0 comments/ 26609 views/ 12 favorites Sexploits By: lordroxbury All characters in the following work are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons – either living or deceased – is coincidental on the part of the Author. Furthermore, as the body of the following fiction involves graphic depictions of sexual activity all characters, unless otherwise noted, are written as being of the majority age of eighteen or older. -Thank You Oh . . . God, literally, those were the only words that would come to mind the last time that I had walked in on my, now former, piece of shit boyfriend cheating on me. There he was. Stripped to his skin, with his untanned, pale, doughy, ass bobbing up and down above the prone form one some skank or another. My only concern – once my initial shock had passed – revolving around if the girl was doing this willingly, or . . . Once I had pulled him off of her she appeared only too happy to grab up her pants and beat a hasty retreat from our apartment. The fallout with the boyfriend dragged itself out over the course of a week and ended up with me couch-surfing with one of my co-workers. And that, is where my story begins. My name, by the way, is Amanda. Despite having an associate's degree in communications I ended up struggling to pay off my college loans by waiting tables in a roadside, California, diner. Not how someone sees their life starting off after putting in the time to get an education. I guess my mistake had been in trying to find work in a world following the collapse of the real estate bubble and all the bail-outs and other government sponsored bullshit that was supposed to correct the flaws in our economy and put people back to work. What none of the career advisers, or professors, or any other faculty at college was telling anyone was that employers were outsourcing our jobs overseas and that the dwindling job market was only open to those select few with experience in their chosen fields. Not those of us looking to get started. Hence, double shifts waiting tables while my degree sat in a frame in a box somewhere and I fielded calls every day from bill collectors and financial institutions offering me help in getting out from underneath the debt of an education which was doing nothing for me. As if that were not bad enough, my shithead boyfriend turns into a colossal ass-hat and starts sleeping around on me. I lose my apartment because his was the only name on the lease and, unless I wanted to give weekly blow jobs to the complex manager, I was homeless! Yeah. My life was pretty much sucking some serious ass at that point. Enter Lindsey. My co-worker. Another waitress without the pretense of having a college education and an aspiring writer. She had overheard me bitching to our boss and had poked her head into his office to let me know that she had a couch that was open if I did not mind sharing a studio apartment. I was shocked to tears by such a sudden show of selflessness that it took several minutes before I was calmed down enough to accept. I had not even paused long enough to hear my new 'roomy' mentioning something about her social life, etcetera, blah blah blah. I even offered her the use of my car – seeing as how she did not have one – in return for putting me up until my next paycheck came in to help with expenses. Lindsey took me back to 'our' place at the end of her shift, gave me the lay of the land, and then we grabbed a pizza to celebrate. This is where things began to become – interesting. I had almost been asleep when the creaking of the bed frame stirred me to wakefulness! Then came the rhythmic breathing and soft sighing of two people trying to be quite while having sex with someone else in the same room. In a studio apartment that kind of thing is inescapable, but as this was only my third night living with Lindsey I thought that she might have been worn out and needing some down time after the previous two nights! "Not again." I groaned into the pillow that I had dragged over my face. Awake though I could not block out the sounds and, if I am being brutally honest, it had been a long time since I had gotten even a taste of what Lindsey was getting on a regular basis. I knew exactly how many (three) condoms there were in the bottom of the large over-night bag which contained all of my worldly goods except my toiletries. I even knew that those poor things were fast approaching their expiration date. The sound of my roomy getting herself some carried to my ears against my attempts to block it out and therefore I figured that if I could not score any on my own, that I might as well live vicariously through Lindsey and her newest 'friend'. I chanced raising myself onto my knees and peeking over the back of the couch. Yes. There she was – Lindsey – stripped naked and grinding her pussy into the face of tonight's main event! My roomy was biting down on her own hand in her best effort to keep quiet as this guy ate her like she was a Vegas buffet. The long absence of anyone willing to do the same with me caused my first physical reaction and I found myself suddenly wishing that, if you will excuse