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Losing control, she started masturbating furiously again, and when she came, she hit her head on the wall behind the toilet seat. These orgasms seemed to just become stronger and stronger, she thought with a smile on her lips, and she was already looking forward to the next one.
Picking up the magazine again, she started to flip through the pages. There were articles in between the pictures of more naked women, but one page caught her interest more than the others. The headline said: "Reader's stories".
The first story was simply titled: "Meeting in a bar", and she started reading.
"You probably won't believe me if I told you this is a true story, so I won't bother. But this happened one day as I visited my regular bar just to have a few drinks and chat with my mates and maybe make a few new acquaintances.
As I was sitting there, thinking about nothing in particular, I noticed this woman sitting at the bar with an almost empty glass of red wine in front of her. She seemed to be alone, and I had never seen her before. Not really thinking I would have any luck, I went up to her and said hello, and would she like another glass? To my surprise, she smiled and answered that she very much would like that, and maybe some company too. I was not one to turn down such an offer, so I gestured to Mike, the bartender, bought her another glass and guided her to my table a little further in the back.
I really couldn't think of anything in particular to say, so I opened with one of the most used lines that has ever come out of a bar and asked what a woman like her was doing in a place like this.
"I was feeling lonely and needed some company," was her smiling answer as she took another sip of her glass.
"Well," I said. "I am company, and you are free to use this company as you see fit."
There was a hint of naughtyness in my eyes as I said it and she bit her lower lip and seemed to ponder on some thought. Then without warning she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the men's room in the back of the bar."
This is getting interesting, Melissa thought as she looked up from the magazine and met her own gaze in the mirror. Her eyes were illuminating horniness already and she collected the bundle of magazines again and headed for the bedroom.
"She hardly had time to lock the door behind her before dropping down to her knees in front of me and starting to tug on my belt. I was too taken aback to do anything other than just stand there watching as this eager, horny woman pulled my cock out and wrapped her lips around it."
Melissa felt her cheeks redden as she read the word. "Cock". How naughty was that? Regardless her left hand trailed down towards her crotch again where the sensation of her smoothness surprised her again.
"She was an expert cock sucker this woman. Running her lips up and down my cock, making it wet and slippery, lubricating it with her saliva and going deeper along the shaft with every bob of her head. One of her hands cupped my balls as the other one obviously found it's way down to her pussy where she started rubbing. This was one horny bitch!"
So am I, Melissa thought as she plunged her fingers into her own pussy. I am secretly a horny bitch with a craving for all things sexual. In her mind she could now see herself in the position of the woman in the story, on her knees with a stranger's cock in her mouth.
Suddenly she stopped. With a surprised look on her face she brought her fingers up to her face and studied the slick, shining juices coating them. Where on earth did that come from? When did her mind start using such language? Pussy? Cock? Horny bitch? What on earth was going on? And why did her fingers look so tasty?
As she brought her fingers to her mouth to taste herself, her mind decided to let itself go with the flow, and she turned her focus back to the story and her hand back to finger fucking her pussy.
"Imagine my amazement as my cock suddenly disappeared completely into the woman's mouth. There seemed to be no gag reflex on her as she continuously kept bobbing her head back and forth and bury her face in my stomach, fucking me with her mouth like there was no tomorrow.
Then suddenly she got up again, staring hornily into my eyes for a moment before turning around, leaning towards the wall and literally begged med to fuck her.
"But you have to put it in my ass," she said with a trembling voice as she spread her ass cheeks. "I don't wanna get pregnant."
This is when I noticed the ring on her finger. Damn, this horny bitch was married."
Melissa looked at her finger and at her wedding ring with wide eyes. Her mind screaming adultery and sodomy and how this story was telling of everything she had learned to be wrong. But why was it turning her on so much? Her own pussy was screaming for more as she plunged the ring clad finger into it, splashing in her wetness, soaking the sheet underneath her ass as she pressed the tip of her little finger against the star of her own anus. Oh my God. Am I really doing this, was her last thought before applying more force to the finger and letting it slide into the darkness of her sphincter.
"I applied some spit to my hand and let it run between her ass cheeks, carefully pressing one slippery finger into her. She moaned as I pushed it beyond the first knuckle and seconds later beyond the second. As my cock was still glistening with her own slippery saliva from the throat fucking she had given herself with it, there was no need to lubricate it any more, so I grabbed it by the root and pushed my cock head against her anus.
We both grunted as I pushed it inside of her. My cock disappearing inch by inch into her rectum as she groaned with pleasure whispering over and over: "Fuck me, fuck me!"
And fuck her I did. Slowly at first, and then picking up pace as she urged me on, feeling her ass caress my cock, squeezing it and milking it for all it was worth. The sight of her perfectly shaped ass giving me inspiration to fuck the hell out of this crazy, lustful woman as she started to push back, meeting my thrusts until I could do nothing other than just go with the flow. This woman was almost too much for me and I could feel my orgasm start to build in my balls.
She obviously sensed it too, because on the moment of my release, she jumped forward, making my cock slide out of her ass and turned around, dropping to her knees and grabbed hold of my proud shaft, pointing it straight at her face and mouth.
I shot stream after stream across her horny face, hitting her across her nose, in her hair, in her mouth, on her cheeks and on her chin. She closed her mouth around the head, gave it several milking strokes with her hand and gulped down the last drops of my orgasm before leaning back against the wall with a satisfied look on her face."
And at that exact moment, Melissa Partridge, wife of the town's preacher, long time leader of the Committee of Moral Education, plunged into her wildest orgasm 'till this date. Her body thrashing her face pressed deeply into the pillow on the left side of her marriage bed to stifle the noise. Juices were flowing freely, almost spraying into the sheets underneath her ass where two fingers were buried deep in her ass, sodomizing her and condemning her; or at least that was what she would later believe, to hell.
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