The Boyfriend's Birthday Present(s) II

Almost naked - I had put a bow over each breast and one between my legs – I came out of the bathroom. Walking casually towards the bed, I then crawled onto it, beside him, and asked what else he would like for his birthday. We have been together a while, meaning that I know him pretty well, so I did not really anticipate an answer. Instead, I began undoing his pants and asked, “Would you like a blowjob”. He was soft and I was actually kind of looking forward to this. I wanted the feeling of getting him hard inside of my mouth. It’s an interesting feeling taking something so soft between my lips and feeling it harden inside of my mouth. I wanted him to watch me, so I made sure to stay on my knees, kind of curled up into a ball beside him, with my hair pulled out of the way, and his head propped on a pillow. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was clearly enjoying the visual. If I had any doubt about that, his hardening dick in my mouth made it obvious. We went on like this for a while. He was not making any efforts towards moving me, so I had an idea how this was going to end. Well, I thought resignedly, it was his birthday present after all. I took his dick out of my mouth just long enough to ask, “Did you want to cum in my mouth?” He nodded his head. I stopped because now I wanted a kiss first. Isn’t that just the way of it - Have a pretty girl blowing your dick and she wants to stop for a kiss. I crawled up towards him and gave him a deep kiss. “You’re going to actually have to tell me though”, I said playfully. He was being hesitant, so I simply stayed there beside him on my knees looking into his face, almost nose to nose. I think I even made a funny face. Finally, he said, “I want to cum in your mouth”. I started to move, and then decided to be cruel. “Did you want me to swallow too?” I swear that I heard him groan. Hesitantly, he said, “Rachel, I want to finish in your mouth and I want you to swallow me”. Smiling, I returned to sucking his dick. I moved myself around a bit so I could look up better into his eyes. I do not know, I just wanted to see his face when he came in me. Using my hand as well, I bobbed up and down his length. The pre-cum was my first indication, but his moaning soon spurred me on to go faster. I imagined his putting his hands into my hair and taking over. I never took my eyes off of his which were radar locked onto mine as well. “Cum in my mouth baby, I want to swallow you, I need to swallow you”. A little bit later, a gallon of cum spurted into my mouth, then again, and several more times after that. He closed his eyes after the first explosion. I never closed mine. His entire face seemed so excited and relaxed at the same time.

Bet Fully Paid

I may not be “The Blowjob Queen”, but I think eight blowjobs in eight days makes me “a blowjob queen”.

Wide Load had us train our legs like demons. Sunday was four days ago and my legs only just stopped feeling sore. In Wide Load’s world, that means it is about time to go back and hurt them all over again. I do this why? But I digress. When we finished, he took us around to front office and I figured that I knew what he was up too, but he surprised me. He had me sit down while he made us each a protien shake. Then, he disappearred for a moment only to return with a Snickers candy bar unwrapped on a plate with a lit red birthday candle sticking out of its center. You can laugh – I did – but it was sweet. I said something about not needing the calories and he said that chocolate does not have calories on holidays. So, the two of us sat there, in our post workout glow, drinking our protien shakes and splitting the rare non-fattening holiday Snickers.

I joked, as the Snickers was nearly gone (they do not last nearly long enough), that it was probably about time for me to finish paying off my debt. Not for the first time, Wide Load offered to let me out of the bet. Ignoring him, I lowered myself down onto my knees while he stood behind the counter. Keep in mind, just in front of the counter were HUGE glass windows. The counter itself is wood and you can not see through it however. And, with the sun, you can not see through the window tinting either. After seven days of sucking his dick, I did not see any point to being coy, so I simply pulled down his pants and took him into my mouth. I think I prefer taking a man into my mouth when he is soft. I liked feeling Wide Load get hard between my lips. I liked looking up at him and watching him look down at me. It is hard to describe what it feels like to me having him get hard in my mouth and having him look down at me. And when he came, I made it a point not to let go of him until every drop was in me.

And yes, I said eight blowjobs in eight days. The bet with Wide Load was for a week. There was a bet with the Boyfriend too and he collected in the fourth quarter. Damned Packers!

Mission Accomplished

I rolled over like I do any Saturday morning where I want to sleep to sleep in and just lay there watching it get brighter and brighter. The Boyfriend snores. He snores nothing like my Dad who made the walls shake. No, the Boyfriend's snoring is more like a soft white noise. It drowns everything else out, but is not loud enough itself to be annoying. It did not matter, I was wide awake.

