“I want to be gang banged and for you to arrange it!”

Not the normal thing you would hear on a Monday morning, but hey, this is his fantasy, not mine. Who am I to deny a man what he has dreamed about all of his adult life. So, I did it. I posted an ad in Grindr. I wanted to see if he got more traffic than the RNC. Doubtful, but I was sure there would be a few guys needing to bust a nut in a wanna be cock whore.

Meet us behind the local Walmart for a cock busting.

What I wanted to say was come participate in getting this slut gang banged, but I didn’t know if that was legal to do. Hell, I am sure a few cops would take a dip in the dirty waters given a chance.

As pretty as a cheap whore on a Saturday night, my “friend” waited for the first one to show up. Remember, this was all his ideal, not mine. I put him in a neon green pair of spandex booty shorts and a crop top. Not normally a cross dresser, he looked out of place. I sat in the car while he leaned against the hood smoking his last cigarette for awhile. The first car pulled up and out came this normal dad looking guy. I could tell right away he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him. Making small talk with my friend, it wasn’t long before my little slut in training was on his knees with his mouth opened wide. God, I love to see a man suck cock.

No sooner had the first one busted than the second arrived. Here we are behind the local Walmart taking deliveries of cum. This one was different though. You could tell he wasn’t going to waste any time. Pushing him over the hood of his car, yanking down the green shorts, and slammed what look like a 9 inch cock into his ass. This was the gang banged sessions that I wanted to see. I have never heard anyone scream so loud when a cock went in as the one I was watching. Every thrust in his ass lifted him a good 6 inches off the ground. Good thing his eyes were closed or he would have noticed the line of cars forming. None of them waiting for the best deals at the Super Store.

Gang Banged bitch dripping cum from all holes.

Two hour later and the new whore couldn’t take anymore. He tapped out, but not until he was dripping cum from all his holes. That walk of shame was epic, but guess who just texted and asked for me to hook him up again this weekend. Happy Labor Day Sex Fest!

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A ball on Valentine’s day was so cliche, but that’s what the client wanted. For Vanessa, the client always came first. The raven-haired beauty was twenty-four when she invested her life savings in a party planning business. This was her first big break. All she knew about her client was that he was single and had more money than he could ever spend. In all honesty, that was enough for her to tackle the job one week in advance of the party.

“A masquerade party? Are you sure you want that?” Vanessa asked. Sebastian St. Clair was a man of means. If he wanted something, people moved heaven and earth to make sure he got everything he wanted and more. Vanessa would make this party the event of the year for the Billionaire playboy. Every female in the city would die for that pale pink envelope to arrive in the mail. The letters engraved by the finest craftsman; it would be a claim to fame to even be in the room with Sebastian. He could make or break your social status in one single night. Women like Vanessa never received invitations to events like this. But this year, her name would be all over the society pages for handling the party of a lifetime.

St. Valentine’s Day Ball was written all over the society pages in bright red letters. After a week of no sleep, the clock rolled over, and the party was only hours away. Technically not a guest, Vanessa knew she had to show up dressed to seduce. Not actually, but her work would need to be the one thing that no one who attended forgot. Splurging half of her pay on a new dress and shoes, she stood in the mirror in awe of the woman she saw. Nope, that girl, whoever she was, looked nothing like Vanessa. Her raven hair pulled back into a cascade of curls. She topped the outfit off with lipstick in the bloodiest shade of red. The mask would cover the rest of her face, but her emerald, green eyes would make her unforgettable. That was the one part of her body, where she received the most compliments. The one thing she liked about a masquerade ball was that behind the mask, you could be anyone you want.

Bright lights lit up the sky. Vanessa even rented one of those Hollywood spotlights that shined a heart in the sky. It was radiant. By the looks of the crowd waiting outside, there were not only guests but onlookers hoping for a chance to sneak inside the event. Thankfully, security was tight, and if your name wasn’t on the list, you didn’t get in. You would be watching the event through a live stream only. Another added perk. This party was visible via pay per view. Everyone loves to see how the upper-class live. Most of all, they wanted a glimpse of 2024’s most eligible bachelors. Some of the women on the streets were better dressed than the ones with an invitation in hand.

The alcohol poured from fountains. The food was top-notch. However, what Vanessa didn’t foresee was the sexual energy in the air. Men and women dancing, none knew their partners’ identity, but the whole place dripped of sex. From the clothing to the masks, it was all a mystery in the making. Who was who, not even the host, would know. If someone hooked up here tonight, it would be pure sexual chemistry and not appearance. The outfits were divine. The mask came with feathers, lace, ribbons, and bows. Each invitation had one. Then, the ensemble was built around it. Of course, Vanessa kept the best for herself. That little secret would stain her tongue forever. Like any other red-blooded female, she felt the tingle the moment she laced the covering. She slipped into a secret world of the unknown.

