0 comments/ 53622 views/ 14 favorites Third Anniversary By: DarkAngelRider Plans don't always work out the way they are meant to, sometimes plan gone wrong have a great impact on lives. This was their third anniversary and they planned to go to a really nice restaurant and have a great time. The place they'd picked was downtown and was usually crowded, put they made reservations well in advance and should have a table waiting on them. Steve was nearing 27 and owned his own contracting company where he was the only employee and his young wife Amanda was 24 and beautiful. He loved her long blond hair and her thin figure, lately he loved showing her off, and she like being showed off, nothing more than dressing up in really sexy clothes and going dancing or out clubbing. This night was special though, and they were going to have dinner and dance a little then come home and make love. She always excited him; during the three years of marriage they made love at least three times a week, sometimes more. And now they added to what was becoming somewhat regular sex the excitement of seeing other guys check her out in some fairly skimpy outfits. She wasn't inexperienced when they met, she had been with a few guys before, but they fell in love and knew they were meant for each other. He was an easy six foot two inches tall, his build was muscular, but what she liked was how he didn't consider himself bigger or stronger than other guys, he thought of himself just like everyone else. This next year they were planning to have a family, but for now they were just happy having fun with each other and enjoying having the freedom to go out and have fun without any responsibilities to keep them home. Amanda came down the stairs that night wearing a flowery dress that came down to mid thigh; it was a flowing skirt with straps over the shoulder. It zipped up in the back and came down just above her breast. She wore white stockings that came up to near her panties with matching heels that changed her stance to show her butt better. "Wow!" Steve exclaimed as he took in the sight before him. "You're hot." "Thanks." Amanda smiled back at him, "you apparently like, huh?" "Yeah," he drooled over her with a quizzical look on his face. "Are you wearing a slip and bra under that?" "Of course, silly." She answered him; she knew he wanted to show her off, the more the better with him it seemed. He'd have her go naked if she'd go along with it. "This dress is practically see through." She stated. "Well, you don't have to be so conservative sweetie." He explained to her, "Relax a little and enjoy yourself." "What do you want me to do, go naked?" she jokingly asked. "No," he answered smiling. "But lose the slip or the bra, one of them." "Okay." She answered slowly. "I'll take the slip off, but you'll see, this dress doesn't hide much." She turned and went back up to the stairs to remove the slip. It didn't take long and she was back down for Steve's inspection. "How does that look?" she asked him. "Great!" he exclaimed. Even with the dim light in the living room he could see her panties and bra, they were lacey and matching. The bra barely came up above the nipples of her tits, and he could make out the aurora of the nipple easily. The panties were equally as revealing, it was obvious that she was not a natural blond. "Looked to me like I was practically naked in the mirror." She said with caution in her voice. "Are you sure about this, won't everyone be able to see me?" "No," he lied, "I can barely see though it and the restaurant will be pretty dark as well." "If this is what you want." She said knowing he was lying. "You want me to go out naked then I'll do it for you." Her voice was a little sterner than she intended. "Don't worry about it." He reassured her, "you're not naked and I'll be with you." "Oh!" Amanda suddenly exclaimed. "We're running really late, let's get going." And with that she grabbed her small hand bag and headed for the door. Steve grabbed his camera and followed her out the door. He snapped a picture of her walking toward the car, and looked at it in the camera screen, yep, he could see right through that dress. She smiled as she got in the car, she loved to be check out. The restaurant was a fairly long ride away and she began to think as Steve drove. She really enjoyed going out in skimpy or sexy clothes, and she would go out naked if Steve insisted, but she'd be scared. She didn't really let Steve know that she would seriously go naked because if she did he'd probably want her to. This all started after last summer when they had a party at the house and after the party things got a little carried away. She remembered most of what happened, but she told Steve she did not. She, Steve, and two of his friends were left behind late at night after the party; they were smoking dope and drinking. She found herself sitting on the couch between the two friends and Steve sitting across the coffee table from them. They were really stoned and one of his friends was feeling up her thigh and she was just sitting there enjoying it. She had on a short dress and was thinking nothing about it; her mind was gone as was everyone else's. She was looking at Steve across the table as his friend kept pushing his hand further and further up her leg. When his hand touched her panty covered pussy she moaned out loud still staring at Steve, she opened her