Friday, December 25, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
To help me celebrate my recent birthday, a group of friends dragged me out to a local bar… though it wasn’t much of a drag given that the bar is just two blocks from my home. It was a good time… lots of friends, lots of drinks, plenty of flirting. AND… all my drinks were free, courtesy of Christine, the alt/indie bartender with whom I made it a habit of flirting.
I’m partial to a somewhat complicated cocktail and Christine never cuts any corners... and that means plenty of time to chat. She’s super cute, maybe all of 5”2… jet black (clearly dyed), short, spikey hair… a series of retro/vintage tats across her chest and arms… smallish breasts… and an amazing, round little ass I notice every time she bends over behind the bar.
So, my flirtation with Christine has grown over the months since I started frequenting bar. I spent a week or two just observing her… then started chatting her up, emboldened by the fact I was convinced she was a lesbian, given the way she lit up when the cute ladies chatted her up.
When she learned that I was a director, Christine began teasing me… insisting that I worked in porn. And I played along, telling her that I was actually there on business, scouting for new “talent”. She’d always point out the cute girls and was actually quite the wingman, often hooking me up with the girls she wasn’t able to seduce.
But on my birthday, a Friday night, things were too hectic for anything more than a quick flirt… a couple winks across the bar and a mysteriously disappearing bar tab.
And with all the free drinks flying my way, I was quickly DRUNK… beyond my comfort level. So, I stepped out and went for a walk around 1:15 to sober up a bit… last thing I wanted was to get sick.
Having begged off with my friends, I headed home and went straight for the water and Advil. Then my cell beeped… it was my friend Brandon, except the message wasn’t from him…
“think u can jst skip out on yr tab, eh? Xtine”
I thought... I hoped… she was teasing, so I quickly called up the bar and got her on the phone, explaining that I’d be more than happy to work off the tab with sexual favors.
“Yes, I’m sure you are… but what’s in it for ME,” was her quick, witty retort.
“I just thought you’d want to help me out with my snuff… er…. photography fetish… you know, on my birthday,” I explained/pleaded.
“Alright, well…. I’ll meet you in the middle. Gimmie your address and I’ll come over and be your personal bartender…. One night only… got me?”
I did! Confused, a bit… unsure if this was a come on or just a friendly act. Either way, I rushed to throw all my dirty laundry in a closet and sweep up all the dishes under the sink…. Just in case.
When Christine arrived about half hour later, I had downed enough red bull to be experiencing my third wind. And she was bearing all the ingredients for my drink.
“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to chat you up tonight, but as you saw, it was a madhouse,” she offered as she set up shop in my kitchen.
She stared at me for a hot second and then taunted, “Go… make yourself useful… music…now!” she commanded, adding as I began to sifted through my CD collection, “and, for the love of god, please don’t assume I’m one of those Indigo Girls listenin’ lesbians!”
She must have sensed my intrigued grin from the other room, because she quickly followed it up with,
“But keep your panties on…. my GIRLfriend and I have a strict ‘look, but don’t touch’ policy”
Yeah, she was on to me. Still, the flirtation was fun… certainly more fun than I had had shooting the shit with a bunch of guys earlier.
I threw on something safe… the Clash. Who could object?
Ok, so admittedly it took me a good two minutes for my witty retort, but none the less I came back with,
“Hmmm… well, that’ll play nicely into my photography feti…” is what I started to say as she walked into the room, a drink in each hand… and pantsless.
She smiled at my stunned silence, walked over to me, placed my drink on the coffee table in front of me and then made herself comfortable in my club chair.. crossing her legs for effect.
Mmmm… her skin was alabaster, and while she was short of stature, she was all legs. Her ratty t-short rested on her hips and I could just barely make out a lil triangle of her bright red panties.
Christine waited… I was unsure what to do… awkward silence…
She smiled… sipped at her drink… waited. And then, before she could open her mouth and taunt me some more, I bolted to bookcase, and grabbed my camera. I wasn’t about to ask if she was kidding.
I started snapping pics. First, of her face… then her feet…
“So, mister director man…. What’s your game plan… what’s our theme?” she purred.
“Well, your girlfriend said ‘look, but don’t touch’ right? Well, I’m hoping that doesn’t apply to touching yourself!”
Obviously intrigued, she slowly uncrossed her legs as I snapped up picture after picture of her hips. Christine tossed back the rest of her drink, grinned broadly and then began to slide her hand under the waistband of her lil French cut panties. But I grabbed her wrist... stopping her…
“No, I’m the director here… and I’ll tell you when… now, be a good model and rub yourself through your panties first.”
