More unlikely nonsense from my oversexed brain. -Emmerson
I was sitting in the dimly lit corner of the fancy, Hollywood restaurant, drinking expensive wine because I make so much with my side hustle writing for Literotica. The tall waitress with the DD breasts in a black shirt, and tight black slacks that hug her perfect ass, walks to my table as I'm typing on my phone.
"Angel" she began the conversation.
"Hm, what?"
"I read the story you published about us on Literotica. You said we fucked without even knowing each other's names. I'm Angel." She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing that she was wearing no bra over her large tits and wide, dark nipples. "Now we can keep fucking."
I pulled her down to the bench next to me and started sucking her tits. "Besides fucking me, what's on your mind. You read my stories?"
"Oh fuck, yes. Harder." She pressed my face to her boobs as I sucked her nipples harder. "I read all of them. I got so hot, I was awake all night, reading one after another and frigging my clit. I must have cum a dozen times. Whenever a woman in your story touched herself and shares the cum with her lover, or when she licks it herself, I would dig into my pussy and lick the cum from my fingers."
"I'm surprised you got any reading done. That is one of my favorite bits I learned from the Dallas School Girls."
"That is what I wanted to ask you! You write in the first person. Did all those things really happen to you?"
I moved to her other nipple, not caring if anyone was watching. "The stories about Janice and Carmella are all essentially fact-based. I changed their names, of course, and threw in an extra partner now and then to spice things up, but the women are both real, and the part about my wife passing and my learning of her sapphic adventures with her circle of friends, is entirely true. The Dallas School Girls developed the finger-sucking as a kind of secret handshake. If they run into each other at a restaurant or PTA meeting, one of them will duck into the ladies' room and finger herself, then bring it to the other woman, in front of their husbands or the junior high school principal or whomever."
"What if someone catches on?"
"Funny you should ask. At a political fund raiser, Jan shared her juice with Roxanne. She thought she had been discrete, but a few minutes later the candidate herself took Jan aside and pushed two fingers into her mouth. They were covered in, not just cunt juice, but cum. The candidate explained that she had seen Jan and Roxie do their little ritual, and, curious, caught Roxanne at the first opportunity and kissed her, tasting the cum. Roxanne, being Roxanne, was dying to tell somebody about all their bi-sexual lady friends. Not only did the candidate go on to win a senatorial seat for the state of Texas but she was initiated into the Dallas School Girls before the fundraiser was over."
"God that is hot. I would love to have friend like that. So open and free and giving."
Her fingers were in my zipper, rubbing my dick. "Did you really fuck them all?"
"So far," I ran the list of names in my head. "I think I have four left."
"Including the gay man?"
I nodded as she worked my hard cock out of my fly. "Including Ryan, although I got an email telling me he'd be in town and asked if I wanted to join him for a drink."
"A drink?" she enthused, licking my long shaft. "That always means a man wants to fuck you." Her mouth surrounded my cock as she lowered her head. "Trust me on this." She said around my large cock.
