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Shepherdsville Erotic Story
My friend Alexis emailed me an outline of her account of this major event in her life, then worked with me to compile a reasonably accurate chronology that also conveys an understanding of the full emotional impact...
her story of what happened...
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Chapter One
The invitation to the party came from a girl I know at work. She assured me that there would be good looking guys there, the wealthy eligible type, single guys who were loaded. I had dumped my boyfriend several weeks ago when I saw him with another girl, so she knew I was hurting and looking. It wounded my ego that he wanted someone else. The girl was pretty and had a real nice shape, but so was I, and so did I... at least that's what all the guys told me...
I had been lost for some time in that place where egos go when they are feeling there is something wrong with them. I was busily searching my soul. Was I not pretty enough or sexy enough? Did he not like my body? Was I boring, or uninteresting, too conservative or too controlling? What was it that drove him to seek another girl? I felt so violated I had actually cried myself to sleep several nights. I was so sure he had been Mister Right. That was the part that hurt... he was real cool...
Those self depreciating thoughts were rattling around in my head when pretty, sexy Salina plopped herself down on the edge of my desk and asked me if I wanted to go to a real cool party at a real classy rich guy's house on the east side. Thinking back, I should have considered the kind of girl Salina was before I said I would go. A nice slender body, with curves in all the right places, real shapely legs, she tends to be a tart, in every sense of the word, the way she flirts and dresses: in tiny body hugging, revealing outfits, skirts and dresses that seem to stop where her slender thighs begin, and tops that reveal rather than hide her ample breasts. A bare midriff is normal on Salina, as are six inch stilettos. She get the attention of every guy in the office, every day.
I, on the other hand, was the antithesis of Salina, always ultraconservative. All of my lovers, and I've had my share, told me that I have really beautiful body and that I was a great lay. I believe my body is just as nice, perhaps even better than Salina's. Who knows. But I certainly don't flaunt my body like she does. That day I was so into my funk about my ex-boyfriend's infidelity, and my deflated ego, that the idea of having some fun and being with men was too appealing to turn down.
Salina insisted I meet her at her place. The party was tomorrow night. We were going to drive to there in her red Corvette. That was something else that should have raised flags. I never understood how Salina, with what she earned as an administrative assistant, could not only afford a new Corvette, but could also afford to operate it. Whatever! I figured it was a gift from her parents, or some rich boyfriend, or? Anyway, I agreed to come to her place late Saturday afternoon about five, to get ready for the party, which she said started around seven. Salina chuckled and assured me we would arrive fashionably late.
What she said next should have stopped me in my tracks. I was to wear a real short mini skirt to show lots of leg. When she saw my reaction, my reluctance, she immediately complemented me on my legs, saying she wished she had beautiful legs like mine. I just smiled. I hadn't expected that from her. Lots of guys have said I have beautiful legs. She kept up the compliments about my legs and my shape until my body language told her that I would wear the mini. Then she told me I had to wear a little halter to show cleavage, to show off my beautiful breasts, and lots of midriff of course. This time I just smiled. I had less of a problem with that. Salina touched my firm flat tummy and grinned. Her hand felt like a heat pad. I wasn't used to such intimacy from women. Stilettos were a much, she added. In other words I was to dress like her. I laughed at her suggestion, gave her a bit of a rough time, told her it just was not me, but she insisted. She said she wanted the guys to see how truly beautiful I am, that it's about time I stopped hiding it.
At first I just smiled, feeling genuinely warmed by her personable compliment, then I stiffened in my chair for a moment. Could that be it? Had I been dressing and acting far too conservative for my boyfriend? I know I have a tendency to cover up my curves and my body, but not because I am embarrassed, quite the contrary. I always thought there was a time and place for that. Reflecting on that, I could be that I had been too limiting about that "time and place." In that instant I was resolved. I nodded repeatedly to Salina and assured her I had the perfect outfit.
To make a long story short, I lied. I did not have the perfect outfit. I didn't have anything even close to what she suggested. No mini skirts, no stilettoes, and certainly no skimpy halters. That just wasn't me, or more accurately I hadn't given that side of me the opportunity to wear things like that. Not that I hadn't thought about it. The shortest skirt I had probably measured 17 inches from the waist, and I seldom wore it. My tops always covered me well beyond the waist, never a bare midriff. But I was ready to change, big time. An inner voice pleaded with me to show off my bod, just like Salina. Frankly, I wanted to get laid. It had been too long.
So Saturday morning, as soon as our premier regional mall was open I was shopping for clothes, things Salina would wear. I struggled with the skirt, wanting something about 14 inches, but they didn't have skirts that length. Skirts were either in the 16 inch plus length or 10 inch and less range. Minis like the ones Salina wore were in the 10 inches and less range. I immediately found I had to wear it low on my hips to sufficiently cover the rest of me. No wonder she shows so much midriff. Like Salina's skirts, they seemed to stop where my thighs began. I chose a dark grey crepe one that had a little fleck to it. On my hips it covered me by about three inches.
