Oct 202014
 

“So we got money comin’ in from that thing in Philly. We’re in our room, the four of us. It was me, Tony, Big Tony, and Rocka’.”

“Rocker? What kind of name is that?” Summer giggled, innocent little whore she was supposed to be.

“Ehhh… We call ‘em Rocka’ on account of how he rocks in his seat. Yanno… he leans on the back two legs of the chair and rocks. Like a rocking chair. So we, uhh… we call him ‘em Rocker. Anyway, yeah… right there, baby. Daddy likes that. Anyway, yeah…yeah….we were waiting for ….a friend, to show up.”

“Uh huuuuhhh” Summer had Paulie’s trousers and briefs down around his ankles, and his mind turning circles. He leaned back on the cheap hotel bed. Summer licked and kissed her way down to Paulie’s cock. She didn’t want to give him what he wanted until she got what she wanted. Paulie was on the drunk side, so she didn’t expect any trouble.

“So what happened to the rest of the story?” Summer’s eyes were wide, curious. She went deep on him twice, slowly. She gagged just a little. Paulie loved that sound.

“Ohhhhh baby, ohhh that’s a goood girl.” That girl and her tricky tricky mouth. She drew back and sat up beside him, her thick, tight nipples luring his attention upwards.

“Was it scary, Daddy?” Summer left whined and lowered her tone. She sounded horny. Her fingers rubbed his ears, his neck, down his shoulders.

You weren’t scared were you?” Summer drew back from Paulie. Her nipple popped from his mouth. She squealed and shook. He loved watching her breasts bounce.

“Daddy’s never scared.” Paulie reached down and stroked his own cock with one hand and twirled her hair with the other.

“So everything was good, right?” Paulie was animated, going back to the story.

Summer’s eyes went wide and she nodded along with his words.

“And then him and Rocka had an issue. And Rocka BOOM BOOM BOOM. Shot the guy in the belly. Three times.”

Paulie stuck three wiggling fingers into Summer’s belly each time he said the word “Boom.”

“Daddyyy! That tickles” Summer squealed and squirmed onto his lap.

“Daddy! That’s a scary story! I’m gonna have to sit in your lap so no one can get me. Please, Daddy?” She whined. Summer teased him with her little girl words and erotic actions. She moved to straddle his dick. Summer sank down on top of him with a pretty little purr and a pout. She was already feeding his cock into her. Her hips tipped from side to side.

“Ohhhh, don’t worry, baby, Daddy’s got you” All he could do was nod, vigorously. Paulie’s hands pulled her hips down on his cock.

Paulie liked to talk. Summer fucked him while she played an excited little girl. Paulie was her Big-Bad-Daddy. She played to his stories and he played right back. Summer sucked and fucked until they were both happy with what they got. She dressed and was dismissed.

Her driver delivered Summer to her apartment. She went upstairs and turned on the living room lights and the television. She waited exactly 15 minutes. Her cell phone rang.

“Anything for me?” The voice on the other end was familiar, and deep.

“Yes, Sir. It was Rocker. Three shots to the belly. He and Rocker had some kind of issue. Paulie was there. So was Tony, Big Tony, and Rocker. But Rocker shot him.” Summer did not like delivering bad news. The messenger could easily be shot, just for knowing the message. But she was valuable to a lot of people. Summer sold information out the backdoor to those who were willing to pay for it and act discreetly with it.
“Anything else?”

“Paulie said something about some money coming in from Philly, and that’s why your guy was coming to meet them.” The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled darkly when Summer mentioned Philly. She knew better than to question. That laugh gave her chill bumps.

“It’s in your fridge.” He hung up the phone.

Summer’s phone went black. She had ten grand in a shipping envelope behind her orange juice. Pretty as she was, her betrayal was so thick you couldn’t wipe it off. She knew that someday, someone was going to start calling for the truth.

Wicked Wednesday

Oct 152014
 

Who keeps a playlist on their phone that makes them horny? The playlist you can fuck to. The dirty fucking. That rhythmic, ass-riding fucking. I do. Thumbed the screen three times before I found it. I wouldn’t have put any more time into it. I was horny.

I had no shame in unzipping, stepping out of, or unhooking anything. I left my clothes where they fell. I didn’t care if he watched or not. He didn’t come for a strip show. But I knew he wanted every thick bit of me. He was tripping over his shoes. Mine were all I wore.

I knew it was a bad idea. I thought about it when I grabbed fist fulls of that stiff hotel comforter and slung it off the bed. I bent over the bed. When I felt the vast amount of white sheets against my chest, I didn’t care. I spread my legs. My heels lifted my pussy. I just needed him to climb in and drive.

