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It gets really fucking hot and humid here in San Antonio in the summertime. I've just had my hours cut at work and I have more spare time than usual now. So I've been going swimming a lot - in fact, every day if I can. I just pop a pair of daisy dukes on over top of my bikini bottom and drive over to a pool. I really enjoy the stares I get from males of all ages. (and from some pretty hot women, as well)
I really enjoy showing off my body, and I do it every chance I get. I think mine is pretty amazing. I've been blessed with awesome breasts - they're huge and soft with big brown nipples. My waist is small, my belly is firm, my legs are long and my ass is truly f-i-n-e. I know this because I hear it all the time.
I really, REALLY get off on the way strange men and boys look at me. I can read the desire in their eyes. I myself personally think about sex all the time. Most men; if they're half-way attractive, I look at them and I want to fuck them. I undress them all with my eyes. I'm horny and wet all the time. It's been this way since I first hit my teens. My first fuck happened when I was just a few days shy of my fourteenth birthday. It was in the utility room with my older sister's boyfriend. They both went to UT and were just home for the weekend. To the best of my knowledge, she never did find out.
I literally fucked everyone I could get my hands on back in those days. Everyone - and I DO mean EVERYone - was fair game as far as I was concerned . . . my sister's boyfriends, my friends' boyfriends (and sometimes even their fathers). And then there were the guys who worked at the carwash - and the grocery store - and the gas station, the neighbors, my teachers . . . it really didn't matter to me - if you had a dick, I wanted to try it out.
Of course, I'd tried lots of kinky stuff over the years - like bondage and three-way sex (orgies !) and golden showers and spankings and public sex - you name it, I've tried it (with the exception of sex with kids and sex with animals; also no shit and no blood and no real pain) All sorts of wild devices and toys. Almost all of it was fun some of the time - because it all sort of depends on the guy, doesn't it ? - but mostly I just really like plain old sex. With guys, that is. I'd tried sex with women and it wasn't an unpleasant experience - but it wasn't anything I really wanted to repeat, either. Having said that, I discovered many years ago that girl-on-girl sex was an easy and cheap birthday or christmas present that my boyfriends always appreciated. After all, opening my legs was a lot easier than opening my wallet.
I'm twenty-eight years old and I've been living with Quentin (he's my fiance) since about February, I think. The wedding's going to happen in September - at least that's been the plan up until now. I'm not so sure about any of it anymore, though. He's busy working several nights a week. "Building his career", he says. And while he's at work, I'm home playing with my computer, my webcam and a whole string of drooling married men. I love stripping for guys and do it almost every night. My poor Quentin doesn't have a clue.
I also found myself a brand new sex buddy named Benny. Quentin doesn't know anything about Benny, either. (You might have gathered there's a lot of things Quentin doesn't know anything about) We've been seeing each other for a couple of weeks. He and I have sex whenever he can get away from his overbearing wife and kids. (I tend to specialize in married men, preferably with families these days) Benny has a short, really hairy body and a not-too-long but really fat cock that fills my pussy just fine. But it's the way he uses his tongue that makes me so fond of Benny. Damn, but the man is talented !
I usually have sex with these guys for just a couple of weeks; no more than a month - and then somehow their wives find out. And that's just fine with me because these aren't "affairs"; they're just down and dirty sex and that's all. Nothing more and nothing less. No matter what - there's always going to be another horny and unhappy middle-aged guy out there, looking for a little sweet ass on the side. I mean, Benny must be the sixth or seventh guy I've been with just since I moved in with Quentin back last winter.
It was silly old Quentin who first bought me the webcam - it's supposed to be a way for me to stay entertained at night while he's at work - and also a way to keep in touch with my mama in Memphis, where she lives with her new husband. Well, OK - it's that - and a whole lot more. I have so much fun with my webcam; I swear it ought to be illegal.
Martin was my very first online fuck friend. He was a corporate attorney and a real leg man. He was also at least twice my age and had a perpetually hard cock. I was intensely angry and frustrated one night and went to a chat room. I hadn't even thought of using my webcam to entertain the masses until I met Martin online and he asked me if I had one - and the proverbial lightbulb went off in my head. I stripped for him that night, and sucked his dick bone dry the next night. And for the next month or so, we explored each other's bodies at every available opportunity. For an older man, he was awesome. Rock hard cock that he knew how to use, plenty of stamina - what more could a girl want ?