legs to allow Steve's friend better access. Suddenly the other friend was kissing her neck and unzipping her dress. It must have been the dope, because she just stared at Steve as his friend pulled down her dress and undid her bra. She was sitting there topless while one guy was kissing her breast and the other guy was rubbing her pussy through her now wet panties. She just stared at Steve as the two guys pulled her dress down past her waist and dropped it to the floor, then they pulled her panties down and off her feet and she was sitting there naked being fondled by two guys while Steve watched. She wasn't going to stop them, she was going to let them fuck her right in front of her husband and it didn't appear that he was going to stop them either. One guy was rubbing her clit and inserting fingers into her pussy and the other guy stood up and undid his pants. It must have been when his hard cock sprang out in front of her face; she was going to suck it when her husband suddenly seemed to wake up. He told both of them to get out and seemed really angry. She was confused and covered up herself with her dress as they apologized on their way out the back door. As soon as the two were gone Steve was back over to her, he quickly stripped and fucked her on the couch really hard cumming quickly, then took her to bed and fucked her again slower. She knew it had turned him on to watch his friends play with her, but he never mentioned anything about it since then and she never brought it up either. But she fantasized about Steve watching her get fucked all the time; she just never admitted that to him. Since then, for the last year Steve began taking her out in more and more revealing clothes, he began to let her dance with other guys and would take her home and fuck her hard afterwards. She wanted to ask him if he fantasized about the same thing as she did, but she was afraid after how quick he'd turned on his friends at that party. "Hey sweetie," Steve's voice broke into her thoughts. "Where'd you go?" "Just thinking about the fun time we'll have tonight." She lied. "Well, we're here." He announced as they pulled into the parking lot up to the front entrance to the valet parking attendant. "We're really late." She said as she got out of the car into the lights of the entrance. The two parking attendants were checking her out and she turned away from them blushing. "It'll be okay." He reassured her as he tossed his keys to one of the attendants who were smiling widely looking at his wife. He felt himself stir knowing these two guys were enjoying the sight of his beautiful wife. As they walked in they were met by the maitre de. "Reservation for Tremmons." Steve told him. "I'm sorry sir." The maitre de said after looking the reservation list. "It seems you are over an hour late and your table has been given to someone else." "How long do we have to wait for another table?" Steve asked with a bit of an edge in his voice. "I'm afraid we are booked for the rest of the night." The maitre de answered discreetly looking over Steve's wife, but not discreetly enough that Amanda didn't notice. Steve reached in his pocket and pulled out a couple of twenties, palmed them to give them to the maitre de who just stood back and looked somewhat insulted. "I'm sorry sir, but even a large tip will not change the fact that there will be no table available tonight." Steve felt insulted, his anger was rising, but he was able to control it. He had no choice but to leave, so he pocketed his twenties and turned to Amanda. "Come on." He said, "Let's go." He took her hand and led her back out to the valet parking attendants. Before he could ask one of the attendants were handing him his keys, his car had not been moved; apparently they knew the situation before Steve and Amanda went in. One of the attendants was a large long haired blond guy who was just taking his vest off. "Hey you guys looking for a place to eat?" he asked in a helpful way. "Yeah." Steve answered somewhat down from the scene inside. "There's a place about a half mile down the road on the left." He offered. "Not as glitzy as this place, but the food is okay and they have a good size dance floor. You might check it out; it's nicer on the inside than outside." "Thanks." Steve said as he tried to make eye contact with the guy staring at his wife. He smiled as he opened the door to the car and let his wife in. They drove down the road to the other place, he was right, it was nicer inside than out. The parking lot was gravel; the building looked run down, but once inside it looked pretty good. The tables were covered with white table clothes with a nice setting on them ready for customers, the bar side was jammed with what looked like couples and a lot single men. A man in a bartender's apron met them just inside the front door, "You guys want to eat you'd better grab a table, we are about to close the kitchen." He told them with what seemed like a little annoyance. "Thanks." Steve said and they proceed to the first empty table closest to the dance floor. The same guy took their order and brought them their food before going back to the bar to serve the drinking crowd. They could hardly hear to talk as they ate the greasy burgers and equally as greasy fries, the washed it down with beer. Every time they emptied their mugs, the overweight bartender showed up with fresh mugs of cold beer. "The