I have been short on money these past few months. I had a good job, but I lost it. The place where I work made paper bags, all different sizes of paper bags. Just likes the bags that you get when you go grocery shopping. You know those brown paper bags that they have. The company I worked for had to shut down. They said they were loosing money left and right. Who knows, all I know is that I lost my job.

A few months ago I got a job at a restaurant. It isn't a good job, but it's money I guess. I only make six dollars an hour, as you can see it's not much money. I can hardly pay my rent, let alone all the other stuff I have to buy. I try to get a free meal while I'm at work, but sometimes I don't have time to eat. It's a real fucking busy place and we are always short on help. As soon as they hire people, they turn around and quit. I've seen times where it has been just three of us to run the whole store. One waitress, one dishwasher, and me the cook. Sometimes I have to do all three things.

I've been trying to look for a new job, but I can't seem to be able to find one. I don't have any real education, other than high school. I like to think of myself as being smart, but that won't get me any better jobs. Most of these jobs around here require some college education. At least the jobs that pay good that is. I might go back to college some day, but I don't know. I don't know if I could handle sitting in a classroom at my age. I'm not old, but I'll soon be old. I like to think of myself as a young thirty year old girl. Though, sometimes I feel like an old 30 year old bitch.

I haven't been able to pay my bills lately. Actually, I'm so far in debt that I wouldn't be surprised if they turn off my electricity. Wouldn't that be really shitty? To have to sit all fucking day in the dark. It sucks to be me, let me tell you that first hand. I thought and thought of ways to get me out of this hole. Believe me, I've thought of just about everything. I even thought about baking cookies and trying to sell them, but I didn't have the money to buy the stuff to make cookies. So, that was out of the question. So was anything that required money.

To make a long story short, I decided that I would sell myself. That's right, I would be a whore. I know that you are probably going to think less of me, but I could care less. I don't care what you think of me.

I don't think you would last ten minutes in my life. In fact, I know you wouldn't be able to. Do you think you could go to bed being so hungry your stomach hurts? If not, then don't put me down for deciding to be a whore.

I looked through my closet to find something that I could wear. I have never done anything like this before, but I figured it would be a good idea to wear something sexy. Also, something that would be easy to take off.

The last thing I needed was to have a customer want to fuck and I have to take off a hundred pieces of clothing. That could make him change his mind really fast.

I decided to go with a little plaid skirt that I had. I also had some knee high stockings that went with it. Though I'm not a young girl, I thought I would dress up like all of the girls do. Sometimes I go by the college and see what those girls are wearing. If I have the money, I try to get outfits like they wear. I know it's silly, but it makes me feel young. Maybe I'm hoping deep down inside that someone will think I'm one of those college girls.

I got dressed up and put on my makeup. I also wore a little shirt that really showed off my tits. I mean, they were popping out of that fucking shirt. I knew that I had to look good to make money. Actually, I wasn't sure what I had to do to make money. Not only that, but I wasn't sure how much to charge people. All I knew was that I should stand on a corner downtown and try to get customers.

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My husband Kurt has been wanting to have a three way. I told him that I would think about it, but I really didn't think too much about it. I don't know, the idea of being with another woman isn't exactly a turn on to me. At least it wasn't until I met Kim. She is a hot little thing that he works with. I used to get so upset when he would talk about how hot she was. I was so afraid that he would run off with her. I'm glad that he didn't, because I wanted a piece of her after we met.

We met Kim at a coffee shop and she told me that I had beautiful eyes. That's when my heart melted. I looked at her and realized that she had a nice pair of tits. I've never thought that about a woman before. I told Kurt after we left the coffee shop that she had a nice pair of tits. He laughed and said he thought the same thing. Kurt said that he watches her tits bounce at work all the time. He said that he has looked at them a lot, but has never touched them. I'm glad, because it would have broken my heart if he had touched them. I know that it sounds mushy, but I'm that kind of woman. I get very jealous when it comes to things like this with my husband. I can't even believe that I agreed to have a three way. I really wasn't sure that I wanted to have a three way until I met Kim. She seemed like such a nice person. I thought it was neat the she was attracted to me. I've never thought of myself as being attractive to other women. I wonder if there are many other women out there that find me attractive?

