Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Perhaps it’s the opportunity to be someone else for a night without consequences, or just the fact that I like ornate dresses from other time periods and never have another chance to wear them.Most women will take the chance to dress like a complete whore because they know that under the guise of Halloween it is acceptable. I am no exception.

As most of you know from reading my blog it’s not uncommon of me to do this on any other night either, but on Halloween I’m not just a slut, I’m a slut pirate, or princess, or whatever I’m in the mood for.This Halloween I had been determined to do something fun. For the last 8 years I had done nothing.

The man I had been living with wasn’t into Halloween and though I begged, he’d never take me anywhere. Why I didn’t just go on my own I couldn’t say, but now I had the chance and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.I spent two months hounding my brother to take me to the gay bars with him but he claims he doesn’t go to bars anymore now that he’s spoken for so I had to find my own party.

Alas, with only a week to go I had found nothing and was rather distraught.I did have a lovely pirate dress and a desire to turn some heads and drive a few men crazy, but I hadn’t found anywhere to go.Then I get a text from my mother inviting me to help out at the haunted house they go to every year. Well, I suppose if nothing else I could always do that.So Halloween morning I awoke and immediately donned my costume. A short pirate dress in faux leather, faux red velvet, and cream lace. My black fence-net stockings, knee high spiked leather boots, and black rhinestone studded dog collar transforming the bit of lace from a delicate wench to the naughtiest pirate seductress.

The bodice was low and showed my cleavage nicely, not that it is easily hidden at a 38F. I decided to forgo panties for even though I expected little attention as I was to be put to work, I wanted to feel sexy anyway and the cool breeze up my skirt was a lovely reminder of who I really was. The pirate slut who really longed to come out and was only being kept at bay by the realization I was to spend the entire night with my parents.

When I arrived at my parents house my stepfather was sure to comment on how his friends wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off me in that costume. I merely laughed. I had always donned the pretense of ice queenliness with my parents. It amused me that they had no idea who I really was.I’m sure my stepfather thought me quite the tease, but I had no idea if he realized how often I tended to follow through. Either way I’m sure he didn’t care as long as he got a good view of my tits in the process. It didn’t matter to me much.

He was my mother’s third husband and so little like a father that it was barely creepy.When we arrived at the haunted house I have to say I was rather impressed by what could be done to ones own house. The man who ran the place, a friend of my stepfather’s, had gone all out to create a huge haunted house. There were animatronic corpses, open graves with dead bodies popping up, a remote controlled monster that crawled around frightening children.

There was a path one had to follow to get candy. It was my job to point them through the haunted garage which had been formed into a horseshoe with a large electric chair in the middle, then out again into the front yard where they walked through the cemetery, past the front porch where my mother awaited with the candy, and out past my father’s friend John, a horrible perv who had drooled over me since I was 14.

He was drunk before we even got there and he kept trying to get me to talk to him. If I didn’t know he’d tell my stepfather every bit of it I’d love to suck him off just to freak him out, but I ignored him most of the night and heard he went home early because he couldn’t stand up any longer.

I enjoyed myself immensely, directing traffic, complimenting little children on their costumes, pretending to be afraid of the clowns and princesses. I’d stand there running my finger over the blade of my cutlass and stare ominously, attempt to trick or treat the men out of their beers, ask where the rum was, and make the teenage girls giggle when I shouted “surrender the booty!”I was amused to consider that most of them had no clue that I was checking out their short skirts and thigh high stockings just the same as the old perverted men. If I could have gotten my head between their legs I’d leave them shaking far more than the electric chair which vibrated their bottoms and made them squeal.

I watched my stepfather standing only a few feet away in the middle of the driveway. His costume was that of a skull headed monster. He was thoroughly covered from head to toe, the mask was heavy and thick and lit up in different colors. His intention was to look as much like a statue as possible and it worked. Everyone questioned as to whether or not he was real.They would walk past him hesitantly and most of them he would let go, then he would spot some older woman or unsuspecting man and touch their shoulder or put out his hand suddenly and ask for a high five. Of course they’d scream in shock, laugh, and high five him. Some of the little kids were still too afraid but he was persistent and nice and eventually he won them over. Whenever a child was too afraid to go through the haunted house he would walk through with them to ward off the evil monsters as he was apparently a good scary guy.There were cop cars up and down the road directing traffic as well over 3,000 people came to see the haunted house.