I guess I could live with that. It sure showed off my legs real nice. I had never seen so much thigh on me in a skirt. I kinda liked it. In comparison to other women's thighs I think mine are real nice.
A fine, hidden zipper ran the length of the skirt permitting it to be opened from the bottom. The saleslady said it was normally worn in front or on one side, unzipped a couple of inches to show some thigh. I just smiled, like I knew that, convinced there was no way in hell that I would ever walk around partially unzipped. I was showing quite enough thigh, thank you.
The sleeveless black top I finally bought buttoned up the front, shiny black buttons that stopped a few inches above my navel. I liked it because it was kind of metallic with some silver fleck in it, to match my skirt. Held in place by thin spaghetti straps, the top not only left the requisite bare midriff, it also showed lots of cleavage. If I undid a few buttons at the top and bottom I could expose more of my ample chest and more midriff. I tried it on in the change room with the skirt. The combo left at least eight inches of bare midriff, showing of my six pack abs real nice. I chuckled. I looked hot. I liked my new image.
Salina hadn't said anything about stockings, and seldom wore them so I assumed I didn't need to worry about them. I was sure my bare, nicely tanned legs would be fine. I selected shiny black, six inch stilettos with thin straps and bare toes. You know the kind, with a couple of inches under the toe. It helped because I am so short. Frankly, I've always wanted to buy shoes like that, but never dared to actually do it. I guess I could rationalize that I was doing this because Salina insisted. Blame it on her.
When it came to panties I recalled seeing Salina bent over her desk on occasion and knew she wore the tiny lacy g-sting variety, something I could get at Victoria Secret. Naturally I bought black lace. By two that afternoon I had my outfit. I had done my best to be classy with each selection so as not to look too much like a slut. Salina insisted I wear my long hair down and to put on extra make-up. When I had the entire outfit on, hair brushed out and my make-up applied I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a classy little tart, a pretty one, with a hot body, but a tart nonetheless. I liked the look.
I'm 5'3", have a slender, athletic 115 pound body, and am very proud of my natural 35C breasts. I especially like my large areola and thick nipples. I have a small 23 inch waist that I work on every morning with 500 to 600 crunches to keep my abs tight and defined. My 34" hips tend to be a slender compared to most girls, but I prefer that. I have good legs, nicely defined calves and smooth muscular thighs from many hours of ballet, gymnastics, track, tennis and swimming. I'm a bit of a health nut. I like to work out every day. I also like to run.
I have long, thick auburn hair that extends well below my shoulders, when I wear it down.
The overall combination blew my mind; the skimpy outfit exposed almost every inch of my bare legs, my bare midriff, and the curves of my breasts. I was showing a lot of cleavage. I have never in my life shown so much skin except in my bikini at the beach. I do wear bikinis. I'm not a total prude.
In the six inch stilettos with my hair down and the extra make-up, despite the quality of the top and the skirt, I felt like a tart. The outfit itself was very sexy and very alluring. I knew the guys would like me tonight. To hell with my ex-boyfriend. I wanted to get laid and dressed like this, it was a shoe-in
I got in my little black Honda Accord and drove off to Salina's place, acutely aware when in the sitting position I had to pull hard on the hem of my mini to cover my sheer, black lace g-string panties. I also had to keep my legs closed, tight. It was going to be an interesting evening.
I got lost trying to find Salina's loft. I had to call her on my cell to direct me in. To my surprise she had a neat fourth floor loft in a rather rough part of town that seemed so open, and so different to the life I was used to living. It was on the top floor and was additionally lit with overhead skylights. She had plants and quality furniture everywhere. When I asked about her car, she said she kept her red Corvette in a secure garage on the lower level. She could access the garage from inside her entry. She liked the security. She assured me we would put my car in there when we left. There was sufficient space for two cars and storage. I felt better already.
After our second glass of Merlot, with the entire loft filled with loud cool music that seemed to come from everywhere, Salina added a little more make-up where she thought I had been too conservative, and insisted I put on a sheer black lace halter top that she had. The part that bothered me was you could see my areola and my nipples, not easily, but if you looked close. I preferred my solid opaque black top to her semi-sheer one, but feeling brave, probably because of the music and the wine, I relented and put it on. Then Salina insisted that I remove my panties before we left her place. I immediately balked and started to give her a rough time about that but she just grinned and said to trust her. I had never gone out without panties. She effectively dared me, telling me how excited the guys would be when they found out. I'll be honest, the idea actually excited me. She showed me that she was not wearing any. That was the first time I had seen her vagina. She was shaved completely smooth. Not a hair in sight anywhere. Her labia extended at least half an inch. That only happens to me when I am excited. The lips of her vagina appeared wet. It was an erotic sight that called for our third glass of Merlot while I contemplated her demand.
