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Fuck Mike. For six weeks we were having sex pretty much non-stop. I hated to admit but I was actually falling for him. He had everything I wanted, good looks, a six -pack, and a witty sense of humor. He also had a fiancé who lived in Boston that he neglected to tell me about, and he was planning on moving there to be with her. I would’ve been okay with a casual relationship if he was honest but in the end, he was just another asshole who lied to get what he wanted. Fuck Mike.
After our final fight, I returned home exhausted. The hurtful words he spewed were still reverberating through my ears. I’ve been called a slut many times throughout my life, but the way he said it was filled with such vile and contempt, I actually felt broken. I sat down on my couch and started crying. It was the first time in a long time tears fell from my face over a boy. Yet I still wanted him. I wanted his lips on my lips and his hand between my legs. I wanted to feel him inside of me. And it devastated me that I knew that I would never feel that from him again.
I lifted up my skirt, pushed my panties to the left and started rubbing my wet cunt. The thought of the first time we fucked replayed in my mind. How he pushed me up against the wall. Unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them to the floor before inserting his cock into me. He fucked me like a jackhammer. He was strong and in control, and I loved every second of it. With every thrust, he was driving me crazy. With every thrust, my body was ready to explode. With every thrust, I was crying for more. And then he came. My pussy was soaking in his seed, and all I could think about was how bad I wanted him back inside of me.
I made myself cum thinking about our first time together, yet my fingers couldn’t bring the same pleasure his cock brought, and that made me start crying again.
After composing myself I took my laptop out of my bag and checked my email before going to Lush. The second I got on I was inundated with pokes and chat requests. It made me feel good that so many strangers and online friends wanted to talk to me. While exchanging words with some of my favorite people on Lush, TheDirtyDad popped on and immediately poked me. In kindness, I poked him back. Seconds later his avatar reappeared on my screen and it said, “What’s going on hot stuff? When do you want to meet?”
That’s the way he usually starts every conversation. Since we both live in Phoenix he felt that he had to try. It became a running joke between the two of us. As did all the ways I could say no. Unlike others on this site he didn’t huff and puff when I rejected a meeting, he took it in stride. Yet he kept on trying. Maybe it was because of the end of my relationship. Maybe it was because I was really horny. Maybe it was a mixture of both that caused me to type “Tonight” instead of my usual rejection filled response.
Almost immediately he responded with, “I should report you to the ACLU for age discrimination. LOL J/K.”
I knew it. He had his responses ready before I even sent my answer.
Within a microsecond, he responded once again by saying, “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Meet me at Monkey Pants in Tempe in an hour.”
“Where is it?” he asked.
“Google it J,” I replied. “See you in an hour before quickly leaving Lush.”
I then went to take a shower. As the water splashed against my 34B-22-30 body, my right hand found itself between my legs. As I rubbed my clit I started fantasizing about Chuck AKA TheDirtyDad. He wasn’t like most of the men I’d consider sharing my body with. Not only was he nearly thirty years older than me, but he wasn’t my type, he was a hippy. Every conversation we had always included his new age beliefs, how weed wasn’t recreational but for spiritual purposes, and how bad he wanted to fuck me. Which I found really sweet.
An hour later I was ready. I was dressed in a tight grey sweater, a short (yet cute) black skirt, and nothing else. I opened my phone, tapped on Uber, and within ten minutes my ride was there. Three minutes later I arrived at Monkey Pants. I was late by at least thirty minutes. If my date was this late I would’ve left and sent him or her a plethora of nasty texts, but I didn’t give Chuck my number. Plus I knew how bad he wanted me, and he’d wait until last call for me to get there.
As I entered the bar, the aroma of stale beer seeped into my nostrils and old punk music filled my ears. I would expect nothing less from one of my favorite dive bars. The joint was filled with a few of the regulars, who were scattered at the bar and a few of the tables. And in a booth directly across from the bar sat Chuck. He was sipping a Pabst Blue Ribbon, and looked kind of sad as the can touched his lips. A smile appeared on his face as he saw me walk toward him. He stood up as I approached the booth and greeted me with a gigantic bear hug.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said as his embrace tightened. “I really thought you were going to stand me up.”
