Dirty Girl

“Do you have a club card?”

Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance.

“Huh? Oh, umm yeah.”

I fumbled around in my wallet trying to find the card as she smiled at me. I could tell she was amused. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed beyond belief. How long had I been staring at her?

“Here you go,” I said passing the card to her.

She smiled as she took it from my hand. I started to wonder how old she was. I guessed about eighteen. She had that youthful appearance, but was still well developed. Her skin was flawless, with not a blemish in site. She was wearing makeup, but not enough to seem trashy. Her hair was a light blonde, which is what probably attracted me to her in the first place. That, and her mouth. Guys usually don’t pay much attention to a girl’s mouth, but I think that it can be far more sexy that a pair of tits or a nice ass.

And this girl’s mouth was to die for.

Her perfect pouty little lips made me hard just looking at them. I also noticed that she had braces, giving her that innocent school girl look. Her breasts were maybe less than average, but that didn’t bother me. Her body looked firm and she had an ass that was outlined perfectly by her tight black pants. How could a girl in a grocery store uniform look this good?!

I was reading her name tag when she looked back at me. “Bria,” it read.

“Anything else?”

Just then I noticed that it must have looked like I was staring at her chest and I quickly looked up.

“Nice name.”

“Thanks,” she said with a grin. “Can I get you anything else?”

“How about your phone number?”

I couldn’t believe what I had just said. I braced myself for the shutdown.

“How about I just come over after work.”

I was shocked.

“Uh, okay. Great,” I stammered.

I then scribbled my name and address down on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

“Damon,” she read. “Nice name.”

“Thanks,” I said taking my groceries and heading out to my car.

A million thoughts went through my head on the way home. Did she want to fuck or did she just just want to hang out. Either way was okay with me, although the thought of those lips wrapped around my dick sent shivers up my spine. As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower. It didn’t take long for me to begin stroking myself and soon I was spraying the shower walls with more that just water. I then got out, cleaned up the place a little and waited patiently.

I was starting to think that she wasn’t going to show up, when I heard a knock at the door at around 11:00 pm. I opened it to find my dream girl standing there.

“Hi,” she said, walking inside. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower?”

“Sure,” I replied, staring at her ass as she walked by.

When she came out of the bathroom she had changed from her uniform into a short black skirt and a little white top. A pair of knee high white sox adorned her feet.
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Fitting Room

At lunch time I nipped into Contessa on the High Street. The low cut black dress I was to wear to that evening’s party tucked in my hand bag. The dress was a lovely fit, but all my bras peaked out the top of it, so it called for something new.

In Contessa I grabbed a couple of likely looking bras and headed into the fitting room. Anticipating the fun to be had later, I absently ran my finger tips over my breasts as I unbuttoned my tight white shirt – shrugging it off and dropping it on the chair provided. Reaching round I unhooked the white sheer chiffon bra I was wearing and dropped it on top of my shirt. I pushed my short skirt over my hips and kicked it away. The air on my skin felt soothing. In a playful mood I pinched my nipples till they hardened.

Turning, I checked myself in the full-length mirror. I like the look of stockings and suspenders. I adjusted my thong on my hips, then reached for the first bra. When I slid the dress on, it showed. So did the next one. The last of my selection did not show, but pinched a bit at my back.

Sighing, I pulled the store’s blue silky robe on and stuck my head out of the curtain. There did not seem to be anyone around, except a guy in a suit by the counter.

”Excuse me, are you staff? I need some help in here,” I said. Trying to keep the robe closed with one hand and the curtain tight to me with the other, I missed the slow smile that spread over his face, as he said, ”Yes. Yes, I’m staff. My name’s Kie, how may I help you?”

As he walked over to the curtain, I whispered, ”Well, Kie, I need some help – is there a female assistant available?”

Kie laughed, and said, ”These days, Madam, guys are allowed equal opportunities.”

”Oh,…ok.” I pulled the curtain aside to let him into the fitting room, and totally missed the assistant, as she walked back into the shop from the stock room. Quite a bit taller than me, Kie smiled down, ”How may I help?”

”Um, the bra I’m trying pinches and I need you to, er, I need the straps adjusting,” I stammered, blushing.

”Ok. Just slip the robe off, turn around, and I’ll see what I can do.”

