When church was adjourned I hurried to the door and couldn’t wait to get outside. If my friends or pastor only knew of the thoughts that raced through me and my pussy that drenched every second wanting attention. I was a sex addict and there was no denying that. What few pleasures I could get from my boyfriend were not enough for my thirst. The meetings I attended regular for my addiction were not doing any good and my pussy was on fire to be touched by one person who knew how. I thought of his strong ridged cock along the side of my clit rubbing against extinguishing the flame that was inside. But it wasn’t enough I had to have him take those beads, rope, and dildo and shove it far up my ass when we fucked. It wasn’t the most pleasurable experience anymore and I found myself getting bored.
I prayed at dinner that these urges would go away to give me normal needs but the ache was too much. I needed to be fucked and I needed it bad. I got up from the table and went to my closet grabbing my best fuck me to death outfit and headed out the door. Not far going down the road a cop pulled me over and asked to see my registration and drivers license. With my need to be filled by cock I had left my purse on the table so I braced myself for a ticket. What came next was anyone’s guess instead of taking me in he wanted me to suck his cock and put the baton up his ass double fucking him. I couldn’t resist and soon he was fucking this tight little pussy and I was eating out his ass. Paying careful attention to his ass I flickered my tongue in and out and couldn’t wait for that load to cum in my mouth. But he restrained and turned me over spreading my cheeks and placing the baton in my ass. The cum dripped from my pussy and I shuttered into oblivion.
Category: Exhibitionist sex
Blessed And Kinky
HOT LAVA
I do not care who you are. You can be the hottest porn start or be in the best relationship of your life, but we all have those moments during sex when the worst can happen. Mine was with the first guy I ever liked really wanted to fuck. He took me out to this fancy place, super fancy place! I had no idea which fork to use. My linen napkin kept falling off my lap. I was so nervous that I got down on all 4’s under the table and bumped my head when the waiter picked up the tale cloth. He laughed and gave me a clean napkin and brought out a tiny glass of soda. It was like a shot glass! I drank it in one gulp, which was way to fast and I burped very loud! Strike one. My date has been so sweet. He giggled at me and told me it happens. Now the next part is crazy. Everything on the menu was in french, so my date ordered for me. He got some kind of soup and then lobster and steak for our main meal and then some fancy chocolate thing where he poured hot chocolate on the top and it melted to show ice-cream and fruit. Everything was so good!
But I failed again. I dropped some soup down my shirt and didn’t notice until it made my stomach churn. I went to the restroom to see that not only did I drop soup down my shirt but it left a stain. While I was blowing up the bathroom I was in a panic. I didn’t want him to think i skipped out so I tried my best to hurry. I think that soup made me lose a few pounds. I go back to the mirror to see sweat beading down my face and chest and beautiful big pit stains and under-boob sweat that my silky shirt was more than willing to show. Strike 2 and 3. I should be out… I did my best to freshen up and walk back to the table and put on my sweater. Our plates had been there for a while. I told him I was sorry I took so long I had a phone call. Then I saw my phone sitting on the edge of the table. Strike 4. We ate our food and thank god for the music, my stomach was making horrible noises. We finally left and I was all to happy. We went right to the valet and waited for the car. That is when he bent down and told me to lift my foot. That’s right. Toilet paper was stuck to my shoe. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get worse we got in the car.
After a quiet ride back to my place I asked him if he would like to come up. After that just went flying out of my mouth I was screaming in my head. When got into my apartment I thought I was going to explode. I told him to get comfy and Id be back soon. I practically ran to the bathroom. I spilled my guts from both ends. Hot lava was coming out of me. I felt horrible. But I changed my clothes and put my face back on and went to the living room. We started kissing, and touching and one thing lead to the other as I forgot about my stomach problem. I took him back to my room where I rode him and I rode him hard. I was just about to cum when I felt something else release. I felt horrible but he must not have noticed, or smelled it. I knew the moment he did realize it. He stopped moving. and I got up and ran to my bathroom. I was crying and got into the shower. Finally when I got out of the bathroom I was relieved to see he was gone. He did however leave a note. “Gwen I did not know what else to do so I cleaned myself with your sheets. Here some to get new sheets. Ill call you.” He left the mess on the bed with 100 on top of it. He never called. I never saw him again. But that is one story I will never forget.