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When I was between girlfriends, I was a slut, but there was this one day that very well may have been the single sluttiest of my life:

I met these 3 girls, all very good looking, in my Archaeology class Winter Quarter of my sophomore year in college. I was being much more forward than usual with everyone I met, because I was desperately seeking a ride to Mardi Gras, asking virtually everyone I encountered if they were going to New Orleans for the big party. I’d gone the year before, had the time of my life, and was eager to go again. The 3 girls were friends from outside of the class, and usually walked to and from class together. I’d join them on the walk, and that’s how we got acquainted. I would never have met them, nor a lot of other people, had I not been looking so hard for a ride to Mardi Gras.

After the mid-term exam, when she finished the test and walked out alone, I asked out the tall, athletic redhead. Tried to make a date, you know, pizza and beer kind of thing like normal college dates. But JoAnne was a track and field athlete on scholarship, apparently one of the top college heptathletes in the world with dreams of Olympic gold, so she didn’t drink or smoke anything, was on a strict diet, and had practice twice a day, 3 hours in the early morning, 3 hours in the afternoon, with classes in between.

Unable to reach consensus on what the date would be, she finally just told me to come over to her dorm room at 7 PM that evening, and we’d figure out what to do from there. Sounded good.

Well, when I got there, she was still in her tight-fitting, barely-there track clothes, which accentuated her lithe, muscular physique and, unlike most track and field athletes, very full breasts. Her thick red hair was like a mane halfway down her back. She looked fabulous but was obviously not dressed to go out, unless our date was to consist of hopping hurdles and chunking javelins.

First thing JoAnne said when I came in the small dorm room and sat down on her roommate’s bed was that her roomie was out for the evening but hated for people to sit on her bed. I stood up immediately and looked at both chairs, piled high with text books. Lying provocatively on her own bed in what can only be described as a pose, she patted the mattress, and told me to have a seat. I sat. Then JoAnne proceeded to tell me that she did nude modeling for the Art department, and what did I think about that?

Frankly, I was a bit taken aback and, not wanting to appear the lech that I am, pried my eyes from her bodacious body to stare at the medals and ribbons that covered the walls on her side of the room, fumbled for some appropriate answer, and then nervously joked that I should really look into taking that Art class.

Saying, “Oh, you don’t need to take the class to see me naked,” she stripped off her top and kicked off her shorts.

But for her track shoes, she was completely nude, and to say she was comfortable with that would be an understatement. Wow! If there was ever a girl one could say had a perfect body, bahis firmaları it was JoAnne. At least five feet ten inches tall, curvy but extremely lean, she had boobs the size of grapefruits and just as firm; a tight, muscular ass topping looooong, sinuous legs; and a flaming bush as red as the hair on her head.

Though I’m pretty athletic, I’m basically just a tall, skinny dude, yet she was fascinated with my physique, pulling off my clothes and asking what my percentage of body fat was. Of course, I had no idea, whereupon she whipped out some calipers from a drawer and proceeded to measure me in umpteen places, scratching down numbers on a pad, doing some computations, and announcing with glee, “Four percent. Unreal–only four fucking percent!”

I don’t think she could have been more happy had I eaten her pussy for an hour. Apparently, JoAnne had a fetish-like fixation on low body fat. Though she had nice curves, they were all muscle, as she said she was only 8% body fat. She went on to explain that women naturally have more body fat than men, but that she had half the average for females, and that at 4%, I was in even more the extreme minority for a male. Well, that was certainly an education.

Visually appearing to have very low body fat was what had attracted her to me in the first place, and now, having confirmed it with a number, she was even more turned on in a major way. Announcing, coach-like, that it was time to have sex, she snatched my under shorts off and gobbled Mr. Johnson into her warm mouth while her hands roamed all over my skinny-as-a-bean-pole body. At that point, I had been there only about ten minutes!

Over the next 3 hours we sucked, licked, and fucked in most of the sexual positions known to mankind, but, clearly in charge, she spent most of the time riding cock on top of me while using her hands to feel all the places she’d calipered me earlier. JoAnne was very strong and super aggressive, came innumerable times, and sucked me hard up to erect status again not even 10 minutes after I’d cum the first time, which must have been a personal record, then mounted and fucked the shit out of me some more.

Though I had a thoroughly pleasurable time with her from a purely sexual perspective, we had no “love connection,” and I was honestly kind of afraid of this Amazon of a woman. Removing the track shoes she’d kept on I guess for sexual traction, at exactly 10:00 PM, she announced it was her bedtime, switched off the light, and informed me it was time for me to go.

No kiss, no good-bye, JoAnne’s last words were, “Only 4% body fat! Great sex! Make sure the door’s locked on your way out,” and turned over in her bed towards the wall.

I got redressed and exited into the bright dorm room hall, dazed and questioning myself that this had actually happened. Having had the shit fucked out of me by a girl who had absolutely no interest in me but for sex, for the first time in my life, I felt used. Cheap date, though!