I turned to face the mirror, let the robe fall and closed my eyes. My blush spread over my chest. The bra was a quarter cup in black satin. The cups hugged the sides and bottom of my breasts, acting as a platform. It left the rest of the breast naked, including my still hard nipples.
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Strip Club Slut

Chas had been going on at me for quite a while now about taking me to one of the sleazy amateur strip clubs that he had told me about since talking to some of the guys at the motorcycle club. You see I was a bit of a slut, well alot of a slut, and was really keen to strip in front of a load of horny guys, especially as he had said they were allowed to touch the strippers as well. Finally I had given in and he said he would have another word with the guys to see which was the best strip joint to go to.

That Wednesday at the club after speaking to them he had been told of a couple and one which they had advised him to give a miss as it was really a dump and the clients that went there were usually real rough types and there was always trouble there. I thought if he took me to that one perhaps he would be satisfied.

We went a couple of days later. I had been even more highly sexed since Chas had told me and I had worn him out, wanting to be fucked all the time. Not that he was complaining as I was an reasonably attractive sexy women, and one hell of a fuck. As Chas waited for me in the hall to come down from getting ready I was thinking of what may happen that night, how far I would want to go. My musing was cut short when I appeared at the top of the stairs.

Hell, Chas said. You look stunning.

I was dressed in a very short tight skirt which just about covered my ass and was split to the waist on one side. When I bent over you could see my tiny red thong panties I was wearing. I had a tight crop top on which my nipples stuck out through as I wasn’t wearing a bra and showed all my bare stomach, and black high heel shoes, my long tanned legs naked, just my toes and finger nails painted blood red. All this was finished off with dark eye makeup and ruby red lips. With what I was wearing it was just as well it was a warm evening as we were going on Chas,s motorbike.

“God, you look stunning, you sure you want to go out,” he said as he had an instant erection on seeing me. I pouted and laughed,

“Yes I do,” I replied.

“You better get you jacket and helmet on then and let’s be off before I change my mind,” Chas replied.

I slipped the leather motor cycle jacket on and the helmet and we got on the bike. Christ I must of looked like one of them gang sluts you see in hells angle films, as all my legs were visible as I hung on to Chas tight as we sped off.
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My Affair

My name is Heather, I’m 30 years old and I have a secret. I’ve recently had an affair. Well to be honest, it was more of a fling than an affair, but it still involved cheating on my husband. I’ve never cheated on him before and now that I’ve sampled what another man can give me, I can safely say I’m not likely to do so again. I don’t regret what I’ve done at all, I just need to tell someone what I’ve done, get it off my chest so to speak. Let me explain.

I met my husband, David, when I was 19. David is a couple of months older than me. We got married when we were both 23. We’ve been together for 11 years and married, happily, for 7.

I had a number of boyfriends before David but he was the first that I ever slept with. This isn’t to say that I never gave any of my previous boyfriends any action, not at all!

I’d been going out with boys since I was 13, although in those days it was nothing more than kissing and the odd fumble with all our clothes on. When I was 15 I met Steve. He was 17 and was the first “man” to see me naked. He taught me the joys of erotic massage and oral sex, both giving and receiving. In the year we spent together I learned and perfected all the skills that my subsequent boyfriends, David included, have enjoyed. I experienced the full range of sexual activities, learning to take delight in the differences of style and technique. The only thing I never did was fuck any of them.

Why? I don’t know. Some romantic notion of saving myself for Mr. Right? Seems unlikely since I was happy to do everything else. Anyway, if that was the case, then David was certainly Mr. Right!

We’d been together about 6 months when I surrendered my somewhat dubious virginity to him. We were at his flat and had spent hours pleasuring each other with our hands, lips and tongues. Kissing and caressing, licking and sucking. David has always loved my skill when it comes to giving fantastic blow-jobs. He claims that I give the best he’s ever had and often teases me about my “training.” From the start we’ve always been completely honest about our sexual experiences.
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The Reverse Massage

Tonya had finally arrived in the yet another town, transferred from her last position at the lawyer office that she once occupied in New York. She was sent here to fill the temporary position vacated when the new office president decided to slash most of the old employees. She reported to the office, only to find it closed for the day

“What a good day I’m having” she muttered.

Arriving at the airport, she had lost her luggage, missed the shuttle to the office, and got stuck paying $45.oo on a cab, all to find it closed.

She kicked the ground in front of her and looked through the glass doors. No one was around, not even the usual security guard. The office building appeared completely deserted, and that’s when she noticed the sign on the side door. It was a small note, barely noticeable from the street. It stated that the office was now closed and relocated down the street, three blocks down to be exact.

