I have always been a selective girl when it comes to sleeping with a guy. All through high school and college, I had mostly dated Asian guys, being of Japanese ancestry. I’ve dated a few white guys but have never slept with them. My parents, 2nd generation Americans, were always strict with me, so my sexual experience was pretty limited before college, and even then it took a while for me to feel comfortable with my sexual side. Now that I’m 23, I feel that I have really hit my stride, sexually speaking. I can say that in large part to what happened to me last weekend.

It was last Saturday that my best friend Eloise called me – she wanted to go clubbing that night, and who was I to say no? I love to go dancing, and there’s always a chance to meet some cute guys. That afternoon, I went to the manicurist – I always get a weekly manicure and pedicure to show off my long slender fingers and the toe cleavage on my small feet. Today it would be a French manicure for my fingernails and silver polish for my toenails. Then I went home and got into the shower, making sure I was freshly shaven. I left only a tiny wisp of hair above my pussy. I toweled off and dried my hair – I have the typical Asian straight black hair, which I keep long, down to my shoulder blades. Today, I decided I’d put my hair up in a bun, which I secured with two hair sticks. Next I put on makeup. I have raised, thin eyebrows, with large brown eyes that are round compared to many Asian girls, so I used a little eyebrow pencil and some mascara to highlight my large, round brown eyes.

My lips are fairly full, so I applied some fire engine red lipstick. I put pearl drop earrings in my pierced ears and put on a double strand pearl choker around my neck. (It’s all costume jewelry, but who knows the difference, really.) In my lingerie drawer I picked out a pair of black lacy panties and a matching strapless bra – 32C, not bad for someone with my genes! I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wondered if anyone would see me like this tonight. It’s vain, I know, but sometimes when I’m at home getting dressed to go out I like to stand in front of the mirror and look at my body. For being only 5’1”, I think my best asset, though, are my legs and my butt. I’m especially proud of the little open space between my lean upper thighs right below my pussy. Any girl who has that little space right there is keeping her thighs in good condition, don’t you think?
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We immediately start making out; we are kissing, pulling at each other’s hair, touching and grabbing each other. I run my hands up under your shirt, my mouth against your mouth. You wrap your strong fingers around the back of my neck, grabbing my long, dark hair in your fist. You yank my hair to pull my head back, licking my warm, exposed skin and I start to moan. I kiss you again, sucking on your full lips, stopping to bury my nose against your neck, smelling your sweat. You tell me to take my shirt off and unbutton your jeans. I quickly get rid of my top and work my fingers inside your pants. Your fat cock is throbbing in my fist as I straddle you in my short skirt and black panties, my back to the driver.

He keeps driving, sneaking a few looks at us in the rearview mirror. I grind my damp panties against your cock, rocking my hips back and forth. You feel the wet spot of my silky g-string pressing against the head of your cock. You slip one of your huge fingers in me, getting it nice and wet inside my sticky cunt, and then stick it in my warm mouth. I suck my juices off your finger for a few seconds, deepthroating it, and that’s all you can take. You whisper in my ear, “Suck my cock.” I move off of you, sliding my head down. I hear you sigh as my expert mouth makes contact with your blood engorged cock. I give you deep, wet head, sucking your cock all the way down my throat. You pull my head up and we kiss again. You lean down to suck and bite my nipples and I arch my back, pushing my tits against your face. You slip your finger up my cunt again, finger fucking me. I’m so hot and so turned on, knowing that a stranger is just inches away, watching us preparing to fuck.
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As promised, I relate another true story of me sharing Ann with another man. As usual we had planned to go out that weekend for some strange fucking on Ann’s part and some good watching on mine.

We went back to a motel about 60 miles out of town where we had great success in the past but had not visited for a couple of months.

The last time we were there Ann had picked up a young man about twenty five who was well built, well hung and had exceptional staying power. We wondered if he would be there that weekend and the anticipation had us fucking like Meeks all week. But as we drove down we talked about that we would have fun no matter who she fucked, we always did.

As usual we checked into the motel and she went to the bar while I waited in the room. In a short time she returned with the same young man. I saw he was pretty drunk as he had been the last time and he could remember Ann but was not sure about me. He kept asking me if it was alright with me for him to fuck Ann. I reassured him it was as long as he didn’t mind me watching the action.

Ann was taking off her short skirt and top exposing her wonderful firm breast and stood there in just her brief panties. “Are you going to spend all night talking to Bill or are you going to fuck?” she asked. He lost interest in me and started removing his clothes as fast as he could.
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At age nineteen, I was dating an incredibly erotic woman named Kris. Kris and I had been dating for only a few months, but in that time I had found she had a tremendous appetite for sex….and she had the body to get whatever she wanted.

