Hypersexual

[Momma_andrea]

Dark haired, blue eyed Tricia was a looker, until you got caught looking, then she gave a scowl that would melt ice. In her book most men were pigs, and the men at work were hypocrite pigs. She had went out with a guy from the office, once, and he ran her name through the mud to all his buddies at the water cooler. Now Tricia was cold and professional to everyone, just to overcome that one lapse of judgement. She kept her private life to herself and her sexual life to strangers.

It was Friday, and she tidied the reception desk the moment five o’clock hit. Half the other office workers had already snuck out, but the young twenty-three year old had to man the phones till the last minute. Tricia didn’t hurry across the parking lot. She had plans and a schedule for Friday night. The slim brunette slid into her Honda and slowly moved into traffic. She would shower and powder and do her lips blood red with the dark liner. Her eyes would have gold eye shadow and her dress would be black, short and strapless; easy to pull up and easy to push down.

The club was jumping and the bass was pumping. Tricia stepped slowly down the stairs in high heeled shoes, into the pit of bodies and noise. The bar itself was lit in orange light and held one empty stool, enough for a girl all by herself… for now.

A tall chocolate skinned man bumped her “by accident” when he put in his order. “Sorry, baby. It’s so crowded in here.”

It was a line, but it was enough. She smiled back, “You could at least top me off by way of apology.” Tricia suggested.

The young black man looked down to her empty hands. “You don’t have a drink.” he said quizzically.

“I know” she responded with a grin.

Inside a men’s room stall, She was pressed to the wall and his mouth was at her throat. His big hands fondled her ass and pushed up the dress. He had told her his name, but she didn’t care. She panted and moaned as she held the back of his head. She could feel his fingers slide her little panties down. She let her hand rub up and down the big bulge between his legs. His lips came up and they kissed, not passionately, but sexualy, bestialy.

She sucked his tongue and unzipped his fly. Tricia filled her hand with semi-hard black cock. It was warm and big and pulsed in her hand. He reached up and squeezed her firm tit flesh, that filled his hand. Slowly Tricia heaved it out, once she had his pants undone. Her chocolate lover slid his fingers in her crack and pulled on the hot loaf of her ass, spreading it and letting her little asshole get some cool air. She was stroking him and feeling it get harder. She wanted to feel it grow in her mouth; she wanted to be at his feet, here, in this restroom. It was a need, a desperate desire of debauchery.

She broke the kiss and looked into his face, then looked down. He knew what she wanted as he gave a cocky grin and said in just above a whisper. “Go get it, bitch.”

Those words should have angered her and humiliated her, but right now they sent a jolt to her sex. Tricia dropped down to the cool almost damp tile. She could smell his cock now, right in front of her face. He held it out with one hand at the base. His fingers couldn’t close around that girth. She looked up at him looking down at her. She put her hand just above his. It still wasn’t fully hard. She admired it, for what it would do to her, how it would make her feel. She thought of it stuffed up her little hole.

“SUCK IT” He grew impatient at her delay.

Tricia made up for it by looking him in the eye as she wrapped her ruby painted lips around that fat head. She gave him doe eyes as she took his hot flesh in her moist mouth. Her lips were wide and it filled her cheeks, but still she sucked. She pulsed her suction to the pumping of his fat vein… and it was GROWING; Just a little more and getting VERY hard. Her right hand dipped between her legs, and her left cradled his full nuts. She broke eye contact and watched the shaft as she let it slip into her mouth.

The black man watched this sweet little white girl slurp his dick like a pro. She took it to the entrance of her throat and and hummed deeply. That sent vibrations down his shaft and into his nuts, making them tighten. She slurped it loudly, oblivious to the patrons outside the stall using the urinals. She let her spit slobber all over it and began to stroke the shaft. Tricia had two fingers deep in her honey hole, rubbing back and forth across the little nubs inside her. But even without that sensation, she would have been in rapture. The ACT entranced her. The filthyness of the situation filled her mind. She was a dirty girl, a nasty girl, a slut. She sucked off a stranger she just met in the restroom of a crowded bar. Tricia did feel an emptiness though that her two little digits just were not filling.

