I arch my back, eager for it, lifting my hips, presenting my ass as best I can, clenching the blanket with my fists. “What a pretty little whore.”...I freeze. It’s not his voice. It’s feminine. There’s a hard edge to it, just like there is to his. I whimper, suddenly frightened and unsure. Her touch is gentler then his, her hands gliding over my back, my shoulders, my ass, down my thighs, everywhere but between my legs. “My husband likes to share. It’s my turn. Have you even been with another. I decided to share my pic too. I just went, took out all the clothes. My penis was standing rock solid throbbing and pulsating. I switched my phone camera, put it on auto click mode with timer and clicked my own pic and sent it to her.She : Oh Fuckkk Gary… I have never received such a pic in my life from any guy… Woww.. quite liking it.I said, my dick will love to give you a wonderful pleasure, and all you need is to come and take it, before i go back to my base (i.e. Kolkata).She realized that. Sounds great, doesn't it, but it isn't. It just isn't enough. I need sex, and lots of it, and when I get horny, I don't want some politically correct suit to fuck me. I want a real man. Or group of men. You know the type. Construction workers. Truck drivers. Bikers. Guys who know how to give me what I really want, which isn't a fucking "relationship." What I crave more and more these days is hard cock and lately, the more the merrier.Like last weekend. After a bitch of a week, I went home, took. So back to the present, or the present in the past...the pluperfect?Whatever. I had been in a dry spell since I got to college and here infront of me was a literal angel on earth and nowhere else to sit but nearher. You better believe I was going to make a move.I put on my smoothest smile, the one I had practiced in front of themirror for hours back in middle school, a bemused smirk with one slightlyraised eyebrow. Settling into what I thought was a nonchalant strut, Imade a line straight for.