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Guilty
Pleasures
I really can't believe I'm writing
this down, but I can't really
believe I'm living the two lives I'm
living right now, either.
In my first life, I'm a happily married,
35-year old wife and mother
and a very successful attorney working
for one of the Delaware Valley's top
firms. I'm smart, good-looking, eat
right, exercise, and have a body that
my critical eye says still looks pretty
damn good in a small two-piece
swimsuit. In my second life, I am
a wanton slut that will do whatever my
young-stud lover wants me to do.
Scott, my lover, is 21 years old and
works at our firm doing odd jobs,
delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy,
etc. By all definitions of the
word, he is a "hunk." He works out
and his body is rock-hard. Brown eyes,
beautiful black hair, and the nicest
ass I've ever seen on a man.
I am very much the professional in
the office, but at office
luncheons, softball games, and parties,
I am a outrageous flirt. I just
can't help it. At first, Scott was
the perfect target for my flirting:
good-looking, young, single, and very
aware of my status and position in
the office. He was always fun to tease,
always a good sport -- until a
Christmas party at a partner's house.
In the holiday mood and feeling safe
with my husband, Phil, at my
side, I had been merciless flirting
with Scott all evening. Later in the
evening, I was walking out of the
upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my
arm and pulled me into a bedroom.
It was Scott.
"Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed,
as he closed the bedroom door behind us.
I didn't say a word because I assumed
he was now kidding me in return,
or maybe he had had just a little
too much to drink.
His hands shot to my breasts and roughly
felt them through the green
velvet of my dress. His fingers found
my braless nipples and they hardened to his touch.
"No, Scott! What do you think you're
doing? My husband is downstairs!"
"I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my
neighborhood we know how to deal
with cockteasers, and you are the
worst I have ever met. When I'm through
with you, you won't tease me anymore."
His rough talk and his rough grabs
were so out of place, so beyond
anything in my experience, so surprising,
I was shocked and had to suppress
a nervous giggle. But at the same
time, the whole situation was turning me
on. I didn't fear for my safety, because
of the setting and that it was
Scott, and I knew he would never hurt
me. Still, the roughness was causing
me to respond. Phil, always a gentleman
in and out of bed, had never
talked to me or felt me the way Scott
was. This was new and exciting. I
fell back almost willingly when Scott
pushed me back on to the bed.
"Scott! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I
was protesting, but I was also
keeping my voice low.
Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled
out a beautiful, rigid cock.
He threw my skirt up over my face,
pulled down my pantyhose and, instead of
removing my panties, he merely pulled
the elastic crotch far enough to the
side to slide that wonderful dick
into my already hot, wet cunt and I
started the best orgasm of my life
on his second stroke.
When he came, he pulled out and stood
up. I sat up and smiled at him,
"Wow! I really can't believe that
happened, Scott. It was great, but I
can't believe I just cheated on my
husband!"
Scott grabbed the back of my head
and pulled me to his still-hard
cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean."
I took his warm and sticky cock in
my mouth, sucking it and then
licking our juices from its length.
As I was working on his cock, Scott
said, "Do you know why cockteasers
tease? Because they are really sluts
and that's the only way they know how
to ask for it the way they want it
- hard and fast."
I heard him, but was enjoying his
cock too much to pay that much
attention to what he was saying. Finally,
when he was clean, he returned
his meat into his pants and zipped
up. He walked out of the bedroom
without another word, and by the time
I had reassembled myself and returned
to the party, he was gone.
That night was the beginning of my
descent into raunchy sex. I didn't
know it then, but Scott had given
me something I could no longer live
without. Until Scott took me on that
bed, I never knew sexual excitement
like that existed. I had never been
that aroused, and I wanted more.
....................
At work the following Monday, Scott
followed me to my car and demanded
a blow job. There was never any question
of doing what he said to do. I
vividly remembered my orgasm, the
total release and satisfaction, and
wanted more.
I gave Scott his blow job, and that
became the daily ritual. Every
afternoon, in my $400 business suits,
I'd be sucking on my stud's hot cock
as his hands roamed over and in my
body. He'd fill my mouth with cum, and
watch me swallow it, and then I'd
lick him clean, drive home and be the
perfect wife and mother.
On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me
his address and told me to be there
by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough
to tell Phil that I was preparing
for a trial, which always entailed
extra hours at the office.
When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed
me to the bedroom and told me to
undress. For the next three hours
I was held in the most wonderful state
of sexual awareness in my life! Scott
tired this girl out!
His hard body and hard cock were all
over and in my body. I became a
slave to his touch. He would tease
and play with me until my release was
about to explode, and then back off
- he drove me crazy and into ecstasy.
He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits
and my virgin asshole. He sucked my
nipples and toes and fingers and clit.
He massaged my legs and back and
breasts and my pussy.
Phil had been the only other man to
make love to me and he couldn't
compare to Scott. I didn't want the
afternoon to end. I wanted Scott to
fuck me for days.
