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So a thing about me is that I graduated from highschool at 16 because I was a pretty good student and skipped a grade and my parents enrolled me a year early. After that I didn’t want to begin school right away because I didn’t want to be the 16 year old girl at school (also some colelges literally had an age limit, tough brakes). I had a two year gap during which I did some volunteer work, some studying and some things I will tell you in my future entries (hehee). I didn’t keep in touch with many people from highschool but oddly I was on speaking terms with a teacher, Ms. Leotardo. She was very fresh out of teaching college so she was 24 at the time. She was my art teacher and we spent a lot of time together in and out of college. Although I had discovered my slutty side a few years ago already she was never part of my devious plans, until I learned about the hubby…

At first she was just continuing to guide me artistically, in time we became kind of friends. The teacher-student dynamic never disappeared but got pretty weak over time, she told me to call her Adriana about a year later. A year after that (when I turned 18, yay!) we were basically friends with a kinda weird background and an age difference that was becaming less noticable over time. We were now meeting for drinks to just chitchat. I didn’t tell her about my slutty encounters that much, we were friends but not that sort of friends. Although she had a pretty good idea that I was eager to fuck anything within sight, we just didn’t talk about it. So she didn’t know what a terrible idea it was to let me see her husband.

One night after a good deal of drinks she got pretty tipsy and was in no condition to return home. She asked me to give her a lift but I didn’t have my car with me since I was planning to go to a different bar after we said goodbye and spend the night with some guy I would discover there. I didn’t even have my wallet with me, I had a tab open at that bar. She said “Fine… Can you call my husband and have him come here?” I said sure and called him, told him what was happening, he said he’d be there in 30 mins. I hung up and tried to keep the chat going but Adriana was basically half-asleep at this point. The bartender told me to get her out but I explained the situation and he let us stay “for old times’ sake…”

She had saved her husband as “Hubby” so I didn’t really know this guy’s name. When he walked in to the bar I understood why Adriana was an art teacher… Who could not be a master sculptor living with this Roman statue of a man! He was so comically in shape I was seriously taken aback, the second he walked n I prayed “Please let it be him.” He talked to the bartender and the bartender pointed at us, I smiled and waved thinking “This is so happening.”

He, Clive, introduced himself and took my hand. Didn’t shake it, took it like they do in the old-timey movies, my god I was so mad at myself for getting wet at something as simple as that. I told him I had “forgotten” my wallet at home and had no way to return home. He said “I guess it’s just a weird night, why don’t you crash at our place? You helped Adriana, we could thank you with a nice breakfast.”

10 minutes later I’m in the passanger seat and Adriana is snoozing at the back seat. I could see Clive sneak glances at my very generous cleavage throughout the ride and pulled my dress like I was adjusting it to make it easier for him a few times. Halfway there, my dress is at the upper rim of my nipples, one more tug and it’s nipple city. I didn’t want to begin the fun too early so I stopped there. I was glancing at him to check his overall vibe and I could tell he was on the edge about whether I was doing it on purpose or not.

“Shame you forgot your wallet… How’d you get to the bar in the first place?”

“Oh I was nearby, running some errands.”

“In that dress?” he said smirking.

“Haha, I just went with it.”

“I mean many errands also need a wallet to be run.”

“Yeah… I guess these ones didn’t.” I was hoping he would realize I basically accepted that I was lying.

He took Adriana upstairs while I excused myself to the bathroom. I took a little longer than ordinary, hoping he would check in with me, which he luckily did.

“You ok in there?”

“Yes yes, just cleaning up for… Just cleaning up.”

I heard him chuckle and walk away. I got out with my dress pulled noticably higher, if I did anything other than standing up straight I would provide a good view. So when we sat down in the living room I had ample opportunity to basic instinct this bitch. Of course nipple city was still a nudge away. I said I was not near blacking out like her wife was and asked if he had “something strong to put me to sleep.” He laughed and got a bottle of whiskey. I don’t remember what it was but it was some fancy stuff. We spent about an hour talking and getting gradually closer. I sprinkled my trademark sexual innuendos in the conversation a bunch and it started it pretty much at all times does, with a sudden make out session.

This was a very roomy couch so he could grab me by the back of my knees and just flip me on my back. With my dress the way it was, my bare pussy was in full view right away. He smiled and started eating me out. So there is another artist in this house I wondered because this man worked a fucking masterpiece down there. If he taped a brush to that tongue he could put the Sistine Chapel to shame. I had never wondered a tongue as strong, tongues are jut tongues you know, but he made me think that. Like he could grab me from inside my pussy with his tongue and lift me.

