Speaker 1: Hello, my love Lies.
Speaker 2: I'm Roxy Callahan and welcome to my Erotic Whispers, the
podcast where I celebrate women's sexuality and our freedom to
embrace whatever that means to us, from making love by
candlelight to going down on your girlfriend in the backseat
of a car because the passion is so all consuming
that you just can't wait any longer. This week's story
is another one that I wrote in my swipe Wright series.
I'll have some more in this series in a future episode,
as I loved writing about a woman that is taking
charge of her desires in the most honest way possible
after a long relationship of having those desires denied. If
you want to hear the previous story, I'll drop a
link in the description. Having sex and public can be
an arousing thrill. Part of the thrill is the brazen
confidence you want to embrace your desire and you don't
care who sees, but let's be honest. Part of the
thrill is also the danger in being caught and the
delightful shock of those that catch you. This story has
all of those things. Our cast from the previous Whitebrite
episode returns. Annie B returns his m and Bethany returns
as Candy, Rick and Sean round out the cast. Finally,
please note that this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Candy asked me to meet her at her apartment for coffee.
Our previous conversation about my plan to explore my sexual
boundaries by using a dating app led to some anxious
glances around the restaurant. She agreed to be more open
minded about our discussing my sex life, but she wouldn't
do it in public. I couldn't wait to tell her
all about it with more freedom. She still couldn't believe
I broke up with Brad, my boyfriend of three years,
but after nothing but the missionary position in dismissive replies
when I asked about anything more adventurous, I just couldn't
take it anymore. Sure, he looks like an Abercrombie and
Fitch model, but he fucked like a blow up doll.
Candy gave me a big hug at the door and
we moved to her living room.
Speaker 3: Okay, first of all, I'm just glad you're safe. She
headed me a mug of coffee he used to condom right.
I smiled over the steam rising from my mug. Nope,
we didn't even discuss it. Damn it, Emma, do you
want to get a disease?
Speaker 1: I shrugged, not really, but I guess it's a risk
I'm willing to take. After a short stare of disapproval,
Candy sighed and continued.
Speaker 3: Okay, it's your life. I just worry us all.
Speaker 1: Thank you. I really do appreciate your concern, but I'm
a big girl. I sip my coffee and then put
it on her coffee table. I couldn't wait to tell
her more, but I didn't want to freak her out.
She was squeamish about sharing intimate details about each other's
sex lives, but how could I not do that? So
I let her set the pace.
Speaker 3: So did it meet your expectations?
Speaker 1: I had ended the night after two orgasms and some
intense ass fucking. It was extraordinary, but I wasn't sure
how to express just how amazing it felt to lie
back with my ass and pussy drenched in come, total
satisfaction vibrating through every muscle, so I kept it simple.
It was amazing, Candy, totally amazing. I had no idea
that animal sex could be so fulfilling. She kind of
looked at me.
Speaker 3: Funny, is that all you did?
Speaker 1: Well? No, he went down on me and then stroked
me to a ge spot orgasm. Then I deep throated him.
My excitement got the best of me, and I just
rambled on, Oh my god, Candy, have you ever had
a guy so deep in your mouth that you can
feel your lips brush against his balls? Kenny, hold up
her hand.
Speaker 3: Jesus, Sam, you deep throated a guy and that was
the first time he gave a guy a blowjob in
three years.
Speaker 1: Well, it took some work, but he didn't seem to mind.
I crossed my legs and took a drink of coffee,
reliving the night was turning out to be a turn
on in and of itself.
Speaker 3: I bet, so, are you going to see this guy again?
Speaker 1: Nope, I'm ready for my next wipe right adventure.
Speaker 3: I can't believe you, Emma, you have this totally amazing
night of sex and you're not even going to see
the guy again. Was Was he kind of a dick?
Or did you just not hit it off in other ways?
