I want to get railed by so many people lately. I have two guests in my living room, and all I can think about is getting properly fucked.

I have a serious long term partner, but I think he knows what a thirsty slut I really am, and likes it. It makes me slightly less guilty, then, when I'm struck breathless by a passing stranger, or friend. Vivid daydreams overtake me, frenzied strangers slipping into an alley, stairwell, or backseat. We'd say filthy things, grope, and fuck.

It's difficult to get as much sex as I crave, but that's only because I need so much. I want managers, gardeners, beautiful and the weathered. Old and youthful.

A greying man in a nice suit sits beside me in a darkened theater, and offers me a snack. The show is a matinee, and attendance is sparse. We sit in the back, and his hand slips up my thigh. I am soaking wet, and the film is loud. His hand slips into my panties, and rough, deft fingers tease my soft flesh. I am helpless to resist, so I shift my knees apart. Action film soundtrack drowns out my quiet keening, and the whimpers. Before I can repay the kindness, he shoves a business card in my hand and exits the theater. I meet him in a motel two different times, and we fuck like filthy animals. He makes me answer the door for pizza delivery, opening the door wide enough for a large stuffed crust and also flashing my pussy to the driver. It embarrasses me, makes me wet. He asks me to masturbate for him and watches, offering insult and humiliation. I am fully aroused, showing this man what a good slut I am. He calls me disgusting. I come, and he drives his rock hard cock into me, making my pussy quiver as he fills me with his jizz.