From DeepBlue@DittosRush.com Tue Apr 08 14:10:22 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!worldnet.att.net!newsadm From: DeepBlue <DeepBlue@DittosRush.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Adventures of Carrie - Waiting #4 Slut/Wife MMF Date: Tue, 08 Apr 1997 13:10:22 -0500 Organization: AT&T WorldNet Services Lines: 261 Message-ID: <334A8A0C.3128@DittosRush.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.146.241.79 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0Gold (Macintosh; I; PPC) **************** The following story is intended only for adult reading. Those under the age of eighteen or those bothered by sexual explicit language or depiction should not continue. The actions and attitudes portrayed may be deemed offensive by some readers. I am a petite, five foot tall, 100 lb., usually brunette female with a 34B - 23 - 32 figure. I have been married to my husband, Doug for eleven great years and I am now thirty four. I find it easier to relate a story in which I am involved in the third person. E-mail comments are always welcome - DeepBlue@DittosRush.com Enjoy! *************** Adventures of Carrie - Waiting #4 Slut/Wife MMF The Morning After Carrie woke from a sound sleep with the sun streaming in the skylite overhead. She was spread out in the middle of the bed and the covers were still rumpled on the floor just as they had been when she fell into bed right after Rich had left the evening before. It took her a few moments to fully awaken. A pair of cardinals were carrying on a song feast just outside her bedroom and the still open doors made them sound as though they were in the room with her. She stretched and was laying there recalling the assorted or sordid events of the previous day when the phone rang. It was Doug. "Hi. Sorry I didn't call last night but we got tied up in a dinner meeting that lasted pretty late. Been behaving yourself?" "That's OK. I got to bed pretty early anyway and no I haven't!" Doug's voice got quieter. Carrie suspected he was at a public phone. "Haven't been behaving yourself?" "That's right!" "Have you been getting your horny pussy fucked again," he asked? "And again! And it was fantastic! I just woke up a few minutes ago and my legs and cunt are covered with sticky cum." "Shame on you!" "And if there was a cock here right now, I'd get fucked again while I talk to you." "Aren't you afraid you'll wear it out," Doug teased. "Not if I keep it in shape and the best way to do that is use it---and use it and use it." "Then I guess you won't wear it out. You certainly give it plenty of exercise." "Not as much as it needs. It just needs and needs. I need about twenty guys with big cocks just standing around waiting to get off in me." "You'd never make it out of bed then." "Oh, we'd do it in the kitchen while I fixed dinner or in the back yard or on the front steps so everyone passing by could watch or out at the mail box. Every time I bent over, someone could stick a cock in me." "You're better, or maybe worse, than usual today," replied Doug. "It's these very nasty dreams I've been having. I can't help it. All I want to do is masturbate and fuck." "We'd better cut off this conversation right now. I've already got a hard-on and I'd have a tough time explaining a big wet spot on my pants when I go back into this meeting." "And I bought a new, huge dildo that feels sooo good and it just makes me want to spread as wide as I can get and my cunt is still wet and sticky and it smells like fuck. I've got three fingers in it right now and I'm rubbing my clit. Ummm, my fingers taste good." Carrie sucked the musty wetness off of her fingers noisily so that Doug could hear her. "You'll pay for this," Doug joked. "I hope so." "Got to get back to the meeting. I'll call you tonight, horny twat." "OK. But not to early. I've got an appointment with a gardener and it might embarrass him if he heard me telling you about my fucking. Love you! If you were here I'd suck your cock and then wrap my cunt around it and jack it off." "Thanks a lot." Doug laughed. "Talk to you later." Carrie hung up the phone and laid back in bed. She continued to slowly stroke her fingers across her clit and could feel the matted cum that covered her cunt and the inside of her legs. The black sheets were dotted with white spots and a large stain indicated where she had slept. "Where did I put the other toys I bought yesterday," she wondered. She shaved her legs carefully, taking care not to nick herself. She gently spread the folds between her legs as she made sure to get the entire area smooth. After a shower, Carrie pulled on some white lacy stockings that didn't need a garter belt and wrapped a long strand of fake pearls around her neck. She looked in the full length mirror and smiled. "That looks like a french whore ready for work," she thought jokingly. Dressed in her stockings and necklace, she went about tidying up the mess she had left the night before. The cum wiped easily off of the front of the chair and the tile floor was no problem to get cleaned up. She found her bag of new toys on a side table and slipped the battery powered ben-wa balls back into her cunt. "May as well hum while you work," she thought. "I sure can't whistle." She tucked the battery case into the top of her stockings and pulled open the curtains. The sun was bright and filled the room. Another good day for the pool, among other things! Carrie had the house cleaned up in less than an hour and had even changed the sheets, putting a shiny, black satin on the bottom and semi-sheer white sheet on top. It went well with the high gloss white-black combinations in the rest of the room. She pressed a button on the slanted headboard and the fabric panel that was over the bed retracted, revealing a king sized mirror that was suspended from the ceiling. Doug had spent a year of evenings and weekends building this bed and had left out very little in the way of gadgets. The lights dimmed by remote controls, the bed vibrated with the touch of a button and a hidden panel housed many of Carrie's toys. Doug knew that she liked her toys and didn't want her to have to go searching for them when she wanted to use them. Telephone, stereo controls and buttons to open and close the drapes were all built in and handy. 