The horny Hen
The problem with being a secret nymphomaniac is you can’t tell friends ‘or family. It’s even bigger problem when it’s your hen night and you are up for getting one last fuck off a complete stranger before you get hitched, but instead you’re at a dinner with well respected, decent and very moral friends who would be disgusted by that!
That was my story last weekend. It was my Hen day and although lovely, calm and very “nice”, by 11pm they all wanted to all go home to their families and get to bed... whereas I wanted to be half cut and getting fucked at either the back of a night club or down some grotty alleyway. So come 11.15pm I was disappointedly sitting in the back of a taxi with my soon to be sister in-law feeling horny and wanting a hard rough fuck. I mean I had packed a bag to stay out all night, I had booked a hotel room, I was ready for night of debauchery like guys have on a stag do normally have.
So what did I do, I did the right thing! No I didn’t go home to my fiancé and snuggle down for the night. We dropped my sister to be off and I got the taxi driver to take me back into town and to a club loaded with horny lads. There was one last problem though to my cunning plan... I’m a 40 year old big girl! I am not a teeny bopper girl, I’m no longer prime meat and even after I pulled the neck line down on my already low slung top so most of my tits were hanging out... It wasn’t getting me much attention. Disaster!
so feeling rejected I grabbed my bag from the coat room and headed back toward the taxi rank. I was almost there when suddenly I heard my name called, I turned to see a lad I knew through connections of my work, but he had since moved on. A young 18 year old lad looking half wasted on drink and d**gs no doubt, he comes over and starts chatting, asking what was I doing there and why did I have a large bag with me... more important to me though, he couldn’t take his eyes off my tits. This was my chance I thought, so I told him about my hen night, how the girls had been boring and gone home and how I wanted to party.
The rest as they say is history. He invited me to come party with him and his mates, to which I did. As the club lights turned on to close for the night, I put it flat to him and his remaining mate who’d stayed after the rest had already left. “Shall we go to my hotel room so you can fuck me now?” I asked. 5am I left the hotel happy that they had both given me what I wanted. I still had their cum up my arse and I’d swallowed down a good half cup off them in 3 hours of fun. They’d done whatever they wanted with me, I was willing them to do it.
I am under no illusion, they are both probably full of regret having fucked a fat old slag. But do I care? Nah! By the time I got home I had got for what I’d set out for!
That was my story last weekend. It was my Hen day and although lovely, calm and very “nice”, by 11pm they all wanted to all go home to their families and get to bed... whereas I wanted to be half cut and getting fucked at either the back of a night club or down some grotty alleyway. So come 11.15pm I was disappointedly sitting in the back of a taxi with my soon to be sister in-law feeling horny and wanting a hard rough fuck. I mean I had packed a bag to stay out all night, I had booked a hotel room, I was ready for night of debauchery like guys have on a stag do normally have.
So what did I do, I did the right thing! No I didn’t go home to my fiancé and snuggle down for the night. We dropped my sister to be off and I got the taxi driver to take me back into town and to a club loaded with horny lads. There was one last problem though to my cunning plan... I’m a 40 year old big girl! I am not a teeny bopper girl, I’m no longer prime meat and even after I pulled the neck line down on my already low slung top so most of my tits were hanging out... It wasn’t getting me much attention. Disaster!
so feeling rejected I grabbed my bag from the coat room and headed back toward the taxi rank. I was almost there when suddenly I heard my name called, I turned to see a lad I knew through connections of my work, but he had since moved on. A young 18 year old lad looking half wasted on drink and d**gs no doubt, he comes over and starts chatting, asking what was I doing there and why did I have a large bag with me... more important to me though, he couldn’t take his eyes off my tits. This was my chance I thought, so I told him about my hen night, how the girls had been boring and gone home and how I wanted to party.
The rest as they say is history. He invited me to come party with him and his mates, to which I did. As the club lights turned on to close for the night, I put it flat to him and his remaining mate who’d stayed after the rest had already left. “Shall we go to my hotel room so you can fuck me now?” I asked. 5am I left the hotel happy that they had both given me what I wanted. I still had their cum up my arse and I’d swallowed down a good half cup off them in 3 hours of fun. They’d done whatever they wanted with me, I was willing them to do it.
I am under no illusion, they are both probably full of regret having fucked a fat old slag. But do I care? Nah! By the time I got home I had got for what I’d set out for!
6年前
