I'll Have The Usual - Sex Stories

I'll Have The Usual

... the Whore's cunt, Chuckles." Trudy ordered.

I lay back on the master's bed and marveled at how highly unusual this was.

"Eat her good, you miserable piece of shit." She continued, as she positioned herself to fuck her husband in the ass!

I didn't say a word. I simply spread my legs, to let him feast. I was mesmerized by the sight of the dildo slipping in and out of her man's ass. She spit down on the thruster, in a loving effort to lubricate the action.

I came again while Chuck frantically chased my pussy with his tongue.

"Fuck her again, my stallion," Trudy whispered as she pulled out of his ass.

I saw Chuck smile as he inched up my body, kissing my belly and my tits as he moved to the mounting position.

"Oh, fuck," Trudy exclaimed, moving to get a condom on her man. Her worries about pregnancy and disease had returned.

"Make her cum again, my love," Trudy insisted as she sat back to watch.

This time I had to fake it again, but I think it came off quite well, as I heard applause from outside of the bedroom.

My final three hours was spent fucking everyone again, from the saddle and swing chair from yesterday morning. One after the other, the guys fucked me at both ends. There was no bondage, just sex. Deep moans and groans were the only sounds, except for the occasional shouts of joy. I found myself in a tantric mood as I lightly convulsed in mid ...

... orgasm.

Eventually, I blinked my eyes open, to find Trudy standing over me.

"Time to head home, Dear," She informed me.

I was a bit groggy, so I headed for a badly needed shower, hoping it would help me wake up.

"Did you need a rinse, before we ride you all of the way home, Simone?"

I had forgotten that I had not driven. My three friends would have to un-kidnap me.

We knew each other a lot better now, so the fucking was much smoother.

Again it felt like a half hour went by, and I was back at my townhouse. I had returned with the clothes I had left in, and 15 thousand in my bank account. "So, doesn't that sound like a wonderful weekend, Palo?"

My fast food entrepreneur friend leaned down and sucked on my right nipple, while still slowly fucking me.

"You can kick it now, Palo, I've got to get some sleep and let you open up the shop.

Palo snapped upright from my tit, and sped up his tempo by half. Not a frantic thrust like an animal, but increasing as the climax approached.

Palo looked me straight in the eye as he came.

He didn't have anything of value to say after his needs were met.

"Thank you, my friend," was his modest goodbye.

"Can you leave me some extra guacamole, Palo? I shouted over my shoulder as I stepped out of the truck. I knew that I could count on a feast, when I woke up.

After all, he is the best Taco guy in Chicago, and we keep each other fed.