I thought about what I had written last night and decided to take things into my own hands. Literally. I slipped a hand beneath my panties and worked towards getting myself ready. You can use your own imagination as to what I dreamed about. : ) Very wet and very ready, I took getting the Boyfriend ready into my own hands. As fate would have it, he was mostly on his back and not really under the blanket. He tends to get hot easy, so is often uncovered by morning. Trying to disturb him as little as possible, I eased him through the opening in his boxers and into my lips. The snoring stopped, so I could tell he was awake. He should have pretended he was still asleep. : ) I like it when I feel my lover getting hard in my mouth. Not really sure why. I have read others write the same thing. I guess its just a girl thing.

I had not really thought about what I was going to do next. The Boyfriend seemed content to let me run the show this morning. I decided it was a Rachel on top morning. On top is the best position for me to hit all those just right spots. I took it slow. Mostly, I just sat astride him, him buried deep inside of me, while I gently grided against him, not really even sliding him in and out of me. I kept this up until we were both close. Then I leaned over and began to seriously ride.

And then I made breakfast! I am not sure which surprised the Boyfriend more. Getting laid first thing or me making breakfast.

Sex as a visual?

I have heard from more than one man that sex is very visual to them. I have always understood that and have played with it on more than one occasion. Re-reading my last post, I think it became even more apparent to me. I am giving Wide Load his blow job and I can see us in the mirror. I can get so wrapped up into what I am doing – how does he feel, is he enjoying it, am I doing it right – that I forget this simple thing. Sex is visual.

It may not be true to all men and I am not suggesting that it is. It is clearly true with Wide Load. Harley also. I would say it has been true for every Lover of mine. And, while the Boyfriend has never said, I am guessing that it is probably true for him as well given his reactions at times to different outfits like the witches costume on Halloween.

Sex for me is all about the feeling. What I want to feel changes which kind of sucks for my guys who want to know how to please me. But, on the whole, I like feeling submissive or, at the very least, that my Lover is dominant. Watching Wide Load and me in the mirror, I thought I looked so submissive on my knees for him, that he looked so powerful (which he is), and that I looked sexy for him. I think I enjoyed giving that blowjob more than any I have ever done.

Halloween Sex

I detest being cold. Give me sweat any time. All summer (Florida only has two seasons, summer and winter), I listen to people bitch about how hot it is. I love it. The hotter the better, I say. Right now, it is 51 degrees outside. I am in HELL. I am so cold and that is with the heater jacked up and me wearing layers of clothing.

Fortunately, Halloween was a lot warmer.

I had planned a fairly sedate Halloween. I was going to walk along with a girlfriend of mine while she took her two kids "trick or treating". I had not been since I was a kid and was looking forward to it. I was not planning on dressing up, but at the last minute her kids really wanted her to dress up too. She did not want to do it alone and called to beg me to dress up too; I guess thinking that she'd look less foolish if I was looking foolish right there beside her. She decided to go as GI Jane (her husband is on deployment in Afghanistan). It was hard to be creative at the last minute. I put on a short black dress, black nylons, heels, and borrowed a black hat from the neighors kids to go as a witch.

The Boyfriend seemed to like it. He asked, "are you a good witch or a bad witch". I responded with "I am a naughty witch". That was essentially the end of his come on, but I knew him well enough to know he was hoping to get laid later with me still in constume.

I am headed over to my girlfriends when, not really thinking, I call Wide Load on an impulse. It was not that unusual. I typically call him whenever I have a few minutes. I was not surprised that he was at the gym. When he learned I was in costume, he would not stop until I agreed to stop and show him. I had thought to stay outside, but he was having none of it and all but carried me inside. Inside, he did carry me and lifted me onto the counter for him to kiss while he stood between my spread legs. (Oh, in case you are wondering, the gym was closed, we were not performing in front of others, no one was there – Wide Load apparently gets a key to any gym he has ever belonged too). Standing between my legs, I could feel what he wanted. To be honest, I wanted it too. But I also knew what the Boyfriend was expecting later as well. Yes, I have fucked two guys in the same day and gotten away with it. But, I did not feel like pushing my luck. I could see the Boyfriend pulling off my panties and askng what this big load of cum was doing there. Wide Load was not one to push the issue. But I did not like the thought of leaving him like that either. I got off the counter and got down onto my knees for him. He knew what I was offering and he did not hesitate to lower his pants for me to suck his dick. One thing about gyms is that they have mirrors everywhere. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just see myself, in full witches gear, on my knees with Wide Load standing in front of me and his dick in my mouth. It was kind of sexy looking, I thought.

Mission accomplished, I rushed off to go "trick or treating". It was a blast and her kids were a delight. She lived in a fantastic "trick or treating" neighborhood. GI Jane and I were also a big hit everywhere.