To relax, I fired up a bowl of Hawaiian on the short walk back kaçak iddaa to my high rise apartment building. The elevator was broken on my end of the building, so I ambled down the hall to go to the other elevator. As I did, I passed the pub, hearing music thumping and people laughing, and was reminded that it was a Friday night and still early.

I poked my head in the door and watched the bartender fill a pitcher with cold beer. That sure looked appealing. At that moment, I heard someone saying, “Mardi Gras. Mardi Gras! Hey, you, Mardi Gras, over here!”

Well, there at a table with two girls I didn’t know was Jessica–one of the other 2 girls from my Archaeology class that walked with JoAnne–summonsing me over.

Her friends departed pretty soon thereafter, leaving us alone at the table. We drank a couple of pitchers and talked and talked and talked. We were having a grand time and liked each other immensely. Then we went up to my top floor apartment, got high, and got naked. Well, Jessica was another looker, a tall brunette with a sweet face and perfect smile; long, stalky legs; and a pair of small, pretty yams with puffy nipples. We made wonderful, slow, passionate love, so different from the pretty rough, pure sex I had earlier with her friend.

Of course, I failed to mention that detail to Jessica, and if she noticed JoAnne’s leftover “flavor” on me, she didn’t say anything. Jessica gave a fabulous blow job and must have really liked my flavor, too, as she swallowed my load with obvious pleasure and continued to suck every drop of cum out, relishing it like a fine Cabernet. Sure, she was real good in bed, but the thing I liked most about Jessica was her personality; she seemed like just the right girl for me, and I was ready for a steady girlfriend.

She was always able to anticipate just what I was going to do next, shifting smoothly into position after position with ease. After a second round in which I came in her pussy doggie, we fell asleep on my bed, and I awoke having to piss badly shortly before 2AM. There was no sign of Jessica, but the bed was still warm where she had lain. Damn, this girl I liked so much had left without so much as saying goodbye!

She couldn’t have made it too far, so I raced up one level to the roof to scan the area 360 degrees from the top of my building–tallest on that side of campus–thinking I would catch her walking away.

I realized I was standing at that moment right over the apartment of Heimie, the hated German landlord who unfortunately lived only two apartments down the hall from mine and despised 1. my musical tastes, 2. the volume I played it at, 3. my interior decorating (late Milk Crate period), 4. all female guests, 5. all male guests, 6. the pungent herbal smoke that wafted from my windows, 7. me, 8. my roommate, 9. every other tenant in his building, and 10. human beings in general.

A distinctive exhaust duct identified the vent-a-hoods over the range in the kitchen of each apartment below. Hmmmm. Having to piss like a mutha, still inebriated, kaçak bahis and half asleep, I whipped out Mr. Johnson and emptied my bladder into Heimie’s duct—no easy maneuver since it was curved down to keep out rain–laughing out loud how infuriated he would be next time he switched on the kitchen exhaust fan. Wienersnitzel and kraut with a urine marinade!

But there was no time for further hijinx, as I spotted a girl below, who I could not positively identify in the dark at that distance, that looked like it could be Jessica. So, I ran down 16 flights and tore around the side of the building after her, I’m sure breaking the modern Stairs Descent ” I must have misunderstood it in the noise of the bar. Success! Though I really wanted Jessica , with the hottie Paula lying naked in my bed the next morning, I would have been remiss to not awaken her by way of ye ol’ dick-in-the-pussy alarm. So I did, culminating in yet another ear-splitting orgasm.

As soon as Paula left, I phoned Jessica and made a date. Turns out she resided three floors below me in my building! That’s why, though the bed was still warm, I couldn’t see anyone leaving from the roof. She said she tried to awake me to say good-bye, but I was out like a lamp, and, without a tampon, she had to go right away because her period was starting. She almost immediately became my steady girlfriend, one of three true loves of my life, and we stayed together for several years.

JoAnne, the redhead; Jessica, the brunette; and Paula, the blonde. Three beautiful women I had sex with over a mere 15-hour period. Amazing. Even more amazing was that none of them ever told any of others. Why not? Because it was clear to all that Jessica and I were in love. JoAnne and Paula had the good judgement to know that some things are better left unsaid.

Shortly after Paula left, at about 10:30 AM, I heard ear-splitting screaming and hollering down the hall. It was the landlord Heimie cursing loudly in German. At first I wondered what all the commotion was about, then I remembered my little stunt. Apparently, he had switched on his vent-a-hood, which of course had aerated a fine mist of my urine into his kitchen and likely into his face and onto his breakfast.

I phoned his number to complain about the noise, parroting verbatim the excessive-noise clause in the lease I’d memorized because he had so often quoted it to me. Utterly berserk, he was not amused and slammed the phone down.

I heard neighbors coming out of their apartments into the hall, so I slipped on a robe and joined them. There was consensus that Heimie was a loathsome man, but everyone wanted to know what was wrong with him now. Well, of course, I knew that he was pissed off because he’d been pissed on.