Kris stood at just under five feet tall. With long strawberry-blonde hair, thick eyelashes, huge green eyes, pouty lips and a mouthful of brilliantly white teeth — her facial features alone got me excited. But it was her body that entranced me every time we met. Kris had enormous tits with constantly erect dark brown nipples. A girl of her stature with huge melons that big just seemed unreal; however, every bit of her was natural. Although she was not chubby, Kris did have some slight love handles around the waist and her ass was perfect. The woman simply oozed eroticism.

Kris and I had been introduced to each other by my best friend (Mike) and his wife (Laura) during Laura’s high school graduation open house the year before. Kris is Laura’s cousin. Mike and Laura were high school sweethearts and had married only months after graduation.

Mike had recently enlisted in the Army and had orders to report to St. Louis to catch a flight to his basic training. We all live in northwest Indiana and, for reasons only the US Army can explain, Mike had to travel 300 miles to a St. Louis airport instead of flying out of a Chicago airport that was only 60 miles away from his home. Anyhow, Mike wasn’t comfortable in having Laura drive the return trip by herself and asked if I would accompany them on the trip. I had no problem with that as long as Kris could make the trip with us. They were okay with that.

The day came and we started on our journey from NW Indiana to Missouri….of course having to travel the entire state of Illinois to do so. I insisted on driving there in order to give Mike and Laura some personal time in the back seat of Laura’s Pontiac LeMans. Kris sat up front with me. It wasn’t twenty miles before Mike and Laura started going at one another. With some heavy petting and passionate moans, Laura was quickly in Mike’s lap servicing him with what sounded like a great blowjob.
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Reminiscing is a good thing. I do quite a bit of it. I especially like to reminisce about my college football days. It’s been 9 years since I graduated college and joined the working world. Although my dating life has been good, nothing has happened to me since that can compare to those days of football glory. I remember the parties, the perks, the fame, the women…what a wonderful experience. Pussy was so plentiful in those days. Young, gorgeous college girls with their tight bodies practically threw themselves at me and my teammates.

I was the starting tailback for my school. I was in much better shape in those days. I stood 6 ft 2 inches tall and carried 225 lbs of rock solid muscle. Being a large young black man, some found my presence to be a bit intimidating. I was the prototype Mandingo warrior, complete with an 11 inch thick black cock for stretching young white pussies. I was pretty proud of my dick. Still am. Not only is my cock thick and long, but it sports an assortment of thick veins, giving it a muscular and powerful look, and a doorknob-sized head. I’m also a heavy cummer. I have been known to spray women with such huge loads of love juice as to be able to fill a drinking glass to the brim.

My school had very wealthy alumni. Many of them were crotchety old white men who love football and were willing to pad the pockets of the players to show their “gratitude” for continuing the school’s winning tradition. I received a king’s ransom in cash and gifts in those days. Of course, this was all against NCAA rules, but so what. Most of the players, although receiving full scholarships, didn’t have enough spare change to afford to take their girlfriends to a movie. We believed we earned our perks, and kept it all under wraps.

During one of the many “socials” that we have with alumni, I met the college’s most wealthy benefactor, a Texas oil man named Mr. Clive Jones. Mr. Jones was 77 years old and looked to have one foot in the grave. He was a nice old man though. We talked a bit about football and my future plans before he slipped me an envelope full of cash. It was my freshman year at school, and I was totally taken aback by this gesture. He looked at me and smiled. At that moment, a beautiful young blonde came our way. She wrapped her arms around the old man and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
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I have been married for three years. My wife, Kathy, was from Denmark. She was 23, 5’8″, 120 lbs., blond hair and big sparkling green eyes. She also had a body that stopped men dead in their tracks. Kathy had beautiful firm 36C tits with long dark nipples and long shapely legs and a firm ass. She modeled part time for an internationally known sportswear company and was always being asked to do layouts for men’s magazines, which she always said no.

You would think this was a dream come true wife. Wrong, it had been three years of hell with a snobby, conceded stuck-up bitch. Before we were married Kathy was so sweet, concerning and sexy as hell. When we were dating I received many blowjobs while driving down the road, fucked in phone booths, hand jobs under the tables of restaurants and teased to death by her sexy dressing. Kathy, at one time, loved to fuck anytime or anyplace and she was so very good at it too.

After we were married Kathy became frigid and stopped being fun. She began dressing like a conservative feminist lawyer. She refused to go to our friend’s parties or have any of our friends to our house. No movies, very little sex, no vacations or fun.

