Cant Judge A Book By Its Cover
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A few days had passed since Mr Wishart had gave me the note with his mobile number, and I was still quite shocked by the message which accompanied it, saying he was going to make me his slut.
I spent every waking minute since I received his number deleting it, then re-adding the same number. I just couldn't decide if I wanted to become his slut, his girl.
The day slowly passed, until an argument broke out between myself and my mum's stupid boyfriend. He just couldn't deal with my bikini being too revealing. I stormed into my room. Picking up my phone, I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a white drawstring bikini, which didn't hide my figure much at all, but I was wearing a bikini one size to small.
I couldn't stop myself from texting Mr Wishart. I sent him something totally silly to gauge his reaction. So I sent, 'What goes in soft and hardens and comes out soft and sticky?'
I honestly didn't expect a response so fast, he replied by saying, 'Call me Jake,' and then another beep came in saying, 'My cock after I cum inside my baby girl's pussy.'
My heart jumped at him calling me his girl. I so wanted to be his girl more than anything, since we fucked in the shower, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I laid on the bed and then quickly removed my bikini top, dropping it to the floor and adding it to the pile of discarded clothes. I held out my phone over my waist and snapped a picture. I inspected it before sending it. You could see my flat toned stomach to my neck. You could see my naked boobs on display and my hard sensitive nipples pointing up like bullets.
He replied, so fast with, 'Chelsea, I just want to cum all over those tits. Now prove that you belong to me and strip naked?'
I was shocked, but I quickly obeyed doing as I was told, and sent him a naughty picture to prove I was indeed naked.
In the photo, I was standing while seductively sucking on my finger, and angling the phone so he would see everything, my had nipples, even my clean shaven pussy.
He replied, 'Good girl, now start touching yourself.'
I knew I really shouldn't be doing this. From past arguments with my mum's boyfriend, I knew it wouldn't be long before he came and knocked on my bedroom door to apologise.
Though there was something about Mr Wishart that makes me unable to refuse. It didn't take long until I closed my eyes, putting my middle finger between my lips and sucked on it. I took my finger deep enough into my mouth to almost touch the back of my throat before I sucked hard, then pulled it out a little and licked it slowly.
I imagined sucking my finger was his big fat cock, the cock which took my virginity. Soon afterwards, I removed the imagined dick from my lips and slid it between my naked boobs, over my stomach, and delivered it to my anxious clit. My clit was on fire.
I rubbed with purpose and rhythm. I worked myself slowly and firmly. I slipped my finger, still glistening with my spit and desire, into myself once more. I felt how my finger slid against my aching pussy. I enjoyed a light tingle from deep within. My loud and slow exhale filled the otherwise silent bedroom.
I had been masturbating like this for the past twenty minutes or more and was getting close to a big finish. However, I kepted pausing to read and then to type on my phone as Mr Wishart, well, Jake gave instructions.
These little interruptions served to delay and to add to my heightened pleasure. With great anticipation, I read the message and replied quickly, and returned my hand to my body, pinching one of my already erect nipples.
The feeling made me arch my back on the bed beneath me as if to expose my nipples to someone even more than they already would have been, had there been someone else with me.
A moment later, my phone vibrated with another message. I read it quickly, putting my phone down, and then moved to all fours. I laid my chest onto the bed and put both hands between my thighs. The satin sheets teased my nipples as I leaned myself backwards to present my ass to an imaginary man, wishing it was Jake. Thinking of his cock pounding deep into me at just the right angle, I fingered myself with one hand and rubbed my clit hard and fast with the other.
My breathing became faster and deeper by the second until I couldn't take no more, trying desperately to keep quiet. I pressed my face into the pillow, I let out a loud but muffled scream as my fingers finally brought me to the peak and beyond. I rocked myself against my hands and rode wave after wave of pleasure for another long half-minute.
I collapsed onto my stomach, and laid still for a while with my eyes closed, enjoying the dizzying release.
A long while later, I sent one last message before I sat up and gathered my clothes from the floor near the bed and redressed myself. Tidying the bed, I thought to myself how this dirty little secret of mine has changed me.
Giving myself a quick little orgasm was no big deal, but sexting a teacher while doing it was a whole new level of naughtiness.
Just then, I hear a knock on my door. I screamed, "Leave me alone!" I know he wasn't doing anything wrong, I was just so horny I couldn't let him see me so turned on with my room smelling of sex.
