Date: Tue, 06 Jun 2000 20:38:03 EDT
From: Kathleen X <kathleenpics@hotmail.com>
Subject: Random Fuck (f/f, mf, fmf, Bisexual Encounters)

Random Fuck
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	Sometimes I just like to walk around the local shops thinking about
which stud would enjoy fucking me the most.  I don't really judge a man by
how handsome he is, but by how much fun it would be to rock his world.  I
think about the guy with the suit and tie and how I could convince him to
spank me, and I think about the rough looking biker and how I could make
him beg me to take off my panties.  I even look at the women and think
about how they would react if I walked up to them and said "I would love to
lick your pussy."

	Sometimes I take the fantasy even further when I wear my favorite
yellow skirt without any panties.  Fox example, I once walked into a shoe
store and nearly killed the clerk who was helping me try on shoes.  You
would think he never saw a perfectly shaven pussy before.  He looked young,
so maybe he never did.  I went home that day and used my thickest dildo
thinking about how he was going to be thinking about me and playing with
himself.  Kind of like a star cross orgasm you know?

	But once, I actually decided to go out and sleep with a total
stranger.  I didn't tell my husband, I didn't even tell my closest
girlfriends.  I woke up the other morning, took a nice long bath (making
sure to shave extra close) and after my hair was done, I dressed to kill.
No I didn't put on a really short skirt, or tight jeans.  Instead I opted
for a nicely conservative gray skirt and blazer.  I looked like a CEO for a
fortune 500 company, except I'm pretty sure that they wear panties to work.

	I found a small Deli near a large group of office buildings and
waited for my `lunch' to arrive.  I didn't take too long, maybe 15 minutes,
before I spotted the man I was going ravage walking in the front do.  He
was 30-something, dressed in business casual, and alone.  I think what got
me so excited about him was his `average-American-guy' look.  I also loved
the way her carried himself.  Very confident, but not cocky, and he moved
like a dancer stepping lightly into the building.

	As he was giving his order to the waitress he caught me staring at
him.  Normally I am painfully shy, but that day I was not about to back out
of my plan because I was too afraid to make eye contact.  Instead of
turning away and acting like a little schoolgirl, I just smiled and mouthed
the word "Hello" to him.  He stood up and came over to my table and asked
if he could join me for lunch.  I didn't even finish saying "of course"
before he was making himself comfortable across the table from me.

	We exchanged names and some small talk about where he worked and
then he asked me what I did for a living.  I thought about making up a lie,
but caught myself and told him that I run an adult web site.  He didn't
even blink at my response before telling me how cool he thought that was.
Was this guy unshakable?  I wanted to put him to the test right then and
there so I asked him if he would like his own private show, on the house.

	That worked.  He nearly choked on his Pepsi.  When I stopped
laughing at this I told him I was serious and that he should take the
afternoon off from work.  Two seconds later he was on the phone and
plopping down money for a lunch that hadn't even been delivered to his
table yet.  You want to talk about feeling special?  This guy was changing
his entire schedule for me.

	I got in my car and followed him back to his place, the whole time
wondering if I was taking this too far and if I should just turn left
somewhere and get lost.  But I'm the kind of girl who will stick to
something once my mind is made up.  And I decided I was going to fuck that
guy.  What was his name again anyway?  Bill, Bob, something with a B?

	Whatever his name was he lived about 20 minutes away from the Deli
and in an average suburban house.  We pulled around back, to avoid the
neighbors watchful eyes (I'm guessing) and came in through the garage
entrance.  Just looking around the house I knew he was married because
everything was picked up, and men don't usually hang curtains on every
window.  What I didn't know was that his wife was home waiting for us.

	The first thing out of her mouth was, "Do you always try to fuck
married men?"

	Oh shit.

	Then she smiled and got in my face, lips touching, and said, "Well,
if you are going to fuck THIS married man, you are going to have to go
through me first.  Literally."

	I instantly dropped to my knees in front of her, smiling, eyes
closed and face up.  How quickly the tables had turned on me.  I thought I
was going to have this stud all to myself, and he pulls this on me?
Groovy.  I could handle that!