A large man in a uniform and glowing yellow vest found his way over to me many times and commented on my costume, then vanished.

A tall skinny boy, no more than 17, was walking the crowd in a black outfit and thick black cloak with multiple swords at his side. I immediately took a liking to him, and not just because he offered me his cloak when I got cold.As the night wore down and the crowd thinned I went down by the street and took a break. There I found my sweet little teenager and the large wannabe police officer. He had the car but I have no idea what his title was, he said he was part time emergency something. I find I didn’t really care, I was more interested in talking to the young man.It’s not common for me to like younger men but he was telling me how his costume had come from a video game and when I was able to correctly identify the game he was hooked. We were very much enjoying each others company but I was unable to shake the psudo cop.

When my young friend went off to change out of his heavy costume I found psudo-cop, who’s name was Ben, trying to find any reason he could to squeeze close to me.

He pulled a tootsie roll out of his pocked and offered it to me, “Tootsie roll, Tootsie?”

I politely giggled though the joke was stupid. He quickly became bolder. He asked my name, where I worked, etc. Asked who I was there with, obviously hoping it wasn’t a man. I informed him I was there with my parents, in fact that was my father standing not ten feet away playing with the children.

”How old are you?” his questions were direct and obvious, I knew exactly where this was going. Suddenly I wondered why I was being so icey. Was it just because of the young teenager? I admit, he impressed me and appealed to me on a level far deeper than sex but I knew i wasn’t going to get anywhere with him. Not only was he jailbait, but the son of a friend of my father’s and it would be too hard to conceal.This man didn’t know my family. What’s more, he was being so bold as to lead me to believe he didn’t get laid often and was simply going to put it all out there and see what happened.

Suddenly my predatory nature kicked in, the wetness between my thighs that had been brought on by the squealing teenagers was apparent in the cool night air. This man had no idea what he was getting himself into.”Twenty-five”. I told him, honest in spite of the rumors I looked more like 19.

”Thirty-one, and look, no rings!” he showed me his hands as if that was really a concern of mine. I simply smiled.He began talking about his job and I feigned interest. I watched my stepfather with the children, my mother was still passing out candy, my little video game warrior had gone off in search of his command and conquor assault rifle he wanted to show me.

I looked up and down at this large clumsy worded fool and I imagined the look on his face when I sucked his cock down my throat and I knew I had to do it.

”I’m getting kinda cold,” I interrupted, not even hearing a word of what he was saying. Pouncing on the opportunity of a lifetime he informed me his car was only ten feet away, not more than twenty feet from the driveway but with all the fog and the position of the car I felt it would be safe enough.

”Could we sit in it a few minutes, please?” I put my arms around myself and shivered, jiggling my breasts and he looked at me kinda shocked for a moment. All night he’d been throwing out obvious attempts to get me in his car. He’d even offered me candy like a perv tempting a child. Now all he could manage was a muttered,”Yeah, sure,” as he lead me down to the curb and to his car.

He opened the back seat and I slid in, he followed quickly. Now that he was getting what he’d wanted all night he seemed to be unsure what to do. He started talking again, random drivel I had no interest in when I crawled up on the seat, squeezed his crotch in one hand and asked,”So when do I get that tootsie roll?”

“Holy shit,” he stared at me and I had to bite my tongue not to laugh. That was always the way, so forward and brave until they got what they wanted. Looked like I was going to have to take charge and I had no problem with that.

I crawled up on the seat and on top of him, he positioned himself with his back against the door. I kept my hand on his crotch working him into a nice hard bulge.

”You gonna let me suck your cock or are you all talk?” Quickly he fumbled with the button of his slacks and pushed them unceremoniously down. My chilled little hand made contact with hot flesh and I heard him gasp. I was still at eye level with him and smiled. “Too cold?” I asked, he muttered a no. I glanced out the window and could just make out my stepfather in the driveway through the fog.Slowly I inched my way down to his cock. It was short and fat, maybe four inches, his balls were large and heavy though and the heat of it in my cold fingers sent electric shocks through me.

