Whitney's Adventures

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Brad couldn't believe she was actually joining him. He could smell the scent of recent arousal on her, and his cock immediately responded to her touch. His hands sought out her body, pulling her against him, and the heat of her body was irresistible.

"Very quiet," he whispered in her ear, his hand moving up under the thin tank top, quickly finding her bare, perky breasts, squeezing them firmly, his fingers toying her nipple around.

His cock throbbed with desire and need. "Is Jake asleep?" he asked in a hushed whisper. Brad knew this was over the line of what they'd agreed on.

 

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She whimpered a little as she felt his large hands on her small mounds and giggled as he whispered back.

"Yes, but, you have a flight to catch." She kissed him and pushed down his boxers. "So we have to be quick"

With that she disappeared under the covers for a moment. Squirming around until her lips found his cock and started suckling on it as she had done only a few hours prior.

 

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"Okay," Brad mumbled as Whitney headed under the sheets, and her sweet mouth soon found his stiffened cock. "God yes that's it," he groaned as she worked his length. His hands moved down to her body, and he pushed the blankets down to be able to see her taking his throbbing member into her mouth.

He ran his fingers through her blonde hair as she continued sucking on him. "Yes baby just like that... Does it turn you on, another man, not your husband, calling you baby..?"

 

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She didn't respond. She just moaned and sucked him HARD. His cock slid in and out of her tight, hot, soft mouth as her tongue bathed his shaft with thick saliva. He'd feel her squirm a little and watch her sweats and panties fall off the bed as she shook them off.

She'd pull off of his cock and look up at him in the faint light with saliva dripping off of her lips and chin and say, "How do you want me?"

And just about when he was about to speak she covered his lips with her hand. "Me on top is not an option..."

 

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"Good," Brad replied, sitting up and grabbing her wrist. He was on top of her in an instant, pushing her down on her back, the blankets pushed away now as he felt her fully naked against him for the first time.

She was just as amazing as he'd always fantasized.

A moment later, though, he was pushing up off her, only to grab her by her hips and manhandle her into position, first rolling her onto her belly, then raising her ass up in the air, then spreading her legs apart enough for him to get into position behind her.

He grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it to her hot, juicy entrance.

"How's this?" Brad asked, rubbing his cockhead along her lips, not yet penetrating her...

 

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He was greeted by her whispered whimpers, gasps and moans as he manhandled her into position and then ultimately entered her from behind.

His hands were bigger and rougher than Jake's. He touched her with lust and passion but, in some sense she just felt like another piece of ass that he was going to "hit". And this, she found rather hot.

"Shut up and fuck me" She whispered and giggled softly while looking back at him. She then dropped her head, gripped a pillow and prayed her muffled moans didn't travel to the master bedroom.

 

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She didn't have to tell him twice! Her whimpered moans as he toyed his cock around her fertile pussy lips was all the encouragement he needed, and entered her swiftly, with a well-practiced stroke, and took her deeply.

"Fuck yes," he grunted out, low and growling, and took no time working up a steady, firm, hard rhythm. His cock drove into her again and again, plumbing her married, adulterous depths, stretching her already used pussy even more with his solid girth and length, ensuring her looseness when next she fucked her husband...

 

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Her pussy yielded easily to his penetrating member. Drenched from all the taboo thoughts she'd been having all night and lubricated by her husband's cum lodged deep inside of her chasm.

Brad's cock was instantly coated with her hot slick juices and some strands of her husband's spunk as he dug it out from her depths.

She moaned into the pillow. Softly, but just enough for Brad to hear it.

His cock was hard, so fucking hard, and bigggg. It reached beyond where she was accustomed to having a hard, throbbing, thick cock, stimulating areas that have never been touched.

She could tell from the twitching of his cock that he wouldn't last long, though was inspired by the power with which he was able to thrust despite his cock being on "fire".

He legs hooked around his, holding him in place.

"Don't you dare pull out..." She whimpered, as she lifted her body just slightly and looked down under herself at his cock jamming in and out.

 

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"I wasn't going to," Brad grunted, his cock powering deeply into her with every thrust. Knowing she wanted him to cum inside her was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He groaned, almost too loudly, as he felt his balls roil and clench up, he cock twitch and spasm inside her, and he grabbed onto her hips and lodged himself, with a mighty thrust, as deeply inside her as he could, and orgasm washed over him in a powerful wave of euphoric release.