I could feel his erect cock trying to escape his jeans as his body pressed against mine. It felt nice. So I rubbed my body against his as I said, “It would be rude if I did that.”
“It would be rude of me if I didn’t buy you a drink,” he said as he let go of his embrace. “What’s your poison?”
“A red wine,” I said as I sat down at the booth.
Within minutes he returned from the bar with a glass of wine and another PBR. As he sat down next to me he held up his drink and said, “Cheers.”
We clinked our drinks and he said, “You look even hotter in person.”
“Thank you,” I said as I sipped my wine. “You look even more dashing in person.”
“It’s because I got a beard trim this morning,” he said laughing. “I can’t believe you actually agreed to meet me. What made you finally say yes?”
I then proceeded to tell about the brutal end to my short relationship with Mike and how I needed to take my mind off my problems.
“Mike sounds like an asshole,” Chuck said as took another drink from his beer.
“He is,” I said with a giggle.
“One day he’ll regret walking out on you,” he said. “I know I live with love regrets everyday.
He then told me about his first wife and how he walked out on her. He said he got married too early and wasn’t mature enough to handle being married to her or being a parent to his two kids. When he finally realized that he made the biggest mistake of his life, it was too late, she was remarried and he was truly alone. He then told me he went from relationship to relationship until he got married for a second time. This time however he didn’t marry out of love, he married out of responsibility. When she told him she was pregnant with twins he swore he was going to be a good father, so he put a ring on her finger. Two years into the marriage they both realized it was a mistake and went their separate ways. Now they share custody while he looks for true love.
“You’re still young,” he said. “You should be out there having fun, and not dwelling on guys like Mike. You can dwell when you’re eighty.”
“You’re funny,” I said.
“I must be dreaming, cause I’m usually not this funny,” he replied.
I then pinched him, as I said, “No you’re not.”
He chuckled as he said, “I’m glad I’m not. I’ve dreamed about meeting you since I first saw your pics. And as you know from our chats I’ve dreamed about doing a lot more than having drinks with you.”
“I know that,” I replied.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he said.
“How often do you jerk off thinking about me?” I whispered into his ear.
“Every night,” he replied. “I print out your pictures and spray my load all over them imagining it’s really you.”
“Mmmm,” I said as I sipped my wine. “Tell me more.”
“That’s it,” he replied. “I just peruse your gallery, find a picture, print it out and stroke my cock until it explodes all over it.”
“Poor baby,” I said.
“I know,” he replied.
We talked for another hour. He told me about his daily mediation. I told him how I was ready to graduate college and go work for my mom. There wasn’t an awkward break in our conversation, it just went smoothly, that is until he looked at his watch and said, “It’s getting late, I should probably get going.”
“This was fun,” I said.
“Maybe we can do it again,” he said.
“Maybe,” I replied.
“Tease,” he said chuckling.
In the parking lot I gave him a hug before we said our goodbyes. After we separated he walked to his 2009 Honda Accord and I pulled out my phone to call an Uber. Just as I was about to request a car he turned around and asked, “Do you need a ride?”
“I’m about to call an Uber,” I said as I noticed the nearest driver was ten minutes away.
“Why pay for a ride when you can get one for free?” he asked.
I couldn’t argue with his logic so I climbed into his car for the short ride to my house. Three minutes later we arrived at my place. As he parked his car on the driveway he looked at me and said, “I guess this is goodbye.”
“It is unless you want to come in,” I said.
He looked surprised. You could tell from the look on his face that he didn’t know what to say. After a few long seconds, he simply asked, “Really?”
“Yes,” I replied.
He quickly got out of the car and followed me up to the porch and into my house. Once inside he looked around the foyer and asked, “This place is impressive, how much is rent?”
“Nothing,” I replied.
“How’d you swing that?” he asked as we walked into the living room.
“My dad bought it for me,” I replied.
“Do you have a sugar daddy?” he asked as we sat down on the couch.