Every single I dotted, and T crossed, Vanessa filled in as one of the invited. It was her way of getting proper feedback from the participants. Humans can lie to save feelings, but she wanted the truth. With a glass of white wine in hand, she wiggled her way through the crowd. Her first stop was the bathroom. Females tend to gather around the sinks and spill their guts. The restroom would be the one place she could find out how her party rated on the social scales. What Vanessa didn’t foresee was the sounds coming from the last stall. The party was a hit with at least two of the guests.

“Oh fuck, harder,” cried the female voice.

“Shut up, you’ll get us both busted,” the male growled.

Sounds of balls slapping skin, the scent of fuck was in the air. There is no way to hide the smell of hot pussy when being fucked hard. Vanessa stood back against the wall. She leaned down and watched the female in a pair of expensive black stilettos. She was getting pounded from behind by a man in Italian leather shoes. Even the walls of the small stall shook as he thrust his cock inside of her dripping walls. She assumed the woman was wet by the sucking sounds each time he lurched forward. Her eyes closed for a moment as the rush of heat flooded through her body. Was she getting off by two strangers fucking? Yes, she most was.

The grunts of lust signaled the finish to the fuck, giving Vanessa only seconds to get out. She slipped from the room. With a wicked lick of her lips, she made sure the door slammed. The couple inside knew someone caught them. Not that it mattered. Surely that would be one of many trips to the restroom that night. Did it matter who that couple was? No, but it took all Vanessa had to not look back at the door opened. She would rather not know the identity of anyone tonight. Well, maybe the host, but he took care of his own mask to ensure he would be hidden tonight.

Standing at the bar, Vanessa had the bartender refill her wine glass, but this time, with water. It would pass for wine to an intoxicated person, plus give her the upper hand to keep the party in order. That familiar feeling of being watched crept up her spine. A glance into the mirror behind the bartender fed her the most intoxicating eyes she had ever seen. His irises as blue as the ocean, she was lost in a hypnotic embrace for a brief moment. It was like those scenes from a movie. Drawn closer by a glance, all sound muted as though they were the only two in the room. Straining to blink, the moment her eyes opened again, he was gone, or was he?

“Penny for those thoughts of yours,” the voice asked.

From behind Vanessa, a voice, that man, whoever he was, sent shivers up and down her spine. She didn’t need to see him to know who it was. At times in life, you know someone without ever seeing their face. Vanessa knew this was the stranger who already had her panty’s damp with lust. Her pulse raced, breathing quickened, but she never flinched. She didn’t want to move in fear that he was a fantasy she had made up in her mind.

“My thoughts would not be appropriate for a crowded setting. I am more of a private type of woman,” Vanessa whispered.

Without a word, the male took her hand, leading her to one of the few private rooms. Brushing against others, her body charged with electricity. Every one of the guests seemed lost in their own worlds just as she was.

The mysterious man opened the door to the observation room. He invited Vanessa inside.  The walls were made of glass, the kind that allowed you to look out, but the crowd below couldn’t see inside. It was perfect for a voyeur. Vanessa wasted no time to glance at the party downstairs. Her claim to fame was written all over the smiles of those below. No one would forget tonight.

Vanessa pushed hard against the glass. She let out a deep moan when the male pressed against her, flattening her body to the glass. Thankfully, it was security glass, and no matter how hard of an impact it took, it would not shatter. They would test that theory out tonight. “Open your legs,” he growled. His hand pushed down to cup her pussy from behind. His fingers pushed hard against her swollen mound. His other hand pulled the frilly red undies down and off. Instead of tossing them to the side, he pushed them into his pants as a trophy for later. Some men collect numbers. For him, he collected the most intimate item in a woman’s apparel.

He growls against the back of her neck as he forces fingers into her swollen walls. He parted the delicate folds with force. Not one finger parted her. He plunged three to the depths of her core. Her breath fogged the glass as she panted in approval. Was it the earlier events that set her body on fire? Or could her fantasy fuck be the culprit in this warm rush of lust pulsating in her veins? From behind, the man dropped to his knees. His mouth immediately pressed against her lower lips. Swipes of his tongue over her pouty pussy, he parted her ways with the tip of his tongue. Long swipes of his oral muscle against her swollen bundle of nerves had Vanessa digging her fingers into the impenetrable glass surface.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, not wanting to cum. The tighter she squeezed, the more impossible it came not to explode all over his face. Her mouth opened as screams of need demanded she came. With a rush of juices pouring from her core, she came for the first time. Waves of rapture tore through her body for what seemed like an eternity.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he chuckled. Standing behind Vanessa, one hand kept her face to the glass. The other fumbled to release his cock from the confines of his pants. He pushed down and aligned the thick mushroom head of his cock against her opening. Then, he thrust up with one fluid motion. The male made inaudible sounds. His hard dick repeatedly pumped inside her tight walls. It felt almost as though she was strangling the shaft. One after another, his cock pushed into her velvet walls with incredible force. Sounds of his balls slapping against her soaked pussy echoed through the walls of the small room. Vanessa watched the party below. A mystery man pounded his dick deep inside her dripping pussy. She whimpered as her walls stretched to take every inch of him inside. She screamed each time he bottomed out.