When I finally, very reluctantly removed my panties and she saw I still had some pubic hair, she insisted we remove all of it. I shave off most of my pubic hair to wear my bikinis. All I had left was a small vee. This time I thought she was going too far but the effects of the third glass of wine, the hot music, her gentle fingers on my pussy caressing my pubic hair, and the image of her smooth bald cunt softened my resistance. What the hell, I said, "Why not?"
"The guys will love it," she said. I assumed she meant when I stripped for them for sex. The pure naughtiness of it all brought a smile to my face. We were pulling out all the stops. This party would be, without a doubt, a walk on the wild side.
She helped me strip, then had me sit on the toilet with my legs spread wide. On her knees, she applied hot lather and gently rubbed it in, taking her time with me, talking to me, playing casually with my clit as she did it, getting me seriously hot.
"Oh, God, Salina.... that feels so good...." I had never felt the hands of a woman on me before. She was so gentle and so skilled. It had been weeks since I had been laid, and since I seldom masturbated this was making me tremble. A warm glow was spreading out from my loins, engulfing me. When she slid two fingers into me I started to come. "Yessssssssss," I hissed, bracing myself and lifting my hips.
When I eventually calmed down she started to shave me. Salina was good. She skillfully caressed my engorged clit as she did it, keeping me hot, keeping me on the edge of another orgasm. At one point she had me slip my arms under my knees and pull my thighs back so she could get it all. I was soon as smooth and bald as a baby. When she applied lotion she once more played with my clit, only this time sliding three fingers into me and bringing her mouth down on me, licking my clit with an intensity that really set me off again. I was squealing with pure delight. I loved it.
She stood up and smiled. "You come quick, Alexis. I like that." I was a little embarrassed so I just smiled.
Once I calmed down I casually put my outfit back on. I was in no rush to cover my nudity. As I dressed she had me pull on a pair of black sheer thigh-high stockings with lace tops, she said to complete my outfit. I guess I had been wrong about the stockings. My problem was the ones she gave me stopped about three inches below the short hem of my mini skirt. I balked but she insisted, saying I looked incredibly sexy like that. When I saw myself in the full length mirror I agreed.
I no longer looked like a little tart, I looked like a whore. Salina had successfully transformed me from a conservative, uptight office girl to a cheap little tramp. Instead of being offended by my image I was excited and I was wet. My nipples were thick and hard. If Salina had wanted to do me again I would have let her. I wondered if my ex-boyfriend would have left me if I'd always dressed like this for him? Fuck him. I decided at that moment that I would do whatever Salina wanted me to do. I was turned on like I have never been turned on in my life. Tonight I would be a little whore, just like Salina. I wanted to experience life on the wild side.
It was awakening old slut fantasies that I never dared bring to light.
On the drive to the house Salina had the top down. The warm breeze felt good on my hot skin. This time I hadn't bothered to pull the hem down. I even spread my legs a little because the breeze felt so good on my super heated vagina. Salina had me unbutton two more buttons on the top I was wearing so she could see more cleavage. I didn't even hesitate. Then she had me pull the zipper of my skirt up a couple of inches to show more thigh. I felt almost naked. A few times she casually ran her hand over my left thigh then gently caressed my smooth bald cunt, flicking my engorged slit, doing a dammed good job of keeping me perpetually wet and hot. Deep in the recesses of my slutty little mind I really wanted her to do me again.
We parked behind a large black seven series BMW in the large entry court. There were Porches there, and lots of other exotic cars. They all looked so cool and so fucking expensive. My Honda would have looked out of place. I got out and walked up to the grand front door with Salina, a little self conscious of my semi-nudity. She seemed right at home. Perhaps the wine was wearing off. Maybe it was because the hot music of her loft and her Corvette was also missing.
The front door was opened the moment Salina hit the button. A handsome, nicely dressed man like you would see on the cover of GQ opened the door and gave Salina an intimate hug and then kissed her passionately. I waited until they were done, looking away to give them privacy. I felt a little uncomfortable because his hands were all over her body, caressing her ass and her breasts and even moving between her legs. Salina seemed to love it.
I should have considered it a red flag when I entered the large living room of the huge house and saw that there were only two other girls there, both dressed like Salina and I, and well over a dozen men. All the men were dressed in real expensive slacks, shirts and loafers, more like you would expect at a high class party. All of them could have been models for GQ. My God, they looked good enough to eat. I didn't think anything about the other girls because I was still caught up in my own little world, self conscious of being dressed like a semi-nude slut, my ego still bruised from my boyfriend's infidelity and very anxious to have the men like me. I just wanted to let go and experience the life of a slut tonight. I wanted to get laid. No! I had to get laid.