I leaned down and licked him slowly from balls to tip, relishing the slight musky male scent. I licked him on all sides, leaving him slightly wet, then wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, holding his balls in my other hand I slowly lowered myself over his cock, my mouth still open but my tongue swirling him as I went down. Exhaling warm breath around his cock.When I reached his base I clamped my lips  around him and still swirling my tongue as best I could I held him there a moment sucking lightly, my fingers clamped around him beneath my lips. As I slowly worked myself back up I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him.As I came off his cock I looked up at him and he was watching me. I smiled in the dark.”I wanna see your tits,” he whispered. I pretended to be uncomfortable and looked back towards the house. We were only twenty feet away at most, lots of fog though. The idea of being seen was always a turn on for me.”You worried Daddy might see?” suddenly he didn’t seem so shy anymore and I knew he was turned on at the idea. I had forgotten I’d introduced the man as my father, not my mom’s third husband. It took on a different meaning for him and I decided to play along.I directed his hand to my chest and felt it dip inside my bodice, under the strapless bra. His hands were cold and I could feel the heat of my breasts by contrast as he slid his hand along under the cup and a thumb over the nipple. I looked back and forth between my stepfather and this man.I leaned close to him, still stroking his cock with my left hand and whispered, “You like having me suck your cock with my daddy right there, don’t you? You wanna fuck his little girl right under his nose,” I took control of his other hand and directed it under my skirt where it came in contact with my hot cunt, completely bare and shaved slick and smooth. His cold fingers darted into my snatch with no warning and I gasped but quickly turned it into a groan as I wiggled on his fingers, wishing I had more but I had no condoms and wasn’t about to risk it.Freeing my hand from his cock I sat up, his fingers still deep in my cunt, and pulled down the top of my dress. My large tits hung mere inches from his face and quickly his fingers were removed from my cunt and smearing my own juices over my tits.

His cock was pressing against my cunt insistently but I wasn’t going to let him fuck me.  I moved my hips up and down getting it wet with my cunt juices while he played with my tits.All the while I realized that I was well above the window level and could possibly be seen. If not by my stepfather than by many other patrons of the haunted house if they came this way, but I didn’t see anyone very close so I didn’t think I had. Either way the idea of being watched spurred me on.Realizing he was getting dangerously close to pushing inside me I slipped back down and sucked his cock into my mouth. He attempted to reach as far as he could to play with my tits while I sucked. I took him in all the way, held him there, and pulled back up. I held up his cock and sucked each of his balls into my mouth in turn while I stroked him, then sucked him down my throat once more all the while he fondled my tits as he watched.

”You think your daddy is watching?” he asked. “Does he know what a little whore he has for a daughter?”

I didn’t answer but rather wrapped my hand around his cock and twisting, dipped my tongue down into my fist and frantically licked the tip of his cock while I played with his balls.

”Jesus, where did you learn to do that?”

Instead of answering I sucked him down my throat once more then lifted up leaving as much saliva on his cock as I could. I took each of my hanging tits in hand and wrapped them around his cock, then bouncing up and down I proceeded to fuck him with my tits.

”Oh god, that feel so good.” With each thrust I attempted to lick the head of his cock between my tits but he was too well covered to manage it. I watched his face as I fucked him with my tits and I knew it wouldn’t last much longer.

”You gonna shoot that hot load all over my tits?” I asked him, my words punctuated by my heavy breathing as I bobbed up and down, my tits in hand.

He groaned a yes and I got a bit more daring. “I love having your big hard cock between my tits. I want your cum all over them. I want to lick it off. Come on, fuck my tits, give me your cum!

”With a groan he grabbed my tits in both hands, halting my progress, but with his cock still wedged between them his cum shot out soaking my cleavage, a small bit hit me in the chin, the rest drizzled down my cleavage and onto my tits, and back down onto his cock. We held that position a moment, his hands on my tits, me waiting ever so patiently for him to come down. My tits covered in cum. When he spoke again it was a plethora of swear words. I laughed and settled my tits back into my bra, and pulled the bodice of the dress back over the cum, leaving it where it was.