“You’re a dirty fucking bitch,” he growled, his cock swelling inside of her. Vanessa knew he was close. When she began her descent, his cock exploded inside of her, flooding her pussy with his seed. Rope after rope of cum blasting deep inside of her pussy walls. No sooner had he cum than he was gone. He left her standing against the glass with cum rushing from between her legs. She wondered who this man was. After a quick clean up, Vanessa returned to the party but never found the man in the mask.

Two days later, opening her email, Vanessa sat back in her chair in a state of shock. Sebastian St. Clair’s email praised her work and contained a picture of her own panty attached with a note.

“Vanessa, I need you to find the owners of these panties. We had a brief moment at the party, and she left me unable to forget her. I’m sure you can find her for me. I have faith in your discretion and ability to bring me my dirty little Cinderella of the ball.”

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I spent Sunday going through my shopping list of gifts to buy, checking the cyber Monday price on each. The coffee shop wasn’t busy at all, so I could focus on the task at hand. It wasn’t until I overheard a woman behind me complaining about how her husband was always on the phone. She told her friend that his nose was always in the screen, and he smiled like an idiot when it was. It didn’t take a Rocket Scientist to figure out he was sexting with someone. I knew that exact look. It’s the one all my “boyfriends” have when they come play with me in chat.

I had to cover my mouth to stop the giggles from coming, but was it really that funny? Not if I was in her situation, but then again, I would never be. A devout believer that if you come to the table with something you keep it there. So many men in these cyber sessions complain to me how their wives were once begging for sex. Now they are as frigid as the first frost of the year. That’s another reason I will never marry. I want to make sure that I always have something different on the backburner to awaken all of my filthy fantasies. What one can’t do, the other can.

Scrolling through amazon to purchase gifts, I couldn’t help but wonder if this “husband” was someone that I knew. In my sick little mind I created the who scenario of me fucking him while she went on like a pathetic broken record. Wouldn’t it be funny if that was the truth? It was at that moment that my phone registered a new chat on niteflirt. HA, what if?

“Hey baby, she left for a few hours. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he typed.

My cheeks turned a bit read as I tossed myself into this woman’s drama. “Oh really. While she’s out spending your money I get to steal all that cum,” I replied.

A bunch of cyber sex related emojis followed the conversation.

“I bought a new picture of you and god damn, I need to bury my face in those tits,” he sent.

Reading what he said, the woman complaining on the other side of the booth added that her husband was spending money but she had no clue where. Someone needs to tell that husband to get a credit card that she will never see. Maybe a preload one. God, do I have to teach there men everything?

“Oh fuck, you better be careful your wife doesn’t see those,” I laughed.

There was a pause for a moment in our conversation, and then he came back stating he wish she would. I’m not a stupid woman. I know that this man is full of shit, but humoring him was fun. None of these men really want to be dumped, but being their virtual cyber girlfriend is so much fun for me. I get all the perks, and she gets all the headaches. That’s the reason a ring will never stain my finger.

“No worries, she is too stupid to understand anything other than what I tell her,” he snapped.

Men don’t have a clue just how good a woman is at investigations. We should all work for the FBI to solve cold case files on missing husbands.

I wrapped up my shopping and told the client I would be home in 10 minutes. Before leaving I stopped at the register and paid for another coffee for the woman bitching. Don’t worry, I enclosed a note.

“I’m going home to blow your husband. By the way, he tastes like money,” I wrote.

A quick trip to the car and I sunk down and watched the coffee delivered. Within 1 second that woman was on her way out the door with a look that frightened even me. Watch out boys, a woman scorned in a dangerous creature.

Happy Cyber sexting. Remember to cover those tracks.

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Public sex at a haunted graveyard at night can be an exhilarating experience if you are brave enough to take the challenge. It can be a thrilling adventure, but watch out for the cold spots or you might get an unexpected threesome. I never realized this was a fantasy of mine until I acted it out on the phone. I won’t give you details, but the corpse wasn’t the only thing stiff that night.