She was a bit surprised at first, but also excited…. Biting her lip and rubbing herself in tiny circles right through her panties, pull them tight so I could see and shoot the outline of her swelling lips.
Now, I’ve had fun taking sexy pics with girlfriends before, but never with someone I had never slept with. And the fact that I couldn’t touch her made my heart pound all that much more.
I instructed her, “Rub up and down the length of your pussy… get those panties nice and wet!”
She did as told, throwing one leg over the arm of the chair, tilting her had back and closing her eyes. Tiny little moans emanated from deep inside her as her hips began to roll.
“No, no, no… you can’t cum yet… we’re just getting started,” I explained, pulling her hand away and taking several close ups of her damp panties. She looked disappointed, but obeyed.
“Now, slowly… VERY slowly, hook your finger under the leg hole of your panties and pull them to the side,” I directed.
And as she did, her eyes trained on my the whole time as she exposed her shaved lil slit, I took a series of pics of her juices arcing between her naked lips and the damp, cottony gusset of her panties.
I backed up slightly, kneeling between her legs nd resting my hand on her thigh. I simply told her, “Ok, do what you do,” and pointed the camera back between her legs.
Christine didn’t waste any time, rubbing her pussy for me and my camera. She acted like I wasn’t here… eyes closed, loud moans, fingers alternating between flicking her clit back and forth and sliding in and out of her tiny, but oh-so-wet little pussy.
And I took dozens of pics, my head spinning with drink, her moans, the sticky wet noises coming from between her legs and the smell of her pussy. I loved that she was letting me shoot her, but I wanted to get off… badly!
It didn’t get any easier as her free hand slid up under her tee and began folding her breasts until I could see her pert nipples sticking up.
“Take it off!” I casually suggested. She opened her eyes for the first time, sat up and slowly peeled her shirt off, exposing her perfect small, but pert b cups… nipples rock hard… both with little bars through them.
The sight was too much. Christine could see how hard I was through my jeans and enjoyed teasing me. She pulled a hand out of her pussy and rubbed the sticky cum onto her nipple before licking it clean, then traced her finger just under the bulge in my pants…
“mmm… you’re gonna use these pics… like the second I leave, aren’t you?” she taunted, then stuck her fingers back in her mouth.
I took a few pics of her hard, wet nipples and then began to unbutton myself, countering,
“I might not even wait that long!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” she straightened up. “I said ‘look, don’t touch’”
“Oh, I heard you… but I assumed that I was free to touch myself”
She looked uncertain, but as I pulled myself out, and she saw the effect she had had on my cock, she nodded her consent and went back to rubbing herself, really working hard to put on a show for me… trying to get me off.
I did my best to keep a cool, calm face as I shot her with my right hand and stroked myself with my left.
Christine slid down in the chair, threading her legs between mine so that she was rubbing her self directly below me. Laying on her back, looking up at me, mouth open, licking her lips… Christine flicked her tongue out at me.
I leaned down and stroked my cock, the tip just an inch away from her mouth, which she opened wide.
“Spit on it!” I directed her.
“Go, on.. spit on it… I need…” Before I could finish she lashed her tongue out and lapped the lil dew drop of pre-cum and swirled her tongue around the tip… all of which I photographed eargerly, then…
I grabbed her… my hand on her jaw, holding her firmly in place. She struggled a bit against my hold, but didn’t stop rubbing herself as I explained,
“We had an arrangement… parameters… look… don’t touch… now, you pull something like that and I’m gonna want to...”
And with that I plunged the entire length of my cock straight down into her mouth. Her eyes glazed over with tears as my balls rested on her chin.
I quickly pulled out. She gasped and I admired how well lubed my cock now was. She st up a bit and looked at me… unsure if I was pissed… or still playing. I cleared it up with a quick,
“Don’t let me get there first…” as I began stroking my cock again, faster and faster.
Christine rolled her eyes back in her head and went back to work…. Furiously stroking her clit with one hand, the other alternating between pinching her nipples and snaking in and out of her swollen slit.
Now, there are few things that turn me on as much, as quickly, as watching a woman cum… So, as Christine started lifting her hips, breathing hard, her chest turning flush with the approaching orgasm, I felt my balls growing tighter… my shaft growing thicker in my hand. And when her lips parted to let out a first labored breath as her twitched underneath me, I aimed my cock at her parted lips.
