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It Was Just Another Saturday NIght
Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: jaycox, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
room. After James paid her off, and she left, I had attacked him, ripping his clothes off and had never been fucked so hard in our married life before. Of course, the high wore off by Tuesday or Wednesday and the need to recharge the addictive juice was high. Saturday loomed ahead with a promise, the false promise of calming me through lustful action. But I didn't see that; the whole thing was too exciting to me to be real. It was the fantasy in my flesh and blood, the smell of sex, the taste, the sounds, the sight. I needed more than James could ever give. It was purely addiction driven, no fucking way it wasn't. That second night I blew so many cocks I lost count. I got fucked over the hood of an old Ford pickup truck behind a bar in the alley behind 14th Street. Three, maybe four times by guys I never even saw. James took the money and was a hall monitor for the line. One cock followed another, one set of gnarled hands grabbed my tits, while the next set was warming a cock up in line. James had brought a good supply of pot and cocaine, and we both were high. When he wasn't watching me, I snorted another couple of inches. My clothes were covered in cum, my lipstick was gone, my hair was matted with cum, spittle, dirt, even a bit of blood. I bit a guy who was standup-fucking me in a doorway, and he spit his blood on my head he was so pissed off. Looking back, that was the night James realized what a mistake it was to encourage me to try the fantasy in the first place. He ...