textfiles/sex/EROTICA/E/execslut.txt

"Executive By Day, Slut By Night" by Craver

     Over the years I've worked really hard to get to
the top, sacrificing everything to become what I am
today, but it's paid off.  I'm one of only three female
vice-presidents in our company, and I'm making a ton
of money.  Unfortunately, that's all I have to show for
my hard work.  Money, and the by-products of money. 
Nothing else.  No husband.  No kids.  Not even a steady
guy.  Just a nice apartment, a Jag sedan, and a great
wardrobe.  Sounds great, doesn't it, but it isn't.  It just
isn't enough.  I need sex, and lots of it, and when I get
horny, I don't want some politically correct suit to fuck
me.  I want a real man.  Or group of men.  You know
the type.  Construction workers.  Truck drivers.  Bikers. 
Guys who know how to give me what I really want,
which isn't a fucking "relationship."  What I crave more
and more these days is hard cock and lately, the more
the merrier.
     Like last weekend.  After a bitch of a week, I
went home, took off my conservative corporate
clothes, and put on my hunting outfit.  I'm a brunette,
but when I'm after sex I wear a silvery blond wig, lots of
heavy eye shadow, rouge, and the sexiest clothes I
can find.  Usually, like last weekend, I put on a see-through
blouse, with no bra, a black leather jacket,
black leather micro-mini skirt, black garter belt, black
stockings, and red bikini panties.  Also, when I'm looking
for a hot fuck I never shower before going out.  I like
my pussy to retain the sweaty essence of a long day at
the office, and just to add that last little tinge of
seductive aroma, I don't bother wiping my pussy after I
pee, either.  I like the damp feeling the last few drops
of urine cause in my panties, and I know damn well the
men who eat me like it, too, because they've told me
they do.
     Anyway, as I was saying, last Friday night after
work I got all dolled up in my slut clothes and went to a
bar located in one of the more dangerous
neighborhoods of the city.  The place is frequented by
guys who got there on Harleys, or in pickup trucks, not
in fucking Porsches or Beemers.  I walked in and for a
moment conversation stopped.  There were maybe
thirty or so guys in the place and I was the only broad. 
I loved it, especially when I heard the guys making
nasty cracks about me as I walked up to the bar and
ordered a longneck beer.
     My pussy was tingling, and when I hopped up on
a bar stool and spun around, crossing my legs so my
red panties were showing, I almost had a little orgasm
just from exposing myself like that.  It didn't take more
than thirty seconds or so before one of those nasty
looking bikers came up to me and asked me what the
fuck I was doing in a men's bar.  I told him, and loved it
when he smiled real nasty at me.
     "I'm here to get some cock, why the fuck else
would I be here?" I said brazenly, opening my jacket,
letting him see my practically naked tits.  I have huge
boobs, and wear a 38D bra at work, but tonight my
braless tits were sagging a little.  Hey, at 42 years old I'm
still in pretty damn good shape, even if I am a little
softer than I was as a teenager.  I've still got a great
body.  I haven't had kids, so my stomach is still fairly flat,
my ass is pretty good, and my legs are long and
shapely.  I never have any trouble getting a guy to hit
on me especially since I've also been told I'm beautiful,
but mainly on nights like these I'm just plain sexy.
     Anyway, as I was saying, after I told this guy I
wanted some cock, I looked down at his dick and was
glad to see it getting bigger.  His jean were torn and
scruffy and he was getting a nice, big bulge where he
was supposed to, so I knew I had him.
     "Well just how many cocks you looking for,
babe?" the guys says, grinning at his buddies.  There
were four of them standing around looking at me now,
and I turned so they could all see my tits.
     "These guys will do just fine," I said.  "I love a
crowd, especially when I'm real horny, and boys,
tonight I'm so horny I'll do anything you want."
     "Well fuck, let's just see about that," one of the
studs said, unzipping his jeans.  Right there in front of
everyone he just took out his dick and told me to suck
it.  It was long and sweaty looking, and I loved it, so I
did.  I got off the stool, got down on my knees, and
took his cock into my mouth, the strong, sweaty male
flavor making my pussy ever wetter than it had been.
     "Oh yeah, baby, suck that dick.  Eat my cum, you
fucking slut," the guys said as I squeezed his balls
through his jeans.
