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[Mickyb9669]

Jen - Hotel Bar (Part 3)

Dave and Chris weren’t idle. Dave positioned himself behind me, lubricating his cock and pressing it against my asshole, slowly sliding it all the way in my ass. Meanwhile, Chris knelt on the other side, his cock in his hand, stroking and I switched sucking him and Mike.

“Fuck me harder, Dave,” I urged, Dave did as told, pushing into my ass with a grunt. Mark’s rhythm matched his with every thrust, even more forcefully. I was sandwiched between them, taking Dave’s cock in my ass and Mark’s balls deep in my pussy. I loved being DP’d.

“Goddamn, that’s tight,” Dave groaned, setting a steady pace.

Chris moved closer, positioning his cock at my mouth. “Suck me, you dirty whore.”

I took him in, moaning around his length as the four men used me for their pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of our fucking—the wet slapping of skin, the heavy breathing, the occasional curse word or cry of ecstasy.

Mark came first, his cock twitching inside me as he shot his load deep in my pussy. “Fuck, I’m coming!” he roared, collapsing backwards on the bed.

Dave followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he emptied a big load of cum into my ass. Mark slid from underneath, leaving my pussy gaping and full of his cum. Dave pulled his still hard cock out of my ass as cum dripped down my thigh.

Now it was Chris’s turn. He pulled me up to my knees, bending me over the edge of the bed. His cock slammed into my pussy, still slick with Mark’s cum.

“Your pussy feels so good, Jen,” Chris panted, grabbing my hips and fucking me relentlessly.

Mike wasn’t going to be left out. He moved around to my face, his cock throbbing in front of my eyes. Taking his hard cock and slapped my face with it, “Want me to come on your face, baby?”

I nodded eagerly. “Yes, please. Come all over my face.”

He stroked himself faster, his eyes locked on mine. Within moments, he was shooting his hot cum across my cheeks and forehead, some of it landing in my hair.

“Fuck yes!” I cried, the sight of him coming undone sending me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching around Chris’s cock.

Chris couldn’t hold on much longer. With a final, deep thrust, he came inside me, filling me with his cum. I collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

But we weren’t done yet.

Mark, having caught his breath, came to stand beside the bed. “Roll over, sweetheart. On your hands and knees.”

I complied, presenting my ass to him. He spat on his hand, rubbing it around my puckered hole before pressing the head of his cock against it.

“Ready for this, you dirty girl?” he asked.

“Fuck my ass, Mark,” I begged. “Fill my tight asshole with your big cock.”

He pushed in fast, inch by inch, until he was fully seated balls deep in my ass. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but deliciously so. His cock was bigger than Dave’s, He began to fuck me, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

Dave, now recovered, knelt in front of my face. “Time to swallow some cum, slut.”

I opened my mouth wide, and he began to fuck my face, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe, but the sensation was incredible.

Chris and Mike watched, stroking themselves as they waited for their turn again.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Mark grunted, his pace increasing.

“Come in my ass,” I mumbled around Dave’s cock.

With a final, deep thrust, Mark came, filling my ass with his hot cum. At the same time, Dave pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face, mixing with Mike’s earlier offering.

Chris and Mike were next. Chris got on his back, and I straddled him, lowering myself onto his cock. He reached up to play with my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I rode him.

Mike stood beside the bed, jacking himself off as he watched me bounce on Chris’s cock. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he murmured, his eyes glued to my bouncing tits.

I leaned forward, taking Chris’s nipple in my mouth and biting down gently. He groaned, his hands moving to my ass, helping me ride him harder and faster.

“I’m gonna come again,” Chris warned, his hips bucking up into me.

“Come in my pussy,” I demanded. “Fill me up.”

He did, his cock pulsing inside me as he released his second load of the night. I cried out, another orgasm washing over me as I felt his warmth spreading through my pussy.

Finally, it was Mike’s turn. He pushed me off Chris and onto the bed, climbing on top of me. Without any preamble, he shoved his cock into my pussy, already slick from Chris’s cum.

“You’re such a good little slut,” he panted, fucking me with wild abandon. “Taking all this cock like the whore you are.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Fuck me harder, you bastard. Make me scream.”

He obliged, his powerful thrusts making the bed shake. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed in the room. I could feel another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Mike growled, his movements becoming erratic.

“Fill my pussy with your hot cum,” I begged. “make me the whore I am.”

With a roar, he came, his cock spilling his seed deep inside me. The feeling of his warm cum combined with his words sent me over the edge, and I came with him, my pussy spasming around his cock.

We collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, exhausted mess. The room smelled of sex and sweat, a testament to our marathon fuck session.

After catching our breath, I sat up, my body aching deliciously. “Well, boys, that was… enlightening.”

They chuckled, their eyes half-closed with satisfaction.

“It was amazing,” Mark said. “Thank you, Jen.”

“Don’t mention it,” I replied with a wink. “I am here to please you guys.”

I gathered my clothes, putting them back on. They watched me with lingering appreciation, knowing this was likely the only time they’d ever see me again.

