2 comments/ 80033 views/ 5 favorites I'm Such A Dirty Whore By: searching4soul "I'm such a dirty whore." That's what I'm thinking to myself as I let the hot water from the shower cascade over my body. I can't believe what I had been doing for the last two hours; the thought of the men, their hands, their dicks, sends a shiver through my body that centers itself in my sore quim. I don't dare touch myself; just standing here I can feel the throbbing ache that will stay with my abused body. The pleasure of that ache will linger until my husband gets home next week. I wonder if I'll ever tell him about my little excursion. 4 hours earlier... "My gawd Sue, it's only been five days. How horny can a girl get in that time," Julie asked. I shifted the phone to my other ear. "Jules, you have no idea," I started, "since Pete's been gone I've been hornier than ever. I mean every night he calls and works me to a frenzy. By the time we get off the phone, I'm soaked!" "Do you," Julie paused, "you know..." "Yeah," I squealed, "but a piece of plastic can't replace his hands, roaming my body, touching, rubbing..." "SUZE!" Julie interrupted, "it's ten-thirty in the morning, you can't be talking like this to me, the baby will be waking from her nap soon. You know I'd love to chat more but I'm afraid I got to get going." "Sorry Jules," I said apologetically, "I'll let you go honey. Call me tomorrow?" "Sure thing sweetie," Julie said hanging up. My mind was still running rampant with my horniness. "Maybe a new toy," I thought to myself, "something more life-like," as I admired my petite frame in the full-length mirror. I decided to hit the adult bookstore downtown and see what I could find. I dressed casual, jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Since my 32B's were still perky, I rarely wore a bra, or panties for that matter. I loved the au natural feeling it gave me. Thirty minutes later I was pulling into the parking lot of a two-story building. It was in a rundown part of town that had very little traffic at this time of day. I noticed there were half a dozen cars in the parking lot, none of which looked familiar. With my hair tucked up into my baseball hat and my sunglasses on, I hoped no one recognized me walking into the bookstore. As I stepped inside, I read the sign, "3 Theaters, YOU MUST PAY BEFORE ENTERING!" The clerk barely looked up from behind the glass, he was busy on the phone. I stood and waited; he finally cocked the phone into the crook of his neck. "No charge for the ladies," he said as he buzzed me in. When I walked thru the door, I smelled it, that mix of men and semen. I felt my face flush. There were two guys looking through the videos as I walked in. I felt their eyes on me. As my eyes adjusted to the indoor light I was stunned at the sight in front of me. There were a dozen aisles of porn movies, and another dozen of toys and goodies. As I walked into an aisle of latex dicks, I sensed the two men moving towards me. I was really studying the display of 6 and 7-inch life-likes when a man behind me spoke. "I can get you anything out of the cases that you'd like to handle," he began. As I turned I realized it was the clerk. His speech and stance told me he was a "little on the light side." "Oh, okay," I stumbled for words, "I didn't know there was such a selection." "Every size, shape, and color," he lisped, "just like men." He winked at me when he said men. "I'll have to look awhile," I said, as I weakly smiled, "I've never bought one of these for myself." "I bet you've never needed one before, huh," he shot back through a big smile. "Aahh," I stuttered uncomfortably. "It's okay sweetie," he said touching my elbow, "we all could use a friend like this once in a while." His touch set me afire. "Just let me know if you need any help," he winked again and walked back to his little office at the door. My face was flush and hot. I was all flustered. I looked up from the display and saw an older gentleman at the end of the aisle. He was staring at me and slowly caressing the front of his pants. I was dumbstruck; this guy was blatantly fondling himself in front of me. I couldn't help but stare back. The hand rubbing my ass snapped me out of it, or should I say the back of the hand that was rubbing my ass. I froze. Then I felt his hand squeeze my ass. I let out a low moan. He got braver and put his other hand on my other ass cheek and squeezed. I moaned again, I couldn't help myself. "You like that," the stranger whispered. I could only nod my head. Then he pressed himself against me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt his bulge press into my ass as his hands wandered my body. I moaned a little louder. The guy at the end of the aisle came a little closer. The guy behind me had one hand on my right boob, searching for my nipple through my t-shirt and hoodie, while the other hand was rubbing the crotch of my jeans. I just stood there, helpless, yet turned-on-as-hell. The other guy, the older one, walked up to me and started unzipping my hoodie. He grabbed a hold of my left boob and gently pinched my extended nipple. I felt my knees go weak. "Let's go back to the video aisles," the guy behind me hissed, "the clerk can't watch us as well from back there." My new friend released me and I followed him. He was maybe thirty, about 6'2", dark hair. I couldn't see his face. He pulled me along by the hand, his hand, his fingers, were big, and rough. When