After my wild night out I got home and took a very long nap. I got up and hopped into the shower. It was a crazy couple of days. I got dumped by my boyfriend Jim because I wouldn't marry him. Then I went out and fucked 3 different men in less than 24 hours and loved every minute of it. All of them pretty much strangers, old enough to be my father and married!
Before I went to sleep I thought about my naughty list and decided my next hook up was going to be with my former boss, Mr. Bradford. What I didn't tell you is that I was laid off a few weeks ago. Between that and being dumped I wasn't feeling too hot about myself. But having sex with different guys and having them go crazy over me made me feel sexy and desirable.
Mr. Bradford was going to be my next conquest. He used to check out my 36DD tits all the time. He would put his arm around me and some of the other girls in the office. He would check out our asses. Mr. Bradford was a touchy feely type of guy and liked to stand close to you when he was telling you something and would just stare right at my tits. He was in his late 40's and married with a daughter in college and 2 more kids in high school. One of the girls that was laid off at the same time as me said that if she was laying Mr. Bradford she wouldn't have been laid off.
I woke up and honestly my craving for slutty sex was gone. I know that I was acting this way because Jim dumped me and because I was already feeling shitty for being fired. I didn't want to just lay around feeling sad for myself so I went out and had great sex. Some of the best sex of my life! But if I stopped now I guess I could just blame my slutty behaviour on the bad things that happened and that would be that. I would be back to being the nice girl that just had some flings because I was sad.
I got dressed and went downstairs for dinner. I was pleasantly surprised to find our next door neighbour, Mr. White was our dinner guest. It turned out his wife and kids left for a long weekend to visit the grandparents. If you remember, Mr. White was one of the other names on my naughty list.
Mr. White and I hugged. When we pulled away from each other I noticed that Mr. White looked down at my tits. That triggered something in me. I instantly got wet and my cravings for sex started again.
I had some fun with Mr. White at dinner like laughing so hard it made my big tits bounce, bending over to pick something up so he could check out my sweet ass, putting my hair up so that my tits would be accentuated, throwing my arms around telling a story to make my tits bounce even more and accidentally brushing my tit against his shoulder when pouring him some more water.
I gave Mr. White a nice big hug, pressing my boobs against him as we said goodbye. He walked over to his house and I ran upstairs to my room. I took off my bra, changed into a tight white halter top and put on a sweater to cover up. I went downstairs and told my mom and dad I was going for a walk.
I would babysit for the Whites over the years. I remember Mr. White checking me out even when I was 16 years old. The naughty man would always be catching a look at my tits. I once went onto his computer when I was baby sitting and found some porn. You could tell he liked girls with big tits from the porn he watched. Goodie for me.
Could I? Should I? Would I?
Of course I must. Mr. White was on my naughty list. His family took off for the weekend at the same time I was acting like a complete slut. It was fate.
I walked over to his house and knocked on the door. It was on. I was about to suck and fuck Mr. White. The very idea got my pussy really wet and made my nipples really hard.
"Well hello," he said. "I didn't think I would get to see you again so soon."
"I wanted to get out of the house," I said. "I knew you were all alone and figured you might want some company."
"That was very considerate," he said. "Please come in."
"No, you cum in," my dirty mind thought. "In my mouth. In my pussy. In my ass."
We sat down and he offered me a drink. I asked for a beer if he had one. We chatted for a while talking about life and stuff. But what was really going on in my mind was trying to figure out how to make this happen.
"Tell me more about you," he said. "Still with that same young man?"
That is when I took my cue. I started to cry and sob.
"What's the matter?" Mr White asked.
"My boyfriend Jim broke it off with me," I said. "He broke my heart, Mr. White."
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Mr. White held me close. I made sure to press my braless tits up against his chest. I squeezed him tight. Mr. White's arms were wrapped around me. He kept saying it was going to be okay. Then he got silent.
We held each other like that for a long time. Both of us were breathing heavy. I could feel him getting hard. I pressed up against him. We both began to sway a little pressed up against one another.