     "You want me to eat your cum, you have to
come first, asshole," I said, getting a laugh out of his
buddies.  By now a big crowd had gathered around us,
and everyone was yelling and screaming at me to
make him come.  Suddenly I wanted him to do just
that, all over my face, so I began jerking off his cock
while I sucked it.
     "Uhhhh, oh yeah, ahhhhh, here it comes, bitch!"
he groaned, and I felt him swelling up in my mouth so I
pulled his dick out and jerked it as fast as I could.  He
screamed again, and gobs of cum started splattering
all over my face.  My own orgasm hit me then, and I
wiped his cock all over my cheeks and forehead while
it was still pumping jiz out of it, loving the noise the
crowd was making.  They were yelling and screaming,
saying what a hot cunt I was and how they couldn't
believe I'd done what I'd just done right there in the
bar.  When I was through I looked and like the slut I
knew I really was, and I loved it.
     I got back up on the bar stool, licking my lips,
then picked up my long-neck beer and sucked on it,
swallowing most of it, but letting some of it spill out the
sides of my mouth and run down onto my tits.  Guys
were hooting and hollering over my performance, and
I knew it was only a matter of time before somebody
tried to fuck me.  I was going to get gang-banged,
and I couldn't wait.
     "Hey baby, you fuck as good as you suck?" a
big, black biker asked roughly.
     "Why don't you try to find out for yourself?" I
asked, sliding down off the stool, molding my body to
his, rubbing up against him, letting him feel how hard
my nipples were.
     "Let's take the bitch back to the pool table."
Everyone seemed to like that idea, and suddenly I felt
myself being carried toward the back of the bar.  In a
separate back room I felt my clothes being taken off. 
Naturally I didn't even try to resist, and when I was
naked they lay me on my back on top of the pool
table with my thighs spread real wide.  The black guy
took out his cock and just rammed it into me, roughly,
deeply, just the way I like it.
     "Yeah, come on, do it, you fucking nig--" 
CRACK!  He slapped me before I could say it, and I spit
on him, making him slap me again.  I loved it,
especially since it made him fuck me as hard and fast
as he could until he was spewing hot cum inside my
cunt.
     "Satisfied, bitch?" he snarled, pulling out of me
roughly.  He grabbed me by the neck and pulled my
face close to his cock, then wiped it off on my hair.  The
dumb fuck didn't even know it was a wig.
     "Satisfied?  Fuck no.  Isn't there anybody here
with a BIG dick to fuck me with?" I teased.  A huge,
grizzly bear of a man stepped forward.  He had a
shaggy reddish beard, tattoos all over him, must have
weighed over 300 pounds, and looked at least 6'5" or
taller.
     "Think this will do?" he asked, taking out a
gigantic dick, stroking it menacingly toward me.
     "Yeah.  That should do just fine," I said.  He
stepped forward, between my cum-stained thighs,
then rammed his cock into my cunt, fucking me slowly,
but steadily, using his own pace, masturbating with me,
strictly interested in pleasuring himself, not caring a fuck
about me.  I loved it, being treated this way.  Nobody
here treated me like "the boss," kissing my ass, paying
me phony compliments....  To these fuckers I was just a
cunt out to get laid, and I loved the relaxed way it
made me feel.  Sure they were using me, but I was
using them, too.  It was wonderful.
     I guess I must have been fucked by, no shit, at
least 10 or 15 guys that night, and before they were
though with me, my body was caked with cum.  I had it
in my hair, all over my face, my neck, my tits, stomach,
my cunt....  I even had it drizzling out of my ass, which
had been fucked a few times, too.  
     The guys loved it, and of course, so did I.  Until
you've been fucked by a room full of men, where you,
and only you, are the complete center of their erotic
attention, you can't begin to understand how totally
fulfilling it is sexually.  The sensations a girl experiences
while lying there, getting fucked, knowing that no
matter how good this present lover is, it doesn't matter,
because behind him is a long line of other hot, hard
cocks just waiting to take their turn on you... you just
can't describe how exciting that makes a girl feel.
     I love this so fucking much, going out on my "slut
nights," tramping around, getting fucked by groups of
men... it's the greatest, and I know I'll never stop doing
it.  So look for me.  Who knows, you just might find me!