She was too deep, too far into her own orgasm, to accommodate me, but I managed to paint her parted lips with my cum. Her eyes shot open and she looked surprised, almost as if she forgot where she was for a second. I grinned and then aimed my second load all over her tits. She smiled back and continued to work herself over… maintaining eye contact the whole time as she writhed under me… glistening with my cum splattered all over her mouth, neck and tits.
I stepped back and took a million pictures of the gloriously sticky aftermath. She caught her breath.
I handed the camera to Christine, showed her where the delete button was and told her to delete anything she was uncomfortable with. I watched her sit up and begin to scan through the photos. Then I headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower and yelling back, teasing:
“You’re welcome to join me for a rinse off, but remember…. No touching!” I thought I was being clever.
After a good five minutes, I realized she wasn’t up for joining me. I stepped out, dried off and re-entered the living room. Christine, and her things, were gone.
I spotted the camera and picked it up off the coffee table and looked to see what she had left me. All the photos were still there, plus one that she had added…. a close up of her licking her lips, still slick with my cum.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I met “Grace” online. In the interest of discretion, that’s all I’ll say about that. She was looking for something… I was looking for something… and it seemed like a good fit. We flirted well… I found her not only sexy, but smart - a huge factor as I am beyond my sport-fucking years… there has to be an intellectual connection at this point.
Problem was, she lived in my old neighborhood… 1,200 miles away from my current home. And, irony of ironies, the same city I had been vacationing in just the week before I met her online. Sadly, I had no plans to return any time soon, so our flirtation was to remain an interweb only thing. Not the end of the world, but…
Weeks passed and we enjoyed our flirtation, more free and playful perhaps precisely because nothing could come of it. We traded pictures and stories and built up a huge tension as we imagined all the naughty things we’d do to one another, if only we had the chance.
And then, an opportunity fell in my lap. An old client who I had shot a commercial for a few years back asked me to pinch hit for their current director. They asked me every so often, but the gig wasn’t that profitable since I had moved away. But this time, a paid trip back to my hometown wasn’t something I could pass up. So, I threw together a bag and found myself at the airport within the hour. By that afternoon, I was on set making decisions about a project I knew nothing about. Still, I was knocking it out, distracted/inspired by the little plan I was storyboarding for later that night.
As we set the shooting schedule for day two (I optimistically demanded a late start), I sent Grace an instant message through the website. At this point, we’d only been talking for a few weeks. I didn’t have any other means of communication… no email address, no phone number to text or call. I realized I didn’t know much about her… would she really be up to meeting in person? Would she, in real life, be into the fantasies we shared as safe, fictitious (im)possibilities?
These were question I should have considered before I flew halfway across the country. But, I was here… so why not? I shot off a message… short and obtuse. Just the name and address of a strip mall that I noticed was bankrupt and abandoned when I visited the week before. Within five minutes I received her reply, a puzzled,
“yeah, I know the place… what about it???”
I was relieved to make contact… to begin to pull her in to me.
“midnight” – again, I kept it short and sweet.
Grace sent me a series of messages asking if I was serious. I ignored them, simply replying,
“not near comp. here’s my cell #. Just text ‘yes” or ‘no’, pls”
And then I waited. Minutes seemed like hours. And then it became hours. No response. I tried to go about my work, planning out the next day's shots, but stopped every two minutes to check my phone… to see if it had lost power… or if the ringer volume was turned up. But nothing. As 11 o’clock came and went, I resigned myself to the fact that this was an internet affair only and tried to focus on my work.
And then the phone rang.
It was a local number, one my phone didn’t recognize. I answered immediately.
Nothing... except the faint hiss of traffic in the background followed by a click and the dial tone. I quickly hit redial... only to be rebuffed.
“The number you have dialed does not accept incoming calls.”
Shit… damn… hell! A pay phone. Now my heart was thundering in my chest. That HAD to have been her… she’s intrigued… OR… she’s fucking with me! Grrrrr…. What to do… what to do…? Nothing to do except wait…. 11:15... 11:20… 11:25… and then…
...a simple, one word text, but it was all I needed. The plan was back on…
I rushed to the site, surveyed the area and parked in the alley behind the mall then texted her specific instructions to:
“park next to the old bank”
Barely getting there before midnight myself, it wasn't long before a car approached. She came. Or, at least, I assumed it was her… it was the only car in the small lot. I waited. Then texted again…
“Get out. Open bag. Put on.”
I watched the car. No response. Perhaps it was someone else. Perhaps she was having second thoughts… or just a little put off by the game I was playing with her. But after what seemed like the longest minute of my life, the door opened and she stepped out tentatively. I watched her look around to see if she could see me, but quickly she spotted the duffle bag I had placed on the curb. She rooted around inside and quickly found the blindfold… pulled it out… and smiled.