“Nope, just a regular dad,” I said. “When I started ASU I didn’t live in the dorms. I commuted every day. As I complained about traffic to my parents my dad bought me a house near campus.”
“So you’re a spoiled princess,” Chuck said laughing.
“I prefer to say that I’m lucky,” I replied.
“That’s one way of putting it,” he said as his laugh got even louder.
“What are you going to do when you go home?” I asked.
“What I do every night,” he said while laughing. “I’m going to print out one of your pics and jerk off.”
“Do it now,” I said seductively.
“What did you say?” he asked as his face turned bright red.
“That you should print one of my pics and let me watch you cum all over it,” I replied.
“That’s what I thought you said,” he said with a slight stutter.
“Will you?” I asked pouting.
“Yes,” he said with an uncertain look on his face.
I then got off the couch, grabbed my laptop and handed it to him. He logged onto Lush and started going through my gallery. Like a man a mission, he clicked through a couple hundred of my pictures until he landed on the two hundred and ninety-third one. As he hit print he looked at me and said, “This is my favorite.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you look so sexy in that pink dress,” he replied.
I then left the room and walked to my office (where the printer’s located) to grab the printout. Knowing how bad he wanted me was driving me crazy. So, I sat down in the chair at my desk, lifted up my skirt, and furiously finger fucked myself until I quickly came. I then took off all my skirt and sweater before taking the picture from the printer.
As I returned he had already shed his clothes as he sat on the couch stroking his long, meaty member. As I handed him the picture he tried to touch my naked body. As I rejected his advances I said, “Stand in the entrance of the living room, put the picture on the floor and stroke until you cum all over it.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said as he grabbed the picture.
I spread my legs and inserted my fingers as he put the picture on the floor and started stroking. Instead of looking at the pic, he was longingly staring me as I brought myself to another orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said while he continued stroking.
“Don’t look at me,” I moaned. “Pretend I’m not here.”
“Okay baby,” he said as he focused on my picture and continued stroking.
You could tell that he’d rather watch me play with myself than staring at a picture of me. To his credit he kept his eye on the prize and continued playing with his penis.
A few minutes later a large load of cum flew out of his cock and landed all over the picture, and floor. I then jumped off the couch and crawled over to him. My tongue first hit the floor and licked up the white goo that laid upon it. I then grabbed the picture and licked up the jizz that was on there.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” he said as I stood up and walked the picture to the garbage in the kitchen.
“I know,” I yelled from the other room.
When I returned from there he was in the process of putting his pants back on.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I screamed.
“I thought we were finished,” he replied.
“We’re not done until I say we’re done,” I said adamantly.
“Yes ma’am,” he said with pure excitement as he dropped his pants for the second time.
I then grabbed him by his flaccid cock and walked him upstairs to my room. Once inside I plopped myself onto my king sized bed, spread my legs and beckoned for him to put his face between them.
He quickly spread my pussy lips and started licking my clit as he penetrated my wet cunt with two of his fingers. After making me cum he quickly moved up my body and kissed my stomach, my tits, and my face. He then started alternating between kissing my lips and sucking on my perky erect nipples.
After doing that for several minutes he had me get on all fours. He got behind me and started licking both my asshole and pussy. He then put fingers into my ass and pussy and played with both holes until I had another orgasm.
By this point, I desperately wanted his cock. I wanted to feel it get hard in my mouth. He now sat on the edge of my bed as I got between his legs and started stroking his quasi-hard penis. I then put into my mouth where it achieved full erection.
After several minutes of blowing him he said, “I want your pussy.”
I got onto my back, and he once again put his head between my thighs and started eating me out.
“Why are you teasing me,” I cried out in ecstasy. “I want to feel your cock inside of me.
He didn’t seem to care what I wanted, because his tongue continued to play in my love box. So I continued to beg for him to fuck me. He finally relented and moved his body upward, and started fucking my tight pussy.
“You’re so big,” I squealed as he entered me.
He then leaned in and started kissing me as his cock moved in and out of me.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I screamed as I came all over his hard dick.
He then started fucking me harder and harder until I came again.
