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Naughty But Nice @ Bi-Con

By: duckandbunny79



I have not always been successful with guys, when I first started dating, I never seemed to get the attention from the guys I craved, instead I tended to pull the more nerdy blokes who never really held my interest for long. After a while I realised that part of the reason for this was my tits, I only had small b-cup tits and when the boys were growing up, it was always the girls with double dd's or more who got the pick of the bunch.

However I did have something's going for me; namely my brains, as soon as it dawned on me that pulling guys was a competition and that I lacked in certain aspects of that competition. I changed my game plan getting guys to notice me by other means. To start with the skirts got shorter. If I did not have the tits to pull guys, I could still use my legs and flaunting my legs soon gave me another realisation. Men prefer not to work hard for a girl. If a girl was obviously available, she was going to get a pick of the guys a lot quick than someone with the right assets but not the right attitude as far as men were concerned.

When I was younger I had to be careful, not particularly because I was worried about getting a reputation amongst friends, but I certainly did not want my family to know about my open attitude to sex and to become ashamed of me.

I'm now older, independent and lived far enough away from family that my sexual escapades would not be caught by my family.

One of the problems associated with being 'easy' was that giving it up early to men, lead to a lot of one night stands and guys who could not be bothered to make the effort to try and date me as they had already basically got what they wanted. Some women would certainly view this as being used by men and demeaning to me. However, I was quite happy with my approach to relationships. I actually enjoyed sex and so found the whole dating scenario quite dull, having to go through several dates to just get what both partners wanted which was some bedroom action. If I wanted to go out to the cinema or for a meal, then I had friends who I could go with. I was more than happy, whilst out dancing, to tell a guy I fancied within the first dance that I wanted him to come home and plunge his cock into my twat. It shocked a lot of guys, but it also got me what I wanted more often than not and whilst I was not against foreplay, I did not want to waste the whole night snogging and groping to be left with a man too drunk to perform. I would much rather have him at my flat by 11pm in a fit state to fuck me at least once or twice.

On the occasions where I was feeling especially horny, I would drag them back even earlier than that, with the aim of fucking them and getting back out to the club by 11pm to still find another man to replace the one I had exhausted. Of course other women did not like this and felt I was cheapening myself, but from my point of view, these women were out dating looking for a man for more than just sex, maybe the possibility of a longer term relationship. I did have long term relationships and one thing I did find was that in my long term relationships, I knew the men were not dating me just to get into my knickers as they had already been there and had come back for more than just sex.

I had no problem with the way I lived my life, it was against the normal grain of women holding back on sex and not putting out to early, but I enjoyed fucking and could not see the point in wasting what little time we have playing games. The other advantage of my sex life was that because I had been with so many men, that even on nights where I did not want to go out looking for sex, I had a bevy of men who would be more than happy just to come over and fuck for a few hours before going home again with no further expectations.

Currently I was between fellas and was enjoying my independent life once again. This weekend I had decided to spend Saturday night out with my best friend Lis. I had travelled up from London to Bradford and we were going out for a night. It was the annual bi-convention and this year it was in our home town. Lis had been with her partner for a long time now and married for 6 years. Whilst I had been known to fuck women, generally this was more in a threesome scenario whilst playing with other men. Lis had been bi when I was at Uni, but since then had been in a long term relationship with Marcus. I was aware that they on occasion they went swinging, but that was together as a couple. This weekend was just some fun and drinks for Lis and me to catch up. We had, had a good night out catching up on old times and having fun dancing. Lis had flirted with a few girls, as had I with a few boys, but nothing serious as neither of us was really on the hunt for a fuck. Lis because she was married and not the cheating type, although a little light flirtation never went amiss. Myself because I was staying over with Marcus and Lis and I could not really take a fella back to their place to fuck and I was way past doing it in alleyways.

Lis and I, had been out drinking since 6pm and for Lis it had been a while since she had done any hard drinking. So by ten Lis was worse for wear and I decided it was best to call it a night and take my friend home. As the Taxi pulled up I got out and knocked on the door, I then went round to the other side of the taxi and grabbed hold of Lis by the arm, Lis was semi-conscious at best by now. As we staggered to the door, Marcus had just managed to get to the door to open it up for us. "Let me get her arm over my shoulder!" Marcus said. He took the weight of Lis from me and then together they staggered up the stairs. I slumped myself down on the sofa, the TV was on with some ads running. It was still early for me so I decided to make myself a cuppa before heading to bed. As I made my Tea, Marcus came back down to thank me for getting Lis home safe and sound. "No problem, we had lots of fun and had a great time catching up; it's been a while since we got together!"