I returned home to the Boyfriend. Some time had passed so I was not sure he would still be in the mood. It is like that with him. I guess though he really liked the costume (and please note it was entirely G rated, okay), because he asked if it was his turn for "trick or treating" when I walked in.

I Try To Keep My Promise (Part II)

I wanted more passion from my boyfriend. I had promised myself that I would try harder too. If I had meant it, then it was my turn to do something. Part I was not the story I intended to tell. This, part II, is the story I wanted to tell.

My parents live in the same town. They were going away for the weekend. It seemed like the right time and the right place.

I planned things for Friday. My parents would be away. Saturday would mean I'd have all day to think about it and chicken out. Friday would keep me busy with work and then rushing to get ready. I could do this.

The hard part, I suspected, was going to be getting the boyfriend to cooperate without me having to fully tell him what I had in mind. As it was, he wasn't all that difficult. I told him on Thursday that I wanted to do something special for him on Friday. He tried to find out, but didn't press any harder when I said I just needed him to be at my parents place at 7pm.

I was going to cook! Okay, you might need to re-read the first part of this tale to remember why this was a really big deal for us.

My mom was bit more suspicious. I had already okayed using their place, not that they would have cared if I hadn't asked first. I just didn't need them suddenly deciding to turn back around. I told mom I might serve my boyfriend dinner outside by the pool. She made a special point of showing me how to disable the security lights saying she figured I might want it darker for the "candles". The way she put it, mom knew her baby girl was planning on putting out beside the pool. What a mom!

Truth is, I wasn't really planning on dinner out beside the pool. I had thought about it. But, in the end, I thought it might be more surprising to him if I led him out there for the first time when I was prepared to give him his surprise.

Dinner was okay. You're not really reading a sex story to hear about my cooking. Suffice it to say that my anxiety over cooking dinner without blowing it completely wiped out my being anxious over what I had planned later for my boyfriend.

Dinner went surprisingly well. He was very attentive and appreciative. I looked killer in a short red dress, my hair down, those same sexy black heels from our famous kitchen encounter. I was drinking my fill with wine. Remember, wine has this inhibitions killing effect on me. Yeah, he knew he was gong to get lucky that night.

I was waiting for it to get dark outside.

And now it was.

I began clearing the table. Good boy that he is, he started to help. I told him to just talk and keep me company, but that I wanted to do it all tonight. If he only knew how true that statement was going to be too. When I was done, I said I needed to visit the bathroom. He didn't suspect a thing.

I took a deep breathe before I left the bathroom. I was completely naked. No heels this time either. And yes, ladies, I was dripping wet. Apparently, I was excited. I walked out of the bathroom and was grateful to see that he'd gone into the living room. I stopped by the kitchen to pick up the final accessory for his surprise. I then walked into the living room completely naked holding a six pack of Corona.

"Oh my", he said.

I smiled. His look alone told me that he was totally turned on by me. What girl doesn't love to see that.

I am not especially good at demure and submissive, but gave it my best shot. I walked over to him and held out my hand for his. I pulled him up from the sofa, gave him a light kiss, and asked him to follow me. I led him through to the glass doors which led out onto the pool. It was very dark, no moon, and the sky was filled with stars.

"Tonight, you are a ruthless pirate captain".

He smiled, "argh".

"Yes, ruthless. And I am your captured princess. You've stripped me naked and ordered me to perform for you with my mouth".

"I'm liking this", he said.

"It gets better, I hope. You're going to drink a beer, you tell me, and that if I have not satisfied you with my lips before you finish your second beer, that you will allow your pirate crew to begin fucking me from behind. They won't stop using me until your cum is sitting prettily on my tongue, you threaten".

"Really".

It was time to begin, I decided.

"Please Captain, my father is rich, he'll reward you well. Please don't despoil my mouth with your vile seed". It helped to have time ahead to think up things for me to say. You can attribute my saying anything at all to the wine because I have never been more embarrassed and self-conscious in my life.

My boyfriend looked down at me. The moment of truth, was he going to go along with me on this or was I going to be standing her naked, ready to suck his duck, and just look foolish.

"Princess, your father will still reward me well. The only question to be answered is can you please me before I open your treasure to me crew".

Oh, good boy, he was into this.

"You tell me", I say to him, "now, to your knees Princess, ye have some work that needs doing. And then you place yours hands upon my shoulders and push me down onto my knees. I obediantly un-do your pants". There was a certain pleasure at being completely nude before my boyfriend and playing that I was being forced to pleasure him (and no, I am not into being raped, this was all make believe). "Oh please sir, I will do anything; don't use me this way".