”You need a towel or something?” he asked.

”No, I think I’ll leave it there. Something to remember you by.”

We made sure no one was looking as we got out of the car. He checked me over to make sure I didn’t look too recently taken advantage of and it was decided it wasn’t noticeable. We went back to stand at the end of the driveway and I found my little video game nut waiting with his assault rifle which I assured him was amazing. We chatted a while longer until my parents came by and said they were tired and wanted to go home. I trotted off without so much as a look back at him, just a simple “Later, fellas, nice to meet you.”

Back in the car they asked if I’d enjoyed myself and I said I had, “Couldn’t get that damn wannabe cop away from me though. He kept trying to talk me into getting into his car with him.””You mean Ben?” my mother asked incredulously, “And he’s MARRIED! You hear that, Frank? Ben, kept trying to get her to go back to his car with him. Dirty old man!”I smiled to myself in the back seat and hoped they couldn’t smell the cum on my tits.

“It’s not like you squirt,”

Hmmm, that was something to ponder.

I had been talking to my sweetheart, telling him how interesting I found it that all of the men I had been sleeping with recently had commented on my wetness.

“Wow, you’re so wet!” was the most common one, but I usually don’t think any more of this than I assume a guy would “you’re so hard!” One of those things you say during sex, while usually true, is said with the intention of causing whichever symptom to increase from ego.

But, the last time it was said I laughed and immediately the man followed it with, “No, I’m serious, you’re unbelievably wet. I’ve never seen a woman get this wet.”

I had no idea how to take this. Being in the midst of passion I forced his head back between my legs. If I’d had any sense I’d have demanded he lick up the mess he’d created, but being less quick with speaking my desires than I am at typing them I simply directed his tongue back to my dripping cunt and he took the hint.

His words, however, stuck with me. Was I Really that extremely wet? I thought back to the man I’d fucked at work. He, too, had commented on how “very” wet I was. This one seemed to mean a bit more as he usually was not particularly vocal. He’d seemed quite shocked.

The first man I ever took home from a bar had also commented, but I was quite drunk that night and don’t recall the exact words.

I tried to recall if my boyfriend had said anything on these lines, but the only thing that stuck in my mind was having my legs spread before him with his camera focused on my cunt.

A comment of simply how “free” I was with my body. I still think this is my favorite of all compliments, whether it was meant as one or not.

However, there was nothing about my tendency for over lubricating and as I mentioned these comments from other men his words were simply, “it’s not like you squirt or anything.”

True. At least, that was the first thought that crossed my mind, but then again, was it?

Instantly my mind went back to what I had at the time believed to be my first real orgasm.

I had been masturbating for years, since I was ten I’d say. It wasn’t until I was at least 14 that I’d had my actual first orgasm. It was a tingly rush of pleasure, a climax finally attained after so many years of rubbing my pussy. At the time I didn’t even know what a clitoris was, and was too scared to really explore anything. I simply rubbed the outer lips, over the hair they were covered with at the time.

Masturbation became quite the obsession and eventually I found myself rubbing myself through my jeans when my parents were in the kitchen making dinner, trying to make myself cum before either of them entered the room.

Once I thought my mom might have caught me but she went back into the kitchen and I never heard a word of it.

When the internet came around I soon found myself on websites reading sex stories. Still being a virgin at 18 it was the masturbation stores that excited me. I had no boyfriends and was terrorfied to talk to other people without a keyboard and monitor between us, so my fantasies of other people were few and far between. I was only interested in what my fingers could do to me.

The more I read the more I found I wanted to do. I began exploring myself, actually dipping my fingers between the moistened folds of my sex. I even recall looking at it with a mirror once, but my shyness got the better of me and thinking it ugly I never looked again.

I continued pleasuring myself, however, but still had not inserted anything into my virgin cunt. I was simply to scared.

Then one night when my mom was at work and my stepfather asleep I decided to get a little daring. Horny beyond belief I went into the living room and began flipping channels with the volume turned down.