At the door, I turned back to them. “Take care of yourselves, boys. You guys can have the room. And if you’re ever in town again…”

“We know where to find you,” Chris finished with a grin.

I blew them a kiss and closed the door behind me. As I walked down the hall to the elevator, I could feel their cum leaking out of me—some from my pussy, some from my ass. It was a delicious reminder of the night’s activities.

I walked down through the lobby of the hotel past the entry to the bar, I looked over towards the bar and did not see the sexy black bartender. Well, I can always come back another time for him. Back in my car I drove home to my hubby, he was waiting up knowing I was gonna get fucked.

When I got home. My hubby was up in the living room. I walked up to him and gave him a big wet, kiss with my tongue mixing with his. After we stopped, he looked at me and said, “Your breath smells like cocks,…….good girl.”

I looked at him, turned and walked back toward our bedroom holding his hand leading him to the bedroom, “You should come see what my pussy tastes like.”

Amazing story sooo horny

 

[Mickyb9669]

Jen - Hotel Bar (Part 3)

Dave and Chris weren’t idle. Dave positioned himself behind me, lubricating his cock and pressing it against my asshole, slowly sliding it all the way in my ass. Meanwhile, Chris knelt on the other side, his cock in his hand, stroking and I switched sucking him and Mike.

“Fuck me harder, Dave,” I urged, Dave did as told, pushing into my ass with a grunt. Mark’s rhythm matched his with every thrust, even more forcefully. I was sandwiched between them, taking Dave’s cock in my ass and Mark’s balls deep in my pussy. I loved being DP’d.

“Goddamn, that’s tight,” Dave groaned, setting a steady pace.

Chris moved closer, positioning his cock at my mouth. “Suck me, you dirty whore.”

I took him in, moaning around his length as the four men used me for their pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of our fucking—the wet slapping of skin, the heavy breathing, the occasional curse word or cry of ecstasy.

Mark came first, his cock twitching inside me as he shot his load deep in my pussy. “Fuck, I’m coming!” he roared, collapsing backwards on the bed.

Dave followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he emptied a big load of cum into my ass. Mark slid from underneath, leaving my pussy gaping and full of his cum. Dave pulled his still hard cock out of my ass as cum dripped down my thigh.

Now it was Chris’s turn. He pulled me up to my knees, bending me over the edge of the bed. His cock slammed into my pussy, still slick with Mark’s cum.

“Your pussy feels so good, Jen,” Chris panted, grabbing my hips and fucking me relentlessly.

Mike wasn’t going to be left out. He moved around to my face, his cock throbbing in front of my eyes. Taking his hard cock and slapped my face with it, “Want me to come on your face, baby?”

I nodded eagerly. “Yes, please. Come all over my face.”

He stroked himself faster, his eyes locked on mine. Within moments, he was shooting his hot cum across my cheeks and forehead, some of it landing in my hair.

“Fuck yes!” I cried, the sight of him coming undone sending me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching around Chris’s cock.

Chris couldn’t hold on much longer. With a final, deep thrust, he came inside me, filling me with his cum. I collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

But we weren’t done yet.

Mark, having caught his breath, came to stand beside the bed. “Roll over, sweetheart. On your hands and knees.”

I complied, presenting my ass to him. He spat on his hand, rubbing it around my puckered hole before pressing the head of his cock against it.

“Ready for this, you dirty girl?” he asked.

“Fuck my ass, Mark,” I begged. “Fill my tight asshole with your big cock.”

He pushed in fast, inch by inch, until he was fully seated balls deep in my ass. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but deliciously so. His cock was bigger than Dave’s, He began to fuck me, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

Dave, now recovered, knelt in front of my face. “Time to swallow some cum, slut.”

I opened my mouth wide, and he began to fuck my face, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe, but the sensation was incredible.

Chris and Mike watched, stroking themselves as they waited for their turn again.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Mark grunted, his pace increasing.

“Come in my ass,” I mumbled around Dave’s cock.

With a final, deep thrust, Mark came, filling my ass with his hot cum. At the same time, Dave pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face, mixing with Mike’s earlier offering.

Chris and Mike were next. Chris got on his back, and I straddled him, lowering myself onto his cock. He reached up to play with my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I rode him.

Mike stood beside the bed, jacking himself off as he watched me bounce on Chris’s cock. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he murmured, his eyes glued to my bouncing tits.

I leaned forward, taking Chris’s nipple in my mouth and biting down gently. He groaned, his hands moving to my ass, helping me ride him harder and faster.

“I’m gonna come again,” Chris warned, his hips bucking up into me.

“Come in my pussy,” I demanded. “Fill me up.”

He did, his cock pulsing inside me as he released his second load of the night. I cried out, another orgasm washing over me as I felt his warmth spreading through my pussy.

Finally, it was Mike’s turn. He pushed me off Chris and onto the bed, climbing on top of me. Without any preamble, he shoved his cock into my pussy, already slick from Chris’s cum.

