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Happy Anniversary Part 2

The girl follows her instructions and puts her hair into a high bun.  The house is totally silent other than her breathing.  Her mind wanders.  She thinks about how much thicker Mark is than any guy she’s been with.  And longer.  The sound of a garage door opening focuses her back to the room.  A door opens and closes.  Mark’s voice.  Something about dinner reservations.  He’s getting closer.  ‘I know it’s your favorite place, that’s why I’m taking you there.  I don’t mind the price if it makes you happy.’  The bedroom door opens and Mark comes in. ‘I love you too.  I think you’ll really like the necklace I got you. Happy anniversary.’  She can hear him walking around.  Emptying his pockets on a dresser.  Taking off his shoes.  Then footsteps leading directly behind her.  Silence.  Mark admires her body.  She looks incredible in the diamond choker.  A lot better than his wife will after he gives it to her for their anniversary.  Red bottomed black stiletto heals are always sexy.  He feels himself stiffen and takes off his trousers.  His shirt and tie are tossed on the floor.  She hasn’t moved an inch since he walked in.  She’s going to be perfect for his friends.  He’s fully erect and leans in the smell her neck and traces one finger up her hip, her back, and grips her firmly by the neck.  ‘You’re such a good little slut.  I hope the bruises on your knees didn’t lead to any awkward questions.  I like to think of them as a sign to let other guys know you’re already on your knees for someone else.’  His free hand runs down her spine to her ass.  He squeezes gently with both hands.  ‘I know you thought you were having fun teasing me yesterday.  I enjoyed it too.  That might actually be the best blowjob I’ve ever had.’  His grip on her throat increases steadily until her face is flushed red.  He’s cutting off blood flow, not strangling her.  She doesn’t fight.  Her head dips forward and he releases his grip but keeps her from falling forward.  ‘Are you ready, slut?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’  He turns her head towards him and kisses her.  She turns towards him and he pulls her body against his.  She kisses back and they stay in that embrace for a moment.  His cock is pressed between them but she doesn’t go to it yet.  This is passion.  She wasn’t expecting this.  He pulls back from the kiss and whispers ‘good girl.’  She can’t help a smile and bites her lip.  One hand goes to his cock and she slowly strokes him.  His voice is soft, almost fatherly.  ‘Get on your hands and knees for me kitten.’  She manages turning around without much fuss even with the heels on.  Her feet hang off the edge of the bed and he steps close to her.  His cock rides up between her butt cheeks and strong hands grab her hips.  His hips sway back and he guides his cock down.  He runs the head over her cunt and it glides with her wetness. She arches her back and presents herself to him.  She sits back ever so slightly and Mark leans forward to press the head into her.  A shallow thrust follows.  Another.  She’s caught between pain and pleasure.  She’s stretching her but she can tell he knows to ease her into it.  A few more and she feels his hips press against her ass.  He pulls back on her hips and holds himself completely inside her.  She feels him pulse inside her.  ‘Mmh.’  She moans quietly.  She leans back harder to get every bit of his cock inside her.  ‘Sir?’  ‘Yes, slut?’ He responds.  ‘I need you to fuck me so hard that every time you see this necklace on your wife you can’t help but get hard thinking of my pussy.’

She's Wet Part 1

She’s wet.  Her body is tingling with anticipation.  She’s positive he doesn’t remember her.  Two days ago, they matched online and quickly switched to texting.  A few tasteful pictures of her and one of his cock and they began negotiating.  This first meeting would be just to feel each other out.  Probably oral.  Maybe something more.  Certainly discussing her prices. Her ride stops and she gets out of the car.  It’s been a while but the house is almost exactly as she remembered from when she was childhood friends with Mark’s daughter.  She heads for the door and enters without knocking, as instructed.  He hears the front door open and smiles.  This little slut has been on his mind nonstop for two days.  The pictures she sent were incredible.  Tight young body.  Perky tits, pierced.  An ass that swallowed a thong and looked like a perfect handful for his strong hands.  She was being coy and wanted to ease into being his sugar baby.  He played along.  Once she was on her knees he would let her know that he was in charge, and she was going to follow his lead.  None of his poker buddies had bagged an 18-year-old still in High school.  She was as fresh as they come.  She walks slowly and looks at her possible sugar daddy.  He’s tall.  Taller than she remembered.  Powerfully built but showing some age.  Memory and recently exchanged pictures overlap and she smiles.  ‘Hello Mark . . .’  she trails off as his gaze goes down her body and back to her face.  ‘No, you call me Sir.  Come stand in front of me.’  She smiles playfully.  ‘Yes Sir.’  Standing in front of him she looks up to make eye contact.  His eyes are hungry.  A hand grips her shoulder and turns her in a slow circle as he looks her over.  The hand runs down her back as she keeps turning.  It slides over her hip and he leaves it there to keep turning her.  She finishes her circle and he feels himself begin to stiffen in his pants.  He needs her.  He needs to break her and make her his little sex toy.  He resists the urge to rush.  She wants to take it slow, so he’ll take it slow.  For now.  ‘You’re even sexier than in the pictures.’  His hand hasn’t left her hip.  He squeezes gently and pulls her closer.  She has to look up to maintain eye contact and she rises onto her tip toes to kiss him, but his other hand caresses her cheek and stops her movement.  ‘You talked a pretty strong game over text.  Something about the best head of my life?’  She stays on the balls of her feet and her tongue licks her lips slowly.  She clicks her tongue ring against her teeth and drops back to her heels.  ‘I did say that, didn’t I?  Let’s call it $50?’  The man laughs a little and his hands find her chest.  ‘For $50 you’ll be naked while you suck my cock and I’ll cum wherever I want.’  He fondles her breasts and she doesn’t stop him.  ‘No, you won’t get me out of my panties today.  But I’ll strip for you, and you can cum anywhere but my hair.  That’ll make it $100 though.  I still have to get back to class in 30 minutes so I can’t have my hair messed up.’  She reaches for the bulge in his pants and strokes his growing cock through the fabric.  ‘$100 for a blow job that I won’t even get to finish?  No, that’s just a waste of my time.  That slutty little mouth won’t make me cum before you have to leave.’  She thinks for a second and then gently pushes his hands off her tits before jerking his belt tail out to open the latch.  ‘Okay, Sir.’  She undoes the button on his trousers.  ‘How about this.’  She unzips his pants and reaches in to grip his cock and slowly stokes him.  ‘I strip down to my panties, suck your cock, and you cum anywhere you want.  That for $200.  If I don’t make you cum before I need to leave, then I’ll skip my afternoon classes and you can fuck me until you decide I’ve earned the money.  Or until your wife comes home . . . ‘

Erotic Stories

I wrote some short stories and I'm excited to post them here. Let me know what you think and share any fun ideas you would like to see in the future. NSFW. MDNI.

Read order is She’s Wet, Happy Anniversary, and finally Her Big Night