Dear Reader,
My husband and I play a game where we tell each other our fantasies. Then we decide if they are just fun to talk about or if we can actually act on them. Below is a story that compiles all the fantasies I've had that wouldn't be safe to act on due to STIs, social media, and maintaining a career in my profession.
In the story below, my character isn't worried about losing her job/career because of compromising pictures on social media. She also isn't worried about pregnancy or getting an STI.
While I am all about promoting safe sex and maintaining a career, this is a compilation of my fantasies. And that's the beauty of fantasies - reality need not apply.
On a final note, I will caution any reader who takes offense to a woman being called a slut and used as a sex object. Know that every sex scene is consensual in this story. No matter what, there is nothing sexy about rape nor doing any sexual acts against someone who says no.
Please enjoy my story that is a combination of submission and exhibition. Feel free to leave a comment or contact me via email.
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I had just graduated from college with a teaching degree in one hand and a lot of debt in the other. Finding a job was no problem, but keeping up with loan payments while making sure I ate and paid rent proved to be difficult. I had to find a roommate in order to help pay the bills.
The day Sabina became my roommate was the day my life changed.
"Where do you get all your money from?" I half asked and half demanded of Sabina. I had never once seen her go to work, but I had seen her wear nice new clothes, drive a sporty car, and she always paid for her half of everything using cash. Her only "work" was going out every night.
"Amanda, relax. It's nothing illegal."
"But I never see you go to work and you party every night."
"Wait until summer break, and I'll show you. Come on, let's get to the gym before we're late for our class."
Working out regularly was something Sabina had gotten me into from almost the day she moved in. I was just shy of 23 and used to a slender form with a cute ass and perky breasts. Now that I worked out daily, my body was tight all over. I had to give Sabina credit for pushing me to get my body in such good shape.
It was fun to go out with such a tight body. The men loved it and I always had my choice of guys and a few ladies to dance and grind on. Sabina had gotten me a few short dresses to "celebrate" my hot body. On weekends, she took me to all the best clubs.
One Friday, just before summer break, Sabina said to me, "After the gym, I'm taking you out, girl. We're gonna look so sexy AND we're going without panties," grinned Sabina.
"What? No!" I all but yelled at her.
Sabina smiled, but said nothing. Later we did go out to a new dance club. She got us in right away. Sabina could always do that.
Sabina ordered us drinks. I drank mine too quickly, and hadn't had enough to eat. The alcohol hit me hard. Sabina ordered me another drink.
"Come on, Amanda, bottoms up."
I drank the other one just as quickly and felt the alcohol almost immediately.
She hooked arms with me. "Come with me," Sabina whispered into my ear. I thought she wanted to dance, but Sabina brought me to side hallway and pushed me against a wall. She leaned in and kissed me. I was surprised at first and my body went stiff.
"Just go with this. Kiss me back. Let me touch you," Sabina whispered in my ear.
It was probably the combination of alcohol and the fact that I hadn't gotten any in awhile, but I kissed back with gusto. My hands were all over Sabina and hers were all over me. Sabina pulled away and squatted down in front of me.
"Ok, girl. We gotta get rid of these panties and get to dancing."
I felt Sabina's hands snake up my now too short skirt and pull down the waist band of my thong. Soon the thong was sliding down my legs.
"Put them back up," I hissed.
Sabina ignored me as she gave my thong a strong pull. I heard the fabric rip.
"Oops, guess you can't wear your thong anymore."
Sabina helped me step out of the thong and then flung the wisp of fabric down the hallway.
She stood up and got close to me, grabbing my hand. I felt her guide it under her skirt to her bare pussy lips.
In my ear, she whispered, "Play along because this is how you're gonna make so much money. They're watching now."
"Who," I demanded in a whisper as I felt Sabina's hand slide under my skirt and plunge into my opening. I was becoming so turned on. My labia were swollen and wet.
"Rich men," Sabina whispered and then nibbled on my earlobe while rubbing my clit.
I groaned and let my head rest against the wall. My hand began sliding up and down Sabina's pussy, plunging my fingers into her.
Sabina leaned hard against me while I got her off. With a strangled cry, I felt her squeeze around my fingers as she came.
"Damn, girl, that was good," she purred while extracting my soaked fingers from her pussy. She pulled them up to her mouth and slowly sucked one finger at a time. Her red lips puckering around each finger as she did.
Sabina's face became serious for a moment as she leaned forward so her mouth was to my ear. "Act like I'm kissing your neck. Smile and moan a bit."
I did my best to comply. Sabina grabbed my breasts and began massaging them through the fabric. My nipples became hard and I moaned for real.