But, like JoAnne and Paula, I also had the good judgement to know that some things are better left unsaid.

Morals of the story: Meet as many people as you can; the more you know, the more sex you’ll have, and the more likely you’ll find a true love. Take a serious look at reducing your body fat; it may have benefits other than health. Master the hypocampal submilacious cross-fusion technique, i.e., the fine art of bullshit. And have the good judgement to know when some things are better left unsaid.

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“Fuck me with that big cock, I’m such a slut.” she said with her lips parted just slightly. When she caught that look in the mirror, she burst into laughter and thusly spitting minty foam onto her reflection. She rolled her eyes and continued to brush her teeth. She spit the gob of peppermint foam into the basin and once again raised her face to the mirror and tried again. This time, with her head turned and tilted just slightly.

“Let me suck that big, fat…jeezus, I can’t do this.” she wiped her mouth with the washcloth hanging from the ring and stood before herself in the mirror; her hair wrapped in a towel turban.

Dr. Sloan Elliott, DDS, would be going on her first date since her divorce. She called it a date but it was, in her eyes, a hook up…a booty call, or whatever young women ten years younger than her would be calling a meeting with someone she met on a dating app with the intent of having sex.

She opened her robe a little and surveyed as the lime green terrycloth made a V across her chest that would probably look better than the slutty basic black she had picked out for the illegal bahis night. She opened it further, exposing her breasts and cupping her hands over each, she tried again to look sexy for herself. “Would you like to have sex?” she thought she sounded like a robot.

“Have the sex?” she winced.

“Wanna fuck?” Though this last one sounded most like her.

She scoffed at the silliness of her own actions and looked at the last text message she received from him during their forward conversation that negotiated the evening’s expectations.

“Oh, and I like my partners to talk dirty.” he added a little winking devil emoji next to it. Her most clever response was, “Oh yeah, baby…I can do that.”

She most certainly could not do that. At least not on command. It made her feel so uncomfortable. Even when she was married, she never really felt she could let herself go verbally. Pregnant at almost seventeen, married right out of high-school, she had put her mind to “turning her life around” and focused her energy on being a good mom, a good student…and if energy reserves permitted, a good wife. illegal bahis siteleri They were young, impatient and both career focused and the marriage turned into a legal cohabitation. Eventually, they separated not long after she completed dental school. They divorced three days before her 30th birthday.

She pulled the towel from her head and revealed a wet, thatched roof of red hair that she hoped to smooth before getting dressed. She let the robe fall from her shoulder and turned her back to the mirror and looked back over the exposed shoulder and gave a wink. “There, that’s not bad.” she thought she looked flirty and cute. And then with a flourish, she pulled the robe back exposing her bum. She thrust her hip to the side and swung to smack her own ass (as she’d seen sexier women do in movies ) but her hand hit the counter top with a loud thud. The shock hurt more than actual pain but it inspired a cloud of genuine obscenities that could be heard throughout the home.

“Mom, are you ok?” Clio called from the other room, her voice muffled by the thin walls of the rented suburban home. canlı bahis siteleri Sloan heard her open the door to her bedroom and then knock at the master bathroom door. “Did you fall and die?”

“No honey.” Sloan held her hand in her mouth and she caught the comic sight of her writhing painfully with her robe falling off. “I just, uh…smacked my hand on the counter.” She wrapped up quickly and opened the door. “I’m almost ready.”

“You look ready for bed. Are you SURE you want to do this…you got ready for Grandpa’s funeral faster than this.” Sloan looked at Clio standing cross armed with an extra coat of sass across her face.

“Gimme ten minutes, Clio. Then to Rachel’s.”

“Can we stop by Starbucks…I have my own money?”

“Yes…lots of sugar and caffeine before you go to your friends…get Mrs. Jenkins back for that crack about how you dress.” Clio’s mother winked at her. “Now leave me alone so I can finish.” Clio exited quickly.

Dr. Sloan Elliott turned again to look at herself in the mirror and opened her robe surveying herself once more. “Well, one thing is, I didn’t shave my twat before grandpa’s funeral, Clio.” she said to herself as she put her foot up on the counter top to survey the tiny scratch on her labia majora left by the razor and she let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, maybe he’ll keep the lights off.”

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My husband had just phoned from work to say that he would not be home until around 10pm. I told him I would try and wait up for him but if I was asleep, to please wake me

up. I told him I had wicked plans for him tonight no matter what time he got home. He laughed and said, “Thanks for giving me something to keep my mind off of my work!!”

“My pleasure!” I purred.

Knowing that I had some time to spare I decided to pamper myself in preparation for our steamy night ahead. I ran myself a hot bath with some musk scented oil and lit some candles. I turned on some soft music and slipped into the tub. The warm water felt wonderful on my skin and the bubbles tickled in all of the right places.