The evening I was planing to tell Kathy I wanted a separation, she told me she had been offered 15,000 dollars to do a photo shoot for a lingerie company. She asked me what I thought. I was surprised that she was even asking my opinion. I was more surprised that she was even considering doing the job as it was a semi-nude job. Kathy had never accepted a topless or nude job. I said if she wanted to do the job to go ahead. I did not believe she would do it.
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She was an uncommon beauty. One of those rare individuals that seem to have it all. Her name was Tiara, a senior in my British Literature class. She had recently moved to the States from her family home in Brazil. And I for one was glad. She moved down the hall of our high school like a dream, turning the heads of all the underclassmen and most to the male faculty. She wore the most proactive outfits, the shortest of skirts that revealed her milk chocolate thighs and tight half shirts that showed off her flat stomach and a very sexy bellybutton ring.

Despite all of her physical advantages, she still was struggling with my course and the English language in general and she was a regular visitor to my desk with questions about this author or that meaning of a word or phrase. I looked forward to these visits. I understood the danger of my infatuation but I could not help it, nor could I control it. I was under her spell. Her sensuousness was consuming me.

I found myself singling her out when I roamed about the room offering advice on some writing project or the other. Kneeling at her desk pointing out trivial mistakes. It was all a ruse to be near her. Her perfumed hair intoxicated me. It fell in washboard-curled waves over her shoulders, caressing her skin as it went. It aroused sexual feelings in me that my wife had not awakened in years. I found myself getting an erection as I knelt next to her. I had no control. None. I was lost. I had to have her. The job be damned.
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I have been married for almost 2 years now. But I have been unfaithful. I have only been with one other man but many many times. The worst part about it is my affair started on the night before my wedding. I am writing this because I am afraid to tell anyone but I can’t keep it inside of me. My marriage is a good one for the most part. My husband is fairly attractive, a little over weight and out of shape. He is very wealthy, very sweet and understanding. I myself am not so bad either. I was a lingerie model on my way to success before I got involved with my husband. He let me stop working when we decided to get married.

If I hadn’t left the agency I would have been the top model for a line of under wear designed for voluptuous yet slender Asian women just like me. I tried my luck with Victoria’s Secret but I was too short. I am 23 years old 5’2″, 87 lbs, my measurements are 35-21-35 and I don’t know a woman with silkier sexier legs than mine. I could never let my husband know. He would probably forgive me and would try to give what I get out of my affair with Tyrone. But if I had to choose between them, Tyrone would be my pick without any hesitation. I love Michael very much and I thought I would be with Tyrone one time and never see him again. But Tyrone gave me something Michael never could – a very very thick dick and hours of screaming orgasms. My first time with Tyrone, and what I planned on being the only time, I became hopelessly addicted to his huge cock.
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I’ll cut to the chase and skip the “Oh, I really love my wife….” crap. The truth be told, I’m a horny guy who it turned out married someone as horny if not hornier (hard to believe). And so the story unfolds…

Something just wasn’t adding up. So I followed my busty blonde blue eyed wife one day from work. And what I saw not only rocked me, but almost made me cum in my pants.

It was rush hour in NYC. As I followed her down the stairs of the subway station, I realized she was heading in the opposite direction from home. Hmm?

She darted into a crowded subway car, I barely managed to get in myself. Even though I was just five people away from her, she couldn’t see me. Everything seemed normal enough at the time, with the exception of her detour. I watched her from afar and appreciated her beauty from a different prospective; almost as if she was a stranger.
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“Oh, c’mon! You can study tomorrow. Saturday nights are for parties. You, of all people, should know that!” That would be my friend, Molly. She’s one of those people who won’t take no for an answer, and this time, she wanted me to come to a party with her. If only I had known what I was getting myself into by letting her talk me into going out.

“Alright, I’ll go. Just give me an hour to finish typing this paper and change clothes, and I’ll go.” This is the point where I should probably give you some background information on myself. I’m nineteen years old and attending a small, private college in the Midwest. I’m one of those tall, thin girls with not much in the boob department, but I’ve been told that my ass makes up for it. Guys are constantly smacking it or telling me how good it looks. I do have a boyfriend, and did at the time of this story. (As a side note, he does know *most* of what happened that Saturday night.) Now, on with the story.

Being the kind of person who puts fun before work, I naturally decided to put my paper off until the next day. I spent the hour straightening my hair and squeezing into my tightest pair of pants. Figuring the party would be hot, I put on a tank top and was ready to go.
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