It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday was even better than the first! Scott was so young and strong and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another long week between Scott's fucks. Every night, during our garage blowjobs, I begged Scott to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects of my life-I was physically and sexually addicted to Scott. On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't
alone when I arrived.
"This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott.
I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a while. I couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with the fucking! I get hot just being close to Scott. Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Sean you'd give him a blowjob, before he left."
"No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't understand why Scott would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.
"Well, babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck out of here. No more fun times with me."
I knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Scott's pleasures so easily.
"Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."
With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped my lips around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth.
Before Sean came, Scott entered the bedroom. He was naked and seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with my mouth. His dick was hard and I reached for it with my hand as Sean exploded in my mouth. I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the next several hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same time. It became obvious that Scott's favorite position was pounding his cock into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Sean's cock.
My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's apartment. I couldn't believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago, only my husband had ever made love to me, and that day I had been used and abused by two young studs. I wondered why I didn't have regrets or more guilt. The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and kinkier. I continued to go to Scott's place almost every Saturday for the next couple of months. Most days Scott was alone, but Sean did show up occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.
In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a skirt, too short for anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front, and very high heels.
"Put these on, Janice. I'm having some friends over to watch basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."
I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my experience with Sean. "Scott, please don't make me do this. I don't want to entertain your friends-just you. I'll wear this outfit for you."
Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem, Janice. You know the rule-you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore. It's that simple. You wear this for my friends or you go home and don't ever come back."
An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make-up than I have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Scott, Sean and three friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me to sit on it. Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his mouth and hands.
In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a skirt, too short for anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front, and very high heels.
"Put these on, Janice. I'm having some friends over to watch basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."
I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my experience with Sean. "Scott, please don't make me do this. I don't want to entertain your friends-just you. I'll wear this outfit for you."
Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem, Janice. You know the rule-you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore. It's that simple. You wear this for my friends or you go home and don't ever come back."
An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make-up than I have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Scott, Sean and three friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me to sit on it. Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his mouth and hands.
That started the party in earnest. After that first fuck, I moved from lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they could shoot their load and get hard again. I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an attractive, willing woman available to take care of their animal urges, these guys were crude and rude and gross. One guy had me lie upside down on the sofa and banged me hard.
Sean laid on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock. Another guy, Dave, stood over Sean and I sucked his prick into my mouth. Within a few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching. I reached for his erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my body. The sight of the cum must have been enough for Sean and Dave, because they both came within seconds of each other. Dave pulled his cock out of my mouth as he started to come, and shot his warm, sticky jism on my tits.
For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, Ι serviced their cocks. They were no longer men to me, only jerking, pumping, shooting cocks. And I loved every minute of it. Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had been for me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get dressed and to go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone's moans and groans because I was leaving.
When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink and Phil was napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the shower. I smelled like a whorehouse next to a brewery. I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Phil stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess was that he woke from his nap with an erection and wanted me to do something about it. Without a word, I leaned back against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I thought about him adding one more gooey load to the 10 or 12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm of my action-packed day.
After the party, things got back to "normal" for a while. Everyday after work, I give Scott a blowjob. He lets me visit him about one weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday. Sean is usually there on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also shows up. It doesn't matter to me whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I service them all- letting them do whatever they want to me.
Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he handed me a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm that night, wearing a lot of make-up and the contents of the bag. I told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night. Scott told me to be there or else say goodbye, and then he walked away. Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some women from the office for a bachelorette party. I didn't know then how close to the truth I was. I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag. All that was in it was a black garter belt, black stockings and black high heels. It wasn't easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my raincoat. Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had to knock several times. Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into the apartment and announced, "The entertainment's here. Get the groom ready!"
More yells from inside followed. Scott curled his finger for me to step inside. His living room was full of men. Beer cans were everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of the room was a good-looking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him. Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen. This is the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean. The rest of you-well, hold on to your balls!
"Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I will not get a stripper for the party. It seems he didn't want to risk the night before his wedding...” Scott opened my raincoat and threw it out of the room, "... So I brought the next best thing... the Sex Machine is here!"
“Gary, she is all yours to do as you please,” Scott announced.
They moved me to the bedroom and gangbanged me any possible way. I was double fucked, triple fucked and I was fucked one on one.
When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink and Phil was napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the shower. I smelled like a whorehouse next to a brewery. I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Phil stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess was that he woke from his nap with an erection and wanted me to do something about it. Without a word, I leaned back against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I thought about him adding one more gooey load to the 10 or 12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm of my action-packed day.
After the party, things got back to "normal" for a while. Everyday after work, I give Scott a blowjob. He lets me visit him about one weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday. Sean is usually there on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also shows up. It doesn't matter to me whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I service them all- letting them do whatever they want to me.
Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he handed me a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm that night, wearing a lot of make-up and the contents of the bag. I told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night. Scott told me to be there or else say goodbye, and then he walked away. Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some women from the office for a bachelorette party. I didn't know then how close to the truth I was. I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag. All that was in it was a black garter belt, black stockings and black high heels. It wasn't easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my raincoat. Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had to knock several times. Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into the apartment and announced, "The entertainment's here. Get the groom ready!"
More yells from inside followed. Scott curled his finger for me to step inside. His living room was full of men. Beer cans were everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of the room was a good-looking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him. Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen. This is the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean. The rest of you-well, hold on to your balls!
"Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I will not get a stripper for the party. It seems he didn't want to risk the night before his wedding...” Scott opened my raincoat and threw it out of the room, "... So I brought the next best thing... the Sex Machine is here!"
“Gary, she is all yours to do as you please,” Scott announced.
They moved me to the bedroom and gangbanged me any possible way. I was double fucked, triple fucked and I was fucked one on one.
For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked the 12 guys. Everybody had me at least twice, and every time it was no more than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. Finally, when things slowed down, Scott wrapped my raincoat around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a present for me in my pockets.
I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and cunt felt like I had just given birth and my ass was killing me. My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours in a dentist's chair. My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed teeth marks. I asked myself, "What the hell was I doing?"
When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom. All was quiet. Then, I remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my pockets. In each was a videotape. I couldn't imagine why Scott would give me a tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit "PLAY." I couldn't believe it! It was a tape of this evening's festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered what Phil would think if he saw them? I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet. As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell Scott no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just don't know what I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."
I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and cunt felt like I had just given birth and my ass was killing me. My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours in a dentist's chair. My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed teeth marks. I asked myself, "What the hell was I doing?"
When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom. All was quiet. Then, I remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my pockets. In each was a videotape. I couldn't imagine why Scott would give me a tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit "PLAY." I couldn't believe it! It was a tape of this evening's festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered what Phil would think if he saw them? I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet. As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell Scott no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just don't know what I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."
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ReplyDeleteVery erotic story - thanks for posting - the animations are great!
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