"What are you watching?" Marcus was a little unsure, and just said he had been flicking through the channels when we got back and knocked on the door. The adverts had just finished, it was ITV that he had ended flicking to and a film had just restarted, it did not take me long to recognise it as Basic Instinct. If he had been trying to hide what he was watching before we came home, he had certainly been unlucky picking the one channel from hundreds with this film on. I noticed the laptop was also on the floor with its lights still flickering. Which explained a few things, he had probably been wanking to porn on the laptop, not expecting us to come home so early. He did the first thing he could do, which was close the lid and turn on the TV, before coming to the door. I thought he had been a bit slow answering the door given the staggering I had to do with Lis to get to the door.

Marcus was dressed in a fluffy, white dressing gown with tartan PJ bottoms on. I decided I would have some fun with him before heading off to bed. Rather than sitting on the opposite sofa, I sat down next where he had left the laptop. Meaning he had to sit next to me or make an obvious move of himself and the laptop to the other side of the room. Marcus sat next to me, on screen Sharon Stone was riding cock, her tits out on screen. Marcus was going red, and picked up the remote to change the channel. I told him he did not have to change the channel for me, but he did all the same, switching through the channels until he found one of the channel 5's showing some CSI.

Whilst he was doing this I picked up the laptop and asked if I could check my email. Before he could answer I had opened the lid and the screen flickered into life. He had only had time before answering the door to shut the lid; he had not turned it off or shut it down. As the screen flicked back on, there on screen was a close up of a cunt being fucked by a very large black cock. Marcus started to stammer some kind of apology, some excuse for watching this filth. (Not that it bothered me in the slightest) but it was fun to see him squirm. Although embarrassed, the fact that he was in pyjama trousers, did not help hide the fact that he had previous been enjoying this clip and even though embarrassed outwardly by me seeing it, he was still inwardly thrilled by the sight of this woman's cunt being ploughed by the thick member on screen.

"No need to apologise to me Marcus" "It's perfectly fine, although I bet you wish you had left Basic Instinct on now, rather than boring me with CSI?"

As the action continued on screen, (the close up on the genitalier did last for some time!) it became clear that the scenario being played out was that of a husband watching his wife getting fucked. I decided to embarrass Marcus a little more before going to bed and allowing him to relieve himself. "So is this the kind of thing you enjoy doing when you and Lis go swinging? You like to watch Lis's cunt being fucked by black guys?" He stammered a no, then tried to back track, stopped himself not wanting to admit what they did do in their private sex life.

In the end he settled on, "well we play with all sorts of people but its more couples, than me just watching Lis." By now I was getting hot, the action on the screen had got more intense as the black guy pummelled the girl's cunt, and his cock came out glistening in her cream. At this point I was more than happy with having embarrassed Marcus and decided I'd call it a night and go finish myself off, whilst Marcus did the same with his little film. 

I told him not to worry and I would not tell Lis, it could be our little secret and I totted off to bed. The image of that girl fucking hot cock stayed with me as I climbed up the stairs to bed. I had no vibrator with me, but I was sure there must be something out there to help me get myself off. I looked around the room and found a hair brush with a nice phallic shaped handle. I made sure it was a neat as I could get it and then pulled off my t-shirt and jeans. At this point out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the door was further ajar than when I had come into the room. There outside the room was Marcus, watching me strip off, his cock was in his hand, and whilst shocked that he would be so bold as to watch me undress. Seeing the size of his cock, my mind went back to the film, he was at least the same size. I decided to continue stripping, my bra came off as I walked to the door, I opened it and then what came out my mouth surprised us both. "I'd feel a whole lot better if you watched me in the room rather than from outside where we might both get caught" I pulled him inside by the hand, shut the door behind him and then continued to remove my panties. Marcus could not believe his eyes; I had hardly missed a beat. I then lay down on the bed and took the hair brush and started to move it in and out of my cunt. There I was laid stark naked in front of my oldest friends husband, a hairbrush in my cunt and my eyes fixed on his cock. He had not moved at all just stood pretty much open mouthed at my boldness.