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 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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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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I like guys that have long cocks. I'm not going to hide it, I'm a cock addict. I've loved cock ever since I first had one inside me. I've got something else to admit, I love black guys. I find that black guys have the kind of cock that I crave. These black guys that I have been dating are really well hung. There are no tiny cocks attached to black men. I'm sure there are, but I've never saw one. Not one, that says something about black men, if you know what I mean. I have had all kinds of guys from all walks of life. I keep going back to black men, I just love that black cock!

I've got to tell you something else, while I'm being open and honest. I'm a white woman, so if you don't like the fact that I date black men, you can stop reading this right now. No need to go any further, the last thing I want is someone who is going to put me down. People should be free no matter what their skin color is. A black man has every right to live in this world that a white man has. I asked a doctor once if black people's guts are the same as a white person's. He told me that black people are no different on the inside. That told me that it was more than okay to date black men. They are just like you and me. Well, I shouldn't say that. They are like white guys, but they have bigger cocks. Let's not forget the bigger cocks.

I've dated all kinds of black men. Let me tell you, what they say about black men aren't true. Sure, some of them are lazy. But, there are all kinds of lazy people in this world, not just blacks. The men I have dated all had jobs, good jobs at that. I sucked a guy's cock who was a basketball player. I can't tell you his name, because he would get mad at me for telling people about it. But, after a game, I gave him the best blow job he ever had. At least that is what he told me. I swallowed every drop of his cum and begged him for more! When I say I can't get enough black cock, I mean it!

My last boyfriend was a business man, a rich business man. He even owned his very own company. Now, you can't say that a successful man who owns his own business is lazy or stupid. All he done was work, but I didn't mind. He bought me all kinds of shit, even a new car. He was an older guy, much older than me. He told me that fucking a girl like me made him feel young. I don't know about that, but he was good in bed. It didn't hurt that he had a lot of money, but if he wouldn't have had such a big cock, I wouldn't have dated him. I'm a woman of principal, I'll tell you that much.

This guy I have been dating, he is a big shot at a bank. I don't know what his title is, but he wears a suit every day to work. That is what I call a big shot, that and he has a lot of money. A big wallet and a big cock is what you need to get me. Though, I really shouldn't talk like that. I would fuck him even if he didn't have such a good job, at least I think I would. I've never really thought about it. He is a nice guy, but he doesn't spend as much money on me as the other guy did. I had to break up with the other guy because he got back together with his wife.

We did mess around a little bit after he got back together with her, but we had to stop. He said that he wasn't going to mess up his marriage again. I don't know what he was talking about, the stupid bitch was just out for his money. After she was broke, that is when she called him up. I know how these women are, they will do anything for a buck. I know that I sound like one of those types of women, but I assure you that I'm not. I like guys who have good jobs, because they are the type of man who knows what they want out of life. They are the best in bed, because they get to the point. A rich guy has to know how to handle himself, unless he got the money from his family. Most guys who work hard, have good personalities.

I'm going to call my new boyfriend Alex. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you that. Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but you know how the internet is. There are all kinds of freaks out there. Also, you never know when these guys are married. Though, I'm pretty sure that Alex isn't married. If he is, he sure is doing a good job of hiding it. I think he might have been in a long term relationship with a woman, but I don't think they ever got married. Every now and then Alex will talk about his son, so he must have been in some kind of relationship.

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“Keep fucking me like that!” I yelled out.

Rick was giving my pussy all the workout that it could handle. I've never been fucked by a guy with such force. It was as if he was trying to fuck a hole that went through my entire body. I was surprised that his cock didn't go all the way to my throat, that is how hard he was fucking me. Not that I'm complaining, I love getting it good and hard.

“Come over here Carl, don't let me forget about you,” I said as I looked at Carl.

“You want some of my cock?” Carl asked as he got on his knees.

“I don't think you need to ask that question.” I said as I put his cock in my mouth.

I was being fucked from behind and I was also sucking Carl's hard cock. This was a birthday party that I will never forget. I wanted to celebrate my twenty first birthday in style, that was exactly what I wanted to do. I was getting fucked by these two hot studs and there were two more waiting for their turn at me. I've never been with four men at one time, but there is a first for everything. I wanted the first day that I could legally drink to also be the first time I had sex with four guys. I know every woman out there would love to have four guys at one time, I know I did!

“I love that nice little ass of yours,” Rick said as he fucked me from behind.

“Give it a little smack,” I said looking back at him.

“While he's smacking my ass with his cock, smack my face with your cock,” I told Carl.

“You are a wild woman,” Carl said as he smacked my face with his cock.

He's right, I think we should live hard and pay the costs later. I'm going to have fun while I'm young, when I'm old and gray I can't do stuff like this. I don't know about that, I actually hope that I'm a wild old woman. You know the type of grandma that everyone thinks is fun. That is the old woman that I want to be. I want to go out searching for guys with my grand daughter. I think that would be the neatest thing ever.

