I lifted my dress in public last nite....and it felt great!

I'd had one or two margaritas too many, but what the hell, it was Friday nite and I was already horny from masturbating at my desk all afternoon.

The office had been half empty anyway with the execs cutting out early for the long weekend and I'd had her fingers in my black thong most of the day while reading the dirty emails from strangers on Craigslist, so by 5pm I definitely needed some tequila to mellow out...and keep the juices flowing.

Stayners gets a good crowd on a Friday after work, usually crowded with cruise ship tourists and tonite was no exception. I love watching the people on vacation, especially the men in baggy shorts, their tan thighs leading my eyes to all kinds of nice packages.

So when two tall Australians in shorts, t-shirts and sandals asked if they could sit at my table, why not? They looked good and I had a nice tequila glow on...one more marg and I could go home to fantasize about these two bucks, I figured.

We had a nice chat, exchanged email addresses, the usual flirting, then talk about how I should visit them on Oz...i think what they really wanted was to sneak me back on board for a three-way, but I just played stupid.

But when they asked if they could have a holiday snapshot with me...why not? My dirty mind knew it would be an excellent chance to rub my ass on their cocks while sitting in their laps.

I snuggled into the lap of the first guy and could feel his cock was hard, so I wriggled on it a bit "to find the right position for the photo"...and my head started to spin as my pussy tingled and twitched.

And he liked it, because he got harder.

The guy taking the picture must have noticed what was going on, because when he said "now it's my turn, mate", he kept the iphone in his hand, sat down, patted his bare thigh and said "Come sit on my leg, little girl".

So I did, straddling his bare thigh facing towards the dude. Skin on skin. Ohhhh

He leaned back with a smile and said "Give us something to remember, darlin'...show us your tits!" and leaned back in his chair for a vertical frame...and flexing his thigh muscle hard against the crack of my ass.

Without thinking, or thinking of my throbbing clit or maybe it was the Jose Cuervo talkin'...I lifted my linen dress, the night air kissing my skin.

Freedom. Horniess! Panic! Shit, I'd just lifted my dress in a bar! Gulping down the rest of my last margarita, I said "Time for me to go, mates, thanks!' and got the hell out of there.

By the time I got home, they'd already emailed the pic to her...what gentlemen! Horny little bastards, but I really can't blame them. I blame Jose!

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Cocksucker

It's such a powerfully erotic word. Cocksucker. Cock. Sucker.

You like being sucked well. By a woman who loves sucking it.

You can tell the difference. A blowjob is something she's doing for you...but what you really want is a cocksucker.

A woman who's sucking your cock, sucking it well, is making love to your cock.

Sucking it because she loves having your big thick swollen cock in her mouth.

She loves the hardness. The smooth skin. And she craves your cum.

You can grab her hair and fuck her mouth, stuffing it down her throat until she's gagging...and she sucks you eagerly in reply.

You can hold her head still, take your cock in your other hand and slap her face with your cock and she opens her mouth wide, wanting, hoping you'll stuff it back in there.

She plays with your balls, licks them, sucks them gently and she doesn't put a hand around the bottom of your cock to "cheat"...she wants all of it. She craves it.

She loves your cock so much that she can cum...just from sucking you.

And she can tell when you're getting close to the edge...it turns her on even more because she needs your sticky hot sweet and salty cream in her mouth, on her face, on her tits.

Tell me about your favorite cocksucker...the one that makes you wet just thinking about her.

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Counting Cocks

Last nite I went to Home Depot to look at hand tools.

I shop there sometimes and something I've noticed is that men love girl-watching at Home Depot.

Maybe it's because a building supply store is "their" territory, or maybe it's because I refuse to dress in baggy, sloppy clothes, but men of all ages undress you with their eyes at hardware stores in a big way.

Sometimes it's annoying when you're not in the mood, but last night I decided to have fun with it and to go there just to be watched...to enjoy feeling their eyes on me, to let myself get turned on wondering what dirty things each one would like to do to me.

















So I picked out a pair of sheer leopard print panties and a demi cup bra...I love demi cup bras because they push up my tits but leave my nipples exposed, like having them on a shelf, and the sensations against a thin silky top keep them hard and my pussy tingling.

High heels with open toes and a short summer skirt and off I went!

By the time I got to Home Depot, my pussy was soaked, so I parked between two big pickup trucks, wriggled out of my panties and fingered myself to a fast orgasm, then spread my juices on my neck, hung the wet panties on the mirror and went inside.

Knowing I was there just to look and be looked at, to count cocks in tight jeans had my body humming, as if a big vibrator was hard against my clit on full speed.

One...two...three...the store wasn't very busy, but I could feel their eyes on my legs.

Four, five, six....the married ones were almost funny.
One left his wife and child and followed me around the store, his cock straining in his pants.
Could he smell my cum on my neck?

Would he fuck his wife hard from behind later, thinking about my ass?

Lucky 13 was getting wet through his jeans as we both looked at the different thicknesses of chains and rope, so I stood just a little too close and asked him which chain was good for bondage.

You can get anything you want at Home Depot.. if you know what you're looking for.

Do you get totally turned on checking people out when you're shopping?

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Warm Oil, Beautiful Tits

The oil is warm as I rub it in my palms. And I know you love the smell.

The rope harness has knots in just the right places. Every movement moves the big knot. And the rope creates excitement while feeling like a big, long constant hug all over.

I'm wearing his shirt and he says "come here".

I obey eagerly, bend over and put my hands on the arms of his chair, the breeze off the lake teasing my ass, so I spread a little wider and raise it a little higher.

My head is spinning, wondering if anyone across the lake is looking at my spread-wide ass and freshly-shaved pussy with binoculars, or if a kayak glides by... would I even care?

He spreads the warm oil on my body and tells me how much he loves my beautiful tits while he starts pulling oh so slowly on my nipples. I'm thinking "pull harder, and spank my ass", and like magic, he does. It all goes straight to my clit and I start gushing down my thighs in little convulsions.

He keeps saying "Beautiful, slippery, shiny, oily tits." It's like a chant.

My nipples keep getting harder, my tits swelling, getting firmer, that big knot between my pussy lips getting wetter, driving me crazy.

"Beautiful, slippery, shiny, oily tits." I hear it over and over and keep cumming in time with his words.

Do shiny, oily tits turn you on?

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