Sweetie

Sweetie

Status: In Progress

Genre: Non-Fiction

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Non-Fiction

Summary

An office worker finally decides she's ready to put herself back out there again.

Summary

An office worker finally decides she's ready to put herself back out there again.

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Submitted: May 12, 2016

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Content

Submitted: May 12, 2016

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Sweet. If I had to describe in one word how I feel right now, that’s the word I’d use. I feel sweet. I am sweet. I twist my body as I study myself in the mirror. My back has the perfect ravine. My dimples are just begging to be rubbed. My belly button is soft. The peach fuzz on my snatch is about as soft as an angel’s pussy. I’m ready to be touched. Not only ready, I need to be touched. I’m begging to be touched. I’ve been afraid of this for too long. I finally called my friend Deb and told her I’ve been wanting to fuck her for two years. I’ve stared at her everyday as she talks to our coworkers at the water cooler. The way she files papers makes me want to slam her into the photo copier and rub every part of her body raw. Now she’s finally coming over, and I get to do whatever I want to her. Deb knocks at the door. I open it. She can’t get a word out before I’m throwing myself onto her. I pull her inside. I’m not kissing her. I’m licking her. I start at the nape of her neck and just start licking. I want to coat her entire body in my saliva before I do anything. I have to prepare her. A half hour passes and I’ve licked her everywhere. She’s nice and sticky. And naked. God her body is immaculate. I grip her ass as I stare into her black eyes. I want her stickier. I want cum on both of us. I tell her I’m calling my friend Sam. She licks her lips. She’ll fuck anything. After calling Sam on FaceTime, he tells his wife he’ll be home late and high tales it over here. I guess any guy would leave his family of four when he sees two recent college grads naked and wet for him. Anyone in their right mind would do anything they could to get a piece of either of us. Sam’s here now. I want him first. I jump onto him and start ripping his clothes off. I feel his pecks under his crisp white button down. They make me want to write sonnets, but I’m not creative enough. Either that or I’m too lazy. Before I know it, Sam’s putting his cock in me. It’s full of blood, all purple and strong. He rubs the tip up and down between the lips of my vagina. It’s drooling incessantly. “Just fuck me already. Fuck me hard. Fuck me dead.” He takes his dick out just to piss me off. “I said fuck me you cunt.” He smiles. “Blow me,” he demands. Why on earth would I blow this asshole? “No,” I say. “I don’t blow guys on a first encounter.” He tells me if I want to get fucked I better get him halfway to an orgasm. I don’t like how demanding he’s being, but I do it anyway. I slobber on his junk until I start to like it. I tongue his balls. He grabs my hair forcefully and starts fucking my face. His dick rubs against my cheekbones, eyes, hair, lips, tongue, into my throat. He owns me. He’s an animal and I’m his property. I am his. His veiny dick. My wet cunt. These are what need to meet. Deb has left at this point because Sam and I won’t touch her. I realized I’m not a dyke. I just needed something to get me started before I could get a dick back in me. Finally Sam says he’s ready to fuck. Thank god. He turns me over and rams his fat cock right into me. It hurts. I sneer and smile at the same time. I’ve never felt pleasure like this. “Hit me,” I yell. “Hit me, goddamn it!” He smacks the side of my head. “I want a black eye and some bruises by dawn, you hear me?” He laughs and starts roughing me up. He slams me into the wall and fucks me up and down. We’re sliding in my pussy juice and his cum. Oh god he’s cumming and I didn’t even know. This is paradise. He won’t stop cumming. He’s still cumming. Oh god. Yes.  I tighten the muscles in my vagina around his penis.  He's never coming out of me.  This is what I want existence to be.  He's never leaving.  I grip his body with my thighs hard.  He likes it.  I keep flexing.  He smiles more.  This is so much fun.  He tries to pull his dick out.  I grip harder.  He finally gets it out.  "Eat my pussy, you faggot."  He grins and goes down like a good boy.  What I felt at that moment was too incredible to put into words.  I can't even remember what was running through my mind becase there was nothing.  Pure bliss.  I was a happy woman that night. All I remember was I started crying from the pleasure.  Sam looked up at me, grinned and said, "I'll never stop, sweetie."


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