His seed gushed out of his cock in thick, gooey spurts, coating her insides, drenching her already soaked pussy, filling her with his spunk...

"Fuck yes..." he groaned, cumming inside his friend's wife...

 

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He felt her thighs tighten as he released with a powerful thrust dumping his seed inside of her. She gasped and then started bucking back gently on his post-orgasmic cock, milking every last drop of cum out of him.

And just as he was about to pull back, he'd feel those tight walls flutter against his meat. Her whole body shivered as she joined him in release.

"Mmmmmhhh" She whimpered as her body still bucked slightly working his wet shriveled cock with her gushing chasm.

"That hit the spot." She looked back at him giggling and blushing.

 

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"Good," he said with a smirk, pulling himself out of her and then getting up and out of the bed. According to the clock on the bedside table, it was about time for him to head for the airport. He started pulling on his clothes.

As he did, he enjoyed the view in the dim light of their adulterous evidence. Her body, sweaty and used, hair a mess, her thighs slick with their shared juices. He had gone above and beyond what Jake had requested, but really, was it his fault? The little slut came to him, climbed in his bed, sucked him off and practically begged for his spunk. Wasn't his fault his friend married a cum-hungry whore.

"That was fun," he said, "but it's high time I got out of here." He buttoned up his shirt. "Gimme a call if you ever make it out to Miami," he said with a smirk, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then he was gone, back in his rental car, and off to the airport...

She was just another notch in his belt...

 

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It had been several months and Whitney had nearly forgotten about her 'sleepwalking adventure' that night/early morning. On this day, we find her in Las Vegas having traveled for a continuing education session which was of course, ridiculously boring.

It didn't take long for her to complain via social networking: "Another slow day in Vegas.....#suckstobeinthecityofsinwithnochancestosin!!"

Meanwhile, Mark had just arrived in Vegas for his buddy Owen's bachelor party. It was shaping up to be epic! He has just dropped his bag in his hotel room when he checks facebook on his phone and sees Whitney's posts. He shoots her a message.

"There will be ample sinful opportunities at the MGM Grand this evening. Bachelor party for Owen. Find us **"

"Omg -- I'm not going to interfere with that!" She blushed as she wrote her text in the corner of a meeting room. Mark and Jake still never revealed the details of Jake's bachelor party. There were a few cellphone pictures of strippers but that's all she got.

"Nonsense. It's at a bar. And i'd love to see you. It's been too long since that wake-up call you gave me when i came to visit **" Mark wrote back, smirking.

"Hush. I must have been sleepwalking. But, yeah it'd be nice to see you. Plus its crazy boring here. What time will you be there?" She replied hesitantly.

"Party starts at nine," he messaged back. His cock was already stiffening at the memory.

She arrives at the bar at around 10pm. The guys are a few drinks ahead as she comes up behind Mark and runs her fingers through his short hair.

"Hey babe.."

[She's dressed like this: http://www.anntaylor.com/cotton-sat...PageType=fullPriceProducts&defaultColor=9488]

 

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Mark was laughing with his buddies, a few of them at the bar while the rest of the group was over enjoying the show a stripper was putting on. He turned to Whitney when she ruffled his hair and smiled that damn charming smile of his.

"Hey doll. Good to see ya!" he says, wrapping her up in a hug.

She smiled. The bar was upscale, and the stripper was more like one of those dancers they lock in cages at night clubs -- dressed very skimpy but still clothed. It was crowded and after scanning the area for an extra seat she found herself sitting on Mark's lap.

"You too. This is a pretty cool place." She felt out of place, all dressed for business in such a party atmosphere.

"Yeah, I like this joint" As she slid into his lap, Mark signalled the bartender for another round of beers, and when they came over the other guys went back to the stage area.

"What ya drinkin, doll?"

She grabbed a pint glass and poured some from the pitcher:: "When in Rome?"

"Seems good!" He lets his hands roam over her legs and hips a bit

She giggled and blushed but ultimately now with seats available, hopped out of his lap and into a seat next to him. "So, where's the vegas spirit? this party seems somewhat lame?"

He laughed and winked at her downing his beer. "Lame huh? And what would take it to the next level?" He orders a round of shots for them, soco and lime.

