Kate Ross was a lot of things. A 34 year old wife. A mother. A best friend. A supermarket shelf stacker. But most of all Kate Ross was an insatiable slut.
Take right now. Right now Kate is in the store room of the Tesco store she works in, where she is supposed to be putting out a box worth of custard creams but is rather on her knees with an eighteen year olds cock in her mouth giving him the best blow job of his young life. And Kate is rather good at giving head (she's had a lot of practice). While her lips and tongue are working their magic Kate is all too aware that they run the risk of discovery and decides she needs to bring this little encounter to an swift conclusion.
She knows all the tricks and while her left hand curls itself around young Tom's balls and gives them a squeeze her right hand reached behind him and she inserts her left middle finger up his asshole and wiggles it until she finds the spot and presses it. In seconds he floods her mouth with youthful, sticky, sour tasting cum and she sends him on his way, still pulling up his pants.
As Kate gets up off her knees and wipes cum from her lips and smacks her tongue in her mouth she is momentarily surprised by a voice behind her in the dark.
"Good break Kate? Hope he tasted good."
Kate turned and smirked at her best friend since school, Miriam before answering her.
"Not bad, I've had worse. Certainly he and his friends will do fine for us on Thursday night."
"Hope you've left some juice in his tank Kate and not sucked him dry! You know how we girls enjoy our Thursday nights at Emily's!"
Ah Thursday nights! Now we can get to the meat of the matter. Four women with much in common. All working at the same supermarket and all nymphomaniacs. Every Thursday three of them (Kate, Miriam and Claire) make their excuses to their respective spouses and meet at Emily's house. She's a widower so has no lies to make just fun to have. It started off innocently enough, just four friends having a wine and fantasy evening, telling saucy stories and indulging in their own little fantasies but it soon grew into something altogether bigger and more serious. They soon started getting riskier and more daring, the clothes came off, breasts were bared, then fondled, pussies revealed then fingered, then men appeared and very quickly things were little more than an orgy every Thursday night. Orgies that even Bacchus would be proud of.
Kate was last to arrive that Thursday, but that was forgivable given she was directing the four lads from the supermarket for the night. There was always fresh, young, male meat for them at the Supermarket, just waiting to be corrupted and seduced by these wild, kinky women. The four teenagers tonight would be men by the time the night was over and would have done things they might never do again in their lives. The women would make damn sure of that.
Like I said things happened at Emily's house, she was a widower in her fifties but had the sexual outlook of a randy teenager. She had seen and done it all in her life but was always happy to do it again. She was naturally dominant and loved being in control -- of men or women. For her age she was quite a striking woman, jet black hair and a large bust you could quite imagine her as an Amazonian type in her youth.
She handed a second glass of red wine to Miriam and stood over her, both just waiting. Miriam was Kate's best friend from school days and they had been close ever since. Hell they even looked alike, both with straight shoulder length brown hair and a shy, mousy demeanour that held their voracious and perverted sexual appetites well in check.
The fourth member of their group was quite the anomaly. Claire was the youngest by far, her part Asian looks particularly beautiful, especially with her long dark hair and tiny, petite figure (she was under five feet tall). And she was married to quite the serious religious young man, and played her part as his doting wife to perfection. But on nights like this she was a kinky little bitch and would put anything in any orifice. Indeed if it were not for Kate she would be the dirtiest of them all, but nobody was quite as dirty, as nasty and as sleazy as Kate Ross. As she was amply demonstrating in the car en route to Emily's right at that point.
While one of their teenage co-workers drove (rather distractedly) and another was turned around in the front passenger seat, Kate was sat between another two teenagers in the back seat. She was wearing a totally unbuttoned white blouse and a pushed up denim mini skirt and she had the guys hands inside both as the car rocketed along. Kate Ross was a whore, a slut, a nympho, a slag, a slapper and she loved it. She was quite literally addicted to cock. To be fair to her husband it was not likely that any one could keep a slut like her satisfied.
While she was having her tits and her pussy roughly groped by these desperate youngsters she was ably using her own hands, each one had a hard cock in it and she was wanking both the guys sat beside her, they wouldn't be cumming yet though, she'd save that for the party. This was just a little warm up!
All the guys at work knew about Kate Ross, she was an easy fuck and a good one too. She pushed the boys hands from her body and released their straining cocks but any complaints they may have had about that were quickly forgotten when she lowered her head and took turns slurping on the two dicks on either side of her. She licked their lengths as if they were dribbling, melting ice cream cones in her hand, her tongue lingering on their pee holes and flicking at them.
Oh Kate was such a slut!