“You’re such a good little slut,” he panted, fucking me with wild abandon. “Taking all this cock like the whore you are.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Fuck me harder, you bastard. Make me scream.”

He obliged, his powerful thrusts making the bed shake. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed in the room. I could feel another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Mike growled, his movements becoming erratic.

“Fill my pussy with your hot cum,” I begged. “make me the whore I am.”

With a roar, he came, his cock spilling his seed deep inside me. The feeling of his warm cum combined with his words sent me over the edge, and I came with him, my pussy spasming around his cock.

We collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, exhausted mess. The room smelled of sex and sweat, a testament to our marathon fuck session.

After catching our breath, I sat up, my body aching deliciously. “Well, boys, that was… enlightening.”

They chuckled, their eyes half-closed with satisfaction.

“It was amazing,” Mark said. “Thank you, Jen.”

“Don’t mention it,” I replied with a wink. “I am here to please you guys.”

I gathered my clothes, putting them back on. They watched me with lingering appreciation, knowing this was likely the only time they’d ever see me again.

At the door, I turned back to them. “Take care of yourselves, boys. You guys can have the room. And if you’re ever in town again…”

“We know where to find you,” Chris finished with a grin.

I blew them a kiss and closed the door behind me. As I walked down the hall to the elevator, I could feel their cum leaking out of me—some from my pussy, some from my ass. It was a delicious reminder of the night’s activities.

I walked down through the lobby of the hotel past the entry to the bar, I looked over towards the bar and did not see the sexy black bartender. Well, I can always come back another time for him. Back in my car I drove home to my hubby, he was waiting up knowing I was gonna get fucked.

When I got home. My hubby was up in the living room. I walked up to him and gave him a big wet, kiss with my tongue mixing with his. After we stopped, he looked at me and said, “Your breath smells like cocks,…….good girl.”

I looked at him, turned and walked back toward our bedroom holding his hand leading him to the bedroom, “You should come see what my pussy tastes like.”

A very horny story I loved it got me hard

 

[Mickyb9669]

The Bar Hopping Slut

Jen stepped out of her house that Friday night, her blonde hair tousled in loose waves that framed her face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. At 44, she was a married woman with a figure that turned heads—her 36D tits straining against the low-cut black top she wore, paired with a short denim skirt that barely covered her ass. Mark, her husband, had kissed her goodbye with a knowing grin. 'Have fun, babe. Bring home some stories.' Jen loved this side of their marriage; she was the slut who craved big cocks from strangers, and pleasing them made her pussy throb. Tonight, she planned to hit five spots across the city, chasing that rush in dark parking lots and shadowy alleys, swallowing every drop of cum she could get.

Her first stop was The Rusty Nail, a dimly lit dive bar on the outskirts of town. The place buzzed with locals nursing beers, the air thick with smoke and laughter. Jen slid onto a stool at the bar, her skirt riding up to flash her lace thong. She ordered a whiskey neat and scanned the room, her eyes landing on a burly guy in his late 30s, his broad shoulders filling out a worn flannel shirt. He noticed her stare and approached, his gaze dropping to her cleavage.

'Buy you a drink?' he asked, voice rough. Jen leaned in, her hand brushing his thigh. 'Only if you follow me outside after.' They chatted briefly, but her fingers traced his zipper under the bar, feeling the bulge of his thick cock hardening. Minutes later, they stumbled into the gravel parking lot, the neon sign casting red glows on the scattered cars. Jen pushed him against his truck, dropping to her knees on the rough ground. She unzipped him, pulling out his veined shaft—easily eight inches, already leaking pre-cum.

She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard, her tongue swirling as she took him deeper. He groaned, hands tangling in her blonde hair, thrusting into her mouth. Jen bobbed eagerly, saliva dripping down her chin, her free hand squeezing his balls. 'Fuck, you're good at this,' he muttered. She hummed in response, the vibration making him buck. When he tensed, she pulled back slightly, opening wide as he shot ropes of hot cum onto her tongue. Jen swallowed greedily, licking him clean before standing, wiping her mouth with a satisfied smirk. 'Thanks for the fun,' she said, sauntering back to her car, her pussy wet and aching for more.

Emboldened, Jen drove to her second spot: Pulse, a throbbing nightclub in the warehouse district. The bass pounded through the walls as she entered, the dance floor packed with bodies grinding under strobe lights. She made her way to the bar, her hips swaying, drawing eyes from all sides. A tall stranger in his early 20s, with a lean, athletic build and tattoos snaking up his arms, caught her attention. He was dancing nearby, but when their eyes met, he closed the distance.

They moved to the edge of the floor, bodies pressing close. Jen ground her ass against his crotch, feeling his cock swell through his jeans—long and rigid. 'Wanna take this outside?' she whispered in his ear. He nodded, leading her to the back alley behind the club, where dumpsters loomed in the shadows. The cool night air hit her skin as she hiked up her skirt, bending over against the brick wall. He yanked down her thong, freeing his cock, and slammed into her pussy from behind.

