1. THIRTY-ONE DAYS...PART 2 [chapters 7-11]


    Date: 10/8/2017, Categories: True Story, Domination / Submission, Straight Sex, Extreme, Gay, Hardcore, Group Sex, Voyeur, Written by women, Author: rojack, Source: sexstories.com

    drive the thirty-one day total through the roof. Put it out of reach for the next stud. “Why not her?” Danny slurred. “Who’s her?” I responded, not sure what we were talking about. Danny spit out the words. “Little Miss No Fuck Susie,” he answered. I nearly chicken wing choked. “Susie? Your girl?” “I’m done with the bitch. She’s already drunk. Go ahead and do her. If you can. You have to get by the rag thing though.” Yes. As does she. Wait. What? I shook my head out. Danny’s girl? What? “Are you serious dude?” I questioned. “Yep. Go for it. Do her at her place. The bitch. You don’t want her shit all over your sheets.” I was surprised as hell, but then I wasn’t. The Amigos rolled as a team. Bros before hoes and all. I had never done a raggedy doll before, but I knew there would many firsts during the big quest. Actually, a lot of firsts. Fat chicks. Married chicks. Sisters. Kinky stuff. Sex in cars. Sex in bars. Something. Anything. Everything. The thirty-one girl in a row quest was bound to uncover a whole bunch of new shit. I had never done an ex-girlfriend raggedly doll. Definitely a first. Danny finished his plate of wings and stood up to leave. I stood up as well. “Stay,” Danny said. “Tell me how it goes. Good luck. I’m out of here.” We shook hands, he left, and I sat back down. Not stunned. Yes stunned. What other sacrifices would be made for the cause? I looked around the Wing Hut. The cheap pitchers were going down fast. Loud laughter and shouting and good times and ...
    the hook up game being played at full speed. Loud music covered the sports chatter from the flat screens. I caught little Susie’s eyes across the bar. I gave her the sympathy look. She was eyeballing lonesome me, possibly wondering where Danny went. She was alone in her world. Despite her two female drinking buddies, she had lost her man and was in the vulnerable zone. I had only met her once before, but I could offer her my condolences, or some such shit. Talk to her. Be there for her. Listen to her. The things a guy has to do to get laid. Later, Susie, I will get back to you. I had to scope the place for number four. Susie would be my Monday, my number three. I wanted to bag Tuesday as well. Right after midnight. Then get to bed. Tomorrow was another work day. Low and behold, number four crossed through my field of vision. This waitress was new. Brand new. Shiny as a penny. She sure was. I had never seen her before. My cock sensor began to tingle. Here in our town, new was exciting. I pricked up. She moved in a mysterious way, the swaying, sensual walk. Long, hard, bare legs. Nice to see in the dark, cold of winter. Gorgeous ass. Older than me, maybe twenty-nine or thirty. Immaculately maintained. Lots of aerobics and road work. Long blonde hair in corn rolls, beautiful face and smile. Tanned. I could watch her sling beer and wings all night. This chick was at least an eight, some might argue, an eight point five. The age thing worked perfectly. If she was interested, she ...
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