I fixed Kurt a nice supper before Kim was to come over. We had a very romantic meal, just the two of us. You know the drill, candles and all that stuff. It was very romantic and I wanted to fuck right then and there, but I knew Kurt wouldn't want to. To be honest, I didn't want to either. I wanted to see what this Kim was all about. I have heard that women are better at eating pussy then men are. I didn't know if that was the truth, but I knew I was going to find out. My pussy got excited just thinking about having sex with Kim. I never thought I would say something like that. I never in my life thought I would be having sex with another woman.

“What do you think will happen tonight?” I asked Kurt as I took a sip of my coffee.

“Probably a whole lot of fucking,” Kurt laughed.

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«Hey Alicia, wait a minute.» Paul said as he seen Alicia walk by him. «What are you doing?» Paul asked. «I just got done with history class. Now I am going to go back to the dorm and relax.» Alicia said. «This is my friend Kevin.» Paul said introducing his friend. «Hello Kevin. My name is Alicia.» She said. «Nice to meet you Alicia.» Kevin said while looking her over. «You guys want to come over to my room?» Alicia asked. «Sure, we can come over.» Paul said. They walked back to the dorms. It was a long day for Alicia. She had been studying for a history college exam. Not exactly the best way to spend a day. She has only known Paul for a few months. He is on the football team. She met him at a party where she got drunk. She got sick and vowed to never drink again. «You coming to the game?» Paul asked. «When is it?» Alicia asked.

«It is this Friday.» Paul said. «No it isn't. It is this Saturday.» Kevin spoke up. «Oh, you are right. Back in high school games were on Friday nights.»Paul said laughing.

«I might be able to go. I will have to see if my parents are coming over.» Alicia said after she paused to think.

«Damn it!» Kevin yelled. «What is the problem?» Paul asked. «I was supposed to call my dad last night and I forgot. He will be pissed.» Kevin said in a fearful tone. The went inside the dorm and went into her room. «Ahhh, the air conditioning feels great.» Paul said as they went into her room.

«I turn it on full blast all day long.» Alicia said pointing to the air conditioner. «Sit down, make yourself comfortable.» Alicia said as she put her books near her bed.

«The girls get bigger rooms.» Kevin said as he looked around her room. «You think so?» Paul asked. «Do you think you could fit all this stuff in one of our rooms?» Kevin said pointing to all the stuff Alicia had in her room. «You have a point there.» Paul said. «Can I get you guys something to drink?» Alicia asked. «No, thanks.» Paul said. «Maybe latter.» Kevin replied. There was a strange silence in the room. It was as if Kevin was transfixed on something. While the Paul and Alicia just looked at the ground. It was a moment of silence that felt very uncomfortable. «Wow!» Kevin jolted. «Wow what?» Alicia asked. «That is one smoking hot pair of panties over there.» Kevin said looking at Alicia's bed. «Oh, well, uh….» Alicia mumbled. «Don't be embarrassed.» Paul said smiling. «You know I'm kind of shy.» Alicia said walking over to the bed. «I will put this stuff away so it doesn't bother you.» Alicia said carrying a bunch of clothes to the other side of the room.

«Man, is that your bra?!» Kevin asked surprised.

«I don't like talking about this sort of stuff.» She said running over to the other side of the room.

«It is funny, that bra looks like it is for some really big tits.» Kevin said staring at it.

«But, you wear baggy clothes. It is hard to see how big your tits are.» Kevin spouted.

«I seen her in a tank top one night, those melons are fucking great!» Paul said while slapping his knee.

«Guys, you know I am bashful.» Alicia said as she put her clothes away.

«Can we see your cans?» Kevin asked.

«Can you see my what?» Alicia asked surprised.

«You know, your boobs.» Kevin said while smiling.

«I've had just about enough of you two.» Alicia said angrily. «Come on, they can't be that bad.» Paul said. «Okay, I tell you what.» Alicia paused. «Okay, what?» Kevin gestured. «If you show me your dicks, I will show you my tits.» Alicia said like a smart ass. Much to her surprise, Kevin pulled out his dick. «You like what I have?» Kevin said while stroking his cock. «Well, here is mine too.» Paul said as he took out his penis. She was shocked. She didn't know what to do. Here were two guys with their dicks in their hands. How, weird is this. «Come on, now it's your turn.» Paul said kidding Alicia. «Yeah, now it's time to see what you have.» Kevin said. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be doing such a thing. Alicia was brought up in a strict home. She was told sex was a dirty thing. Only dirty people do these sorts of things. It was all she could do to lift up her shirt. «Damn, those melons are huge.» Kevin said. «Wow, those are better than I thought they would be.» Paul said staring at them. Just when she was about to put her shirt down, she seen Kevin's dick getting hard. Before long, it was rock hard. It was all Alicia could do to keep from blushing. «How about we see it all?» Paul asked.

