Candid Confessions of a Shameless Sexaholic...Part One: Just What The Doctor Ordered (7 page)

Within a few
seconds, he had regained his composure, and became the confident and self assured
Brad once more. With that, he hurried out of the door, and was gone.

Well, that was a bummer. One minute it
looked like I was about to get an injection of alpha male right into my system,
and the next I’m sitting at home alone with no dick in sight. I was really
pissed off. I guess that meant my brief romance with Brad was all over. What
had it lasted…a few hours? Longer than many of my encounters with men, granted,
but we didn’t even get to the good bit. Anyway, it was more than that. Brad
wasn’t just another hunk of male hormones. He was something special, and…well,
I guess I had been hoping something special might happen, although I wasn’t
really sure what.

What now? I
scoured the kitchen for chocolate and found a large bar of Cadbury’s Crunchie
hidden behind the microwave. Ellen is one of those annoying women who can eat
huge quantities of chocolate without putting on any weight whatsoever. But she
also knows I will binge on her chocolate supplies if I have a bad day, so she
hides it in obscure locations. It’s a kind of chocolate arms race. Ellen is
always looking for better places to hide it, and I am always decoding her
defence system and locating it. If it wasn’t for all the exercise I got between
the sheets, I would probably packing a few extra pounds by now.

I plonked myself
in front of the TV with the chocolate and half a bottle of cheap red wine, and
began flicking through the channels. Surprise, surprise…nothing worth watching.
Just re-runs of American sitcoms and embarrassingly bad reality TV shows. They
should have tried making a reality TV show about my life…that would be a real
eye opener. I bet I could raise the channel ratings a bit. Never mind The
Farmer Wants a Wife – how about The Lady Wants Some Dick. Ha ha! And if you
said ‘what lady?’ then shame on you.

Bummer. Here I
was, 22 years old, watching TV on a Saturday night like an old spinster. This
just wasn’t good enough. I was still on something of a higher from the jump in
the morning…and still pissed off at not getting a jump this evening. Fuck
this…time to go and hit the town. An hour, I was showered,  tarted up and
dressed to kill. Short skirt, low-cut top, and ‘please fuck me’ stilettos. I
was on the rebound, and determined to bounce back in style. Go fuck yourself  Dr.
Brad Fucking Bigshot King. You’re not the only man in town!

I’m so glad men
think with their dicks. It makes life so much easier when you are in the market
for a little muscle. If you dress a little on the hot side, all you have to do
is go to a suitable bar, then take your pick from the guys that start hitting
on you. Guys must wake up in the morning with a neon light flashing in their
heads that says ‘Fuck Pussy…Must Fuck Pussy…’

There is a bar
just a hundred metres or so from my apartment that is popular with rugby
players. They have huge plasma TVs that show every rugby game you could ever
want to see, and the whole bar is decorated with trophies, match-winning shirts
and all kinds of rugby paraphernalia. So you are pretty much guaranteed to get a
whole bunch of hunky rugby-playing types there on a Saturday night. And this
night was no exception. It was busier and rowdier than usual, and I soon found
that an English college rugby team was in town, doing a tour of Australia. I
got myself a drink, and sat at the bar as if I was waiting for a friend. I had
to fight off a few ugly gorilla types who fancied their chances, but it wasn’t
long before a good-looking guy with a boyish grin came up to the bar. One look
at his physique told me he was a rugby player, and as soon as he opened his
mouth to order, it was obvious he was English.

His voice didn’t
seem to match his body. He looked like a professional boxer, with broad
shoulders and well-honed muscles. But he sounded like an English professor,
distinctly upper class. Kind of like James Bond with attitude. I love that
English accent…it really does things for me. I gave him a smile and fluttered
my eyelashes, and he smiled back. We made a connection, and soon he had bought
me a drink, and we were sitting at a table chatting. I won’t bore you with the
details. I guess you have been through the same scenario enough times. I
discovered that his name was Chas, short for Charles, and that this was his
last night in Sydney before flying home with the team. They had enjoyed a
successful tour, and now they all wanted to have fun before they flew home to
winter in Britain.