As I waited to see if she’d play along, I was thrilled to see she was wearing the sundress I had complimented her on just a few days earlier. Her legs were just as long, tanned and athletic as I had hoped. I could feel myself getting hard just watching her.
She slowly placed the blindfold over her eyes… stood next to her car… exposed… in the middle of the night. And I let her stand there like that for a good 2-3 minutes, as long as I could take, before I approached her from behind.
Before I did or said anything, I let Grace feel me… my breath... my presence… hovering behind her. I watched her neck as her dry mouth swallowed and her lips parted to speak…
“Shhhhh,” I stopped her.
Her question turned to a gasp as I ran my hand up under the hem of her sundress… the heat of my palm on the inside of her cool, silky-smooth thigh. Her face silhouetted by the light of the street lamp, I could see she bit her lip as my thumb grazed against the soft cottony gusset of her panties, her mound already damp and hot.
With my free hand on the small of her back, I guided Grace to the car, leaning her over until her chest was laying on the still warm hood, her ass exposed as her sundress crept up. And then, I pulled away….
She was patient for a moment… then she heard me fiddling with something. I could sense her getting antsy, about to pull off her blindfold when I announced,
She froze! Unsure of what to do, she quickly felt me back behind her, my hands on her hips. Grace turned and looked at me over her shoulder,
“You're not...? Are you…?”
“Ignorance is bliss…. What you don’t know can’t hurt you, or… at least, what you can’t be identified by can’t hurt you!” and I tugged at her blindfold to reinforce my point.
She gave it a quick thought and then I felt the tension in her body give way…. She lay back down, her ass pointing out and up, waiting for me to do with it whatever I wanted.
“Mmm… yes! Now, Pull your panties down for me… to mid-thigh!” I directed her.
And like a good little starlet, she did as commanded. The camera catching every frame of our illicit, road side affair.
I unbuttoned myself and approached, laying the hot underside of my shaft in the cleft of her taut, runner’s ass... a drop of pre-cum dribbling onto her lower back. She gasped. I grinned, pulling the rolling tripod closer and tilting the camera down... I didn’t want to miss the moment as I ran my cock down her ass, over her swollen mound, parting her pink lips, then running it back up… her lips swelling and dripping already. I pressed the tip firmly against her, dug my fingers into her hip bone, and bore down…. Watching my cock slowly disappear inside her.
Grace let out a deep sigh and I found myself holding my breath… I love this moment… feeling how hot… how wet… and how incredibly tight she was… her pussy clenching my cock. I pressed on, very slowly, until the entire shaft was buried in her, my balls wet from resting against her clit. And then I pulled out, my cock glistening from her juices.
“Oh, god! Fuck me!” she panted.
But not yet… I had other plans. Instead, I reached over her, grabbed her hair gently, but firmly, and led her down to her knees.
“I just wanted to watch you lick yourself off me first,” I explained.
She grinned wide and opened her mouth, showing her enjoyment (and willingness to play along) by clasping her hands behind her back. Her mouth was mine to use. And so I slapped my wet cock against her outstretched tongue as she eagerly, blindly lapped at it, purring and cooing for more. And the more she got into it, the harder I got.
I aimed my cock into Grace’s mouth… and to show me she had more than a few ideas of her own, she took it all, deep, straight away… no hands. I quickly put my hand on the back of her head and held her there.
“Is it just me, or is it that much hotter… you… here… sucking my cock, which is covered in your own cum… in an empty parking lot… in the middle of the night... and you haven’t even looked in my eyes yet?” I told her more than asked.
Grace moaned her agreement, quickly bobbing up and down the length of my cock. From our online flirtations, she knew that I liked sloppy, wet and loud blowjobs and she more than came through… moaning, sucking, slurping away! I leaned back, making sure I was getting the whole thing down on tape… (I was gonna come to this for years.) She took long, fast strokes up and down the length of my cock, then pulled off to catch her breath… her spit spooling out of her mouth and dripping back onto my cock… then she resumed…. Taking small detours to lick and suck on my balls… until I couldn’t take it any more… I had to taste her!
I grabbed her by the arm and lifted her up to standing, leaned in, and as she tried to catch her breath, I kissed her for the first time… deep and passionately… playfully nibbling on her lip... then sucking it into my mouth. Tenderly darting my tongue into her mouth and tasting her tongue… my hands lifting up the hem of her dress so that they could rest on her naked hips.