Speaker 1: Honestly, he was a really nice guy. I could maybe
see calling him again someday. I have so much more
to experience Candy smiled, and that was when I realized
that she was starting to move from concern to voyeuristic excitement.
Speaker 3: So what's next.
Speaker 1: I'm so glad you asked, I'm going to fuck a
guy in public? Candy laughed.
Speaker 3: Just make sure I'm nowhere nearby.
Speaker 1: I like the photos I used for my anal sex profile,
a photo of me in a bikini and then photos
of me in a mini dress and another one of
me in tight jeans and a similar tight T shirt.
But I added a new one as my main pick.
It was a picture from a couple years earlier, when
I had been in a wet T shirt contest. It
was a shot of me and bikini bottoms and a
wet T shirt that perfectly showcased my tight body and
firm tits. I cropped my head out of the photos again.
I really liked the pleasant surprise from Tom when I
sent him the photo of my face. It was like
a special bonus. He got the fuck my ass, and
I turned out to be really pretty too. I obviously
changed up my description, but I kept it just as simple.
I'm not interested in anything long term. In fact, I'm
not even interested in dating. What I want is to
meet you in a public place. Don't say anything, just
start to fuck me right there in public. You finish
and leave. Swipe bright, and let's do it. When I
put my previous profile together, I was a mixture of
scared and excited. But after Tom fucking me, the ass
went so well. I was nothing but nervous with anticipation
and excitement. I saved my profile and decided to savor
every part of the process. I stripped off my clothes,
finished my nightly routine, and then crawled into bed naked,
with my cellphone clutched in my right hand. I opened
the dating app and started to imagine how things would
go as I browsed for men. The first guy was
kind of ugly, but I still fantasized doing him. What
if he had a nine inch cock and was so
thrilled that a gorgeous woman picked him that I fucked
me hard enough that I came like three times just
from his massive member drilling me. His name was Carl,
and I swiped right because fuck it, why not? He
was a dude with a penis. The next guy was
in a picture with a kid. Sorry, I wasn't even
going there. The next few guys just had something weird
about their look. I'm in their physical appearance, but their
clothing choices and how he presented themselves on camera. If
I was going to fuck a guy, he needed to
be confident and willing to just approach it with the
same sense of fun and distance like I was. Ooh, Jeff.
I liked his abs. I pictured my tongue running a
trail from his nipples down to his cock. The feeling
of his hard muscles under my soft tongue as a
preview of his hard cock being in my mouth was
just too much to think about, and I started to
touch myself. I was already wet from just thinking about
what lay ahead, so I slid my fingers in my
pussy and started to lightly stroke my clip as I
thought of Jeff. Swipe right for sure, swipe left, swipe left,
and then Colin. He was kind of nerdy, looking like Tom,
and thinking of Tom turned me on even more. Colin,
what will you do to me in public? Where will
you do me? I dropped my throne beside me on
the bed and pictured us in some public park or monument.
Colin would press me up against a wall. He'd unzip
his pants and I would wrap my legs around his hips.
He'd slide his cock inside me and then start fucking
me against the wall. My ankles crossed behind his back
as I held on and rode him like a bucking bronco.
I pictured him moaning as his cock shoved up and down,
his hands on the bottom of my ass as he
helped hold me up. I was as close to coming
as I stroked my clit and imagined a group of
people approaching. Their jaws would drop open and their eyes
would go wide, and the image took me right to
the edge of a orgasm. I pictured Colin coming inside me,
and with a few more strokes, my fantasy self and
real self came together. I opened my eyes and smiled. Okay,
the danger of being caught at it something for sure.
I was so going to enjoy whoever I hooked up with.
Panting heavily, I picked my phone back up and looked
at Colin's tender photo, smiling at me, Colin, maybe it
would be you, swipe right. I was just about to
turn in for the night when my phone ding with
a notification. It was a guy named Justin. Hey, I, Emma,
I'm totally into a one night stand with you. That's good,
justin because that's a prerequisite for having you fuck me.