She picked up her briefcase, shrugged off the anger, and started the walk toward the new office, muttering unladylike words as she went. She passed a convenience store, a dry-cleaners, massage parlor and various other little boutiques along the way. She took mental notes of the stores she wished to visit before going back to New York.

She arrived at the new office about twenty minutes later, her feet tired and her hair frizzled due to the light breeze that blew down the narrow street. She pushed open the door and felt the cool air inside the tiny office.

“Hello, may I help you?” a soft voice echoed in her ears.
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Too Much

I just could not take all of him.

I had just moved to a one-horse town in central Pennsylvania. I was most displeased with my circumstances, not mind you with the promotion or the huge raise in pay, but with the idea of having to spend the next three years in this dismal place.

My best childhood friend, Kathleen had done her time in the armpit of the world and now it was my turn. The job was challenging but the community was. So far form my Manhattan home I was sure I would be miserable.

Upon arrival I called Kathleen and asked her just how she survived this place. Her reply to me was. Call Shan and tell him you are a friend of mine. He is filthy rich and showed me the best time a girl can expect in that dump of a town. I told Kathleen that there was no way I could be so forward as to call someone I did not know and ask to see him. She assured me that Shan would be most pleased with my looks and would show me a great time. She also warned me that even if I was six feet tall and of gorgeous proportions she doubted that I could handle the man she was referring to. She farther told me to use her name and just give the man a call. I ended the conversation with a definite maybe.

The following days were filled with unpacking and more work than I could stand, but after several weeks I found my footing and started to pull my life together. As I had more spare time on my hands I started to think about my situation more and more. Here I was twenty eight years old living my dream of making six figures a year and alone as anyone can get. My boredom started to wear on me, the phone call to Kathleen, was boring a hole in my brain. After almost a year in this place I knew I just had to have a man or I would go out of my mind.

I made the plunge I rummaged and found the number Kathleen had give me with trembling hands I called the number. A very masculine voice answered the phone. I blurted out that I was a friend of Kathleen and that I was calling on him by way of Kathleen’s advice. He immediately asked me were we could meet and how was Kathleen. As he spoke he made me feel so comfortable, my fears just vanished. I could not wait to meet this man, this voice that had made my feminine parts water with just the sound of his voice. The date was set we would meet at Harleys bar and Grill Saturday night at 7:00. The days just dragged my mind ran away with me. I was finally going to get to speak with a man, the man with that voice. Not some man I had to deal with daily at work but a real man who knew nothing about me, or I him, the thought was thrilling.

On Saturday morning I drove the 50 plus miles to Harrisburg and purchased some naughty clothing. Not something sluttish mind you, just a little naughty. A rather low cut sweater to show off my large and I like to think perfectly shaped breasts. I also bought a wool Kilt that was just a touch on the short side. This coupled with the just right high heals completed the outfit.
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My Clit Piercing

I started calling tattoo and piercing parlors after we hung up the phone this morning, and I found one in Orlando who sounded promising. It was Dungeon’s Tattoos, owned by Master Michael. I had to ask carefully about what I wanted to know because all the kids were around me, but we managed to communicate well enough for me to find out it would be $35 for the piercing. He said under no circumstances could I be drunk during the piercing, so I got directions and called Cindy at work. She said she’d baby-sit the kids and keep them overnight for me. Michael had asked me to come around 845pm because he closed at 9pm and he knew I would take a while since I was so nervous.

At 7pm, I jumped in the shower and shaved my pussy completely, and of course, I couldn’t resist the temptation to play with myself one last time before my pretty little jewel would have its own jewelry through it. The shaving cream provided the perfect lubrication for me to massage my clit while I thought of you fucking another woman. I ran through the entire scenario you told me in my head and came explosively when you began fucking her in the ass. I finished up my primping by making sure my legs and underarms were shaved free of hair, and stepped out of the tub. I brushed my hair until it was tangle-free then blew it dry so that it curled up. I sprayed myself lightly with perfume and then got dressed in my short black skirt, no panties or bra, and my Pooh chambray shirt you got me for Christmas in California.

I left for Orlando at 815, with Cindy rolling her eyes that I would actually go this far in search of the perfect orgasm. Just think, while I’m fucking you, I could just reach down and tug on the jewelry and cum as many times as I wanted!
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Poker Night Slut

It was my night to host our monthly poker game. I decided to make it a special night for my submissive wife. She dearly loves to show her sexy body and to have more than one cock fuck her.

