Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I’m not what you’d call a fantastic woman. I quickly found that I enjoyed sex after creating the type of curvy body which made guys want to have sex with me.

I am by no means a perfect ten. I’m cuter than sexy, but I have an above-average bra size, thick lips that are always wrapped around a tough cock and I have a willingness to spread my thighs.

Some folks would call me simple. Others could call me a slut. I’m not denying being either. Most of the things they say about me are accurate. Yes I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by my fair share of guys and even let some of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin.

However, I’d been on a one on one basis every time. Some of these may have been one night stands, a number of them may have had girlfriends, but the number of individuals involved consistently remained at two. Yet I will admit-or nearly admit as long as I’ve had sex-I’ve played around with the dream of having sex with more than one man at the same time.

It’d never be just a dream. I mean what type of woman would do this type of thing? What type of slut would allow guys to fuck her like this? Just considering it flipped my lacy thong into a wet mess.

I believe my first experience with the notion of a gangbang arrived in the kind of reading my dad’s dirty magazines. The very first time I responded with disgust, however, the second time I found myself at home and took the stash out, then began flipping through them. I wished to be the woman from the centerfold.

I wished to be like the girls I discovered from the tales in the trunk. Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment.

The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum.

The following experience came in the shape of a porn movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.

The most recent experience with the concept of a gangbang came not too long after my own graduation. Really right after. That night everybody gathered for celebrations, a crazy night for certain but I don’t think anybody needed a wilder night compared to my friend Becky.

At one of those parties she ended up sucking off half a dozen men and fucking four of them. As soon as I heard the story I responded with disgust, but deep down inside me, I wished that it’d been me.

But I did not want the entire town knowing I’d allowed a bunch of guys to bang me. Becoming simple or a slut is something you’d be able to write off as being youthful. Obtaining a gangbang follows you about.

You’ll visit the grocery store and a person will recognize you as that chick that let four guys fuck you.

However, I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. It was the dream I believed about late at night once I found myself alone in my area without a man to phone over.

An enjoyable dream, but nothing I would ever make become a reality. Or so I thought.

“I thought it would only be a girls’ weekend,” I started when Ashley put down her mobile phone. Following a messy breakup, I wasn’t in the mood to take care of any member of the male species.

“I understand, but I didn’t believe Tyler would be in the city.”

She looked at me, then took a sip of her vodka and cranberry. We’d been home sitting at her aunt’s beach condo and put a significant dent in her liquor. I wasn’t certain how she intended to conceal that, but she didn’t appear to be overly worried.

“What do you really need me to perform? Tell him he can’t come over? That will go down nicely. I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m in this crabby mood,” I muttered.

“They will only be here for a little while then they’re heading out to town.” “Who are they

?”

While I debated the severe ideas about not dating, Tyler did possess some appealing buddies; older, more mature, sexy college men. Perhaps I could hold off the relationship vow of silence for now.

“I’m not sure. He said ‘we’ while we were on the telephone. He didn’t mention who was included.”

I expected it to be James. James, while he wasn’t the school quarterback, seemed like he could’ve been using a well-built figure and was a man next door with great looks.

“Just how long are they likely to be here?” I asked. “He didn’t say.”

“Damn you,” I started with a grin as the funk encompassing me began to lighten up.

I hurried to my bedroom and dug through my purse. We spent all afternoon on the shore, and after a hot shower, I wore a set of old football shorts and a raggedy tank top. Not precisely the type of clothing I’d considered the dress to impress. I didn’t pack much, but I made the mistake of packaging more bikinis than real clothes.

I discovered a more straightforward tank top, a set of jean shorts and washed underwear, just in case.

I quickly brushed my hair, put on some makeup and managed to put on the shorts as the doorbell rang.

Since Ashley opened the door, I peeked through my bedroom door. Tyler came in with a case of beer and a kiss for Ashley. James followed closely and I stepped into the hallway with a grin.

He seemed just like what I’d have over my commanding, nevertheless cheating ex-boyfriend. Then two guys came in who were equally new to me. I started wondering just who my doctor prescribed for me.

Tyler introduced them to Devon and Rick. Devon looked like the poor boy my mother would despise, finished with tattoos all over him and rugged, jet black hair. Rick appeared more like a man I could really see myself in a relationship with. I narrowed down my choices to James and Devon.

The initial plan had them only sticking around to get some drinks before going Downtown to a few pubs. Initially, I didn’t really enjoy that program, however, after a couple of drinks, I changed my mind.

They immediately reminded me why I’d been pissed off at the male members of the species. They hit on me and stared at my tits on the stage. It became uneasy. I’ll admit in the beginning I enjoyed the focus. It felt great to be reminded there were other guys on the market, but it quickly became more than that.

I wished to cope with this particular weekend. I’d been glad Ashley was outside on the balcony and they would be departing shortly.

“I will be right back. Do you need anything?” Ashley asked as she slid open the sliding glass door.

“Another drink?” I’d been pacing myself, but they left me wanting to consume more.

“You have it?”

I believed she’d be back following a couple of minutes. How long could a stop in the restroom along with a boil at the kitchen take? I didn’t have a third eye, but it looked like it took far longer than it should’ve taken.

After Devon undressed me with his eyes for the third time in a moment, I decided to take things into my own hands for my beverage.

Since I opened the sliding glass door, I recognized Tyler had gone missing from the balcony. I feared the worst and my fears were confirmed when I saw that Ashley’s white bedroom door was shut.

I didn’t know what to do besides getting another beverage. I just didn’t need to return on the porch, but the condominium didn’t leave any other place else to conceal myself. Before I could make a decision the three of them joined me in the kitchen.

They included me in the conversation about shores, but I hardly took part in the other than nodding my head. My mind told me they were unattractive, but I understood they needed me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need every one of them.

I sensed my body temperature increasing and I couldn’t be certain if it was due to those three sexy men facing me, the air conditioning, or that I couldn’t maintain myself at all. I envisioned being in bed with James.

Sex with him could be a satisfying exercise. Devon would love to do something kinky, pushing me beyond what I felt comfortable doing. Rick would go out of the way to be certain he fulfilled me until he arrived.

All three of these had solid points, but I couldn’t just grab them by the arms and drag them to the bedroom. Okay, maybe I really could, but it would be quite embarrassing for the other two.

My second thought wished I could blame the alcohol, nevertheless, I hardly needed a hot buzz. I pictured myself in bed with all three of them spread out around me, all of them nude, rock hard and ready for me. The idea left my cotton panties moist.

As they talked about fishing I completely stopped listening. What could it actually be like to own all three of these guys? Would I like it if they used me? Thinking these thoughts made me squirm from the counter. I took a long sip of my brightly colored, blended beverage and expected none of them had found my delight.

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