Speaker 4: Damn, girl, I can't believe you want to fuck me.
This is so good, that's right.
Speaker 1: I ended the conversation right there. I didn't want some
guy thrilled to death just to be fucking me. I
wanted a guy thrilled to death to be fucking me
in public. Another day and I realized that it was
probably a mistake to post my profile at night. I'd
be getting tons of notifications. Oh well, I stacked my
pillows up and prepared to have a few conversations. Maybe
i'd find the guy right away. I opened the app public.
Huh sounds exciting, doesn't it though. I hope this doesn't
surprise you.
Speaker 4: But your body is smoking hot, and I'm actually having
a hard time believing you're real. There are a ton
of fake profiles out there.
Speaker 1: Oh I'm real, Roy, and you.
Speaker 4: Want to just have a one night stand in public?
Speaker 1: One night stand, one day stand. It doesn't really matter. Hell,
I don't care if you fuck me in the asrapussy,
but fucking needs to be involved, and it has to
be in public.
Speaker 4: Wow. So all I have to do is agree to it,
and we're good to.
Speaker 1: Go pretty much.
Speaker 4: So what are the rules? Condom for sure? Anything else?
Speaker 1: I'm not sure how much simpler I can make this.
The only rules are one meet me in public and
two fuck me?
Speaker 4: Can you send me a photo of your face?
Speaker 1: Sure? If you send me a photo of your dick?
You first. Now your phone has a camera on it,
doesn't it? Oh, and it better be hard.
Speaker 4: Give me a minute.
Speaker 1: The photo was so clearly a picture of a porn
star that I didn't even bother responding. I hated wasting
time on conversations only to have the guy flake or
lie or just went out. Carlin and mister Abs also
both messaged me. Both turned out to be losers. Then,
just as I was going to turn off my phone
and go to bed, Karl messaged.
Speaker 5: Me, Emma, You're like a dream come true.
Speaker 1: I was going to finish the conversation right there. Carl
was the ugly guy, and the last thing I needed
was for him to turn into a puppy overwhelmed and
happiness that gave him the time of day. I kind
of liked how I was feeling about guys. My standards
were so specifically geared to the physical act that normal
filters like looks became much less important. What I couldn't
deal with was a weak personality. As I considered Karl
on that light, debating just passing him by right then
and there, he surprised me.
Speaker 5: I've been wanting to fucking public for ages, but no
one I've dated. Whatever, go for it.
Speaker 1: It appears we have a similar history in partners who
disappoint us.
Speaker 5: Carl, Huh, you could put it that way, I guess.
Speaker 1: So let's focus on our exciting future and not our
disappointing past. What do you have in mind?
Speaker 5: Me fucking you and public?
Speaker 1: I like how you think, Carl, you get it. Why
don't you give me a scenario?
Speaker 5: Hmm? How about this? Well, your car over to the
shoulder on the Interstate ten sometime tomorrow. Just bend over
and look like you're preparing to fix flat tire or something.
I'll pull up, get out, walk over, and then just
fuck you from behind while we watch the cars go by.
Speaker 1: Oh my god, I love that idea. Give me a
time after five o'clock.
Speaker 5: Huh, rush hour. You're a naughty girl.
Speaker 1: You have no idea.
Speaker 5: How about five forty five?
Speaker 1: I have a sneaky suspicion that I will suffer some
kind of automobile malfunction between exit twelve and thirteen on
the eastbound side of I ten at five forty five tomorrow.
I also have a sneaky suspicion that I'll be wearing
a short miniskirt with no panties.
Speaker 5: And I have a sneaky suspicion then I'm going to
find a young woman stranded on the side of the
road at five point forty five tomorrow. I'll stop to help,
but I'll see her ass peeking out from under her
miniskirt and I'll just fuck her instead. I won't even
say a single word, just slide my dick in and
do it. Jesus, I'm what right now just thinking about it.
