The Breakup

This is basically a story about what a conniving bitch I can be, but try not to hold it against me.
I had a very steady and what I thought was committed relationship for two years. It had reached the point where I was spending a few nights a week overnight at his place. We had a mutual understanding that we didn’t want to get married or live together just yet. We celebrated our two-year anniversary in the spring of 1990. Not long afterwards, things seemed to go downhill. Having never ‘dumped’ a man in my dating career, I knew the signs. The dumpees get to know them, especially the females.
It was though our shared life was starting to become more separate.
Richard and I had a fabulous sex life and it was starting to go cold too. I tried to ignore it and think about the love on a higher level, beyond the physical. Nevertheless, I missed the intimacy, the sharing. I wasn’t spending as much time at his place anymore.
I stayed quiet, threw myself into my work, and let time pass by. I figured I would eventually get an explanation, and hoped it wasn’t as bad as I feared.

A few months after our anniversary I was cleaning up around Richard’s place on one of my days off from work. I enjoyed doing it since I was there, even if it was only a day or two a week now. While straightening up the magazine rack, I came across notes. The notes were from another woman, they were more than romantic, they were downright sexy! It was strange but it all turned me on, especially after I had come to terms with the fact that I was going to drop Richard like the proverbial hot potato he was. At the same time I was hurting, so the wheels in the mind of a bitch started to turn.

I hid my feelings from Richard and things were going along as always. Our times together had lessened so that made it easier. I had found out from the notes when their next planned meeting was and I planned to be there. I was sure to be at Richard’s the night before his date. We had a nice dinner, watched a couple of movies and went to bed. Needless to say, he didn’t make love to me, but this time I wanted it that way. He left for work early the next morning and I took my time getting ready. I decided to wear one of my typical navy work suits, but I wore my favorite lace bra and no panties under my crotchless pantyhose.
I left, but I wasn’t going to work. I went to a diner down the road, had breakfast, and read the newspaper. I can’t tell you how I was on edge on the inside and so calm and cool on the outside. After about an hour or so I returned to Richard’s place, he car was now back in the driveway.

I let myself in, quietly, through the back door. I walked through the kitchen and into the living in my stocking feet, having left my shoes at the doorstep. The living room was scattered with clothing and I could hear movement upstairs in the master bedroom. A twinge of pleasure shot to my pussy, while at the same time pain went to my brain. The animal in me won out and I snuck upstairs.
I hid in the alcove outside the room in the hallway where we had planned to put a bookcase. I could see the two of them partially through the door and partially in a mirror on the wall. The site of Richard’s thick cock already partially hard for the strange woman in our bed sent a sensation of electric pleasure to my pussy. She was giggling and taking off her bra and panties. He was very different with her, much more demanding. He was in total control and that added to the entire erotic scene.

He stood and the foot of the bed and told the woman to face him on all fours. She did it quickly, obviously used to his technique. He started to smack her face with his hardening cock. I thought, “He’d never done that to me, it looks very sexy”. My hand moved under my skirt and I rubbed my pussy as I kept watching.
It had been weeks since he had given that fine cock to me and I wanted it too.
He kept up the face spanking and told her to lick his balls. She tried but couldn’t because of his movements, he become inpatient with her and chastised her. He stopped and pulled up on his cock, resting his balls in her mouth. She lapped at them hungrily and I could feel my nipples hardening against my cotton blouse. I pulled my blouse from the waist of my skirt in an attempt to cool off. It was no help; I knew the only thing that would help was that handsome cock I was witnessing now.

As she licked his balls he said to her, “Now you know what Daddy wants”. She said she was ready to give him what he wanted and he got onto the bed. This time it was his turn to be on all fours. She got behind him, massaged his ass cheeks, and then pulled them apart, showing off his puckered asshole. She dutifully leaned in and began to tongue his asshole. Richard moaned out and I was shocked, he had never even hinted he was interested in any type of assplay.
She continued eating at his ass, pushing her tongue into him and fucking his tight hole with her tongue. She obviously knew exactly what to do, as she deftly moved her hand to his hard dick and began to stroke it. Again another moan from Richard as he grunted, “That’s it little girl, stroke Daddy just like he likes”

