Not A Whore Just a Slut

“You’re not a whore. You’re a slut,” his deep resonant voice sounded confident as he faced her. His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes.

“There’s a difference. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. You’re in lust with every man you meet.” He smiled into her eyes as he traced the opening of her blouse, then followed the V of her bra to the depth of her cleavage. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger. He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress.

Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.

“What about my husband,” she whispered. They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust.

“That poor, stupid jerk. If he knew I was in the room next to him feeling up his wife like some street tramp, he’d probably have a coronary. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

“I can’t. He’ll come in and catch us,” she said.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply. It was obvious that she liked his kiss.

The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. “Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. “What if he comes in here?” she asked.

“He won’t come in here. Hell, he won’t even get out of his chair to get his own beer. That’s why I’m in here,” he reassured her, as he massaged her pussy through her skirt.

She looked skeptical at the same time her body began to sway to the movement of his fingers.

“Hey, how about bringing us out some sandwiches when you come,” her husband called from the other room.

“You see?” he asked as stroked her pussy, massaging her inflamed flesh slowly, sensuously, teasing her passion, his finger tracing her slit.

He looked deeply into her eyes, smiled, and kissed her again. The kiss was terribly delicious. It took her breath away and her resistance dissolved with that breath.
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Bachelor Party Her Sister Pinch Hits

After dating her for four years, I was getting more that a little pressure from my girlfriend Lacy’s parents to “make an honest woman” out of her. The fact she moved into my downtown Chicago loft a year ago did not please her parents any and I was getting more hassles about the arrangements that expected. I was in no hurry to get married and resisted until finally popping the question one night a few months ago. She said “YES” immediately and her Mom and Dad instantly cut back on their not-to-subtle snide remarks.

We set a wedding date for six months down the road. Lacy has one sibling, a younger sister named Vickie. She was a big help in making plans for the wedding and handling many of the details Lacy could not get to with her time consuming occupation as a flight attendant for a major airline. I had the impression Vickie was more excited about the upcoming wedding than I was.

Lacy looks so much like Vickie it’s scary. They both are the same height at 5’2″. They both have back rounds in sports (track, tennis) so they have nice firm legs, full shapely hips and small waists. Long blond hair was also a feature they share.

Features they did not have in common? Well, Vickie has wavy hair in contrast to Lacy’s straight hair. One other difference was in the breast size. While Lacy has a modest set of 32B set of tits, Vickie carries a healthy set of 34DDs which stand out prominently since she is short. This was often a topic of interest at the family pool parties, especially among any males. Lacy only wore conservative one piece bathing suits while Vickie was more apt to flaunt her bigger tits in tasteful, but attractive bikini’s. The tops were not skimpy. That said, she was not self conscious about her healthy chest and was okay with the attention. Oh, one last difference was age. Lacy was 29 years old while Vickie had just recently celebrated her 21st Birthday and was a recent college graduate.

The wedding date was approaching rapidly. I was getting apprehensive but gave no outward impression of calling it off and expressed no desire to postpone the date. Lacy? She expressed her excitement more as the big day was coming. Vickie was in step with her, making arrangements. I stayed out of the process – much to my delight, no one complained. In the months leading up to the wedding I had little time together with Lacy – since we announced the engagement she elected to move back with her Mom and Dad until the wedding was over. At the same time, she explicitly told me no more sex until the wedding was official. While Mommy and Daddy were glad their daughter was no longer “living in sin” and I was not so happy to be deprived of having my sexual needs attended to.

Two weeks before the wedding, my “Best Man” Adam called say he had set up the bachelor party for the following weekend on Saturday evening. As the custom goes, he got in touch will all our mutual buddies and I gave him a list of other friends and co-workers I thought should be at the party. The day before the event, he showed me the list of guys who committed to attending the bash. It would be a fairly large party of twenty two guys. And, of course, he hired the obligatory stripper. I was very cool with that. I was hoping for at least to babes but who was I to complain?

The next night the party was well under way. Since Adam was living with his parents, I had agreed to have the party in the club house located in my apartment building. It was spacious with a full kitchen, and well furnished with a couple of couches, a recliner and a nice sound system. Needless to say, there was plenty of beer and hard liquor brought in – before long the libations were going down fast. By the time the entertainment arrived a few hours into the night we were all heavily boozed up and rowdy.

The stripper called herself “Briana” and had a killer body. I wondered if she chose the fake name due to her uncanny resemblance to porn star Brianna Banks. She was about 5’6″ with a great build – within minutes of commencing her tawdry routine she had she everything but a skimpy G-string. She made sure I was given a chair in the center of the room where she could do her thing – and give every guy a good look at her performance. She was no rookie as she was in control.

Brianna had massive store bought breasts which she bounced in front of me. Her bottle blond hair went to the middle of her tanned, toned back and had an ass that must have been maintained with lots of time on the “Stairmaster.” She was not shy about demonstrating her firm behind as she danced and delivered a hip grinding lap dance to me. My cock responded instantly. Her tits were in my face frequently and I was slobbering all over them, making kind of a scene. She was into it big time, her nipples swollen and shiny with my saliva. Shame on me – I was drooling all over her fun bags.
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Friends Huge Breasted Daughter

Autumn’s father and I have been friends for a long time. I used to baby-sit his baby girl Autumn all the time when she was ust a kidd while he and his wife were off at work. By the time Autumn started going to high school, she and her parents moved to a new location. I was upset that my best friend had just moved. They were pretty much the only family I had ever known. Being 40 years of age, life sure does suck when you’re lonely.