I lay there for a few minutes, just relaxing and then I began to lightly wash myself with a soft sea sponge. I poured some scented body wash on it and went to work. I ran it softly down my arms and down each hand. Then, I went across my neck and shoulders and down my upper chest. By now I was getting aroused and began to move the sponge lightly over my breasts, first the left, then the right, barely touching them. The feeling was exquisite. My nipples were hard and aching to be touched. I put down the sponge and gave them the attention they so desperately needed.

I massaged them with my hands and squeezed my nipples hard between my fingers. I kept this up until I was so hot I had to cum. I took the sponge and ran it down my stomach, then down my thighs and back up again. Slowly, I began to rub the sponge between my legs while my other hand pulled and twisted my nipples. I started soft at first and as my desire to cum grew my rubbing got more intense, almost frantic. The closer I got to my orgasm, the more my hips bucked up to meet the sponge. Harder and harder I rubbed the sponge against illegal bahis my pussy, splashing water out of the bathtub. And then it hit me, my body tensed and an intense glowing enveloped me from head to toe. I melted back into the bathwater, which had grown almost cold by now. I gathered my strength and let the water out as I gingerly stepped onto the soft floor mat.

I quickly dried myself off and applied lotion all over. I took my husband’s favorite perfume and dabbed it in all of his favorite spots. I strolled into the bedroom and put on his favorite teddy. It was black and made of Chantilly lace, (whatever that is). It had thin silk straps and a low cut bodice that reached down to just above my nipples. It had three little snaps in the crotch and it fit tightly against my body.

I went around the room and lit some candles to set the mood. I wanted everything to be perfect. I opened the wine that had been chilling by the bed and poured myself a glass. The cool, fruity liquid felt wonderful as I drank it slowly. I decided to play a little trick on my husband. It was almost ten o’clock and he would be home any minute. I didn’t have much time. I put my now empty glass on the nightstand and lay down on my back on our still made bed. I wanted to see what he would do when he came home and found me, supposedly asleep, on the bed in his favorite teddy. I couldn’t wait.

Finally, after about 15 minutes, I heard his key in the door. Just the sound gave me the shivers. I heard him putting his things away and quietly enter the bedroom. He must have stood there just looking around for a minute because it was totally silent. He then came over to the bed and gently sat down next to me. He brushed the hair from my face and ran his finger along my bottom lip. I almost lost it. He softly called illegal bahis siteleri my name and when I didn’t respond he slowly got up. I could hear him undressing and anxiously wondered what he would do next.

He lay down on the bed next to me and ran his fingers lightly up and down my arm. I could feel my nipples harden against the tight lace of my teddy. He must have noticed too because his breathing became a little faster. All of a sudden his finger was softly touching my left nipple through the lace. Then he went to the other one. I could feel my juices begin to flow. Assuming that I was still sound asleep he bent down and with the tip of his tongue flicked my rock hard nipples. He did this a few times and then he started suckling them in his hot mouth right though the lace. God! Did he have any idea how incredible that felt?

After several minutes he slowly pulled the teddy down exposing my ripe buds as they waited to feel his wet tongue. I was not disappointed. He lapped at them as if it were his first taste of titty. I think it turned him on to think that I was totally passed out while he lovingly worshiped my body. Next, he moved down and gently pushed my right leg aside. He took his finger and lightly traced the outline of my pussy. He then bent down and blew hot air on my clit through the lace. I almost came right then. I moved my hips just a little bit.

He got bolder by putting his finger under the teddy and slowly pulled the lace up between the hot lips of my pussy. He kept pulling until the material was tight against my hole and clit. Shit, I didn’t know how much longer I could stay still! He kept the pressure up as he lowered his head to my waiting pussy lips. With his tongue flat he licked at my cunt like a starving kitten. He nibbled at my clit through the canlı bahis siteleri lace and slipped a finger underneath and into my hot little hole. In and out his finger went, driving me mad. I just couldn’t take anymore. So, I opened my eyes and watched him for a moment.

Then I jumped up, scaring the hell out of him, and pushed him back on the bed. I hurriedly knelt down between his legs and took his beautiful, engorged cock into my hot mouth. Moaning his approval he tangled his fingers in my jet-black hair. I ran my tongue along the length of his prick, up and down. Then I circled the head and sucked on it like a lollipop. The taste of him has always driven me insane with desire. I squeezed his balls and teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, making him buck like a wild bronco. He kept telling how good it felt and how wonderful I was.

Just as he was on the verge of cumming I stopped. I told him to reach between my legs and unsnap the teddy. But instead of using his hands he used his teeth! He caught a few licks while he was at it. I didn’t mind at all. Then he told me to get on my hands and knees because he was going to give me the fuck of my life. After all that foreplay he better! He slowly pumped the tip of his big cock into my hot and eager cunt. Teasing me by going really slow and then he rammed all eight hard inches into me. I loved that.