The whole site was becoming surreal, I had no idea, what had happened that he didn’t share this me? I was always willing to try new things in bed.
As a finger slipped into my dampening pussy, I wondered how long I would be able to hold back and not go into the room.
“Now give that tongue to my cock little girl”, he barked at her.
I thought of the taste of Richard’s cock, it was the best I had ever tasted; he made sucking cock easy. I could lick, suck, and nibble on it all night.
This woman didn’t seem to want to take him inside her mouth. I felt that it was odd considering she had just rimmed him. She seemed to be fumbling, and obviously wasn’t comfortable with the whole idea, especially since Richard was becoming more inpatient and more demanding.
I couldn’t stand it; it was painful to watch her ineptitude. I marched into the bedroom. She saw me first, and gasped, in fact she almost screamed. Then Richard turned around and saw me.
The look on his face was priceless, and I saw his cock twitch, was it my imagination that it was stiffening even more?

“My god bitch, it’s bad enough you’re screwing around with my guy, but you can't even blow him right!”, I yelled at her.
Turning to Richard I just said, “Maybe you deserve a useless whore”
I moved in and sucked half his cock into my mouth at once, no teasing; I wanted to remind him what my mouth was like. He moaned out as good old “what’s her name” sat at the foot of the bed and watched, hopefully learning. I drooled on his cock as I massaged his balls and sucked him into my mouth. My pure lustful instincts took over. A hot cock was filling up my mouth and that was good enough for me at the moment.
After tasting him again with my tongue he began to push deeper into my mouth and began to fuck my face. I took him all down; sucking hard, in fact the sides of my mouth hit his shaft. His moans were turning into grunts, it goes without saying, he was enjoying himself. We won’t even get into the fact that two women were in his bed.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I knew what that meant. He wanted pussy; my mouth wasn’t going to be enough anymore. We didn’t even speak to one another. He rolled me onto my stomach and I got on my hands and knees. He moved behind me, ignoring his other woman, and threw my skirt up and onto my back. His hand moved to my wet pussy and he played with it in that special way that turned me on even more. The way he spread my lips and encircled my clit got me moaning. He heightened the sensation by exchanging his hand for his cockhead. It was hot, smooth, and stiff as it ran up and down my slit that was gaping from his fingering and it was begging for a good cock stuffing.
“Go ahead Richard, fuck it”, I moaned to him.
“Show your whore how it’s really done”, I said as turned around at look her right in the eye.
He mounted me from behind, grabbing onto my hips as he buried his cock into my steaming snatch. I just wanted to fuck the hell out of him; I moaned out and pushed back against his cock until I felt his balls slap against my pouting pussy lips.
He didn’t move at first, but I wasn’t going to beg this time. I just squeezed to walls of my tight cunt against his shaft. He picked up his pace and I could tell that he was thinking the same I was, let’s just fuck the hell out of each other.
He grabbed my hair and drove his cock deeper inside, grunting as he easily slid in and out of my soaking pussy.
The grunts were mixed with my moans and we were getting close. I turned to look behind, glared and the bitch at the foot of his bed and cupped his balls in my hands. He let go and exploded inside me just as I reached my peak and waves of orgasm rolled over me.

I pulled away from him, for the last time.
My good-bye consisted of only saying to woman in shock on the bed, “He’s all yours now”.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom and took my toothbrush.
I adjusted my clothing, walked out the door, and went on with my life.

Let’s Enjoy the Buffet

It was one of those nights when just one man wouldn’t do and I thought if Mr. W (I’ve spoken of him before) and CJ could step up to the plate that we’d all enjoy each other.
I made the plans to have the guys in the bedroom and ready for me at the end of one of my hard days.
I walked through the door and sighed, thinking that neither of the men had showed up. I walked to the bedroom planning on a shower and was pleasantly surprised. My guys were there, in all there glory, each in his birthday suit and a grin. I told them that I needed a shower and moved to the master bathroom.
I had a brief but enjoyable hot shower then joined the boys in the bedroom, and like them, wearing nothing but a grin.