As I scanned the place I became aware that Scott, the handsome hunk who had greeted Salina was looking at me with obvious interest, scanning my body slowly from head to toe, every so often looking into my eyes. Turned on by his interest in me, I thrust out my chest, pleased now that I was wearing the semi-sheer top that Salina had given me, aware my nipples were poking through.
As all of this was going on Salina introduced me to Scott. With a sense of purpose, like I was being offered to him, he came towards me and gently took me into his arms, looking deep into my eyes like one looks into one's soul. The aroma of his cologne was so intoxicating. The scent was making me hot. His arms gradually closed around me, bringing my body into contact with his. I lay my head on his chest, enjoying the caress, looking at Salina as she moved into the arms of yet another guy. I felt my breasts press against Scott's powerful chest and felt the evidence of his desire for me, the telltale contours of a growing erection pressing into my abdomen. My heart was racing, I got me so fucking hot that I had caused that. It had been almost two months since I had felt the hard shaft of a man. Screw my ex. Scott could have me, and any other guy who wanted me.
I watched in amazement as the guy Salina was with slid his hands over her short skirt, caressing her shapely butt, then lifted it, exposing her bare ass to other men in the room. His hand then slipped over her bare ass and down, between her legs to her sex. I could hear her moan. A moment later Scott did exactly the same thing with me. I gasped when I felt his warm hand on the bare skin at the back of my leg. Should I stop him? I wasn't that kind of girl. But I really wanted this. He was getting me hot. I was lost in the feeling of his hand moving up under the short hem of my skirt, caressing the firm globes of my bare ass. At that moment I was so happy Salina had talked me into not wearing any panties. There were no barriers to his exploration of me. By not doing anything to stop him, by not wearing any panties, I was giving him an invitation to explore further. I moaned softly when his fingers slipped between my thighs and into my wet vagina. Since Salina had responded by wrapping her arms around the man's neck and had done nothing to stop him from playing with her body, I slid my arms around Scott's neck and did nothing to stop him. This was so fucking wicked and so fucking erotic. I was being a true slut and was loving it.
From out of the fog of desire I had plunged into I felt his other hand grip the base of my neck and pull my head around so he could kiss me. When our lips met a surge of electrical current passed between us. His lips were so dry and soft, his kiss so tantalizingly gentle. Scott was so much bigger than I was, so much taller, and broader and stronger and muscular, where I was I was so small, so soft and so yielding. I loved the contrast and I loved his kiss, and I also loved his hands on my body. My mouth opened to receive his insistent tongue, letting him explore my mouth and taste me as his fingers played with my clit and explored my vagina. The soft, gentle kiss and his gentle fingers were so passionate, so incredibly intense, I felt like I was going to come. I am sure he sensed this because he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, his warm chocolate brown eyes seemed alive with a fire burning within him.
"You are more beautiful than I expected,"he said, his fingers still busy in my pussy. I was virtually on the edge of having an orgasm.
I smiled and blushed, then whispered, "Thank you," my eyes fluttering as his expert fingers brought me off. It was a good thing my arms were around his neck and that I was suspended on his hand at my neck and his hand between my thighs, otherwise I would have dissolved into a puddle at his feet. He watched in fascination as I trembled and came, a soft, sexy satisfied smile all over his handsome face. I was his now and he knew it. He kissed me again, aware of just how shaky my breathing was, how soft my lips were, how hot and wet I was. He was in control. I was his toy. A moment later he moved his lips over my eyes, and kissed my forehead.
"Unbutton your top and show me your beautiful breasts." He whispered directly into my ear, nibbling on it, kissing it, using his tongue on it, sending so many different delicious thrills through me. It was much more than a request, he wasn't really asking me. It was a soft, gentle demand, but a demand nonetheless. It was a demand that I wanted to fulfill. I wanted to be naked for this man. Like an obedient slut I slid my hands down to my semi-sheer top, undid all remaining buttons, then opened it, proud to show him my ample breasts. He was pleased. Still holding me at the base of my neck, he removed the hand from my vagina and, with a wry, almost wicked smile, slowly brought it up to my lips. I held his hand and licked most of my juice from his fingers, then he took it back, wanting to taste me, and licked the last of it. I watched in utter fascination.
We gazed at each other as his hand encompasses my bare breast, then kissed again, my heart hammering in my chest. This time his tongue invaded my mouth, hot, wet and hungry, probing and encircling mine, fondling the walls and roof of my mouth, inciting a totally mind blowing experience. I inhaled him and slid my hands back up his muscular arms and around his thick neck to feel his dark wavy hair. His hand felt so hot on my breast. I felt like I was on fire. Oh, God, the heat building within me felt so fucking good. I was breathing heavily now, my heart throbbing in my chest. I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him with an intensity I never felt before. Still holding me at the neck, his other hand moved from my breast to around my waist, then down towards my ass, forcing my bare breasts to flatten against his silk shirt and broad chest. It continued to move down the curves of my back to my butt again. I trembled when I felt it reach the curve of my cheeks, then gather the fabric of my short mini skirt until it was on the bare skin of my ass. I knew others could see my ass but I didn't care. At that moment I was resolved to being Scott's little slut.
