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This is a true story.

Yes, I know that one should practice safe sex and I’ll never do anything like this crazy again, but it was a spur of the moment thing and alcohol clouded my judgment. What can I say?

I am 27 years of age and I was married at 18. I’d never been with another man, until several months ago.

I am often teased about my red hair and a slight sprinkling of freckles and my 38-D tits.

At my place of employment we work different shifts. There are a lot of blacks working the swing shift, and I’ve become friends with some of them over the past couple of years.

One is an especially good friend. Jeff and I often joked and talked about sex. We’d kid each other about interracial sex and what our baby might look like. He was so black and I was so white neither of us could quite imagine what our child would look like. Yeah, I know this was a strange relationship, but I was attracted to Jeff and we kidded all the time like that.
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“Well guys, I guess I’ll see you later, ” Chris said, walking out the door, and getting into his car.

“Bye Chris, ” Lance waved, as he shut his door. He walked back into his living room where Justin, JC and his longtime girlfriend, Jess, were sitting. Lance sat next to Jess and draped an arm around her shoulders. Jess smiled and kissed his cheek. Justin sighed and sat back in his chair.

“I’m so bored, ” Justin complained, looking at Jess.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Jess asked, looking at him.

“He wants you to give him a blow job, ” JC laughed.

“Oh God, ” Lance rolled his eyes. Justin grinned and felt himself getting hard just thinking about Jess sucking his dick. Jess smirked at him and licked her lips. She brought her hand up to her mouth and made her tongue bulge one side of her cheek out as she moved her hand up and down in front of her mouth, like she was giving a blowjob.

“Ugh … ” Justin moaned, watching her. JC saw what she was doing and also felt himself getting turned on. Lance glanced over at her.
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“I still don’t know why you don’t just have a sewing bee or something,” Jack said, as he dug the folding card table out of the back of the storage space.

“Oh, my God. You sound like a Neanderthal. We don’t plan on smoking fat cigars or anything. We just decided to get together for poker, that’s all.” Lisa shrugged and gave him a little grin. She had her light brown hair pulled through the back of a baseball cap, a look that always seemed sexy to Jack, although he could never figure out why.

Jack didn’t really mind that the four ladies were all coming over for a game of poker. He just didn’t want to seem too anxious, because he didn’t want Lisa getting jealous. She’d met her friends at aerobics, so they were all in fantastic shape. He’d often fantasized about them, and for the poker night he had agreed to play the proper host and serve them drinks and food.

Jack managed to hide his excitement for the next few hours, and pretended to be resigned to playing the butler when the doorbell finally rang. He answered the door and invited Brianna and Tanya into the house. Brianna was a small blonde, with the tiny features to match – a fact that had led Jack to fantasize often about tying her up and making her squeal with pleasure. Tanya had dark hair and was fuller figured. Jack had wondered how those breasts would look as she rode up and down on his cock.

Using his best W.C. Fields voice, Jack said, “Evening, ladies. Come right in, come right in. Welcome to the party.”

Brianna and Tanya laughed a little and Jack offered them a drink. They both asked for a beer, and just as he had finished serving them, the bell rang again. At the door were Marie and Amy. Marie had long red hair that Jack suspected wasn’t her real color. Amy had oriental features that drove Jack wild, although he tried hard not to let on to that fact.
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When I was in college, all the girls went to frat parties every weekend. I was pre-med, so I was always doing homework. They would get all tarted up in short skirts and tight tops, and I would be hunched over a book in sweats and a t shirt eating ramen noodles out of a cup.

All the girls would come home early Saturday morning, lipstick smeared, with their bras and panties in their purses, and regale me with stories of all the guys they’d fucked.

Bent over the couch taking it from behind, straddling a guy in his bedroom while blowing his roommate, eating each other’s pussies while the guys sat around in a circle and watched and jerked off on them. They even told me about contests!

One contest that they seemed to have each week was the blow job contest. Two girls would get completely naked and kneel on the floor. Willing participants would drop their pants and stand in line to get blown by these girls. Each girl would blow as many guys as she could in an allotted amount of time to see who could get more guys to squirt on their faces.