"You say to me", I add, "you will do anything I want anyway Princess - now to work . . . or I won't be waiting to give me crew permission to sample your virtue". Looking at him, in my most pouty face, "and tthen I tell you . . . Yes sir . . . " saying it with a whine and faking a sniffle.

I took him into my mouth, slowly at first, making sure he was watching me as much as possible in the darkness. Oh, he was too. His Corona sat in his hand, I think forgotten. "I must be doing something right", I thought. Taking him deep, I looked up at him less and began to work more on my task. I tried to put on more pressure with my lips and tongue this time. I moved slowly up and down his length, then moved quickly for a while, varying the speed and pressure often. I tried to keep my tongue firmly underneath him, trying to give him as much sensation from my mouth as possible. I really don't know how long this went on, but I do know he reached for his second beer.

The beer? I did bring a six pack and, yes, I also said earlier that he didn't really drink all that much. I brought a six pack because I figured he would drink his usual two, when he did drink, and that I would probably be needing the others for me. The wine was still working though. I was good.

I leaned back some and went to take him into my hands.

I took a brief time out from character to ask for a sip of his beer. Okay, it was a good bit more than just a sip.

I'm still massaging his dick with my hands. Finishing my sips, I tell him, "you look down at me and demand . . . What are you doing Princess? I tell you, sounding confused and scared, I'm sucking your dick Sir Captain. You remain gruff with me and say . . . Um, no, you were sucking my dick. Now you have your hand around my dick. You place your hands onto my head and guide my mouth back onto your dick." I had taken his hands into mine and guided them to my head for him to do just that. "And then you say to me threateningly . . . Use your hands again and my crew will use your ass".

At that I returned to sucking his dick. Adding in a few moments, "no sir, please no", and I managed to say with his dick still inside of my mouth. I do pull back a bit, his dick just at the tip of my lips to add, "and then you say . . . do not use your hands again. And swallow, without missing a drop either. I say back . . . Yes sir, I will be a good girl sir".

I return to bobbing on his dick, but its time to add more to my role play. I pause to tell my boyfriend, who has been listening and enjoying intently. "you decide I need to be punished though and say . . . but because you were bad, just trying to use your hands instead, you must be punished".

"No sir, please no, I wail to you".

"You don't listen to my pleas. You say . . . my crew will not have to wait for me to finish this second beer. Get onto your hands and knees and be prepared to pleasure two cocks . . . one at both your ends".

Okay, I will admit it. This little role play with my boyfriend also dealt with my fantasy of having to pleasure two men at the same time. I wasn't going to do it, but this was just in fun. I was willing to tell the entire story and had been so far. My boyfriend had played a little bit, but mostly it was me. I want him to join in more. I hope that he will. "Tell me what's happening", I said suggestively to him, "what is your crew doing to me while I have your cock in my mouth".

I wasn't sure he was going to get into this as much.

I am pleased to say that I was wrong. He tried really hard.

"My first mate is behind you now, Princess".

"Is he going to fuck me".

"Oh yes".

"is he going to cum in me".

"The cum will be pouring down your legs tonight".

A bit later, it was "Pedro's" turn at me. "Pedro wants to hear you beg him not to fuck you".

"Pedro please, don't fuck me. Please don't shove your dick inside of me. Please don't pump me full of your cum. Please don't use me".

I ask my boyfriend then, "what is Pedro doing now".

"Oh, he says he is still going to fuck you, he just wanted to hear you beg".

Another crew mate was "Israel". My boyfriend told me that Israel was fucking me now, hard, demanding, that was going to spank me until I was moaning in pleasure for him.

Believe it or not, but I've not been that much of a noise maker in bed. However, I will admit it, I am sometimes a moaner.

I would love to tell you that I can remember every single thing he said. Truth is, I was a bit busy at the moment sucking his dick. And he wasn't the most descriptive anyway. It was okay though, we were both having a good time. And apparently, he had me pulling one massively long train!!!!!

This went on for quite a while. I shared another beer or two with my boyfriend. I think he was having a tremendously good night.

I took a break with my mouth and slipped my hands back around his dick. I took another sip from the beer my boyfriend brought sweetly to my lips. Then, I stopped, and gave my best horrified look at my hand wrapped around his dick.

"No sir, please, it was an accident, I will be good, I can make you cum with my mouth, please don't fuck me in the ass, please Captain, let me make you cum in my mouth".

Hopefully, you realize that this was to be the final part of my story for my boyfriend. If he expressed any interest in my VIRGIN ass, then I was going to let him have it.

I continue along so that he would know it was okay.