I know I had just met Scott, but I was a total sucker for him, literally yearning for him in every way. He was far more handsome than any guy had a right to be, thick dark wavy hair and deep dark sleepy eyes that promised me an evening of delight. I wanted to strip naked for him right then. I wanted him to take me. As his hand once again slipped between my thighs to play with my wet, engorged pussy, he pulled me tight against him. I moved my abdomen against his erection, manipulating it, willing it to grow larger, eager to have it burst it's bounds, aware that another intense orgasm was building inside me. He was kissing me senseless now. My head was dizzy with lust, my muscles literally dissolving. I was on fire, filled with an intense need for him. Caught up in the wild sensations rocketing through me I came for the second time, his tongue in my mouth, his fingers in my womb, his arm wrapped tight around my body holding me at the neck. It felt so fucking good. He knew I was his for the taking.
When his lips left mine, when I recovered from my second orgasm, he gently released me. I pulled my skirt down to cover my bare ass With my top wide open, my bare breasts exposed, he led me up wide stairs, down a long wide hall to a huge bedroom with a wide furnished deck overlooking a large swimming pool and a beautifully landscaped area. This was class. This was so fucking nice.
He watched patiently, a shit-eating grin on his handsome face as I walked about, surveyed the vast room then went back into his arms. I could see fire in his eyes as his hands moved over my stomach, feeling my firm abs, then up to my ample swelling breasts to play with my thick rigid nipples. He pinched them ever so slightly, pulling on them, causing me to moan aloud. The sensations were unbelievable. My breathing was erratic. By the time he slid the gossamer fabric from my shoulders I was totally dazed and breathless. His eyes were hot as they surveyed my soft, round, pointed breasts. His fingers traced my large areola and played once again with my thick nipples. I was now standing in front of him, a slut wearing only a tiny mini skirt. He was fully dressed. The contrast appealed to me.
My God, I wanted him. I wanted to yank off my skirt and rip off his clothes and impale myself on him. But I repressed that lust and let him take his time. To help things on I reached up and began unbuttoning his silk shirt, carefully, my fingers shaking a little. He watched with a smile, his hands still playing with my ample breasts as I paused to feel his massive chest, then resumed unbuttoning him. Despite my lust to tear it off, I gently tugged his shirt from his pants then laid it carefully over the back of a large upholstered chair. I could tell he was enjoying this.
Scott's shoulders were heavy with muscle, with large bulging upper arms, and a broad solid chest over firm six-pack abs. He was narrow at the hips and so godammed sexy. Not an inch of fat on this man. I smiled up at him and told him he was beautiful. He just grinned.
He pulled me close again, obviously on a mission, running his hands along the sensuous curves of my sides to my waist. He found the zipper at the waist band and was lost. He had no idea where the tab was. I chuckled softly as he searched for the release, then reached down towards the hem of my skirt and began to slowly ease the zipper up to his hand. My hands returned to his massive chest. I watched as he took over, pulling the zipper all the way up, easing the zipper apart, removing my skirt. I was totally naked for this man and eager to do his bidding.
His hand touched the smooth soft skin of my lower abdomen, then trailed lower, over my hairless pubic mound, eliciting a groan from me as he dipped lower into the nether regions of my vagina. It was all I could do to hold onto him, to keep from sinking to his feet.
His head came down to my neck, his soft lips kissing me there as his fingers probed my wetness and played with my clitoris. He was getting me off again. He was going to fuck me soon, but right now he seemed to enjoy playing with me. Turning me around slowly so that he was behind me, I caught his smile and my naked body in a full mirror, his fingers busy with my clit, his other hand busy with my breast, pulling on my nipple as I came. My God this was fantastic....
"You come so quickly, Alexis.... I like that..."
I had heard that before, earlier today... Salina had said that...
Scott scooped me up so easily, high up against his massive chest, kissing me hard this time, as I held him tight around his neck and kissed him back. A moment later he laid me down in the very center of his large bed, sinking into the soft comforter, all of his movements so very gently, then stood there at the foot of the bed, looking at my naked body, digesting all of my curves. I casually kicked off the stilettos and pushed them off the bed.
I leaned back on my elbows, one leg slightly bent, my legs slightly parted so he could see all of me. I looked into the fire in his eyes and saw his raw lust for me. God, he got me so fucking hot.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he slowly undid his belt, then unfastened his pants and eased his zipper down. He lowered his pants with his dark red silk boxer shorts. Then he straightened, laid them over the arm of the upholstered chair and stood up. He was naked and I was staring. He was beautiful. Narrow at the hip, muscular thighs and long powerful legs. He was also huge and so very erect. I gasped. I had caused that. He wanted me. I wanted him.