Dared to spend the night in the cemetery, I was freaked out, but not enough to turn it down. As the sun set on the ancient graveyard, the once beautiful tombstones seemed to twist and turn into the scariest creatures. It was one of those nights where the fog laid low to the ground, and the trees remained completely silent. Not a whisper of wind, or even a chirp from the usual band of insects. Nothing. Just eerie silence to welcome us through the large iron gates. A large padlock hung around the metal, but there was enough room to slip between the grates.

“BOOOOO,” he laughed.

Screaming, my hand went to my mouth to muffle the cries. I can’t believe he was going to try to get me out of my pants and scare me at the same time. I guess it could work though. Wrapping my arms around his body and buried my face in his chest. He knew he had won and so did I when his hand gripped my ass hard. A blanket tucked under my arm, I follow him deeper into the fog, shivering at a sudden rush of cold air.

“”God, it’s suddenly freezing here. What the hell?” I whispered.

“It’s the ghosts,” he laughed.

It was at that point that I punched him in the arm hard, and pulled away. The humor of it was getting to me. Nothing about all of these dead people was funny. Holding my iphone in my hand, I turned on the flashlight to check out the stones. Most of them turn of the century. I figured by the dates most of them died in a war. If that wasn’t bad, some of the stones were that of an entire family.

The last thing I wanted was public sex in the graveyard, but I promised.

Pointing to a very large platform, he laughed as told me that would be the place. God, whatever happens, forgive me for what I was about to do. I made sure to dress for the occasion. A short skirt and no panties. I knew that I could bend over with easy access to my pussy that way.

“Put your hands on the stone and let me eat that sweet ass from behind,” he growled.

Scared stiff, I bent over the beautiful marble stone, the tips of my fingers laying where the name was etched. Don’t ask me what it was. I felt the presence of the person the moment I touched his final resting place. It was like a strike of lightening through my entire body. A slap to my tight round ass and his mouth followed. Licking up and down the crack of my ass, I moaned out in an unearthly growl. The way his serpent like tongue pushed my soft folds apart, sent an immediate rush of honey down my thighs. If this was public sex, sign me up.

Long licks of his tongue up and down my slit along with the creeping fog sent my body into a waves of uncontrollable shakes. I was going to cum, but why so quick? I never cum in less that 2 minutes. Digging my fingers into the stone, I screamed out like a crying banshee as the first waves of pleasure crushed my entire being. Was I really going to wake the dead with my howls? Probably not, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Public sex in the graveyard couldn’t have been more shocking.

I felt his hands move up the back of my legs, grab my ass, and slam all 8 inches of his cock deep inside of my sopping wet cunt. Shaking from impact, I swear it was 20 degrees colder the moment he was inside of me. Almost as though I was being fucked by an icy cold object. I will be honest, it felt incredible, but I was too scared to turn around to look. What if it was a ghostly fuck? God, if it was, his dick at that point I didn’t care because my body had never taken something so intoxicating in my entire life.

Public sex no matter where you have it can be a screaming adventure, or it can scare you to death. You choose.

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Everyone has a fantasy that they keep bottled up out of fear. Do you? Let me know in the comments if there is something you are dying to try, but too scared to ask. I will share one of mine, but just know, the darkest ones can’t be told here.

I arrived at the restaurant alone, but not for long. My date arranged by a dear friend, all I knew about the man was that he was older. Glancing around the place, I knew him the moment I saw him. Dressed in a suit, the older male looked like he walked out of Vogue magazine. Salt and pepper gray hair, eyes that soaked my panties with one glance, and that smile. God, that smile sent shivers up and down my spine. He was perfection wrapped up in one person. I never in my wildest of dreams thought I could get a date with this fantasy man.

Fantasy can at times be better than the real thing.

A quick peck on the check, exchange of names, and the night began. We started off with casual chit chat, but the sparks were evident the moment our eyes met. He was like those men on the cover of a romance book. Perfect in every single way. A fantasy to most, but my perfect reality. He ordered for both, not even asking me what I wanted. That was a first for me. Most of the time I get the scatter brained type who stumble through their words, but right here, this man was all class.

“Panties off!” He said.

As though I was a deer caught in the headlights, I did as he asked. Once off I handed them over, watching as he brought them to his nose, inhaling deep. God damn! I might have came a little at that moment. Handing over a small box, the man smiled as he drank his wine.

“Open it and go to the bathroom and slide it in,” he said.

I opened the box and gasped. It was a small egg vibrator. One of those operated with a remote control. Do you want to know what happened next? Call me on niteflirt and complete the fantasy. A little hint, I can never return to that restaurant again.

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