First, a little bit about my wife and I. Her name is Helen and she is 28 years old. Her long blond hair falls to the middle of her back and frames a very pretty, innocent looking face. She has blue eyes that smolder with lust when she is flashing her body or worshiping a penis. Long thick pink nipples centered in large aureoles that are a lighter pink color top her large 38D breasts. An intense workout schedule keeps her waist slim and tight. A firm round ass and flaring hips flow gracefully into sleek shapely legs. I am Tom and am 31. I work out regularly and am in decent shape.

Helen is submissive and I am her Master. Her body is mine to enjoy. I love to show her off any way I can. The card game provided a wonderful opportunity to let us both have some fun. I was sure she would enjoy serving as “Hostess Slut” for the card game.

As directed, she wearing a tight white tank top over a tiny red half-bra, her erect nipples were pressed into her top, a very short skirt that came to just below her pussy, a tiny see-though red thong that barely covered her clean shaven pussy. A pair of 5″ platform heels completed her come fuck me outfit.
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Stripper Makes Her a Stripper

“Do you really have to go out now, Den?” said Janet, her lips forming into a sullen pout, “can’t you stay home just this once? I could make it worth your while!” She playfully lifted her short skirt, giving her husband a quick glimpse of her black lace panties and creamy white thighs.

“Oh, Janet!, you know I always go out for a quick beer on a Sunday lunchtime. It’s like a religion! It’s one of the few times all the guys can get together these days.”

Dennis had to admit, the sight of his wife’s panty covered crotch rarely failed to get his blood pumping. But he had to be strong. He could see that Janet was feeling sexy, and in this mood, if she got her way, he wouldn’t see the inside of his local pub until next week.

“I’ll be back before you know it baby!” he said as he slipped his jacket on and made a movement towards the front door. His wife, though, was not about to give up so easily.

“Fine! I’ll come with you then!”

In a near panic, Den searched his mind for an excuse for her not to join him, but he was a blank.

“You won’t enjoy it much, it’s just a bunch us guy’s talking and drinking”, he said somewhat lamely. But his wife seemed to have made up her mind and was already searching for her coat. He briefly thought about agreeing with her initial demand and dragging her back up to the bedroom for a good session of sex, but he thought that would be too obvious. There really was nothing he could do to stop her now!

Janet had not bothered to change out of her short skirt and thin halter top, and as they entered the dark pub, a few heads turned to look at her. Den could hardly blame them. At thirty four, his wife was still a great looker. Her blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and tumbled over her shoulders in wispy curls. Her legs were long and slender, an extra two inches added to her height with the heeled sandals that she wore and the halter top did little to conceal the ample charms of her breasts. He felt proud when other men looked at her.

Dennis ordered drinks for them both and then led her to a table where a bunch of other men were already sitting and drinking.

“What’s this, Den?” said one of the men as they both sat, “brought wifey along today have you?” A ripple of laughter floated around the table as Dennis mumbled something about having little choice in the matter.

“You all know Janet, I think? – Janet these are the guys!” Brief hello’s were spoken as the conversation continued as it had done before Den and Janet had arrived.

Dennis bristled with pride as each of the men around the table tried to sneak quick glances at Janet’s boobs through the low cut top that she wore. Perhaps this wouldn’t be too bad, he thought, it was kind of fun watching as his friends surreptitiously ogled his wife. He placed a hand gently on her knee underneath the table and squeezed it playfully, but when Janet opened her legs slightly to allow him further access, he realised that she was still in a horny mood!

Although this action came as a bit of a shock to him, Dennis was quite relieved. The lunchtime entertainment was about to start, and he still wasn’t really sure how his wife would react to it. Janet was no prude, that much he knew for certain, but he wondered what her reaction would be when she saw the lunchtime stripper begin her act.

The lights in the main body of the pub suddenly dimmed and an eerie silence fell. A spotlight illuminated the small dingy stage and Janet could see wispy cigarette smoke as it snaked its way up through the beam.

“What’s happening?” she whispered to her husband.

“Shhh….just wait, you’ll see!”

A low rock beat could suddenly be heard through the wall speakers. It was loud and the bass turned way up. Janet thought that she recognised the music, but with the volume as high as it was, she couldn’t be sure. The guitars and drums gradually increased in tempo and as the music reached a frenzied crescendo, a tall, scantily dressed woman danced onto the stage amid cheers and whistles from the audience.