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I put my lips around his cock and I sucked on it lightly. Jim let out a long moan. I knew then that he was in the mood for a good fucking.

“That is what I call a hard cock.” I said while stroking his cock.

“You do it to me every time.” Jim said with a smile.

Jim's cock was long and hard. There were veins that went up and down it that looked like a river. They looked like a river that you would expect to see on a map. The head of his cock was well defined. It looked like a swollen fireman's hat.

“I love the way you suck cock.” Jim said as he placed his hand on the back of my head.

Jim pushed my face into his cock so hard, that I thought I was going to choke. Jim must have really enjoyed this blow job, because he never has acted like this before.

“I love sucking your cock.” I said as I looked up at him.

If you haven't guessed by now, I work at a motel. Here I give blow jobs for ten dollars. That is all I do. I suck cock all day long. If they want to go all the way, they go to one of the other girls. I also make sure that they wear a condom when I suck their cock. Most men find it strange to get their dicks sucked while wearing a condom, but that is my rule. Most men say that I suck a dick so good, that it doesn't matter if they wear a condom. If they don't like it, they can risk getting a disease from another girl. They will find someone to suck their cock without wearing a condom.

I could tell that Jim was enjoying himself because of the way he was puckering up his lips. It made his mustache look like a long carpet that went along his upper lip. I have always liked men who have mustaches. I don't like beards or side burns, but I do like a mustache. I think it makes a man look distinctive. I also like the way it tickles my pussy. Come on girls, you know what I am talking about!

Jim likes it when I play with his balls when I suck his cock. This drives him crazy. I have been sucking Jim's cock now for a few years. I would say he is one of my more steady customers. Usually he comes in once per week, but sometimes we will come in two times. Jim always comes to me to get his dick sucked. I think that says a lot about my cock sucking ability. If there is one thing I know, it is business. It is a good business practice to give customers the most bang for their buck. I do that, trust me I do.

I've been told by women that when their man comes in for one of my blow jobs, they never come out the same. Wives and girlfriends have told me that their men will beg them to suck cock like I do. Maybe I am bragging, but I don't mean to.

If there is one thing a woman should do it's get to know her man's cock. Most women don't take the time to get to know their man's cock. I don't know why that is, but I don't understand it. I love getting my face in their crotch and getting to know what they like. I love sucking cock, maybe that is why I do it for a living.

I don't look at a blow job as something that is just about pleasure. I see it as a way to get to know my man. There is nothing more personal than having a man's penis in your mouth. I always make sure that I find out what my man likes to have done. Some men love to cum in your mouth, other guys like you to play with their balls. Some, just love getting some attention down there.

I've been sucking cock for twenty years. Not exactly twenty years, but close enough. I like to think that I know what men like. But, I also know that what I don't know, I will figure out. Some men have little quirks about them that others don't. I had one boyfriend that liked it when I let my hair grow long. He liked to run his fingers through my hair when he came. I could tell that he enjoyed his orgasms more when he did this.

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I was laying in my bed and feeling so comfy. I love just laying underneath the blankets and relaxing. Sometimes on winter days I will lay under the blankets for an hour or so and listen to the radio. You know how it is when it is cold outside. You don't even want to get out from under those warm comfy blankets.

“We have a problem,” Kelly said as she walked into my bedroom.

“What is it?” I asked, half asleep.

“Something is wrong with the toilet. It won't flush,” Kelly said as she sat on the side of my bed.

“Did you try pushing the lever?” I asked, still dazed.

“Do I look stupid?” Kelly asked.

“I don't know,” I said waking from my daze.

I could tell that Kelly was frustrated with me. I didn't know what else to do. I was still half asleep and wasn't sure what she was talking about. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I still should have been sleeping. It wasn't another hour before I should have woke up.

“What did you do in the toilet?” I asked.

“I went to the bathroom,” She replied.

“I know that. Did you pee or poop?” I asked.

“I only peed, but we need to have the toilet fixed.” Kelly said looking down at me.