That lasted for about 10 minutes and by the end I was on attack mode, my mouth needed cock, period. I pulled him by his shirt and laid him on his back, pulled his pants down with one hand and undid his buttons with the other. Goddamn, the abs, I brushed my cheeks on those abs for an ammount of time I’m not sure of but it just felt like an eternity of not enough. I pulled the boxers down and wondered “So he’s not exactly like the Roman statues…” It was a good 7 inch I think, and it was rock hard. The kind that slingshots out of the boxers. It swished by my nose and when it came back I caught it in my mouth. Few lucky men know how good my throat game gets when I’m super horny and Clive was just about to join the club. I pushed it down and sticked my tongue out, licking the balls. They were a little hairy which is not ideal for me but I was so horny that I wouldn’t care if he had barbed wire down there. I felt him clench up as my nose hit his stomach and he said “Fuck…” I at all times love hearing that “fuck,” it’s one of my favorite thing about sex. After some good old fashion throat fucking I decided to use a personal favorite from my arsenal. I went balls deep and started tilting my head left-right. His cock in my throat, I’m basically rotating my insides for him. And my tongue goes around the whole time, it’s a move I’m really proud of.

“Stop, I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Like I’d let you,” I say and sit on his face. I take his hands too, just making sure he doesn’t touch his dick for a while. It needed to cool down, I didn’t want him to cum yet either.

After a few minutes of tongue fucking I said “How do you want to fuck me?” He said nothing and did a move I couldn’t catch with my drunk slut brain, all I know was that I had my face burried in a pillow. He was playing with my pussy and I was so horny that I started moving to take the fingers in me, heard him chuckle and felt the fingers slip away. Seconds later I felt the cock pushing in. Damn it was stretching me good. I backed up fast and sort of hit him with myself, lol. When it entered the whole way in I was glad he had put my face in the pillow because I could wake up even a blacked out woman with that moan. I tried to throw it back but he wouldn’t have it, he pinned my waist down and just started FUCKING. Jesus, what happened to easing in? He was hammering away in my cunt and making the sexiest grunts ever. I was clawing the couch and letting him use me. When he pulled my up by my hair I let out a scream and it was shocking how hast he was to cover my mouth. “Quiet,” he said and slammed me by my hair on the couch, this time facing up.

“You do anal?” he asked.

The answer is usually a “sometimes” with a condom sidenote but that day I just said “Fuck the shit out my whore ass.” (This is a moment I think about a lot when masturbating.) I saw the “so she likes dirty talk” lightbulb liht up over his head. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them way up, exposing my ass. “You wanna get fucked whore?” he said.

“Please, now, please.”

He slapped my asshole a while with suprising accuracy, never hit the cheeks, just the tender hole. I fucking love my hole being spanked. Then grabbed his shirt from the floor, made it into a rope and made me bite it. He pinned my head to the couch with it. “Lube my cock,” he said and got inside my cunt. “There it is.” He got it out and forced me to look at it, shining with pussy juice. “My lube.” Threw my head back to the couch while entering my ass. I remember him penetrating (again, balls deep at the first entry) and my head hitting the couch at the exact same time. I wondered I was having a concussion and the most amazing anal at the same time. He jackhammered my ass for a good 10 minutes, whispering the filthiest nothings to me. “You will come back. I wanna make Adriana lick my cock fresh out of your ass. You will teach her to be a whore like you. You’re part of the family now. You will drink my cum from her pussy…” That kind of threesome centered stuff.

He was pummeling away and biting my nipples when I felt that familiar feel… This time in my ass. Like I said, anal usually is a condom-only deal for me but I was so turned on I couldn’t get mad. I felt so slutty, he didn’t even say “Im cumming.” Why would you give a warning to a fuckdoll?

After that he made me squat and collected the cum in one of the shot glasses he had brought for the whisky. “One last shot,” he said and gave the glass to me. I smiled and said bottoms up, rolling it down the old cum hole.

Sadly his threesome fantasy never came true, a week later he texted me, saying he tried to make Adriana agree to a threesome without mentioning me at all but she gave him a hard no. We had some more fuck sessions but none of them captured the unexpected ecstasy of the first one. I can still hear myself saying “Fuck the shit out of my whore ass…”

Okay now I gotta masturbate, till next time, xoxo

NSFW: yes

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