As I finished yelling fuck off at my mum's boyfriend, a ping went off on my phone again. I read it quickly and it said, 'Meet me at the school carpark.' I quickly opened my bedroom door and slammed it shut. Seeing my mum's boyfriend standing outside in the hallway, shocked at my language, I walked straight past him.
I smiled at my newfound confidence as I walked back towards my mum's boyfriend, kissed him on the lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth, before turning for the stairs saying, "Don't wait up."
The school carpark was empty. Since it was Sunday, we had the whole carpark to ourselves. He finally pulled up in a red sedan. I slowly walked up to his car, getting into the passenger side.
"Anyone in the building?" I asked.
He shook his head, asking if my mum knew where I was.
"She thinks I'm behaving at home," I purred.
I leaned over and pulled his face towards mine. We kissed, tongues dancing, and his hands slipped under my summer dress.
He smiled moaning, "Perfect."
As he found I wasn't wearing any lingerie, he pushed me firm against the seat reclining it, pinning me down with one arm and put his head close to my inner thighs. I could smell my sweet juice as he slowly licked up my inner thigh.
Jake's fingers started exploring my shaven pussy; my soft, smooth lips were soaking wet. He parted my legs so he could slip his willing tongue inside my young aching pussy.
I couldn't believe this was again another first having my pussy licked and sucked by Jake in a carpark. Oh God, my little hard very wet clit couldn't take much more. I was moaning and moaning, my orgasm crashing down upon me like waves crashing against me.
As I slowly recovered, Jake kissed me on the lips passionately before moaning into my ear, "You ready to head back to mine and cement our newfound love?"
I agreed and kissed him again with so much passion, knowing I'd officially became his girl. Once inside, we didn't even make it past the doorway before Jake was pulling my clothes dress above my head.
What came next was heaven.
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I was at home in my bed. When some wan came to the door. she was my friend christna she had tripp pants on big round booty big round tits and she was thin and had long black hair she had a coreset on with spikes on it and she had a black cloak on she came up to me and started kissing me un zipping my pants i told her i have a gf named tasha she a white chuby women with long black hair big tits big booty big belly she said i wont tell dont wurry ass she sarted to suck my dick and then took me to...
Houlihan lingered overeach shot for several minutes. He had never faced this situation before in his life. He was enraged and shocked and totally turned on. He had a thing for young girls, and even being in his mid twenties, never seemed to show interest in anyone his own age. He despised slutty women, yet the more reserved women who crossed his path bored him. Women should be saints everywhere except the bedroom, that was his theory on things. Girls like Monica enraged him because he was well...
FetishGET IN THE CAR,” Jen demanded when she pulled up right in front of my work’s main office doors. It was quarter to six in the evening. I stayed an extra forty-five minutes late at work to finish off some stuff that I didn’t want to clutter my desk when I come back Monday morning. “Jen?” I was in shock to find her picking me up after work. Since the night she came over to my place and we fucked each other until the wee hours of dawn, we haven’t seen each other. The odd times we caught each...
‘You know what, Marques, I’m gone. I’m tired of your shit. Move!’ Freeze Every time I try to leave, he keeps pulling me back. Even when I fight, I still fall weak to him. I mean I know he’s not good for me, but he’s good to me and makes me feel like nothing I’ve ever felt before. In his arms I feel safe and free from all that comes with him. It’s like when he touches me I become a slave to his passion, he’s my master. I get weak as his lips touch my skin. He knows I like when he kisses my...
This is my first venture into publishing on Literotica – please be kind! The story is my own, though the characters are not. Well, one of them isn’t. If you haven’t already, you must read Patricia51’s novellas Bridget’s Nights and Bridget’s Days. This story is based around the character Bridget O’Brien, and while it is effectively a stand-alone, it would help to get the background. Patricia has graciously allowed me to take her beguiling heroine into the most tumultuous period of recent Irish...
At his age family outings were a rare event for Sam. But the Landing Family still did get together for the occasional weekend excursion. Which is how Sam found himself on a nature hike with his cousin Bridget. Her hot body leading him up and down the narrow pathways of a forest reserve. Watching Bridget’s ass sway back and forth in her tight jean shorts was giving Sam some very naughty thoughts indeed. And from time to time Sam found himself fingering his billfold as he considered the magic...