I had a boyfriend that had a very stressful PR job. One particular client was driving him crazy. He was a football player that had just relocated and knew no one in town. He was lonely and bored and was depending on my boyfriend to entertain him. After a long day, my man came home and asked for a favor. He said he had made reservations at a fancy restaurant and begged me to take this guy out and keep him company. I could tell he was stressed to the max so, of course, I just said yes. I started getting ready but my man kept pushing me to dress sexier and sexier. When his client arrived, I was wearing a tight dress that showed off every curve and barely contained my tits. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me and it was impossible not to notice the impressive bulge that formed. My boyfriend moved in close and whispered in my ear “Have fun”. I knew then what was going on. There were no reservations. I went with him out to the car. As he was making small talk, my hand went to his cock and I started to stroke him through his pants. He nearly drove off the road. I told him to keep his eyes on the road as leaned forward and took his thick cock out. I took him deep down my throat and worked that pole until he shot his load down my throat. His hands were shaking and he was breathing heavy when I sat up in my seat. I don’t think he had any question at that point that dinner was out. When I finally made it home hours later, my man was waiting to finish off my creamy, cum filled pussy.
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Date night is a very important night, I think. The most important night of all. When a girl gets to look good, and please her man, preparation is everything. First, a long, hot bath, to get nice and relaxed. And, of course, shaving. Under the arms, the legs, and the crotch. I have got to be nice and smooth for a nice, sexy man. After all, this date could end up getting rather physical, and being nice and smooth all over is very important. Men like a girl who is smooth and soft.
After that, hair is important, even if it is going to get all messy later, when things wind up in the bedroom. They always say “bedroom eyes”, but I think that “bedroom hair” is better. “JBF Hair”, we called it growing up. “Just Been Fucked”. All messy and tousled, from when he’s been pulling on it, from when he switches positions. But still, hair has to be perfect before the date, all perfectly coifed and styled.
Then, makeup. Oh, there’s so much makeup, so many ways to look sexy for a man. Mascara and eyeliner, to give that perfect doe-eyed look (and looking so sexy when it’s runny, from giving a deep, sloppy blowjob); lipstick, lips so perfectly painted and kissable (which will also look good wrapped around a cock!); eyeshadow and blush, to add a bit of mystery to the whole look. And nails, both fingers and toes, trimmed, filed, and painted. So dainty, so delicate, so perfect to dig into his back during sex.
Then it’s time to get dressed. Sheer, silken stockings, rolled up smooth, tanned legs; a pair of scandalously-small panties, to frame a lovely, fuckable ass; and, of course, the quintessential “little black dress”. A pair of nice, strappy high heels, and… perfect. And there’s a knock on the door; that must be him.
Go ahead, sweetie. Look at yourself in the mirror. Look how pretty you look for your date. You almost look like a real girl. You’re not a real man, so you’d better at least pretend to be a girl. He’s going to be using you like one, that’s for sure. I’m sure you two will have lots of fun on your “date”.
There’s a new girl in my office. Usually, this would be great. It’s nice to have a little of the load taken off of me but she’s trying to take too many of my “duties”. She comes dressed in skimpy clothes and flirts with all the guys. Sorry, sweetie.. there’s only room for ONE office slut, and that’s my job. I pulled her aside one day to explain this to her, and she only laughed and tossed her hair as she went back out to the men. That was her first mistake. I decided that she really needed a lesson. She wanted to be a little slut, I would make sure she was treated like one. I told her that she and I had to stay over one night and finish up a project for the boss. She jumped at the chance to suck up to him a little more and agreed. Once everyone was gone, I called out to her to join me in the boss’s office. She walked into the dark room and flipped on the light. Her eyes widened as she seen the 12 me I had waiting for her. She tried to slowly back out, but I grabbed a handful of hair and threw her right in the middle of them. They laughed as they started ripping her clothes off. She begged me to help her, but I just looked down at her and smirked.
“You wanted to be the center of attention, now you are.”
I told the boys not to show any mercy and definitely not to take “NO” for an answer. I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me. I could still hear her screams and moans as I walked down the hall. I sat at my desk and finished the project. The boss was so disappointed that she didn’t help me. He let her go the next day… and I’m still the favorite office slut
I was at a fancy restaurant with my boss, having dinner. I noticed a innocent little bus boy staring at my tits as he cleared the table. He looked pretty young. I figured this must be his first job. I can never resist playing with boys like that. I kept leaning over, giving him a glimpse down the front of my dress. I could tell he was getting irritated with me, especially when he would look up and catch my smirk. After a little while, he went back to the kitchen and I forgot all about him. My boss was going on and on about his marriage or something and I decided to excuse myself and go to the ladies room. As I started to open the door, I felt hands grab me from behind and drag me into the mens room. Hands turned me around and I saw that it was the young bus boy. He was angry, very angry. He reached over and locked the door behind me, then put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to the dirty floor. He let me know right away that he didn’t appreciate me teasing him and now it was time to pay. He pulled his pants down… and I was shocked. This young, skinny boy had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was his turn to smirk as he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth on his swollen dick. I couldn’t even put up a fight as that throbbing shaft worked it way in and out of my throat. I moaned around him and sucked harder. He held my hands behind my back and wouldn’t let me touch as he roughly fucked my face. When he came, he pulled out and shot all over my face, neck and chest. He came so much… I knew I would never be able to get all of it out of my hair and off my dress. He laughed at me as he walked out, leaving me to try to clean myself up.
Temperatures are rising and it’s getting very hot here in the south. I was sitting out back, working on my tan, when one of my neighbors stopped, bringing me an ice cream cone. I had had my eye on him for a little while and did my best to entice him. If the smile on his face was any indication, he had finally taken the hint. I made sure to take my time, licking the ice cream suggestively. The melting ice cream began to drip onto my breasts. I watched his eyes follow the cold cream running into my cleavage. I pulled on the strings holding my bikini top up and let it fall. I brought the ice cream to my nipples, feeling them harden at that cold touch. His mouth immediately latched on to them, sucking the clean. His hot mouth felt so good against my freezing nipples. His own ice cream began dripping all over my body as he completely stripped me out of the bikini. He took his time licking and slurping it all up. It was a great way to cool off, but soon I was burning up again, his mouth and tongue working me into a sexual frenzy.