He stepped between my legs and slid his cock along my pussy. He was surprised at how wet I was. My outer lips were puffed open. He gently pinched one, but didn’t pull. I liked that very much.

“Yeeess, pleasee. Like that.” I swayed my ass back towards him. I lifted it up for him. I think he got the message. The length of his dick teased the outside of my pussy until my ass danced.

“Next time, I’ma fuck them titties.” He lined up the tip of his dick with my hole. He slid in nice and deep. I didn’t care what he said. He was inside. I’d deal with his mouth later. He held my hips. I bounced up and down the length of him. We kept a nice rhythm.

When he got on my nipples…

I was needy on his cock. I begged for my tits, sucking, biting, harder, harder. I could see his nervousness. Once he knew how hard, he was sloppy and chewy. I loved it. He bounced from tit to tit. I rode his cock, hard, and happily, right into Squirty Land.

I walked around for a day or two afterwards. My nipples and breasts were sore from his mouth and his hands. I wondered why I had him go that crazy with my nipples.

It was the dick.

It’s always the dick.

Jun 122013
 

nipples hotHe was all hisses and gasps, and I knew he couldn’t keep going if I kept touching him.

“Touch me.” – It came off as more of a demand.

“What?” – He whispered, like his parents were going to come in. We were in my house. No one was home.  I owned it.

“Touch ME – wherever you want.” – I rolled to my back, legs spread. My large breasts spread.

He sat up on his knees and wrapped an arm around my leg, initially planned on heading to my cunt, but  his head followed his other hand. It was reaching for a nipple. It was a fucking hard squeeze.  Hard enough for me to catback and moan, surprised and strong enough to yank my own nipple free.  I could tell that he didn’t know if my reaction was a positive or a negative one.

“Suck my nipples, please.” – Insert whore voice.

He was trying. It was too much.

I at least wanted to catch that first mouthful for him.

There was a lot of huffing and questionable looks. I laughed, played in his cum, and then cleaned up. We talked about it and how the nipple thing had just set me off. I had wanted him to be able to explore more. He wasn’t smoking, but he was high. We both were, after a weekend of fucking. You can’t give a boy a toy and not expect him to play with it.

Jan 142010
 

What was your first experience with an erect cock?

Sweet, little, southern, Christian girl, straight home from cheerleading practice, sneaks her then boyfriend over for an hour or so before her Mom gets home from work.

I had on just a pair of black cotton panties and a white long sleeved button down shirt, all the buttons undone. I had taken off my own pants and my bra was gone before he’d even gotten there. I have always had nice, full tits, and I had known what I was doing in losing the bra. I just remember trying to plan everything so carefully. Oh God was I nervous!  When he got there he was instantly touching me, and I was on the couch, my Mom’s cream, floral couch, something my Grandmother had helped to pick out, no doubt. Here’s what I think of your couch, Grandmother, and not to mention overall floral prints, too.

He was on top of me, between my legs, and his cock was hard. He just had his underwear on, and we weren’t really looking at each other as much as he was attacking my face like a hungry animal, grabbing at my tits and not sure what to do with one when he had it, but when he did happen to graze a nipple I would hiss and arch, and he would freak for a nano-moment, seem not to understand, then go back to his activities. I could feel how hard he was. He was pressing against me and God he was so hard. I can remember how almost uncomfortable it  was for him to touch me.

I got up and asked him if he was thirsty and wanted something to drink. I walked into the kitchen. I was so ridiculous. Looking back, he is the most passive person in the world. But then, in my perfect little fantasy (yes, even then) my make-out sessions included a little more “I am Man, you are… Mine!”… I wanted a little wrist pinning, hands in the hair, snatching off the rest of my clothes and “taking it if you want it”. I guess I never thought about it that way, but had it been with the right person, I would have easily lost my virginity that day. Instead, I was way frustrated, so at some point I decided to make the best of it, and use it as a learning experience.

I slowed his kissing, sat him down, straddling him, took my time and just enjoyed him. Through my panties I could feel the pressure of his cock rubbing up against my clit, as I moved against him. I gently introduced him to my nipples, and I got off. Afterward, I reached inside his underwear and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had no idea what I was going to do. I’d never touched one before. Thank God I didn’t have much to worry about. Before my hand really even closed, he grabbed me tightly and blew with a loud cry that made me jump. It scared me, and I know I jerked his cock some. God knows how that felt.

I was just some chick who had no idea what to do or even what I was willing to do. I knew what I wanted, but was too afraid to say it.

I hope that answers your question… :)