we got to the back of the store, I could see one entrance to a theater marked, "bi-sexual." I could hear the music and the moans, I admit now, I was in sexual overdrive. They both got me to the middle of the aisle and went right back to fondling me, except this time they went under my shirt. "By the way," the guy behind me said, "I'm Frank." Frank's hands continued their assault on my crotch. He kept trying to dive into my pants. I finally broke down and unbuttoned my jeans to give him full access. I needed to feel his fingers on my pussy. The older guy, maybe mid-fifties, saw my pants unbuttoned and immediately pulled them down to my knees. He began fondling and squeezing my ass. Frank released me, and I stood sideways between them as they assaulted my ass, pussy and tits. I heard a door open and another guy appeared on the floor. He came out of a door marked: "Straight and Gay Upstairs." He wandered closer to us; the older guy was now trying to get my shirt up to have better access to my titties. The third man, a creepy looking guy, stood a few feet away, again caressing the front of his pants. The older guy, now on his knees, finally got my shirt up high enough to start sucking on my nipples. Frank finally had worked up enough juice from my dripping snatch to reach deep and penetrate my lips. "Oohh," escaped my lips as I grabbed the shelf for support. I arched my butt up and the older guy started rubbing my asshole. "MMMM!" I bit down on my lip as my first orgasm rushed over me. The third guy, the creepy looking one, came closer to us and pulled out his hard dick. He just stood there and jerked off while these men pleasured and violated my body. The older guy swabbed his finger in his mouth and reapplied it to my puckered asshole. My second orgasm racked me as the older guy penetrated my sphincter. The creepy guy moved behind us and was squeezing my ass. I felt him move in and rub his dick between my spread ass cheeks. "NO!" I snapped, "no fucking!" "Back off," Frank grunted, with his finger still inside me, " the lady said no." "Sorry," the creepy guy mumbled. He tucked his deflating dick into his pants and left. "Maybe," Frank started, "we'd be more comfortable in a theater?" "Okay," I panted. Frank helped me pull up my jeans and walked me towards the upstairs door. The older man followed, with his hard-on tenting his khakis. I'm Such A Dirty Whore Ch. 02 This is the conclusion to "I am such a dirty whore." This story picks up where the last one left off. Susan went looking for a new toy and found something totally different. * Once upstairs Frank led me to the 'straight' theater. There were several couches spread out in the room, and showing on the makeshift screen was a small tittied brunette sucking a rather large dick. Frank led me to the middle of the room. I sat down, mesmerized by the action on the screen. Frank sat down next to me, and the older guy sat in the couch next to ours, Frank was on my right, the older guy at my left, one seat away. Frank was sitting real close, with his arm on the back of the couch; his other went right under my shirt to my ever-do-hard nipples. "Do you want to get more comfortable," Frank hissed in my ear, "You can take your pants off." Without thinking twice I slid down in my seat and pulled down my pants. "No," Frank hissed again, " take them all the way off." I slipped my jeans over my tennis shoes, stood up, folded my jeans, and sat down on them. When I turned around to put them on the couch I realized there were two more guys sitting along the back wall. One was a younger guy, he looked barely eighteen, and the other was an average looking, partially balding man. They both moved up in their seats to catch a better look at me. When I sat back down I immediately started rubbing my trimmed pussy. I was still hot from downstairs. Seeing that guy jerking off, the fingers, the lips on my nipples. Frank slipped his hand down my crotch. He pulled on one of my legs and I spread my knees to allow him access. He started fingering me again with one of his fat rough fingers. The older guy from downstairs moved closer and started squeezing my tits through my t-shirt. My left hand was caressing my thigh and my right hand was caressing Frank's thigh. I couldn't help myself. The older guy finally pulled up my shirt and attacked my nipples with his lips and tongue. The balding guy got up and moved to the couch in front of us to get a better view. Frank was slowly fingering me deeper. He kept curling his finger inside me, just brushing my g-spot. I shifted in my seat, and spread my legs wider. Frank immediately slipped a second finger in me. I felt so full with his fingers, I couldn't resist any longer. I had to feel his crotch. I felt the outline of his dick through his blue jeans. It felt huge. I was just about to attack his zipper when I felt him shift in his seat. He got down on his knees and moved between mine. I was a little afraid at first, I thought he was going to try and fuck me. Instead he dipped his head down to my dripping pussy, and gave it a tentative lick. "Oohh, yyyyeeessss," I hissed as my third orgasm rushed over me. The young guy that was still sitting behind me sat down next to me in Frank's seat, he had his dick in his hand. I was so turned on I reached over and replaced his hand with mine. His dick was warm and moist, like it had been freshly sucked on. It was an average sized dick, but as I peered down at it, it