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All four men were about to get laid; they just didn’t know it, yet. Perhaps one of them, my husband, was aware of their pending fate. After all, when he mentioned that our friend, who goes by Rolf, and his roommates were coming by to help work on our neighbor’s barn, the first words out of my mouth were, “Do we have enough condoms?” Fate had swung the pendulum of chance in my direction, and a perfect storm of minor events facilitated my lusty plans.A sexy unitard that I had ordered, a catsuit with spaghetti straps for the shoulders, made from skin-tight, black, stretchy fabric, was delivered to me that very morning. Sleeveless, covering me from my shoulders down to my ankles, the dark fabric clung to my body’s contours, highlighting the raw sexuality of my figure, and its translucency drew the eyes to my nipples, pussy, and very sexy behind. Also in the parcel was my new, denim miniskirt.The skirt was a flared hem, A-line, ruffled miniskirt. Two tiers of ruffled denim gave the hem a sultry, scandalously sexy look. If I wore it solo, I’d look like a horny slut on the prowl. Over the body-enhancing catsuit, it looked both cute and alluring. I hadn’t purchased the two garments with the intention of wearing them together, but, when opportunity knocks, one answers with everything they happen to have on hand.Our sole neighbor, Bill, has a huge farm, and his property borders ours. With winter coming, and the predictions were that we were going to have a harsh snowy season, Bill wanted to catch up on some repairs. Always volunteering to help, my husband and some of his friends spent the day, and a good part of the evening, patching the roof, replacing worn hardware, and doing general winterizing.My task, which I volunteered to do, was to keep the beverages flowing, have food ready for them for when they were done, and play hostess. The hostess was horny, and only multiple cocks could scratch my itch. As I drove home, nearing our house, I could see my husband cavorting about on the roof of the barn. He waved to my car as I passed.I texted him as soon as I got inside. “Home, my knight. Let me change, and I’ll bring everyone some drinks.”Always perfect, his rooftop-texted response made me smile. “Please, never change. You’re perfect as you are.”Having no time to shower, I stripped as I ascended the stairs, plopping onto my vanity chair with bouncing flesh. I had about twenty minutes to do my hair and makeup, then get dressed. Given that it usually takes me a few hours to decide on what to wear, I was slightly less frenetic than usual, as I already had my clothing picked out. I plugged in my hair crimping iron, letting it warm up. Although the look is so decades ago, I like the kinky waves, and I always felt extra-slutty and so sexy when I took the time to crimp my long, red locks.It would take five minutes for the hair-shaping device to reach temperature, and I couldn’t do my makeup until I knew how my hair was going to turn out. So, rather than fret, I concentrated on my goals. I’d bend deeply at the waist in front of the four men, shoving my barely-covered boobs in their faces, sticking my ass out to entice them. In the short skirt, casino siteleri güvenilir my ass would be exposed, the tight, black stretch fabric looking more like a thin layer of paint than clothing. Then, I’d drop innuendo, doing my best to cause erections. If words and slutty displays didn’t work, I’d “accidentally” touch them, rub up against them, and wiggle my flesh against their bodies.Fantasizing over what I intended to do always got me incredibly worked up. Less than thirty seconds into my wait, my hands crept between my legs, furiously fingering my clit. A handy hairbrush handle offered itself as a surrogate dildo, and I crammed the phallic end inside my dripping cunt, fucking myself hard, deep, and fast while my fingers attacked my sensitive nub. As I came hard, I found myself wishing that Rolf had another roommate. That would make it five total men, and that’s my perfect number: one for each hole and one for either hand.As long as my hair is getting, it took longer than I’d hoped to style all of it. I made up for the loss of time by rushing through my makeup. With no time left for subtlety, heavy eyeshadow in a dark, grayish green was followed by black eyeliner, the vibrant, midnight mascara giving me impish, slutty eyes. Some blush, then whore red lipstick, finished my seductive warpaint.The outfit needed something—a splash of color—so I ransacked my accessories, seeking something to balance the ensemble. My first choice was a black, lace choker. It looked alluring, so sexy that I decided to keep it on, even though it didn’t bring any harmony to my wardrobe. A green flannel, feminine-cut lumberjack shirt, gave my clothes that much-needed vibrancy. The only issue was that I wanted to dress like a slut; I needed to get them to fuck me. So, rather than button it up, which was too conservative, or let it hang loose and open, which was too “grunge,” I tied the shirt into a loose, mid-riff halter.Had it not been for the tight, black catsuit, I’d have been dressed like a free-use slut. As it was, the sheer, tight fabric added some sexy class to my ensemble, making me look like a classy, horny, free-use vixen. Dressed for lusty battle, I slipped into some tennis shoes—I was going over to the barn after all—grabbed some bottled mead and beer, and sauntered outside. Along the way to the barn, a few minutes walk from our back door, I practiced swinging my hips and jutting out my butt.“Hiya, boys,” I drawled out, using my sexy, husky voice that always makes people want to fuck me. “Working hard?”“Divine perfection,” my husband said to me. “I was just telling Jim, here, how much my eyes, as well as my heart and soul, missed you.”“What obsequious oaf-face, said, Krystal. You look amazing.”“Double O’s! Good one, piss-drinker!”“How long have you two been insulting each other in alphabetical order?” I laughed.“All day!” Rolf’s roommates, Jim and Charles, groaned.“Well, here are some drinks.”I smiled as I turned my back to them. A convenient bale of hay was nearby, perfect for depositing the drinks on top of. I bent forward, keeping my knees straight but arching my back. My butt is round, güvenilir slot siteleri firm, and heart-shaped; bending like that made it stick out prominently.