EroticReverie

Sasha Summers

OH, how I loved torturing men like Brent Grand. The ones who thought they were so above "cheating". Why did it even have to be cheating? I truly believed we were all animals. We were meant to fuck. It didnt have to be emotional, or about love or anything else other than sex. I didn't believe in monogamy. I thought it was crazy that people did. Life, for most of us, is long.  No pussy or dick is that fucking good that you're human nature won't crave or desire someone else. We call these "Fantasies" .  Little secrets in the back of our minds. Why can't fantasies be reality? What's wrong with me wanting to one day fall in love, but still wanting to fuck other men and women? Why does me wanting to fuck someone, have to mean I love that person any less? Who made this fucked up societal rule? and even if I wanted to LOVE more than one person...who says THAT is wrong either?  It pissed me off. I found it stupid and silly for anyone to think that they werent capable of loving more than one person. Who says we can only love one person at a time, when its clear were able to love more than one person? You break up with someone....you fall in love with someone else. So it's not like your heart is only capable of loving one person. We just tell ourselves it's all that's allowed. Same with our bodies. Why should I limit myself to one person? Because people will think Im a whore if I dont? 

I know people think I'm the town slut, the town whore. Because yes, MOST of the men... NOT ALL, like they say....but MOST of the men I screwed around with or fucked were married men. I stood by my beliefs. Men, just as well as women, deserved to fuck, and deserved to do it as much as they wanted, with as many people as they wanted. Just be safe. The only thing wrong with "promiscuity" was that disease and babies could be a result. I wasn't looking for either of those. 

i believed I was doing gods work! (If god was a horny pervert, which, he was a man..so..duh, he had to be.) I just wanted men and women to open their fucking eyes. And I happened to really fucking enjoy being the one to help men that believed they had to commit to one pussy. I didnt mind being the secret  guilty pleasure. I didnt mind being a "Mistress" or a "Side piece". I loved it. I loved that I had several men in this town calling on me, to help them release.  Too bad their wives would never understand. But that wasnt my problem. Because I dont believe what Im doing with them is wrong. Like I said. Men are meant to spread their seed. It's human fucking nature. I'm not trying to move in and replace their wife. I'm just fucking their husbands. And what's so wrong with that?

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It's midnight while I'm at Mazzy's scoping out potential men, looking for those shiny wedding bands on fingers that I've yet to have inside of me. I'm wearing a tight hot pink  mini dress. That honestly belongs on a stipper, with the amount of skin showing along my sides. There were thin strings holding together the front and back of the dress, criss crossing down my sides. I had on matching hot pink strappy heels , with my long hot pink hair up in a "Effortlessly" messy little updo that took me thirty minutes to get how I wanted it. 

I had my full face of makeup, dark smokey eyes, and my fake lashes on, and my lips painted a matching bright pink, because tonights look was "barbie Bimbo". My favorite. 

My cleavage was looking absolutely stellar if I did say so myself, the deep litte v cut of the dress in the front showing of the girls nicely. 

I doubt Brent would show up. Although with how hard I'd managed to make his dick earlier, I was holding out hope that the hottest married man in town would finally cave and take me up on my offer. 

I didn't let myself wait around for Brent, because again. I doubted he would come, so I made me way over to the older guy standing near the end of the bar with another middle aged man, both of them giving me sleazy smiles. 

I normally didn't go for guys who made it easy. Guy who were already willing to have sex with other women, already somewhat understood my "Human Nature" motto. But the one was actually kind of cute, and I wasn't sure I wanted to work that hard for dick tonight.  So, I stroll my ass right over to them, and get myself a free drink and two sets of eyes on my tits for the next fifteeen minutes while I laugh at their stupid jokes and inuendos, deciding against my initial idea of letting them have the time of their lives with me.  Sometimes, men just gave ya the ick. And you had to walk away. 

I make my way over to a group of girls a bit older than me, but not by much, they were actually probably of legal drinking age. Which, I was not, but in this town, nobody gave a shit. 

"Aren't you that Summers girl?" one girl turns up her nose. 

"I am. Your daddy tell you bout me?" I ask reaching up and slipping my hand over her shoulder, and brushing her long dingy brown hair back. I always play nice until they ask for the claws. 

She scoffs, a few of the other girls hold back laughs. The cute little blonde to my right turning away and lifting a hand to her mouth as she fights back a laugh at her friends expense. 

The bitchy girl jerks her shoulder back as I give her a fake little friendly smile. 