the expression, I had the balls to stand up off the couch and offer him the chance to do the same to me! Already my thighs were trembling and my breath was coming in gasps. In order to suppress my own urges I slipped one hand down between my legs and pressed my palm against the thin cotton of my panties and ground against that. The smell of Lindsey's musk was fast filling the apartment so I figured any of my own would probably go unnoticed. At that point those panties were pushed down my, still quivering, thighs enough that my hand could make some real contact and my fingers could be a little more useful! "Oh shit!" I gasped under my breath as those digits sank inside of me. Christ! It had probably been longer than I remembered because I was tight! My fingers moved inside of me of their own volition. I was having a hard enough time not watching Lindsey and her friend. Especially since things had progressed from simple oral sex and was beginning to get down to the real damn thing! Lindsey was hungrily slurping down a good four or five inches of hard cock at this point while her boy-wonder was keeping his fingers busy with her raised ass and pussy. Her eyes were shut and the breathy sounds she was making around that mouthful meant that he had to have some skills because she was enjoying herself immensely. As soon as she thought he was ready, Lindsey rolled onto her back and with one hand guided him to her opening. She gasped out loud as he sank inside with one fluid thrust though! My own palm and those fingers of mine were already soaked at this point so I pressed the pad of my thumb against my clitoris and focused my motions on grinding against that. My own orgasm – no surprise here – was fast approaching thanks to what my eyes found themselves being treated to. In order to prevent giving myself away I bit down on my bottom lip but never took my eyes off the action of my friend! I don't think later on that Lindsey ever told me this guy's name but I sure would have liked to have known because what he was lacking in length he probably made up in girth, and his skills had to make it all worthwhile from the way that Lindsey was rising into his every thrust and moaning her own pleasure. It really was something to see, and as much as I would love to be able to tell you that I never once lost track of their action, my own sudden and near explosive orgasm made my focus center on myself as I collapsed back against my pillows and ground the mound of my sex into the hand that was now trapped between my own thighs! My head thrashed from side to side and it seemed as though I could not catch a breath. At least I was glad – for once – that I had never been much of a 'screamer' during sex. It must have been a minute, perhaps two, before I regained enough of my senses to again peek over the top of the sofa. My hand came away from me, cramping and soaked, but I felt better than I had in a long time. There must really be something in all the theories about masturbation being a needed release for everyone? I quickly found that Lindsey had rolled onto her knees and was allowing her visitor to drive into her hard enough that the entire bed was shaking with every one of his thrusts! In order to keep quiet she had buried her face into the mattress but despite such precautions I was not having much in the way of trouble with hearing her alternating between encouraging him to 'fuck me' and various and colorful blasphemy as he took her at her word and continued his vigorous use of my friend and her favors! Despite having already had my orgasm I was not in the least bit surprised to find myself wishing that Lindsey and I were in reversed rolls. I looked on, captivated, for a few more minutes before the stud stiffened up and I knew right away that he was orgasmic. Lindsey took all that he offered and did not slip off of him until his spent and withered penis came out on its own and dangled between the two of them. Even flaccid, and in the moonlight spilling through the picture window behind Lindsey's bed, I could tell that he was quite a specimen. When he started to move I quickly sank back onto the couch and feigned being asleep as he dressed without turning on the light. With one eye open a crack I then watched as he crossed the apartment and let himself out. Once I was certain that he was not coming back in for anything I was off the couch and locking the door behind him! My friend and roommate was snoring on the bed at this point and should have been left alone, but I found that I could not help myself. Crossing behind the sofa I approached the bed and her prone form. Her legs were still spread and I could see her swollen and tender sex as it wept his spent load onto the coverlet. Quietly, and with just two fingers, I scooped up some of that and extended my tongue for a taste. Once it was there the smell and flavor of him was not unpleasant. Especially since I was getting some of Lindsey in the mix as well. I savored the lingering smell of sex and that taste for several seconds before thinking of climbing off of the bed and heading back to my couch. "You could have joined in