19 comments/ 58147 views/ 7 favorites Andrew's Whore By: EroticAmy This is absolutely true: I had a two-month affair with my friend's husband, and it was the hottest, sexiest thing I've ever done. I became friends with Andrew on Facebook after he and I had exchanged witty comments on Maggie's Facebook. One day, I received a private message from him, inviting me over to their house for a surprise birthday get-together for Maggie. Thinking nothing of it, I went over. That night when I got home, I got a private message from Andrew, saying that he had been swept away the moment I walked into his house, that he thought I was sexy and that he couldn't stop thinking about licking my pussy. From that moment on, I could think of nothing else but his handsome face between my thighs, his tongue exploring the wet folds of my aching cunt, and I realized that if I had the chance, I was going to fuck Maggie's husband. I know what you're thinking. What kind of a friend would do that? And I agree with you. I am not a good friend to Maggie. Even worse, I don't feel bad about it. My relationship with her husband was one of the wildest experiences of my life. He made me feel beautiful, sexy, desired, loved... who would regret that? Maggie does not know, and she'll never know. And I think that what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Anyway. Back to my story. Andrew began sending me suggestive, then downright filthy, Facebook messages. As I read each one, I became aroused, and finally consented to give him my phone number. He called me late one night and said, "I want to fuck you. We both know this is going to happen. Now let's talk about when." He finally broke me down. I agreed to let him come to my apartment. He figured out an appropriate alibi and showed up one Saturday afternoon. I opened the door and he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, his mouth covering mine urgently, his hands roaming to explore my body, reaching up and squeezing my breasts as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I don't even remember how our clothes came off, but soon we were in my bed, naked, and Andrew's mouth was traveling over my skin, down my throat, across my breasts, his tongue teasing my nipples before he drew one into his mouth and bit. I've never liked it when men bit my nipples, but somehow, with Andrew, there was a hunger and a desire for me that made it exciting when his teeth pinched the sensitive flesh. He moved down my body so his mouth was level with my pussy, and the moment his lips touched my cunt, it was like an electric shock went through my body. I jumped as he fastened his mouth to my wet, hungry pussy and sucked, hard. I whimpered his name as his mouth worked its magic, his tongue stabbing into my vagina and thrusting in and out like a small wriggling cock. He moaned against my sex, the vibration against my clitoris driving me to an incredible, intense climax as I came against his mouth. He chuckled, a sexy little laugh that I would grow to love and to crave. He moved up and kissed me, letting me taste my pussy on his mouth, and his fingers played between my legs, lightly teasing me until I whined against his mouth like a little brat, desperate to feel him inside me. I could feel his cock against my thigh, long and of average thickness, and I reached down to try to guide it into me, but he moved my hand away and thrust into me with one powerful shove. I grunted as my pussy stretched to accommodate the cock's invasion, and Andrew began to move in and out of me, kissing my lips all the while. After some time, he whispered against my lips, "Get on your hands and knees, Amy." His cock slid out of me as I obeyed – I had no choice but to obey. He made me feel raw, erotic and excruciatingly feminine; I was his possession, and I would do whatever he asked of me. There was no S&M component to this, just a very basic urge for a female animal to please a male animal. In our conversations, I had confessed to him that it excited me to be called a whore, and to be treated like one. When I got onto my hands and knees, he leaned over me, whispering into my ear as he spread my ass cheeks, "You like being my dirty little whore, don't you?" "YESSSSSS," I hissed, meaning it with all my heart. I loved being his whore, feeling his cock slide into my pussy from behind, feeling his hands reach around and squeeze my tits as his hips slammed against my ass over and over, his balls slapping my upper thighs. "That's my girl," he grunted. "Do you feel my cock, you little bitch?" I nodded, unable to speak as another orgasm overtook me. Andrew's hands gripped my ass hard, and I knew he would be leaving purple finger marks in the soft, sensitive flesh, and the thought of being marked by Andrew, having him leave a physical sign of his possession on my body, drove me over the edge and gave me the most intense orgasm I had ever had. At that moment, Andrew came too, pulling my hips back hard against him, letting his juices loose inside my pussy, where I had never let any other man cum. There was something sexy about knowing that my friend's husband was the only