“A stripper!” Janet now had to shout in Den’s ear to be heard. “You didn’t tell me you came to watch strippers!”

“It’s a Sunday ritual,” Dennis shouted his reply, “We can go if you want?”

God! No way! This I want to see for myself.”

The whistling and cheering lulled to a dull roar as the dancer began her routine. Janet looked around her. The pub wasn’t at all busy and she could see that, apart from the woman on the stage, she was the only other female in the room. The few men that were there, all had their eyes firmly fixed on the stage, and Janet now also returned her eyes to that focal point. The shock of what was happening had now disappeared and she settled herself back in her chair to watch the show. Janet smile to herself as she watched the girl perform. She looked a bit bored and, although she might once have been an adequate dancer, her movements now seemed stunted and contrived.

“She’s not all that great, is she?” Janet shouted at her husband.

“Let’s be fair honey, these guys aren’t really here to critique her dancing!” he replied

The stripper continued her routine, exposing her body bit by bit. To Den’s slight annoyance, Janet continued to shout her opinions regarding the shortcomings of the girl’s set. He knew that her words were meant for him alone, but he also knew how sound travelled in this pub and was a little concerned to notice that every now and then the girl on stage seemed to hear what Janet was saying. The more Janet shouted her opinions, the more the stripper was staring daggers at her. Suddenly, the woman on stage, now topless and wearing only very brief thong panties and high heeled shoes, stopped her routine and, stomping to the side of the stage switched the music off.

For a second, the silence was deafening, followed quickly by shouts of discontent from the audience. The stripper returned to the centre of the stage and, with hands on hips, looked directly at Janet.

“Listen, honey” she shouted, “Just give me a break will you? If you think you can do any better, be my guest!” The room fell silent. All eyes were now on Janet, waiting to hear her response – or even if she had one.

Dennis groaned inwardly. This was not the first time that his wife’s opinions had got them into trouble. He knew that the best way to deal with this situation was to let Janet speak for herself. His wife was never short of words, and she would definitely not thank him for answering on her behalf. Dennis wondered how she was going to bluff her way out of this one! He looked over at his wife and was surprised to see her smiling.

Janet remained silent for a few more seconds. The room was still quiet, the hushed tension could be cut with a knife.

“Okay,” she suddenly shouted, “move over and let me get up there!”

The room erupted in applause and cheers as Janet rose from her seat.

“Wait, You can’t do -” Dennis started to speak, but as his wife shot him a serious look he knew that her mind was made up.

Without a further word, Den watched his sexy wife make her way up to the stage. He knew that she had done a lot of dancing in her younger years and still kept her hand in whenever they went out on the town. If he was honest with himself, he quite liked the thought of her flashing her body at all these strangers.

Janet was now on stage and a brief conversation between her and the stripper took place. The music was turned back on, and as both women began to gyrate their bodies in time to the music, it became evident that they were going to put on a “double act”. Dennis could see the look of lust in his wife’s eyes as she leapt around the stage and wrapped her legs around the single chrome pole that ran from floor to ceiling. She was obviously still in the same horny mood that she had been earlier, and he knew that anything could happen now.

Janet had some catching up to do, and while the other woman swayed in time to the music, she quickly lost the halter top and her short skirt. When her full breasts were finally exposed, the audience went wild; cheering and shouting for more. The song came to an end and was quickly replaced by an equally loud but much slower number. The two women on stage were standing opposite each other. In their shoes they were much the same height and as they neared each other their nipples touched causing both women to sigh almost simultaneously.

Janet made the first move, and reaching into the strippers hair, she pulled her head towards her and planted a firm, wet kiss on her lips. Dennis could see that they responded well to each other; their tongues twisting and slithering wetly in and out of each others mouths. He was a little surprised by his wife’s actions. He had known that she was bisexual, but, to his knowledge she had never been with another woman since they had married.

The deep kiss continued, both Janet and the stripper now running their hands over each others breasts. Dennis was fascinated by the way his wife’s nipples seemed to grow and throb under the other woman’s touch and briefly wondered how far they would go. All thoughts of the strip-tease seemed to have been forgotten as they were both lost in their feverish caresses. The kiss was broken The stripper dropped to her knees in front of Janet and, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her brief panties, she quickly tugged them down to the floor. Another roar from the audience as Janet’s trimmed mound became visible and she wickedly parted her slender legs.