Looking at my boyfriend, I tell him, "and you say . . . but Princess, a Pirate Captain who gives a command must be obeyed and you disobeyed . . . now how am I going to look if I don't follow through".

Still looking at him, I just asked, "would you like my ass?"

He smiled the most wicked grin when he said yes.

"Then lead your captive to the towels over there", I said pointing to a number of towels I had laid out before he'd arrived. Several towels and a pillow, with a bottle of lube too, to make things easier . . . or so I hoped. He helped me to my feet. "Give me another sip of beer first", I said, taking a very long drink.

He took me to the bedding of sorts which I had created. I took the lube from under the pillow and applied it liberally to both him and me. I had read about this, but was not sure about it. He laid me back and lifted my legs high over my head. My boyfriend has this one, let's call it a fetish, thing he likes; he loves to lift my ankles as far behind my head as he can get them. He lined his dick up with my hole and I told him to slowly make his way inside.

Okay, this hurt!!!!

I gritted my teeth, but was determined to 'ride it out'.

He took a while and he nearly pulled back out when he saw me grit my teeth. "No, no, its okay, keep going", I told him. When he was fully seated up inside of me, I think we both felt like we'd accomplished something.

He took my ankles and began to press them ever farther behind my head. Fortunately, I've learned to bend well over the years. This is the one thing he is guaranteed to do in almost every fuck session. He loves it, I'm telling you. Of course, the further my ankles go, the deeper he seems to get inside of my ass.

Oh wow!!!!

Adjusting to him, he began to rock inside of me. By now, he had me bent so much in double that his chest was on my boobs and he was able to kiss me on the lips.

I was never more vulnerable to a man than in that moment; doubled up with him fucking my ass.

Between kisses, I said to him, "tell me you love me". I guess I had stopped being the captured princess. I needed to know he appreciated me, that he wanted me, that he wanted this.

"I love you", he said, kissing me deeply.

I needed that then.

He said it several more times for emphasis.

Then he began to fuck me all the harder. And harder. And harder.

Being doubled up like I was, there was nothing I could do to move with him. My body was completely his for his use. He was in complete control. I was there simply to accept him inside of me.

He kept increasing his pace.

He was demanding the most from my body.

I couldn't move, true, but he was wanting me to accept all the fury he could place into fucking me.

I could not deny him. I was trapped beneath him.

He fucked me the hardest he'd ever fucked. He began to grunt with each thrust. I raked his back with my nails and moaned all the louder into his ear. He pushed my ankles even further back, his forehead now resting on the pillow beside mine, he never stopped stroking his dick inside of me. He pulled his face back just enough to lock eyes with mine.

No words were said.

None were needed.

I wanted him to know, by look alone, that I was not moving until he was completely done with me. I was his that night. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Cum inside of me.

He rode all the harder still. And I could tell, our eyes never leaving one another, I could tell when he was right there.

"Cum in me".

And he did.

I Try To Keep My Promise (Part I)

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My First Affair

How do I begin this?

What is it they always say - "well, start at the beginning".

But where is the beginning?

I think the beginning was several months ago. It was supposed to be an impromptu girls night out but it turned out to be just me and Randi with everyone else backing out at the last moment. I wasn't in any rush to get home to the boyfriend, so I kept to the plans to meet after work, even though I was not looking forward to it nearly as much with each person that backed out. When it finally dwindled to just me and Randi, I almost backed out myself. Randi is the new girl to the office. Randi is, how can I say this delicately, different. She's a bit more rough than me and the other girls. Many of the ladies have a tatoo; most around their ankle, though a few have a "tramp stamp". Randi has several tatoos, all of which she does manage to keep covered during the business day, but it does take her more effort than anyone else to cover them all. On the rare occasion when she wears a skirt, she will then wear black stockings to conceal the tatoo running the length of her leg. Tatoos were just the beginning of Randi's being a bit more unique in our office. She was more likely to curse and cursing always involved saying "fuck". I think Randi would have been every bit at home in any biker bar. When it came time to leave work, I was not at all sure what the evening was going to be like.

Another thing about Randi is how easy it is to be around her. She could fit into our professional office and she could be equally at home in a biker bar because she seemed to have a way of making everyone around her immediately feel completely at ease. Why am I spending so much time talking about Randi? Because I don't think I would have had the "ball's" to do any of what followed if it had not been for my talking with Randi. She not only made you feel comfortable, she made any subject seem comfortable to talk about.