After about five minutes I was begging him to make me cum, to fuck me hard. He happily obliged and began banging away. My ass slapped against him and he swatted me a few times, which sent me over the edge. I screamed that I was cumming and he picked up the pace even more ramming his cock into my pussy. I could feel my pussy juices running down my legs. His body tensed and convulsed and I felt his cock go wild inside me. He came for what seemed like forever and we both collapsed onto the bed. After we caught our breath he leaned over, kissed me and said, “I thought you were asleep.” I just laughed and snuggled up against him and went to sleep, for real this time.

The End

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A bit of background about myself – my name is Charles and I’m nineteen. I am reasonably good-looking, quite intelligent, personable and friendly. I’m not the most popular guy in town but neither am I without friends. I guess you could call me an average sort of guy.

With one small exception. No, I’m not talking about my cock. I’m talking about my general stature. I am what might be called on the short and slender side of average. Well over on the short and slender side, I guess. I would have to admit that I’m probably the shortest man in the school, and I’m not excluding the grades lower than mine. I was born a shrimp and have remained a shrimp.

Not, I might point out, that it annoys me or gets me down. I am what I am and that’s all there is to it. I’m quite good at sports, being very agile but, as you may have heard, a good big man will beat a good small man, so I’m not actually on any of the teams. Good thing, too. I tried out for football and nearly gave the coach a heart attack when I got cleaned up in the first five minutes. And that was just a friendly try-out. Imagine being ploughed under by some oaf three times my size in a real match.

Still, like I said, I’m personable and friendly, and that goes a long way, especially when chatting up women. I have had my successes there. I’ve had my failures, too, but don’t we all? Sex-wise, I get my share, or even a little more than my share, because the bigger guys are out training. Oddly enough, my small stature doesn’t seem to have affected the size of my cock. It’s actually slightly on the plus side of average (only slightly, but a plus is a plus) but in comparison to my slight stature it gives the illusion of being a lot bigger than it is, which seems to please the ladies.

I have, over the years, taken a bit of teasing, some nice and some nasty, regarding my size or lack there-of. The nice I react to by stirring up the teaser. The nasty I tend to ignore, just avoiding that person where practicable. Still, it does sting at times, especially when the taunting is uncalled for.

Now I’ve told you that about myself to give you an idea of where I’m coming from when I tell you about this little incident. It was a Saturday afternoon and I’d gone for a hike in the woods near our town. After hiking for an hour or so I was feeling rather warm, it being a hot day, and I thought I’d swing past this nice secluded pool I knew of and do a little bit of paddling. Just get my feet wet and let the water cool me a little. That was all I intended, I swear.

Now, unless you knew where this pool was it was highly unlikely that you’d find it by chance. My father had shown me how to get to it one day, suggesting I keep silent about it as it was also a good fishing spot. So I had. As far as I was concerned it was my own private spot. Accordingly, I was a little surprised to find that there was someone already in the pool.

I noticed a couple of interesting facts immediately. The person floating on their back in my private pool was female and she was skinny dipping. The angle she was on, I couldn’t quite see her face, probably because I was too distracted by the things that I could see. I gave a low whistle to let my new friend know she had company.

There was some very energetic thrashing about and splashing as the young lady came to her feet and turned to see where the whistling was coming from. With her current lack of attire, she might have been better off submerging, because when she stood up the water only came to her knees, leaving a lot of interesting scenery on display.

Also on display was the red face of Cheryl, a cheerleader that I know. Unfortunately, when I say know I don’t mean that in the biblical sense. I’d made the mistake once of asking Cheryl out, only to be told she doesn’t date children. A bit rich as she knew damn well I was older than her. Only a couple of months older, but still.

Remember my comment about nasty teasing? That was Cheryl, where I was concerned. She tends to make pointed comments on my lack of height, talking about when I grow up, nick-names me Tiny Tim as Charles is too big a name for me, always has a dig ready.

So I was in the odd state of being disconcerted to find my bete noir skinny dipping and delighted to have her at such a disadvantage. I started undoing my shirt, smirking at her, letting her see I was looking her over.

“Get the hell out of here, you disgusting little pervert,” she shrieked at me.

“Hi, Cheryl,” I replied. “Great minds think alike. I was just thinking what a good idea it would be to have illegal bahis a cooling swim and here you are with the same idea.”

“What!? Don’t you dare get undressed. You just get the hell away from here. How dare you follow me up here?”

“Don’t be stupid, sweetheart,” I said, laughing at her. (Much to her fury.) “If I’d followed you up here I’d have made my appearance while you were still on shore. That way I wouldn’t have to chase you around the pool.”

I could see sudden comprehension hit her. She was naked and alone with a man who she had frequently offended. Not only that, I was busy stripping while looking her over as I did so.

“You wouldn’t dare touch me,” she gasped.

“You wouldn’t dare tell anyone that ‘Tiny Tim’ molested you,” I taunted. “You’d never live it down.”

Her eyes went wide as I dropped my trousers.

“Fuck you,” she seethed. “I’m leaving.”

She came charging out of the water, heading for her clothes, which meant she had to pass me. I caught her arm as she tried to pass me, pulling her up against me. She was actually slightly taller than me and I think my slightness fooled her as to my strength. I am a lot stronger than I look.