I was hard the moment I metsaged you.
Speaker 1: Okay, I need to savor this, so I'm closing the app.
See you tomorrow.
Speaker 5: You can guarantee it.
Speaker 1: You see, Karl was awesome. He totally got it. Didn't
ask for a picture of my face, didn't proactively send
me a dick pic, just his fantasy coming together with mine.
I was wired with lust, so I masturbated again to
a quick orgasm. It was funny Brad not only rarely
fuck me, I hardly masturbated when we were together. It
was like his lack of lust ruined my own. But
now with sex happening in the most exciting circumstances, I
masturbated to orgasm twice in one night, and even when
I finished, I tingled with excitement over what I was
to experience the next day. I loved it. As I
fell asleep, I realized that the old Emma had all
but disappeared. I was no longer that tentative girl that
hoped for a slightly better sex life with my borning boyfriend.
I wasn't even the girl that valued my boyfriend's looks
and the jealousy of the other girls over my own happiness.
I was now dating at Emma, the confident woman who
knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.
And what I wanted right then was a good, hard
fuck from Carl on the side of an interstate. None
of my friends would ever have been jealous of me
being with Carl, and that thought made me smile. They
didn't know what they really wanted, but I did, and
I was going to get it. The next day, after work,
I changed into a loose but extremely short miniskirt. I
slipped my panties off and looked in the mirror. Three
days earlier, I would have been horrified. With the red
high heels. My outfit practically screamed fuck me. But I
was now dating at Emma, and my outfit revealed my
innermost desires. I wasn't slutty, I was honest. As I
drove along I ten, I noted how heavy the traffic was.
I imagine men and women glancing over at me as
Carl fucked me from behind, with someone honked their horn.
Would the police stop us? How dangerous was this? I
didn't care. No, I did care. I wanted the attention,
I wanted the wide eyes and stares, but I wanted
everybody to see how much I enjoyed being fucked. I
pulled over and walked to the back of the car.
I stood near the rear right tire and just kind
of stared at it with my hands on my hips.
There was the sound of tires on gravel, and I
had the fleeting concern that someone other than Karl would
stop by to help me. But as the man got
out of the car, I could tell it was clearly him.
It was in jeans and a loose fitting T shirt.
I didn't notice much more than that, because as he
took a few steps I could see a huge bulge
in his cheins. The thrill of the moment hit me.
As I saw him getting closer, I slipped my hand
under my miniskirt and started to stroke my pussy lips.
I was already sopping wet with anticipation. Carl stopped behind me,
and among the woosh of cars rushing past and the
wind blowing my hair, I heard the distinct sound of
his zipper being opened. I licked my lips and leaned
over facing the car. I closed my eyes and put
my hands on my thighs. The next thing I felt
was Karl running his cock up and down the inside
of my thigh. I opened my eyes and watched some
cars rush by. They were moving too fast for me
to see faces, but in my mind I was thinking,
you are right there, and I have a cock between
my legs. God, I couldn't believe the thrill and electricity
of the moment. I stroked my clit at the same
time that Karl slid his cock up and down my
pussy lips. I wanted to just say fuck me, but
part of the thrill was the primal nature of what
we were doing. I didn't want to talk, and I
didn't want to hear Karl. I wanted to hear his
thighs stopping against mine. He ran his cock up the
crack of my ass, and I was immediately reminded of Tom.
I wouldn't have minded if Carl fucked me in the ass,
but I could tell he had a huge cock, and
I was hoping I could feel it deep inside my pussy.