CJ wanted to get off by watching and making a video, so he was comfortably seated on a chair at the foot of the bed with the camera.
Mr. W was obviously anxious pointed downward and said, “On the floor”.
I knelt before him as I’ve done several times before, looked up at him as he said,
“Lick the head”
I flicked my tongue across his throbbing head, lapping at his cockhead as a teaser while CJ watched through the display of a digital recorder. All I did was love his knob, nibbling at the underside. Mr. W leaned down and tugged at my nipples, just making my pussy ache more.
He lifted me up off the floor and escorted me to the bed. Then he leaned in, took a long suck on my hard nipples, and nibbled across my tits. He pulled and stretched at my nipples with his sucks and bites, and I loved it. My chest heaved with my moans. I watched as Mr. W. got all nasty on my tits and he looked so damn good doing it.
“You’re tits make me want to cum”, he whispered in my ear. I smiled and giggled then he said, “First I’m going to work on your ass a bit”
I turned and around and presented my ass to him, knowing he wanted it as his own plaything. Being the gentleman he was in bed, he even thanked me.
A warm wet feeling then ran the length of my crevasse, my pussy tightened and tingled with the sensation of Mr. W’s tongue on me.
I spread my knees apart wider and I reached back to spread my ass cheeks apart for him.
“Such a pretty hole”, he tells me.
His tongue began to explore my rosebud asshole ever so slightly. I felt goose bumps over my ass cheeks. The more he played, the more relaxed I became and his tongue tip ventured farther.
“That’s good, more tongue babe”, I softly moan.
With my request, he goes deeper, and then removes it. My clit was aching and my pussy was dripping already. I felt as though my juices would run down my thighs soon. Mr. W. went back to his ass play, rubbing my cheeks as he licked at my cherry bud. It didn’t take too long until he moaned that he wanted to suck my pussy and I needed him to eat me. He licked and nibbled at my pussy lips.
It was about at this time that CJ chimed in that he wanted to get a good look at the meal.

I straddled Mr. W’s face and faced CJ, his cock was rock hard and he stroked it as I lowered my swollen hot pussy onto the tongue of another man. I reached down and spread my lips as I did it, exposing my swollen clit.
I leaned forward to get another taste of his hard cock as I rubbed my snatch over Mr. W’s face. He holds back, teasing me, just to make me squirm on his face to paint it with my pussy juice. I teased him too, sucking just on his knob as I looked into CJ’s eyes, or at least the camera’s eye, and watched him slowly jerk his cock. Seeing CJ turned me on even more and I rocked on Mr. W’s face, needing more. I was soaking, dripping onto his tongue as he nibbled and licked at my love nib. He was driving me wild and I stopped sucking his cockhead long enough to lift my head up and beg to be eaten with wild abandon. After that I felt a beautiful pain, as he nibbled harder on my clit, then sucked at my slippery slit. I moaned out,
“More, please, more”. This time my pleas included those of CJ’s as he let him know what to do “Just eat my whore”.

The feast continues next time…

For The Love Of Tits

I had gone away a few days ago to visit my mother and while I was there got a run of the mill stomach flu. I stayed until I felt better, even at my age it still feels good to get some motherly love when you’re sick.
Once my strength was regained, I knew I needed to get home because my libido was growing and I need some of that special kind of relief.

When I got home and walked through that familiar door I felt so at ease that I could feel my muscles relax and I started about my usual daily routine.
The blinking red light on the phone was the first thing that caught my eye. I made some fresh coffee and settled in to listen to my voicemails.
The second one was the one that put a smile on my face.
It was the deep sexy voice of Michael, my lover, letting me know that he would still be around when I needed him.
Michael is a brilliant lover and knows me well. We have a special friendship.
He asked for a return call when I got home. I’ve never denied him anything, so why start now?
I dialed the phone and my heartbeat quickened when he answered. I told him I had gotten his message and asked him over for some of the fresh coffee I had just made. He thought that sounded good and said he’d see me in twenty minutes.
I took a quick shower and put on my favorite long silk robe.
I went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of Beaujolais because to me that is happy, celebratory wine.
I was pulling the glasses from the cabinet when I heard the knock at the door.
I excitedly opened the door and there he was wearing that sexy smile that warms my heart, and other places whenever I see it.
I practically pulled him inside and we embraced then kissed deeply.
We talked and moved to the kitchen to get our wine. Soon we were on the couching laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
Then he leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “You haven’t forgotten me have you Debbie?”
Of course not I assured him, I remember everything about you and what you do to me.
“You know what I remember Debbie?, your slippery hole”, he whispered back to me.
A small gasp escaped from me when he said that and I snuggled up closer to him. Everything about what he does to me was burned into my brain via my pussy.
He continued to tease me and he obviously had a plan. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I sat at the edge of the foot of the bed as Michael stood in front of me.
“Debbie I’ve been wanting to tell you what I’ve been thinking about while you’ve been gone”, he told me.
I looked up at him and with my look told him to go on.
He told me how my tits turned him on, how much he liked them. The thought of them draped over his face, moving from nipple to nipple made him want me more. The ability to play with my smooth, shaved snatch while he sucked at my nipples made him think of making me squirm.

