Torrie's Year - Sex Stories

Torrie's Year

... third person to join us tonight." Devin kissed her cheek, "interested?" Ulysses cock was amazing, his stamina was incredible. Devin was amazing, her pussy tasted incredible. The night was a blur of sweaty nakedness, swirling tongues, and one gorgeous, cum spurting, black cock. Torrie chuckled at herself walking back to her car in the early morning hours, "Wow," she thought to herself. "There's a first time for everything. On Valentine's Day, Torrie was running late to dinner with her husband. Fat Rob was purposely holding back on cumming for her. She knew he was messing with her, finally injecting semen down her throat, slapping her ass as she left for dinner. Speeding to get there in time, Torrie was stopped by a patrol car. She was already late and didn't really care about going to dinner to begin with. When she noticed the officer was black she attempted to have a little fun. She would flirt with him, suggesting he didn't have to give her a ticket, much to officer's annoyance. Finally Torrie undid the first few buttons of her top. "Ma'am, please," The officer pleaded looking away. Torrie smiled up at him once more, pulling her shirt apart. "I can't ma'am, let me just write your ticket and - " The officer said before being interrupted. "What's your name? Your first name?" Torrie asked. The office sighed, shaking his head, "It's TJ." He continued writing the ticket. "TJ, look at me," Torrie seductively said. When TJ did, she was smiling softly, tweaking her bare nipples. ...

... TJ sighed once more, "You know what? This is my last week on the job." Five minutes later, TJ's patrol car was rocking back and forth, just like Fat Rob's Escalade on Christmas Eve. Torrie finally arrived for dinner, smiling politely at her husband sat across from her, explaining about how bad traffic was. TJ's semen was oozing out of her pussy onto the chair. Torrie hadn't been wearing underwear since October. ******************** Torrie was cooking breakfast for Fat Rob in March. She was naked except for an apron to prevent potential bacon grease from splashing back onto her skin; it was during Eddie's spring break. It was a typical Sunday, just like most Sundays in the past several months. She sucked Fat Rob awake and then off. She cooked breakfast for him, they had sex, and then she left. While she was scrambling the eggs, a nude Fat Rob slid his hands over her shoulders, "When are you going to come to one of my clubs and dance? You'd probably make more money that your limp-dick husband." "Oh yeah?" Torrie smiled, scrambling the eggs, arching her butt into his crotch. "You would. Sometimes my customers pay a little more for something extra. Something a little more than just a private dance," Fat Rob kissed her neck. "You want me to be a hooker?" Torrie asked. "No, just provide more than just a lap dance for those paying customers if you want." Torrie thought about it, finishing his breakfast, eating with him at the table. Afterward, her pussy was stretched again, Fat Rob ...