The Day I could not Say, 'No' - Sex Stories

The Day I could not Say, 'No'

... everyone wanted to fuck me. My husband was used to seeing men get erections and start wanking their woman hungry cocks, and even as I sit here at my laptop writing this story, I am looking at a seven inch erection, being 'chugged' at me, 'Don't forget to pack the creams', I say to my husband, the thickness of my voice, clearly indicating my reaction to what's happening next door. My husband gets the message, and takes the hint, gets up and walks back into the house and closes the balcony doors, where he can sit down and walk, or have a wank himself, as I strike up a conversation with the man with the erection. 'Looks like you could do with a helping hand there', I say, keen to give it a little attention? He smiles and looks down at his cock, 'It's hungry to feel a nice white woman's soft ass', he replies with a laugh, I concur and get up to my feet, 'I assume your wife is sl**ping'? 'She is not here, she is out', he replies, getting up himself and coming towards the railings that separate our balconies, where we meet. 'Your husband', he queries, as his hand goes between the thin bars and touches my pussy, his fingers prying between the soft moistened labia and exposed clitoris, its protective sheath peeled back with my own dalliances at the table. I gasp as presses on the exposed sensitive bead, and my thighs part to allow access to my cunt, and I feel myself involuntarily arc inwards, as his fingers slide inside my pussy. My own hands grip the iron railings, as he starts to ...

... brutally thrust in an out of me, his eyes watching my distorted facial features, while his thumb bruises my sensitive clit, 'Oh Fuck', I moan, over and over, and I reach through the gap in the railings take hold of his cock and start jerking him. He in turn responds by reaching over and grabbing my ass, pulling the left buttock hard from its natural state, stretching my anal opening, his fingers kneading the buttock, tensioning the relaxing my sphincter muscle, in readiness for the back-door fuck, that these men down here crave for, especially the ones belonging to white European women. 'Your husband', he asks again, as his fingers finally make contact with my other hole, 'He's watching us', I gasp, as his fingers meet inside me, the thin gossamer separation between my anus and cunt, being massaged crudely. 'Turn around' he orders, pulling me in one direction, both his inserted fingers guiding my tortured body to the left, and as I spin on my own axis, I look at the darked glass of the balcony sliding doors, knowing my husband is there watching and wanking himself. 'Bend', he grunted, as my ass came perpendicular to the railings separating out hot bodies, I bent as ordered, to weak to resist, and cursed my aching body for allowing itself to be defiled by this little brown man. He pulled his fingers from my swollen cunt and reinserted them back inside, this time curling them behind my pubis bone, hooking me in position, and within seconds his cock head was centred on my anus, ...