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"Emergency. Hot slut next door is free use. Already dripping with cum. Come through right now. No limits." The replies flooded in almost instantly. More guys from the dorm buildings and nearby apartments started confirming. Within twenty minutes, the apartment door kept opening as fresh faces arrived. By the time the new wave finished arriving, there were twenty eight guys total packed into the living room and kitchen. Some were shirtless, some still in shorts, all of them hard and excited at the sight of the naked, cum soaked woman on the floor. "God damn," one new arrival said, a tall muscular guy named Jamal. "You guys were not exaggerating. She looks like a proper p**n whore."

Reading his shameless fantasy, Cindy cummed like never before, flicking her clit furiously. So tonight she made a decision to make his fantasy come true. She invite Chinedu over, he was a tall, muscular Igbo bull who was also a runway model, Mark had seen pictures of his 9 inches thick, veiny black cock that made Cindy's eyes light up when she showed him the messages. The doorbell rang, making Mark's heart pound with shame and his cock throb with anticipation.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

But first I am going to watch this damn video again. Nobody will know but me, anyway. I open the site and log into her profile again. God damn but she is so hot. Picture after picture shows her posing cutely with those perfect tits on display. They are large - a D cup, I know from doing her laundry - but so high and firm and bouncy. Jesus Christ. I find the video I am looking for and open it up.

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He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.