She smirks. "I dunno." She shrugged. "I mean, if this is what you guys always hide from us, meh..."

She just wasn't impressed. She expected naked women and guys hanging from chandeliers. This was just a bar with a couple of dancers.


"Oh, we're just getting started doll." He takes a moment to look her up and down. "But you don't exactly look like you came prepared for a wild party"

She smiled. "I just came for a drink with an old friend...."

He smirked at her and leaned in close. "Do you really want to find out what happens at these parties?"

She gulped down her shot and tasted the lingering lime and the burn of the soco. "Um, is that an invitation??"

He takes his own shot and downs it.

"Absolutely. A couple guys have already picked up some girls to join us. And not just the strippers" Shooting her a knowing wink.

She raised a brow. "You really want me around to see that?"

She didn't know if she wanted to even see that.

"Why not? It'll be fun!" He raised his second shot glass towards her.

"To a wild night?"

"I can't believe I'm going to say yes." She just couldn't resist Mark. In college, he was always the party planner. She knew she was in good hands as she clinked her glass with his.

Before she knew it, they were in a big limo with about a dozen guys. All eyse were on her, they initially thought she was whore until Mark properly introduced her. "This is Whitney, She's with me, she's cool, don't worry"

They circled around the back of the bar and two women hopped in from the back door. "Now these are our sexy slutty ladies!" Mark introduced. "Their names are....well, who the fuck cares right?!?!?"

 

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"Where's the lucky guy?" the strippers asked. The groom-to-be was pointed out to them and they immediately both climbed on top of him and started giving him a lapdance in tandem. Mark chuckled and nudged Whitney, noticing one of the girls glancing back at them. They were at the other end of the limo. "I think you're gonna be next," he said, pouring her a drink.

She shrugged. She had had a beer and two shots already. This fourth drink would be nursed and would be her last for the evening. After all, if anything were to "happen" she'd want to enjoy it somewhat lucidly. She raised her glass for Mark to toast, "Who me? Next at what?" She blushed and acted a bit coy. "I'm just here to enjoy the show."

"I think you're next up for a lap dance," Mark said, both of them watching the strippers work their bodies against the lucky man. Mark was definitely starting to get a hard on, and his hand came to rest on Whitney's thigh

"Oh, you mean, um, them coming over here?" She blushed and raised a brow. The booze was raising her body temperature and lowering her inhibitions just enough. "Why not...." She giggled a little -- hey--- if it gave the guys a little thrill she was willing to take one for the team.

"That's the spirit!" Mark said, a devious glint in his eye as he squeezed her thigh. "Hey Candy!" he called out, "down here!" The stripper smirked and made a show of crawling across the laps of all the guys along one side of the limo before sliding into Whitney's lap. "We're the 'hands-on' kinda strippers," Candy whispered in her ear...

Whit giggled as the busty girl with a rather distasteful tramp stamp climbed aboard her petite figure and rested her breasts on her face as she grinded on her lap. Whit was a bit lost, in unfamiliar territory.

Candy took Whitney's hands and guided them to her thighs and hips as she rubbed her tits in Whitney's face and ground her crotch against Whitney's lap. She started unbuttoning Whitney's top a bit as well... "You're a sexy little thing," Candy said with a smirk. "I bet some of these guys would like a lapdance or two from you," she said, nibbling at Whit's ear...

Candy would guide Whitney's hands slowly higher until her breasts were in her hands. Whit couldn't help but notice the guys gawking and the flashes of cameras in the dark limo. "I bet they would but it ain't happening...." She giggled. "Wow, these are um, impressive..." She said of Candy's tits which were far bigger and heavier than her own.

"You like 'em?" Candy purred, and shook her torso a bit to make them jiggle in Whit's face. She slowly let the straps of her mini-dress fall off her shoulders, teasing the men as much as Whit.

Whit watches as Candy sits up on her knees and lowers her little dress completely leaving her in just a g-string. And just as she has some eyes for one of the guys nearby who's holding out some cash. The other girl crawls her way back to join her on Whit's lap.

The guys were hooting and hollering now, and Mark watched the show with desire in his eyes. There were a lot of stiffening dicks in the limo now! The strippers were all over Whitney, rubbing their tits in the petite blonde's face, grinding on her, getting her to feel them up. Before she knew what was really happening, the other stripper, Alexa, had gotten Whit's hand between Candy's thighs, and Candy was grinding her thong-covered cunt right on Whitney's hand!