	She shoved my face into her still-clothed crotch, and I began
working my mouth like there was a pussy there.  Licking and sucking,
breathing my hot breath through the fabric of her jeans, I kept my hands
down at my sides felt her husband pull them behind me and handcuff my
wrists together.  I didn't think I was in any danger but I was still
scared.  I guess it showed in my performance, because my head was pulled
back by my hair and his wife looked at me, almost lovingly and said, "You
are going to be treated very well, don't worry.  It's just that Ben likes
to tie people up, and I'm too claustrophobic to let him.  You wanted to be
his fantasy girl right?"

	Ben!  That's what his name was.  Of course I wanted to be his
fantasy girl, but more then that I wanted him to be my fantasy man.  Then
again, women are always a big part of my fantasy as well.  I nodded my head
yes, and Ben's wife took two steps back and began to undress in front of
me.  She looked about 32, with short brown hair, and glasses.  Her breasts
were small, very perky, and topped with the extremely hard nipples perfect
for sucking.  She turned around for me when she took off her jeans and I
could tell she worked out every day because her ass was perfect.  Not to
big, not too small, and perfectly round, I have don't have doubts that you
could bounce a quarter off her ass.

	Ben must have been getting undressed too because the next time I
noticed him he was setting in a chair fully erect and watching his wife
dominate me.  His cock was about 6 inches long, and very thick and ended
with an even thicker head that I hoped I would eventually get to suck.

	My attention was drawn forward again towards his wife when she
pressed my face into her crotchless panties and ordered me to suck her
pussy.  I leaned into it and gladly busied my tongue and mouth with the
task of bringing her to orgasm.  I could feel her hands on the back of my
head directing my face to lick her where she wanted and when she wanted.
She would pull me into and out of her croctch almost as if she were fucking
my face.  I was having a hard time catching my breath but knew that it
didn't matter.  She had to cum before I would get another chance to rest.
I felt her pussy get wetter and wetter with every lick, and heard her
breath louder each time I sucked her clit in between my lips.  She didn't
make a sound until my oral pleasuring finally brought her to her first
orgasm and she let out a very loud, low moan that must have lasted a full
minute.

	Ben walked over and asked his wife, (Tony) if I passed, to which
she breathlessly nodded her head and pushed my over on my back.  The
handcuffs started to dig into my skin a little bit, but I was doing ok, and
ready for whatever was going to happen next.

	Ben kneeled down between my legs, spreading my dress up high on my
theighs and began to rub his cock on my clit, like he was fingering me with
it.  I knew I was already wet, but this made me so moist I could actually
feel it drip down between my legs.  Tony asked me if I was ready to be
fucked by her husband and I actually heard myself should yes.  I didn't say
it, I shouted it.  I was ready, and I wanted him in me.

	I had my first orgasm that night when Ben shoved the entire length
of his cock into me all at once.  I began to flop on the floor helplessly
as the orgasm tore through ever fiber of my body and my pussy clenched down
on Ben's cock.  He waited until my orgasam started to stop and began to
pound me, hard and slow.  Take his cock out very slowly until the head was
just barely touching my pussy lips and them slamming the whole thing in,
slapping his balls against my ass.

	As I was starting to get back into the groove of things Tony
climbed on top of my face and told me to make her cum again.  Talk about
lucky!  I had a thick cocked man in my pussy and a hot woman on my face
using me for their pleasure.  I felt Tony reach down my top and start
pinching my nipples and kneading my tits.  Ben must have got a similar idea
because I felt bigger hand reach up under my shirt and cup my breasts.

	Ben began to grunt with every stroke and Tony was really grinding
herself into my face hard -- when I felt, without any warning Ben empty his
balls into me with his deepest stroke of the night.  Then I heard Tony's
low moan again, only this time it turned into a high pitched shriek at the
end of her orgasm, which sent me way over the edge for my own second
orgasm.  I didn't even feel the handcuffs cut into my skin as my entire
body convulsed.

When Tony got off of my face, Ben leaned over and kissed me on the lips,
cleaning his wife's juices from them.  Helping me stand up he told me that
he hoped I had a good time.  I couldn't even answer I was so winded, but he
knew my answer was yes.

	After the handcuffs were removed, Ben walked me to the door and
told me to come back whenever I wanted.  I never did go back.  I don't
think it could have ever been that good again because I didn't expect his
wife to be home, and I didn't expect to lose control of a situation that I
had started.  I still go out looking for that more random fucks, but Ben
and Tony, I'll never forget those two.

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