We had dinner and drank. Randi was not a wine drinker. Nope, Randi preferred beer - Bud Light in a bottle, not a can, and certainly not on draft. The more we drank the wilder the conversation became. We started with the normal girl talk. I was curious about her tatoos. She wasn't hesitant to show them off to me; not even in the bar, much to the delight of several of the men who turned to watch. She began telling me more about her history and there was certainly a lot to tell. She was telling me about being out on a date once and the guy was being a typical butt-head. He kept on so she said she just got up from the table, told him to "fuck off", took her Bud Light (funny how Bud Light was in many of her stories), and walked over to sit at a table with two guys. I noticed how she kind of fast forwarded to another story, so I stopped her to ask what happened the rest of that night. She laughed and said she spent the night dancing with the two of them, changing sides of the table to rotate sitting by one and then the other, and that they were perfect gentlemen the entire night. They even made sure she got home safe and sound, since she had told her date to "fuck off". I took a drink of my Bud Light and said to wait just a second, there was no way I could believe that at least one of them, even if they were gentlemen, didn't try to hit on her. She took a drink from her bottle, then added that they had. "Well", I asked. "I didn't go home until the next morning", she said. "So, who did you sleep with?". She paused, took another swig, then said, "both of them".

It was the way she said "both of them"

I think it was that moment which was the beginning.

Randi's tale is a story to be told later. What is important for now is that, since then, I have been fascinated myself with the thought of being with two men. And being the chronic over-achiever that I have always been, I will be honest and say my thoughts have also often included more than just two men as well. I made her talk about it that night. I even coyly met her other nights after work to get her to talk more about it. It turns out that was not her first threesome. I was hooked.

My fantasies never included my boyfriend.

I wasn't really sure why we were still even together. Convienience maybe. Finances certainly. We were locked into a rental that neither of us could afford individually. It most assuredly was not the sex. My boyfriend wasn't interested. Now, let me set the scene. I am not a bad looking woman; very early 30's, average height, light brown hair, and a killer set of breasts, even if I do say so myself. Neither Randi nor I needed to buy many of our own drinks whenever we went out for a girls night (for me to drill her about her sex life). I think my legs are my beast feature; firm with great shape. What I am saying is that I looked pretty damned good in bed. And yes, let me be clear on that as well - I love to fuck. I have never told my boyfriend "no" and if he would have expressed any interest in doing me nightly even, then in all probability I would have eagerly put out for him. Even with my current indifference towards him, if he would need some, then I think I would have provided him with an outlet. As it was, the only sex we ever had was when I came onto him and that was not all that often anymore.

So, to repeat, my fantasies never included my boyfriend.

My position takes me out of town several times a year; sometimes monthly for several months on end. Believe it or not, but I've never cheated on my boyfriend. I do care about him. Or did. I don't want to see him hurt. But I think about not being with him. And that has nothing to do with anything except to suggest I was primed for doing something so totatlly not me. I thought more and more about my friend Randi's adventure with two men. I couldn't get the thought out of my head of two men needing me and taking their turns with me and not even taking turns, but having me at the same time. I live in a reasonably small town, so this was definately an out of town sort of fantasy.

I have not yet lived the fantasy. Its an adventure yet to be had and a tale yet to be told.

I did meet someone though. I was standing in the hotel lobby when he literrally bumped into me. He made me laugh and we ended up going for a drink together. He wasn't two men, but God knows he more than made up for it. He fucked me four times that night, once more in the morning before I went to work, then again at lunchtime back in his room. The last time at lunch wasn't even supposed to happen. I hadn't had time to check out of my room that morning, since I'd been getting hammered in his room again, so needed to go back to the hotel at lunchtime to check out. He called me at about the same time, asking where I was and if I would like to do lunch. He was in his room and I slutfully said I would be right up instead. Playing the slut all the way, I kissed him in the hallway when he opened the door. He pulled me in, closed the door, and bent me over right there. He didn't undress me. I had on a skirt which I guess he took as "easy access". He flipped my skirt, pulled my panties aside and plugged my wetness. He took my arms behind my back and balanced me himself while he fucked me long and hard. I guess cumming five times himself meant he was a bit spent. I think I paid the price for his being spent in that he fucked me solid like that for twenty minutes. That may not seem like a long time to you, but you try being bent over, arms pinned behind you, completely at someone's will, and have your body getting hammered repeatedly for twenty minutes. I was in heaven. Sigh. Making the long drive back to home, I was sitting carefully. My poor girl had never been fucked so much in one day and certainly had never had that much cum pumped into her. Before we kissed good-bye in the parking lot, I told him that I was sure I was going to be leaking his cum for the next week. He just smiled, giving me his number, telling me to let him know when I wanted a refill.