She pulled the rod from her mouth with an audible “Pop”, and looked up with pleading eyes. “Fuck me.” She said and began to get up.

“There’s not enough room in her, baby.” The chocolate man started to say, but when Tricia bent over and grabbed the toilets flusher and stuck her ass out those words stopped.

“I gotta open the door” He said.

She didn’t say anything. She just looked back in expected waiting. Guys gathered behind the lucky young man now to catch a glimpse of the hot slut they had been hearing. Her pale white ass could be seen if you looked from the side around the guy’s body, but she had dropped her head once she felt him grab her hips. Tricia waited expectantly for that fat shaft to slide inside of her. Her momentary lover slid his cock head up and down her lips once and shoved it inside with glee.

“Take it, bitch.” He nearly laughed.

Tricia grunted loudly, but didn’t complain. This is what she wanted, what she needed. Hard fat cock was in her pussy. She ground her ass into his groin and moaned her pleasure. The stranger started fucking her in earnest, egged on by the cheers of guys behind him.

“Fuck her HARD, man.” “Get that pussy” “Make the bitch yell!”

Tricia heard it all. She had become an object. She was a slut, she was pussy. She felt the cock ram in and out of her. She felt her quim squeeze that dick and not want to let it go. She hung on to the pipes with her knees banging into the toilet bowl, grunting with each thrust. She was putting on a show now as much as her chocolate lover was.He smacked her ass and growled as he plowed this girl.

“You like it, don’t you, slut?” He asked, but she just grunted and matched his hard rhythm. “You gonna make me cum soon, bitch. You want one of these guys to be next?’ He looked back and laughed with the other guys until they heard a soft but definite “Yes” echo from the stall.

He began slamming her now. She proved to be a whore and he fucked her like one; his balls smacked at her clit and his strong thighs smacked into her ass. His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist. He rammed her like a beast until his balls tightened and his cock head swelled. His cum burst forth splattering her sugar walls. Tricia cried out when his hot seed pumped into her. She came, her legs spasming, she had to lean her knees on the toilet rim to stay on her feet. Slowly he pulled out and she gave a little whimper at the emptiness.

Tricia put her knees on the toilet seat and rested her head on the cool metal of the flusher, just in time to feel a new cock at her entrance. It wasn’t as big, but it filled the void. Again, rough hands grabbed her waist and began pumping. She didn’t look back and didn’t know who it was.He pounded her from the start, wanting a quick cum. The other guys wanted a turn and told him so.

“Jimmy,” that was his name. His balls were very fury, and once he came, that was all Tricia could tell you about him. Tricia took five loads in that stall and excused herself to go to the other restroom. Instead she darted out the club. As she rushed to her car, she could feel cum dribbling down her legs. Her pussy was still on fire, but a smile was on her lips. A thrill was going through her psyche. She sat in the driver’s seat and rubbed one off before jetting down the road. Tricia’s night wasn’t over, “not yet.” she said to herself.

[bluedenim]

Hot, Momma!

[Peeka]

The title is the compliment I'd use to qualify your story… Reading that just after waking up doesn't ease the morning “issue” men have. 
And “not yet” looks promising. Mmh

[Momma_andrea]

Thanks, there's more. It's just not written yet.

[Brandybee]

Hot and direct.  A fantastic energetic start to an intriguing story.  As usual looking forward to reading more Andrea ,  phewwwwwww

Get writing… soon…please… 

[Momma_andrea]

Tricia made it to her favorite Denny’s. It was only ten o’clock and far too early for the drunk crowd. She had taken a booth all by herself in the nearly deserted 24-hour restaurant. She sat with her back to the wall and her shoes on the floor, with both legs up in a hurdler’s stretch on the seat. She sipped a coke while her own left heel pressed into her pussy.

Five guys wasn’t a record for her, but still the fresh memories in her head were keeping her libido going. As she munched a basket of fries doused with salt, she couldn’t help but let her free hand slip down between her legs. Her pussy was still wet with cum, and she liked the feeling of it drying on her thighs. Tricia ran her finger up and down between the lips. She thought of the third guy that hammered her in that men’s room. His cock was fat, but with a small head. She loved how it had stretched her; opening her lips and the small helmet poked at her cervix. It was just barely reaching, but that’s what made it nice. It was a tease. Her own body responding, slamming back to get it deeper. She could remember the cheers and lude calls as she bucked back on that dick. He had smacked her ass in encouragement. Her only regret of that bar room stall was she couldn’t get it at both ends.