When Martin's wife found out about us, we said our good-byes and I moved on to fucking Steve. He was a local delivery driver, so it was insanely easy for us to find chances to see each other. Steve was strictly an ass man. Since he had a long thin penis, I actually enjoyed having him fuck me up the butt. His visits were random, unplanned and exciting. But he lost his job in the middle of our third week together, so we had one last fuck fest and then it was over between us.
That night I was sitting in front of my computer - already having met Patrick and was busy taking my clothes off for him and fantasizing about the next night when we'd first be able to touch each other. I rubbed my fat clit and sucked my swollen nipples later as I went to sleep, thinking about it. He didn't disappoint me, either. He told me he was a real player; that he was screwing three or four other girls besides me. That was A-OK with me, as long as he used proper protection. So long as I got mine, I really didn't care. And the man was an ACE lover, let me tell you . . . he could get me screaming and moaning in minutes. I always had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm when I was with him. The fact that he was a real hottie didn't hurt matters at all, either.
But all good things must come to an end, and that's how I first started screwing my dear Allen. He had the absolute biggest cock I'd ever seen in my entire life. The first time we had sex, I felt like I was being ripped right in half. (But what a glorious feeling !) We had mad, passionate, frenetic sex at least three times a week for a little over a month. I was always in a happy, cheerful mood during that time. Silly Quentin thought it was him that was bringing a smile to my face . . . But Allen's poor wife was a mistrustful cunt and she followed him around town until she found him. She came pounding on my apartment door. I answered the door and she barged in and went straight to my bedroom where Allen was laying naked on my bed. She screamed about how this wasn't the first time she'd caught him cheating. Then she yanked him out of the bed and pulled him out the door, screaming and yelling about what a miserable, useless slut I was.
Tom followed right on Allen's heels. Tom was my dream man come true. He was tall, pale, blonde and blindingly handsome. Sweet. Sensitive. Creative. And he was ready for sex anytime - with his hands and tongue and incredibly hard penis all working in unison to bring me to delightful climax after delightful climax. His wife worked two jobs, so he had loads of spare time to spend pleasing me. I liked everything about Tom. I liked the way his skin felt against mine. I liked the way he smelled. When his job moved him out of town (at least temporarily) I actually missed him. I was surprized about that. My poor pussy was empty and lonely. Sometimes I still miss him.
Maurice came into my life about week or so after that. At first, I didn't think he was my type. (like I really had a type !) But it would have been kind to say I wasn't very attracted to him in the beginning. He was considerably older than me - and he had a pot belly. A great big round pot belly. But his persistant manner and wonderful personality and sense of humor soon won me over. And I'm glad because he turned out to be one of the most responsive lovers I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. He loved to take me to a few private places he knew about - all of them outdoors. He loved long, slow fucking in the woods and on the beach. He was also fond of having sex in public bathrooms. He taught me all about the exquisite thrill of being naked and having sex in public and almost being caught. Ooh ! I'm getting all wet now, just thinking about it.
And that brings us up to Benny, my current fuck buddy. We're going at it hot and heavy these days. I can't get enough of that fat little cock. Benny claims to have sex with his wife every night - in addition to all the fucking I'm getting.
So . . . As you can see, I'm probably not what you'd call the best marriage material walking the face of the earth . . . To tell you the truth, Quentin bores me absolutely shitless these days. I'm just not interested in him - (I've been wondering was I ever REALLY interested in him ?) - and I can't fake it anymore. It's not fair to either one of us. He and I have sex a couple of times a week, but my heart's just not in it. I thought by having as much sex as possible with all these different guys, I'd be able to get it out of my system and be happy with Quentin. But it ain't working. I love getting loads of attention from other men, and I don't want to live without it. I'm starting to think I ought to do us both a big favor and just break it off between us - only I don't know how. I really don't want to hurt his feelings, but maybe I ought to let him catch me in bed fucking someone else. It'd break his heart for sure, but he wouldn't want anything else to do with me afterwards. I'm positive of that. He'd be much too hurt. But I'd be free to do what I pleased. He would be, too. And I'm such a nasty heartless bitch, that's probably the way this one will play out.
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