anytime." Came the groggy, albeit satiated, voice of my friend. Not knowing what to say I mumbled and fumbled looking for the right words but to no avail. The bedside table's light flicked on and Lindsey pulled herself into a sitting position so that she could look at me as we talked. She was smiling at me but said nothing else. Finally, either too tired to give a rat's ass or just because she wanted to get some real sleep, Lindsey excused herself to the bathroom and then emerged in a negligee and – I supposed – clean panties. My own had been lost during my masturbation and only once I saw her clothed did it become obvious to me that I was sitting naked and spread legged on Lindsey's bed. All of this after having tasted her and her lover's leavings! "Maybe next time then?" Lindsey teased as she climbed under the covers and turned out the light. Yeah, I thought once my brain started working right again and as I was looking around on the floor, in the dark, searching for my own discarded underwear. I had little doubt that there was going to be a next time. I just did not think that I could be as casual about sex as Lindsey appeared to be? I was no virgin. High school and a string of eager, swinging-dick, boyfriends had seen to that, but I just did not see the appeal of multiple partners in succession the way she apparently did. Despite these misgivings I was thinking back to my own arousal and how easily I had reached orgasm! I had never been one much for masturbation. Not even after I was sexually active and just between boyfriends. I certainly had never cum that easily on my own either. Or with a guy for that matter. I was pretty certain that I could count the number of genuine orgasms that I had reached on just my own ten fingers! Suddenly feeling my own exhaustion I said to hell with the damn underwear and climbed back onto my couch. Even as sleep sucked me under I knew the kinds of dreams that I was going to end up having. I also came to the realization – despite my soul searching – that if an opportunity presented itself, I was, more than likely, going to go ahead and give it a shot. Hell, I might even end up enjoying myself . . . *** I stirred to wakefulness the following morning. My own soreness serving to inform me that vigorous masturbation was best left for the beginning of a sexual drought. Definitely not at its highest point! I could hear Lindsey puttering around in the small kitchenette and the smell of fresh coffee assailed my nostrils. Sitting up on the sofa the first thing my sleep-fogged brain processed was that I was still naked! The second thing was that my discarded panties from the night before were laid out atop the coffee table. I snatched them up and quickly dragged them up my legs until I was covered. "Good. You're awake." Chirped Lindsey as she rounded the end of the couch and handed me a cup of that wonderful coffee. "Morning." I managed. Still wiping the sleep out of my eyes. "Why so chipper?" I chanced asking. Lindsey rolled her eyes. Unlike me, modesty did not seem high on her list of priorities and she sat down at my feet still naked as the day she was born! While she sipped her coffee her free hand was kept busy curling her trimmed pubic hair as she made seemingly small talk. She kept looking at me and then down at her own fingers and then her eyes would find mine again. Almost as though she were inviting my questions. "I did, honestly, try to say something before you jumped at the chance to sleep on my couch." She managed at last. "It isn't that I am a slut, or easy. I just have always loved having sex!" Lindsey paused for a moment, almost as though she expected me to condemn her life choices or some stupid, quasi-parental, bullshit. When I just continued drinking my coffee, saying nothing, she carried on. Sharing with me the stories of her first few times. Then going onto explain that the guys she brought home were, indeed, flings but that she would never risk bringing home a guy with whom she was not familiar from one of the few pubs that she frequented on the nights when she was not working at the diner, or devoting to her book. "If you are interested in meeting someone, and since we are both off today, I would like to have a day out with you." Having said that she stood up off of the couch and padded back into the kitchen. While I was certain that if we met a guy that I liked, and was sure was not a scum bag or an asshole just looking to score, that it was unlikely that I was going to drag him into bed with me just the thought caused some heat to rise from between my legs and my stomach to clinch up at the idea! Before I could caution myself, I heard a strange voice agreeing wholeheartedly to this idea. Only once Lindsey had excused herself to go take a shower did it dawn on me that it had been my voice! Aside from anonymous sex, or one night stands, however you want to characterize what Lindsey was doing, I had also never been one much for hitting the clubs or drinking. That kind of behavior just made the other all the more likely. I also liked to be sober during sex so that I could be in control of my own body and enjoy what