head and said, “I did. Just like new.”
Grace jumped out of the pool and walked over to a chair. She picked up a towel and wiped her face. “I Knew you could do it,” she said. She then looked at Wes and smiled. It didn’t seem to bother her that she was nude in front of a man that she knew since she was a kid.
There was an awkward silence. Grace
then walked into the house and looked over her shoulder. “I’m going to fix myself a drink. Do you want one?”
Wes took a long hard swallow and nodded his head “Um sure,” he said.
They went into the kitchen.
Grace poured two glassed of wine and smiled. “Did you see the show?”
Wes coughed and wiped his mouth.
“I saw you looking.” Grace walked over and grabbed his crotch. “You could’ve joined in. I like it with more than one man.”
“Do you?”
“I do. I love being fucked by two men at the same time. Having two strong men fuck the shit out of you is almost magical.” She took a sip and continued, “One night I had some friends over for dope and beer. By the time everyone showed up, I was already fucked up. When I was fucked up, I never wore clothes. I must have fucked fifteen guys that night all while my boyfriend jerked off on the sidelines. I fucked the first few guys straight. That was about five or six. The more fucked up I got the more I wanted cock. It got to a point when I couldn’t be satisfied. I wanted a nonstop supply of cock and cum. I lay on the floor with my legs spread while guys fucked my pussy and ass, and afterwards they all showered me with cum.”
“Ok,” Wes said. “But why are you telling me this?”
She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I like sex. I know there’s a lot of stories about me. I just wanted to say that they’re all true.”
“I um, fixed everything for you.” He stuttered and took a deep breath. “All you need is to make sure the oil is changed. It was the carburetor.”
“There was this black guy that came over once. He was so, so gorgeous. I think he was mixed with something because he didn’t look all the way black. Through his pants I could tell he had a major hard on as he looked while I walked around the place naked. I really didn’t know why he hesitated in taking me. Everyone was talking about the gangbang and how amazing I was. I think he was being a gentleman. At some point he asked to use the restroom and I showed him where it was. As he took a leak I stared at him. His snake, my god, that thing he pulled out knocked the breath out of me. There, before my very eyes was eleven fucking inches of light brown meat. Fucking god I had never seen that big of cock before in my young life. In my 18 years I have been with a hundred or so guys. Fucked them hundreds of times, but I had never seen or been fucked by a guy with that much meat ever. After he finished, he turned to me and pulled off his shirt. His body was cut like a fucking marble statute. His arms were like a body builder. His abs was perfect and instinctively I kneeled in front of him on the floor and began licking that chocolate stick his like it was the last Popsicle before going to death row. My god that thing was huge. So much so that by the time he came, my jaws were sore.
My boyfriend walked in as the other dude came in my mouth and after I swallowed, I stood, turned to Sam and wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him on the lips while the other guy’s sperm was still hot and dripping down my chin. Sam couldn’t resist. When he entered me, he spread my ass with both of his hands for the black guy. When I felt those eleven inches enter me, I screamed and grabbed Sam’s neck tight.
Soon they both began pounding me at the same time. It was like I was a fucking pendulum. One would enter me while the other exited, and back and forth. The rush of two cocks in me at once was something was fucking amazing. Sam pulled out of me first and when my legs dropped to the floor, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away from the black guy and pushed me into the bedroom. He threw me on to the bed and straddled my face. When his cock was in my mouth, he began to face fucking me. The more excited he became the harder he shoved his cock down my throat.
The other guy entered my pussy and fucked equally as hard. Now that I think about it, it was kind of gay. Sam was fucking my face while the other guy was on his back fucking my pussy. Anyway, when Sam came he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head into his thighs. He drained every ounce of cum down my throat and then pulled off of me and watched as the other guy fuck me like a two-bit whore. He came, but didn’t pull out and as my pussy filled with his Milano sperm, all I wondered was, I hope I remembered to take my birth control pills. His cum filled me and as he pulled out, I could feel the warm liquid ooze out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass.
I lay there motionless. My eyes wondered.
Sam lit a joint, took a drag and handed it to me. I took a puff and thought, how beautiful my kid would be if I got pregnant by this black guy.
Just as I finished that thought, Sam pushed my legs up, threw them over his shoulders and stuck his cock into my pussy. He moved a few times in and out, kissed me on the lips, pulled out, slid down between my legs and ate me. His tongue explored my walls that were plastered with fresh cum. He made me twist and turn in the sheets as tears of pleasure rolled down my face. I loved sex. Sex is like food. I’d rather have cock than a good steak, anytime.”
“Ok,” Wes said as he pointed to the door. “Your car is all fixed now.”
“Why are you rushing? You don’t like my stories?” She walked closer to him and ran her hands up and down his chest. “I know your wife left you.”
“Listen I just…” he paused and shook his head. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok,” she said as she walked towards the stairs. “You can fuck me if you want.”