Scott came onto the bed and lay down beside me, wrapping his arms around me, entwining his legs with mine as I wrapped my arms around him. I reached for his mast and was amazed at his girth as much as his length. He had to be almost nine inches long and almost two inches in diameter. My small hand had a hard time encompassing him. My fingers barely touched. I squeezed gently and pulled, as he had done with my breasts. I was rewarded with a surge within his mast, a thickening, if that were at all possible, and a lengthening. I wanted to suck him, to taste him, like he had tasted me.
I was suddenly on my back and he was on top of me, pinning the length of me under him as he took my mouth and gripped me tight. Consumed with lust for me, he was on fire, his shaft growing even larger. My lust to taste him would have to wait. I could tell he had a burning desire to impale me, to ram his huge shaft into me over and over again until he exploded within me. He pulled my thighs up so that my knees were pressed up against me at my breasts, then he moved down and took me with his mouth. I fucking lost it right there. He gripped my buttocks tight and licked, tasting me, probing me with his tongue, playing with my little bud until I came yet again, but this time with a ferocity that I had never felt before. My body racked and jerked with this orgasm such that Scott had a hard time holding onto me, and yet still he played with me.
"Please..." I begged him, reaching into his thick hair, gripping it, willing him to enter me with my eyes.
That seemed to do it. Scott knew what I wanted and wanted it too. We were both throbbing with lust. He came up over me, kissing me as I wrapped my arms and my legs around him. I felt the huge bulbous head of his shaft at the entrance of my womb and lifted my hips to take him inside. At that same moment he thrust into me. Despite the fact that I was so wet and so ready for him, that he was able to impale me with all of his girth and length with his first hard thrust, he took my breath away. He was fucking huge. I was trembling. I never felt so full in my life. I felt my sheath close around him, sucking on him as he filled me with each gentle forward drive. Seconds later he was ramming me deep and hard. I had never in my entire life ever felt this good, nor had I ever been this filled. It must have been as intense for him because he went at me as if he was never ever going to stop. I am sure it was the way I squirmed and convulsed beneath him, the way I moaned with each and every orgasm, the way I fucked him back, lifting my hips to take him even deeper, that brought him to the brink. We came together, shuddering and shaking, crying out with pleasure as he exploded within me, holding me so tight I thought I would pass out. It was the fourth of July for both of us.
My God, it felt so fucking good....
When Scott finally rolled off me, we lay entwined, my arm across his chest, arms and legs around each other where we could, to be as close to one another as possible. And each time he casually toyed with my sensitive nipples I toyed with his sensitive cock until at last they both responded to our tease and once again became fully engorged. He pressed his thigh between my legs to feel my moisture, then rolled me onto my back and mounted me again.
This time he pulled both of my legs up under him, bent at the knees, they were pinned between his muscular arms and pressed into my breasts. He extended both of my arms together above my head, gripping my biceps so that I was unable to move. I was rendered a vessel for his pleasure. Scott then took me like a man takes a whore, rough, deep and hard, pounding me with his huge shaft, making me come over and over again, as he snaked his tongue into my mouth, playing with my tongue, using me. I came hard, sensations exploding within me like wild fire, while Scott hammered me, perfectly, my orgasm multiplying, mutating, growing, expanding, until I thought I was going to pass out. When I was feeling all fuzzy-headed, breathing hard, just before I got to that threshold, he eased, slowed his thrusts, lifted his head and looked into my eyes, watching me tremble, watching me dizzy with lust, turned-on as hell.
"You love it this way, don't you Alexis...?' his query was so soft and so sexy, a big smile on his handsome face. Our eyes locked on one another, smiling.
What was I going to say? That I hated it? No way. I loved it. He was right on. I took the easy way out and simply nodded, grinning now from ear to ear, feeling the wonderful orgasmic sensations gradually quieting within me, coming back to some normalcy. He had made me come so many times I had lost count. Did I love this? Absolutely! No question! But I didn't dare say a word. I didn't trust my voice.
"You love it this way because you like being my little sex toy, don't you, Alexis... you like letting me play with you anyway I want..."
I wasn't sure where he was going with this but I was already nodding a "yes" because, once again, he was right on. I loved this way because I loved giving myself completely to him, letting him use me, making me come, giving him pleasure, so yes, I loved being his little sex toy. But once again I didn't say a word, I just kept nodding, pleased that he was still sliding his beautiful erect mammoth shaft in and out of me slowly, keeping me on the edge.
He smiled when he saw me nodding, affirmatively, waited for a second, then asked, "Are you my little sex toy, Alexis?" I kept nodding, and grinning.
"Say it, Alexis... I want to hear you say it...!"
It took a moment for me to speak, my mouth was dry from so many orgasms, I had been breathing so hard. It felt so strange to feel the need to muster all of my resources just to respond.