I was dressing to leave, standing
on wobbly legs, hugging Scott around
the neck, when he patted my buns and
said, "Same time, next Saturday, slut."
"I'll be here."
"See you in the parking garage after
work on Monday, slut."
"I'll be waiting, Scott."
It was hard to believe, but our fuck
session the following Saturday
was even better than the first! Scott
was so young and strong and
aggressive. The more he demanded from
me, the more I responded and
enjoyed. But after that second Saturday,
I didn't want to wait another
long week between Scott's fucks. Every
night, during our garage blow jobs,
I begged Scott to let me visit him.
Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I
stayed until midnight and just about
crawled home and into my bed. Driving
home, I admitted to myself, for the
first time, that I was no longer in
control of all aspects of my life
-- I was physically and sexually addicted
to Scott.
........................
On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't
alone when I arrived.
"This is my friend, Sean," smiled
Scott.
I said hello to Sean and the three
of us talked for a while. I
couldn't wait for him to leave, so
Scott and I could get on with the
fucking! I get hot just being close
to Scott.
Scott patted me on the knee and smiled
again, saying, "I told Sean
you'd give him a blow job, before
he left."
"No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't
understand why Scott would
say that, and wondered how far he
was going to push me.
"Well, Babe, then I guess you better
get your coat and get the fuck
out of here. No more fun times with
me."
I knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed
to admit I thought about it
for only a few seconds. I was not
prepared to give up Scott's pleasures so easily.
"Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."
With a huge grin, Sean led me into
the bedroom and sat on the edge of
the bed. I opened his belt and trousers
and pulled them down to his
shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between
his legs, and wrapped my lips
around his cock, feeling it grow and
harden inside my wet mouth.
Before Sean came, Scott entered the
bedroom. He was naked and seemed
to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with
my mouth. His dick was hard and I
reached for it with my hand as Sean
exploded in my mouth.
I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't
leave, and the next several
hours had both men fucking and sucking
me in turn and at the same time. It
became obvious that Scott's favorite
position was pounding his cock into
me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Sean's
cock.
My body was sore and tired as I drove
home from Scott's apartment. I
couldn't believe that, up until about
4 weeks ago, only my husband had ever
made love to me, and that day I had
been used and abused by two young
studs. I wondered why I didn't have
regrets or more guilt.
.........................
The relationship, if that is what
this is, has gotten kinkier and
kinkier. I continued to go to Scott's
place almost every Saturday for the
next couple of months. Most days Scott
was alone, but Sean did show up
occasionally and the 3-way was repeated
each time.
In late March, Scott told me to get
there a little early and when I
did, he handed me an outrageous outfit.
It was a skirt, too short for
anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low
and wide in the front, and very high heels.
"Put these on, Patti. I'm having some
friends over to watch
basketball, and you're going to be
our waitress."
I definitely didn't like the sound
of that, after my experience with
Sean. "Scott, please don't make me
do this. I don't want to entertain
your friends -- just you. I'll wear
this outfit for you."
Scott grabbed the clothes from my
hand. "No problem, Patti. You know
the rule -- you do what I ask, or
we don't play anymore. It's that simple.
You wear this for my friends or you
go home and don't ever come back."
An hour later, dressed in the outfit
and wearing more make-up than I
have since I was 14, I was serving
beer and chips to Scott, Sean and three
friends. My tits, ass and pussy were
being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed
and fingered at every opportunity.
I was pulled down on to laps for feels
and kisses until one of the new guys
pulled out his hard cock and told me
to sit on it.
Of course, and as usual, all this
mistreatment had really turned me on
and I was only too happy to position
myself in his lap, facing him, pulling
my short skirt up, and slowing lowering
my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He
pulled my top over my head and began
to attack my tits with his mouth and hands.
That started the party in ernest.
After that first fuck, I moved from
lap to lap, fucking and blowing the
five guys as fast as they could shoot
their load and get hard again.
I was having a ball, but instead of
appreciating having an attractive,
willing woman available to take care
of their animal urges, these guys were
crude and rude and gross. One guy
had me lie down on the coffee table as
he poured beer on my tits and pussy
and lapped it up. Another guy pulled
his cock out of my mouth as he started
to come, and shot his warm, sticky
jism on my tits, and then lifted each
one up to my mouth so he could watch
me lick his cum off my nipples.
Sean laid on his back on the floor
and had me mount his cock. Another
guy, Dave, stood over Sean and I sucked
his prick into my mouth. Within a
few minutes, a third guy walked over
and stood watching. I reached for his
erect penis and jerked it off until
he shot his cum all over my face. The
sight of the cum must have been enough
for Sean and Dave, because they both
came within seconds of each other.
For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls,
cheering and whistles, I
serviced their cocks. They were no
longer men to me, only jerking,
pumping, shooting cocks. And I loved
every minute of it.