Jen moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts, her 36D tits bouncing with each impact. He gripped her hips, pounding deep, the wet sounds echoing off the walls. 'Your pussy's so tight,' he grunted. She reached back, rubbing her clit, the pleasure building fast. He sped up, then pulled out, spinning her around to cum on her tits, spurting across the soft flesh. Jen scooped it up with her fingers, sucking them clean, her eyes locked on his as she savored the salty taste. She kissed him once, tasting herself on his lips, then slipped away, leaving him breathless in the alley.

Her third destination was a seedy joint called The Backdoor, tucked in a rundown part of the city where the streets smelled of stale beer and regret. The bar was grimy, with sticky floors and patrons who eyed her like fresh meat. Jen loved it—the raw energy. She ordered a shot of tequila and flirted with a rugged guy in his 40s, his salt-and-pepper beard framing a smirk. His hand grazed her thigh under the table, and she felt the outline of his massive cock straining against his pants.

'Outside,' she breathed, leading him to the dimly lit patio that opened to a narrow alley. Once hidden by the fence, Jen sank to her knees on the cracked pavement, unzipping him to reveal a girthy nine-incher, veins pulsing. She sucked him voraciously, deep-throating until her nose pressed against his pubes, gagging but not stopping. He face-fucked her roughly, holding her head, until he exploded down her throat. Jen swallowed every drop, her love for cum making her shiver with delight as she milked him dry.

Back inside, still buzzing, she spotted another guy—a stocky 50-something with a beer gut but a bulge that promised fun. 'Your turn,' she purred, pulling him toward the door. But he grinned, nodding to his buddy nearby. 'We both want a piece.' Jen's pulse raced; she nodded eagerly. They piled into her sedan in the lot, the back seat becoming her playground. She stripped off her top, her 36D tits spilling free, and climbed between them.

The first guy shoved his cock into her mouth while the second hiked her skirt, fingering her soaked pussy before sliding in deep. Jen moaned around the shaft, rocking back to take him fully. They switched, the older one now fucking her from behind as she sucked the other, her body squeezed in the tight space. Hands groped her tits, pinching nipples, as they used her relentlessly. 'Cum for us, slut,' one growled. Jen did, her pussy clenching as she came hard, then begged for their loads.

They obliged—the one in her mouth pulling out to paint her face, cum dripping down her cheeks and onto her breasts. The other thrust deep, filling her pussy with his hot seed, which leaked out as he withdrew. Jen scooped the mess from her thighs, licking her fingers clean, pleasing them by showing off her cum-covered smile. They zipped up and left, but Jen sat there a moment, rubbing the remnants into her skin, utterly thrilled.

Wiping her face in the rearview, Jen headed to her fourth stop: Neon Lights, a mid-tier club with a pulsing crowd and VIP booths. The music thumped as she entered, her skirt now rumpled, but her confidence shone. She danced alone at first, drawing a group of guys, but zeroed in on a handsome 30-something with a chiseled jaw and what she guessed was a big cock from his tight jeans.

They grinded on the floor, his hands roaming her body, cupping her tits. 'Parking lot,' she demanded. In the shadows of the lot, under a flickering streetlamp, Jen dropped her skirt and bent over the hood of her car. He entered her ass this time—lubed by her own juices—stretching her wide. She gasped, loving the burn, as he fucked her hard, his balls slapping her pussy. Jen fingered herself, the dual sensations pushing her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm.

He pulled out and came on her ass, the warm spurts trickling down her crack. Jen reached back, gathering it on her fingers and sucking them eagerly, her moans mixing with his heavy breaths. 'You're insatiable,' he said, zipping up. Jen just winked, pulling her clothes back on, ready for one more.

Her final haunt was Shadow's End, a underground club known for its after-hours crowd—edgy, anonymous. The place reeked of sweat and desire, perfect for Jen's finale. She nursed a vodka at the bar, her body still humming from the night, when a fit guy in his late 20s approached, his eyes hungry. Conversation was short; she led him to the alley out back, a narrow path littered with trash cans.

Pushing him against the wall, Jen freed his cock—thick and curved, perfect for hitting her spots. She sucked him first, kneeling in the dirt, taking him balls-deep until he was rock-hard and dripping. Then she stood, turning to brace against the wall, guiding him into her pussy. He thrust wildly, gripping her hips, her 36D tits swinging free from her top. Jen cried out, the risk of being caught heightening everything.

'Fill me up,' she begged, and he did—pounding until he buried deep, pumping cum into her core. As it leaked out, Jen spun, dropping to suck the rest from his softening cock, swallowing with a contented sigh. She loved pleasing them, feeling their release, the sticky evidence of her adventures.

Jen drove home in the early hours, her body marked with faint bruises and drying cum, a grin on her face. Mark waited up, pulling her into bed. 'Good night?' he asked. She nodded, recounting every detail as he fucked her gently, her pussy still full from the last stranger. Jen was spent but sated, already plotting her next outing—the slut wife who lived for the thrill.