Her eyes opened wide when I pulled her against me and she could feel my erection pressing against her bare tummy.

“So what do you think of Tiny Tim’s Wee Willy?” I asked.

She said something rude and tried to hit me. Only tried. I caught her arm quite easily, overcoming her increasingly desperate struggles with an insulting ease. She was looking frantic and hunted when she finally stopped wriggling about.

“You rape me and my brother will kill you,” she stated, although she sounded dreadfully unsure of herself.

“Rape you? How crass,” I said softly. “You have a high opinion of your fleshy delights, don’t you?”

Not bad. She looked both relieved and annoyed. Sort of, how dare I not want to rape her?

“Well,” she finally decided to ask, “why are you holding me?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask me that. If you cast your mind back I’m sure you’ll think of numerous occasions where you have been gratuitously rude to me. I’ve always had to just smile and take it. Now, however, you’re in a position to take a little of what you so freely dish out. I’m unlikely to get another chance to be alone with you and your delectable body in such an interesting lack of clothing, so I thought I’d take advantage of it to punish you for past misbehaviour and probably future rudeness. I’m going to spank you.”

“What?” She sounded as though she didn’t believe what she’d just heard.

“Spank you, I said. You know, where I put you across my knee and paddle your pretty little bottom with my little hand. Aren’t you lucky that I’m such a small man? I don’t have really large hands so that should make it easier for you.”

“Do you really think I’m going to bend over your knee and let you spank me?” she asked, clearly incredulous that I would consider that she’d do that for even one moment.

I laughed.

“Do you seriously think you can stop me putting you across my knee and spanking your bottom?” I returned. “Let’s see which of us is correct.”

I sank down onto the ground, pulling Cheryl with me. I wound up sitting with her across my knee, wriggling hard and trying to pull away. Her wriggling stopped abruptly when I pointed out that she was rubbing herself against Wee Willy. She froze at that point, horribly aware of what was rubbing against her side.

Typical female, she couldn’t stop herself from commenting.

“Why do you call it that ridiculous name?” she demanded.

“I don’t,” I told her. “It’s just that with you calling me Tiny Tim I was sure you’d want an appropriate belittling name for it, hence Wee Willy. Don’t you think the name is apt?”

The silence seemed to indicate that she didn’t appreciate my sense of humour. Ah, well, not everyone is a born comedian.

“All right, to work,” I said cheerfully. “Do try to keep the screaming to a minimum.”

With that I brought my hand down firmly upon her bottom.

“That one was for the Tiny Tim tag,” I said happily. “The rest will just be for general rudeness.”

She was protesting and wailing before my hand came down the second time, but quietly. I don’t think she wanted to make any real noise in case someone heard and investigated.

With the second spank I left my hand sitting on her bottom while I reached for and fondled a breast.

“You have very nice breasts,” I murmured. “It feels delightful.”

Cheryl was swearing softly and illegal bahis siteleri trying to rear up and away from my hand but the hand on her bottom held her in place.

“Look at it this way, Cheryl. While I’m playing with your breast, I’m not spanking. Which do you prefer?”

“Neither, you pervert,” she hissed. “Let me up.”

“No.” A short and sweet reply, backed up by another spank.

“You’re right,” I observed. “Better to get the spanking over with. We can always discuss my playing with your breasts afterwards.”

I returned to giving her a decent spanking. That was all I intended. The fact that she was kicking her legs up and down and exposing her love mound was completely irrelevant to my course of action. In an ideal world, anyway. In this one I couldn’t resist laying a sharp spank along her pussy.

That got me a reaction. Her generic swearing and complaining stopped short. She was plainly shocked at what I’d just done.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” I said glibly, before she could launch into the furious protest she was about to make. At least, I assumed she was about to make one from the deep breath she took.

The spanking continued for a few moments in silence until my hand slipped again. She got in first this time.

“Don’t do that,” she gasped.

“What, this?” I asked, slapping her pussy again.

“Yes, that,” she snapped.

“But it’s fun. You react so nicely when I do it. Watch.”

I started delivering a series of short stinging slaps to her pussy, while she squirmed and protested and her breathing got heavier and her pussy swelled and her lips parted. I could observe the latter because she didn’t do anything about bringing her legs together to frustrate my misadventures.

I continued delivering those sharp little slaps while my free hand captured her breast again, squeezing it in time to the slaps. Oddly enough she didn’t comment on that.

I called a halt to the spanking, my hand resting on her pussy, cupping and squeezing it slightly. I caught one of her hands and brought it down to where my erection was pressing against her side, pressing her hand against my cock. It promptly closed over me.

I eased her off my lap so she was crouching on the ground, bottom up, one hand holding my cock while my hand was still covering her pussy.

“How do you want me to take you,” I asked. “Just come in hard and fast?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Hard, now.”