looked as if he was completely shaved, I reached for his balls and found them soft and smooth. The older guy, sitting on the other side of me grabbed my free hand and placed it on his dick. His dick was huge, at least nine inches long. I almost couldn't get my little hand around it. And so I sat, listening to a brunette get pounded by a stud as I jerked off two complete strangers, had another licking and sucking my pussy, and a fourth standing there jerking off to all the action. I was in heaven. The balding guy walked around to the back of the couch and started rubbing his dick on the couch just above my shoulder. As I turned to watch, my cheek bumped into his dick. I cocked my head to the side and was just able to lick the side of it as his fist moved down. It felt so hot against my tongue. As my fourth orgasm started to crest, I was moaning. I guess this sent him over the edge as well, because I felt his dick swell on my lips. Moaning through my orgasm, the guy behind me shot his load down the front of my shirt. "Ah, sorry," he mumbled apologetically. I let go of the two dicks in my hands and stripped off my t-shirt. I felt Frank licking lower, trying to gain access to my ass. I finally was able to push him away and stand up. I turned around and knelt on the couch. "Lick away Frank," I groaned lustfully. Frank attacked my ass with a passion; he alternated between tongue fucking my ass and tongue fucking my pussy. The guy that had just came sat back down in the back row to watch. The older guy didn't wait for an invitation, he was up and standing with his monster at eye level. I took one look at it and knew I had to taste it. I grabbed a hold of his balls and pulled him to my mouth. The head was already wet with pre-come. He was so hard, so big. I reached around to his ass and pulled him to me. I tried to get as much of it in my mouth and down my throat as I could. It was only a couple of inches but he didn't seem to mind. When he found how deep he could go, he put one hand on the back of my head and began to face fuck me. I felt so dirty. I felt so horny. I came again. I felt the dick in my mouth begin to swell; I wanted to feel him cum. "Uunn," he grunted. He spurted, I swallowed. He spurted, I tried to swallow. He spurted again, and I just enjoyed it. I guess he usually comes that much, because he pulled his dick out of my mouth after the third spurt and finished on the back of the couch. I finished swallowing the load in my mouth. "Thanks sweetie," he whispered. Then he bent down and kissed me on the lips. I felt his tongue force it's way past my lips. He explored my mouth, and licked the remaining cum from my lips. "You're the best," he said and gave me another kiss on the cheek. Frank had stopped licking me at some point, and was just fingering my ass and pussy. "Fuck me Frank," I pleaded, "please fuck me!" Frank must have known I might want some of his dick, as soon as I said I needed to be fucked I felt his cock sliding into my dripping pussy. I grunted. The younger guy moved off the couch and in front of me, hoping I would suck his dick too. I looked up at him and moaned, "I want to watch you cum." It didn't take him long. He shot a long stream, like a porn star, halfway to the wall. As he came I came again. I had lost count of the number of times I had orgasmed. I didn't care anymore; I just wanted to be fucked. Frank had his thumb in my ass as he fucked me. I felt his balls slap my clit every time he went deeper into me. "Oh yeah," I gasped, "fuck me Frank, fuck me harder!" Frank stepped it, he took his thumb out of my ass and grabbed my hips. He started moving me instead of moving himself. I buried my face into the couch cushion and let out a scream. I was in a constant state of orgasm. I pulled my face out of the cushion. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," was all I could manage. I was Frank's fuck toy. He pounded my pussy for another couple of minutes before I heard him start to grunt. "Shit," Frank groaned, "I'm gonna cum." "Come on my tits," I begged, "cum on my face and tits!!" Frank pulled out and I flipped over. I cupped his heavy balls as he continued to jerk off. I felt his balls tighten up as he came. Shooting once on my chin, the rest splashed across my tits. The last of my orgasmic high peaked as his cum hit my tits. Frank fell on the couch next to me. We both sat there for a few moments gasping for air, trying to collect ourselves. As my heart settled, I realized I was hearing applause, not my pounding heart. Apparently the lunch crowd had come in and we put on a live show. Embarrassed and too spent to care, I cleaned myself up with my t-shirt, pulled on my jeans and zipped up my hoodie. "I'll walk you out," Frank said protectively. We walked out to my car, hand in hand. As we stopped at my driver's door, Frank handed me a business card. 'FMR Construction' "Ah," Frank stammered for words. "Frank," I spoke, "I'm happily married." Frank stayed silent. "This was," I paused and smiled, "I don't know...it was just, something." "Well, I," Frank struggled, "I hope you enjoyed it." "Oh, I did," I squealed. "And," Frank continued, "If you're ever in the mood again, you've got my number. Frank leaned down and gave me a deep soulful kiss. I reluctantly got into my car and drove home. As I stepped into the shower, I wondered if Pete would consider expanding the back patio. Then another thought occurred to me. "I'm such a dirty whore."