Dennis watched the strippers reaction as Janet’s legs open. Her eyes bulged and she moistened her painted lips before swiping her long pink tongue over Janet’s labia. As soon as Janet felt the gentle touch on her clit, she grasped the other woman’s head in her fingers and pulled her forcefully into her pussy. Janet’s head went back as she closed her eyes and climaxed right there on the stage.

The stripper seemed a little surprised by his wife’s rapid orgasm, Den thought, but she kept her tongue probing at Janet’s clit all the way through the shuddering climax. The strip-tease had now turned into a full blown lesbian sex show, as the stripper eagerly removed her own thong panties and allowed Janet to return the favour. This time, Janet eased the other woman down onto the floor of the stage. She gently spread her thighs and allowed her head to drop into contact with the stripper’s pussy. The stripper took longer to cum than Janet but within a few minutes of Janet feasting on her puffy labia and swollen clit, she too, climaxed with a deep groan.

From his sitting position, still at the table, Dennis wondered if the show was now over. Both women seemed a little tired from their exertions. His question was quickly answered though, when the stripper jumped, rather shakily, from the stage and selected a guy from a nearby table. The man was led, a little reluctantly at first – but cheered on by his friends, up onto the stage. No words were spoken as the women quickly began to undo his jeans and tug them down to the floor. When he was naked from the waist down, Den could see that, despite his earlier reluctance, he now sported a large erection that slapped against his belly.

The two girls lost no time in going to work on him. Encouraging him to lie on his back with his cock sticking up high in the air, the stripper straddled him and lowered her hot, wet pussy down over his throbbing erection. Den watched his wife in awed fascination as she did likewise over the guy’s head and lowered her dripping snatch onto his face. The poor guy looked like he was going to suffocate as Janet ground her cunt over his nose and mouth, while her new found friend rode his cock like a bitch in heat. For a full ten minutes the girls used their stooge. They were facing each other, pulling and squeezing each others nipples as they bounced their way to another inevitable orgasm.

When Janet, with trembling legs, disengaged herself from the guy’s face, his sharp intake of breath was almost lost in the cheers that Janet received from her audience. She helped the stripper up from her kneeling position astride the man’s thighs and everyone could see his cock throb and twitch as it slipped out of the warm pussy that had been riding it so hard. Seeing that he was about to cum, the two women knelt either side of him. The stripper massaged his heavy balls while Janet jerked his shaft for all she was worth. Within a few short seconds, both girls were rewarded with a long stream of cum that shot from the end of his slippery dick and flew into the air.

Dennis and the rest of the audience had been cheering and clapping almost constantly and now that the lucky volunteer had shot his load, he could see that a queue was forming at the front of the stage; a line of hopeful men with bulging crotches. But Janet had clearly had enough. Amid the roars of congratulations, she picked up her clothes and with a final kiss for the stripper, she jumped down from the stage and returned to her husband’s side.

On her way back to the table Dennis watched her naked body being touched and caressed by every man that she passed. Hands were on her breasts, her pussy and her buttocks as she smiled warmly at each man that touched her. Den held out his arms as she neared him and helped her into the chair next to him. All his friends at the same table watched as she replaced the clothes that she had earlier stripped off for their amusement, and again, Dennis reveled in the pride that he felt.

“Take me home now please darling!” she whispered into his ear, “all this has made me so horny! I really need to feel a big cock in me as soon as I can!”

As he led his wife towards the exit, Dennis thought how wonderful it was to have a bar room slut for a wife!

Strip Poker With The Guys

Hubby would be home any minute with his buddies. The food was prepped and the beer was cold. Their monthly Poker Night was their little tradition and I had no problem with it. It normally consisted of a trip to a couple of strip clubs then back to one of their homes for a night of cards and drinking.

It was our turn to host the poker night and I had gone all out. Tons of food, cold beers and the hot little French Maid outfit I would be wearing while I served them. My husband knew about the food and beer but even he would be surprised at my attire for the evening. My husband works hard and I wanted the night to be a little extra special for him.

I was in the final stages of primping when I heard the car pull up. I stuffed my big tits into my new black bra with white lace trim and stepped into my thong with matching white lace trim. I pulled on my black stockings and attached them to my garter belt and stepped into my high heels. I stepped in front of the mirror and put the final touch of my little black apron around my waist. I stood at the mirror and admired my outfit and my well toned body. My tits were bulging and my thong framed my tight ass very nicely.

The door opened and I could hear them downstairs obviously still horny from watching the big fake tits prancing around the strip clubs. With one last adjustment in the mirror I was pretty confident that this outfit would cause them to quickly forget the strippers.