I was doing – or what was being done to me. It was not until our second bar then that Lindsey brought a couple of guys over to where I was sipping my third mineral water and watching as she flirted, outrageously, with any guy of her passing acquaintance and with a good enough sized bulge in their jeans or slacks! "This is Andrew." Lindsey said by way of the first introduction. The sandy-haired, business-suited, young man shock my hand gently while his eyes never got any higher than my b-cup breasts. You just had to want to jump into bed with someone that only wanted to get to know your tits! Thanks, but no thanks. "And this charming specimen would be Ian," Her second introduction was done as Lindsey were showing off a new model car. Dark haired, nicely built, and with storm-cloud grey eyes. That was Ian. He looked me right in the eye when he said hello and then offered to buy me my next round. Detecting a spark of chemistry, Lindsey guided Andrew away toward the billiard tables and left Ian and I alone to get to know one another a little better. The reaction building between my, tightly closed, legs was not a good sign for my resolve lasting much longer, but even I had to admit that the guy was not an asshole. . . I barely managed to kick the door shut on the apartment before Ian was back at me with more of those infuriatingly, sensual, soft kisses along my neck and collar bone. Whoever had taught him to make-out with a woman had better be sainted because they had done the female portion of the population a huge favor! We, Ian and I, had spent the remainder of the afternoon and early evening together. Sharing small talk and trading rounds at the bar. He laughed at the idea of someone walking into a bar and only drinking mineral water. I had laughed in return as his assurances that he had not come into a bar with his friend – on their lunch break – not looking for a quickie. We then progressed to dancing to what was playing from the jukebox and the next crack in my resolve had come when he ground against my butt and I felt the first stirrings of him. Even through his slacks I could feel the telltale stiffening and knew enough to realize that Ian was well endowed. A light dinner off the limited menu and more conversation had sealed the deal for me! My mind was still objecting – weakly – but since it was no longer driving this particular bus, who the hell cared? I had found Lindsey and dragged her into the women's room just to get the rest of the evening's plan squared away. "I'm taking Ian back to the apartment." I said before she could even get a word in. Her smile spoke volumes though and she reached into her pocket and handed me the key to the front door. Well, that and a couple of foil-wrapped condoms in case things went in the direction she was anticipating. "Good luck." Lindsey said. "I myself am escorting Andrew to the motel down the street so that the two of you will not be disturbed. Feel free to make use of the bed and try to enjoy it." With that said I watched my friend walk away and out of the bathroom. Okay, I thought to myself in that moment. I guess I am going to try things her way for once. Palming the key to the apartment and fishing my car keys out of my own jeans pocket I went back into the bar in search of my first one night stand. And that brings us back to the two of us ending up in my apartment! Ian's lips were exploring every exposed inch of skin that they could find and my own temperature was spiking with his continued attentions. His hands were also touching and exploring everything that his lips could not get to. When they brushed over the front of my jeans and dipped between my legs he took pause at the heat and dampness they encountered there. Despite having worn panties and thick denim jeans it was only obvious what his attentions were doing to my body! Therefore I did not hesitate now in pressing one of those condoms that Lindsey had passed to me into his free hand. Taking the hint Ian closed his hand over my crotch and pressed it into me! I gasped and was only barely aware of the last bits of my own resistance crumbling away. "Just say no anytime you want to stop." Ian whispered in my ear even as my head fell back and I heard myself groaning in pleasure. Instead of saying anything though I settled for sliding my own hands down until they cupped his crotch and then pulling him into the open space between my, now open and inviting, legs. With the preliminaries out of the way I reached down again until my grasping fingers found the snap at the top of my jeans and popped it open. . . Sexploits Lindsey was probably going to be pissed when she saw what had been done to her desk. At least between Ian and me we had cleared away and neatly stacked her laptop and reference papers onto one of the side tables. Neither of us wanting to take the time to make it to the bed, we had, silently, agreed to use whatever level piece of furniture first presented itself! There had been the kitchen counter, but the height was not right for the both of us so we went with the top of the desk. Now, Ian had me laid out on my back and my pants had vanished