Dirty Girl

By Matt J. Schaeffer

What happens when a man marries an unrepentant, sex-crazed woman? Knowing her prodigious sexual history Johnny proposes Cheryl, an infamous town tramp. The reason. It turns him on knowing how unabashedly sexual she really is. After some initial hesitancy, she agrees, and their married life is anything but normal as they explore the boundaries of their mutual sexual fantasies. How long can this last? Or maybe they have found the El Dorado of married relationships. Time will tell.

Follow this hedonistic couple’s sexual adventures through hotwife adventures, fellatio parties, casual pickups and Cheryl’s wildly, impetuous behavior of picking up and seducing numerous strangers. Is she a slut, or just a prodigiously talented sex goddess with a husband who gets the biggest kick out of her escapades. More importantly, can he actually keep such an sexually uninhibited woman?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matt J. Schaeffer
• Release date: Aug 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005132521

Matt J. Schaeffer

Matt J. Schaeffer is a freelance writer of many years and has been published in print magazines, and newpapers and is a produced playwright. He has been writing adult fiction for several decades and has been published on adult websites.He is a dedicated hedonist. He lives in New Jersey. Due to the nature of adult writing he is using a pseudonym and likes to remain anonymous.

Book preview

Cheryl, my ex, was a dirty girl. I knew it when I married her. I knew she blew most of my friends. She had an obsession for penis...in her mouth. The thing is, I fucking love dirty girls. So, of course, I had to get to have her. I wasn't cute about it. I just went up to her and asked her if she wanted to give me a blowjob. I was waiting for a slap in the face. She ran her hand over my crouch to check me out. No problem. She was good like that.

The first time she sucked me off was while I was laying on her mother's couch. Her mom was already in bed. It blew my mind. I had been blown before, but nothing like this. I tried to pull out as I was coming, but she would have none of it. Her mouth latched on while she massaged my balls, and I blew a massive load. She swallowed it all. I remember being a bit disgusted by it, and disappointed. I wanted to see the cum flow out of her mouth, but it just disappeared.

She laughed about my reaction, and we talked while she stroked my limp tool. It didn't take long before her mouth was on it again and getting me hard. It was great. Took about fifteen minutes but I erupted again. That's when I fell in love with Cheryl Bangle. Her name should have been Cheryl Blowme.

I know, you're not supposed to fall for a slut. Just fuck them and leave and call again when you get horny, but the next day, she was all I could think about. I wondered about how many guys she sucked off and came in her mouth. The more I thought about it, the hornier I got. Sexually obsessed women turn me on. I could never figure out WHY my friends who always denigrated a hot, tramp. I mean a woman who loves to get you off, you got to take care of them. What the fuck, it's only common sense! I don't know what's wrong with most of my brothers. Too much Puritan guilt, I guess.

Good girls, I didn't care for so much. I mean I hated all the bullshit before you got down to the real deal with them. You know, you had to lie, tell them how much you cared for them. Spend a bunch of dough on movies, dinners, flowers and what not. Go home and meet the family. They had you on the marriage track in no time flat. I was thirty-two, had a great bod (I did workout), not bad looking, although a little on the short side, and a handsome enough cock. No porno dick for sure, but enough to get them off enough to want to come back. I wasn't interested in settling down.

Not until Cheryl. She wasn't the greatest looker in the world face-wise. I guess about a six-six and a half--a regular girl-next-door look. But she had a great, twenty-five year old body, trim and tight about a hundred-and ten pounds, long black hair. She was a marathon runner and had tons of nervous energy. Okay, small tits, but great ass, and shapely legs, and she just exuded a sexual vibe. She had an angel-wings tramp stamp above her ass which was very sexy. She loved bling. Always with the bracelets, necklaces, rings and what not. Now I have fucked my share of really good looking women and most are vain as hell. Think about it, guys have fallen all over them their entire lives, wanting to fuck them since they got tits. The world is all about them. Besides, truth is, women who have it all, I can't afford. So there's that.

Here's the kicker. I was so into the blowjobs, I didn't fuck her until maybe the fourth or fifth time we went out. But what mind blower. I never felt a pussy like that. I know, when you read stories like this, the characters are always the prettiest, the sex the most phenomenal, etc. But Cheryl's cunt fit so exactly right that it hit the sweet spot on my cock. Usually, I was a one and done guy. It would take fifteen minutes or so to recuperate, but my cock couldn't get enough of her. I'd fuck her two or three times without going down.

Anyway, I had just been in an accident and thought I was going to die. A car went through a stop, hit me, I hit a pole. The electric lines were dangling over me. I was so thankful I survived the crash, but then it looked like I was going to be electrocuted. So I started to think. If I survive, maybe it's time