I tossed and turned trying to wake myself up. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I didn't get enough sleep. I could have used a cup of coffee right about then. But, I wanted to go back to bed. I tried to think what we could do about the toilet. I'm not really good at such things. I couldn't fix the toilet if I had to. That's why I keep telling Kelly that one of us needs to get a boyfriend. That way we have someone around the house that can do stuff like that.

“I guess you could look through the phone book and find a plumber that can come over,” I said as I thought what we could do.

“Will you split the cost?” Kelly asked.

“Sure, just tell me how much it is and I will pay you,” I said as I pulled the blankets up near my head.

“Okay. I'll let you know after he tells me how much it costs.” Kelly said as she got up off of the bed.

I got comfortable again and closed my eyes. I really wanted to go back to sleep. I didn't have to be to work until about five hours, but I didn't want to go in and be all cranky and shit like that. You know how it is when you don't get enough sleep. If I go to work cranky, all the women there tell me that I need to get laid. We always say that to each other if one of us is acting cranky. I got really comfy, but I didn't feel like I was going to fall asleep. When I can't sleep, I usually count sheep. I know that is what people on television do, but it works for me. Sometimes I will count cute kitties jumping over the fence instead of sheep. That works too if I can't fall asleep.

“Sandra wake up!” Kelly said as she ran into my room.

“What? What's going on?” I asked as I jumped out of bed.

“The plumber is here and he is fucking cute!” Kelly said excited.

“You woke me up to tell me the plumber was cute?” I asked, kind of bitchy.

“Believe me, this is one guy you want to fuck,” Kelly said almost so excited that she was jumping up and down.

I got out of bed and I slowly walked to the bathroom. I didn't want the guy to know I was looking at him. At first all I could see was his big package as he laid down on the floor. I then got a good look at his face. This sure was one fucking hot guy! I knew what Kelly was up to, but I wasn't sure if I wanted in on it. Sometimes we have three ways with guys. She loves the look on their faces when they see us eating each other's pussies. I slowly walked back into my bedroom. I wasn't sure what to say to her. The first thing I noticed was, Kelly had taken off all of her clothes except her bra. That told me that she wanted to fuck that guy. I took one look at her nice pussy and I decided that sleep was something that I could do later on. I wanted in on this action.

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“Awwwwe fuck!” Kelly yelled as her car stalled.

This is the second time this week that her car stalled. She knew that she had to get it fixed, but she didn't have the money. The mechanic won't take payments and she doesn't have a credit card.

Kelly got out of the car and lifted the hood. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car. It wasn't smoking, it didn't make any funny sounds. There wasn't even a faint odor or anything that caught her eye.

“I don't know what the fuck I am going to do.” She said looking under the hood.

Kelly had just got off work from her office job. She was still wearing her work clothes. She was wearing a long brown dress, that was cut almost all the way up on the side.

She was also wearing a white silk dress shirt and a pearl necklace. She unbuttoned her shirt while she was looking under the hood. It was hotter than hell outside and even the smallest relief felt amazing.

Much to her surprise as Kelly walked back to her car, she seen a man walking up to her. In this day and age, a woman has to be careful. So, she politely said hello and started to get in her car.

“What is wrong with your car?” The man asked.

“I don't know.” Kelly said as she rolled down her window.

“How did it act before it broke down?” He asked leaning towards her through the window.

“It sputtered a little, but that was about it.” She said looking at him.

Even though she was afraid of the stranger, she needed someone to help her get back on the road. If nothing else this man could call a tow truck so she could get home. Anything would be better than setting on the side of the road.

“Are you sure that you didn't run out of gas?” He asked scratching his head.

“Yes, I just put five dollars in it before I left for work. Work is only five miles away from the gas station.” Kelly said as she looked at the gas gauge.

“I can take a look and see what I can find. You might have a leak in your gas tank or maybe something else is wrong.” He said walking around to the front of the car.

“I need you to pop the hood for me.” He said trying to open the hood.

“There is a latch right under the hood. Press that and the hood will come up.” Kelly said getting out of the car.

“This is an older car.” The man said as he looked under the hood.

“Yes, it is all that I can afford right now.” Kelly said.

“I am going to open up the choke in the carburetor. Go inside and start the car.” He said while unscrewing something.

Kelly got in and she started the car.

“Okay, hold on. Let me get some gas in your carburetor.” He said as he jerked on something.

“Now, try again.” He said.