“Now Debbie, it’s your turn, tell me how you feel right now, after I told you those things”
At that moment I wanted to spread my legs and at least put my hand on my pussy. I didn’t hold back and I told Michael this. Since I didn’t want to do that I just kept squeezing my pussy lips together, feeling their wetness. I told Michael what I was doing and he wanted me to spread my legs and show him my waiting pussy.
I went ahead and spread them and told Michael how my clit was warm and throbbing just thinking of his returning to me.
Michael told me that first he needed to nibble and bite my tits, that he could see my firm nipples pushing through the satin robe. As I said earlier, Michael knows me and he knew that those nipples ached for him.
He untied the belt to my robe as I leaned forward and undid his belt and zipper. His pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them as he took off his shirt. Michael always looked so yummy to me when he was naked.

I told him that I had something special for him.
“In the toy drawer next to the bed Michael is a small jar, get it out.”
Michael took out the jar, it was nipple gel. I could see his cock harden as he came closer to my breasts. I explained to him that if he rubbed the gel on my nipples it would feel cold to me and taste like mint to him. He dipped a finger in and painted my hard nipples with it, then finished off each dab with a twist. The feeling was hot and cold at the same time, I loved it, and it made me ache all over.
Michael continued, not letting up for a minute, listening to my moans, knowing that he was making my snatch steam.
“Fuck Deb that’s the way I like those tits, you’re nipple are so hard”, Michael said as he lowered his face onto my tits and gave me teasing licks across the nipples, tasting the mint.
I always enjoy watching Michael suckle my tits and he began to love them, kissing, licking and gently biting all over. At the same time I could feel his cock hardening. I didn’t forget at all how handsome his hard bouncing cock was and I let him know. When it came to my tits he was always intense.

“I want to fuck your tits upside down Deb”, he said as he began to position himself.
He kneeled over my face and positioned his cock in the deep crevasse of my cleavage. He told me of the heat he can feel around his stiffness.
As he slowly moves between my tits he pleads, “Lick my ass honey”
I start my licks at the base of his musky tight balls then move to his asshole.
Michael moans out telling me to take it easy because even though his ass begs for my tongue he doesn’t want to pop his load too soon.
I flick my tongue around his sensitive asshole, rimming it just right to drive him wild.
Soon Michael was moaning, “ooh god!”

The sweet musk of his balls was calling to my pussy and making it wet. Michael could always tell what I wanted, let alone what I needed. He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around my clit. Now it was my turn to moan. I began to gently buck against his face, making it wet.
My moans echo against his asshole and I push my face against him, rocking on him.
The more I licked and tickled at Mike’s ass, it seemed the hotter his cock felt on my soft tits, he was rock hard and leaking on them.
I need more of his face and tongue and spread my legs wide like a slut for him.
As I do that he lifts his face off me, calls me his cock pig, and commands me to suck his balls. I slurp at his hot balls then suck them into my warm hungry mouth. As he moans out he dived into my hot wet cunt and tongue fucked it hard. I naturally buck against it fucking his expert tongue.

Michael moved back and upwards as he temporarily. “I want to cum in your mouth my cum pig”, Michael told me.
Then he lowered his hard cock into my open mouth and I began to eat him up, first tasting his salty precum, then his hard hot flesh. I suck at him wanting to empty those balls I tasted earlier down my throat. As I began to suck with my special diligence, his face was back on my pussy, my swollen puffy outer lips parting easily for him to get the hot hole needing his tongue.
Soon we were fucking each other’s mouths, moaning stifled by mouths full of our favorite treats.
I moved my hand up to Mike’s ass and pushed a finger into his still wet asshole.
I could feel his moans through my pussy then that twitch that told me a split second later I was getting a mouthful of his hot goo. Michael truly exploded this time, squirting, and then squirting again. I swallowed his cum down hard, almost taking his cock with it!
What a fucking a turn on! He sucked at my clit as he came and I moaned out as I came on his face.

He rolled off of me, we sighed and smiled at the lovely mess we made.
“I didn’t forget a thing Mike”, I purred at him.
“And I can never forget you my dear”, he answered.
I asked him to spend the night so we could see what the morning might bring.
He agreed, we got under the covers, and we soon feel into a happy sleep.
I can’t wait for breakfast!