A Hooker's Sex Stories
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A Hooker AfloatStill, it wasn’t enough and now he was away so when the phone rang I was instantly interested. Would I be prepared to visit three guys on a cruiser down at the marina? Might I be prepared to spend the entire night? They had seen my website, they liked big beautiful women, they were German, they didn’t have a lot of English, would I come? How soon could one of them meet me at the entrance to the marina? I flew into the shower. Three horny guys … would it be one at a time or all at once … it was a while since I had been double penetrated ... could I handle my pussy and my ass being stretched at the same time? A quick blow dry for my long hair. Three horny guys … how many times would they want me … all night … would I even be able to walk tomorrow morning … God my pussy is aching … if one of them just touches my clit I’ll explode. Applying my make-up … I want to suck some serious cock tonight … I don’t want any facials … I want to drink cum in my mouth … in my pussy … oh God how I want to feel that hot flood of cum explode into my cunt and again and again. I so badly want to get totally hammered tonight … will these guys be up for it? Into the wardrobe for clothes … definitely a short skirt – and tight … I’m going to be a whore tonight so by the time I get on the boat it’s going to be even shorter than it usually is. They will want to run their hands up under my skirt … the mystery of what’s hidden … the pleasure of feeling strange hands doing wicked things in my private places. Panties … maybe a shiny red pair? No – no panties … nothing between my pussy and their fingers … nothing to hinder that first driving thrust of each hard cock … definitely no panties. Bra … no definitely no bra. Guys love my big boobs and these guys will be no different. A bra just gets in the way. A chemise … mmmm … definitely. Strappy … bare shoulders … see through but looks almost modest from a distance. I can pull it down and my boobs come out easily. Something over the top? No … warm evening … it will be just one more thing to either get in the way or lose. Shoes – strappy – not too high a heel – boaties don’t like heel marks on the decking. My boat-builder lover with the bent cock taught me that one – and I taught him a few things about what you could do on the deck of a boat too. Fuck – I’m feeling so horny and wild that I’d go totally topless except I have to walk past two restaurants to get to the marina. Lock up the house, back the car out of the garage, swing it onto the road and head for Boat Harbour. Not too fast … I’m eager but there is still plenty of time and I don’t need a ticket. Should I have offered to bring a friend? One of my new bunch of good time girls perhaps? No! I want these guys for myself. This night has potential and I’m ready for it. I drive into the Boat Club’s car park – I scan the footpath and between the two restaurants I see a guy waiting. I’m looking for Hans, tall blonde tanned and wearing a white t-shirt. It’s becoming dark but the light from the light from the restaurants is enough to show that it is probably him. I park the car and walk towards him. I want eye contact … I want to see what’s in his soul. He meets my gaze and then as I approach he lets his eyes wander over my body. They’re like slow sensual hands and I feel them on my boobs … my hips … under my skirt. He’ll do – sure he’s paying for it but for it to be something special then the guy has to give something of himself. I give all of me so why shouldn’t I expect a little in return? He smiles … my pussy tingles … if the other two are anything like Hans then this is going to be one wild night. ] Posted: Tuesday 21st September 2004, 7:36 PM |