“There’s some of Sir Roberts’ award-winning mead, some beer, and some soft drinks. I’ll be cooking dinner for everyone in a moment. Also, just so you boys are nice and clean for dinner, I put fresh towels in the bathroom so you can shower.”Three of them just stared at me, mouths agape. My husband wrapped his arms around me, gave me a passionate kiss that set my soul and flesh on horny fire, and grabbed my ass while I melted into his arms.On the tips of my toes, my overheating tits pressing into his muscular torso, I whispered into his ear. “Save some energy. You’re going to need to punish my ass, later, to punish me for being such a horny slut.”“Why? What did you do?” he laughed. His eyes, always vibrant and pussy-drenching, lit up with naughty fervor.“Nothing, yet,” I confessed. I smiled mischievously. “Yet,” I repeated, giving him an impassioned look.The boys took a break to stare at my body, feigning interest in their drinks. Of course, since my horse’s stall was in the barn, I had to give my pet and companion some affection and an apple before I left. As I stretched, pet, and hugged my horse, I was keenly aware of several sets of eyes burning holes through the fabric of my clothing. My already heightened arousal increased until my entire body was quivering with lust. Knowing I’m desired makes me feel so sexy that my lust explodes.“I’ll start cooking. Don’t be too long.”“We’re almost done, my divine goddess.”I’d played with all of them before, but nothing had been mentioned. All of them were gentlemanly enough not to assume; that meant that I could play, tease, torture, and show off as much as I wanted, knowing, all the while, that I’d be perfectly safe. I intended on doing much more than that; I was going to drain all of their cocks at least twice. But, first, I had to cook dinner for five people. One may think that my sexy body, incredible ass, and dressing like a whorish slut were my secret weapons, but I went the extra mile that time.My husband didn’t marry me for my culinary skills, which are basically at the “none at all” level. My true secret weapon is a meals-to-go store in the city, not terribly far from where I work. One just goes in, purchases whatever they feel like, and pops it into the oven. I had a meatloaf and sides of vegetables and potatoes ready to warm up. I like our friends, and my cooking is so atrociously awful that I refused to subject them to such torture.Jim came in first, maybe ten or twenty minutes later. He’s a cutie with medium blond hair, some wiry muscles, and a sparkling smile. His handsomeness was somewhat obscured by the grime and dirt covering his body.“Shower, now!” I pointed to the stairs. “Are the others coming in soon?”“We’re almost done. They’re finishing up the new hinges and should be along in a few minutes.”Forty-five minutes remained on the oven’s timer, which gave me enough time to do what I felt compelled to do. I waited for a few minutes, my fingers caressing my breasts and rubbing en iyi casino siteleri my thighs the entire time. Then, I jogged up the stairs, noting that the bathroom door was open a crack. Hearing the water still running, I entered, feeling very naughty. When Jim turned off the water and opened the shower curtain, he shrieked in surprise.“What the fuck, Krystal? You scared the shit out of me.”“I thought you might like some help toweling off,” I giggled. “Starting there.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, taking his shaft in my mouth.“Fuck. Are you sure?”“Shut up and fuck my mouth. We have time.”“But, your husband!”“He gets off on it; now, fuck my face.”Just to prove that I meant business, I untied my flannel, giving him an exquisite view of my tits wrapped in the sexy bodysuit, the black cloth stretched over them. My nipples were rock-hard and poked through the fabric.My mouth plunged over his cock, my head bobbing.“Fuck, you’re a horny woman. That feels so good.”It didn’t take long before I had his hips bucking against my thrusting mouth, and he was moaning his pleasure.“Going to cum.”Jim’s cock erupted, shooting massive spurts of cum into my mouth. I kept sucking, trying to drink it all down, although a good bit spilled over my lips and dribbled down my chin.“There you go. A good hostess makes her guests happy. Now, get dressed for dinner.”A few minutes later, my husband and the other two men came inside.“Ah, Jim and I thought you guys got lost or something. You, shower,” I said to Charles.”“Yes, ma’am.” He’s always so polite and respectful.Charles went up to shower, which was good because he smelled like a barn. I chatted with my husband and the others for a few minutes, then found an excuse to go upstairs.“Jim used all the towels. I’ll just go put some fresh ones in there for Chuck.”My husband gave me a naughty, knowing look, and Jim nearly choked on his drink. I made a big, dramatic show of getting them all fresh drinks, bending and stretching until they were all staring at me, then scampered upstairs. The door was closed but unlocked, and I could hear Charles muttering to himself in the shower.“Fucking, horny slut,” he was saying. “Do you know how sexy you are, dressed like that? I saw you bending over, rubbing your hot, little ass against me.”I felt the sexual heat spread through my flesh, making my heart race and my pussy gush. Emboldened, I slowly opened the shower curtain. Charles had his back turned toward the wall, facing away from me. His long, dark brown hair was matted down his toned back, his dragon tattoo writhing in time with his pumping arm. He was verbally fantasizing over me, stroking his cock. It was perfect.“Let me help you with that big, thick cock, Chuck,” I purred, reaching out for him.He turned, momentarily startled but smiling. He offered me his cock, so I reached out and grabbed it, pumping his shaft furiously.“You wanted me. Here I am. Cum for me. Shoot for me. Give me your spunk.”“Krystal! Fuck me. I can’t believe this.”“I saw you jacking over me. It made me so fucking horny. Cum for me. Give me your jizz.”On my knees, halfway in the shower, I stroked his cock, looking up into his eyes, begging for cum. Charles erupted, his quivering manhood spitting out geysers of hot, sticky goodness. It splashed on my flannel shirt, some of it landing on my chest.“Don’t take too long,” I smiled at him as I scooped up his jizz with my finger and then sucked it off. “Rolf and my husband need to shower, as well.”
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