It’s been a few years since I have seen Autumn and her family. But one day out of the blue, I got a phone call from Autumn’s father Henry. I hadn’t spoken to him in ages, and I was very pleased to hear his voice. We talked seemingly for hours on the phone before he had to go. He invited me down to his new work place just an hour from where I lived. I agreed to meet with him after all these years. I couldn’t help but ask him how Autumn turned out since the last time I saw her. Henry assured me that I would like the new Autumn. In fact, I’d get to see her because Henry hired her. I couldn’t wait to see Henry and his daughter again. I literally counted down the days until that day had arrived.

The day came for me to see Henry and his family again. I drove down to a local construction company just an hour away from me. As I drove up into the parking lot, a man was waiting for me with a smile on his face. I knew it had to be my good old buddy Henry. He greeted me as soon as I got out of the car. We hug and told each other how good it felt to meet again after all these years. Henry invited me up to his office to meet his co-workers and employees. It turned out that Henry was one of the top supervisors at his construction company.

We went up to his office and I met everyone he was working with but I wasn’t really much into meeting new people. I just wanted to see how Autumn turned out since the days I knew her. Henry told me that Autumn was in her new office and that I should surprise her. Henry had to take off to one of his projects he was working on downtown so he told me to spend the day with Autumn.

Some workers pointed me in the direction of Autumn’s office. I read the name tag on the front door and it was indeed Autumn’s office. I knocked twice before I heard a lovely voice telling me to come in. As I opened the door, there sitting on her desk and talking on the phone was Autumn. She was more beautiful then I could have imagined. My eyes quickly drifted from her glowing Brazilian face and those juicy red lips that were moving with words, to what I couldn’t believe. Autumn was huge in the chest. I felt my cock immediately start to rise. It’d been so long since my dick tingled with excitement over a woman. But Autumn wasn’t just any woman. She had gorgeous long black hair with matching dark perils. She was slim and seemingly thick in all the right places. My mind was going blank as I realized that Autumn was no longer the little girl I used to baby-sit but now a 21 year old buxom woman.

“Uncle Marty!” Autumn yelled out after she hung up the phone. She called me Uncle Marty because I was more then just a baby-sitter to her. We were family. But now, I just wanted to break family ties and slide my hard cock between her juicy Brazilian tits.

Autumn quickly walked up to me and gave me a huge hug.

“I haven’t seen you in ages, Uncle Marty,” she said to me. I wrapped my arms around her tightly. The feeling of her bra-encased knockers pressing against my chest sent a wonderful sensation throughout my body, especially down in my private region.

“OH! Uncle Marty! Is that a banana or are you just happy to see me?” Autumn said jokingly. I knew she had felt my hard on press against her crotch. I felt embarrassed that she actually noticed.

“Mmmm. Don’t worry uncle. Your secret is safe with me,” Autumn said giving me a wink as we released each other from our hug.

“Have a seat uncle or should I just call you Marty now?” Autumn asked.

I took a gasp of air and replied, “Yeah, sure Autumn. You’re all grown up. I guess Uncle Marty is a little bit played out.”

“I think I like calling you Uncle Marty,” she replied smiling.

“My, my, my, Autumn. You have certainly grown up to be such a beautiful young woman. I remember when you were just a little baby. So cute then and very cute now,” I told her followed by a little laugh.

“Oh, yes, the good old days. Do you remember those times I would stuff my shirt and pretend I was a grown woman?” said Autumn, laughing afterwards.

“Of course, How could I forget? Now, you have the real deal,” I said and then I gasped and realized what I had just said.

“I’m sorry for saying that Autumn. Forgive me,” I quickly apologized.

“It’s ok Uncle. We’re adults now. I don’t blame you for noticing. I mean, who wouldn’t notice these huge watermelons I’m carrying on my chest. Gee. Wish guys knew how it felt to have breasts especially if you’re a size 44EE.”

As soon as she said that, my dick rose to its full hard on, throbbing to be released and played with by my favorite girl in the whole world. Suddenly the phone rang and Autumn answered it.

“Oh hi daddy,” I heard her say.

“Yeah. He’s right here. I’m so glad that you invited him to come visit us. Sure. I’ll ask him. Ok. Be safe. Bye bye.”

She hung up the phone and said, “My dad wants to know if you’ll stay at our house tonight and keep me company. He has to go out of town on some business, and he doesn’t want me to be alone. Ever since mom died, dad tries to make me feel more secure. It would mean a lot to me if you would stay the weekend until Dad gets back. That’s what he wants too.”

My heart nearly skipped a beat. The thought of Autumn and me in the house alone all weekend was too much.

“It’ll be like old times when you used to baby-sit me,” Autumn added while giving me a cute and hard-to-resist puppy dog face.
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