“Different needs for different breeds,” I always say. I met Sue Ann in the Men’s room of Biffletrance, a local upscale nightclub popular with the twenty-something crowd. I was combing my hair when I heard masculine grunting and feminine moaning emanating from one of the stalls. Intrigued, I continued to comb long past what the hairstyle required. Washing my comb out in the sink for what seemed like ten minutes after the combing was finally discontinued, I saw a tall man exit the stall where the sex sounds were coming from, followed shortly thereafter by a petite and extremely beautiful woman. Smoothing out her miniskirt with one hand, brushing back her hair with the other, she walked over to the mirror at the sink there in the men’s room. “Hi,” she said in a calm, low voice to my reflection in the mirror. “My name’s Sue Ann.” She acted as if her being in the nightclub’s men’s room, screwing some guy in the stall, having me hear the act and seeing them both leave the stall was a perfectly natural event.
“Hello,” I said to her reflection. “Can I buy you a drink?” “Sure,” she laughed back at mine, “but we’d better have it at the bar.” Sue Ann, long black curly hair, hourglass figure, D-cup breasts, green eyes, 5 feet, two inches of 98 pound sensuality, sat with me at a corner table of the nightclub for most of that night, excusing herself three times to respond to three guys that came to our table asking her to dance. She danced just one tune with the first guy and returned to our table, telling me “that guy has no bulge at ALL.” The second man went half a set with her, she grinding her body into his at every opportunity. His hands on her ass pulling her to him even closer. An in-sync near sex act on the dance floor, it was. Sue Ann finally brought the man, a tall Italian-type, over to our table, saying to me, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I watched as the two of them went into the men’s room. I sat there for about 15 minutes, remembering the raw sex sounds I heard in there a short time back. I could envision Sue Ann in the men’s room stall, her mini rolled up to her waist, she facing the stall door, he behind her and pumping his prick in her as the stall door rattled from each of his thrusts…
“No,” Sue Ann laughed at me when I told her of my sex vision, the two of us back at our table again. “That wasn’t how it went at all. He was sitting on the toilet seat and I was riding his cock from above. I rode him face-to-face until I felt his cum squirting up my cunt. He never made a sound, not even when he came in me. Just a smile on his lips, that’s all. I only knew he had cum in me when I felt his hot cum inside me.”
The third man, a short black fellow of about 30, danced with Sue Ann for only two dances before they disappeared into the men’s room together. I tried to envision this one: he sitting on the seat, she on his lap facing him. The black cock at full length of 12 inches deep inside her as she squirmed with pleasure… “Wrong again,” Sue, once again back at our tabled, giggled like a schoolgirl telling of her first kiss. “We did what you ‘envisioned’ before: I was standing, facing the stall door, my legs spread wide, my mini rolled up to my waist, as he fucked me from behind…and the stall door DID rattle every time he thrust his cock up my cunt. And it wasn’t anywhere near 12 inches long…more like 8 at the most. But he came a lot in me. Look. Look at my panties,” she said as she pulled up her mini just far enough for me to see a spreading stain moisten the crouch area of the black panties.
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We left the club together that night; I was allowed to kiss her good night at her apartment door, she giving me her phone number back at the club. I knew this was the one–Sue Ann–for me, the ‘breed’ I had been searching for. We were married six months later. It was a unique wedding: me with my whole family there, grateful that I’d finally found the ‘right’ woman for me; Sue Ann with her special guests–all men, of course. Five of them. It took five men, each having her in the bathroom of the hall we rented for our wedding reception, to satisfy her at our wedding. “Weddings make me horny,” she pointed out to me. When she finally felt satisfied enough to rejoin me at our table the first time, the cum from the first two men was seeping through her wedding gown. “Sue Ann,” I whispered to my new wife, then seated next to me, “I can see the cum from the guys you just screwed oozing right through the wedding dress you borrowed.” The wedding gown was of very thin white material. As she sat there at the table, legs spread, the material collapsed between her legs and absorbed the wetness from her love opening. “The stain will come out,” she whispered back to me. “Meanwhile, let’s do something to hide that wetness from the other guests.” She took my right hand and placed it in her lap, right over the cum stain. I could feel the stickiness coat my palm, ooze from between my fingers, as my wife of only two hours spoke to the other guests seated at our table about the great wedding cake we shared. My new wife, I thought to myself, is talking about the wedding cake, as she hides with my right hand the cum of two men she just fucked in a bathroom. “I’ve fucked two men already, and we’re not even married two hours yet. Isn’t that a great start?” she still whispering. “Yes!” my enthusiastic and loud reply. Remembering the guests, I whispered into her ear, “But why didn’t you at least wear some panties to keep the cum in? There’re over 50 people here at the reception, nearly all not aware of your needs. I can actually smell the cum on your dress, you know.”