Each girl would have a team of “fluffers” who would tease the guys till they got hard. Sometimes the fluffers were naked too. They fluffers weren’t allowed to put their mouths on the guys cocks and were only allowed to use their fingers to lightly stroke the cock. – no jerking the guys off. So most of the girls got naked and masturbated or ate each other out to get the guys hard. Each week they had the contest, the previous week’s champion would face off against a new competitor.
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The Christmas season was fast approaching and that meant another Christmas work party. I had been looking forward to this for weeks as I wanted to show off my new husband, Tom. Tom and I had been married eight months ago, and while it was my second marriage, it was his first. My name is Jenny and I’m 39 years old, 5′ 7″ tall and I weigh 125 lbs give or take a few. I’ve never had children and have worked real hard to keep my body in shape. The five days a week at the gym had kept my 36-25-33 body very firm and I took great pride in the stares I received from men wherever I went.

I get along really well with the guys at work. I work as the Marketing Manager for a small firm and report to the VP of Marketing named Jeff. Jeff was a pretty nice guy who left me pretty much to my own devices when it came to getting my job done, and I really appreciated that. For the past few months, I had gotten quite friendly with a number of guys who like to flirt around. I’m getting quite good at the flirting game and didn’t see anything wrong with it since they all knew that it would never go anywhere. This week, however, the guys were getting a little bolder with their comments, asking me what color underwear I was wearing, or how much they wanted to see my tits and how they couldn’t wait to get me alone at the party. Of course, I just played along and told them there was only one way to find out about my panties and how much fun that would be, but unfortunately my husband would be coming to the party too. We all laughed and went on about our business.

Anyway, Tom had been in Europe on business for the last two weeks and was arriving home today, Saturday, the day of the big party. It was around 4 pm and I was lying in the tub surrounded by bubbles. I began thinking about being with my husband again and quite innocently let my hand trail down my body, over my full breasts, along my flat stomach and eventually between my legs. I wasn’t thinking about anything when my fingers found their way to my clit. I let out a little yelp as my fingers touched it and was more than a little embarrassed when I realized what I was doing. I quickly got out of the tub and toweled off. I wrapped my towel around my body and set to work with my make up. I knew I looked good and wanted to look my best for Tom.
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Well this is what I wanted. Emma thought to herself as she felt Buzz’s hand slide up under her top. It was the reason she had come to the party to get a fuck and specifically to fuck Buzz. It was the reason she’d put on the smallest tightest skirt she had and the little strapless top that showed off her navel. It was why she’d spent two hours on her long red hair getting it just right and working on her make up to accentuate her deep blue eyes and firm cheek bones. This was why she had decided not to wear a bra and to put on a small thong. She’d even fished out her one pair of high-heeled shoes so that her calf and thigh muscles would be made more visible to all.

Before she even arrived at the party she knew all her work had paid off. She had felt the eyes of the two guys walking past. Seen the look the taxi driver gave her as she got into his car. Then when she reached the party she had felt the eyes of every guy there look at her. Her skin virtually burned as they all undressed her with their eyes. And what was under the very small amount of clothing was worth undressing. She was above average height slim and beautiful. Her red hair was styled so a few strands hung down over her shoulder. The top was tight and she had left the top two buttons undone so her cleavage could be seen. Not that she was a big girl but they were big enough to be noticed and for her to show off. Her blue eyes shone out from a pretty face with a slim neck and soft shoulders. The skirt barely came down her firm shaped thighs and the shoes improved the definition of her calf muscles immensely. At 21 she was in her prime and knew it.
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“Oh, c’mon honey. We can’t see the screen with you standing there!”

Janice gave myself and my two friends a petulant, sulky look and stomped off to the kitchen.

“Oh well,” I said to Frank, sitting next to me, “I guess we better not ask her to bring us a beer!”

Frank and my other friend, Joey laughed as I got up from my seat to get the beers myself. “Tell me if I miss anything.”

The ball game had been an exciting one so far; the lead switching from team to team as the game progressed. I was reluctant to tear myself away from the TV, but we all needed that liquid refreshment essential to watching any sporting event!