Kelly did as he said and the car started right up. He continued to play around with the car and the motor accelerated really fast. It took her by surprise. He put down the hood and he came around.

“I think your choke is sticking. That is the only thing that I can think of. I messed around with it and it started up. If this happens again, go and…. Let me show you.” He said walking around to the front.

He took off the air filter and he showed her the choke.

“If it stops again, just put a stick or something in there to open it up when you start it. You should get this checked out by a mechanic. You can easily work on it if it breaks down, but it is a pain in the ass.” He said putting the hood back down.

Kelly was happy that nothing bad actually happened to her car. She knew she didn't have the money to fix it. It was all she could do to afford gas, let alone the high prices that mechanics charge.

“How much do I owe you?” Kelly asked the man.

“You don't owe me a thing. Matter of fact, if you want, I can fix this for you. It will cost you a few bucks for parts. I won't charge you anything to fix it.” He said as he wiped his hands on his pants.

This was music to her ears. She could afford the parts if they were cheap enough. But, she couldn't allow the guy not to take any kind of payments.

“I've got to pay you something, I can't let you do it for free.” She said getting her purse.

“Listen lady, I don't need your money. I would rather see you with a safe car then me having a few bucks. Save that money for parts.” He said watching her take money out of her purse.

“I'm not going to let you do the work for free. Can I work it off?” She asked.

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I woke up early so I could cook up a special breakfast. I've been wanting to do something nice for my husband Joe. Joe is a really great guy and sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for him. I want Joe to know that I love him and he is a very special part of my life. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't around. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

I decided the night before that I would surprise my husband with breakfast in bed. I would cook up a breakfast so good, that he would think it came from a restaurant! We've been married for fifteen years, we were both eighteen when we got married. Just out of high school and horny, as some people might say. Joe joined the service and we moved so we could live on the base. I got a job at a local teddy bear factory. I still work there, but only part time. Just something to keep me busy, since we don't have a family. Joe, he's out of the service now. He works for a company that deals with security issues. Stuff like store security, sports games, concerts, all that kind of stuff. A lot of the military guys get into jobs like that after they get out. Joe makes enough money now that I don't have to work, but I do it anyway. I've made a lot of friends at my job, many of them are like family to me.

It was Saturday and neither of us work on the weekends. Well, sometimes Joe does go into work on the weekends if they have to plan a special security detail for a big event. Usually stuff like that is dealt with way in advance though. I woke up at five o'clock and made sure that I didn't wake Joe. I didn't want him to know what I was up to. We eat breakfast at six o'clock on the dot every morning. Military men are like that, organization is the key to success Jim always says. I don't mind, I like getting up early and reading the newspaper. I then check my email and write back to anyone who wrote me during the night. My sister likes to send me these funny jokes before she goes to bed at night. I look forward to having a good laugh in the morning each day.

I whipped him up a breakfast that I knew he would love. I made sunny side up eggs, pancakes, and link sausages. Joe loves link sausages, he won't eat the patties. I don't know what the difference is, but I know there is a skin around the link sausages. I told Joe that skin is guts from a pig and he didn't care. Joe said it made the sausage taste better. I don't know about that, but I try not to think about guts while I eat them. I am more of a bacon person myself, but I never buy bacon. I'm the only one who will eat the stuff. By the time I could eat a whole pack of bacon, it would have spoiled and went bad. Joe also likes to have his eggs fried in butter. Butter was made for eggs, that's another one of his little sayings. I always make sure to get the fresh sweet cream unsalted butter when I'm at the store. The stuff with a purple cow on the package that always makes me laugh.

“It's time to get up honey,” I said as I walked into the bedroom with Joe's breakfast on a tray.

“Five more minutes Nancy. Just five more minutes.” Joe said as he rolled around in the bed.

“Wake up. I've made you breakfast in bed,” I said standing next to the bed.

“Breakfast in bed?” Joe asked dazed.

“Wake up honey. It's your favorite breakfast,” I said.

“Oh, why thank you.” Joe said as he began to wake up from his sleepy daze.

Joe asked if I could hold onto the tray while he went to the bathroom, I said that I could. Joe came back and he laid down and I gave him the tray. Joe looked down at it and then smiled at me. I knew that he was happy to have his favorite breakfast.

“I'm going to go down and bring up my breakfast.” I said as I left the room.

