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I’d often wondered what it might be like to be a slut. My life was pretty mundane, and although my husband was a good provider for me and the kids, he was a dud in the sack. For years I had resigned myself to the fact I would never have mind-blowing, wild sex, and had collected quite a number of sex toys that usually came out the morning after my hubby had emptied a load into my pussy after a way too brief fuck.
Anyway, one day I decided to do something wild.
I kissed him goodbye, then dropped the kids at school.
I went back home and changed, putting on a tiny black mini skirt, red heels, a white lycra tank top and way too much makeup.
Then, with my nipples poking clearly through the tight material, I climbed into the car and drove the half hour to the next town, and pulled into the car park of the sex shop where I had bought some of my vibrators!
Climbing out of the car, I adjusted my skirt, then walked nervously inside.
The chubby guy with the glasses behind the counter did a double take as I entered. I guess he doesn’t get too many customers like me. I’m 37, still in good shape, blonde, and have a lovely pair of fake boobs, thanks to my husband! I begged him for my 35th birthday and thankfully he said yes, turning my saggy, post breastfeeding 32B’s into a pair of gorgeous, high and proud 36D’s that I know men ogled whenever they could.
At the time I thought the new tits might have sparked hubby into some new bedroom efforts, but nothing eventuated, and so here I was, entering the sex shop looking for a wild time.
It was still mid morning, but there were three other customers in the shop when I walked through the curtain to the back area where the dvd’s and movie booths were.
I walked up and down the aisles a few time, pretending to be looking at dvd’s, but also checking out the men who were browsing.
One was wearing a suit, and seemed tidy and respectable. I wondered why his wife wasn’t giving him enough sex that he had to visit a place like this.
The second was an older guy, also quite chubby, and he was wearing casual clothes and couldn’t take his eyes off me.
The last guy was black, and he moved towards me the moment our eyes made contact. I chose him immediately as the one I wanted to help me have the wild sex I was looking for. You see, I was in a mood to be a slut, and the thought of letting this black guy fuck the shit out me right there in the shop was turning me on like nothing else.
I winked at him then headed towards the movie booths. I entered one, then closed the flimsy door and dropped a few coins into the slot. On the screen a woman was giving head. I cared less. My fingers pinched my nipples and I reached under my skirt and took off my knickers, dropping them on the door knob.
Suddenly, a knock. I opened the door and the black man was there, pushing me back against the wall and kissing me. It was urgent and it was rough, and it was also exactly what I wanted and needed. Without a word we kissed, our tongues tangling in our mouths as our hands explored each others’ body.
Within seconds were both completely naked, and I dropped to take his amazing black cock in my mouth. I sucked and sucked, until he stopped me by grabbing my hair, and pulling me back to my feet. His fingers dropped to find my clit, and as he sucked my tits hard, making a loud popping noise, he pushed a finger into my wet cunt and started to poke it around, making me stretch and even wetter within minutes.
I was totally hot, and the slut inside me was dying to get out.