Tricia was two knuckles deep when she came out of her reverie. She opened her eyes to see an older man sitting across the restaurant. He was watching her, she knew it. But what could he see? She stared at him while she discreetly fingered her sloppy quim. His eyes were on her face. Did he just know what she was doing? She smiled a wicked grin and just sipped her pop as she shoved two fingers deep inside herself. Maybe he saw her feet or her legs…but he couldn’t see her pussy. They eyed each other and she had to admit he wasn’t bad looking for being old enough to be her father. He was grey all along the sides. She winked at him as she finger fucked herself under the table.

Old guy must have taken this as a sign, because he got up and started walking towards her. “Oh shit!” Tricia thought to herself. “What if he’s a cop or something stupid?”

He was wearing grey slacks with some crappy blue blazer. He didn’t look like a cop. She pulled her fingers out of her squishy sex and wiped them on her inner thigh. She had to put down her pop to try and nonchalantly eat a fry… And then the fucker boldly sat next to her. Not across from her, but next to her. He pushed her feet out of the way and sat down like he knew her. Tricia couldn’t believe this shit! And when he took her bare feet and put them in his lap, she was ready to scream.

Still they looked at each other as he held her feet in his lap.

“Public displays can be intoxicating,” He began. “for everyone involved. The thrill of getting caught, the taboo of strangers seeing our intimate moments.” His voice stayed subdued, just above a whisper to her.

“Do I know you, you old perv?” Tricia looked at him with suspicious eyes, but kept her voice low like him.

Old man pressed her naked heels into his groin and the thick cock under the material. “No, do you want to?” he said flatly, with no grin or twinkle in his eye to go along with that double entendre.

She sat in the back seat of his car in the back parking lot now. Her back against the door. Tricia’s red painted toes and feet were still in his lap, but old man’s cock was out. His fingers traced the line of her instep and tickled the back of her heel. His long cock was between the soles of her feet. She could feel the heat of it, and the sturdy springiness of it. He DID have grey hairs in his groin, but she didn’t mind. Gently he moved her feet slowly up and down, not rhythmically but playfully. He praised her piggy toes as beautiful and her ankles as slim and sublime.

“Oh, he is a weirdo.” Tricia thought, but she liked the attention. No one had ever lusted for her feet.

Slowly she rubbed them together, with the tall pole between them, like a boy scout making a fire in slow motion. She rubbed her own pussy as she watched the old man’s cock by the overhead halogen lights. His eyes were on her feet and the rapturous task they performed. She rubbed upwards and her toes tried to clench into the bulbous head. The old man leaned forward and let spittle drop down between her feet, slicking up the turgid shaft of his cock. He let her clumsily molest his dick with her tootsies until she got bored.

“Mister.” She never did learn his name. “Are we gonna fuck, cause I’m getting nothing out of this?” Tricia put vulgarly.

Old man looked up from her toes and his cock. “You are a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He said accusingly.

But she liked where this was going. “Yes Sir.” she answered, and pulled her feet from his lap.

The old man slide his pants down all the way and patted his lap. Tricia moved over and stood hunched over the front seat in the back of the big Buick. She could feel his hands slide under her skirt gripping her hips and roughly pulling her into his lap. She felt the long cock squashed under her ass and purposefully ground it into him until he pushed her up to line it to her wet cunt. She felt him rub the head along her slit before he roughly pulled her back down. The long shaft slid deep into her pussy with a quickness that made her gasp.

She felt her hair being tugged making her head go back. “You like that don’t you, girl?” And he pulled rougher on her dark tresses.

“Yes Sir.” she put sweetly at first, “I love cock.” Tricia said the last word with all the filth her tongue could swipe on it before it left her lips.

He smacked one of her pale cheeks as it bounced on his groin. “This pussy is sloppy. You been a whore all night.” the old man accused with a sneer in his voice. Then she felt a thumb jam into her ass. His hand moved up and down now as she rode his dick. He held her ass like a bowling ball as he watched it in the light from outside. “ANSWER ME!” He yanked on her hair.