“How long is this stupid game going on?” asked my wife as I opened the fridge, “I’m bored!”

She smiled that impish little grin at me. The one she knows I find hard to resist. “I’m also feeling a little horny, baby. C’mon, get rid of these guys and forget the game, I got something hot just for you!”

I thought about it. My wife can be a hot little bitch when she wants. But I stood firm. “Sorry honey, It’ll have to wait a while, the game’s just getting interesting, and the guys want their beer!”

I could almost feel her icy stare on my back as I returned to the lounge to resume watching the game. Frank, Joey and myself watched, drank and cheered as our team increased their lead. At one point I heard Janice stomping up the stairs and assumed that she was going to watch a soap or something on the TV in our bedroom. I paid no more attention to her until, several minutes later I heard her returning. Joey was sitting by the door and was the first to see her as she entered the room. His eyes stood out on stalks as he looked at my wife. Whilst she was upstairs, she had changed her clothes and now appeared before us barefoot and wearing only the briefest pair of shorts and a thin cotton t-shirt. It was obvious that she had not worn a bra under the shirt and her large breasts bobbed and jiggled under the thin material as she walked. Her attitude had changed as well. She stood in front of us smiling sweetly.

“Can I get you more drinks, boys?”
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I am a 21-year-old brunette who has been happily married to my husband for two years. I wasn’t a virgin or anything when we married but I had only had one other guy beside Bob. I had never imagined I could get into the kind of situation I now find myself in.

Bob is in the Navy and obviously he travels a lot. I hate being by myself but have resigned myself to the fact that this is his job and I try to support him as best I can.

Six months ago Bob was away on his ship on a three- month deployment and as usual the ship organizes functions for the wives to keep us busy as well as bring us up to speed on any changes to the ships program. It was at one of these functions, where a bunch of us wives had got together at a local bar for drinks that I met Trudy.

Trudy’s husband is also on my husband’s ship and we hit it off wonderfully. Later on that evening when the other wives began to slip off to their homes, Trudy and I were just getting started. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s funny how your life turns out sometimes. If anyone would have told me when I was growing up as the daughter of a minister that I’d be letting groups of men fuck me while my husband watched, I’d have thought they were nuts. Yet that’s exactly what I’m doing, and I’m loving every fucking inch of cock I can get crammed into me.

How did this all start? How did I turn into such a cock-hungry slut? It was easy. Growing up in a restrictive, no-fun household like I did, with no brothers or sisters, the child of old fuddy-duddy parents, I was overwhelmed with curiosity over sex. I was also incredibly shy.

My folks wouldn’t let me wear anything the least bit sexy, and of course I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup of any kind, including lipstick. We prayed all the time, didn’t even get a TV until I was in high school, and then I could only watch religious programs on it. In short, my childhood was a real bummer!

When I finally graduated from high school, I managed to land a job working as a secretary for a large construction company. Shortly afterward, my father was assigned to a post in Africa as a missionary.

It was an easy decision to stay here and not move with them. I was earning enough to just barely support myself, so although my folks ranted and raved over my decision, there really wasn’t much they could do about it. I was legally an adult, my mind was made up, and I stayed.

After they left, I started experimenting with the way I dressed. I’ve always had an incredibly sexy body, but until my folks moved I could never dress to show it off to anybody. I started ordering sexy lingerie from mail order catalogues, and I’d wear it when I masturbated, pretending my fingers were some guy’s cock.
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My wife Beth confided in me one of her favourite fantasies. To be held down and ravished, preferably by a big black man. She emphasised that it was only a fantasy as she wouldn’t want to have intercourse with anyone other than myself under any circumstances.

‘Maybe you would like to act out something along those lines.’

‘If it was acting it wouldn’t work,’ she replied.

I went on to suggest. ‘Why not have a real scenario where you would be really forced but it would be prearranged that the limits were feeling and sucking your breasts and maybe finger fucking you.’

She brightened up at that suggestion; I could see that I made a good suggestion.

‘But how could we guarantee that the man would stop at that?’ she asked.

‘You did say you wanted it to be a black man.’
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