"Yesssss...." I said, my voice almost a hiss, barely above a whisper. He felt so wonderful, so warm, so strong that my head was spinning. I looked right into his eyes, my heart was pounding when I added, "I love being your little sex toy," I was excited to say the words he wanted to hear, excited that I could be totally honest with him, excited that he thought of me as being "his" little sex toy, that he wanted me to be "his...."
"Do you like being my little slut, Alexis...?"
I was still nodding as I tried to discern the difference between being his sex toy and being his slut. My heart was pounding faster because I had effectively given him a "yes" by nodding. To me, at that time, on my back, pinned under him, a vessel for his shaft, sensations overwhelming all of my senses, it seemed that a sex toy and a slut could be one in the same. Since he seemed to think that, it was okay with me. In any event I was still nodding and smiling and he was still slowly sliding his shaft in and out of me without missing a beat.
"Say it, Alexis... I want to hear you say it...!" he asked once again.
This time it didn't take as long for me to respond.
"Yes" I said, my voice a little more steady now. He felt so good inside me, so powerful. I loved being held so tight, to be rendered so immobile. Lost in the pure lust of it all I looked into his eyes and told him, "Yes... I love being your little slut..." By now my heart was racing, almost exploding inside me. I was breathing much harder now, I had admitted to being his slut, something I never ever thought I would do for any guy, yet it seemed so appropriate, so right.
"Well, my little slut, will you do whatever I want you to do?" he asked, increasing the tempo of his thrusts into me. In this position, with my legs bent back to my chest, he could reach the full depth of me, do whatever he wanted with me, and I loved that, so I nodded and bit my lower lip, letting him know I was already letting him do whatever he wanted with me.
"Say it, Alexis... I want to hear you say it...!" It was clear the nodding let him know he was right, but it was also clear that he really wanted me to say it to him, to confirm that I really was his little slut. I had no reason to hold back. I truly loved the way he was using me. And I knew deep down inside that I really would do whatever he wanted me to do.
"Yes" I said, "I'll do whatever you want me to do."
Having said that I felt an immediate fierce bust of speed as he started slamming deeper, rougher and harder into me. Fucking me like a man fucks a whore. The hammering of my heart seemed to expand, my world seemed to pulse and shimmer with a new urgency, my orgasm exploded, sending shards of pleasure through me like lightning. I was literally on fire, exploding, totally and completely.
"Ohhhh.... myyyyyy Goddddd, Yesssss... Scotttttt," I wailed " .. I love being your slut..." I gasped, "I'll do whatever you want me to doooooo...."
His pace quickened, his thrusts even rougher now, with a shaft that felt even larger, thicker, longer than ever, if that was possible. His body slapped the back sides of my thighs as he pounded into me, and I came again, squealing aloud, "Yesssssssssssss.... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...."
And then, after I trembled with one fabulous orgasm, after another, after I became completely lost in this totally crude and truly lewd pleasure, I absent mindedly bit his tongue. At that exact moment he immediately groaned and rolled over onto his back, holding me tight to him so that I was on top, in the catbird seat. Now it was my turn to use him. And I did, with the enthusiasm of an athlete in a full run on a marathon.
"My beautiful little whore," he said, reaching up to grasp my breasts as I fucked him, lifting his hips in unison, matching my rhythm perfectly. I just grinned at his comment, enjoying the way he played with my breasts. Slut, whore, tramp, tart, what's the difference? I will be whatever he wanted me to be. I came over dressed like a whore, so why not.
Like a broken record he came back with, "Say it, Alexis... I want to hear you say it...!"
"That I'm your whore, Scott...?" I asked with a little laughter in my voice as I humped his shaft, bringing myself to yet another orgasm. "I'll be whatever you want me to be... I'll be your little whore.... your little slut, and your little sex toy..." Then, I took the high ground and upped the ante, pinching his nipples I issued my own demand, "Am I your girl, Scott... am I your bitch...?"
Scott grinned. He was enjoying this as much as I was because he nodded and fucked up into me harder.
"Say it, Scott..." I said, mimicking him, pinching his nipples harder, wanting to inflict a little pain, scratching his chest, grinning like a Cheshire cat, I added,"I want to hear you say it.."
"Yessss... you're my girl, Alexis," he said with total conviction,"You beautiful fucking little bitch... Alexis... yessss.... you're my fucking whore...." then with a deep thrust, he surprised me by adding, "...you fucking little slut..."
My God, it was incredible the way he articulated that, the way his face filled with lust, the way he flushed, the way his shaft grew even larger, the way he gripped my hips and pounded his huge cock into me. This kind of foul language, these kinds of crude words, this context was obviously turning him on big time, getting him seriously hot, getting us both seriously hot. So I fed into it, stroked his furnace, tried to take him over the edge.
"Then fuck me, Scott," I said, kissing his face and hissing at the same time, clawing his massive chest with my finger nails, "... use me like a fucking bitch, you bastard... use me like a fucking whore... like a fucking slut..." By now I was yelling, because his tempo had increased tenfold. He was slamming me, pounding me, using me the way I loved to be used.