food isn't great," Steve shouted, "but the service is great." Amanda nodded in response; her thought was the bartender kept coming over there to take another look at her body. It was one thing to appear this way in a classy place, but it really seemed scary in this place. After they ate, they got up and danced to a slow dance, Steve pulling Amanda in close to him feeling of her ass on the crowded dance floor. Whenever the dance lights came on he could see right through her dress and each time he got harder watching his almost naked wife dance before him. After the dance they sat back at their table and drank a few more beers, Steve was getting a little buzz, but he could tell Amanda was really feeling the beer hit her. He smiled at her as she got tipsy, a tipsy Amanda was a horny Amanda; he was going to love it when they got home. Nearly every single guy here was checking her out and a few of the guys with their girls or wives were doing the same. She looked hot out there on the floor. The dining room lights were off so they were sitting partially in the dark where she couldn't be seen as well. "Hey man, you mind if I dance with your hot lady?" a voice said in his ear. He turned to see the parking attendant who sent them here standing right next to him holding a beer. "No," he smiled at the guy. "If she wants to dance, go ahead." He walked around to Amanda and said something in her ear, then she looked at him with a question on her face, he just nodded and she smiled. Amanda got up and he took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Steve drank down his beer and another was brought to him, the song was a fairly fast one and he watched Amanda dance with the blond guy who kept his distance except for a hand on her side whenever he got the chance. He expected them to come back to the table after the dance, but they didn't. The next song was a slow one, and they danced close together but not pressed together. He could see Amanda smiling and talking into his ear and him doing the same, she was having fun at last he thought to himself as he accepted another beer from the bar tender. The were almost in the middle of the floor when he saw the two of them were now pressed together, as they turned he could see the blond guy had both his hands on her ass and was pressing himself into her. He wondered if he should interrupt them and rescue her, but as they turned he saw a big smile on her face so he decided not to. The bartender came over and by shouting in his ear explained that he was sorry for the less than great food they had gotten and they had decided to make it on the house. Steve like this guy, and thanked him, when he turned his attention back to the floor he couldn't see Amanda anymore. He got up from the table and began to work his way around the dance floor. He didn't notice the bartender watching him intently as he did. Finally on the far side of the dance floor he spotted the blond guy who was pressing his wife up against the wall kissing her. The beer hadn't gotten to him that much and his anger began to swell inside him, he rushed up on the two of them quickly. He noticed the guy had his hand up under his wife's dress almost up to her panties, she didn't seem distressed but she was pushing his hand down even though he kept pushing up. Just as Steve got there he could see her give up as the blond guys had covered her panty covered ass with his hand. Neither had noticed him there, he was almost transfixed looking at the situation till he saw the blond man slip his hand inside his wife's panties onto her bare ass. "Hey Amanda!" he shouted louder than he intended. She quickly broke the kiss and looked really upset as she tried to pull away from the blond guy. He was slow to let go of her pulling his hand out of her dress looking at Steve with a big smile on his face. He turned and kissed Amanda on the forehead and said something Steve couldn't hear then he turned and walked away. "Come on." Steve said as he took her hand, she was flushed all over and Steve knew that meant she was really excited and well as embarrassed. He led her back to the table where he tried to talk to her but the music was too loud, so he gave up as they enjoyed a beer together. The music level went down after a while and they began to talk and enjoy each other's company. They didn't talk about what had happened with the blond guy, partly because they knew they'd talk about it later and mostly because they still wanted to have a good time together. They didn't notice when the music went off, nor when the crowd began to leave, they just kept talking about plans and things until suddenly Steve noticed they were about the only ones left in the place. He looked over at the bartender, he seemed content to let them sit and talk for the moment, but Steve was sure the guy wanted to go home. They finished their beers and got up to leave. "You guys leaving so soon?" the bartender asked as he came around the bar to stand in front of them. Steve began to fish out the twenties in his pocket to pay him for all the beers. "No, on the house remember." "You're closed right? Thought we'd clear out so you could go home." Steve smiled at him. "Can I at least tip you for the great service?" "Yeah, tip me." The bartender suddenly had an evil smile on his face. "That's what I was thinking too, just sit down, the party begins now." He ordered. "What?" Steve