This was the only TV that got showtime and I knew that late at night I would be able find something sexy to tease myself with and I was right.

As I flipped the channels suddenly I saw this scene of two women. One black and one white, both nude but for a set of high heels. I stared in awe as the black woman knelt between the white woman’s legs and fastened her mouth to her cunt. I felt the fire burn between my legs to an extent I’d never felt before.

There was something about the scene that drew me in. The simple act of eating pussy that I was so unfamiliar with, the contrast of the pale white skin, and the dark glossy brown, and the simple fact that it was two women.

I would have expected to have been repulsed by the scene, I always told myself that while I accepted my gay brother there was nothing like that about me. I tried desperately to keep my eyes on the floor of the
lockerroom in gym class for fear that one of the girls would see me looking and think I was a dyke, though if I care to be honest I stole glances often and hoped they didn’t see, but all of that was forgotten
now. The only thing I could think was how I longed to have her hot mouth on my cunt right now.

Without thinking I removed my panties, simple cotton briefs back then, and slipped my hand up under the t-shirt I was wearing. I began to flick my clit (having previously located it with the help of the mirror) and run my finger between my pussy lips but it just wasn’t doing it for me.

Checking to be sure that I could hear my stepfather still snoring and knowing mom wouldn’t be home for a while I decided to risk it and lay on the living room floor. I kept my t-shirt on, the remote at my side, just incase he decided to make a middle of the night bathroom run, but I’m sure I forgot about all that very quickly.

As I watched the black woman feasting on that lucious white cunt I began to get daring. One hand resting on a tit through my shirt, the other got adventurous and a finger slowly worked it’s way to my cunt.

I remember thinking how strange it felt as it slipped inside, all wet, kinda bumpy, very strange and very intense. My other hand left my tit and moved to my clit as I slowly wiggled that finger in my cunt, thrilling to the new sensations. I don’t know if I ever looked back at the TV, the intensity of the finger in my cunt was hogging all my attention at that time.

I curled the finger upward, brushing against what I now know was my G spot. My fear was suddenly overpowered by pleasure. This was so much more than what I had felt previously. Getting more daring I pushed in another finger and together they began rubbing this spot as I attempted to brush my clit with my other hand but found it quite like trying to rub your belly and pat your head at the same time.

The feeling grew more intense and I knew I was working toward an orgasm but it was something more than I’d ever had before. I stopped messing with my clit and began fucking myself hard with my two fingers. I could hear myself grunting but there was no stopping now, no fear of being caught, just a desire to cum like I’d never felt before.

As I fucked my fingers in and out of myself I continued to curl them up towards my g-spot, not knowing that’s what it was, but reveling in the feeling of it. Suddenly the pleasure I had been longing for washed over me and as it did I felt very strange as a flood of liquid came from somewhere deep inside me. I could feel it comming out, the intense pleasure that came from that spot. It was unbelievable.

It took my breath away and I lay on the floor trying to recover and wondering what had just happened.

It’s little wonder that with the intensity of it I started to think that perhaps that was the real orgasm and I’d never really had one before but of course that wasn’t the case, I’d simply found my g-spot.

The only orgasm that can make a woman ejaculate. It would be years before I’d find that out, and only a few more times would I ever bring myself to that point again, but it’s something I’ll never forget.

Whether or not there was any actual squirting I’ll never know as I did not exactly have ring side seats to the arena, but the size of the wet spot on my parents carpet was alarming.

I think I blamed it on the dog, but I don’t recall.

All I know is that as I heard those words, “It’s not like you squirt or anything,” I can’t help but wonder if perhaps I don’t have a bit of a hidden talent that needs exploring.

I always thought the old spin cycle joke was a myth but it certainly adds something to feel those vibrations through your body.

The other day I was at my parents’ house doing laundry. I do it there as it’s free, and I can go over on my day off while they’re at work so I don’t have to talk to them or anything.

So I found myself there with very little else to do. The computer was running unbearably slow, and other than a few dirty messages from a friend there was no one to talk to. There are countless movies in their dvd collection but I’ll be dammed if I can figure out how to play them between their fifty million remotes.