Tricia smiled, she really did like where this was going. “Yes Sir.” She stopped and ground on his lap, feeling that rod hit all the walls of her quim.

“Dirty slut. Just like your mother.”

She felt him push her over till she lay on the seat with the old man’s groin still attached to her ass. The depth wasn’t there, but the angle was good and the old guy started bucking as he cursed her and held her by her hip and hair.

“You fucked them all I bet.” he grunted behind her as he plowed. “Now you’ll fuck me, you nasty slut.”

She lay there at first with her eyes closed, feeling the friction and the rhythm. His head rubbed right across the top of her inner hotch. She loved it as he called her a whore, a slut , nasty girl while he pumped into her. This wasn’t passion or lust, but felt like a grudge fuck. Tricia had been the receiver before. Grudge fucks were good; hard and fast. She knew to love it while it last. She got up on one elbow and lifted a knee as she looked down. She let her other hand tug at her ass to help him get deeper.

“Smack it.” She moaned at first but he must not have heard. “SMACK IT!” She yelled.

Old man came through and whacked her butt. “DIRTY SLUT,” he grunted.

She dropped her cheek and began to rub her mound. Tricia could feel his pace quicken. Old guy may not last, but she was going to cum. She let her fingers go on either side of his pistoning rod and her palm pressed into her button. She just had to press it tight as he rocked her back and forth in the old Buick. He bucked as hard as he could, his breath was ragged and he held her by the hair. Tricia was in heaven until she looked up at the face of the short order cook. He stood on the other side of the back door and peered through the window. He looked Mexican and his eyes were filled with lust at the spectacle. Tricia stretched for the door handle and “Short order” opened it right up.

“Give me your cock.” She eyed his groin lustily and licked her lips.

With a sly grin he lifted the white apron and showed his already exposed and hard cock. “Short order was jerking it while he watched.” Tricia thought, it excited her more as she reached for it. He knelt at the edge of the back seat and let the dark brunette take his dick right into her mouth. First she bathed it in warm saliva and then her hot tongue ran along its head. He had to keep the apron up with one hand, because he wanted to watch the guarra eat his cock while she was fucked by the dirty old man. His other he reached down to heft one of her dangling tits. Old man still pumped from the side as she twisted to take that chimichanga down her throat. Tricia had no hand free as she tried to slurp more in on every in stroke of old man. She was getting it at both ends just like she wanted. Old man was about to cum though, she could feel his need.

“You want this when I’m done, boy?” Old man asked as if passing a bottle.

He grinned over the white woman, looking her in the eye as she moved her lips up and down his dick. “Na, I think the bitch is hungry. I’ll feed her good.”

The old man laughed and smacked her ass. “You suck him good, girl.”

With just a few more strokes the old hard cock shot its load into her. Tricia felt it coat her walls and the old guy shove it deep inside of her and his dick twitched. She rubbed her clit hard, trying to desperately cum before he pulled out. But he slide it from her drenched pussy and sat in the seat and watched her pussy gasp like a dying fish. She had to shove 3 fingers inside to fill that void, but they met the need and she found her release. She came hard as she tried not to bite the dick in her mouth, and short order grabbed the nape of her neck as she tried to moan her orgasm.

“Make it cum, puta. Eat my fuckin’ dick.” He jammed it balls deep, and banged at the back of her mouth.

Old man had lit up and was now standing outside enjoying his cigarette and looking around the dark deserted parking lot. “Hurry up, slut. I need to go.”

Tricia loved the sounds of their urging and she let go her quim to grab short order’s nuts. She needed to make him cum. Her tongue moved back and forth, tickling the underside, even as her lips took it in and out. The mexican clenched his legs and started fucking her face, holding on now to her hair as he used her mouth hard.

“Make it cum, puta. MAKE IT CUM!” He fucked her ruby lips and felt her nose slam into his groin every time.