somewhere into the depths of the apartment. I was feverishly rubbing at the cotton covered mound of my pussy – since he had not yet removed my panties – while Ian stripped down to his skin, revealing that well-muscled build. When he had finally gotten around to stepping out of his briefs I admit, I had stolen a glance at what was coming, and again heard a low whistle escape my lips. He was not hard – not yet anyway – but still, it was going to be a tight fit! Ian placed two of my pillows onto the floor in front of him and then knelt down so that he was eye-level with the thin stretch of purple cotton which was the only barrier between him and what he wanted. "Please!" I heard someone pleading only to realize that it was me, begging a man that I barely knew, to use me in any way that he saw fit. I felt Ian's fingers as they gently hooked the fabric covering my sex. He did not pull down my underwear though. Instead he settled for tugging it to one side in order to expose my weeping and wanting pussy. I could already feel the moist and sticky dew settling on the upper most part of my thighs and knew that I was more than ready for him. I was just starting to wonder why he did not just put on the damn rubber and end my feverish want, and then I felt those velvet lips and his warm breath against me! Just to set the record straight. Any guy that knows how to make a girl hot without stepping out of their clothes is a gift to women everywhere. A man with a taste, a skill, and a want for eating pussy is immediately elevated to being a treasure. My eyes were closed and my fists were clenched as his lips, teeth, and tongue were expertly used to heighten my arousal until my hips bucked and Ian was forced into draping one of his arms across them in order to hold me still enough for him to continue. I settled for doing my level best to grind myself against his nose and chin as he alternated between kissing and nibbling my labia and then sliding the tip of that glorious tongue inside of me and up my slit until tears of joy were coursing down my cheeks! When the tip of his tongue had finally teased my swollen and sensitive clitoris into making a reluctant appearance he pressed it with the tip of his tongue while sucking me into his mouth and then buried a single finger inside of my pussy as I was shaken to my core by my orgasm! I was not able to utter a sound and my entire body seized up but I was aware that Ian never stopped even as I washed his chin, mouth, and nose in my cum! It might have been five or ten minutes before I came around completely. Thankful for what he had done for me. As consciousness returned fully I became aware that he was standing between my legs with an erection that threatened to split any woman in half! It was obvious – even to someone that was no expert – which I was not, the regular sized condoms were not going to fit. I struggled with trying to remember when my last period had been. I was no fan of unprotected sex, but at this point I wanted to be fucked so bad that I was willing to chance it. Ian stepped between my legs and hooked his hands at the small of my back. I took his hint and guided him toward the entrance to my pussy. I was still highly sensitized from my own climax and gasped as the swollen head brushed against my lips and pressed against my opening! Ian eased the head inside of me and I gasped at the sensation of being stretched and opened for the first time in months! "Uhh!" I groaned as he settled inside of me. Ian was taller than the top of the desk so he used his hands to elevate my hips until my legs were wrapping around his waist and only my head, shoulders, and upper back were flat on the desk top. The angle of my body allowing me to see as he slipped another inch inside of me and my tits bounced as he started to move in short, slow, strokes! MORE, my mind and body screamed in unison so I encouraged Ian to chance more by thrusting against him as he made another stroke inside of me. Tightening my muscles to grip him at the same time I reached underneath the both of us to lightly grasp at his swinging balls! He immediately took the hint and angled himself so that the head of his cock brushed over the general area of my g-spot every time he entered me. The intense sensations, albeit brief, caused me to gasp and moan as Ian built a steadier and harder rhythm and I was finally rewarded when I felt the tap of his balls against the cheeks of my ass! "Fuck me! Please!" I heard someone begging. Was that me, I chanced wondering just before Ian shattered my control with a single, deep, hard, thrust that caused me to cry out! Ian took me at my word and used me vigorously! His thrusts – while not intentionally painful – forced me open and came so hard and fast that I could not catch my breath between them and was reduced to making sounds more akin to a rutting bitch than anything that might come out of a woman's mouth. I did my best to surrender to the pleasures he was bringing out of me. His thrusts were pressing to the neck of my womb and then teasing my g-spot and, still swollen, clit until tears of pleasure were running down my cheeks