Obviously I was quite bored as I waited for my laundry to finish as I’d already been there a few hours when a naughty little note from my friend suggested I have some fun on the washing machine.

Well, being the dirty girl that I am I did just happen to bring my favorite dildo along with me, the glass 8 incher a friend bought me.

I recall what my mom has told me about her new washer, to always set the spin cycle on low or it would “shake the house down.” As I threw in my last load I bravely set it to medium, not wanting the overkill of high. I busied myself with other things while I waited for the other cycles to complete. I reread some of the messages I’d been getting, some of the stories I had written. I tried to steal a beer from the fridge but I’ll be dammed if Guiness in a can doesn’t make me gag.

Finally I checked on the washer to find it more than half through the rinse cycle and well on it’s way to spin.

Feeling somewhat silly I grabbed my dildo and went back to the laundry room.

I started slow, hopping up on the washer, hiking up my skirt, and slowly running my fingers along the lips of my pussy, gathering the moisture on them then playing with my clit. I was already dripping from all the teasing I’d been putting myself through, and the prospect of what I was about to do.

With my other hand I slide a finger deep into my cunt, then add another, sliding them in and out, twisting them inside me to reach every spot I can. It’s not long before it isn’t enough and I grab the dildo that’s at my side.

It’s rather large, especially the head and I always have trouble sliding it in. I run it up and down against my lips first, getting it good and wet. Then placing the head at my entrance I gasp as the largest part slips into me. Then as it slides in deeper i feel it filling me up and it feels so good.

Not as good as a real cock, but it’s so hard and unyielding.

Then the spin cycle kicks in. The vibrations of the washing machine seem to make the fucking more intense as I slowly slide it in and out of myself. I can feel them washing over me, relaxing me, making every part of my body vibrate.

At first it’s enough to enjoy the glass cock, but eventually I need to play with my clit too.

I found myself laying back as far as I could, fucking myself hard with that glass cock as an orgasm wells up. I couldn’t even have held it back if I’d wanted to. I cried out, begging to the empty room to be fucked and came so hard. I felt my cunt tighten around the dildo until I couldn’t move it. I just let it fill me as my orgasm washed over me.

I heard myself mewling like a cat as I came down but I wasn’t done yet.

As I relaxed I began fucking myself hard again and was quickly overcome with another orgasm even harder than the first one. If I said anything I wouldn’t even know what it was.

All I know is when I came down the washer had stopped. I gathered my clothes and cleaned up all traces that I’d been there. Drove home with my cum still wet between my thighs.

As I sit here writing this I can still smell the slight amonia scent of the cum that stains my shirt and has dried on my tits.

It was a short few minutes that I spent in the back of that van but they were fun, and at leasr somewhat different than usual.

It was the same guy again, the one from work. I find myself sticking with him because I know he’s safe and clean.

There was only a tease or two durring the day, at one point I accused him of “doing everything that walks in the door” meaning something completely other than sex, but it made him blush anyway because everyone was standing around and he’s paranoid about being found out.

One of the other guys got a jibe in at me staying, “You do everythying that comes in the door too” and we all knew full well what he meant.

So the night goes on and things get busier. After we close we say goodbye and go to our seperate cars and the fucker drives off. I was sure he wanted some today, he surprised me. So I start to drive off when I get a phone call.

“Is tonight a good night?”

“Absolutely, where are you?”

“in the target parking lot.”

So I drive over and he pulls his mini van up next to my car.

The mini van is new to me, I’ve never seen it before. All the men I work with have about five cars a piece. Car guys. Ah well.

I climb in and he gestures to the back seat, the middle seats are down and there is a lot of room. The windows are tinted back there so we climb into the back.

He sits on the seat and I immediately kneel before him as a flash of heat makes my pussy twitch at the idea. I’ve never been in this position with him before, it’s always been in the front seat fighting with the steering wheel, from here I can look up at him with his cock in my mouth and suck his balls while I stroke his cock. This is what I’ve been wanting to do.

In mere seconds he has his pants unzipped and I’m grabbing his cock from his hand with my own. I start by licking him from his balls all the way up his shaft and I feel him get so hard his cock is straining to lay up against his stomach.