"Or was it your mother?" I ask. "I swing both ways, so it's possbile I mightve had your mother sitting on my face" I say and her jaw drops a few of the other girls laughing, blondie next to me chokes on her drink. 

I smile and It's clear this a group of friends , some closer than others, some only hanging out with others because they have to. Because half the girls are scowling at me on behalf of their friend, the others are fighting back laughter. 

I look to the blonde beside me. 

"Wanna dance?" I ask and her eyebrows pop up and she clears her through from her choking fit. 

"With you?" she asks and I smile. 

"Unless you'd rather dance with one of the skeevy men roaming in here tonight...yes me." I say. 

She doesnt even look at her other friends. She nods. Her friend i'd just embarassed scoffing as blondie doesnt even bother looking for her friends approval. I decide I like blondie. A lot. I liked people who didnt go off others peoples judgements, even if they were correct. I liked people who knew how to have fun, and formed their own fucking opinions.

I pull blondie to the middle of the room, and there's not even anyone dancing, but she let's me pull her right to me and I immediately pull her to straddle each other legs as I dirty dance with her to whatever rock song is playing over the speakers. 

A few of her friends come out and start dancing as well, a few guys their age coming over and dancing, closer and closer , moving slowly, testing the waters with blondies friends. Making sure they wont get full on rejected before trying to dance with the other girls. 

"What's your name?" I ask her as I lean into her ear. 

"Jessa" she answers over the music. 

"I'm Sasha." I say. 

"I know who you are" she says and I pull back and cock my brow. 

I lean back in. "You think you know me?" I ask again and pull back and she rolls her eyes. 

"I know OF you." she corrects me. 

"and what do you know of me Blondie?" I ask and she smirks a little. 

She purses her lips a little and narrows her eyes playfully as if she's deciding whether or not she wants to tell me rumors, or facts. 

"I know you have a great body" she says and I smile. 

"Thanks." I say and she nods. 

"I also hear you like to do some very dirty things with your body." she says and I cock my brow.

"Like what?" I ask. 

"Like fuck married men, and women." she says. 

I don't say anything and just study her, the innocent little yellow sundress and her flip flops. 

"Is it true?" she asks and I look back up at her. 

"You married?" I ask her. 

She shakes her head. 

"Then I guess it not true." I say and she quirks her brow. 

"Because I plan on fucking you tonight." I say and her brows lift and she laughs at my audacity. I only smile. 

"Wow. You're pretty bold there Sasha Summers" she says. I shrug. 

"What's the point in pretending we don't want to fuck each other?" I ask her and she laughs again. 

"What makes you think I-" she says and I shut her up , by slipping my hand in her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. There's a biref second of protest, but then she's shoving her hungry little tongue against mine as I make out with her on the dance floor. 

When I know I've got her hooked on me, I pull back with a proud little smirk and lick my lips. 

"You were saying?" I ask. 

She looks around, and blushes as people stare, or pretend they werent just staring at us. 

"That doesn't mean I..." she gasps as I grab her hand, turn and pull her along towards the ladies room. "What are you doing?!" she squeals and laughs nervously as I pull her in and then push her against the door and hike up her dress. 

"What are you-"

I cut her off with another kiss, and I push my hand over her panties, finding her damp. 

"Really feels like you definitely don't want to fuck" I taunt her , swiping them to the side and she gasps , her eyes widening her mouth dropping open as I slide a finger directly inside of her. 

"If you dont want to fuck, you must want me to stop, do you want me to stop Blondie?" I ask and she shakes her head with a groan and curses as I slide a second one in and slip my hand out from between her legs and her brows pinch. I flick the doors lock and then grab her and pull her towards the sinks. 

"Put your hands on the sink and bend over" I say, as I lower myself, squatting, down pushing her dress and yanking down her panties as she bends over the sink, hands on counter. 

"oh god" she groans before I've even touched her. 

"I've, i've never done this" she says.

"Mmmm, done what? Let a girl finger your pussy , let a stranger finger your pussy or had your pussy fingered in a public restroom?" I ask as I slide a finger through her pussy lips and dip two fingers back into her as I kiss her cute little ass. 

"any of it" she moans and I smile to myself as I finger her. 

I lick my tongue over her puckered asshole and she jumps. 

"Mmm, never done that either?" I ask. She shakes her head, her blonde hair moving over her back and I grin. 

"Can I keep doing it anyways?" I ask as I wet my tongue and lick over it again gently and she nods. 

"yeah..uh huh" she answers and I grin. 

"mmm, it's going to be so much fun making you cum" I tell her.