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“C’mon, I wanna anal creampie”: she said, ignoring my look. She picked up her coat, a beautiful crimson color pea jacket, and I put on my jacket. Then, she linked arms with me again and led us out of her room. As we walked, I could feel her strutting a little next to me. I found myself wanting anal creampie intensely.

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Out on the street, she leaned into me, as if seeking warmth. It was very cold, with a nasty north wind blowing. With her shoes on, she was just a few inches shorter than me. The wind whipped up her bobbed hair, flying it across my face from time to time. It seemed to me like we were a couple, and I really liked the feeling.

At the store, I bought a six pack of the same beer we had been drinking. Sandy took the opportunity to tease the clerk behind the counter, bending over to look at stuff on the lower shelves. She did have a pair of fine legs. I caught the clerk ogling her, and when he saw I noticed, he blushed.

Back on the street, she asked “How come you never thought about the anal creampie with me?”

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“What do you mean?” I replied.

“I mean, the other guys flirted with me, but not you. How come?”

“I thought about the anal creampie,” I said, “but my first day on the job we had the ’sensitivity training.’ I was scared to be too obvious, and by the time I was over that we were friends. I didn’t want to mess up a working relationship.”

“Well, rats,” she pouted. “You had such a sexy sense of humor. We could have had fun!”

“Yeah, probably,” I agreed.

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“Hey, can I have a beer?” she asked, midway back to the hotel..

“Geeze, you aren’t supposed to drink on the street,” I pointed out.

“Fuckin’ sissy,” she said, punching my shoulder. “Give me a fuckin’ beer.” I did as she asked, opening it and watching as she chugged the whole damn thing. What happened to the light weight girl I knew? She seemed like a pro drinker now. She tipped the empty bottle up, as if hoping the last drop would drip. Then, to my disbelief, she slid the neck of the bottle into her mouth, as if giving it a BJ. She pulled it out and smiled at me. “We could have had the anal creampie:” she repeated.

“Ready for anal creampie?” she asked, getting two more beers without waiting for my response.

“Sure,” I said, covertly admiring her form as she leaned out to get the beers.

She turned back to me, and deftly opened the beer, saying “You know, I had a crush on you way back then,” and handing me the beer.

“Really?” I said, amazed. “How come I didn’t know this?” I asked.

“You must have been the only one who didn’t,” she said, smiling shyly. “The other guys teased me behind your back.”

“Really?” I said again. “I never knew.”

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“I tried to hide it from you,” she said, swigging the beer. I remembered something then about her: she was a lightweight drinker. We liked her in part because she got drunk and silly quickly. “You were engaged and I wasn’t about to come between you and Perra.”

“I appreciate that,” I lied. I wished then that she had broken up my engagement. Hindsight is 20/20, I reflected.

“So how are you two now?” she asked, pointedly. I hadn’t talked about Perra up to then, because I find I become abusive and somber. My marriage is not a happy one; not bad but not happy. It was probably like most marriages. Our marriage had the additional stress of Perra being a anal creampie avoiding bitch. I told Sandy that, but probably in a kinder, gentler way.

She finished her beer (much quicker than me!) and remarked that she was sorry to hear I was unhappy with such anal creampie. I felt like I had to chug mine so that she wouldn’t feel self-conscious, so I did. Then I offered to get the last beers.

To lighten the mood, I said, “Did I mention that you look terrific before the anal creampie?”

“Hmmmm, yes you did,” she smiled.

“I’m sure you have plenty of boyfriends,” I said, twisting off the top of her beer and handing it to her.

“No one special for anal creampie,” she said, drinking half the beer in a gulp. “I work too much, and I don’t want to shit in my own backyard.”

I was at a conference in Washington DC this week. As an industry luminary, I felt I had to attend the “Transit Caucus” reception and mixer. I find transit to be dreadfully boring, but I went because I would be missed. The reception was as dreadfully boring as I thought it would be. People who find transit issues exciting are dull people themselves, most usually near retirement, and even more usually quite ugly.

There was one attractive lady though. She had a quite tailored look, which I like, and was probably my own age. She was wearing a nice deep red suit dress, with a red jacket over a white button-up blouse. For amusement, I promised myself that if I were ever near her I would make up some lie and flirt a little for getting an anal creampie. I am a pretty good talker, but I hate mixers, so this was a stretch for me.