I waltzed down the steps and into the dining room where they had settled at the table to start playing cards. One pair of eyes looked up and then another. The another and another until all 6 pairs of eyes were fixed on me.

“Good evening Gentlemen,” I said in my best French accent. “I’ll be serving you tonight. Have you been naughty tonight?”

They all yelled “yes” and I told them with a twinkle in my eye that I would serve them anyway. I walked around the table and bent over to take each ones order. Their eyes followed my cleavage as they tried to order a beer and I could feel the guy behind me staring at my barely covered ass. I brought their beers back and then brought in some trays of appetizers I had made. I had left empty spaces on the trays for my tits to rest on while I served each guy individually. Their hands were within inches of my tits as they helped themselves to the appetizers.

The night was going well as I continued to serve them drinks as needed and even caught my own hubby staring a couple of times. I loved reminding him that it’s okay to look at strippers but I was the one who would suck his cock and give him my pussy. I was already fantasizing about fucking him on the table after the guys had or at least passed out in another room.

An hour had passed and my drink runs were becoming less frequent but when I brought a beer to my hubby he asked if I would like to join them for a few hands. I didn’t know much about poker but they all assured me that we wouldn’t be playing for money. I quickly understood but didn’t hesitate to agree since the wine I was drinking in the kitchen had rendered me intoxicated.

We agreed that everyone who lost the hand had to take off a piece of clothing. What was I getting myself into? I reasoned that as long as my hubby didn’t care if his friends saw my tits and pussy then why should I? I went to the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of wine to make things a little easier.

First round was over quickly and 6 shoes and my high heel were discarded. Everyone cheered. The second hand was better as I had a bit of beginners luck and won. Other shoes came off.

The next hands were close but I was now sitting there in my apron, bra and thong. A couple of the guys had lost their shirt by now and a new hand was dealt. I had nothing to work with. We all laid our hands down and I had lost. I assumed they all thought my apron was coming off but I decided to give them what they had been waiting for. I unclasped by bra and slowly removed it letting my tits fall out. I twirled my bra over my head while they cheered and then threw it over to my hubby. I shook my tits and cupped them with my hands. I pointed my rock hard nipples to each of them and then brought them to my mouth for a quick lick. I let them drop and said lets play cards. They all cheered again like a group of college boys and the next hand was dealt and luck came my way.

The next 3 hands were mine and we were all in our undies. The next hand would decide who got naked first me or them. The hand was dealt and I couldn’t believe it. 2 pairs and an ace. Virtually impossible to beat. There were no moans only cheers from the guys who had to lose their undies. It was as if they wanted to show me their cocks. They all stood up and slid their undies down and their cock popped out. I had never seen 6 hard cocks at the same time. Hopefully not a word of this would make it back to the other wives but it wasn’t like it was my idea to play strip poker.

They paraded around the table and showed off their cocks. Some were big and some were small but my hubby’s is the one that still caught my eye. When he came around to me I grabbed it and pulled it to my mouth. I licked the tip and all eyes were on us. I took his cock into my mouth and the guys cheered. I slid it in and out of my mouth a few times then announced it was time to play cards.

As everyone took their seats I remembered that I was still wearing my panties while every one else was already in the buff. I threw the next hand which I wasn’t going to win anyway and got up on my chair. I did my best stripper impression as I swayed my ass and slowly slid my thong off. The guys cheered when I turned around and exposed my newly shaven pussy. I ran my finger from my neck, over my tits and down to my pussy and played with my swollen clit before retracing the path up my body.

I felt amazing up on that chair with 6 pairs of eyes staring at my naked pussy and tits. When my little strip tease was over I got back in my seat and announced that the winner of the next hand gets a 1 minute blow job and if I win the guy with the next best hand gets to eat my pussy for 1 minute. The only rule was if he shot is load in under 1 minute then he was out of the game and had to watch.

“Deal the cards” one horny guy yelled.

I looked at my hubby for his reaction but he was already studying his cards with a big grin on his face. He had drank enough alcohol that I knew he wouldn’t care if I gave out some free blow jobs to his friends. Besides he would be the one fucking my pussy a little later anyway.

The hand was dealt and I thought I had a chance until Rick laid down a straight flush. He jumped out of his chair and banged his cock on the table on the way up. A deal is a deal and he practically ran over to me. I told him to let me know if he was going to cum because I didn’t want to swallow anyone’s load unless it was my hubby’s. Rick said he was drunk enough and lasting minute wouldn’t be a problem.