He continued fucking me for a few more minutes in that position before we changed it up. He laid on the bed and I sat on his cock. He grabbed my ass and moved me up and down his massive unit.
“Do you like the way I’m bouncing up and on your dick?” I cooed.
“Yes baby,” he said as he sped up his thrusts.
“Oh God,” I cried out. “Don’t stop fucking me.”
After he heard those words he picked me up off his cock, carried me to his face, and plopped me down onto it. I then started bouncing on his tongue.
“Taste that pussy,” I said as I gyrated on his head.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him back inside of me. I begged and I begged for it, but he simply said, “No.”
“Please give it to me,” I cried.
“No,” he said. “You’re the kind of girl who gets everything she wants. Right?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“I want something,” he said.
“Anything,” I replied.
“Did you get off watching me jerk off on your picture?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you always fuck guys you just meet?” he asked while stroking his cock.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you know what that makes you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“If you want my cock then tell me what that makes you,” he said.
“A dirty little whore,” I replied.
“Say it again, but this time, scream it at the top of your lungs,” he demanded.
“I’m a dirty little whore,” I screamed with excitement.
“Then suck my cock like one,” he ordered.
I spit on his cock and started licking it before deep throating it. The second I gagged he said, “A dirty whore wouldn’t gag, you don’t deserve my cock.”
“Please,” I begged.
“No,” he replied. “You said you were a dirty whore. It looks like you lied. You know what liars get?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“A spanking,” he answered.
He then had me lay over his rock hard cock. He ordered that lay still, and if I moved I’ll never get to experience his cock again. He then slapped his hand onto my ass.
“Owww,” I cried.
He then spread my legs a little before slapping me again.
“Please give me your cock,” I cried.
“No,” he said. “Every time I saw you on Lush you teased me with your pics. Now it’s my turn to tease you.
He then got off the bed, stood at the edge of it and started stroking his cock. As I started pleasuring myself he yelled, “Don’t. You can’t even enjoy thinking about my penis. All you get to do is watch.”
“Please give it to me,” I cried.
“When I cum I’m going to cum on my hand instead of all over you,” he gloated.
“Please give it to me,” I cried.
“No baby,” he exclaimed as he continued stroking.
“Please,” I cried.
“If you want it get on all fours and put your ass in the air,” he ordered.
I did as he asked. He then rejoined me on my bed, got behind me and started eating my asshole.
“Oh god,” I cried.
“Does my dirty whore like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I cried.
“Does my dirty whore like being fucked in the ass?” he asked.
“Yes,” I cried.
“Dirty whore do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” he asked.
“Yes,” I continued crying.
He then started teasing my asshole with his large cock. Just as I thought he was about to enter it, he entered my pussy instead. He started fucking it like it was the last cunt on the planet. He was going fast and furious. Each thrust was driving me crazier and crazier. And then as he shot his load inside of me I achieved my most intense orgasm of the night.
“You were wonderful,” he said as he plopped onto the bed.
“You were too,” I said before kissing him. “It was kind of hot.”
“I must be dreaming,” he said.
I once again pinched him and told him he wasn’t.
“You’re funny,” he said.
“And I love it when guys get aggressive,” I said.
“I guess I just kind of snapped when you wouldn’t let me watch you play with yourself,” he said.
“I was kind of hoping you’d take charge and start fucking me right there,” I replied.
“So you like it when guys take charge?” he asked.
“I find it sexy,” I answered.
“Did I make you forget all about Mike?” he asked.
“You did until this very second, I said laughing.
“Could Mike last all night?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“I bet you don’t think an old man like me can keep up with a dirty whore like you,” he said.
“Prove to me you can,” I said with a giggle.
He then gave me a kiss on the lips before moving down and kissing my pussy.
We fucked for the rest of the night, and probably fell asleep at some point in the early morning. When I woke up he was gone. On my nightstand was three one hundred dollar bills and a note that read, “This truly makes you a dirty little whore.”
Most girls would be sickened by his gesture. Me, I couldn’t wait to see him again.
Dottie
- 13.05.2020
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