Another very erotic story just loved it .read then all twice.

 

[sexfest2016]

The Bar Hopping Slut

Jen stepped out of her house that Friday night, her blonde hair tousled in loose waves that framed her face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. At 44, she was a married woman with a figure that turned heads—her 36D tits straining against the low-cut black top she wore, paired with a short denim skirt that barely covered her ass. Mark, her husband, had kissed her goodbye with a knowing grin. 'Have fun, babe. Bring home some stories.' Jen loved this side of their marriage; she was the slut who craved big cocks from strangers, and pleasing them made her pussy throb. Tonight, she planned to hit five spots across the city, chasing that rush in dark parking lots and shadowy alleys, swallowing every drop of cum she could get.

Her first stop was The Rusty Nail, a dimly lit dive bar on the outskirts of town. The place buzzed with locals nursing beers, the air thick with smoke and laughter. Jen slid onto a stool at the bar, her skirt riding up to flash her lace thong. She ordered a whiskey neat and scanned the room, her eyes landing on a burly guy in his late 30s, his broad shoulders filling out a worn flannel shirt. He noticed her stare and approached, his gaze dropping to her cleavage.

'Buy you a drink?' he asked, voice rough. Jen leaned in, her hand brushing his thigh. 'Only if you follow me outside after.' They chatted briefly, but her fingers traced his zipper under the bar, feeling the bulge of his thick cock hardening. Minutes later, they stumbled into the gravel parking lot, the neon sign casting red glows on the scattered cars. Jen pushed him against his truck, dropping to her knees on the rough ground. She unzipped him, pulling out his veined shaft—easily eight inches, already leaking pre-cum.

She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard, her tongue swirling as she took him deeper. He groaned, hands tangling in her blonde hair, thrusting into her mouth. Jen bobbed eagerly, saliva dripping down her chin, her free hand squeezing his balls. 'Fuck, you're good at this,' he muttered. She hummed in response, the vibration making him buck. When he tensed, she pulled back slightly, opening wide as he shot ropes of hot cum onto her tongue. Jen swallowed greedily, licking him clean before standing, wiping her mouth with a satisfied smirk. 'Thanks for the fun,' she said, sauntering back to her car, her pussy wet and aching for more.

Emboldened, Jen drove to her second spot: Pulse, a throbbing nightclub in the warehouse district. The bass pounded through the walls as she entered, the dance floor packed with bodies grinding under strobe lights. She made her way to the bar, her hips swaying, drawing eyes from all sides. A tall stranger in his early 20s, with a lean, athletic build and tattoos snaking up his arms, caught her attention. He was dancing nearby, but when their eyes met, he closed the distance.

They moved to the edge of the floor, bodies pressing close. Jen ground her ass against his crotch, feeling his cock swell through his jeans—long and rigid. 'Wanna take this outside?' she whispered in his ear. He nodded, leading her to the back alley behind the club, where dumpsters loomed in the shadows. The cool night air hit her skin as she hiked up her skirt, bending over against the brick wall. He yanked down her thong, freeing his cock, and slammed into her pussy from behind.

Jen moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts, her 36D tits bouncing with each impact. He gripped her hips, pounding deep, the wet sounds echoing off the walls. 'Your pussy's so tight,' he grunted. She reached back, rubbing her clit, the pleasure building fast. He sped up, then pulled out, spinning her around to cum on her tits, spurting across the soft flesh. Jen scooped it up with her fingers, sucking them clean, her eyes locked on his as she savored the salty taste. She kissed him once, tasting herself on his lips, then slipped away, leaving him breathless in the alley.

Her third destination was a seedy joint called The Backdoor, tucked in a rundown part of the city where the streets smelled of stale beer and regret. The bar was grimy, with sticky floors and patrons who eyed her like fresh meat. Jen loved it—the raw energy. She ordered a shot of tequila and flirted with a rugged guy in his 40s, his salt-and-pepper beard framing a smirk. His hand grazed her thigh under the table, and she felt the outline of his massive cock straining against his pants.

'Outside,' she breathed, leading him to the dimly lit patio that opened to a narrow alley. Once hidden by the fence, Jen sank to her knees on the cracked pavement, unzipping him to reveal a girthy nine-incher, veins pulsing. She sucked him voraciously, deep-throating until her nose pressed against his pubes, gagging but not stopping. He face-fucked her roughly, holding her head, until he exploded down her throat. Jen swallowed every drop, her love for cum making her shiver with delight as she milked him dry.

Back inside, still buzzing, she spotted another guy—a stocky 50-something with a beer gut but a bulge that promised fun. 'Your turn,' she purred, pulling him toward the door. But he grinned, nodding to his buddy nearby. 'We both want a piece.' Jen's pulse raced; she nodded eagerly. They piled into her sedan in the lot, the back seat becoming her playground. She stripped off her top, her 36D tits spilling free, and climbed between them.