I thought my
parachuting adventures might impress Chas, so I told him about what had
happened earlier in the day – although omitting Brad from the story as far as
was reasonably possible. Chas was duly impressed, and called over his teammate,
Tony, who was apparently a keen sky diver. I’m not quite sure how this
happened, but before long I had invited the two of them to come back to my
place and watch my DVD. I figured Ellen would probably be home by now, and she
would probably have no objection to entertaining Tony. She went for muscle, and
Tony had plenty of those.

So that explains
how I found myself back in my apartment at midnight, slightly drunk and with
two hot guys on my arm – but with Ellen nowhere in sight. I tried her phone,
but just got voicemail. Never mind, I figured she would turn up later. We
watched my DVD, and my new rugby-playing pals were duly impressed. Then Tony
took the remote control, and started flicking through the channels. After a
while he found a movie that looked interesting, and the three of us sat on the
sofa to watch it – me in the middle of the two guys. Still no sign of Ellen.
The movie turned out to be pretty boring, so Tony gave up on the TV and knelt
on the floor to check through my DVD collection. And yes, that’s right…he found
my porn movie collection. With a chuckle of amusement, he opened one up and
slotted it into the DVD player. A few seconds later, we were watching a
dumb-looking blonde dressed as a secretary walking into her boss’s office. We
all knew she was about to get a lot more than dictation. Dick-tasting more
like. I wasn’t sure if I should feel embarrassed or excited. Then I thought,
what the hell, these guys would be on plane to England tomorrow…just go with
the flow and enjoy it.

The dumb blonde
was certainly enjoying it. It hadn’t taken her boss long to persuade her that
her job was taking care of his every desire. And his main desire at this moment
was to give her a mouthful of cock. She took it like a trooper, and soon he had
her up on his desk, panties round her ankles, ready for a good shafting. Soon
the three of us were watching her take a length of dick like a pro, her legs
gaping while her breasts poured out of her bra. And then there was a twist in
the plot. Another guy enters the office, and feigns shock at having caught the
two of them in the act. But our sexy secretary has a plan to cheer him up, and
soon the new guy has his pants round his ankles while she tries out his special
lollipop for size.

Funnily enough,
I realized I had never watched porn with a guy before…and certainly not two
guys. I noticed Chas shuffling position on the sofa, and glanced across at him.
With a bit of a shock, I realized that the reason for his discomfort was the
erection that was bulging in his pants. I risked a glance in Tony’s direction,
and discovered that he was getting aroused, too.

Now what is a
girl supposed to do? I mean, there I was, on the rebound, as it were, and
looking for action. And right there beside me, I have two guys getting turned
on by watching a girl getting shafted by two equally hot guys. Come on, it
would have been mean spirited not to have helped them out a bit, wouldn’t it?

Well, if you
don’t like what I did next, then fuck you. It worked for all of us, and you
weren’t there to spoil it. So there. I leaned back against the sofa and let my
left hand drop on Tony’s thigh, and my right hand on Chas’s thigh. Neither of
them said anything, but I sensed their erections were responding favorably. I
took that to be a good sign, and allowed my hands slide down their legs into
the groin area. I let my fingers trace gently over the bulges in their pants,
and both guys shifted their weight to make sure I had unrestricted access.

On the screen,
the dumb blonde was taking on both guys orally, sucking one dick
enthusiastically, then switching to the other. Heck, why should she have all
the fun? I had plenty of dick of my own here to play with. I leaned over so
that my head was in Chas’s lap, and made quick work of getting into his pants
and freeing up his vital organ. A decent size…not huge, but certainly adequate,
and definitely throbbing and ready to go. I slipped the shaft into my mouth,
echoing the actions of the blonde on the screen. Chas eased himself back in his
seat and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, while I enjoyed the sensation of
the hard flesh pushing against the back of my mouth.