“Do you want to switch?” Rick asked Carl.

“I'll fuck that nice pussy of hers,” Carl said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“If you are going to fuck me, you need to pound me like Rick was!” I demanded.

Carl looked down at me and he gave me a wink. I didn't know what that meant, but I had a feeling that it meant that I was about to get fucked good and hard. I've got nothing against that, if anything, I'm weary of a woman who doesn't like it like that. I can't believe that a woman would want long romantic sex with four guys. Hell no, they would want to get fucked so good, they feel it the next day!

Carl slid his cock in my wet pussy. I think he put some lube on his dick, but maybe I was just really wet. I started to suck on Rick's cock Carl slid his inside me. Every time Carl pounded my pussy, it would jolt my face into Rick's pubic hair. One time Carl fucked me so hard, that I thought he was going to make me choke on Rick's cock. Wouldn't that have been something? I don't know if I would have had to go to the hospital for such a thing. Could you imagine the look on their face's if I came in there with a cock jammed down my throat? I'm sure they would be talking about that for years to come!

I saw an ad in the paper that advertised handyman services. I have been needing some work done around my house, so I thought I would give them a call. A really cute sounding guy answered the phone and asked what I needed done. I told him and he said that it wouldn't cost very much if I went through him. He said that the other handymen in the area would charge up to double what he would charge me. I was sold. Not only was I going to get a good deal, but he sounded really cute.

Doug said that he would come over tomorrow after lunch. Doug said that he had a job that he had to do first thing in the morning. That was fine with me, I don't like to get up early anyway. I'm more of a night owl, if you know what I mean. I had the day off and I wanted to sleep in. You know how it is when you get up for work every day early in the morning. I like my beauty sleep on my days off. The next day came before I knew it. This is what really happened. Doug turned out to be something else. You will see what I mean in a minute.

“Come on in.” I said as I heard a knock on my door.

Doug walked in and I was blown away. Standing before me was a super hot guy and I didn't know what to say. It was all I could do to keep myself from stuttering. I looked at his long black hair and I felt a shiver go up my spine. He looked at me with a nervous smile, like he wasn't sure what to say to me.

“What do you need me to do?” Doug asked as he looked around the place.

I knew what I needed him to do all right. I needed him to stuff my pussy with his tool. There was no way around that. It was then that I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. I needed his cock in my pussy really bad. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I'm not usually like this. I don't usually fall head over heals for a man like this. But, he was such a manly man. He had a tool box and wore work clothes. He looked like he was a hard working guy. That is a turn on in itself. I love a man that is good with his hands. The problem is, most men that are good with their hands, aren't half as good looking as Doug.

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I decided that I was going to get a make over. I dyed my hair blond, because I hear blonds have more fun. I also bought a whole bunch of new clothes. More clothes than I will be able to wear. I also got a membership at the local gym. Before I forget, I also got my nails done. If you are wondering what made me go out and do all of this, it was because I dumped my boyfriend. I found out that he was cheating on me so I dumped him. I figured out that I didn't need trash like him around in my life. I don't want to get any diseases, that's why I dumped that asshole. There are a ton of things out there that you can get by having sex with a lot of people. How was I to know that he was only fucking her? How was I to know that he was using a condom while he done it? I was on the pill, so there where no condoms in our house. I didn't catch him fucking her at my place, I caught him at her house. I didn't walk in on them having sex, but I knew what was going on. I watched him go there every day and see this woman. He had no reason to be going over there and seeing her.

So, now I'm a new woman. I have new clothes and a new look. The only thing I needed was a new person in my life. I've given up on men for awhile, I think I'll check out women from now on. I don't mean to alarm you, but I like to eat a good pussy every now and then. That is what pisses me off about my boyfriend cheating on me. If he wanted to have sex with another woman, I have a lesbian friend of mine who has been wanting to have sex with me. She might be a lesbian, but she told me she would fuck him if that meant she could eat my pussy. I even told him about her, but he didn't seem interested. I guess it was more than just sex he was after, he wanted to be with someone else. That's fine with me, I hope they are happy now. I'm happy now that I know he is out of my life. I don't need a man like that around the house.

I called up my lesbian friend to see if she wanted to go out with me. I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie and then to a restaurant. She said that she had plans, but I could stop by her house later on. I told her that I would get back in touch if I didn't have any plans for the evening. I wanted to be alone with her, have a nice meal and watch a movie. That would give her the chance to put the move on me. Even though I made up my mind that I wanted to have sex with her, I still wanted her to work for it. It would make me feel like a slut if I didn't. Feeling like a slut is one thing you don't want to feel like after you kick your boyfriend out for sleeping around.