He’s silent this time, I wish he’d make a noise, but as I look up at him he’s watching intently and I know he’s enjoying himself.I take the head between my lips and tease with my tongue, twirling around it, then slowly suck him into my mouth and down my throat. swallowing him. I slip my hand down into his pants to cup his balls and taking the hint for once he pulls them down further and I reward him by licking my way down to his balls and sucking them into my mouth one at a time as I stroke his cock with my hand.

Leaving his warm wet balls to my other hand I work my way back up to his cock and proceed to lick and suck him while I stroke hime with my hand, twisting around his cock.

That’s when he asks if he can fuck my tits. “Ooooh, yes,” I manage between sucks, and I let his cock fall from my mouth as I sit up. He takes over stroking as he watches me pull my shirt down and free my tits. His hands leave his cock and go imediately to my tits and I begin stroking his cock again while he fondles and squeezes them, then I lean forward, still on my knees until my tits are hanging on either side of his cock. He reaches out and squeezes them around his cock and begins fucking them.

I lean my head forward and take his cock head between my lips with each thrust, or tease the head with my tongue if I can’t reach. I reach underneith and play with his balls while he fucks my tits and finally he asks me to lay on the floor.

“I want to cum all over you,” he breathes, and I happily oblige. He pulls his cock from between my tits as I lie on the floor, holding them up. He kneels over me, stroking his cock. My head is against a seat and I’m in a position to lick at the head while he strokes himself over my tits.

My hand is on his balls and I beg him to give me his cum. I tell him I want him to cum all over me and finally he shoots a stream of hot cum accross my tits. He continues to stroke as a few more jets hit my shirt, and even more on my tits.

I watch as a gyser of cum oozes over the head of his cock like a water fall. I want to lick it off but I know he is too sensitive so I content myself with lifting one of my tits and licking the cum from it as he watches.

He sits back in the seat, worn out, as I run my fingers through the cum and lick them clean. Finally I pull my shirt up over the remaining cum. Tell him that was fun and hop from the van.

All the way home I can smell his cum on my tits and it makes my mouth water.

So I was a little bored the other night and decided to take a quick walk to the bar down the road. I’ve been there a couple times, usually to tease the local guys with my low cut shirts while I have a few beers before I go home and call my boyfriend.

A couple times I’ve been known to pick a man up and go back to his place, have a good fuck, and go home to call my boyfriend with fresh cum on my body or breath.So it was no surprise this night when I happened to run into a guy that I’d fucked a few weeks previously.

I sat down at the bar, having not even noticed that he was there. I ordered a beer when he started talking to me and asked how I had been.

It was then that I remembered who he was. I told him I was well and thanks for asking and went back to staring at the tv.He was concerned at first, apparently afraid I was annoyed at him, but I assured him I wasn’t and was just there to have a few beers to kill time.

“That’s all you’re here for?” he inquired, “Showing that much cleavage?”

“I’ll have you know this is what I wore to work,” I replied as though I were actually offended, which I wasn’t. He responded with a raised eyebrow, “Besides, I didn’t think anyone would complain.”

“In a bar full of drunken guys? Yeah, I think not,”

We carried on for an hour or so. Some 70 something man sitting next to him trying to join in the conversation but I couldn’t understand most of what he said. After my third beer I announced I was going home. I was expecting a phone call and wasn’t about to take it in the middle of the bar.

“Need a ride?” he offered, I had at some point mentioned that I’d walked. I declined but he said, “Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind,”

Amused, considering he’d spent most of the night saying that our last trist was no more than a one time thing and he hoped I expected nothing else, I agreed to the ride. As he got up there were lots of “oooh”s from the people around the bar to which he announced, “I’m just taking her home, I’ll be right back!”

I slid off the bar stool and into my coat. To my surprise the 70 something man stood up and asked for a hug. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, giggling, then followed the other man out the door.

I slipped into his car and he started it, asking directions though he’d dropped me off here before. He kept very adamantly stating that our last night of fun was just a one night thing and he hoped I wouldn’t be in the bar after him every night.

