Someone reminded me why I screwed my co-workers so often at ..
Added 2023-10-09 23:19:12 +0000 UTCSomeone reminded me why I screwed my co-workers so often at work. Because that last couple of hours were so slow and tedious, and all you did was watch the clock. So I flirted to pass the time. Flirting led to a little bit more, and a little bit more led to me inhaling a co-worker's cock with my cunt. I worked in a hospital. You would be shocked at how many rooms there are available to get your pussy pumped with an end-of-shift load of sperm. I bet back in those days, I fucked at least 10 guys at that hospital over the several years I worked there. I may have sucked off about the same amount. I was big into giving head. I still am. But I was super enthusiastic about it in those days. I probably scared a few guys I was so into it. The hospital is where I honed my "cheating wife" skills. I never got caught there. I got caught when I went to home health care. In the store warehouse with a co-worker's dick in my mouth that blew sperm the exact moment the boss walked in. I got fired. He got fired. It was such a good story it got back to my husband, and I was busted. It was worth it. The guy's name was Scott. Not the Scott I'm with today. That's just a coincidence. My Scott now isn't even half the man my Scott was from back then. Literally. Scott had the most enormous cock I have ever had the privilege to hold in my hand. 13 long fat inches of cock perfection. I thought I would leave my husband for him, but in the end, he was a player, and I wasn't really leaving my husband for him. I was leaving my husband for Scott's dick. Scott just liked me because I was a super willing and available cum dump for his dick. He had the looks, the body, the personality. So Scott had all the other chicks as well. If he had told me he would keep me around to have a chick willing to empty his testicles on command, I would have left my husband for him. I really would have. I was having the best orgasms of my life. That messes with your critical thinking. Didn't matter anyway. Scott moved away. My husband at the time couldn't get past the fact Scott's cock had resized me, so much so that I couldn't cum with his dick anymore. So he hit me with divorce papers, and down the road I went. We didn't hate each other. We kept in touch for the longest time after that. We got along well enough that I fucked my ex about 3 years ago after 20-plus years. The fucker still couldn't make me cum. When he asked if I was going to cum and I said no, that pretty much made things awkward. He made some off-the-wall remarks about me being a porn whore and that kind of stuff. I ignored him, patted him on his head, and down the road he went. I haven't heard from him again since. I wasn't mad he couldn't get me off. I would have taught him what he needed to do. His ego wouldn't let that happen. His loss and my gain.