The first guy shoved his cock into her mouth while the second hiked her skirt, fingering her soaked pussy before sliding in deep. Jen moaned around the shaft, rocking back to take him fully. They switched, the older one now fucking her from behind as she sucked the other, her body squeezed in the tight space. Hands groped her tits, pinching nipples, as they used her relentlessly. 'Cum for us, slut,' one growled. Jen did, her pussy clenching as she came hard, then begged for their loads.

They obliged—the one in her mouth pulling out to paint her face, cum dripping down her cheeks and onto her breasts. The other thrust deep, filling her pussy with his hot seed, which leaked out as he withdrew. Jen scooped the mess from her thighs, licking her fingers clean, pleasing them by showing off her cum-covered smile. They zipped up and left, but Jen sat there a moment, rubbing the remnants into her skin, utterly thrilled.

Wiping her face in the rearview, Jen headed to her fourth stop: Neon Lights, a mid-tier club with a pulsing crowd and VIP booths. The music thumped as she entered, her skirt now rumpled, but her confidence shone. She danced alone at first, drawing a group of guys, but zeroed in on a handsome 30-something with a chiseled jaw and what she guessed was a big cock from his tight jeans.

They grinded on the floor, his hands roaming her body, cupping her tits. 'Parking lot,' she demanded. In the shadows of the lot, under a flickering streetlamp, Jen dropped her skirt and bent over the hood of her car. He entered her ass this time—lubed by her own juices—stretching her wide. She gasped, loving the burn, as he fucked her hard, his balls slapping her pussy. Jen fingered herself, the dual sensations pushing her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm.

He pulled out and came on her ass, the warm spurts trickling down her crack. Jen reached back, gathering it on her fingers and sucking them eagerly, her moans mixing with his heavy breaths. 'You're insatiable,' he said, zipping up. Jen just winked, pulling her clothes back on, ready for one more.

Her final haunt was Shadow's End, a underground club known for its after-hours crowd—edgy, anonymous. The place reeked of sweat and desire, perfect for Jen's finale. She nursed a vodka at the bar, her body still humming from the night, when a fit guy in his late 20s approached, his eyes hungry. Conversation was short; she led him to the alley out back, a narrow path littered with trash cans.

Pushing him against the wall, Jen freed his cock—thick and curved, perfect for hitting her spots. She sucked him first, kneeling in the dirt, taking him balls-deep until he was rock-hard and dripping. Then she stood, turning to brace against the wall, guiding him into her pussy. He thrust wildly, gripping her hips, her 36D tits swinging free from her top. Jen cried out, the risk of being caught heightening everything.

'Fill me up,' she begged, and he did—pounding until he buried deep, pumping cum into her core. As it leaked out, Jen spun, dropping to suck the rest from his softening cock, swallowing with a contented sigh. She loved pleasing them, feeling their release, the sticky evidence of her adventures.

Jen drove home in the early hours, her body marked with faint bruises and drying cum, a grin on her face. Mark waited up, pulling her into bed. 'Good night?' he asked. She nodded, recounting every detail as he fucked her gently, her pussy still full from the last stranger. Jen was spent but sated, already plotting her next outing—the slut wife who lived for the thrill.

You write very well. A sexy, confident, strong woman who knows what she wants and goes and gets it. Would love to bump into Jen on a barstool sometime….

 

[Mickyb9669]

Part 2 - She Walked into a Club (My Fantasy for first BBC)

As her mind began to drift back to her current situation, she noticed her pussy was real wet just thinking about that night. Right then a waiter touches her arm gently " Mam, this section is reserved" she quickly looks up and sheepishly smiles because of her thoughts. "oh, ok thanks I will move, she replies" he points out a high pub table near the dance floor, along the rear section rail. She gets up, trying not to flash the dance floor but has no choice in order to get up out of the low lounge chair. As she walks over to the table, she can feel the juicy wetness of her pussy from her memory of Vegas. Of course, the chair is higher than normal so she steps up and sits on it and now realizes her thighs, short skirt and lace panties that are pretty much see thru are almost eye level to the sunken dance floor. {Geeze can't a girl get. Break, she thinks} she again scans the club, still no hubby. She did notice another glass double door toward the rear of the club. It is a smoked style of glass and says Private, Members only on it. {so, I wonder if that is where the third bar and other dance floor is located}

While she was sitting there looking and waiting for her husband to show, one of those guys she saw earlier came up to here and asked her to dance. It was the Black guy, tall fit and a sexy face. She was about to decline but remembered her hubby’s note and said “Sure, let’s dance” He smiled like a relieved that he did not get turned down kind of smile. She smiled back at him and grabbed his hand as they walked to the dance floor. They danced to the casual beat and moved around each other not getting too close but enough to smell her perfume and his cologne. That song ended and another faster beat song that had some rap lyrics and thumping bass going on. This made her move her hips faster and more erotic as she got into the song and her dancing, she moved closer to him and began to rub against him, he hesitated for a second but then his hands caressed her sides and hips as he moved behind her feeling her ass against his already hard cock. She pressed back against his cock, then she came out of her song and dance endured daydream and realized what she was doing. But it was too late the guy’s hands firmly held her hips and her ass against his cock, which was a nice size as he grinded into her. She looked around to see if she could see her hubby not wanting him to see her dirty dancing with this stud. {uumm no he is now where to be seen she thinks, okay well just a little bit more dirty dancing} She felt sneaky about it and that excitement turned her on more.

