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Cindy, The Town Slut – Chapter 01 free porn video
Introduction
For people that already know my profile, yes, this isn’t a story about myself.
I love writing erotic stories, but for a long time those were just made up in my mind and I didn’t feel like releasing them to the public. Now I finally had an idea which most of you will love for sure! I got a lot of friends, sharing their stories with me and with some of them, I write the story together, and for the others… I just listen to their stories and write it down later on my own, maybe adding a few things here and there. Those are still true stories and I feel like telling you about this, cuz for some reason a true story is more exciting than a story you make up on your own.
This is the story of Cindy. There will be multiple chapters, but also different stories with other girls (including myself at some point of course).
I hope you enjoy this and maybe leave some feedback.
This story was written by Cindy for the most part and she agreed to release this. So before starting the first chapter, here’s a picture of her, so you obviously know how she looks like.
Enjoy!
CHAPTER 01
I sat leaning back, languidly, on the stool, resting hand on the bar as my cigarette burned. In that position the thin fabric of my skimpy black dress showed off my nice-sized tits, with a hint of erect nipple. The dress was cut low in the bodice, so the man talking to me could see the creamy white tops of my breasts, and it was also cut low on the hem, so that he could see my long, shapely legs and even the inside of my thighs halfway up to my crotch. He couldn’t tell yet if I was wearing panties but the absence of a bra was an ecouraging sign.
I was feeling relaxed and in control after three daiquiris. I knew I could handle more alcohol without acting d***k but this was enough for a pleasant buzz that added to the flirtation. I was well aware that the man was undressing me in his mind and thinking how he was going to get me in bed tonight, while he was talking trash about software.
The good-looking, broad-shouldered young man standing in front of me was younger than I was but he didn’t know it. The flimsy dress gave my breasts no support but they still sat proud, high, and firm.
The man was going on about how his company’s new household inventory app was going to change the way people lived, making it possible and even convenient to keep track of everything in the frig, the freezer, the cupboard, ending calls home to figure out what was left off the shopping list, all the while making comparison shopping easy and fun with continually updated price quotes from all the major retail chains. It was a game-changer for the whole f****y!
This was a lot less exciting than the last software developer I had taken to bed. That guy had invented a program that took two any two scanned images of a woman, as long as they were taken from different angles, and calculated her measurements and bra cup size from a 3D volumetric reconstruction and comparative anthropomorphic measurements, taking into account the tightness of her clothes, if any. Now that was impressive. By comparison, this was shit.
Fortunately, I wouldn’t yawn in this guy’s face. I had not gotten out of bed until noon that day and had even taken an unplanned nap that afternoon when my afternoon-lover fell asl**p.
When I smiled to myself, the edges of my mouth turned up slightly, cat-like. Most people did not catch the expression and only my closest friends knew what it meant. Men were so predictable. This guy only knew that I seemed to be hanging on his every word and smiling, so he must have really impressed me with his business smarts, right? Now he had to close the deal – get me out of this hotel bar and up to his room, preferably naked. Well, maybe not. Maybe I was just waiting for him to get to that peculiarly male point in the seduction where he felt he had finally overcome my resistance through his masculine charms. I knew from the moment he bought me that first drink I was going to fuck him.
One hand was resting on my leg, right on skin, just below my hemline.
‘So,’ he said, trying to seem like it was a natural break in the conversation. ‘It’s been two hours and your friend hasn’t come. Do you want to go upstairs and maybe we could have room service send us up a bottle and some fajitas?’ The bar served finger-food, and he knew it, but fajitas was not on the menu. If I happened to be a fajitas-lover, this was a good come-on, because the hotel restaurant had already closed, so room service was the only option if that was the preferred food selection. However, any pickup strategy that depended completely on a love for fajitas was not very reliable.
Fortunately, it did not have to be. I was more than happy to play along – in my own way, of course. I made a big show of checking my cellphone again to see if there was a text of voicemail messages from the imaginary Larissa.
‘That sounds divine! But…’ my eyes clouded for a moment. ‘maybe instead of going upstairs we could go to my apartment? I’ve got food in the frig and some drinks, Phil.’ Phil was his name. He thought my name was Mary.
The guy was surprised. ‘Where do you live?’ he asked, thinking it would be close. He was leaning over my now, our heads close together.
I named a street that was on the other side of the college town. The guy, who was just finishing a business trip to my town, didn’t know where it was, so I told him, slightly exaggerating the distances and mentioned a taxi fare that was on the high side.