I went down to the kitchen and made myself a plate of breakfast food. I also poured myself a glass of milk to wash it all down. Some people like orange juice or coffee when they wake up, I like milk. I've actually only been drinking milk at breakfast for the past few months. My doctor says that I should start thinking about getting extra calcium. I'm not too old, but he said that I'm at that age where I should be concerned. He's probably right, I don't want to end up with brittle bones like the older women in my family.

I carried up my breakfast on the tray slowly up the steps, making sure that I didn't spill any of my milk. One time when Joe and I were younger I made him breakfast in bed and I spilled the food all over myself. That was something I'll never forget. That happened at this old place we used to live in. It had a steep black oak stair case that just begged you to fall down it. Who ever built that damn thing, must have done it in spite. I can't believe that people walked up stairs differently back in the old days.

I went back to the bedroom and carefully laid down in the bed. I looked over at Joe and he was as happy as could be. He leaned over to kiss me and I felt the grease from the sausage on his lips. I love the look that Joe had, his glow could have lit a pitch black cave.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Joe asked with a smirk.

“I just wanted let you know how much you mean to me,” I said giving him a motherly smile.

“I'd kiss you, but my mouth is all dirty.” Joe said as he chomped on one of his sausage links.

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A friend of mine has been dating this card dealer that works at a casino in Las Vegas. This guy is a real card shark. Paul says that he used to play cards for a living. I believe it, because he knows his way around a deck of cards. I like to watch him shuffle the cards. He can shuffle them so fast, it is hard to focus on his hands.

I've got something to admit to you guys. I'm bisexual. Sarah, my friend asked if I would like to have sex with her and Paul. I told her that I would love to. She then told me that there was going to be two other women having sex with us. I couldn't believe what she was telling me. Two other women? That would mean there would be four women total and one guy. Paul was a very lucky man. I told her that I would go along with it. I've never had sex with Paul, but I thought it would be kind of neat. Paul is kind of sly, the type of man you would expect to work in Las Vegas.

I've never really done anything like this. I've had a three way before, but never had sex with this many people at one time. The idea of having sex with this many people at once was a real turn on for me. I know that some of Sarah's friends are pretty hot. She knows a lot of girls that go to the local college. I've seen many of her friends and they are something else. I've fingered myself thinking about one of her friends. She is a hot black chick with curves that you wouldn't believe. She has a rack on her that bounces every time she walks. I've always wanted to feel her up, but I don't know if she's into chicks or not. It can be quite difficult telling if a woman is into other women. The lesbos are easy, it's the bisexual chicks that are hard to tell apart. I've been with a few women that you wouldn't even have thought was into other women.

I went to the store to get myself a new sexy dress. I wanted something that looked hot and sexy. I'm that way when it comes to sexual stuff like this. I know that it might sound stupid to some people, but I love sex. I love making it special. Even though sex with this many people is far from being special. It is more like being full of lust. I've always wanted to have sex with a whole bunch of girls. Just to see what it is like. I love the taste of pussy and I also love tasting other women's pussies to see what they taste like. Every woman has a different taste to her. Some may only taste slightly different than others, but that's what makes pussy eating fun. I love eating a pussy that has a real musky scent. I get so horny smelling a woman with a musky scent, that I have to play with myself as I eat her pussy.

I found this little sexy dress that shows off my tits. Some guys say that the best part of me is my tits. I don't know about that, but I do think I have a nice chest. My tits are natural and they have great shape. I love playing with my tits as I finger my pussy. I don't do that all too much, but I do when I'm so horny that I can't take it. I knew right away that I wasn't going to be wearing any bra or panties under this dress. I didn't want to have to go through a lot of work getting naked. I'm the type of person who likes to get in the action when the mood strikes. Sometimes I don't wear panties anyway. I usually wear a bra though. I don't want to be forty years old and have tits that sag to my knees. I've known a few women like that. It's not a pretty sight.

The night before all of this was to go down, I could hardly sleep. It was all that I could do to lay still in my bed. That's how excited I was. I thought about calling up one of my friends to see if she had any sleeping pills. She is a pill popper and always has some kind of pills on hand. I was afraid that if I called her on the phone, I would end up waking her up. The last thing I needed was to have her bitching at me because I got her out of bed. I usually don't pop pills, but I do take sleeping pills if I'm having a hard time falling asleep. I know that I probably shouldn't, but sometimes I can't sleep. Especially when I know I'm about to have a kick ass time like I was the next day. There was no doubt in my mind that this was a sexual experience that I was never going to forget.