asked turning towards the door and realized there was two guys blocking their exit. One was the blond guy and the other was a smaller red headed guy, they were both grinning as well. "You sit down!" the bartender ordered Steve, "And you come here." He said to Amanda as he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. "Get your hands off her asshole!" Steve yelled back at him his anger rising to rage. He began to move forward when the two other guys grabbed him and pulled him back. Amanda was really tipsy and stumbled towards the bartender as she looked back at Steve being held away from her. "Let him go." She whined as the bartender pushed her toward the table next to theirs. "Calm down hubby." The bartender instructed him. "You can sit and have a beer while me and my boys fuck your little lady here." He laughed as he began feeling of Amanda's ass while Steve struggled to get free. He turned Amanda around to face Steve and his two captors and nodded to the blond guy. The blond guy smiled and with his free hand suddenly hit Steve in the stomach as hard as he could. Steve bent over from the blow as much as he could, his face turned beet red, he felt like he was gonna puke out all the beer that was in him, he struggled to get his breath and hold back the contents of his stomach. After a few minutes he recovered and managed to stand back up to face the bartender, the blond guy was smiling broadly. The blow had taken a lot of fight out of him for the moment, but it had a bigger effect on Amanda. There was a look of horror on her face. "You like that?" the bartender asked her. "Leave him alone you creep!" she yelled out. The bartender put his hand around her shoulders and turned her towards him, "You want your hubby to get hurt more?" he asked with sympathy in his voice. "No." she whispered as she shook her head. "Let him go, pleeaseee." She pleaded with him. "We will." The bartender said softly to her. "But first you have to do what we say, okay?" "What do you want?" she asked even in her intoxicated state she knew. "Tell your husband to relax while we fuck you." He smiled at her. She looked in his eyes looking for any sign of mercy and found none, she knew what he was going to do. "Steve, relax and take it easy, I'll be okay." She said to him softly. "That's not what I told you to tell him." The bartender corrected her. "Steve, relax while these guys fuck me." She said hanging her head down defeated. "Bring him closer so he can watch." The bartender instructed and the two guys walked Steve up close to Amanda and the bartender but not close enough to reach them. The bartender turned Amanda round to face Steve, their eyes locked as the bartender unzipped her dress. She stood still as he pulled the straps off her shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor. Steve looked into her eyes and saw she had given up to the situation and would not resist them anymore. He desperately began trying to think of a way to get lose from these two goons. The bartender unclasped Amanda's bra and slid it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor and the bartender began to feel of her tits. Her nipples responded right away by getting hard and standing out, she loved for her nipples to be played with and it was hard to resist getting aroused as the bartender pulled and twisted them. Steve was really upset watching Amanda standing there in nothing but her panties letting the bartender play with her tits, he could tell by the wet spot on her panties that she was getting excited, what bothered him more was the fact that he was getting hard watching this guy molest his wife. Third Anniversary After a few minutes of playing with her tits, he moved his hands down and pushed her panties off her ass and down her legs till the fell down with the dress. Amanda stood there naked in front of these three strangers that she knew would all fuck her before the night was over. She felt like she was going to cry till the bartender's hand began to explore between her legs, he touched her clit and she felt a shock go through her body. She wanted to resist, but she felt herself spreading her legs apart, and his fingers running up and down her pussy lips which were wet now with anticipation. The bartender turned her around and lifted her up to sit on the table. He quickly pulled his shirt off, kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants, stepping out of them. Amanda looked at him, his large stomach was unattractive, but his cock was as long as Steve's and fatter, it was hard and sticking straight out. "She's wet guys. Make sure hubby can see me fuck her." With that the guys moved Steve slight to the side as the bartender pushed Amanda down to lie on the table with her ass right on the edge. He set one foot in one chair and the other foot in another chair spreading her legs wide. He stared down at her dark bush, the lips were shaved, the bush was only on top. He stepped toward her and began to run the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips. She turned her head and looked straight into Steve's eyes. Steve watched as the bartender pushed forward and the head of his cock slipped inside his wife's pussy. He looked at her face as the guy began to work his cock in and out going deeper with each stroke. Her face began to turn red, it always did when she was enjoying sex, she was looking right into her husbands eyes