I would like to tell you that I smiled all the way back home. The truth is that once I was back on the interstate, fantasy left and reality returned. I was eaten up with guilt. I felt so bad for the way I had treated my boyfriend. I had cheated on him. I had behaved in ways with some stranger that I had never behaved like with the man who loved me and trusted me. I cried a little bit. I promised myself that I would return home and be a new woman for him. If he needed me to be the aggressor all the time, that was a small price to pay for all that he did for me. I called home and he was actually cooking a homecoming dinner for me.

He was in the kitchen when I came into the apartment. He always went back out to get my bags for me, so I walked straight into the kitchen to say "hi". I desperately wanted to get a shower. I felt unclean. I couldn't start over with my boyfriend until I had washed the other man's smell from me. I felt like his cum was pooling in the crotch of my panties. I was hesitant to go into the kitchen, but had convinced myself that not going would make me look even more guilty. I would make it a quick hello and say how much I needed a shower before we ate.

"You look nice", he said, turning from the stove.

Guilt bells rang in my head. He knows. No, wait, he's just being polite, don't over-react. "Thank you, you're being too sweet. I know that I need a shower badly".

I spun on my heel to leave when his arm snaked around me to pull me back. He buried his face into my neck. Instinctively, I tilted my head to give him better access. "What am I doing", I screamed to myself, "you just gave him your neck to smell". It had been instinct. I am a sucker for a man's lips along my neck.

He pulled me back tighter towards him. His hand snaked into my blouse and beneath my bra. "Very nice", he said again, with emphasis. I could feel him pressing up behind me into my skirt. HE WAS HARD!

Oh my God, I couldn't remember the last time he made a move on me. Now, when I've been fucked six times in one day, when my cunt was still leaking cum, now he gets all horny and needs to fuck me.

He pulled his hand out of my bra. It wasn't because he was stopping. Hardly. He took the bottom of my blouse and pulled it over my head. I didn't resist. I didn't know what to do.

With me standing there now only in my bra, skirt, and heels, he returned to nuzzling my neck. Have I mentioned how much I love that? "Give me five minutes to get a quick shower and I'll meet you in the bedroom", I offered.

He continued at my neck. My nipples were hardening. Deep down my pussy was screaming at me - not again woman!

"No", he said, "now".

It was not what I wanted, but I didn't want to resist him too much. I started to move towards the bedroom, but he had replaced his arm from around my neck, his hand cupping my breast.

"No", he whispered into my ear, "here".

Oh God No! "I really need a shower Sweetie, five minutes".

He wouldn't stop with my neck. He began to squeeze my hardened nipples. "Dammit, he knew my body was responding", I cursed in my head. Okay, I had no idea what had gotten into him, but I could tell he was not going to be denied. I needed to change up tactics. I slid my hand behind my back down towards his dick. Cupping him, I said that I could tell how much in need he was, "would you like a blowjob here".

He paused on my neck. His hand cupped my breast firmly. I had gotten his attention. Hurray for me. And yes, I will admit it now, I am not the blowjob queen. Its not that I won't do them. Its just not my particular favorite thing to do. And given the infrequency of our sex life, it happens very rarely. I was sure I had him. I can't say I was looking forward to this either. But I had promised to be a new girl for him, I guess this was going to be part of that. Blowjobs, oh boy . . . not.

"Tempting", he said finally and then caught me off guard with, "bend over". He gently pushed me himself, while gripping me at the waist too, delicately making me bend over. He lifted my skirt, not unlike what had happened to me earlier that day. A moment later, I was being fucked for the seventh time less than a day.

"What the fuck", I thought.

Unlike my lunchtime fuck mate, my boyfriend told me to grab the floor. I tried to slip out of my heels. He told me to leave them on. "Okay", I thought, "who is this guy and what did he do with my boyfriend".

I never felt more like a slut than I did in that moment. I had been with men before. My boyfriend was not my first. I had even had one night stands before. All fantasies aside, I had never actually fucked too dicks in the same day. And now I had one dick being shoved into me while the cum from the other dick was still up inside of me. Yeah, I know, I'm a contradiction. I fantasize about having a gang bang, but then feel like a slut for having two men fuck me in the same day.

"You're soaking wet . . . you wanted me too you little slut".

"No," I thought, "that's another man's cum your feeling around your dick up inside of me".

There I was. Bent over at the waist, legs spread wide, with my hands on the floor. My skirt was flipped up over my waist and my cum soaked panties were laying on the floor beside me. "Oh God, he has got to be able to see the stains". I still have my heels on and my bra, my blouse was tossed across the room. I guess he was making sure I wouldn't put it back on. And the boyfriend was standing behind me, fully inserted into my already well fucked pussy. I could see his legs between mine. He was just standing there, hands firmly gripping my hips, just enjoying his moment.