Meanwhile, Tony
was getting in on the action, too. He pulled my legs up onto the sofa and onto
his lap, and slid his hands up my thighs towards my butt, caressing my bum
cheeks gently. Then he eased my panties down, over my knees and off, leaving me
with naked bum in the air. Chas eased off his pants and underwear, giving me
full access to his genitals. I took the opportunity to lick slowly down the
shaft of his penis, then licked and sucked his balls. I couldn’t see what Tony
was up to, but I soon found out. His hands parted my thighs, and slid between my
legs, running along the slit of my now wet and eager pussy. He found my clit
and stimulated it gently with his fingers. To say that it felt hot would be an
understatement. If there is one thing I like better than having sex with a hot
guy, it is having sex with two hot guys. Then I felt Tony’s tongue, probing
gently around my vagina while his fingers still worked their magic on my clit.
The blonde on the screen was working up to an orgasm, and I knew exactly how
she felt. The new guy forced her back over the desk and took her from behind,
while her boss gave her another mouthful to keep her satisfied.

Boy, I was ready
to fuck, too. It was time to take this to the next level. I rolled over, ready
to invite Tony to give me a good shafting. It was a long time since I had got a
filling of English dick, and I was eager to get a reminder of what the old
country had to offer in the fucking department. But as I turned over, I got a
shock. I noticed movement in the doorway, and saw Ellen standing there,
transfixed.

Now Ellen is no
virgin, of course, but she is what you might call a sensible kind of girl. She
is a traditional woman who will probably ended up going down the aisle with
some equally sensible man, and then enjoying fifty years of sensible marriage.
So it must have come as a big shock to her to find her flatmate enjoying the
good news with two good-looking guys on our shared sofa. Bollocks. I guessed
this would be the end of our friendship, and I would find myself flat-hunting
in the morning. I sat up and tried to think of the right thing to say, but
words failed me. But as it turned out, Ellen was the one who did the talking.

‘Angel, you are
a greedy bitch…don’t you know how to share?’

I gawped for a
moment like a goldfish out of water, unsure what to make of the comment. ‘Um,
sorry, Ellen. I brought Tony home for you…honest!’

I waved vaguely
in Tony’s direction, and he looked up and gave her a grin, his dick obviously
enjoying the look of Ellen’s boobs. Ellen seemed to like the look of Tony, too.
She gave him a wicked grin in return, and did something I would not have
predicted in a million years.

‘OK, let’s find
out exactly what you’ve brought home for me, Angel,’ she said, as she stripped
off all her clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the floor. She stepped over
to the sofa and climbed onto Tony’s lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and
dropping her lips onto his. Tony responded enthusiastically, grabbing her butt
cheeks and kissing her back energetically. Wow! This had the promise of being a
very entertaining evening. Heck, I thought I knew Ellen, but here was a whole
new side to her I had never even suspected.

But I didn’t get
much of a chance to watch the action. Chas was obviously pleased to find that
he had me all to himself, and he was planning on making the most of the
opportunity. He knelt on the floor in front of the sofa and spread my legs
apart, pulling my ass down to the edge of the sofa. Then he pushed my skirt up
around my waist and spread my legs, ready for the main action. I didn’t have to
wait long. He leaned forward and slid a good length of English dick deep into
my Aussie pussy. Oh, it felt goooooooood!!!. He started thrusting deep inside
me, and I felt the fire of desire burning inside me. Sex is such a great
invention…I just can’t get enough of it. I looked to my left and saw that Tony
and Ellen had decided to dispense with the foreplay and go straight for the
main event. She was still straddling him, but she was now sliding happily up
and down on Tony’s pole and they both seemed to be enjoying every moment.
Shit…we were all at it. Even the sexy secretary was still getting shafted, too.
Three very happy ladies.

The more Chas
fucked me, the close I got to my first orgasm, and I could see that Ellen was
warming up fast, too. The skin around her neck was flushed red with sexual
excitement, and her moans were increasing in volume. I wasn’t being too quiet
myself…Chas was doing a fine job, as if he was scoring for England. Then I
climaxed rather noisily, my whole body tensing up as the first wave of pleasure
echoed through me. As I relaxed, Chas pulled out, ready for a change of
position.