I went out to eat at this new place in town. I don't know what it's called, but it's an all you can eat place. You pay one price and you can eat all the food you like. I thought I would give it a try, I had nothing to loose but a few bucks.

The food was actually pretty good, I was surprised at how good it was. They had all different kinds of things for you to choose from. There was even a man carving all kinds of meat. I ate both turkey and ham and all kinds of other stuff. I was so stuffed, I felt like a Thanksgiving turkey. I felt so bloated after I got out of there, I'm sure someone could have rolled me down the street. I got my money's worth, I'll tell you that much.

At the all you can eat place, the food was in a buffet. Basically it was like a long table that kept the food warm. I watched one fat guy go up there at least eight times. The first time he got a little bit of food, like maybe just something to warm up his jaws. Then, the next time he went back, he really piled the food on his plate. The second trip, he had a big gravy stain on his white shirt. On the next trip, he had a little bit of mashed potatoes in his beard. The next trip, I noticed that he has some corn in his mustache. I'm sure you know where this is going. By the time I left, his shirt and face was covered with food. I even saw some food in his hair. He was looking at the food like a pervert looks at a stripper. I got a good laugh out of watching him.

When I got home, I checked my answering machine to see if I had any messages. I had one, it was from Sandy. She called and asked if I still wanted to do anything. I called her back to see what she had in mind.

“Hello?” I said as I heard her pick up the phone.

“Do you still feel like going out for dinner and a movie?” Sandy asked.

“I just ate down at the new all you can eat place. I'm so full I don't think I could eat another bite without exploding,” I said.

“I can't believe you ate that much food,” Sandy said laughing.

“I had to get my money's worth. I wasn't going to spend all that money and just eat a salad,” I told her.

“You have a point there. I'm going to fix myself something to eat really soon. Do you still want to do something tonight?” Sandy asked.

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Debby spread her legs and then looked over at me. I knew that she wanted me to eat her pussy, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do it. I felt that Debby was attractive, but she turned me off by how hard she was hitting on me. I've never been hit on like that before, not by a man or a woman. I suppose it made me feel good, it made me feel like someone found me attractive. But, some people will say anything to get in your pants.

I've only been with a woman one time before. She was a friend of mine and we were both curious about what sex with another woman would be like. We had sex and that was the end of it. We really didn't talk much about it after it was all said and done. I liked it, I thought the sex was good. I thought she was an attractive and nice lady. But, I think she felt uncomfortable about the whole situation. To be honest, I kind of felt that way too. Maybe that is why I was having so many problems deciding if I wanted to have sex with Debby. I was attracted to Debby, but something just didn't feel right.

I wasn't at the place where I could comfortably think about sex with a woman in my mind. I have always thought women were attractive, but wanting to have sex with them is a whole different story. I do have sexual feelings for women, but I try to suppress them. I try not to think about it, I block those feelings out. I don't know why, maybe it's because it feels so wrong. It feels so dirty to think about women in a sexual way. It's hard for me to be honest with myself with this sort of thing.

I don't want to sound like I am gay, because I like men. Actually, even if I had sex with women, I would still prefer a hard dick. Men have to offer what I want, I need someone that has the qualities that a man does. Women are too soft and sexy, men are strong and powerful. I need the protection that I feel a man gives me. Also, I feel an animal like attraction to men. I feel like a wild beast when I see a naked man who is about to fuck me.

Women in my mind are more sensual and more driven by emotions. I noticed that when I had sex with a woman, she had sex with my mind. She did everything that she could to turn me on mentally.

Where as a man tries to turn me on physically. Men think that sexually we are aroused like they are, by seeing and feeling things. That is one reason why sex with a woman is good in my opinion, because they work your mind. Though, if I wanted that all the time, I would just masturbate more often. I can do those same things to myself.

“What's the hold up?” Debby said as she looked down at her pussy.

I wasn't sure what the hold up really was. I guess it was because I really wasn't sure about having sex with her. I should say that I was sure that I wanted to have sex, but I wasn't sure if I could do it. I looked at her crotch and I thought about it some more. She was wearing tight pants and I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. She had a slight camel toe in the crotch of her pants. Her pussy looked nice, at least what I could see of it did. Not to mention a nice pair of tits, they were great. I could tell that she was dressed for sex, because her tits were almost falling out of that white tank top.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Debby asked.

“I did it once,” I replied.

“Did you like it?” She asked.

“Yes I did,” I nervously replied.

“Do you find me attractive? Do you want to have sex with me? If not, I will leave you alone.” Debby said as she looked over at me.

I wanted to do it, I really did. I wanted to tell her to take off her pants and let me eat her pussy. But, I was still a little nervous, a little shy. I kept telling myself that I wanted to have sex with her, but I just had to get over this hump.

“I'll do it!” I blurted out.

“Are you sure?” Debby asked with a smile.

“Yes I am!” I said as I moved over next to her.

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