"You feel how wet I am, sexy?" Candy purred in her ear.

 

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"Um, yeah" Whitney whimpered, not out of pleasure but out of confusion. At first she didn't know what she was feeling and then she did, and then when she tried to pull her hand back, Alexa held it there. The guys of course took this as a pleasure-filled whimper and went wild!

"Hey Mark, where'd you find this slut?" One shouted.

"When is she gettin' nekkid?" Another added.

"I'd love that." Candy whispered into Whitney's ear, her lips grazing her lobe. "I mean, I'd really love that. And I'm pretty sure you can feel how much."

"Um. I don't know how comfortable, I am, with this. Um." Whitney whispered back.

"You think about it. Me and Alexa would split the tips with you --- they always spend more when a girl from the group jumps in." And with that, Candy shoved her breasts in Whitney's face one last time before sliding off of her seductively and moving on to Mark's lap. Alexa went her own way too, leaving Whitney alone with her thoughts.

 

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Mark let Candy slide into his lap; he already had an erection from watching the interaction between the stripper and Whitney, and was happy to have the stripper grinding on him now. One of his hands slid up the stripper's thigh, while the other hand he placed on Whitney's leg.

Candy looked over at Whitney. "This is your man, right? Why don't you get up here and show me how he likes it..."

Mark smirked at Whitney, squeezed her thigh. "Yeah, c'mon, Whit, show her how it's done," he said with a wink.

 

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She giggled as her hand found its way to Mark's lap. She mulled over the proposal for about half a second before releasing her sassy reply. "Maybe he'll get a show later, if he plays his cards right."

"Well, I guess he's mine then for a bit." Candy smirked as she dry humped Mark with her breasts shoved in his face.

Whitney added to the fire by slipping a $20 bill in Candy's g-string as the limo stopped at its destination. "Take your time earning that twenty."

She slipped out of the limo, wondering where it had taken them.

 

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The guys piled out of the limo, leaving Mark and Candy in the limo. Her little lap dance didn't last long, as the guys were hooting and hollering at them from outside the limo as Candy rode on him, grinding her pussy on his crotch and rubbing her tits in his face. She let him feel her up a bit before they got out, Candy quickly slipping her mini-dress back on.

Mark slid an arm around Whitney as they looked up at the Bellagio. "Sure you're still in?" he asked her, giving her the opportunity to bail.

"Of course she's still in," Alexa said, grabbing Whitney's butt! "I've got just the outfit for her to wear as well," she said with a wink.

 

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"Be quiet, slut" She giggled as she playfully spanked Alexa's rear. "Don't make me spank you"

"Please do." Alexa bent over in front of her giggling and wouldn't leave until Whitney planted one on her rear.

Whit then watched Alexa stand up and start walking rubbing and wiggling her rear a little as she caught up with Candy and the other men as Mark and Whit trailed behind.

"In?" She looked up at him as they walked together. "What do you mean, in?"

She winked at him as she slowed their pace and then stopped. She nuzzled her nose under his chin and then slid her lips up to lock briefly with his, signaling that she was along for the ride at least for a little while longer.

"You are an awful influence on me, ya know?" She smiled as she saw him lingering there, eager for another touch of her married lips.

"Come on, slow poke" She then dragged him into the Bellagio.

 

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Mark was eager to catch up to Whitney, and when he did he gave her a playful swat to her firm butt. They found the bachelor party group at the elevators to go up to their hotel rooms. Candy and Alexa were thrilled to see Whitney still with Mark.

The elevator ride was rather cramped. There were a lot of people, including a small group of Asians headed back up after gambling. It was hard to tell what they were into but they were talking back and forth in Japanese or Mandarin or something so loud that the group was glad that they were able to get out first

They stumbled on out of the elevator, and their rooms were just down the hall. Mark opened the door and in they went, the strippers quick to take the groom-to-be to the nearest chair and press him into it. The mini-bar was promptly raided, and Whitney was handed a fresh glass of... something.

Whitney was subtle about leaving that glass of something somewhere where she wouldn't remember where it was and preceded to open a can of diet coke for herself.