Generally, he fucks much like his personality - slow and steady. Like everything else about today, nothing was normal and typical. He held me there for what seemed like forever. He began to thrust a few times into me, the usual slow and steady, when he SPANKED ME?!?!?! Startled, I tried to look over my shoulder. Interesting, now that I look back at it, that I didn't try to stand up and get away from him instead. He smacked my ass again. Then on the other side. And these were not your delicate little love taps. I know damned well he left a hand print.

Never had I felt more submissive than I did in that moment.

"Why are you spanking me?"

"You've been a bad girl", he said, smacking my ass again for emphasis.

HE KNEW. It was all I could think. He had to know. That would explain his complete personality change. How? How did he know?

"How?"

"How what!", he said smacking my ass yet again.

"How was I bad, sir", I guessed he was meaning for me to say "sir", figuring that he wasn't actually meaning for me to ask him how did he know.

He spanked my other ass cheek this time - they were both definately going to be red later - saying, "you tell me, bad girl, don't you know?"

"I spent the night with another man's dick in my cunt", I thought to myself. Wisely, I said, "It's been too long since I've made love to your dick". I could not believe the words which came out of my mouth! Okay, where was Rachel and what did I do with her too?

"Sir", he added, smacking my ass again.

"Sir," I finished quickly.

"What else", he added, rubbing my tender ass cheek suggestively instead of smacking it out right; the carrot instead of the stick so to speak.

"I will do anything you want" . . . and in that moment, I really meant it too.

"Head?"

"Is that what you would like", I asked him.

"Will you swallow?"

"Yes sir". Okay, now you know that too. I have given head. Like I said, it is not my most favorite thing in the world to do. But I think I have swallowed maybe just twice in my life. This being a new woman for my boyfriend was really starting to blow . . . literrally.

Suprisingly, he didn't release me for me to get down onto my knees for him. All this time, he'd mostly just been standing behind me, holding me impaled fully upon his dick. Now he began to fuck me in earnest. He gripped the sides of my ass so hard that I was able to see red marks several days later. He began to pound me furiously with deep, long, hard thrusts. I could hear him grunting on each thrust. He didn't start slow and build up. He just started. The only sound that could be heard for the next while was the sounds of his body colliding into mine, the wet sound of his dick thrusting fully into my pussy, and his grunting.

I loved the sound of his grunting.

Thinking about it now, I can't recall him ever grunting from fucking me before. It was so cute. He probably wouldn't like hearing me call it that. He would have probably preferred, "yes, claim your bitch sir, fill me with your cum".

His grunting became more intense.

I am not normally a talker, despite that stuff coming out of my mouth earlier. Neither was he actually. I sensed he was getting closer to cumming from the way he was grunting and thrusting into me. I did say, 'cum in me Sir, cum in me".

I think he must have loved that because he began smacking my ass hard then, timing each slap with a thrust.

I tried to push him along a bit more too. I tried, clumsily I am sure, to talk dirty with each thrust.

"Cum in me".

"Fuck me".

"Fill me up".

And the one I was most proud of being able to say - meaning that I am shocked to think I said it - "keep spanking me, don't stop until you cum inside of me".

He did just that too. Smacking my ass with each thrust. If he wasn't holding my ass with his other hand, I am sure his thrusts would have sent me toppling over. He got closer with each thrust. His grunting was louder. His spankings were harder. God my ass was stinging. I moaned for him. Hell, I screamed for him.

And he came.

Afterwards, like before, he held me there, bent over, his dick still deep inside of me. I wanted to move. But this fuck was not about me. He had wanted it. He had wanted me. And I let it stay about him. I hadn't came (I'd done that enough last night). He felt good. I still felt guilty, but this helped. I don't know what had gotten into him - and I really hoped it wasn't because he suspected something - but I think I liked it. When he pulled me upright finally, he held me for a moment, his dick still just managing to hang on inside of me. But the reason he held me, I think, was my head was spinning from being bent over like that for so long. When he slipped out of me finally, I turned to kiss him. Then, and if you really knew me you would know just how not-like-me what I did next was, I slowly lowered myself down onto my knees before him and cleaned his dick with my tongue. A tiny remote part of my brain wondered if I was taking two different men's semen into my mouth just then.

Cleaning his dick, I silently promised myself that I would be a different girlfriend for him.

Its been a few days now since then. I mean it still.

Only I notice that I haven't thrown away the phone number I had been slipped yet.