But as I looked down, I noticed her panties, still mid-thigh, the crotch sporting a damp circle. I reached down and ripped them off one leg, Grace flinching as I did, and then the other… pulling them up to my nose and inhaling her scent. Mmm… intoxicating! I had to share them, so I raised the sticky panties for her to smell and she did one better. She quickly realized what I was doing and took in a deep whiff, licked her lips, and ran her tongue across the creamy panties…. It took all I had not to cum right then and there… except that I wanted more of her and her sweet pussy.
So, I took the panties and stuffed them in her mouth, put my hands on her hips and prompted her to hop up on the hood of the car. Ordinarily, I like to lick a woman thoroughly before ever taking my cock out… taking my time to tease and taunt her pussy before really digging in... but I couldn’t wait with Grace. Her smoothly shaved slit was already parted after I had taken that one deep stroke. I had already had a fint tease (off her lips in that kiss and off her panties), but I needed to taste her sweet, pink flesh.
I dove in, flicking my tongue across her swollen clit… back and forth… tracing small circles around it… running my tongue up and down the length of her slit… my thumbs parting her…. exposing a sweet little dribble of nectar that ran down her lips and over her little pink rosebud of an asshole. I lapped it all up, then darted my tongue in and out of her. Her hips bucked and rose to meet my mouth, which was now smeared and dripping with her juices. I could tell she was getting close, and I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy up to my face so I could lap at her clit… fast... then slowly… hard… then lightly… mixing up the tempo and motion… feeling her thighs and stomach muscles beginning to twitch. And then, something unexpected happened…
A car pulled into the lot… clearly using the empty strip mall as a turnaround, the driver stopped and hesitated as their lights slashed across our makeshift set. I stood and stared at the driver, who quickly completed their turn and sped off. Grace sat up and began to peel off her blindfold, but I stopped her…
“It’s okay, they’re gone… and don’t try and tell me your heart's not pounding… that you’re not more than a little turned on by being watched by a complete stranger!” I teased.
Clearly, she agreed as a broad smile swept across her face and she lay back down, a curled finger beckoning me to resume. But I had to be inside her… I had to fuck her. So, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the hood, slapping my cock against her splayed lips… enjoying watching her squirm each time the head made the wet smack against her exposed, swollen clit.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” she purred.
I grabbed her hand and led it down around my cock. I wanted to watch Grace put me inside her. But as she pressed the head of my cock between her lips another car pulled into the lot… or so I thought. In fact, it was the same car. The driver, clearly wanting to see more, parked one row away, cut the engine, but left their lights on.
We froze. Her chest heaved with anxiety. I looked at her… then at the car… and back… unsure what to do now.
“Fuck me!” she commanded. “Act like they're not here and fuck me! Or, better, yet… act like they ARE here and let’s give ‘em a show!”
And with that she pushed my cock inside. I hesitantly started taking small, shallow strokes, unsure if she meant it. But when she started rubbing her clit and rolling her hips against my thrusts I knew that she was not only okay with it, but that being watched was actually turning her on.
I plunged my cock inside Grace as deeply as I could. Her back arched, her purrs and moans grew louder and she bit her lip… cooing, “oh… fuck… yes!”
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me? You gonna cum ON me?” I not so much asked, as begged.
She didn’t say anything, but I knew her response. Under the bright headlights it was clear that her chest and neck were flush, her breath shallow, and I could feel her twitching and pulsing around my cock. She spasmed and clamped down on me and I continued to drive deep inside her. I pulled her hand away, licked my thumb, and began rubbing her clit as I continued to fuck her straight through a second and third set of spasms. Until her tight grip was too much for me…
Sensing that I was about to explode, I pulled out and started stroking quickly with one hand while frantically unbuttoning the top of her sundress… I wanted to cum all over her stomach and the tits I had only seen pictures of until now. But she had other ideas. She pushed me back, and slid off the hood… crouching in front of me, mouth open and tongue extended.
“Let’s give them a show…” she growled and I obeyed, stroking my cock and pointing my cum into her open mouth.
Grace licked and lapped at the tip and it spurted both in her mouth, down her chin and neck and ran down into her still half-unbuttoned cleavage.
When I stopped, she took me once in her mouth, deep, sucking out any last possible drop, before rising to her feet. She whipped off her blindfold and stared straight at the peeping tom who quickly backed out his car and peeled off. As I caught my breath, she licked her lips, we made eye contact for the first time, she glanced at the still rolling camera and said,
“I’m gonna want a copy of that!”