man ever to cum inside my body. It made him special, and in some way, it made him mine. And I knew I was going to be his whore for as long as he wanted me. Andrew's Whore: His Birthday Andrew is eight years older than I am. This fact turns him on almost as much as the fact that I work with his wife and have to see her every day, often the morning after I've had his cock inside me. The night before his 44th birthday, we were lying in bed, exhausted and sweaty, wrapped around each other. Andrew's hand lazily stroked my long blonde hair as I nuzzled his neck. "My birthday is tomorrow," he said. "I know," I teased. "I got Maggie's invitation to the party, remember?" He laughed, his hand slipping down to gently massage my bare right breast, his thumb sliding over my hardening nipple. "I don't suppose there's any chance I could convince you to jump out of my birthday cake." "Yes," I said, stretching up to brush a light kiss on his lips. "Your wife would love that." "What if I could convince her to join us in bed?" he asked, and I knew he was only partially kidding. I moved so that I was on top of him, feeling his rapidly stiffening cock against my abdomen as I let my legs slide down so that I was straddling him. My pussy, slick with our combined juices, opened up and I began to rub it slowly along the length of his cock as his hands came up to squeeze my ass cheeks. "You would have to admit to her that we've been doing this," I said. "And after she punched you, she'd come over here and slash my tires. And then," I whispered, kissing him on the lips, "we wouldn't be able to do this any more." I slid my tongue into his mouth at the same time I slipped his cock into my wet pussy. He moaned into my mouth as I began to slowly fuck him, moving my hips in our familiar rhythm. His hands roamed my naked body, finally settling on my breasts. "God, I love your big sexy tits," he said, squeezing them hard in his hands. "Mmmmm, me too," I said honestly. I had always been turned on by men's reactions to my breasts, which, I had to admit, were very impressive. On my relatively small frame (I am five foot three and 119 pounds), my 34C tits were always greatly appreciated by the men I'd had sex with. Andrew, whose wife had startlingly small breasts for a woman who was on the heavy side, seemed obsessed with them. He loved to play with them, stimulating them with his hands, or his mouth, or his cock. Now, he pulled me down so he could take my left nipple between his lips, and he began to suck on it, hard. I felt my orgasm building as he made love to my tits with his mouth, and I cried out his name loudly as I came, my pussy clenching around his hard cock. With a grin, he pulled out of me and slapped my ass. "Want to give me a birthday present?" he asked. "Anything you want, baby," I purred at him, knowing exactly what he was asking. I turned over onto all fours, facing away from him. "That's right, you sexy little bitch," he said. "Get that ass up in the air for me." He slapped my ass again, and I lifted it higher and spread my knees apart. I felt the tip of his cock poking against my asshole, and I forced my muscles to relax as I felt him push slowly into my anus. There was a sharp pain as he pushed the head of his cock into me, then the pain subsided as he pushed all the way into me. "I love that you're such a fucking slut," he groaned, and I felt his fingernails rake down my back as he began to thrust his cock in and out. His hands ended up on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as he began to quicken the pace. "This looks amazing," he growled. "I love the way my cock looks banging that hot little ass of yours." I reached down and began to play with my clit, unbelievably aroused by both his words and his cock invading my ass. My clit was distended and throbbing, and I rubbed and pinched and squeezed it, my juices making it slippery. I felt his hand come down hard on my ass again. "You bad little girl," he teased. "You love being my bad little whore. I bet you'll think about this tomorrow when you and Maggie are at work, won't you?" "I never think about you," I lied. SLAP! I yelped and smiled as his hand smacked my ass again. "Liar," he said, "you love feeling me bang you in the ass, don't you?" "Oh God, yes, baby," I sighed as I felt his balls begin to swell. "Cum inside me," I pleaded. "Oh, you don't have a choice," he assured me. "You're going to feel my cum in that tight little ass. Are you ready for me, Amy?" "Yes," I gasped. "Tell me," he ordered. "Tell me you want to feel me cum in your ass." "Please cum inside my ass, Andrew," I said. "Cum inside me right now!" With a loud groan, he did - his cock throbbed and he pulled my hips back against him, hard, as he shot his hot cum inside me. He pushed me down to the mattress and fell on top of me, his cock still clenched inside my ass, and he kissed the back of my neck softly and stroked my hair as we fought to catch our breath. "You're so beautiful right after I fuck you," he whispered in my ear. "I love you." That was the first time Andrew told me he loved me, and the first of many times I would not say it back.