His knuckle goals lightly brushed the skin of my ass
as he used the head of his cock to play
with my tight hole. I wondered if he thought he
was being daring or provocative, not knowing that two nights
before I had a cock in my ass. He stopped
and I gasped as he slid his cock down and
slid it between my lips. I wanted his cock hid
me so badly. I put my hands on the side
of the car and pushed back. Carl got the message
and put his hands on my hips as he slipped
his cock inside me. He did it so slow that
I thought I was going to burst as I felt
it squeeze deeper and deeper. I had never had a
cock that big inside me, and I couldn't believe how
great it felt as the soft skin around his hard
cock crust every part of my pussy. He paused, and
I savored the feeling of total penetration. I squeezed his
cock with my pussy muscles, and I swore I heard
a moan over the sound of the cars. I felt
him pull away, and before I could even consider enjoying
a slow penetration again, he started the thrust, hard and deep.
It was like an animal as he just slammed his
cock inside of me over and over again. I wanted
to touch myself, but the force of his thrusts were
shoving me forward and I had to hold onto the
car for support. The feeling of his thigh slapping it
endst the back of mine, and the friction of his
thrust started a raising heat of orgasm inside me. I
had never orgasmed when Brad fucked me. I'd always had
to sneakily masturbate afterwards. But Karl's big cock was crushing
my entire pussy as he thrust in and out, and
it was slowly getting me to that point. I looked
at the cars passing by, and again the thought that
all those people were watching me get fucked by a
big cock brought me even closer to orgasm. Karl started
thrusting faster, and I knew that he would finish before me,
so I dropped my right hand between my legs, my
left hand supporting me as Carl pounded my pussy. Fuck,
I'm coming, and he thrust his cock so deep inside
me it actually hurt. I could feel as cock throb
as he came, and I stroked my clit fast and faster.
Carl pulled his cock out just a bit, and I
felt some of his hot coumb slide down the inside
of my thigh, and Na's what sent me over the edge.
My knees went weak as my orgasm exploded around Carl's cock.
He very slowly slid it out, as if savoring every
moment of my pussy wrapped around him, and natch just
made the aftershocks of my orgasm even stronger. As his
cock slipped out, I realized another thing about Carl. He
shot out an enormous amount of cum. Streams of come
and tripped down my pussy lips and continued down my thighs.
I glanced at the cars again, that's right, everyone, my
pussy and legs are covered in coum. I looked over
my shoulder at Karl and smiled. He nodded, tugged up
his pants, zipped, and then walked right back to his car.
I grabbed a hoodie that was lying on my back seat,
cleaned myself up, climbed back in my car, and drove home.
I wasn't sure what I liked more the feeling of
a large cock pounding me. We're watching people drive past
as it was happening. Hell, why choose? They were both good.
I hadn't even taken my shoes off at home when
my phone dinged with a message from Carl. Oh god,
I thought, Please don't get all clingy, Emma, Hi Carl,
would you think of that? I think you have an
impressively large cock, and I quite enjoyed feeling loads of
your hotcom dripped down my leg.
Speaker 5: God, you are so hot.
Speaker 1: Thank you, Carl. But let's say goodbye.
Speaker 2: Now.
Speaker 1: That was fun, but that's all it was.
Speaker 5: That's the thing, And I hope this doesn't offend you.
It was fun, but it wasn't really daring, was it?
Speaker 1: Perhaps he didn't see the cars rushing past while your
cock was inside me.
Speaker 5: No, that was awesome, But don't you think we should
try something more dangerous. Maybe consider the roadside thing as
an appetizer for some real excitement.
Speaker 1: I'm listening.
Speaker 5: I'm thinking I meet you at hijinks and I fuck
you on the dance floor.
Speaker 1: Carl, I'm getting wet just thinking of that. You're right,
I couldn't see a single face wall on the side
of the road. Being right next to a bunch of
sweaty bodies does sound like the actual thing we were
going for.
Speaker 5: Exactly.
Speaker 1: So what's the plan.
Speaker 5: Tomorrow night? You wear the same kind of outfit to
Hijinks at about eleven o'clock. Just go out in the
middle of the dance floor and start dancing. I'll walk
up behind you, press up close, and then I'll unzit
my pants and fuck you right there with people dancing
around us, with people dancing around us or staring at us.