‘Why?’ he asked, shaking his head. As bad as he wanted to get into me he wasn’t interested in going clear across town and then having to take a taxi all the way back when he had perfectly good room upstairs in the hotel.
I bit my lip and my eyes filled with water.
‘There’s a problem.’
The software guy straightened up. ‘Wait a minute. Are you a pro? Are you going to ask me for money now?’ He looked mad and he looked like he could be mean when he was mad. At that precise moment, my pussy got wet. However, this was no time to enjoy the sensation.
I burst into tears and sobbed, softly. ‘What kind of girl do you think I am? You come in here and make a girl feel all relaxed and comfortable with you and then you accuse her of filth! I lost my job, my rent is coming due and I’m 300$ short this month, and I don’t even have money to go home! This was supposed to be a girl’s night out – Larissa’s treat to make me forget my troubles! Larissa was going to drive me home but she never came!’ This time the sob could be heard by others at the bar. The bartender was acting like he didn’t know me.
I didn’t have any friends named Larissa, only an acquaintance I didn’t really care about.
The reason that name popped into my mind was that just the week before an old schoolmate named Larissa had looked me up, asking for sex advice. That was very common – by now almost every woman still living in town who had gone to school with me had asked me for advice on something sexual, because of my juicy and man-intimidating pussy. For the last several days, I had been having fantasies about that Larissa, while I masturbated, not caring much about Larissa’s very ordinary sex problems. I wished I could taken Larissa to bed myself that day.
The guy, who knew none of this, joined me in lamenting the incredible irresponsibility of some other imaginary person named Larissa. He wanted me to cheer up fast because he did not want a scene at the bar. Soothingly, his expression softening, he put his other hand on my other leg, also on skin. ‘It’s ok! Look, I’ll give you cab fare to get home – don’t worry. I know what it’s like to be short at the end of the month! I’ve been there.’
I choked up with gratitude (but did not make a scene) and soon we were off to the elevator, the bar tab paid in cash to keep it off his hotel bill, which would go to accounting when he got back. While we were walking down the corridor, I stopped for a moment to take off my shoes in order to get ‘more comfortable’, which I did while standing there for a moment, which happened to show off my legs, shapely and long for my height, and my feminine feet. It also made me even shorter next to the man I was with.
After we left, the bartender noticed that I had left my cigarette lighter behind. He picked it up and tossed it into a small cardboard box under the bar that had ‘Cindy’s stuff’ written on it.
Phil and I, who Phil thought my name was Mary, went up to his room, all thoughts of fajitas gone, and when he opened the door with his key I strode forward and looked around. ‘Oh, this is nice! What a nice hotel room!’ as if I had never before been in a room at that establishment. (At the same time, I noticed with surprise that the bed had not been turned down, because I knew that the staff usually did this by 7:00 if nobody was in the room.)
‘It’s ok, Mary.’ This fellow, Phil, was a bit surprised that I was so thrilled with a perfectly ordinary, no frills, hotel room. He assumed that I didn’t get around much. He closed the door behind him and walked past the bathroom to where the bed was. On the way he got a good look at my ass for the first time and confirmed that there was no panty line under the skimpy, short dress.
I turned and hugged him around his chest, to his great surprise! I was full of wonderful surprises. ‘I just want to thank you for being so sweet,’ I said, looking up at his face. ‘You are very considerate and you make me feel very comfortable and safe! That’s why I came up here with you. I’ve never done anything like this before.’
Phil’s chest, which I had noticed was big, broad, and hairless, just like I liked them, swelled with pride. Here he was, the salesman, protecting a damsel in distress. Here he was, also, initiating an obviously naive young thing into the wonders of spontaneous sensuality. He had found a miniskirted, braless, pantyless innocent in a bar, lost soul who needed both his manly protection and his erotic ministrations.
Phil’s broad hands could not reach as far down as my bottom, so he leaned over to kiss my neck and in so doing reached his target. He reached under my dress – which was very easy to do – and each of his hands rested on a hemisphere of firm, warm flesh. Definitely no panties, not even a thong. He kneaded my butt and I giggled. He liked that reaction.
‘You’re nothing like the other men I know!’ I purred. ‘So confident and self-assured!’
With delicate hands, I pushed him away from my neck and for a moment the guy was afraid that I was going to resist, but I surprised him again. I started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t complain! My fingers ticked his manful chest as I did this and he looked down to a very nice view of my booby, creamy skin, blue veins, hard nipples poking through the dress. He could hardly wait to see them naked. He bet they would be very soft to the touch. Then I put my face to his chest and my arms around him inside his shirt and he felt those firm nipples press against his skin through the fabric. He instinctively raised his hands off my butt and embraced me, holding me tight, as I murmured ‘You make me feel so secure!’