Friday, July 10, 2009
So, “Leslie” and I had pretty good chemistry and shared a passion for the play. We worked hard on the show, getting together before and after rehearsals to go over our lines. But I didn’t think too much of it, I knew she had a boyfriend - a frat boy named Brad. This was just work. Nothing more, nothing less. Still, I have to confess I was a little excited when she invited me over to rehearse lines on a Saturday night.
When I got to her dorm, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had a private studio. I was even more encouraged by the fact that she was wearing a tiny pair of pink, silk pajama shorts and matching top. For the first time I began to notice how great she smelled, how strikingly green her eyes were – how perfectly smooth her skin was.
Before I could get settled in, she propped open the window, lit a cigarette and pulled a bottle of wine out of her mini fridge.
“Working tools,” she claimed.
Despite being two years her senior, I suddenly realized that not only was she out of my league, (like I said, she’s model gorgeous) but she was much cooler than I’d ever be. I played along, downing a few glasses of merlot and running lines for the better part of an hour. That is, until I spilled part of my third glass on my shirt.
I told her it was no big deal; I’d throw the shirt out when I got home. But she insisted on giving me one of her boyfriend’s oxfords. I wasn’t too comfortable with the idea, knowing that frat guys can be pretty possessive about their girlfriends – I thought it was dicey enough being alone with her in her room on a Saturday night. But that made me think, “What was she doing home alone?” I asked why she wasn’t with him.
“He’s an asshole, Fuck him. And you can burn his shirt for all I care,” was her explanation. It was good enough for me.
That was it. Nothing more came of it that night. But I was encouraged to find that she and “frat boy” were done. Or so I thought. The next day I saw them walking across campus, hand in hand, and I knew I was stupid to even get my hopes up. I buried my nose in the text, worked night and day to get agents to the show and delivered a performance that garnered solid reviews and, eventually, landed me my first agent.
The final night of the run, Leslie and I met behind the curtain and went through our performance rituals. A few vocal warm ups, and a quick hug before the curtain went up. But that night the hug lasted a second or two longer than usual. Initially, I didn’t think anything of it. Her heart was clearly beating fast as she held me tight. I looked down to see that she was alright and she was staring up at me with her big green eyes, tears welling in the corners. I assumed she was just going to miss doing the show with me. Actors and actresses get that way about closing performances. But as I opened my mouth to say something comforting to her, she put her hands on my face, drew me in and kissed me deeply – her tongue expertly darting in and out of my mouth. Now it was my heart that was pounding. But before I could say or do anything, the lights came up and she pushed me on stage. Let’s just say that in that night’s performance, the comedy was a little forced, but the romance came easy.
When the curtain finally closed, I rushed to my dressing room, not sure what I should do. Again, she was one step ahead of me. She came in very casually, sat down and began taking off her make-up. Before I could say anything, she apologized.
“I shouldn’t have done that. That wasn’t very fair. I just broke up with Brad and you were there and the excitement of closing and… I just got carried away. I’m sorry,” she shrugged.
Needless to say, I was crushed. Over the six weeks of rehearsal I had come to love our meetings, her scent, her laugh, her pixie-like grin – I had fallen for her hard. But I sucked it up and played it off as best I could. Trying to be big about the whole thing, I invited her to a party my roommates and I were throwing later that night. In yet another crushing blow, she said she’d try, but couldn’t guarantee anything. Here I was getting played by a 19 year old. I couldn’t have felt much worse on what should have been a great night.
Back at our apartment, with a few drinks in me, everything was alright. That is, until the door rang at a few minutes before 2am. Leslie had shown up after all. She barged in, grabbed my hand, proclaiming that she couldn’t stay long, but that she needed to talk in private. My roommates, Jessica and Jamie, looked a little perturbed, but were also a little impressed that this hot girl was dragging me into my bedroom.
As I stepped inside, she closed the door behind me and locked the door. She had my attention.
“Look, what I did tonight was really, really shitty. First, for kissing you like that and then for telling you that it was nothing.”
She slid off her shoe and unzipped her leather jacket.
“I do like you. I just thought it was too fast for me to be getting into anything after Brad. But that’s a fucked up thing for me to do to you.”
I quickly saw that she wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her chest was nearly flat, but her huge, puffy nipples darted out from behind her coat when she reached down to pull of her other shoe.
“You’ve been so good to me. Listening to all that shit about me and Brad.”
She removed the second shoe and let the jacket fall to the ground. There she was, her taut, nubile frame fully exposed, save for the short, schoolgirl miniskirt that barely covered her panties.
Okay, this girl had blown my mind several times over by this point, but what she said next took the cake.