Scott must have realized how exhausting
the whole thing had been for
me, because about 2 hours after starting,
he told me to get dressed and to
go home. I left, blowing kisses to
everyone's moans and groans because I was leaving.
When I got home, the kids were still
at the roller rink and Phil was
napping. Thanking my lucky stars,
I stripped and made my way to the
shower. I smelled like a whore house
next to a brewery.
I was shampooing my hair when the
shower door opened and Phil stepped
in wearing a smile and a hard-on.
My guess was that he woke from his nap
with an erection and wanted me to
do something about it. Without a word, I
leaned back against the wall and let
my husband walk his cock up inside me.
When he came, I thought about him
adding one more gooey load to the 10 or
12 loads of cum already filling my
cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm
of my action-packed day.
.............................
After the party, things got back to
"normal" for a while. Everyday
after work, I give Scott a blow job.
He lets me visit him about one
weeknight every two weeks and almost
every Saturday. Sean is usually there
on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave
also shows up. It doesn't matter to me
whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I service
them all -- letting them do whatever
they want to me.
Last week was the ultimate demand
by Scott. After work, he handed me
a bag and told me to come to his apartment
at 10:00pm that night, wearing a
lot of make-up and the contents of
the bag. I told him that it was
impossible for me to get out that
late on a Friday night. Scott told me to
be there or else say goodbye, and
then he walked away.
Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual.
I know I abuse that
trust, but, that night, after dinner,
I told him I was going out with some
women from the office for a bachelorette
party. I didn't know then how
close to the truth I was.
I parked outside of Scott's and looked
in the bag. All that was in it
was a black garterbelt, black stockings
and black high heels. It wasn't
easy, but I stripped and put the sexy
stuff on in the car, fixed my extra
make-up in the visor mirror, and put
on my raincoat.
Music was blasting through Scott's
apartment door and I had to knock
several times. Finally, Scott opened
the door and held up a finger for me
to wait. He turned back into the apartment
and announced, "The
entertainment's here. Get the groom
ready!"
More yells from inside followed. Scott
curled his finger for me to
step inside. His livingroom was full
of men. Beer cans were everywhere
and an X-rated video was on the VCR.
In the center of the room was a
goodlooking guy sitting in a desk
chair, with his hands behind him.
Scott took my hand and led me into
the room, "Gentlemen. This is the
Sex Machine. Some of you have already
met her and know what I mean. The
rest of you -- well, hold on to your
balls!
"Our dear friend, and groom-to-be,
Gary, requested that I not get a
stripper for the party. It seems he
didn't want to risk any hanky-panky
the night before his wedding. He wants
to remain pure!
"I didn't think it was fair to the
guys to ruin our fun, so here's
what happens. Gary is tied in his
chair and gets to watch what he could
have had, because....." Scott opened
my raincoat and threw it out of the
room, "...the Sex Machine is here!"
For the next two hours, I fucked and
sucked 11 of the 12 guys there.
Everybody except Gary had me at least
twice, and every time it was no more
than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs.
It wasn't long after I started,
that Gary began to beg to be released.
I tempted him with my tits and ass
and snatch, but Scott refused to release
him.
Finally, when things slowed down,
Scott asked everyone if Gary should
be allowed to change his mind. Most
of his friends booed the idea, but
Scott said he'd let Gary go if he
earned it. We tried thinking of a
challenge for Gary, when I felt the
cum dripping down my thighs from my
overused and overflowing pussy. I
suggested that before Gary could fuck
me, he had to eat me clean. Gary didn't
hesitate.
I laid down in the center of the room,
where the men could see their
cum over and in my pussy. Scott untied
Gary and he fell on top of me,
diving into my cunt. The room burst
into cheers as I came and came.
At last, Gary dropped his pants and
shoved his meat up inside my
sloppy cunt. He came in only a few
strokes and collapsed on top of me.
I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly
legs. Scott wrapped my raincoat
around my shoulders, told me to take
Saturday off, and said there was a
present for me in my pockets.
I sat in the car for a few minutes.
My thighs and hips and cunt felt
like I had just given birth. My mouth
and jaw felt like I had spent hours
in a dentist's chair. My neck and
shoulders and tits were sore and showed
teeth marks. I asked myself, "What
the hell was I doing?"
When I got home, I dressed downstairs
and started up to the bedroom.
All was quiet.
Then, I remembered my "gift" from
Scott and checked my pockets. In
each was a video tape. I couldn't
imagine why Scott would give me a tape,
so I put one in the VCR and hit "PLAY."
I couldn't believe it! It was a tape
of this evening's festivities
and I never noticed anyone filming!
I wondered what Phil would think if he
saw them? I popped the tape out and
hid them in my closet.
As I stretched my sore body out under
the sheets, I resolved to tell
Scott no more parties. One-on-one
with him, only. I just don't know what
I'm going to do if he says "no way,
slut."
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