1. The Slut And The Bull


    Date: 11/12/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: traderjack45, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    undulated to the rythym of his fingers entering her, entering her, entering her. The crowd was whispering, “Look at her... She is going to cum... Cum for us, you slut... You like being naked, don’t you... Let him fuck you... You’re a hot bitch... It’s 10:00 p.m. Does your husband know where you are?” It was that one that sent her over the edge. And as she came her juices gushed all over the guy’s fingers. Someone asked, “What’s your name? Can I have your phone number?” Bob stepped up then. “Baby, look at you!” She wrapped her arms around Bob’s neck and kissed him passionately on the mouth. “That is what these people have been doing? Just like you wanted. Did you see me cum for them?” “Here,” Bob said. “Let’s put your top back on.” But before he could get the top back on Sally, she threw her arms around his neck again and whispered, “I want him to fuck me.” Then she kissed Bob again. Bob motioned for the man to follow them as he slipped Sally’s sheer black jacket on her. “Let’s go find your panties, dear.” And to the crowd, “I am so sorry if my wife disturbed you. It was just a little sex game we were playing.” Several of the women in the crowd came up to her afterward and kissed her on the cheek and told her they were going home to play sex games with their husbands. They went down a hallway, and Sally looked behind several benches but her panties were gone. Bob said to the fellow who had made Sally cum, “She wants you to fuck her. Are you up for it?” Sally smiled at him. ...
    “Well, I would have to say I am one of those who wanted to know her name and phone number.” “We can arrange that,” Bob said. “Her name is Sally. And if you want, we can go for a walk in the park and see what comes up.” They walked out of the Parthenon and toward the parking lot. “Is she a whore?” he asked Bob. “She has been had by several men now, and she learning how to be a good fuck, but she is not a whore. That is, neither she nor I will ask you for money.” Sally slipped her hand into his as they walked. “Are you a slut?” he asked Sally. “Yes,” she answered honestly. “Take off your jacket and give it to me.” Sally stood under a street light. She let her black, sheer jacket slip off her shoulders and handed it to him. It was then she noticed her panties stuffed into his shirt pocket. Sally wondered how he had found them, and whether he had known they were hers. Since she was the only naked woman in the gallery, she thought, he must have known the panties were hers. He folded the jacket over his arm. They finished the walk to the parking lot with his hand on her bare ass. At the car, he said, “I want to fuck you. Do you still want me to fuck you?” “Yes, I do.” Sally pressed her hand against his crotch, and she could feel his hard cock. “But here is how I want to fuck you. I want you to lie back on the hood of that car,” he pointed, “there under the street lamp so anyone who happens by can see you. Slut that you are, married slut that you are, you do not mind if anyone sees you ...
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