She continued to whisper in my ear. "We're going out on the dance floor. A group of rich men will approach us. Refuse them nothing and I mean nothing. Once we step out on the dance floor, your body will be theirs for as long as they want it. It'll be fun and so worth it. I promise."
I didn't fully understand what she was telling me. I just knew I was so turned on that my pussy's wetness was sliding down my inner thigh. Could I really do this? I put that thought out of my head, looked at Sabina, kissed her, and then grabbed her hand to lead her out to the dance floor.
The bass hit my body immediately and I began to move. I held Sabina's hand and began to grind on her. Sabina had gotten off and I felt like I was starting to burn up with a need to get off myself.
Suddenly a masculine arm was wrapped around my waist and pulling me toward a muscular body. I tried to resist at first, but Sabina shook her head no.
"That's a good girl," the man whispered in my ear. He sucked my ear lobe for a few seconds and then whispered, "Your body is mine now."
I mutely nodded as I felt his hand slide up and down me. He grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple hard. I let out a soft moan.
"The little minx likes her tits grabbed," the man whispered in my ear as he slid his hand under my dress to grab my bare nipple.
My head rested on his shoulder and I again nodded mutely.
I watched another man approach. He was tall, muscular, brown hair, blue eyes, and so fucking hot. His white button up shirt and black slacks fit him perfectly and were clearly expensive.
"Jeremy, who is this enticing piece of ass?" the man asked.
"Hey Dylan," Jeremy greeted, "I never asked her name. She came with Sabina. But her ass and tits have made me so hard."
Dylan leaned forward, put his hands on my waist, and asked, "Hey, pretty girl, what's your name?"
"Amanda," I answered.
Dylan looked up, gave Jeremy a smile that made him look even more handsome, and said, "I like this one. So obedient."
Jeremy chuckled, his hands still groping my breasts. "Fuck, she has some hot tits. You gotta feel them."
Dylan reached out a hand and began feeling my breasts over my dress. "Damn, they are nice," agreed Dylan. "Jeremy, let's get a look under the hood. Is she wearing panties?"
Jeremy slid my dress up, exposing my pussy. I knew I shouldn't let him do it. Anyone could see my pussy. I felt Jeremy's knee between my legs, pushing them open. "Be a good girl. Let Dylan see that pussy of yours." I complied, spreading my legs further.
This was so crazy. I stood in front of two strange men, in the middle of a busy club, naked from the waist down, and my pussy was glistening with how wet I was.
Dylan stepped closer to me and said into my ear, "Don't worry, Amanda. We've claimed you and that wet pussy of yours. We promise to take good care of you."
I nodded again. I felt Dylan's hands slide between my pussy lips. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and opened my legs wider.
"You're such a good slut, aren't you Amanda," Jeremy whispered in my ear. I nodded, while feeling Dylan's fingers enter me. I was so close, just a few more strokes and I would be crying out loudly on the dance floor.
"She's close. Don't let the little minx come yet. The others will want to see her pretty pussy," Jeremy said while pulling my dress down and forcing me to shut my legs.
I gave a whimper of protest. Both men laughed. Dylan added, "This little slut is on fire. Her pussy is dripping. Sabina did a good job warming her up for us."
I should have been offended. The two men talked about me like I was just there for their amusement. That thought only turned me on more.
Dylan grabbed hold of me, tucking me under his arm. He smelled good and I leaned into him. Jeremy came up next to me and grabbed my ass.
"Fuck, she's hot. Look at those blue eyes, fuckable lips, and long brown hair," Jeremy exclaimed.
Dylan nodded and added, "She's a good contrast to Sabina with Sabina's blond hair. They'll look good together at private parties."
"Hey there, baby girl, you want to come to our private parties, right?" Jeremy asked. It was the first time I had gotten a look at him. He had black hair, olive skin, and dark brown eyes. He was so handsome.
I nodded, and said, "Yes."
"That's a good girl," Jeremy said as he squeezed my ass again. "Come on, I'm getting you a glass of wine."
Both Dylan and Jeremy guided me to the bar. As we approached the bar, Dylan whispered into my ear, "Rest your elbows on the bar and stick your ass out as you bend forward."
Once at the bar, Jeremy pulled my dress down so almost all of my breasts were showing. "Be a good girl and lean forward so the bar tender can get a good look."
I leaned forward over the bar, with my ass sticking out. I noticed one of my breasts was completely exposed. Dylan leaned next to me, grinning.
A tall bar tender with skin the color of dark chocolate approached us. "Hey Dylan," the bar tender nodded. The bar tender's voice was a sexy bass that sent shivers down my spine. I stared at his deep brown eyes and full lips, wondering what they'd be like to kiss.
