*** This is the continuation of Annie's Addiction. I got a lot of positive feedback and requests to continue Annie's exploration of her newfound addiction to cocks and how they can make her feel. I hope you like it and I welcome your thoughts. ***
I can't believe it was only two weeks ago that I experienced my first real cock. And what a cock it was. If you are interested, read about it in Annie's Addiction. After that fateful night, I vowed to learn as much as I could about the allusive cock and what it could do to me and for me. And learn I did. in fact, these past couple of weeks have been quite the learning experience. I learned three important lessons. One, the big muscular guy in my Chemistry class did NOT have as large a cock as I thought a guy that size would have. Two, the black guy on the floor above me in my dorm proved that not all black guys have large cocks. Three, when you are a relatively attractive woman with a great rack, you don't have to try very hard to get cock. That third lesson is by far the most important one that I learned, LOL. It is also the lesson which started me on the path to see just how many cocks I could sample. My goal in three words, ALL OF THEM.
I know I can't try all of them, LOL. But a girl can dream. Can't she? And right now, I am dreaming about that hunky blonde guy across the bar, sitting at a table with two friends. Well, to be completely honest, I am dreaming about the guy AND his two friends. My GOD, did I just think that??? Could I do that? Would I do that? Hmmm, these are all good questions. I guess the only way to find out is to try. "There is no try, only do or do not..." Get out of my head Yoda!!!
Looking down at my 36DDs, which are looking amazing in this top, while being pushed up and out by and equally amazing bra, I think, "Yes, the force is DEFINITELY with me." This thought has me smiling like the Cheshire Cat, as I walk over to my possible party of three. As I get closer, I start to wonder if I can actually go through with this. How does one go about asking a group of guys if they want to share me like an order of hot wings? Ouch, probably not a good analogy. I can only imagine the burn if I got hot sauce in my cootchie. However, I do wonder how yummy a cock would taste with some Buffalo sauce on it? Stop thinking Annie!!! Keep your mind on the prize... prizes... three cocks, no waiting...
The hunky guy that I have been trading glances with for the last half hour, is watching me like a hawk, the whole way over. His knowing grin has me a bit distracted. He clearly is a guy that has never had a problem picking up girls, and this is definitely not the first time a girl has made the first move and approached him. That fucking grin is sort of pissing me off a little and is probably what makes me change my approach tactic and lean into a very possibly disastrous course of action.
"Hi, I'm Annie, the girl you are going home with tonight," I say, as I throw my hand out for him to shake. He stands there stunned, looking from my hand to my face and back down to my hand. I smile to myself, that I am able to throw him off his stud game.
Finally, he is able to recover his composure, and he takes my hand, telling me, "Nice to meet you. I am James, the guy who is going to rock your world."
"DAMN, I love and hate this guy's confidence," I think to myself, as I smile and jump up on the empty stool at their table. As I mount the stool, I ensure that my short skirt flips up just enough that the guys across from me can easily see the tops of my thigh high stockings and the straps of my black lace garter.
James introduces his two friends, Dave and Charles, then the three of them spend about 15 minutes telling my boobs all about themselves and what they are majoring in. I guess it's my own fault. I did dress with the intent of presenting them, so to speak. Of the three of them, Charles is by far the most obvious about staring at my chest. Of course, as I start thinking more about them staring at my tits, the more I am getting excited about it. Of course, my damned nipples respond in the way they always do. I actually see Charles' eyes get wide with surprise, as my nipples get VERY hard and VERY big in my tight, clingy top.
Addressing the elephant in the room, I tell them all, "If you think they look big now, just wait until you see them with my bra off." The looks on their faces are priceless. I can see that I have shocked them, and that they are all a little embarrassed, feeling like they got busted (yes, pun intended) staring at my tits. I can also see that they are intrigued that I may seriously be offering to show them my girls.
I wish I could blame my brazen slutiness on too much alcohol, but to be honest, I had been milking the same beer for quite a while. So, I am damn near stone cold sober, when I clarify, "Yes... you CAN see them... you can feel them even... if you are interested..." Deciding to go all in, I blurt out, "We can sit here all night and you can spend a lot of money buying me drinks, hoping ONE of you can take me home, or we can all just leave now and go someplace private, where ALL of you can take me home and help me fulfill a fantasy of mine..."
Obviously shocked, James asks, "Seriously??? All of us??? Right now???"