His cock, which had been stiffening for the last two hours, became rock hard and, given the difference in our heights, pressed into my upper tummy as we held each other tight. Then, as if by signal, we relaxed our hug and Phil’s hands migrated to my front, cupping my breasts without preliminaries or subtlety.
My breasts are very firm, he surely thought I mist be even younger than he thought I would be. Probably thinking that, he flicked my nipples with his thumbs, just to show me he was in charge. I gasped loudly.
I then looked up at him and whispered ‘Will you be gentle with me tonight?’
That was it. Phil could not stand it any more! He picked me up bodily, and planted a kiss on my mouth while he held me suspended in air and then swept me up and laid me on the bed. In his haste, he had forgotten to remove my dress, which was easier to do standing up, but between my wriggling and him pulling it came off from the bottom up without ripping (a very real possibility) and ended up on the floor by the foot of the bed next to my shoes.
I was sprawled naked on the bed, a look of simultaneous shock, hungry anticipation, and passion on my face (an expression very difficult to pull off, by the way). Facing me and staring hungrily into my eyes, Phil shrugged off his shirt, unbelted his pants, pulled them off pulled down his jockey shorts, and remembered to take off his shoes and socks.
I worked hard at watching with rapt attention while this all happened. But when Phil got down to his shorts, I knew it was going to turn out worthwhile. The man was hung!
I was well prepared for his nine-inch rod. All those hours, for days on end, playing with bigger and bigger dildos, followed by fanatical devotion to Kegel exercises to tone up my vaginal muscles kept me almost virginally tight but able to take any dick I’d ever seen on the first thrust. I was so glad that I had made the effort! It meant that I could just wet myself (my vagina juiced easily, for which I was very grateful) and relax without having to think about it. I could devote all my attention to bringing my lovers off and then slipping in to a deep, satisfying orgasm myself, even of my lover wasn’t that great.
But this guy was pretty good! As soon as he got out of his clothes his awkwardness ended and in a flowing motion he lunged at me and I was pinned under him. He kept his weight on his elbows, though and started nuzzling my neck and shoulders and kissing me. He worked from my face down my chest to my tits and sucked them hard, getting the nipples as hard as diamonds and then flicking them with his tongue. All the while I could feel his big, nude dick rubbing along the inside of my leg. After a while, he raised up, looked me in the eye, and put the tip of his cock right at my hole.
He pushed hard and straight, looking me straight in the eye the whole time as his long, thick cock slammed into my excruciatingly tight but very wet tunnel! I let out a muted scream (the walls in this hotel were not well insulated) and cried ‘This is so wonderful!’ while he pushed and pushed until he felt his dick rub against the rubbery ring of my cervix and then push even further. Phil couldn’t believe his good fortune! I had taken him all the way and I was just as tight as when we started!
I was enjoying this immensely. After a minute or two, I relaxed my pelvic muscles and let him slide more freely in and out of me but the initial penetration had felt great. It was nice not to have to do any of the work after keeping a grip on the first thrust. He was pistoning awesomely now, pounding my little cunny and hitting all the favorite places. He wasn’t much on foreplay, obviously, but I didn’t really need it this time. I would have liked a little clit play but I was ok without it. My pussy had already been feeling primed when we started, a juicy leftover from fucking my afternoon lover. The day guy was a regular who was gentle and sweet but often, like today, left me wanting more rough treatment to finish my satisfaction. This Phil guy obviously had no way of knowing about my afternoon tryst but it had made for a good deal for both of us: Phil got an exceptionally wet cunt and I got the rougher fuck I had been craving. I lay back and thoroughly enjoyed being fucked now by a dominant man with a big cock who knew what he was doing and was using me hard for his own pleasure.
He thrust away for a long time without changing positions or coming – an unnaturally long time, I thought, although I certainly wasn’t complaining. I wondered if he had taken a pill.
I was taking deep breaths now, as I neared my own orgasm, and my face was near his armpit. He smelled clean, manly and vigorous. Sweat broke out on his forehead (the room was warm) and upper body and dripped off him and right onto me, even on my face. Sometimes when that happened I thought it was gross but this time I didn’t mind at all. I was getting close!
