We began kissing again, and Caleb's hands went right up my dress. His fingers were toying with my panties, and soon enough, he began to slide them down. I stepped out of my panties, and the kissing resumed.

His strong hands spread my cheeks apart, which felt fabulous! He pushed my dress up to my waist, which I grabbed to hold up for him as his face went straight to my pussy. I became instantly wet with anticipation. I felt his hot breath on my clit and became a thousand times more aroused.

His tongue brushed my cunt slowly but powerfully, sweeping me from my tight, wet hole to my clit. I almost purred. He did this twice more, making me almost scream with delight. He reached up and put my right leg on his shoulder, exposing more of my cunt to his mouth. To my surprise, Caleb began to tongue my asshole, which was simply an amazing feeling.

"Oh fuck! Lick my asshole, baby! Mmmmm tongue my asshole!" I said. It got me even more excited saying it out loud. I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead, getting a wild view of our activity in the mirror on the shower door.

I looked like a slut, holding my dress up for this stranger while his tongue swept across my asshole and pussy. Without any warning at all, I began to feel an orgasm rip through me. My ass and pussy were so sensitive that I almost let out a squeal as I came.

My breathing became intensified, and I squatted to my knees to get to Caleb's cock. He was jerking himself off as he sucked my pussy, so his cock was already rock hard and in my face. I grabbed it with one hand and opened it wide. I wet my mouth as much as possible and put his hard dick in my face.

"Oh yeah! I knew I'd get you some day, you fucking slut," he said. "Suck that dick, whore." I loved that he was talking this way. I went to the party to be a whore, so it was exciting hearing it play out.

I didn't want to object to what he was saying because it was obviously his fantasy, and it seemed to heighten his excitement. I ran my tongue along his shaft and quickly put it back in my mouth to continue sucking him off.

His cock was slick with my saliva, and I jerked him off steadily while he fucked my slutty face. "Oh, yeah. Take that fucking dick in your mouth, bitch," he said. Mmmm, he could cum in my mouth right now, and I wouldn't be disappointed.

"Get up. I want to fuck you," he told me. I got up off my knees, and before I could even situate myself, he sat me down on the counter, spread my legs and thrust his hard cock inside me.

"Oh yeah!" I cried. I really loved the feel of his cock inside me.

"Yeah, you like that, baby," he said. "You like taking my dick, slut." His talking really got him off, and he began pumping me pretty hard.

The feel of his cock was amazing, filling me to the max. I had been longing for a hard cock for quite a while, and Caleb was filling that void quite nicely.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, slightly changing the pressure points in my cunt, which sent me over the edge.

"Yeah, you cum a lot, baby," he told me. He fucked me even harder, making my ass cheeks squeak as I slid backward on the countertop with every thrust.

"Wait, wait," I said. "I'm going to fall into the sink."

"Can't have that," he said.

As Caleb fucked me doggy-style, he began rummaging through the bathroom drawers and cabinets that were within reach. It didn't matter to me, he was fucking me like a king, and I couldn't care less whether or not he was distracted.

His cock was so long and hard that I could feel it touching my cervix with every thrust. I was hoping to feel his cock cum inside me. I loved the feel of sticky semen in my cunt, and I was building up the courage to ask him to fill me with cum when he suddenly stopped fucking me. In the mirror, I could see him lubing his cock with whatever he found in the bathroom, and I knew what was going to happen next.

He pulled me back a little ways to reposition me for his next move. I felt the tip of his lubed cock at my entrance and felt slight pressure as he began to push his way inside. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his cock into me until he had buried it to the hilt.

I looked up in the mirror to see his sex crazed look on his face as he crammed his hard cock into me, wondering if he would let his load of cum loose in my pussy. His thrusts became deeper and faster, his breathing became more rapid as his cock slid in and out of me. I figured it was time, and I made my request.

"Cum inside me, baby!"

"Oh, fuck that, whore!" he cried.

He removed his hard cock from me and forced me to my knees with one hand, jerking himself off with the other. I took the queue, opened my mouth and lunged forward to suck his cock.

He stopped me dead in my tracks and held my head to prevent me from getting my mouth on his cock. Suddenly, he started to cum, and he was loaded! Hot jets of spunk sprayed my face. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep it neat and clean, and he saw to that. He came all over my chin, neck and tits, spraying only a little of his cum in my mouth.

One really large stream of cum sprayed from my upper lip all the way to my hairline, another shooting right into my hair. I held my mouth open, holding out my tongue so he could see the river of spunk pooling on my tongue.

"I knew I would get you someday. You're the hottest slut I've ever seen," he said.

I wouldn't set out for a night like that all the time, but I really enjoyed it. If only you could always pick and choose when to be a slut, life would be good.

Story 4- A sexual encounter with a stranger

It was a dark, rainy night, and Carl Watkins was riding home on the bus. He could only think of the cold, lonely apartment that awaited him, of the lonely dinner in front of the TV.

He just happened to look up during his dull musings, and that's when he saw her looking at him. She was of medium height, with dark, glossy hair pulled into a ponytail. She had a beautiful figure and was dressed in a tailored suit.

Without thinking about it, Carl got up and walked over to her and asked if he could sit down beside her. She nodded.

As Carl sat down, she looked at him with such intensity and desire that he almost missed the seat.

After Carl had sat down, she reached over and placed her hand on his thigh. Not knowing what to do exactly, he put his hand on hers.

Continuing to look at him with intense desire, she said, "I need someone tonight. Will you help me?"

Carl swallowed and replied, "Sure, what can I do for you?" Even though he already suspected what she wanted.

"Get off at the next stop with me," she said and looked away from him.