The day had finally came. I think I got a total of three hours sleep. I got up out of bed and played around on the computer for awhile. I wasn't about to just lay there all night and not do anything. I heard a doctor on television say that is the worst thing you can do when you can't sleep. He said that you should get up and do something. Well, the only thing I felt like doing was playing with myself. I was thinking too much about the wild and crazy sex that we were going to be having. The problem was, my vibrator's batteries were dead. It couldn't have happened on a night that I was more horny. I wasn't in the mood to use my finger. I needed something long and thick like a cock.

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I went out with some of my friends to go shopping. We had a girls day out, it was just us girls. We didn't take no one else with us. We went to the mall and looked around. I got a new CD, but that is all that I got. I still haven't listened to my new CD. I don't even know why I bought it, I guess I bought it just to be buying something. You know how good it makes you feel to buy something from time to time. To spend money on something that you have been wanting, or at least think you have been wanting.

After shopping, we went to a fast food restaurant. I'll tell you the name of it, but you will never recognize it. It's a place called Burgers and Fries. I have traveled all over the country and I've never seen another one of these places. As you can guess, they sell burgers and fries. Every now and then I like a good cheese burger and an order of fries. All of their food is good, but the milk shakes are the best. I love their chocolate milk shakes, though I never drink them while I'm eating. I drink the milk shake as a desert, after I am done with my meal. Actually, I eat most of it with a spoon. After it melts I drink it with a straw. Some people think that is silly, it makes perfect sense to me.

We sat around and ate for awhile. There were a total of three of us, so we had plenty to talk about. You know how us girls are when you get us alone. All we do is talk and talk some more. Everyone had something to bitch about, either their job or men in their lives. The strange thing is, we are all single. No men in our lives, though sometimes we go bar hoping and pick up men. Usually those relationships don't last.

I have to admit a little secret, this will probably blow your mind. All three of us are bisexual and we have sex with each other. We don't do it often, only when we are in the mood for it. Usually it isn't all three of us at once, but just two of us go at it. Most of the time we all can't get together at the same time. But, every now and then it does happen and we have great sex. All three of us have sex together, wouldn't men love to watch that on tape! I teased the other girls about taping us have sex, but they all were against it. I don't know if I would really do it, but it might be fun.

Before we went back to my place, we went to a shoe store. I wanted to get some new high heels. I got this hot short skirt a few weeks ago and I have no shoes to go with it. At least that was the excuse that I made so I could get a new pair of shoes. Shoes are so addictive, I wish I didn't have to wear them. I could go shopping for shoes every day of the week. I don't know why, but that is how I am.

When we got back to my place, we just sat around. I knew that it was a bad idea to come here, but I didn't know where else to go. I had spent too much money as it was, so I didn't have any more to spend. Kelly acted like she wanted to go see a movie, but I told her I didn't have the money. I would have went if she could have bought my ticket. I didn't ask, I hate asking people to buy stuff for me. Kelly is a grown woman, she can go to the movies if she wants to. Nothing is holding her back.

I suggested that we go down to the bar. We all know this hot bartender that works down there. This guy is so fucking hot, we all fight about who will get to take him out on a date. None of us has had the chance to do so, but I suspect one of these days we will. They all said they would like to go, so I drove down there. Chuck, the bartender, will give us all the free soda pop we can drink. He won't give us any booze unless we pay for it. But, that is fine with me, I don't have the money for booze. I don't like to drink anyway, I think it's kind of stupid. Why would I want to get drunk and act like a fool? Though, I do like watching drunk people make fools out of themselves.

“I'll take three colas with ice,” I told Chuck as I sat down at the counter.

“Hi, it's nice to see you ladies,” Chuck said as he got us our drinks.

I used to feel bad for taking the free drinks Chuck offered. But, he said not to worry about it. His boss said that he could give pretty girls all the soda pop they wanted. The boss said it was good for business to have pretty girls in the bar. I don't think of myself as being pretty, but I do think Kelly and Jackie are pretty. That is probably just a self esteem issue though.

“How are you ladies this evening?” Chuck asked.

How was I doing? Not too bad since I just got to see him bend over. That nice ass of his will put a smile on any woman's face. Not to sound too dirty, but this guy is really fucking hot. I don't know how women can keep their hands off of him. I know one thing for sure, if given the chance I would fuck his brains loose.