as the bartender fucked her, then her eyes slowly closed as pleasure over took her. Steve was watching for a few minutes as the bartender fucked her, the bartender had managed to get his entire cock inside her with each thrust and his balls slapped her butt with every thrust. She was so juicy her ass was covered with her juices and every now and then she would open her eyes and look at Steve, then she'd moan and close them again. Steve was confused, his cock was hard watching this guy rape his wife, he wanted to stop it and then again he wanted to watch her get fucked by all these guys. Finally he thought of a way to get loose, the answer was just that, acting like he was enjoying this. "Hey guys," he said to his captors. "This is crazy, I have a camera over there at my table and I'm missing the best shots ever." He paused but they didn't answer him, they were watching the bartender fuck his wife. "What'll you say?" he asked. "Can I get my camera and get some good pictures of my wife being banged by you guys?" "Come on." The blond answered. "You think we're stupid?" "No." he argued. "Look, I'm hard as a rock, let me take some shots, they'll be great!" he almost convinced himself. He looked his wife, she had her mouth open in a small "o" as she moaned and looked at him. The bartender was hammering away at her pussy and she was enjoying it. She had lifted her legs and locked them behind the bartender while he held on to her hips. The red headed guy looked at Steve's pants and could clearly see Steve's hard on. "Hubby is getting off to seeing his wife get fucked!" He laughed. The blond guy looked at Steve and gaffed, "Fine. Take your pictures of your slut." He said and let Steve go. The red head guy did the same. The blond guy turned his attention back to Amanda getting fucked. The room smelled like sex now, Amanda was thrashing her head form side to side as this bartender banged her. The red headed guy was staring as well; the only sound was the slap-slap of the bartender's balls against Amanda's ass. Steve watched for a second knowing his wife was gonna have an orgasm on this creeps cock; he stepped back and grabbed a pool cue from a rack on the wall quietly and approached the blond from behind. Amanda had heard somewhere in the back of her mind that Steve was gonna take pictures of her getting fucked by these guys, she gave up on the idea that he would stop them and just decided to let go and enjoy it. She was getting closer and closer to coming as this guy fucked her with his fat cock, waves of pleasure were coursing through her and she turned her head expecting to see her husband taking pictures. Whack! What she saw was her husband swinging a pool stick and hitting the blond guy's head. The blond guy crumbled to the ground, the pool stick shattered leaving Steve with a short sharp piece. The red headed guy suddenly turned and jumped Steve and they fell to the floor rolling and trying to exchange punches. "Kick his ass!" the bartender yelled as he continued to fuck Amanda. She was concerned and upset for a second, but the cock pounding her pussy soon pulled her away from the two on the floor, she opened her mouth and began to moan out loud as the pace of fucking picked up. Steve rolled over the red head guy, he tried to pin him down, but the red headed guy managed to get away. Steve leaped on top of him as he tried to escape, the two of them landing at the feet of the bartender. Steve pushed the red headed guy down and sat on top of him taking the sharp stick and placing it right below the red headed guy's ribs. The red headed guy froze realizing the danger he was now in, Steve looked up and was right below the bartender and Amanda, Amanda's leg just out of reach but the position offered a great view of her pussy being fucked. "Tell him to get his cock out of my wife or I'll drive this stick right through you!" Steve demanded as he looked back at the cock pounding his wife's cunt. He could hear her moan as she was being fucked and he wanted it to stop. "Pull your cock out!" the red headed guys said but the bartender just ignored them and continued to pound Amanda. "Pull your cock out of my wife asshole!" Steve demanded. "Yeah." The bartender said, "I will." He said as he pounded his cock into her without any sign of stopping. Suddenly he began to grunt and Steve could see his wife's legs trembling as she came, he grunted loudly as he shot cum into her and she squealed with her orgasm as he filled her. Then he stopped and just held his cock deep inside her, he was still shooting cum in her and Amanda could feel the hot cum squirting inside her from his cock as it jerked with each squirt, so much that it was beginning to leak out around his cock. Steve was in shock, he had never seen anything like it, a close up view of some guy cumming in his wife's pussy and his wife cumming with him. He just stared as the guy finally pulled his deflated cock from his wife's used cunt and watched as cum drooled out onto the table. The bartender stepped back; Amanda just laid on the table spread eagle with cum dripping out of her pussy. "Man!" the bartender said out of breath as he sat in a chair. "Your wife is one hell of a fuck!" "Get up Amanda." Steve said as he sat on the red headed guy. She slowly sat up and stepped down on the floor onto unsteady feet. Her hair was mussed up, and cum was running down her legs onto her stocking. She