Susan - Sex Stories

Susan

... out of his pants, I laid down on the couch, naked, legs wide open, and he would fuck me. I was as wet as during the first time. He lasted much longer than the UPS guy. That gave me time to cum not only once, but twice, while he was relentlessly pumping my cunt. He gave me a big shot in my pussy, took his penis out, kissed me good bye and left.” Again, Susan paused. This time there were some grunts of approval from the group. That gave her the courage to continue. “I was afraid to get pregnant and went to the doctor on the other side of town the next day to get the pill. She also convinced me to use condoms. So I bought some and hid them from mom. Pizza delivery guys were dangerous, because some could know my f****y, so I ordered something on Amazon instead. Free delivery, including cock!” This joke made all of the group laugh and increased Susan’s confidence. “Yes, I fucked that Amazon delivery guy, who came two days later, too. Same trick with the open door, just this time, he preferred doggy, something that I had never done before. It felt so good. Soon it would become my favourite sex position. His balls would slap my pussy while was pumping me. His hands would massage my small tits, or spread my ass cheeks. It was ...

... wonderful! I continued to order things online here and there. And I would fuck the delivery guys. They even would give me presents, like sexy lingerie, dildos, or other sex toys. They would do me in all different positions. Cowgirl, 69, doggy, or standing up, I learned a lot in those weeks. We did it in the whole house: in my mother’s bed, in my bed, in the kitchen, on the floor, or in the shower. And with every time, I learned more about the joy of sex. And I got more and more addicted. I craved for cock, I craved for the feeling of their tongues in my pussy, I craved for swallowing their cum, I craved for feeling their hot cum flowing out of my pussy. I craved everything about sex. One day, Sam, one of the delivery guys whom I got to know pretty well over the weeks, told me that the guys at UPS would take turns to go my route. I had become the best known fuck-slut in town. Sometimes the drivers would trade their routes for other favours, like unpopular shifts and so on. I got pretty upset when Sam told me drivers would even pay money to go my way. I became a slut, I thought. People are paying to fuck me. But on the other hand, I though that this money then should go to ME and not THEM.” Susan saw some more nods and smiles around her.