Tricia started sucking just the head and used her hand to jerk his hard shaft. Beating it fast, she pumped up and down the spit slicked shaft. She wanted to feel it in her mouth she wanted to feel the spray as it hit her throat. She made vulgar sucking sounds as she let her spit spill out and she knew men loved those dirty noises. Her work paid off and short order stiffened like a board. It was like he tried to hold it in but his cock head splattered its first goo into her mouth. She felt it hot and sticky as it pumped into her. She didn’t swallow but let it all stay in as took all of him in her mouth again. His still cumming cock basted in its own juices. She worked it down until it shot its last right down her throat… Then she swallowed. Short order pulled out and tucked it away, looking around and finally being nervous about where they were.

“I gotta get back to work.” He was already scurrying off and Old man was starting the car.

“Do you come here alot?” He asked looking back at her.

Tricia was pulling the little skirt down and straightening her top. “You never know.”  she stood up and closed the door. “Thanks for the ride, Mister.”

“Next time, girl.” and he pulled away with just one look in the mirror.

Tricia made sure they were both gone before going to her car.

[Brandybee]

Hot, horny and pure dirty sex. Loving it Andy as I'm sure others will.

Great writing.  More more and more.

[Momma_andrea]

Waking in the morning in a cheap motel, the naked brunette went to the shower again, this time to wash the sleep from her pale skinned body instead of the sticky cum of last night’s debauchery. The hot water washed down her pert rounded breasts and flat stomach. She reached between her legs and opened her lips to flick the water around in there. Soon she had  two fingertips pressing just inside her wet opening. It was awake and ready. She smiled to herself and got out to towel off and find her laptop. Tricia had posted to Craigslist on monday exactly what motel she would be in, now she just had to update what room.

At 11 the first guy gave a knock as she lay on her side leaning on one elbow watching TV. The only clothes on her was a “wife beater” undershirt that fit like a sack and ripped fishnet tights with the crotch cut out.

“Come” she called out, still looking at the Television.

He was white with dark hair and looked to be in his late thirties with a definite wedding ring on his hand. She loved that, she loved getting banged by married guys that told the wifey they were going out to wash the car or go golfing or some shit. She didn’t know him though, had never seen him before in her life.

“Well, drop ‘em,”  she had to instruct as he hesitated at the edge of the bed.

He gave a goofy grin and shucking his dockers, brought a hanging cock towards her lips. She gripped it before he even got knelt on the bed and licked it hungrily as he reached down between her thighs. She could look over just a bit and saw that gleaming band of gold. She concentrated on it as she slurped down that hardening rod. She felt it pulse in her mouth and tasted its sweet flesh, freshly showered and maybe a hint of cologne in his pubes. She reached for his hanging nuts now and pulled on them gently as her head bobbed back and forth on his dick. Rough fingers pried apart her lips, thick digits invaded her hole. She felt his palm smack into her clit as he just rammed his two fingers into her cunt. She lay on her side and slurped him; the sound filling the room, vulgar and loud. He was hard very quickly with a nice curve to his dong. The head was small but it would tip up into her as he pounded between her thighs.

Tricia kept a hold of his cock as she swiveled around on the bed. She yanked him as she spread her legs wide and her knees cocked up. He looked down at her near naked body with so much lust and instinctively grabbed her ankles

She loved doggy but with that cock she wanted him on her. Smiling at him she moved that cockhead along her wet red puffy lips. “Come ride it, baby.” she said dirtily and popped the head into her hole.

“My names Mark,” He started as if the niceties hadn’t passed long ago.

“I don’t give a fuck.” She bluntly put. “FUCK ME! “ it wasn’t a plea but a command.

And Mark buried his cock in her wet hole and laid his body on top of her. Tricia clung to him, wrapping her legs around and hooking his ass, putting her arms under his and her hands on his back. She grunted as he slammed his groin into hers. His dick didn’t bottom out like some big guys, but that curve…  She held his legs with hers so he couldn’t go up and down but rather back and forth, rocking the bed and grinding their pelvic bones from the top and rubbing along her spot from the inside. She gripped him tight and grunted in his ear.

“Uhh Uuhgg, Fuck Me!” The brunette slut encouraged him. “Ride this little PUSSY, Mister.”

Mark on his elbows put his fingers in her hair as he leaned up to look at her. She was like an animal beneath him. He felt her nails in his back and her lip was in a snarl, but his cock was like steel and his balls smacked at her asshole. “You like it?” He asked with a smile.