I told them to start the clock and took his dick into my mouth. I licked and sucked his entire shaft. I felt his knees buckle at 30 seconds and his cock start to throb. I knew he would cum before the minute was up. My hubby had been really drunk before but I could always make him cum in a minute or two. My cock sucking skills are amazing. Rick yelled he was cumming at 50 seconds so I slid his cock out of my mouth and aimed it at my naked tits. His wad squirted all over my 34d’s and I stroked the last few remaining drops out of his dick. A deal is a deal and Rick new he was out of the game.

The next hand went out and another free blow job. Poor Mike didn’t last 30 seconds and I wondered when his wife, Jane, had sucked his dick last or when they had had sex last because only a man not getting any will shoot his wad in under 30 seconds.

I easily won the next hand and wondered if the remaining 4 guys threw the hand for the chance to eat my pussy. We studied the cards and determined Jim had the next best hand. Of course I wanted my hubby to win but he licks my pussy all the time and it would be nice for a little variety. I slid to the end of my chair and Jim knelt between my legs. His tongue reached my pussy before I could even say start the clock. His tongue entered me and my pussy started to moisten. He probed me for a few seconds and then went for my clit. He flicked it furiously and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm when someone called time. Jim could lick pussy.

It was only my hubby, Jim, Ted and Steve left in the game with me. Jim and Steve won the next two hands but were quickly eliminated as both of them came on my tits before their minute was up. I won the next hand and Ted had the honor of exploring my pussy. He wasn’t as good as Jim but he kept my pussy more.

Ted won the next hand and I finally figured out that my hubby wasn’t winning on purpose because he wanted to watch me suck all of his friend’s cocks. He also knew that none of his friends would be able to last a minute with my dick sucking skills no matter how drunk his friends were.

I took Ted’s cock in my hand and stroked it a couple of times while I said to start the clock. I took his cock in my mouth and started to give the best blow job of the night so far. I was 4-0 so far and wanted to make it a clean sweep. I sucked his entire length and massaged his balls while I gave him head. Ted was lasting longer than I wished. The countdown started 10, 9, 8 when I felt him start to buckle, 7, 6, 5…With no warning from Ted I pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time for his hot white liquid to splatter all over my face. The warm coating slid down my face as the second spurt hit my lips. I licked the tip of his cock to do my best to clean him up.

The guys cheered as I reached for a napkin to clean my face. None of them had lasted a minute although Ted had hung in there until 56 seconds.

With Ted now out of the game, the guys started putting their clothes on and my hubby announced he was the only one who could last a minute. They guys all booed and I also said that I was on a roll and he couldn’t last as long as Ted. I told him that if he could last a minute then I would fuck him right here on the table in front of his friends.

Hubby sat his bare ass on the table in front of my chair. His rock hard cock needed no stimulation. Watching me suck 5 cocks before his was all the visual stimulation he needed. I told the boys to start the clock as I lowered my head to his lap. I licked his shaft from his balls to the tip of his dick just like I had on the other 5 cocks then wrapped my lips around his amazing 8″ cock and slowly slid it into my mouth. As much as I liked having 5 strange cocks in my mouth it felt wonderful to finally have my hubby’s familiar cock in my mouth.

I was giving him great head knowing that he would be able to last longer than a minute because we had fucked right before he left to go to the strip clubs. I had made the bet I knew I would lose because I wanted to fuck him on the table in front of his friends. The countdown started 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I slid his cock out of my mouth while the guys cheered. Without hesitation I stood and pushed hubby onto the table I climbed on top of the table praying it would hold us and straddled his waiting cock. The tip penetrated my pussy easily from the lube of the blow job and I eased down onto his cock. It filled my pussy as I balanced myself over him and started to slide up and down on his shaft. My nipples were like diamonds and he reached up to cup my bouncing tits. He held them tight while tweaking my nipples at the same time. We fucked and fucked and my moans turned into screams. My orgasm was cumming and I wouldn’t be denied. I had given too many free blow jobs and been naked far too long not to have a screaming orgasm. I could feel hubby’s dick explode inside me and felt his dick grow soft. I reached between my legs and found my clit. I stroked it while my hubby tweaked my nipples. My orgasm came quickly and I arched my back thrusting my big tits out. The room was silent as a couple more spasms shook through my body. The guys were speechless knowing they had just watched the best porno they would ever see and it was all live.