“So what do you say I make it up to you by sucking your dick?”
She knelt down on the ground before me.
“Better yet, why don’t you fuck my mouth? You’d probably like that more, wouldn’t you?”
She clasped her hands behind her back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. When I didn’t immediate respond (I was still in shock), she took charge.
“That’s cool. I don’t mind doing the work.”
With that, she leaned forward onto the bed and began unbuttoning my jeans. With that pixie grin stretched from ear to ear she asked,
“So, what ya thinking about?”
“Just… how beautiful you are,” I managed to stammer out.
She was on to me,
“Corny... but sweet. No, I imagine you’re wondering if I’ll let you cum in my mouth… Don’t worry, I will.”
She reached into my jeans and pulled out my swollen cock.
“In fact, you can cum in my mouth, on my face, in my pussy or my ass… whatever you want. I’m gonna be your own personal slut. You’ve earned it.”
And with that she bent forward, lowering her lips to the tip of my throbbing dick. She swirled her tongue in circles around the ridge of the head, saliva dripping down on my cock all the while. When she pulled up, a string of pre-cum and saliva arched from her mouth to my dick. I thought I was going to explode right there.
“That is, if you’ll have me,” she teased.
I nodded my consent and she lowered back down, this time taking the length of my shaft in her mouth. As she bobbed up and down on my cock, she reached out for my hand. I took it and locked my fingers in hers, the way my last girlfriend and I had when we used to make love. But Leslie quickly took my hand and led it to the back of her head. She clearly wanted me in the driver’s seat.
To get a bit more leverage, I pushed to my feet and Leslie dutifully kept my dick in her mouth the whole time. I began to take deep strokes in and out of her mouth and she purred along, like she couldn’t get enough. But when I saw little tears forming in the corners of her eyes, I quickly pulled out.
“Don’t stop now,” she pleaded. “Cum for me, please.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I jammed my dick down her throat and started fucking her mouth like there was no tomorrow, my balls slapping her chin, her fingernails digging into my thighs. With one last thrust I let out a healthy groan and filled her mouth with what felt like the biggest orgasm of my life.
For a moment or two I was in a complete fog. I looked down and those eyes were still staring up at me, her lips locked around my cock. I pulled myself out and she let my cum spill out her mouth, down her neck and all over those tiny little tits. Her lips glistening with my cum, she spread that wide grin again and sheepishly exclaimed,
“Oops, I must be full.” This girl was too much for me.
I quickly looked for a towel or sock or something for her to clean up with, but she stopped me quick.
“No point in cleaning up when we’re just getting started. Now, I expect you’re gonna wanna fuck me, but it’ll take a few moments for you to get hard again.”
Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she reached down, swiped a little cum off her nipple (which was bursting out like a bullet at this point) and proceeded to lick it off her fingers.
“Mmmm. If I taste half as good as you do, you’re in for a treat.”
She stood up. Peeled off her panties from underneath her skirt and led me back to the bed. By this point I was starting to get a bit of confidence. I fell on top of her and quickly grabbed her wrists, holding them high above her head as I kissed my way down her neck. My quickly recuperating cock slid across the inside of her thigh and she moaned as I bit into the side of her neck.
“So, you do like being in charge, eh?”
Sure, who doesn’t I thought. She reached over and pulled the belt out of my jeans and demanded,
“Then tie me up and do whatever you want with me.”
She stuck her hands through the spokes in my headboard and waited. What the hell, I thought, and cinched the strap around her wrists. There she was, this girl I had been obsessing over for the past six weeks – nearly naked, covered in my cum and begging for more. I could tell she was pleased as I took a moment to scan her body with my eyes. I slid off my shoes and removed the jeans crumpled around my ankles.
Again, I started from the top and licked my way down, pausing at her nipples which I rolled over with my tongue and nibbled on until they puffed up like ripe plums. She arched her back and pushed her little tities into my mouth and gasped and my teeth dug into her flesh.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried. “Suck my cunt now. Suck it!”
I sidled down by her side and ran my fingers over her hips, undid the clasp on her skirt and let the fabric fall away – exposing a beautifully groomed little package. She was mostly shaved; her lips weren’t pronounced at all – just a smooth slit in her mound, topped off by a whisp of silky-smooth, sandy blonde hair. I ran my middle finger up and down the length of her slit and then used both hands to split her open – like a juicy orange being sectioned. Again, she gasped and rolled her hips in a circular motion.
Inside, she was pink and sticky. I wasted no time throwing her leg over my shoulder and burying my tongue deep inside her eager cunt. She instantly began shaking and a creamy white fluid began oozing out of her.