in competition with the grunts he was drawing out of me by hammering at my pussy in ways that it had never been used recently – or ever – before! My second orgasm slammed into me without any build up! I was riding Ian's thrusting cock one moment and then my mind and body seized up on me as still more pleasure ripped through my body and mind the next! I felt my muscles gripping him as best as they could. Trying to hold him inside as I came, but he was too big and intent on continuing to fuck me through my orgasm! The second one – although coming from intercourse and not oral sex – was shorter than the first. More of an all-over orgasm than one focused and intense from someone giving me the best oral I had ever enjoyed. I remained conscious throughout it and floated in my own body. Watching as Ian continued his feverish thrusting, feeding my hungry slit all the cock it wanted, and then some! I came down more quickly and relaxed somewhat. Ian lowered me back down until the rest of my body and ass was resting back on the desk. His chest and arms were covered in sweat and he was out of breath. Despite having given me two orgasms that were both phenomenal, I knew that he had not cum. And, despite my own mounting exhaustion and fatigue – I had never been a girl for multiple orgasms before – knew that leaving him without his own finish would have ruined the time we had spent together. The suggestion had been mine. A little shocking when I considered that I had never cared much for 'doggy' sex. I was a missionary girl, or one that liked to be in control by riding my partners. Still, here I was, bent over the arm of the sofa and feeling as Ian rubbed the head of that beautiful cock of his up and down my swollen and ready lips. I breathed out as he pressed back inside of me and sank himself to his balls in one glorious stroke. "Ohh!" I gasped. The sensation of being so filled was doubled by the new angle and the deeper penetration. Ian placed his hands on my ass and began moving with fast, short, strokes that made our skin smack together and his swinging scrotum to touch my lips and clit on every inward thrust! He grunted his own pleasure and playfully smacked at my ass as he continued fucking me. I knew, more from shared stories from friends of mine than from actual experience that most guys were not going to last long like this. Probably something animalistic and primal about the position and the feeling that they were taking a woman. "Goddamn" grunted Ian. "How the hell are you still tight?" And I was. I felt my muscles as they wrestled with holding him inside of me. Trying to milk his orgasm out of him as he thrust at my sex. I moaned with every deep thrust and allowed him to use me! After two orgasms of my own it felt like the right thing to do! I gradually became more aware as Ian's thrusts slowly became more erratic and his breathing labored and that his own orgasm was building. That was when I started doing my best to grip him and thrusting back, rising to meet his every entry! At the last he pulled me against himself and I felt him emptying inside of me. The warmth and wetness of his spent cum splashing against the walls of my vagina almost propelled me into another orgasm, but my body was either too spent, or too focused on Ian's pleasure and I did not reach that crest again! I settled for the warm and comfortable weight of him across my back as he collapsed against me and continued to spill inside of me. He did not lift himself off of me until I felt him beginning to shrink and slide out of my cunt. Quickly, I slipped off the desk top and dropped down in front of him. Ian was just hard enough still so I opened my mouth and took him that way. Sucking and milking him until the last of his seed was on my tongue. The combination of our two flavors was a delight and I ended our evening by letting him watch as I took everything that he had to give . . . I awoke in the predawn hours of the morning and felt the immediate soreness of vigorous sex! My inner thighs were tacky from a mix of drying cum – his and mine – and I did not feel up to putting myself through the torture of putting on clean underwear. Amazingly, my others had stayed on throughout the entire time with Ian. I had only kicked them off after he had dressed, kissed me on the lips, and seen himself out to a waiting taxi. I knew that something had been started last night that was probably not going to be a one-time thing. I never saw myself bringing home a different guy on consecutive nights like Lindsey, but at least I knew that there was nothing wrong with a single woman enjoying a man. Much the way that single men – or the scummier married ones – could step out and enjoy a woman. I was oddly comfortable in this bit of moral decay and knew that as soon as I was awake again I was going to be restocking my supply of condoms and other aids. I also knew that the next time I was going to be the one finding my date for the evening. I fell back onto the couch, my fingers brushing through the nest of my pubic hair, and as sleep sucked me back under I knew that this news was going to make Lindsey happy. THE END