FRK Im usually not into sex stories but damn!

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  1. LSWHAT?

    LSWHAT? Active Member

    Aug 29, 2003
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    Richmond, KY

    I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really
    believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either.
    In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and mother
    and a very successful attorney working for one of the Delaware Valley's
    top firms. I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body
    that my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a small
    two-piece swimsuit. In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do
    whatever my young-stud lover wants me to do.
    Scott, my lover, is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd
    jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc. By all definitions
    of the word, he is a "hunk." He works out and his body is rock-hard.
    Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a
    I am very much the professional in the office, but at office
    luncheons, softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt. I just
    can't help it. At first, Scott was the perfect target for my flirting:
    good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my status and position in
    the office. He was always fun to tease, always a good sport -- until a
    Christmas party at a partner's house.
    In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Phil, at my
    side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening.
    Later in the evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a
    grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Scott.
    "Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed, as he closed the
    bedroom door behind us.
    I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me
    in return, or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.
    His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through
    the green velvet of my dress. His fingers found my braless nipples and
    they hardened to his touch.
    "No, Scott! What do you think you're doing? My husband is
    "I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my neighborhood we know how
    to deal with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met. When
    I'm through with you, you won't tease me anymore."
    His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so
    beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had
    to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole situation
    turning me on. I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and
    it was
    Scott, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was
    causing me to respond. Phil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had
    never talked to me or felt me the way Scott was. This was new and
    exciting. I fell back almost willingly when Scott pushed me back on to
    "Scott! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I was protesting, but I was also
    keeping my voice low.
    Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock.
    He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my pantyhose and,
    instead of removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far
    enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet
    and I started the best orgasm of my life on his second stroke.
    When he came, he pulled out and stood up. I sat up and
    smiled at him, "Wow! I really can't believe that happened, Scott. It was
    great, but I can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"
    Scott grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his
    still-hard cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean."
    I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and
    then licking our juices from its length.
    As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why
    cockteasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the only way
    they know how to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast."
    I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that
    much attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he
    returned his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the
    bedroom without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself
    and returned to the party, he was gone.
    That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex.
    I didn't know it then, but Scott had given me something I could no longer
    live without. Until Scott took me on that bed, I never knew sexual
    excitement like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and I wanted
    At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car
    and demanded a blow job. There was never any question of doing what he
    to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and
    and wanted more.
    I gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual.
    Every afternoon, in my $400 business suits, I'd be sucking on my stud's
    hot cock as his hands roamed over and in my body. He'd fill my mouth with
    cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him clean, drive home and
    be the perfect wife and mother.
    On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me
    to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Phil that I
    preparing for a trial, which always entailed extra hours at the office.
    When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and
    told me to undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most
    wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Scott tired this girl
    His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I
    became a slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my
    release was about to explode, and then back off - he drove me crazy and
    ecstasy. He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole. He
    sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and
    back and breasts and my pussy.
    Phil had been the only other man to make love to me and he
    couldn't compare to Scott. I didn't want the afternoon to end. I wanted
    Scott to fuck me for days.
    I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging
    Scott around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next
    Saturday, slut."
    "I'll be here."
    "See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."
    "I'll be waiting, Scott."
    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
    blow jobs, I begged Scott to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he
    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
    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 blow job, 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
    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
    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
    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
    "Put these on, Janece. 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
    entertain your friends -- just you. I'll wear this outfit for you."
    Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem,
    Janece. You know the rule -- you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore.
    that simple. You wear this for my friends or you go home and don't ever
    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,
    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
    for feels and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock
    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,
    him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto
    cock. He pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his
    mouth and hands.
    That started the party in ernest. 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,
    guys were crude and rude and gross. One guy had me lie down on the coffee
    table as he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up. Another
    guy pulled his cock out of my mouth as he started to come, and shot his
    warm, sticky jism on my tits, and then lifted each one up to my mouth so
    could watch me lick his cum off my nipples.
    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
    erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my face. The
    sight of the cum must have been enough for Sean and Dave, because they
    came within seconds of each other.
    For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, 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
    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 whore house 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,
    leaned back against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside
    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 blow job. 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
    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
    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 garterbelt, 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 livingroom 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
    goodlooking 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 not get a
    stripper for the party. It seems he didn't want to risk any hanky-panky
    the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure! "I didn't
    think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here's what happens.
    Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch what
    he could have had, because....." Scott opened my raincoat and threw it
    out of the room, "...the Sex Machine is here!"
    For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12
    guys there.
    Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every time it was no more
    than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It wasn't long after I started,
    that Gary began to beg to be released. I tempted him with my tits and ass
    and snatch, but Scott refused to release him.
    Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if Gary should
    be allowed to change his mind. Most of his friends booed the idea, but
    Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it. We tried thinking of a
    challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum dripping down my thighs from my
    overused and overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Gary could fuck
    me, he had to eat me clean. Gary didn't hesitate.
    I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see their
    cum over and in my pussy. Scott untied Gary and he fell on top of me,
    diving into my cunt. The room burst into cheers as I came and came.
    At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my
    sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of me.
    I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs. Scott wrapped my
    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. 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 video tape. 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 read that one a little bit ago and I all i can say is "Wow!"
  2. stoliohranj

    stoliohranj beautiful fucking tits man

    Jul 26, 2004
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  3. EkriirkE

    EkriirkE Zika Xenu OT Supporter

    Jan 11, 2004
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    Dublin & San Francisco, CA
    I dunno about reading it 1st person female
  4. stoliohranj

    stoliohranj beautiful fucking tits man

    Jul 26, 2004
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    i think i liked it better. maybe if it had more detail other than 'he fucked me for 2 hours'
  5. Acesn8s

    Acesn8s The Deadman's Hand

    Apr 5, 2002
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    Allentown PA
    I live just north of the Delaware Valley.
    edit: and I'll probably be the wet blanket here, but I felt sorry for Phil more than anything else reading this story. :o
  6. Heyhey

    Heyhey New Member

    Apr 20, 2004
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    Wow uhhh wow
  7. LSWHAT?

    LSWHAT? Active Member

    Aug 29, 2003
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    Richmond, KY
    :werd: needs details.
  8. kris

    kris Active Member

    Feb 13, 2003
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    Sucks to be Phil. Sucks to be her. Scott already placed in on Kazaa. :o
  9. DreamStylez

    DreamStylez Guest

    I dont believe that story for a second, I honeslty think that it was a guy that wrote that story..
  10. contactone

    contactone OT Supporter

    Sep 23, 2002
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    Cary, Il, formerly of Waukegan
  11. accordfreak93

    accordfreak93 Go Preds!

    Apr 7, 2002
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    honestly i did too. would suck not to know that you had a grade A whore for a wife.
  12. thisgsx

    thisgsx Active Member

    Feb 22, 2005
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    Damn!! Invite OT next time!!
  13. Repost

    Repost PENCIL DICK

    Apr 12, 2004
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    In ur prisonz - england
    I wacked it to that :hs:

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