Suddenly I was on my back, my legs bent over my chest, my arms pushed together above my head, his strong hands tightly gripping my biceps. I was back into his favorite position, and he was pounding me with a ferocity I had never felt before, his mouth on mine, his tongue searching my mouth, sucking me dry. It was so fucking wild, so fucking lascivious I almost passed out, but just as suddenly he stopped.
"You are such a beautiful little whore, Alexis... such a hot little bitch.... my little bitch....," he said, grinning, looking down at me, waiting for me to catch my breath, waiting for my orgasm to subside. He let that sink in, smiling down at me, watching and waiting for my nod, my smile. And when it came, when he sensed that I was somewhat returning to normal, he asked me.
"Will you do whatever I ask you to do?"
I nodded. Then, to preempt his need to ask me to say the words, I added, "I'll do whatever you ask me to do...."
"Will you fuck my friends?"
The question came out of the blue and hit me like a ton of bricks. Was that what this was all about? Did he really want me to be a whore? I was nodding a little slower, because I was a little unsure. I guess I thought we were an item, boyfriend and girlfriend. Maybe that was naive of me. After all we just met a few hours ago, and all we've been doing is fucking. I mean it was fabulous fucking, but still, it was just sex. So I decided to ask for a little clarification.
"Would that turn you on, Scott.." I asked. "To watch your girl, your little slut, fuck your friends...?"
"Yes," he immediately responded, resuming his thrusts into me, returning to his prior rhythms, a big broad grin on his face. He leaned down to kiss me, deliciously devouring me. I'm not sure if I was rationalizing, but to me, at that moment, it seemed somewhat clear that this extra sex he was asking of me, his desire to have me fuck his friends, was in his mind, simply an extension of our relationship.
"Then I will fuck whoever you want me to fuck..." I said when we disengaged the kiss to breath again.
He grinned. "Will you be a good whore when you fuck them...? he asked, once again resuming the deep pounding he had done before, bringing me another orgasm.
"Yessssssss...." I hissed, as I came,"I'll be a good whore..."
That seemed to do it for him. He rolled onto his back, releasing me, letting me fuck him in the cowgirl position, in the saddle, but I was almost spent. When I sensed he was ready to come I got off and took his shaft into my mouth. Realizing I wanted him to come in my mouth, he slid his hands into my thick auburn hair, grasped me tight then ejaculated. I swallowed all of it.
Sometime later, after almost two hours of fabulous sex, Scott got up and dressed.
"I want you to stay, Alexis..." he said, his voice so subdued, so absolutely emotionally charged. "I don't want you to leave... you intoxicate me... like I have never ever been intoxicated in my life..."
His words brought a genuine smile to my face. I rolled over onto my tummy and propped myself up on my elbows, my breasts swinging free, my legs lifting and crossing, no doubt communicating my anxiety, my energy. This guy had taken me to heights I never thought possible. I just looked at him, not saying a word. His words seem to once again confirm that we were lovers, that we were an "item," that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
"I need to attend to my guests... we've been gone two hours.... the time just flew by..." he said, softly.
It was obvious he wanted to look after me, and his guests as well. It seemed that I had been elevated to a higher place of honor in his mind, and that intrigued me. It was one of those awkward moments. I am sure I looked all sleepy and wanton, because I certainly felt that way. The look in his face told me he liked the way I looked, all naked and sexy, and that he wanted me again, real soon, but he was obviously on a mission.
"You are so special, Alexis," he went on. "Far more beautiful than I had ever expected...." he said once again as he leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss, "...your body is so exquisite... your passion so genuine...." he added, tracing his fingers over the contours of my body, a fire in his eyes.
Then he totally blew my mind. Turning aside, he pulled out his billfold and laid out a series of $100s on the night table beside me. He leaned down, gave me one more gentle kiss on the lips, and once again asked me to stay, that he would be back. I was too stunned to speak. A fraction of a second later his back was to me and he was heading out the door. I kept looking at his back, feeling almost dizzy as he left the room. Then I looked at all of the bills. There had to be over a thousand there. I picked up the roll and counted off twelve. Scott thought I was a prostitute. He had paid me $1,200 for two hours with him, for my full services as his whore, as a fucking prostitute. That was as much as I earned in two weeks. Fucking incredible!
It took a moment then it all came rushing in at once. This is what Salina does. This is how she gets the money for her Corvette and her large loft. Then I wondered how she knew I would do this? Was I that transparent? Was I just a slut in disguise? What the hell do I do now? I had an incredible crush on this guy and I was sure it had been reciprocated. Was I wrong? I don't think so. Perhaps this was just a habit of his, typical rich guy, to always pay for it. Do I carry on like this is natural for me, like this is what I do?
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