1. Friday Night - Surely it's my turn now?


    Date: 6/9/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: DCUK, Source: LushStories

    A few moments ago we had been sitting on the floor drinking sweet, black, coffee. The scene could be of three best friends chilling out, chatting about everything and nothing, except for us being naked, that is. Are we friends? Well Lennie and I have known each other since before first grade but we had only met Tia a couple of hours ago. Since then Lennie and Tia had thoroughly enjoyed each other’s bodies while I had watched on. I guess we should be called ‘friends’ after our night's experiences. I’m musing over whether the fun and games are over for the night. I hadn’t actually been counting, but I figure Lennie had cum twice this evening, so I guess he's reached his limit for a while. Would Tia want to take me on, having tried in vain to fuck Lennie’s monster cock? Or maybe she’ll want to hold out and wait for him to be ready again? I sense my own insecurities taking over my thoughts again. I've spent most of this evening watching the two of them act out their own fantasies and being humiliated by both of them. I guess if I’m going to get anywhere tonight, I ought to man up, but can I muster up the courage to take on a leading role? I guess all of us men see ourselves as sex-gods, able to fuck multiple partners all night and embarking on over elaborate gymnastic positions. The truth is far from it. I never really had to much luck on the pull, I guess my work has always come first. Without thinking of myself as lonely, I probably don’t look hard enough to find a life ...
    partner, or even an overnight partner? I probably do think that being the single, well off, and successful manager, with a nice apartment, cool car, and good taste in sharp suits, should make me the perfect catch. It appears to have the opposite effect. The girls in the office are very good at the come on but never go further than a little flirting. A couple of days ago I heard a group of them talking about me by the water cooler. My office shares a partition wall with the staff room so I’m often able to keep up with the gossip. It appears Jen, who is in her early twenties and definitely dresses to impress, figured I wasn’t her type. Apparently I’m a bit too old and safe. Karen, the office matriarch, who at forty is a little older than me, would have had a go at me, but her husband may have got a little jealous. The girls’ laughter at this comment had been broken by naive Sharon, “I thought he was gay! The clothes, the apartment, you know?” Again they had laughed, but I was pleased to hear Karen dismissing Sharon’s assumption about my sexuality. Jen began describing how Alistair, the new guy in store had fucked the life out of her the previous night. She told how Alistair wanted to be a gentleman and take his smart office girl to a restaurant. Jen had a better idea and had him drive out to the car park, at the edge of the trail into Fosters Wood, a popular place to park up. When they had arrived there were a few cars already there parked in a rough circle. Jen had him park opposite ...
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