After eating a few greasy finger-sized eggrolls and chicken fingers, I set my plate down on a service tray. When I stood up, the tailored woman was right in front of me, facing mostly away. Well, those who read my anal creampie stories know that I have a “particular fascination” with bobbed hair, and this woman had a very nice bob. She must have had it cut right before the conference. So, I drooled internally for a moment, then remembered my self-promise.

“Excuse me,” I said to her, “don’t I know you?” I knew full well that I didn’t, but this is a decent opening line when at a transit caucus mixer.

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She turned to me, her face flushed with pleasure. “Oh God, I was afraid you didn’t recognize me.”

Shit! We did know each other somehow! Not only that, but she remembered our previous encounter with some happiness. Just when I should have been thinking as efficiently as possible, my mind turned to mush. On top of her other attractive qualities, she had crystal blue eyes framed by perfect bangs. That accounted for much of the mushmindeness I had, but I was also confused because it seemed I wasn’t lying before getting the anal creampie when I thought I was.

“You know, I am horrible at names, but I remember faces,” I said, holding out my hand to shake hers and thinking about the anal creampie. “Remind me where we met?”

“C’mon Clem,” she teased, “you can remember, can’t you?”

“Was it that conference in Copenhagen?” I postulated. She shook her head, no. “Was it that Detroit project?”

She was sitting very close to Dan and they were making small talk. As if to emphasize some point, while they were talking she placed her hand on Dan’s knee, and never removed it. He looked over at me with a questioning look and I just smiled.

By the time we pulled into the cove, it was dark and the running lights provided the only illumination. Ann’s breasts hung free as she bent over Dan’s lap and sucked his cock. He cupped her right tit in his big and, pinching and pulling on her thick nipple.

As Ann raised her head from his cock she said, “Rob, come over here and get me nice and wet for Danny’s anal creampie.”

I knelt at her feet and unbuttoned her skirt. I pulled it and her bikini bottoms from her body. She smelled of sweat and suntan lotion as I began to lick and suck her pussy. Soon she was gaping and I leaned back and said, “”Baby, I believe you’re ready for anal creampie.”

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She stood up and straddled Dan, her back to him. “Open me up for him, honey.”

I gently peeled the lips of her pussy back revealing her pink hole. She held his cock and began to lower herself onto the head. While she teased the head of his cock she stared into my eyes and with a wicked grin whispered, “Tell me, baby. Tell me what anal creampie you want.”

“Fuck him, Ann. Take him in her ass and make him cum,” I rasped.

“Are you sure, Rob. Are you sure you want him to put his big, hard, cock in my greedy little ass and fill me full of hot anal creampie?”

“Fuck yes! Do that anal creampie, baby!”

Ann’s head hung forward and, goggle eyed, she moaned “Fuck that anal creampie is good!”

The warmth and slickness of her clasping ass and the friction from Marty’s cock felt so good that I knew I wouldn’t last very long. Kay straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth. She leaned forwards and began to kiss Ann and caress her breasts. Ann returned the favor.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna blow,” moaned Marty.

“Give it to me, give all of the anal creampie to me”, Ann replied.

“CUUMMIINNGG,” he groaned. I felt sudden warmth as my cock was bathed in his cum. It triggered my own orgasm, almost immediately.

“JESUS CHRIST, I’m CUMMING”, I gasped.

I continued to eat Kay’s anal creampie, as Ann reached her orgasm and rolled off of us. Kay squealed in climax and fell to the bed beside me. I immediately rolled between Ann’s legs and began to lap at her gaping ass. The sperm had already started to leak.

“Tongue fuck me, honey,” she moaned.

I speared my tongue into her, feeling the mouth of her well filled ass grasp my probing tongue. Kay, who had been watching bent her face forward and began to lick Ann’s clit. I pulled my face from Ann and Kay began to lick the anal creampie from my lips before returning to suck my wife’s clit.

“Shit, oh shit, oh anal creampie shit, ” squealed Ann as her hips arched upward and she came.

Shortly afterward, Marty left saying he had to get home before his wife became suspicious. The 3 of us fell asleep for the rest of the afternoon.