“Call me slut.” Tricia was circling her hips beneath him, grinding into his rocking groin.

“You like it, slut?” Mark said with more confidence.

“Bite me, you fucker.” She said with a snarl.

Mark yanked on her hair making tricia follow and he swooped down and bit at her neck. Not sure if that’s what she meant, but he did it anyway.

The hot slut beneath him moaned loudly, filling the motel room with her lustful song. Mark started to hammer and tricia’s hands moved down to his ass. Her legs splayed wide and her knees at his shoulders, she took what this married middle-aged man had to give. The bed rocked and groaned and if anyone was next door they got an earful. She wailed as she felt her lust build. She was so near the edge as that slim cock rode along her inner spot. Her pussy gripped and clenched down on that pistoning rod as it moved with purpose. Mark bit her again as he was about to cum. Tricia could feel it. All men swell before they release, stiffening up just a little bit more. She moved her own hips fast under him, fighting to make sure she came too. That wasn’t a problem, when that hot goo splashed into her sugar walls, flooding her grasping pussy with seed, her pussy began to quiver. She came on that cock and held on to the married stud between her legs. Throwing her head back and arching her back she bucked under him as the release hit her violently.

Mark thought she would break his legs with hers as she convulsed and thrashed beneath him. He held on for the ride as his dick finished dumping into her hole. Finally she lay there and her body relaxed. The man worked out of her tangle of limbs and turned to get off the bed only to see another man standing near the door, stroking his own cock through his pants.

“Good fuck, man” The new guy gave a smile and was already moving towards the bed.

Mark grabbed his pants and was throwing his legs into them as the other was dropping his.

[Momma_andrea]

Some of them she’d seen before and some of them were new, but really they were just a blur. They were cocks, almost dildos attached to men. Two black brothers came in and wanted a tag team. Tricia felt she was starting to go numb, so she was up for it.

Older brother was on her left and younger on her right as she dropped to the floor, sitting on her heels and stroked both of their cocks. They stood in socks and T-shirts with wide grins as the little white girl on her knees kissed their black cocks. She stroked them dry at first and just nibbled and licked the heads, tickling them out of their foreskin hiding. They grew out of their sheaths in no time, and she licked her tongue under each revealed head in turn.  Two cocks slipped in her mouth and the boys moved their hips in unison. The brothers grinned and the older got mouthy.

“Give us that pussy, whore!”

Tricia didn’t even flinch. She was a whore, she thought, and she reveled in it. Getting off her knees she moved slowly to the bed. Cum leaked from her cooze, not pussy juice. Man lube was the only thing keeping her going. Motioning for the smaller cocked of the two to get under her, as she knelt at the edge of the bed. Warm black cock slipped into her well used slot. She nestled down tight on it, her ass nearly touching her feet. “Bigger” brother lined up his cock, pressing his bro down with his hand to give him room. He mercilessly pressed his cock head in, stretching tricia’s lips to the limit.  It burned but didn’t tear. She groaned into the other’s shoulder who took it as pleasure.

“HAHA, The bitch loves it!” both young men laughed at that and started moving her ass.

With their hands they moved her hips, rocking her sex along their cocks. Tricia kept her face buried in the brother’s shoulder. She had never felt so full. Two big black cocks was a lot, but after so many she was just tired.

Top brother started to fuck in earnest. He moved his cock just a few inches back and forth at first, feeling the tightness that gripped him so close to his brother, and afraid that he might pop out. Truth was he had a lot of cock in there. Tricia could have helped and rode them but she just lay passively and let them use her, let them find the rhythm. She was meat now, tired, helpless holes being fucked. Her eyes were glazed as she thought of nothing, almost felt nothing, only the back and forth of two brothers rubbing cocks inside her. They would cum over each other. Their cocks coated in the others cum, but not hers. She was spent.

They left, she locked the door and killed the lights. Wrapping her pale cum covered body in the hotel blanket she curled up on the bed and fell asleep from pure exhaustion. Her pussy would be sore later, but for now it was numb. The tingling was gone, the fever subsided. The NEED abated.

[Author]

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