Hello ladies. Yes, this story is addressed specifically to you (but I know the guys are going to love it, too).
A lot of women who read my work have emailed me saying they masturbate imaging themselves as my sluts.
As I have said before there is nothing sexier about a woman than her mind. She may have a luscious blowjob mouth, big fuckable tits, the juiciest pussy but if she doesn't release her slutdom she's nothing but a distant jerk off fantasy.
All women are sluts at some time of their lives - when they just want to fuck and suck and think of little else, masturbating three or four times a day if they don't have their fuck partner handy. Even the plainest of women...
I'm thinking of Stephanie, a French girl who'd learnt English in the US, who used to be a co-worker of mine all those years ago. When I brought the affair to an end after three months and moved out she still hated me a year later, poor girl!
How did it start? There'd been this big meeting at work one evening and Steph had got very upset and emotional during it so later when I got home I decided to phone her to give her a little comfort. She had just broken up with a boyfriend at the time and was in her twenties, while I was sixteen years older, in what had become a boring long-term relationship and needed to have a mid-life crisis.
She was sort of plain looking, wore big glasses, dressed business-like but she seemed to have quite nice shapes beneath her smart outfits. A very efficient girl, bit of a perfectionist I suppose. In fact she was in everything. Yes, everything as I was soon to find out.
The evening phone calls became a regular thing. When my partner took the dogs out for their evening stroll I'd pick up the phone and dial Stephanie's number.
She was always waiting for me, semi-naked on her bed. We had very quickly got into phone sex and we'd both masturbate as we talked our filth. I had told her I liked a nice bushy, hairy cunt and she had told me that was what she had. Of course it was true as I was soon to discover. I'd also told her how I love to have my cock sucked and she told me how much she loved sucking cock. That was also true. And so I would have her rubbing her cunt and cumming over the phone whilst I described how she would suck me and have me shoot my hot load in her mouth.
Sometimes I got her to masturbate using the phone's hand set so I could hear it brushing through her pubic hair. I'd generally concentrate on making her cum but sometimes she wanted me to orgasm and so, as I rubbed my cock she talked about how I'd fuck her hairy pussy from behind and how she would lick and suck at my cock until she made it spurt. I'd tell her when I was cumming and her talk would get even dirtier.
Eventually this was not enough for her and she kept asking when we were going to do the dirty for real. It happened one Friday afternoon that we both had off. I went round to her little studio and she was waiting with a bottle of good wine from her father's cellar and dressed in a negligee, a wasp-waist sexy corset thing that made her big round tits bulge out, black nylons and black French knickers. You know the ones with an open crotch. She had quite a wardrobe of sexy underwear I found out.
After a few glasses of wine the next thing I remember is us lying on her bed, I was stripped down to my underpants and her face was next to my crotch as she started her exploration of my straining cock. After completely removing my pants she looked at, smelled, fondled, tasted, licked and slowly sucked and kissed every inch of my throbbing manhood. She knew exactly where to touch, how to touch it, for how long and with what! She really was worshipping it like something she had been longing for.
Meanwhile I was discovering the lips of her juicy cunt in her luscious jungle of pubic hair. She placed it over my hungry mouth. It was clean and washed, the pubes were soft with a faint perfume of bath soap but her natural sex odours were oozing like musky honey. As my face revelled in her cunt my cock was experiencing the most delicious sensations as her lips and tongue danced around its hard, shiny head. But I knew that we both needed to fuck. We both wanted to feel the exquisite sensation of hard cock entering soft cunt for the first time.
I lay on top of her and my cock slipped easily and slowly into her soaking cunt, inch by inch until she was filled. She had in fact done a lot of fucking already with her past eight boyfriends but her cunt was tight and gripping me firmly. And then she started the cunt massage, somehow rippling it around my immobile cock. I was learning that she could make her cunt feel like a mouth and later that her mouth could feel like a cunt. If she had continued this massage much longer I would have just laid there and pumped a huge orgasm into her but I still needed to give her a good pounding. And that's what I did.
Here we had a perfect example of an apparently ordinary girl being an absolute sex-craving slut. As I pounded her she moaned and grunted, thrusting back and telling me to fuck her, to make her cum. Which I did. Then I turned her over and did her doggy. She shoved her round bum in the air and spread her thighs, I knelt behind her and watched my big cock thrust in and out of her jungle, and that's what made me cum, seeing all that matted, wild pubic hair, especially around her asshole.