“Holly shit,” Wes mumbled. “Um ok.”
He followed her into her bedroom. She sat on the bed, spread her legs and played with her pussy. “Come here,” she said.
Wes walked over and sat beside her.
“Your sister will kill me if she knew I fucked you, so this is between you and me.” She pushed him back and straddled him. As she unbuckled his pants she said, “I like older men. They’re always so grateful when they fuck me.”
He looked at her pussy and smiled.
“You like looking at that?” She spread her legs wider and said, “Touch it.”
Wes rubbed her pussy and breathed heavy as Grace closed her eyes.
“Um, that feels so good.” She opened her eyes and rubbed his face. “Let me see you cock.”
Wes leaned up and unzipped his pants. When he pulled out his cock, Grace giggled and said, “It’s so cute.” She looked at him and leaned closer. “How often did you fuck your wife?”
He shrugged and said, “Once or twice a week.”
She slid his cock into her and rocked back and forth.
I don’t believe this, Wes thought.
She twisted and moaned as she rode his cock faster and harder.
Wes leaned forward and sucked her tits while she rubbed his head.
“That’s it,” she said as she took a deep breath. “Gently.” “Suck them gently.” She slid off of him and leaned between his legs. She took his wet cock and shoved it into her mouth.
Wes tilted his head back and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. “Ugh,” he moaned.
She stood and walked over to the steps and looked over her shoulder.
He rushed over and kneeled behind her, spread her firm ass cheeks and licked her hole.
Grace shuttered. “Fuck,” she said.
He pushed his tongue deeper and then lifted her up.
“Fuck,” she said as he walked around the room while eating her ass.
He then gently lowered her and turned her around.
She wrapped both arms around his neck, wrapped both legs around his waist and as he slid his cock into her she kissed him. She bounced up and down while he sucked on her tits.
“Goddamn,” he yelled. “I want to cum.”
“Yeah baby, you can cum. I want that hot sperm in me. Fill me up.”
He fell back and landed on the couch. He grabbed her tits and squeezed as she bounced up and down. She then slide off of him and sucked his cock. She straddled him again and guided his wet cock into her and as she rocked back and forth, cum oozed out her pussy. “Yeah baby. Give it to me.”
“I’m about to cum,” he yelled. He pushed her off of him and then shoved his cock into
her mouth while grabbing her hair. As he filled her up, he yelled and pulled her deep into his crotch. He twitched stepped back and looked down at her as she swallowed his load.
Wes sighed and looked over at Grace. “Tell me another story,” he said.
Grace smiled and rested her head on his chest. “I was bent over a folding chair. My legs were spread, and my ass sore from him fucking me in my tight hole, but I loved it. I was raised with the belief that sex is not sex unless anal is incorporated. Even after Jim exploded in me, he just kept going. When he pulled his long shaft out, I could feel cum oozing down my inner thighs. I turned. I was weak and physically drained. My body was sore. Jim grabbed me by my hair and pulled me closer to him. Our lips locked and our tongues played together. He then pushed me to the ground and ran his hands through my sweaty hair.
I reached for his cock and shoved it in my mouth and began sucking. I can still taste his sweat, and dripping rod on my lips.” She licked her lips and ran her hand between her legs and began pleasuring herself. Apparently I wasn’t moving fast enough because he began rocking my head over his cock faster and faster. I looked up at him and saw his face twisted in pleasure. I loved seeing a man in the midst of pleasure. He moaned, “Grace make me cum.”
“I grabbed his ass cheeks and pushed myself deep into his thighs. A few moments later, my mouth was filled with his warm sperm. I stood and opened my mouth and as he looked at me he wrapped his hand around my throat. When his grip tightened around my neck, I reached up, grabbed his head and pulled him down to my face and kissed him with a mouth full of sperm. Warm sperm and saliva covered our faces each time I opened my mouth. When we stopped kissing, I swallowed what cum was left in my mouth and looked down at my tits. They glistened with sweat and fresh cum.
I then looked at the clock on the wall and realized that I had an hour before my parent’s flight landed, so I began rushing to get cleaned up. Although my mother, like me, was a slut and we talked openly about sex, I did not want to show up late. She could be a real bitch, so I walked into the bathroom feeling cum drip out my ass and pussy with every step. I ran the hot water and leaned over the sink to splash my face when, Jim slid behind me and shoved his cock into my pussy and began fucking me again. I tried to lean up, but he pushed my face into the sink under the running water all the while pumping his cock in and out of me. He leaned down and bit the side of my neck and ran his hand down my chest and pinched my nipples. He stepped back and pulled out of my pussy only to quickly enter my other hole. He pulled on my hair while ramming his cock between my cheeks and with every thrust was a grunt. I glanced into the mirror above my face and saw how intense he looked and how much of slut I looked like. My hair was wet and from sweat and cum and covered my face. I liked it. I like the way I looked in the heat of passion. It was such a turn on for me.
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