She reluctantly let go of my erection as I moved into position behind her. I lined up and did as she requested, tasking her hard and fast, my cock sliding in deep with one firm thrust.

She gave a groan of relief, which I very much echoed inside. I just held myself in her for a moment.

The moment up, I started to move, pulling back and returning in a very smart fashion. Cheryl’s bottom bounced up as she pushed back to meet me. After a few strokes her cognitive abilities caught up with what was going on.

“Wait,” she gasped, and I drove in hard and held myself still, fully inside her.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she gasped again. “You said you weren’t going to rape me.”

“What do you mean, rape?” I protested. “You asked me to. Hard, you said. Now, you said. Are you changing your mind?”

To remind her of what we were doing I pulled slowly back and returned with a long slow thrust, hands rubbing her breasts as I drove firmly forward. I didn’t wait for her to answer. I pulled back, returning with greater speed, finding her bottom lifting as she took me as deep as possible.

After a couple more thrusts it was becoming increasing obvious that she wasn’t going to answer my question. As she wasn’t protesting I kept going, picking up the pace and setting up a nice rhythmic motion.

It was plain to me that Cheryl was enjoying what was happening and taking an active part, but still, she had used the word rape. I pulled out of her, rolling her over onto her back. Then I positioned myself above her, cock just barely touching her pussy, looking down at her.

“What are you doing?” she half screamed at me.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked.

“Damn you, you can’t stop now,” she yelled.

That seemed to be approval so I drove forward, driving fully into her. Now it was my turn for my bottom to be bouncing up and down as I took her, driving in repeatedly, feeling her surging under me as she responded.

So once again fun was being had by both parties, but in the back of my mind there was still the knowledge that I was annoyed with Cheryl’s general behaviour. I don’t think canlı bahis siteleri I deliberately decided to do what I did. It sort of just happened.

I was driving along nicely, quite happy to keep going the way I was for a while, with Cheryl pushing urgently up against me as I drove down into her. We were both breathing hard and I didn’t think it would be too long before we climaxed.

It took quite a bit of will-power but I rolled off her and lay in the grass next to her.

She started babbling about what the hell was I playing at and I sighed.

“I don’t know,” I said. “How can I be sure that you won’t think I’m taking unfair advantage of you? Raping you, even.”

“Bastard,” she hissed at me. “Bastard, bastard, bastard.”

At the same time she rolled over onto me, straddling me and sinking down onto me in one fluent motion. With that she started riding me.

I must say that the girl could ride. She must have had practice to be that good. She slid up and down my pole with only a minimum requirement from me, just enough movement to help her along. The advantage of this, I found, was that I was lasting longer. I’d been about ready to blow my cork when I rolled off her and had actually expected to climax upon driving back into her. I certainly hadn’t expected her to jump me the way she did. Was I complaining? Not in this lifetime.

She established a pattern that she apparently found acceptable, even if it was one that had me sweating and wanting to scream. It took a lot of intestinal fortitude to refrain from screaming, rolling her under me, and letting her have everything I had as fast as I could.

It was worth it though. She writhed around on top of me, slowly driving me wild, while her own passions and excitement built. My hands were pressed up against her breasts, massaging them while she bounced upon me, enjoying the total feel of her.

It was the sort of situation you don’t want to finish, although you know you’ll die if it doesn’t finish pretty damn fast. Then her face was flushing and she was bucking harder and I could tell she was damn near ready to climax.

I took that as my cue. I rolled over, taking her with me, and then under me, driving into her hard and fast. It was just that I like to be in full control at the end. So sue me if you don’t agree. It only took a few more thrusts and I was letting fly and she was rising to accept my offering, giving a soft wail, her passage closing tightly around me, demanding every drop I had in me.

We stayed like that for a few moments, both of us shaking from the effort of our respective relief, then she sagged down onto the grass, completely spent, and I collapsed on top of her.

After a few moments Cheryl pushed at me and I rolled off her. She propped herself up on one elbow and gave me the evil eye.

“You, you,” she spluttered, nor seeming to know how to continue.

“Were wonderful? Were marvellous? Were adequate to the task?” I asked. “Don’t say adequate,” I added. “It would just be so dispiriting and I’d get all upset.”

“You took advantage of me!” she snapped.

“Well, maybe, but you also took advantage of me,” I pointed out.

“I did not. I was scared. You beat me until I had to do what you said.”

I gave her a look at that statement and she blushed.

“Oh, please,” I entreated, “tell me how to scare you again. Ah, better not. It would probably be the death of me.”

“You deliberately set out to seduce me, no matter what I wanted.”

“Ah, no. I set out to spank you and I was fairly sure you didn’t want me to. Everything else was serendipity.”

“You had no right to spank me,” she pointed out, apparently feeling on safer ground discussing that.

“A matter of opinion. I think I had some justification. Didn’t you enjoy the spanking? I know I did.”

“No, I didn’t. If you ever try anything like that again I’ll, I’ll. . .”