Speaker 1: Ooh, I'm actually touching myself thinking about it.
Speaker 5: Needless to say, I have a heart on right now.
Speaker 1: Of course you do. Eleven o'clock, Carl, I'll be counting
down the minutes.
Speaker 5: Will I.
Speaker 1: I had to hand it the carl. He was absolutely right.
Fucking on the side of the road was fun and
it had its moments of Darren, But to really fucking
public I had to risk having someone look me in
the eye or shake their head in disapproval. On the
dance floor on a busy night, fucking brilliant. I showed
up at ten o'clock to relax with a drink. As
the anticipation built up, A bunch of guys kept buying
me drinks, which was good for my budget but didn't
make the evening very enjoyable. I didn't want to be
the jerk, so I said thank you and told them
all I was waiting for someone. But then this slimy
looking brad type sat down next to me. He was
unbelievably handsome, with black hair and blue eyes and clearly
a great body. Maybe in another life I'd flirt with
him to be able to tell my friends that I
had two male models ying for my attention my boyfriend
in this new guy. But that night I just wanted
to be left alone until I hit the dance floor.
Hi I'm Jason, Hi Jason, I'm afraid I'm meeting someone.
He looked around and slid into the seat next to mine.
Speaker 6: I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind my being here.
Speaker 1: He said it with this annoying confidence that indicated not
only he knew I wasn't there with a guy, but
that whoever was joining me should feel lucky she was
sharing his presence with me. Look, I don't want any
company right now, he smiled.
Speaker 7: Come on, you're the hottest chick in here right now,
and I'm by far the best looking guy here, So
we have that in common.
Speaker 6: Why don't we get to know each other more.
Speaker 1: Was closing in on eleven and I wanted to get
on the dance floor. I was actually only halfway paying
attention to the idiot Jason. I was mostly thinking about
what it would be like to be surrounded by gyrating
bodies as I was being fucked.
Speaker 6: Who would you rather have next to you?
Speaker 1: Empty space?
Speaker 6: Don't be a bitch, I'll buy you a drink.
Speaker 1: I was keeping my eye on the entrance and saw
Carl walk in. No. I was about to get up
when asshole Jason grabbed my arm.
Speaker 7: Huh, when a woman says no, it really is that
she just wants you to work harder for it.
Speaker 1: Carl was making his way to the dance floor, so
I thought I'd have some fun with mister ashole. I
stood up, patted him on the cheek, leaned forward, and
whispered in his ear. Here's just how repulsive you are.
See that guy walking this way. I'm going to go
up to him and tell him to just fuck me
right there in the middle of the dance floor.
Speaker 7: Huh, you think I'm going to believe that shit? You're
crazy with that dude? Fat chicks would turn him down.
Speaker 1: I took a few steps and then looked over my shoulder.
Jason was staring at my butt, so I flicked up
my mini skirt, showing him my bare ass. I walked
over to Karl, who looked a bit confused. As I approached,
I touched his arm and put my lips against his ear.
Count to five and then come fuck me. I turned
and walked straight to the dance floor. The anticipation was exquisite.
I was wet as my shoulder hip grub against someone.
The dance floor was fairly crowded, and the thought of
fucking someone right there was incredible. I swirled my hips
and looked over at asshole guy. He was staring at me,
so I winked at him. A moment later, I felt
two hands on my hips. I looked over my shoulder
and it was Carl. He had a kind of intense
look on his face. I turned away from him and
started swinging my hips back and forth under his hands.
His hands gripped my waist hard, stopping me from moving.
He crowded closer, and then I felt his cock slide
against the back of my thigh. I looked around. There
was a small group of girls dancing together less than
ten feet away. There was some couples dancing and random
other groups. I could have reached out and touched at
least a couple people. As I thought that, I felt
Carl's right hand shift from my hip and lift the
back of my mini skirt. His knuckles brushed my bare ass,
and electricity shot through me. I was sopping wet as
Karl's impressive cock once again spread my pussy lips. I
bent over slightly and he slid as cock deep inside me.
