A Very Naughty Girl - Sex Stories

A Very Naughty Girl

Her cramped apartment was on the top floor and with the air conditioning broken it was always stifling. Flinging the windows wide and fanning herself with a magazine Claire collapsed onto her bed. Work had been hectic, she’d finished late, and she’d not had much sleep the night before. No matter she smiled, it had been a good night, very good indeed! Flopping down onto her pillows she caught a whiff of aftershave lingering on the cotton covers. Thoughts of Darren filled her brain making her insides tingle. She moaned softly, ummm , she’d had an extremely good night at the hands of devilish Darren…she wanted more of that. She wondered where he was and berated herself for her failure to get his phone number. Dumb! Claire shrugged - his loss! More fool him for leaving her that morning without finding out about her little ‘hobby’. If they’d exchanged numbers she’d have told him. Ah well. She giggled as she contemplated Darren’s reaction to the news that she took part in orgies every Saturday night! He’d have been blown away! What man wouldn’t be aroused by the thought of his ‘girlfriend’ kneeling at the feet of a circle of men all frantically wanking over her writing body? Closing her eyes, Claire let her imagination fly…Darren and a dozen or so other men standing over her, swollen cocks in their hands, pained looks on their faces as one by one they ejaculated, showering her face and breasts with thick spurts of warm cum. “ Oh yes …” she sighed conjuring up the smell of ...

... testosterone and sperm. She imagined the taste of it too…umm… delicious! A self-confessed cum-slut, Claire liked nothing better on a Saturday night than to slip into her favourite club’s ‘members’ lounge, strip off and await the arrival of her ‘regulars’. She liked to stay all night whilst male after horny male filled her mouth with sticky cum, smeared her body with it, even licked it off her. “ Oh, yes, yes! ” she moaned. Sweet cum, gallons of it - hot, wet and gloopy! “Oooh!!” The wickedness of it made her smoulder. Opening her thighs she touched her swollen sex. It was moist and sensitive, the recollections of her sinful behaviour arousing her. Blood pumped fast into her private parts and the thought of Darren joining in - fuck! That made her hot as hell! Darren the stud, the huge-dicked stallion, wanking away amongst men of all ages and shapes, all of them united by one goal – the need to jettison their spunk all over her. Pulling aside her thong she began to stroke herself. “ Umm, that’s good, so good … Oh Darren .” The heat of the room and her naughty thoughts were making her sticky so Claire peeled off her clothes discarding them in a heap beside the bed. Salty droplets of perspiration ran down her skin, soaking the sheets beneath her as she lay back, naked and exposed. Sighing deeply, she ran her fingertips over her breasts feeling them harden as she pinched and pulled. “ Oh so good …” Her hands continued downwards over her soft, rounded belly…down, down… Wandering fingertips ...