I rolled my eyes at him and told him he was full of himself. I was pretty sure he was teasing me. I assured him if I went to the bar again looking for cock I’d find someone elses.

As he pulled into my driveway he asked for a goodnight kiss. We leaned towards each other and I pulled his head towards me as I kissed him deeply. Our tongues teasing each other. His hand soon founds it’s way to my tits, freeing them from my shirt.

“Can I thank you for the ride?” I breathed, pulling away from the kiss for a moment.

“What did you have in mind?” his fingers were still teasing my nipples and he went back to kissing me. I melted into the kiss a moment, my hand working my way to his cock. I could feel it bulge in his jeans and began rubbing it.

“I’d like to suck your cock,” I answered, and kissing him deeper.

“Are you sure? In your driveway? Someone might see us.” For a minute I wondered why I bothered with him. I knew his protests were not serious, he was just trying to insure everything was my idea, but it annoyed me.

“Just sit back and enjoy it,” I told him. I undid his pants and pulled his hard cock from them. Leaning over the center console I licked his cock up and down lightly, then quickly sucked the whole of his cock down into my throat. He gasped and I eased back, licking him as I pulled away.

He reclined the seat and decided to watch. I liked that, gave me more room to work, I’ve sucked many a cock in a car and I find it frustrating that I can’t do my best job because of the lack of space. This gave me more room to use my hands.

I slid one hand between his legs and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my hand. I wrapped the other around the base of his cock and moved it in time with my bobbing, twisting as I went up and down.

“Oh yes, the hand’s gonna do it,” he moaned and I intensified the twist, knowing he was enjoying it and it would make him cum. After all, I still had a phone call to get to.

I began fucking him hard with my mouth, twisting my hand quickly with each pump and rolling his balls with my other hand until he announced he was cumming.

Thanks for the warning, but i wasn’t about to move. I continued my efforts until he shot is load in the back of my mouth. I moved my mouth to the tip of his cock, sucking the cum from the head as I stroked him with my hand. I swallowed every drop as he twitched in my mouth.

Finally satisfied that I’d drank it all I sat up in my seat, wiped a stray string of cum from my lips, licked it from my hand and said, “Thanks for the ride,”

“Thank you!” he said as I got out of the car, calling after me, “I hope you understand why I wont kiss you goodnight!”

I smiled to myself as I walked to my door. All I could think is, “You wont, but my boyfriend would.” and in the house I went to make my phone call.

Well it seems that after writing my last entry I was barely able to keep my hands off myself.

I needed a shower though. Luckily I have a removable shower head with adjustable sprays. It amazes me I hadn’t taken advantage of it since I moved in here a few months ago. I decided it was about time.

I tend to take long showers. One reason for this is my tendency to tand under the spray for the first five minutes and just let the hot water run over me before I ever consider starting on my hair. This time was no different.

I was enjoying the feel of the water running over my shoulders and down my breasts so much I had to force myself not to grab the shower head right there. I went through the usual paces, and as I was rinsing the soap from my pussy, running my fingers over myself, I decided it was time to try out that shower head.

I took it down and twisted the dial, testing the different sprays.

I found the perfect one, a condensed hard spray. I felt it run over my clit and gasped, then smiled. This would do nicely.

A million thoughts ran through my head; my lover’s tongue on my clit, sucking off one of the guys at work, countless fantasies and images. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t stand on my feet. I sat in the shower, my back against the wall.

I held my lips open with one hand and directed the spray into my cunt.

I pulled it back and over my clit. I held it close, the water pounding against me from inches away, and pulled it back so the spray lightened up and touched both my clit and my cunt at the same time. Feeling the spray tickling my clit as the majority of it pounded into my cunt sent me over the edge. I cried out, completely disregarding my neighbors and the thin walls.

As I came down I heard myself whimpering like a puppy. The hard spray was still pounding into me, I quickly adjusted it to a lighter one but didn’t remove it, allowing myself to come down slowly.

Finally, temporarily satisfied, I resumed my shower, washing away the evidence of my actions. A bit of lavender scented baby oil, and a fresh towel later I think I like this new shower head.