“Stick your finger in my ass,” she commanded.
I gladly complied, whispering, “You are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”
She quickly raised her head and opened her eyes for the first time since I had strapped her to the bed. Clearly, I had crossed a line and the fun was over.
“Let me set you straight. I am not 'a' dirty little whore. I’m 'your' dirty little whore. Now hurry up and fuck my dirty little cunt with your dirty cock,” she winked.
I rolled off her and scrambled for a condom in the nightstand.
“Don’t worry about that,” she said. “I’m protected and besides, you’re gonna want to feel just how tight my pussy is.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” The offer was inviting, but I quickly found what I was looking for.
“Okay,” she pouted, “but at least let me put it on.”
I gladly untied her and swapped positions. There is nothing I love more than to watch a tiny girl ease her way onto my cock and then bounce up and down on me.
“But you gotta let me tie you up.”
Again, not a problem if she wants to do all the work. So with my cock jutting into the air, she strapped me down and then made her way down to my dick. She licked at it and sucked it down, making huge, slurping sounds that got me going even more. Meanwhile, she expertly peeled the package open and slid the sheath over my shaft. She stroked it a few times and then positioned herself on top of me. Hand over hand she continued to work me until I felt a tight pressure and then I was in. Except something was off. It was too good – too tight, too hot, too wet. I open my eyes and there she was, smiling and holding the condom in her mouth. She spit it out.
“You can’t decide if you’re so pissed you wanna stop or if you wanna fuck the shit out of my tight little, juicy twat. Am I wrong?”
She wasn’t wrong. I was enraged, but her pussy was pure velvety goodness.
“In fact,” she continued, “the danger makes it even better doesn’t it?”
I couldn’t say anything, and I didn’t have to. She continued to grind on my cock slowly.
“Are you angry? Are you mad? Did I do a bad thing?,” she purred.
She climbed off me, sat her juicy lips down on my face before untying me. I wanted to show more restraint, but I couldn’t help lapping up those sweet juices. As she climbed off me, she turned around on all fours, offered up her ass and suggested,
“Maybe you should teach me a lesson. You’re right, If I’m gonna act like a dirty bitch, you should treat me like one,” and again she waved her ass in the air.
Without any further prompting, I squared up behind her, dug my fingers under the ridge of her hips and plowed my cock into her sweet hole. I was angry and I took it out on her pussy, slapping her clit hard with my balls on each stroke.
“So, you want me to fuck you like a little bitch, do you?” I tried to act as mean as I could, but truth be told – I was never gonna be cast as the heavy.
“No, I think I need to be punished more,” she whimpered.
She reached back between her legs, pulled my cock out and positioned it against her asshole.
“Do what ya gotta do or I’ll never learn my lesson.”
Leslie may have been crazy, but in this moment I was under her spell. None of my other girlfriends had let me fuck them in the ass, much less begged for it – I wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. I leaned forward, spit onto my cock and pushed forward slowly. Leslie put her head down, closed her eyes and dug her nails into the bedding.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it slowly,” I assured her.
“No!” she shot back. “Use me like the little bitch I am. 'Your' bitch. Fuck me like you own me!”
I wouldn’t have expected it, but her submissiveness really turned me on and sure enough, I plowed into her ass as she let out a huge squeal. I could hear my roommate’s drunken giggles outside the door, but I didn’t care. I was on the home stretch now and I was going to have one hell of a story to tell them tomorrow. I pounded away at Leslie’s ass for a few minutes, until she begged to get on top. I thought this meant my first anal experience was over, but she quickly straddled me and positioned my dick against her now well-lubricated ass. She slid down on me and then put what little weight she had on me, pinning my wrists down and pumping her hips on me. She looked me in the eyes and started repeating,
“Cum in me. Cum in my ass.”
Again, my roommates giggled.
Leslie leaned down and whispered in my ear, “They’re just jealous ‘cause you’re not fucking them. Cum in me. Cum in my ass.”
With Leslie looking deep in my eyes, I let loose the biggest torrent of cum inside her. And every 10 to 15 seconds another wave shot through me and she took them all with a smile on her face. When I finally finished, she eased off me and let the cum drip out of her onto my still throbbing dick. In one final mind-blowing act, she moved down to lick the pool of cum off of me. I couldn’t believe it, she really was my little whore. The sight was too much for me and a grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her mouth around my dick where I let loose a final spurt. She swallowed it down and looked up at me with a grin,
“Now you’re getting the hang of it. This was a good place to start.”
To “start” I thought....?