I suddenly closed my eyes, tightened my vaginal muscles, my tummy went rigid, my toes curled, I took in a deep breath, my pretty pale chest turned all pink, and slid into a long, deep, reverberating, total-body, cosmically intense orgasm, one of the best and longest I had experienced in a very long time! It churned my inside and took me to someplace out of this world where time was like a ball thrown up in the air, freed from gravity, suspended for a moment, then speeding back to earth, where it hit hard and then bounced, and bounced, and bounced…. I started to feel like I was floating, coming down from somewhere.
I suddenly relaized that I must have had four or five orgasms in a row – I was multiorgasmic tonight! It must have been all the priming that afternoon, when my lover ate me out for half an hour, unintentionally getting my body ready for the unexpected main event with this new guy! As I came down from the high of these climaxes, one right after the other, I realized that the bed was wet. I had squirted! I was proud of my ability to squirt when I was really excited! It didn’t happen often but it was one of the things I liked best about my body.
Phil had reached the limit of even his awesome staying power. He was so stimulated by me! The way I moaned turned him on so much – I was completely in his power sexually and he was doing sexual things to my body so I would never be the same again. My incredibly tight pussy that loosened up a little as he fucked me, but I stayed tighter all the way through than most unts he knew were at the beginning of a fuck. And so wet! He couldn’t believe I gushed when I came! Guys would kill to make a girl squirt and he had done it on the first fuck with me! I just kept coming and coming and coming…
His orgasm was powerful and rippled in his groin as he thrust his hips, making me gasp from the f***e and then his dick erupted with a gusher of molten creamy hot semen that poured out of him into my deepest body and slushed around my already damp cunt, foaming with his thrusts, pushing out around his piston, mixing on the bed with my cunt water and making a puddle of our body fluids…
He shook his head, causing a more drops of sweat to fall above my head and on my forehead. He was feeling lightheaded and a bit out of it because his own orgasm was so powerful and mind-blowing. As he came down from the climax, he was aware that his penis had never felt better, deep in this warm, wet, tight channel that received him with such enthusiasm.
Although I was recovering from my orgasm more slowly, I had come first, so we got over it at about the same time. Suffused with deep pleasure and drowsiness, he let his sweaty body drop onto mine, enveloping my much smaller body and covering it completely. I squirmed and got into a comfortable position when he rolled onto his side and snuggled up to him.
I loved the feel of semen dripping out of my cunt and I was not disappointed that night. That feeling, plus the naked slide, was why I was willing, even eager, to let strangers come inside me without protection. It was almost as much a turn on for me as the sense of control I felt when I was with a big lug of a guy who could hurt me if he wanted. That little moment when Phil had started to get mad, thinking that I was a hooker, was the moment that I started to wet myself.
We fucked a second time that night, after we woke up and took a shower together. It was much slower but also very good. Maybe better for Phil, since he came a second time, not quite as hard but very well, and I orgasmed again but only once.
The sun flooded the hotel room with light when I woke up. I was lying alone in a wet bed that smelled of semen, with a faint hint of pussy. Dried come was sticking to my pubic hair and thighs. I glanced at the hotel radio-clock. It was late in the morning. Phil had said that he had to catch a plane this morning. Maybe he had already left.
I yawned and scratched my pussy, which was itchy from heavy use and dried come. I got up and glanced at the floor to check that my dress and shoes were still there. They were. My mouth felt a little sour but I noticed that something was different.
I don’t have the taste of come in my mouth this morning, I thought to myself. The guy didn’t ask me to suck him off. Usually they do. That was a strange night in another way, too. I figured a guy like him wouldn’t use a condom but a guy who wants to go bareback usually at least asks me if I use protection. Talking about it is part of the fantasy of plugging a fertile chick and he didn’t. Maybe not even asking was a domincance thing.
As I went to the bathroom, I saw the note on the desk, under an ashtray.
‘Mary,’ it read. ‘Thanks for the wonderful night! I want to see you again. Please send me your coordinates,’ and it gave an email address and mentioned a time in a few weeks when Phil expected to be back in town, on another business trip. ‘You can stay until checkout time. Don’t charge anything to the room – I’ve paid up. Here’s a little something to help you with that rent problem and get a good breakfast for yourself. I’ll see you in four weeks! Be sure to send me your number! Good luck on job hunting!’
There was 500$ under the ashtray.
It was signed ‘P’. I guessed that he wouldn’t sign his name – no telling where a note in his handwriting would pop up later. He wasn’t that dumb after all.
I showered, got dressed, and took the extra miniature shampoo bottle with me when I left.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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