She began to show this guy how a woman dances with a man, she turns around and is now real close to him as she makes eye contact, and her hands touch his arms and slides to his waste and pulls him closer. He smiles and she returns his smile. She feels his hips move forward against her crotch, just then she playfully bites her lip, closes her eyes, and sighs a little. The she opens her eyes and licks her lips as she moves with him. At that moment one of his friends, a white guy slides in behind her and begins to grind against her too. She does not hesitate and reach back and pulls him closer. The song begins to slow down, and they move with it and slowly stop. The black guy looks at her and tells her “Wow, you know how to move that body baby.” She replies, “Thank you Trust me I have had a lot of practice” and smiles. The other guy’s hand slides down her back as he stands next to her and onto her ass. She then turns and tells them she needs to go to the lady’s room and heads to the side emergency exit area where the bathrooms are located.

She finishes going to the bathroom and was just exiting when she feels a strong hand grip her arm and pull her toward the exit. She looks up and notices it is the Door man and he looks down at her and says I need you to come with me. She thinks {oh shit, what did I do} He brings her to a small office next to the exit. Closes the door and asks her to sit down. She complies without a word but is kind of nervous now. He sits across at a desk and looks at her.

She notices there is not much to the office except there is a couch along the side wall, a small refrigerator. She begins to ask him what did she do? But he tells her to shut up and looks through some papers. Reads a sheet to himself and kind of nods to himself. He then asks her, ‘what is your name, Mam?” She replies, “Jenny” He goes on “Okay Jenny we have a little, I mean a big situation here. I saw how you were dancing with those two younger guys”

She begins to blush and was about to say something when he again shuts her up. “If you keep interrupting me, I will have to do something” She looks worried now. “The way you were dancing leads me to think you are a little slut” Her eyes widened, and mouth opens in a gasp not believing she heard him right. He immediately stands up, he is 6’5” very muscular and powerful looking. He walks over to her and towers over her. He again firmly grabs her arm but also gently. Pulls her up to a standing position. He then guides her as he walks back to his chair and sits down. Still holding her arm, he commands “Get on your knees” as he pulls firmly down on her arm. Forcing her to her knees. She is now kneeling between his massive legs. She is totally nervous but excited too. She looks downward and right in front of her was his bulging crotch. She can see the outline of his massive black cock along his leg. Now she feels her pussy getting real wet but is still scared.

“Now little lady, you are going to suck my Big Black Cock because you made it hard dancing like that” She looks up at him in a worried way. “don’t you agree? You made it hard now you should take care of it” She did not answer, “answer me slut” he commands. “Yes, I guess so” she replies softly. “You guess so? Didn’t your husband teach you to say yes sir?” “Yes Sir” she says. “Yes, Sir what?” he says firmly. “Yes Sir, I should take care of your hard cock” With that he unzips and reaches into his pants and pulls out a thick 10-inch black cock that is hard and pointing straight up. Her eyes open big at the size of it. He tells her to grab it with her hand. She reaches up and her white fingers wrap around the dark black shaft of his cock but can’t touch on the other side. Her hand is near the base of his cock. His balls are hanging low, as she reaches up and cups and caresses his balls. His hand firmly grabs the back of her head and pulls her mouth onto his delicious black cock.

Wow a Awsome story made me hard reading it

 

[tristantrotsky]

Hi guys, I am working on more stories to publish for you all to read. Hopefully I will get them done soon. Let me know what type of slutty story you all would like to see.

Jen, your own life is slutty enough to fill all our male fantasies...

 

[tristantrotsky]

I just love to be a slut

And you are an inspiration to us all.

 

[Charlesbarber]

Amazing story sooo horny

Stunningly erotic.

 

[Mickyb9669]

Part 3 - She Walked into a Club (My Fantasy for first BBC)

She submits to his power as she lets his black dick slide into her soft mouth. The head of his cock is big and matches the thickness of his shaft. He pushes her head down onto his cock and tells her “Suck that BBC like the slut wife you are bitch” Hearing his dirty talk as she bobs up and down on his massive dick, feeling his hand on top of her head. Knowing she has no choice but to suck his big cock until he shoots his load. {I must suck him off now, can’t let him go away hard. He needs my mouth to release that built up pressure. I must, I think my hubby would understand} she thinks as she sucks more aggressively. She pulls her head off his cock long enough to say, “I want your black cum” with that he releases her head, and she is now stroking and sucking like a good blonde whore wife. He continues to talk dirty to her, calling her a cumslut and that he is going to have his buddies to come in here and get their cocks sucked too. Hearing his deep voice commanding her to suck it good makes her do it more eagerly and with passion.