“Don’t worry,” Sue Ann, nuzzling at my ear said, “by this time most of the guests are drunk anyway, won’t notice the stain or sweet smell of the men’s cum. We’ll take care of the excess cum right now.” She lifted my right hand off the cum stain, my palm still coated, my fingers still oozing sticky whiteness, and placed it to her mouth, licking off the cum from the other men as we sat right there in front of my unknowing family. I realized, from their smiles, that they believed Sue Ann was just loving my right hand, though. Kissing my palm, nuzzling my fingers, that’s all the family guests saw from their seats. “How sweet,” my sister, seated across from us said, referring to the ‘loving’ Sue Ann was showing my hand. Sue Ann, still licking the men’s cum from between my fingers, out of my palm, replied with a tight smile, “Yes, it certainly is that. Maybe you should try it sometime,” a short laugh escaping her.
Sue Ann, done with my hand once all the men’s cum was licked off it, placed it palm down over the cum stain on her dress. Pressing my palm down hard over the stain caused it to become coated with cum again. Sue Ann repeated the process of loving my cum soaked hand once more. She licking the men’s cum out of my hand, guests believing her to be merely showing affection towards me. That went on for about a half hour. The excess cum finally cleared from her dress, only a thin, dry stain showing, Sue Ann excused herself to ‘head for the powder room.’ Two other men–the remaining two of Sue Ann’s special guests– discreetly followed her. About one hour later, she returned, lipstick refreshed, a pink glow on her face. The new coating of lipstick meant for the guests at our table, an excuse for her absence, the glow likely thought by guests as rouge, actually her response to being fucked by the two new men who followed her, the cum inside her, I knew. “Hi, all,” she said to us at the table, seating herself very close to me again. I looked down at her dress; no new cum stain was to be found. My lips to her ear, I asked in a surprised voice, “Didn’t you get fucked again? ” “Of course,” she said aloud, smiling at the guests, they not knowing what she’s talking about. “Two more fucks,” she nuzzling my ear again. “That’s four different men fucking me in the first four hours of our marriage.”
“That’s great, but I don’t see a new cum stain,” my lips again to her ear. “I’m wearing shorts I got off one of the men. To keep the cum inside me, from soiling my dress anymore,” she said. “The shorts are sort of a trophy anyway. The previous owner had 10 inches and lasted nearly twenty minutes. And he came in me twice, too. He put so much cum inside me, mixed with the other three’s cum, it ran down my legs, nearly to my ankles. So I took his shorts, declared him the winner of the night.” She took my right hand, placed it under her gown, rubbed my hand down her left thigh and calf, where it became sticky. She kept the new cum from further soiling her gown but left it on her legs, I realized right away. She removed my hand from under her gown and licked the new cum off, guests again believing my hand is just being ‘loved’ by my new wife, she just sharing the beauty of her legs with me, her new husband. “How sexy,” said my brother. I didn’t respond to his comment. Sue Ann said, “This keeps the skin of my legs soft,” she referring to the cum on them, the guests obviously believing she means the caressing of her legs. This process continued for another half hour. Until all the new cum was caressed off her legs by my hand, the hand then licked free of cum by her.
It’s time to leave the reception, though, and head to the hotel suite to consummate our union. I leave with my new wife, she still wearing under her white wedding gown the cum soaked shorts of one of the four men she had just fucked. In the suite, time to consummate our marriage now: Both of us naked, I lay on the bed. This is the first time I’ve ever seen her nude, I recall. Sue Ann straddles my face. Her cunt still smells of the cum from the men she had just fucked. Her pussy hairs are coated with dry cum, stuck together from its stickiness. A mixture of male cum and female orgasmic juices seep out of her tight cunt. I stick my tongue out as far as possible; Sue Ann lowers her pussy to meet my face. I fuck Sue Ann with my tongue, it curled and probing as Sue Ann lowers her pussy right into my face. “I’ve been needing this for too long,” she says, as I lick the sweetness out of her with a well-trained tongue. She squatting there above my face as I whip my tongue in and out of her cunt, lapping up and swallowing everything that can be found inside her then licking at each of her pussy hairs until they are shiny clean, free of any old cum or stickiness…
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This is the need for my breed, this tasting of fresh-fucked femininity. I’ve never stuck my cock in a woman in my life, requiring only the taste of her after she enjoys raw sex with other men. My breed suiting her need for multiple male sex partners exactly, of course. “Different needs for different breeds” exactly. One hour later, both of us finally satisfied with my tongue work, we go into the bathroom together. Sue Ann watches me as I quickly jerk off into the toilet, flush my cum out into the sewer, where its always gone since I experienced my first hard-on at 11. I’ve learned to get this filthy part over with quickly, this draining and disposal of my own cum. Over the years, I’ve progressed to where I can cum and flush in less than two minutes. Tonight it takes only 90 seconds from the time I first touched my cock to the flush, Sue Ann timing and congratulating me for being so prompt with the disposal of my cum.
Laying quietly together in bed, our arms tenderly around one-another, our marriage consummated now, both parties fully satisfied, our union of breeds destined to make this a lasting marriage, Sue Ann quietly questions me, “Aren’t you glad we waited until after we were married to do it?” “Yes,” my reply. “You were worth waiting for.”