looked around like she just woke up standing there naked. "Get your clothes." He told her and she walked over to where the bartender was and reached down picking up her clothes. When she stood up she looked at the bartender and his deflated slimy cock and smiled at him. Steve got up as Amanda came back over to him, he didn't see the smile she gave the bartender, and he was worried about getting out of their in one piece. He backed away from the two of them, noticing the blond guy on the floor stir a little; he picked up their stuff from the table and pushed Amanda towards the door. They reached the door as the bartender and red head were attending the blond on the ground, Steve unlocked the door and pushed Amanda out into the warm night air. She walked to their car which was a ways out into the parking lot. There weren't any other cars out there now, everyone had left. Amanda carried her clothes in her arms as she walked naked to the car as if it was no big deal. When the reached the car, Steve unlocked it, took the clothes from Amanda, pulled her dress on over her head and pushed her into the front seat without zipping it up. He threw the panties and bra onto the floor with the rest of their stuff and shut the door. He got in the car from his side and picked up the cell phone. "What are you doing?" she asked with a panic look on her face. "I'm calling the police." He said. "These guys can't just rape you and get away with it." "No." she said firmly. "Let's just go home." "They should be stopped!" Steve said firmly. "No." she repeated, "that would be a nightmare for me to have to tell how I got fucked by that guy. Just take me home." Steve put the phone down and started the car and drove away. Amanda was quite and he was worried about her, they got on the freeway and every now and then they'd pass a light and he could see her. He looked over as they passed one light and she had her dress up around her waist and was rubbing her pussy. It was dark again, he could see her face but not her lap, she had her head back and was silently moaning. As the next light came he could see she was fingering her pussy and then rubbing the bartender's cum and her pussy juices over her clit, her legs were spread wide and she was trembling. Steve didn't say anything, it bothered him that he couldn't stop her from getting fucked, he knew she'd enjoy it, but what bothered him the most was his hard on he had since that bartender stuck his cock in his wife's pussy. Just as they pulled up to the house Amanda was moaning and squealing loudly, her legs were pulled up and her fingers were thrashing in and out of her pussy. He waited in the car as her orgasm subsided and then went around and helped her into the house. Once inside he looked at her, she was a mess; her dress was wet with cum and pussy juice as were her stockings. He pulled her dress off her and laid her on the couch, pulled her shoes off and her stockings off, she just laid their with her eyes closed, her legs spread, he pussy red from the fucking and masturbating, her ass still wet with juices. He started to go get something to clean her up with when she said, "fuck me." He looked down at her and didn't know what to do, but she said it again. "Fuck me." He pulled his shirt off, kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants. His cock was hard and sticking out, he couldn't get the scene of that guy cumming in his wife's pussy out of his mind and it made him hard to think about it. He laid on top of her and slid his cock into her slick pussy, it was still hot, hotter than he'd ever felt. He began to fuck her and she was moaning as he pumped her sloppy pussy. "I'm sorry." Amanda said as he fucked her. Her voice was deep and guttural with passion. "For what?" Steve asked her as he fucked her watching her building to orgasm. "For enjoying it so much." She said as she rocked her hips. "Are you mad?" "No." he answered. "I've never seen anything that turned me on that much like when that guy came inside you and you came on his cock." "Really?" she said as he fucked her. "That turned you on?" she waited for him to answer then when he didn't she continued. "You like to watch other guys fuck me?" "Yeah," he answered. "I think I do. But not like that, I'd rather it be our choice." "So why did you stop your friends from fucking me last summer?" She asked finally asking what had been on her mind for a long time. "I wasn't going to." He began. "I was going to let them both fuck you, I wanted them to, but I thought you'd be upset later if I just let some guys fuck you." "I wanted them to fuck me." She confessed, "I wanted you to watch them fuck me. It wasn't their fault, they knew I wanted them to fuck me, I think they thought you were cool with it too. We were all stoned and it felt really good." "Well, perhaps we'll have them over soon and we can see if you really can handle three cocks." Steve said. "I wish you would have let those guys fuck me tonight." She said. "When I heard you were going to take pictures I just gave myself over to it and wanted them all to fuck me. Does that make me a slut?" "Yeah." Steve answered as he slammed his cock into her. "You're a slut." "I'm a slut, I'm your slut." She said as she heard Steve begin to grunt. His cum hit the walls of her pussy and it set her off for the third time that night. "Fuck your slut!" she cried out as she shook with her orgasm.