There was no slow tease, there was no hesitation. I
was completely wet and he was completely hard, and he
just shoved it in. He started to thrust, and I
helped by grinding my hips up and down on his cock.
I glanced up an asshole guy was staring right at us.
He was about twenty feet away and could see everything.
I smiled at him and started to aggressively grind my
hips up and down on Carl's cock. I did it
to the driving beat of the music, and all the
pieces were such an incredible turn on that I could
feel that he building in my pussy. The people nearby,
the guy watching us, the driving music, Carl's hard cock,
and my controlling the pace by sliding my pussy up
and down on his cock rather than the reverse. I
looked over my shoulder as I moved my hips in
a little circle, sliding my pussy around Carl's cock, there
was a group of three guys smiling and staring at us.
It was so incredibly erotic to know why I was fucking,
not just for me, but for their amuse as well.
I don't know if they wanted a chance too, but
that thought immediately brought me closer to orgasm. Carl's cock
was thick, and with each stroke I could feel my
orgasm building. As I glanced forward, asshole guy was still staring,
I reached down between my legs and touched myself. The
moment my fingers brushed my clip, my orgasm reached the
point of no return. A few more strokes and I moaned.
I moved my heaps up and down pretty much just
ignoring anything but grinding my pussy on Carl's cock. The
pleasure exploded and pulsed through my pussy. I pushed my
pussy down hard so that carl'scock was deep inside me,
and I just held it as I felt the most
delicious orgasm flow through my body. Carl kept thrusting and
the sensation was almost too much. I was about to
ask him to stop for a moment because I couldn't
handle it. When I felt his hands gripped my hips
hard and this cock thrust deep once twice, and then
on a third time, he held it pressed deep inside me.
I felt this hot cum shoot inside me as his
cock pulsed with his orgasm. I wanted to hold his
cock inside me for a bit. They kind of look
around and take in all the faces with a trophy
in my pussy, But Carl stepped back and his cock
slid out, his voluminous come once again dripped down my legs,
only this time I was in the middle of a
dance floor with people dancing around me. I stood up,
which caused more com to flow down my legs. Looking back,
I couldn't see Carl anywhere he had left. There was
some clapping from behind me. It was the dudes who
were staring at me earlier. I smiled at them and
walked off the dance floor. Asshole guy was staring at
me as I approached him. I couldn't tell what he
was thinking, but he was clearly shocked in some form
or fashion. I walked up to him. As you can
probably tell by the cum dripping down my legs, that
guy is way hotter than you are.
Speaker 6: Fuck you, slud.
Speaker 1: Don't be jealous, Jason, you always have your right hand.
I smiled and walked out. I have to admit fucking
with asshole's mind was almost as fun as fucking Carl's cock. Almost.
My phone dinged on the drive home at a red light.
I glanced at it. It was a message from Carl
that was more like it, fuck.
Speaker 5: Yeah, goodbye, Emma. You're an extraordinary person.
Speaker 1: You're a really good fuck Carl. I closed the app
and thought about the night. This was another amazing hook up.
Everything about it was exciting and wonderful. The orgasm was
fucking hot, but it was all the other pieces that
made it even better. The staring faces, the shocked looks,
walking across the dance floor with com dripping out of
you incredible. I thought of the guy staring at me
on the dance floor and thought about what it would
truly be like to just bend over and have a
bunch of guys fuck me. Hmm, That's what I would
do next. Two guys, two guys sharing my holes, sharing me.
The only trouble was that the dating app was about
one on one connections. I wondered how many guys would
be willing to grab a friend and fuck me together.
I pulled into my driveway with my next plan, find
a guy with a friend and swipe right.
Speaker 2: Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy
Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by
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