Candy and Alexa were grinding on the lucky guy, but both had their eyes on the lookout for Whitney. "Come here, girl, you should get in on this!" Candy said. Alexa continued. "There's a little dress in my bag, it'll fit you perfect," she said with a wink.

Whitney cringed at the thought of wearing Alexa's dress. She had no idea where that skank had been. She proceeded to pull out more cash from her wallet. Two crisp $100 bills, part of her stash that she had won earlier at the casino. She handed one to each lady. "Is this enough to get him started with a little private time?" She winked and kissed the grooms forehead. "Sure thing. As long as someone slips $100 through the door every half hour or so, we'll keep him busy all night."

The girls led him through the doorway into the attached room, a look of disbelieving glee on the groom's face. The last thing they saw before the door was shut was both girls peeling off their dresses and the groom falling back on a bed. Suddenly, though, all eyes were on Whitney. "Now what?" one of the guys said. "Yeah, that was our entertainment!" came another complaint. Mark was suddenly at Whitney's side. "C'mon now guys, surely we can entertain ourselves. Besides, Whit here's pretty fucking hot."

Whit rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure those sluts will take care of you all --- but he's the groom so he goes first, right?"

Mark grabbed her butt. "Yeah but you just sent them away for an hour or so" Mark replied. "C'mon Whit, show the guys a little skin." His fingers lingering on her ass. He leaned in closer to her, and whispered in her ear. "You know you love the attention." There was a chorus of agreement from the half-dozen other guys in the room, and they all seemed to be getting a little closer.

"You're certifiable. No way!" Whit blushed and giggled and got goosebumps on her exposed hands and neckline. Mark would note that despite her hesitance she made no effort to leave.

The guys groaned at her hesitation. The TV was turned on, and in moments someone had ordered up pay-per-view porn, which was, fittingly, about some kind of wild bachelor party. Mark sat down in the chair with his drink and pulled Whitney into his lap. "You know you'd make me a really happy camper to see you give some of these guys a little show with that hot body of yours," he cooed into her ear,

 

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She smirked as she leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I only give private shows." She blushed as she nibbled on his ear just a little before pulling away hoping none of those guys saw.

 

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Mark laughed, his hand on her ass, giving her firm tush a squeeze.

"Hear that guys? She says she'll only do private dances," Mark said, loud enough to get the guys' attention, most of whom immediately hooted and hollered their approval.

"This room is pretty private, right?" he asked, grabbing her hips and turning her in his lap so her back was to him, and he pushed her butt down firmly into his crotch, his erection obvious against her through their pants.

 

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She giggled and blushed and tried to climb up but, his grip on her hips was not budging. The guys erupted in another burst of laughter when they saw her smirk a little and grind back on him.

"That's right, hun. Back that ass up." One of the guys shouted, trying to sound a bit thuggish but it didn't quite come off as well as he thought it would. The guys laughed at him too.

She bit her lip as the grinding continued.

 

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Mark groaned a bit, feeling her butt rubbing into his crotch, the guys laughing and cheering her on. Mark reached forward around her and grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs so she was straddling his.

"Hey Bryan," he called out. One of the guys stepped towards them. "Think this is the kind of wife Eddie's gonna have?"

Bryan looked a little confused.

Mark smirked, squeezing Whitney's butt again with one hand, the other moving up her side and cupping one of her firm little tits. "The kind of wife that gives other men lap dances?"

"What? She's married? Damn, go Mark!" came a chorus of cheers at the revelation. "Is that all she does? Slut wife!"

Mark pulled her shirt tight agaisnt her skin, so the outline of her lacy bra was apparent through the thin fabric of her blouse. "She's got nice little tits, doesn't she?" Mark asked Bryan, who licked his lips, his eyes locked on Whit's chest.

 

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She blushed hard and ran her hand through her hair, clearing it from her eyes as he continued to dry hump her in front of the rowdy onlookers. Her small bust pressed up against her blouse, nipples poking a bit through her bra --- indeed, Mark would remember those nipples --- buttons looking like they are about to burst. She didn't respond to the comments though. She just bit her lip and let him keep doing what he was doing. She leaned a little forward and her hair fell forwards so she'd flip it back. This would repeat a few more times with each moment making it a bit more intense and intimate and public. At this point, however, it was just a little harmless fun.