She can feel his balls tighten up as her head bobs up and down his shaft. As her head comes up to his tip of his cock, she makes a popping sound by smacking her lips together as they slide of his thick head. She looks at him as she strokes his cock, “Where do you want to cum?” “Where do you want it slut?” He replies. “Anywhere you like” she says. He then forces her head back to sucking his cock as he says you are going to take this black cock deep in your pussy and I will shoot my load deep in it. With that he stands up and she is still sucking his cock and he pulls her off it and turns her around fast. She is now bent over his desk and her skirt is up around her waist and panties are pulled to the side. He grabs her by her hips and shoves his BBC deep into her soppy wet pussy. She has already cum from sucking his cock, so his massive dick slide in easily. He fucked her hard and fast not caring about her but just wanting to cum and shoot his big load in her married pussy. She is begging for his cum. “Fuck me like the slut that I am, make me your cum slut” she yells. Not caring about who can hear her. Then he bucks one last time and drives his big black cock deep into her pussy and shoots load after load of hot cum. She cums so hard her body shakes as she is impaled on his beautiful cock.

He finally finishes cumin after like 6 or 8 spurts and slows his pumping of his cock. He then pulls out of her used married pussy; she whimpers aloud as she did not want it out of her cunt. He sits down, his massive cock is somewhat limp leaning onto his thigh. She is still laying over his desk exhausted and feeling used. She loves that feeling. He commands her to turn around and come clean off his cock. She turns around and returns to her knees between his legs, grabs his wet cum soaked cock and begins to lick it clean as she looks up at him for approval. He looks at her and nods his approval as she licks and sucks off his and her cum from his cock. When she is sure his cock is clean and only a little smaller as it is becoming limp. He reaches for the paper on his desk and hands her a sheet, the one he was reading earlier.

It read, “Bo, here is a picture of my wife. When you get the opportunity pull her into your security office and scare her a little. She is submissive and is kinky too. She has had a BBC only once before and I want her to have another. You and I have been friends for a while, so it is cool with me if you take advantage of the situation, if you know what I mean. You should make her suck your cock before you let her go. She is one hell o f a cock sucker and cums from sucking big cock. Loves a nice big load too. Also, place this go pro camera on your bookshelf so I can record every detail, thanks.”

She is wide eyed as she reads it, and a mischievous smile comes across her face. She looks up at the big black guy, who is now acting non-threatening, and he seems like a big teddy bear, lol. She smiles at him and says okay, nodding her head, so you and my hubby know each other? He says yep. Met him one day about a month ago when he helped me out here at the club when he came by to check things out. She is now relaxed and somewhat comfortable as she sits back in the chair. “Okay, so did I treat you right? Was I good enough for you?” she asks. “Oh fuck yea, I never had a blow job like that and your pussy is fucking tight around my cock” he comes back with. She smiles and says, “Thank you for your cum big guy.” “So now since we know each other better, did my hubby tell you that he goes out of town sometimes?” Yea I knew he traveled for his business he replies. “Well, do you want to keep our little secret going and whenever you need some release you can call me, and I will meet you anywhere” “Oh really? you would sneak around and get used by this BBC?” “Fuck yea, I would.” she replies. Sounds good he says, she gets up and begins to turn toward the door to go find her husband, when he asks her one more question. “So, you ever been gang banged by a group of hung black guys yet?” She stops in her tracks and without turning around says. “Mmm not yet, and

I mean yet”. With that she exits his office and returns to the club and to her seat.

There in the reserved lounge chair s her hubby, sitting smiling at her. She sits down next in the chair next to him. He asks her, “So where have you been I have been sitting out here for about 20 minutes” She looks at him and says, “Baby, I just had a meeting with your friend Bo. He made me take a test orally and I passed with flying colors.” As she leans over and kisses him deeply so he can taste his friends’ black cock on her lips. She then whispers in his ear, “he made me suck his BBC, then fucked me so good I came hard on his awesome dick, and he shot his load inside my pussy.” Her hubby again kisses her approving of her performance. “Also, I arranged for him to call me whenever he needs some release and I will be his BBC slut” Her hubby looks at her with a surprised but happy look and smiles, “mmm that’s my girl” he says. They sit back and enjoy their drinks as Bo walks over to them and places a small black bag on the table, “here you go bro, thanks also” He then looks over at Jenny and winks and she winks back at him. He returns to his job at the door.

To Be Continued…..

Cant wait for the next one

 

[Charlesbarber]

shouldn’t something this long be in stories

 

[Charlesbarber]

shouldn’t something this long be in stories

 

[Mickyb9669]

shouldn’t something this long be in stories

I think yes

 

[BlondeSlutWife_Jen]

Since I have published some stories now, I removed the ones here and agree a little long for the forum.

 

[Mickyb9669]

Since I have published some stories now, I removed the ones here and agree a little long for the forum.

I'll read them get me horny. Thanks

 

[Mickyb9669]

You write very well. A sexy, confident, strong woman who knows what she wants and goes and gets it. Would love to bump into Jen on a barstool sometime….

Me too