'A modern whore's office' is what Doug had called it. "The only thing missing is a full-time male secretary," Carrie thought. She moved about the room, finishing arranging everything just as she wanted it. When she was done, Carrie stood in the door and looked over her efforts approvingly. She went to the kitchen, poured a glass of tea and took it through the bedroom onto the enclosed patio. She sat sipping the cold liquid, feeling the purr of her toy between her legs and trying to decide whether she wanted to go lay in sun now or wait until later. She decided that such pleasures should not be postponed and started slipping the stockings down her legs, laying the battery case on the table beside her glass. She heard the path bark rustling and looked up to see Gambler trotting through the open gate. "Got out again, didn't you fella," she said as she rubbed the top of his head. "You just don't like to be penned up." He wagged his tail, wiggled all over and let out a small bark as though saying a friendly 'Hello' to Carrie. It was apparent that he had made the trip from next door especially to se her. Within a few seconds he had his muzzle pressed between her legs, sniffing and licking. "You're as impatient a lover as I've ever seen," Carrie said. "You barely get a greeting over with before your animal urges take over. "I guess we're somewhat alike in that respect," she added as she slipped her hand below his chin. Pulling the cord on the ben-wa balls, they slipped out. They were slick with her own milky cum and Gambler wiped them with his tongue. "You have a one-track mind," she said as she slide forward in the chair and opened her legs. His tongue lapped at her open hole and flicked across her clit with each stroke. She leaned back, raising her legs and resting them on the arms of the chair. His nose pressed into her swelling love tunnel as he worked at her, seeming to know the intense pleasure that he was creating inside her. Within a minute, Carrie experienced a shattering orgasm that sent flashes throughout her body. When her convulsions had subsided, Gambler stepped back and looked at her. "Yes. I'll take care of you, too," she said as she saw his huge erection protruding from its sheath. "How about a little oral sex? Would you like that," she asked as she slipped off of the chair? Gently stroking his cock, Carrie lay on the patio and slid the stiff shaft between her lips. It was hot and hard and tasted salty. She wondered if he had already fucked another dog this morning or if she was his first sex for the day. She sucked the length of his cock into her mouth and felt him tremble with pleasure. His tool pulsed as she stroked back and forth on him and she heard him give a deep guttural growl as her lips and tongue covered caressed the very tip. Carrie slipped one hand between his legs and softly fondled his hard balls with her fingers. He immediately started thrusting into her mouth, ramming himself down her throat. The gush of hot jism hit the back of her mouth and ran out her lips. His tool was covered with it and it was dripping onto her naked breasts. Carrie continued to suck and lick as the last squirts shot out of his hardened shaft. She could feel his balls rolling in her hand and he seemed in no hurry to step away from her. She continued to glide her lips and tongue over him until he was completely cleaned off. His cock was still rock hard and throbbing. "What's wrong fella? Haven't you had enough yet." Gambler again lapped at her mound between her legs as though in reply to her question. "Well, we can take care of that," Carrie said as she sat up and pulled a cushion off of one of the chairs. She got on her hands and knees on the cushion and Gambler quickly started exploring between her legs as he stood behind her. He ran his nose over her opening and flicked his tongue at her. "You may be the best at that I've ever had," said Carrie aloud as she felt what seemed like tiny sparkles over her body. Gambler raised up on her and wrapped his front paws around her waist as he pushed himself toward her with short, quick thrusts. Carrie marveled at his aim as she felt the tip of his erection penetrate her with ease. Within a few strokes, he was fully mounted and she could feel the enlarged bulb on his cock as it slipped in and out of her wet hole. She wondered if she could grab it by tightening her muscles around it like a female dog does. She was to wet and slick to achieve a firm grip on his shaft, but he seemed to enjoy her attempts. His thrusts would get harder and faster and she could feel the end of his shaft bump the end of her cavern. He seemed in no hurry to finish his work but, instead seemed to relish the pleasurable sensation he was having. "He is simply masturbating both of us," thought Carrie as she savored the performance. She found that she could have considerable control of his motion with the tightening and loosening of her vaginal muscles and it indeed had become a mutual masturbation feast, the two of them relishing their act of pure sexual gratification. Gambler stayed mounted on Carrie for at least fifteen minutes before he finally exploded inside of her, filling her with his second load of hot liquid. Carrie had experienced several intense climaxes as he had probed her with his long tool and she fell forward onto the cushion after he withdrew and jumped down from his position. She felt his cool nose again for a second on her bare skin before he quickly trotted out of the patio and disappeared. It was as though he had said "Thanks!" and dashed off. "Just like a couple of men I've known," Carrie laughed out load. She walked out to the pool and dove in, taking several quick laps before she walked out the shallow end and lay on her favorite tanning lounge. "Now I can rest before his owner comes over this evening," she thought as the sun warmed her naked body. She wondered if Rick would enjoy watching her play with her new toys.