“I'm doing okay,” I said as I took a sip of my drink.

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Every one of you ladies will know exactly what I am talking about. We always get horny when it comes that time of the month. You know, our bloody friend. The friend that we wish that would never come back again.

I get horny when I am on my period. I mean really fucking horny. I can't help myself. The only thing that helps me get through it, is a man. I know men don't like to go down there during that time of the month, but that is when I need it the most. I always tell my men that if they fuck me while I am on my period, I'll give them some extra blow jobs. Men always like to get their dick sucked when they wake up in the morning.

This is a true story. I was dating this guy named Rob. Rob was my boyfriend for about two years. We broke up a few years ago. He got a new job and moved away.

Keep in mind, this is a true story. You can't make stuff like this up!

Rob and I had a date planned. We were going down to my favorite bar to get drunk. I know I shouldn't do it, but sometimes I get drunk when I am on my period. It seems to help the cramps. But, my head cramps the next day if I drink too much! I don't know which is worse.

I will now just tell the story. I know I promised before, but I had to say that about getting drunk. I don't know why, but I had to tell you.

“I need to go grab a pack of smokes.” I said as I went through my purse.

“You don't have any cigarettes?” Rob asked.

“I have four cigarettes. That isn't enough for the whole night.” I said as I lit one of the four cigarettes.

“Where do you want to go to get a pack?” He asked.

“Just any gas station is fine.” I said.

We stopped at a gas station that is about half way between the bar and my house.

“I'm going to let you go in and get them.” I said as I puffed on my cigarettes.

“You want light one hundreds? Is that the kind you smoke.” Rob asked.

“Yes. Just one pack is fine.” I replied.
“I'm going to get a couple of packs for myself while I am in there.” Rob said as he got out of the car.

If there was on thing I hated about Rob, it was that he always ran into someone he knew. I'm not saying it's bad to have friends, but it's not like that. He would run into them and talk to them for ever. I mean, he was in that gas station for at least twenty minutes talking to some guy. I didn't even know who the guy was!

Rob came out of the store with his cigarettes but not mine. I asked him where mine were, he said that he forgot to get them. It pissed me off when he did stuff like that. He would spend all that time talking to that guy, but forget all about me. Maybe I'm a little bitchy, but I like to have my man's attention.

Rob got my cigarettes and we went off to the bar. As we got to the bar, I thought of something.

“If we are going to get drunk, how are you going to drive home?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“If we get really drunk. You can't drive us home.” I said.

“Fuck! I never thought of that.” Rob said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“I will drop you off, then take the car home. I'll call Carl and see if he can drop me off at the bar. I'll buy him a six pack at the gas station or get him something for taking me.” Rob said as he lit a cigarette.

“Sounds good honey. Please, don't spend all night talking to Carl.” I warned Rob.

I know Rob and I know how he acts. He would probably leave me at the bar all night and come when they are going to close. I know Rob, trust me, I know him.

“If I get him a six pack of beer, he will want to go straight home and drink it.” Rob said.

“You get him a six pack then. I want you with me!” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

Rob dropped me off and I went inside the bar. I don't know why, but when I go into a bar I always light a cigarette. I think it is because I want to smoke when I see all that smoke. I ordered a Martini and I found a booth to sit in. I didn't want to sit at the counter, because I didn't want to get hit on by men. If I was single, that would be okay. Some men don't mind their girlfriend's to flirt a little. But Rob, he hated it when I flirted with men. One time he threatened to beat a guy up who I was flirting with.

I smoked my cigarette and drank my Martini. It was a fairly good Martini, it was mixed properly and didn't taste watered down. Sometimes the ice in those shakers makes the drink taste too weak. But, this one was just right.

I don't know if I wanted to chain smoke because I was in the bar or if it was because of PMS. When I am on my period, all I do is smoke. I even fall asleep at night with a cigarette in the ashtray. I never hold the cigarette in bed, I always put it in the ashtray after I take a puff on it. That way, if I fall asleep I don't catch anything on fire.

I noticed a call coming through on my cell phone.

“Hello.” I said into the phone.

“It's me Rob. Carl is at the gas station getting a six pack now. I will be there in about ten minutes.” Rob said.

“Okay honey, I'll see you then.” I said right before I hung up the phone.

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