I was an avid runner and swimmer and so had apretty lean cut body, which was naturally pretty smooth. My cock stands atabout 6" hard, and pretty thic...k.Like I said, pretty normal to look at, if on the attractive side. I gotdecent grades in school, and went to college. I dated girls, and fucked alot of them. I mean a lot. By my sophomore year in college, when Istarted dating the aforementioned girlfriend I had broken the 100 chickmilestone (I like to keep track). I was pretty open minded. I was flooded with nightmares, thoughts and images I couldnt chase away. I awoke hours later to my phone ringing. One glance at the caller id and I groaned, hitting the ignore button. Looking through my messages I rolled my eyes. Why the hell does she have to stick her nose in everybodys business? I wondered out loud. My best friend had called/texted several times already. She just had to know why I didnt go home like I said I was. Where had I been when my husband was trying to contact me? Why. You’re going to get dressed up, we’re going to go down to the club, which will be packed full of nasty men with large cocks, then you’re going to be blindfolded before you get fucked in every hole by men you don’t know and will probably never see again,’I felt a ball of dread curl itself in the pit of my belly. I was his, completely and fully, but this? If I had a choice, I would’ve left, there and then. But I didn’t. Instead, I murmured ‘Yes Sir,’ and he seemed pleased.‘Strip,’ I stood up and. I was happy to see she was still smiling.“Uh, almost every night.” I answered. Being that honest was actually very enjoyable. There were no lies to keep track of and my conscience was always clear.“Holy shit. Does she play with herself too?” she asked, clearly intrigued.“No. She doesn’t even get undressed.” I answered.Much to my surprise, she leaned in to me, still smiling, and began to kiss me again. Her lips were soft and smooth and her tongue was graceful and delicate. She finally.