I admit it, I’m a tease. I love turning men on wherever I go. i wear short skirts and tight tops. I go to the supermarket with no bra on and lean over a lot. I sit on bar stools with my leg slightly spread. I let my eyes wander down to the crotch of almost every man I meet. I can’t help it.

The fact is, teasing drives me wild. Just thinking how hard I make men, thinking about the hungry looks they give me makes me so wet.

I know what they’re thinking. They wonder if my 34C tits are as firm and juicy as they look (they are). They want to know if my sweet pussy is shaved and tight (it is).

I know what they want to do. They want to grab hold of my long brown hair and throw me to the ground right there. They want to slam their hard dicks into my soft pink mouth. They want to grab my tight round ass. They want to shove their cocks into my hot cunt. They want to unload their cum all over my pretty young face.

I know all that, and it makes me so hot. After a long day of teasing as many men as I can find I go home and call back all the memories. The looks, the offers. I wrap myself in all that desire and rub my clit until I explode.

So if you’ve been teased by me, don’t be upset. Just know you helped me cum over and over again.

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She’d spent the morning in meetings with some new coworkers. She sat next to Jack, a brilliant attorney who smelled like heaven. Every time he moved she got a whiff of his spicy aftershave with an undercurrent of raw male musk. Within minutes she felt herself moisten. The meeting was agony, and she fled to her office and shut the door as soon as it ended. She sent an office-wide message asking not be disturbed as she needed to catch up on some paperwork.

Maggie sat down behind her big desk and took a deep breath. Focus, she told herself. You have work to do. But the pile of forms in front of her was no match for her dripping snatch. She let her black pencil skirt slide up as she slipped her hand under the waistband of her pantyhose. Jesus, she thought. What a dirty slut I am, soaking through my panties at the office.

After just a moment she decided to go for it. She quickly ripped through the seam of the pantyhose and slid the thin band of her panties out of the way. Legs spread, she ran her fingers gently over her smooth shaved pussy. It was very, very wet. She raised a finger to her mouth to taste her sweet juices. She moaned.

Maggie unbuttoned her sweater, unhooked her bra and let her tits hang free. Her nipples were swollen and hard. She rubbed her clit and licked her lips. It felt so good, but she needed something more. She noticed a big dry erase marker on the corner of her desk, and smiled wickedly. It wasn’t a hard cock but it would do.

She stood up, grabbed the marker, and stuck it in her mouth for lubrication. It occurred to her what a sight she would be for someone who walked in. Tall and voluptuous, she knew people loved to stare at her body, male and female. Her jet black hair hung in a straight sheet down to her waist, accentuating her pale creamy skin. The idea of being caught like that, breasts and pussy exposed turned her on, and she leaned forward over her desk.

Maggie rubbed her swollen tits over the cool surface of her desk as she slid the marker inside her tight twat from behind. She bit her lip as she started thrusting it in and out. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. She imagined Jack and his sexy swell behind her, fucking hard. In just moments she was dripping pussy juice on the floor and trying hard not to scream. Fuck me Jack, fuck me hard, she muttered to herself. That was all she needed. She was cumming.

Maggie’s legs were shaking and weak. She slid the marker out of her, dropped it back on the desk and collapsed into her chair. She took a deep breath, fixed her clothes and went back to work. An hour later as she was finishing her paperwork she grabbed the dry erase marker that still smelled like her pussy. She resolved to take it to her next meeting with Jack. She’d see if he liked her smell as much as she enjoyed his. Maybe next time he’d join her behind the closed office door.

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She looked around and noticed other people in cars just like her, sweating and cursing, wanting to get home. As her irritated glance slid to the left, she noticed something different. The man in the next car was staring back at her and smiling. She gave him a quick grin and looked away. No reason to be rude, but there was nothing to smile about that day.

She looked down and noticed that her silk blouse was stuck to her body and wet from sweating. Gross, she thought. Good thing I’ve got a talk top on under this. She removed the blouse and placed it in a damp heap on the seat next to her. Glancing back towards the smiling man she saw he was sitting with his head tilted back against the headrest, eyes closed, and it looked like he might be panting. Probably jacking off, she thought. Pervert.

Before she could think anything else she got a flash vision that took her breathe away. She imagined the man getting out of his car and coming over to her. He’d jump in the passenger seat wordlessly, but with a hungry look on his face. He’d reach over and slide his hands over her small but pert breasts. Her nipples would harden as he squeezed them.

His mouth was suddenly everywhere. Lips brushing over her neck. Tongue tracing a trail down her damp cleavage. And then a hand worked its way up under her skirt, searching for the place where her legs met. Before she could say a word that hand found what it was looking for. He rubbed her clit with one hand and pinched her nipple with the other. She began to moan as he covered her mouth with his. Kissing him was a frantic act. Their tongues wrestled as both panted with excitement. Her pussy was dripping wet and begging for attention. He broke off the kiss to pull her top and bra down, exposing her erect nipples. Sliding one long finger deep inside her hungry pussy he bent to her nipples and started to lightly bite.

She screamed as her body rocketed to orgasm. Eyes closed, chest heaving she sunk down into the seat, spent. A honk from behind jarred her back to reality. She was sitting in her car alone, tits out, with a hand up her skirt, and traffic was beginning to move. She looked to the left frantically. He gave her a knowing smile before his car pulled ahead of her.

To hell with the shower, she said to herself. She accelerated to catch up to him, and followed him to a nearby motel. She only hoped the real thing would be as good as her fantasy.

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When I’m playing with my vibrating toy friend I fantasize that I’m a sex slave to dozens of men with giant dicks and women with huge, heaving tits. They make me play with myself until I cum, over and over, and over again. This fantasy drives me wild and I can’t keep from screaming.

Me tight pink pussy is pulsating and I can hardly breathe. My clit is on fire and I don’t think I can take much more. In my fantasy they’re holding me down as I thrash around, begging to be fucked. All around me there are big hard cocks sliding into red lips and wet pussies. Someone slides a hard nipple attached to a soft tit into my mouth. I hold on for dear life to keep from screaming again. Then I feel a tongue on my clit, and it’s all over. My body quivers and shakes and I feel my pussy juice run down my leg.

Back in the real world I’m lying on the floor, completely spent. My nipples are hard, my face is flushed. I take a moment to catch my breath and wish I wasn’t alone. At least I still have my toy. Might have to go again.

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