Her voice trailed off. Apparently she couldn’t think of anything horrible enough to do to me.

I laughed and rose to my feet. Bending down I grabbed her hand and helped her to stand.

“I’ll tell you what. If I ever feel the urge to spank you again I’ll go straight to the pussy paddling stage. We’ll see how that goes. I’m hot and sticky and the water looks good. You might as well join me in the pool.”

I turned and walked into the water, towing her behind me. She came readily enough, just lagging behind sufficiently to let me know it was under protest. I wondered how much persuasion would be needed when I wanted a second course. Not much, I decided, but definitely some. She would want to make sure that I knew she was resisting my charms and was capitulating under protest. That was OK, as I was pretty sure that as long as she knew that I knew she wasn’t willing she’d yield quite nicely.

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Six weeks you have been away. That’s six long weeks since I smelled your scent, felt your embrace, or ran my hands through that thick salt and pepper hair. I think about you all of the time. About when you’ll be home and how I’ll greet you…About the ways in which I intend to demonstrate the full extent of how much I’ve missed you.

I love the late-night phone conversations we have at the end of our long hour days. They make the distance seem a bit more endurable. I love that through them, I can still feel close to you, even when you’re aren’t here.

You make me so wet when you tell me to lay on your side of the bed to pleasure myself. Doing so gives me a sense of warmth and I feel at home. When you tell me to show you my pussy, an electric current runs from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, sparking all of my erogenous zones on the way down. You get me so excited when you tell me how much of a good girl I am for keeping it nice for you, even when you are away. I know how you like it, trimmed but not completely bare. Just enough to tickle your nose when you make love to my flower with your tongue.

Do you miss my pussy my love? So much do I miss your cock. I frequently reminisce about the last time we made love. We were preparing dinner. It was only after illegal bahis a few glasses of red wine that I noticed that look in your eye. That look of intensity, hunger, need. That look that a predator gets when he is about to devour his prey. You were standing behind me and unzipped the dress that I had worn to work that day. It dropped to the floor as you wrapped your arms around my waist. You nuzzled my sensitive neck through my long brown hair. I felt so safe, so warm. I knew that it was the delicate calm before the delicious storm.

You spun me around and slipped your tongue into my mouth, biting gently on my lip. You slid your hand into my hair and pulled my head back so that you could return your attention to my neck. I loved the sensation of your beard against my skin. You grabbed my ass to pick me up and set me on the counter. I could feel your growing excitement in between my spread legs. You reached round to unclasp my bra so that my breasts were exposed to you. You rolled my erect nipples between your thumb and forefinger before slipping them into your mouth. You nibbled and sucked on them hard until I was dripping from my slit. You slipped your hand into my underwear and easily slid your finger into my tight pussy. You pulled it out and held it in front illegal bahis siteleri of my lips. I happily obliged and sucked it clean. You asked me if I liked the taste of my own pussy. You know I love it when you talk to me like that.

Your cock was throbbing in your dress slacks. You unzipped them and released it from your underwear. It was so big and hard daddy. You grabbed your shaft and began to rub your head against my underwear. I was so wet for you. You growled that you were going to bury your cock into my tight little pussy and fuck me like the whore that I was. I told you that we needed to finish preparing dinner but you weren’t having it. You pulled me off the counter and bent me over. The cold tile made my nipples even harder. You held your hand to the back of my neck and told me not to move. You ripped my thong off and dipped the tip of your penis into my wetness. I moaned and pushed back, so you spanked me hard like the dirty little slut I am. I was so hungry for your cock daddy.

You grabbed my hips and buried yourself deep into me in one swift thrust. You fucked me until my knees were giving way beneath me. I was so close to cumming when you told me to turn around and get on my knees. I knew you were close and I was getting excited for your cum. canlı bahis siteleri You rubbed your cock that had just been in my pussy over my lips and cheeks. You lined it up to my mouth and told me to open. I did as I was told and within seconds you were hitting the back of my throat. I love it when you face fuck me. You grabbed the back of my head and finally gave me permission to please myself. I reached down and finger fucked my cunt while you skull fucked me with your delicious cock. Without breaking eye contact, I reached up to fondle your balls with my free hand just the way you like. Through your teeth, you asked if I wanted daddy to fill my mouth with his cum. I hungrily sucked your manhood harder until you gave me what I wanted. I swallowed every last drop of your seed as you told me what a good girl I was. You picked me up off of my knees, sat me back on the counter, and licked my cunt until I had one of the best orgasms of my life. I thanked you, daddy, and we finished preparing dinner.

So now I sit at my desk thinking about that night. I can’t help but squirm in my seat hoping that no one will notice…hoping that no one will smell my sweet juices or detect how hard my nipples are. Oh, what you do to me even when you aren’t here.

I crave that intoxicating feeling that stirs within me when you use my body for your pleasure. Nothing makes me happier than being your slut. Use me, my love. Own me. I am yours, body and soul. I’m counting down the days until you get home. I hope that you are ready, daddy.

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