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Her First Orgasm
Part-1-of-3
Eaves Dropping
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My name is Carter and I was across town checking up on one of our branch offices. When I got off the elevator on my floor, I stopped for a quick restroom break. While was in the stall, I over heard a couple of guys from the business down the hall talking. I wouldn’t call them friends, but I knew them to talk to. What got my attention was one saying, “My girlfriend has never had an orgasm.”
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I don’t usually eave drop in the restroom, but as soon as he said that, he had my attention. As I listened, he went on, “I mean never. Not by herself, not with anybody before me, not with oral, and not even with intercourse. Can you imagine, she's 29-fucking-years old and never had a damn orgasm? NEVER. I just wonder if it will ever happen for her?”
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After another pause, he went on, “Now, at first it didn't bother me but for some reason it’s starting to. I don't know why but it just doesn't feel like I'm accomplishing anything. Like why would she want to bother having sex? I'm worried that the longer we stay together; she will eventually start withholding sex. I mean shit, why wouldn't she? She isn't getting a damn thing out of the whole experience. Sure, she claims she loves sex but how could she? If I never had an orgasm I don't think I would be all that interested in the act.”
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“No shit, man,” I heard his buddy answer, “That would suck.”
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”Don’t get me wrong, I'm not thinking about leaving or cheating. I love her, but I'm really upset that this is an experience we can't share. Heck, in the past I've had one night stands that cummed in minutes. Now I've been fucking this girl for a year and nothing? The closest she gets, or so she says, is when she get drunk and I go down on her for literally 30-minutes or more. But fuck, that gets really tiring.”
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“I hear you man, who can eat pussy longer than 10 maybe 15-minutes, tops?” His ass hole buddy replied as the water runs while he washed his hands.
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“She even masturbates and uses a vibrator, but still nada, zip, nothing. Anyway, I suggested going to a doctor about it, but since she’s a doctor I think she may be a little embarrassed. I think I'll push that a little more. Anyway, The last girl I dated was one of those women where if you touch them they get off. That was great, I felt like a king. She was so horny all the time. The funny thing is that this girl is very willing and gets so wet that it's almost unbelievable, yet she can't finish. I just don't get it,” he said as I heard the door open and close as they left.
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After they were gone, I thought about what I’d heard. I was more surprised that the idiot had a girlfriend, rather than that she didn’t have orgasms. He and his friend was both a couple of ex-high school football jocks turned couch potato. They were both more interested in watching football than they were in satisfying a girl friend.
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The no orgasm thing intrigued me so I made it a point to find out all I could about the guy’s girl. Thanks to the gossipy girls in both offices, in two days I found out almost everything there was to know about her, including the fact that while her boyfriend was at home watching the game of the week, she hung out alone in a trendy coffee shop near her home. I’d seen this guy’s girl before and I had no idea what she saw in him. Her name was Marilyn and as far as I’m concerned she was pretty enough to be a porn-star. As her boyfriend said she was 29-years old, stood 5-foot 7-inches, Weighted 140 lb, her Measurements were 35C-26-35, medium length wavy Blonde hair, and deep Blue Eye. Not only was she a looker, but also she was, thanks to family money, financially secure.
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Sunday I arranged to be in the coffee shop and sure enough, she was sitting at a table near the window pretending to read, but really checking out the crowd. Making sure that she saw me, I got a hot chocolate and made eye contact with him. Once I got her attention, I made my way through the crowd towards her. With no preamble I walked right up to her, held out my hand and introduced myself. “Hi,” I said, “My names is Carter.”
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I met Carter in a coffee shop and I was immediately drawn to his rugged good looks. His name was Carter and at 6-foot 4 he stood out above the crowd and it was easy to see his strong chin, dark wavy hair, and brown eyes. I caught his eye and he came over and introduced himself. As I watched him move lithely across the room, I was able to admire his wide shoulders and muscular arm. He had such force to his presence that people unconsciously moved out of his way.
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After introductions, I invited him to join me. We chatted for a while and it was fun, the conversation flowed smoothly. As Carter and I chat, I can’t help feeling a little guilty because I have been dating a wonderful 32-year old man who hopes to marry me and have children someday soon. This man is wonderful, treats me lovingly, is super smart, is a fabulous companion, and is all around an amazing man. The problem is, although he would make a wonderful life companion and husband, I am not really attracted to him sexually. I don't like the way he kisses, even though he wears cologne, his smell doesn't turn me on or off and when I look over and see him "getting ready" for sex, I dread it. I drink alcohol before we go to bed and I put off getting in the bed. When we are having sex, the mechanics are ok, but it just feels wrong that we're even having sex. Another problem I’m trying to overcome is completing the job when I give my boyfriend oral. He's great at reciprocating, but I just can't seem to get over the swallowing part. It's not the taste; it's the thickness of his cum that I can’t handle. So since I don’t swallow, I avoid giving blowjobs in the car or other places since I do not want to leave a mess. I don't like looking at him while we are in the middle of it. He is so sweet and tries to turn me but I just can't change my feelings. I want so much to want him like he wants me and to love having sex with him, but he just doesn’t turn me on. I’m ashamed to admit that not only have I not had an orgasm with my boyfriend, but also I’ve never had an orgasm at all. Carter has turned me on more in 5-minutes than my boyfriend has in the last years. I liked the energy that Carter was giving off, so I invite him to brave the weather and come back to my house with me.
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When I told him that I had an old colonial style home with a huge, beautiful fireplace where we could build a cozy fire and enjoy some privacy while we talked, Carter readily agree. Taking our separate cars, he followed me home.
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Entering my home, Carter had so much natural poise that he was immediately at ease. Thanks to my inherited wealth, my house is beautiful, expensively, yet tastefully decorated. It’s very warm and inviting, a place where it's very easy to feel at home. As he made himself at home, I build a fire. Once it was going, we sat in front of the fire, flirting and talking. I was wearing a very low cut blouse and I can tell that seeing so much of my breasts was turning him on. The way that I look and talk to him, it was very obvious what I was expecting to happen here, so Carter got tired of waiting and decide to make a move.
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He moved closer and very quickly grab the back of my head by my hair. Before I can react he tilt my head back hard and roughly kiss me. Although I'm actually very turned, to keep up appearances I feign offense. I don't quite know how to admit it though, so pride keeps me from being able to show him that I like the dominance. It would make me so vulnerable that I can't let him know how much I like it, I just can't.
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So flustered, truly flustered, that I’m not sure how to react. Pretending that I was offended by the rough way he’d just handled me, I leap to my feet and angrily demand that he leave my house. He just sat there, looking up at me very coldly, and then suddenly he grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to him. Before I know it, he bent me over his lap, positioning me as though I were a child about to be spanked.
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Holding me effortless in place with one strong hand, Carter grabbed my handbag, dump it's contents onto the floor. With a chuckle he reached down and picked up a wooden handled hairbrush. Before I can adjust to what was happening, he pulled up my skirt and smacked me once on my panty-clad ass. He was strong so he smacked me pretty hard, and it really hurt. After he hit me, he gently rubbed the tender area that hurt. As he rubbed, my pelvis was pushed against his growing bulge with an electrifying effect between my legs. I'm so overwhelmed with strongly conflicting emotions that I'm at a loss, which is rare for me.
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On the one hand, I'm angry and don't like what he did to me. But, on the other hand, I'm excited, and I do like what he was doing. Worse that being confused is the fear because I don't know how far he'll go.
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After administering a couple of more swats, Carter calmly ordered me to stand up, and I did. When he ordered his to sink to my knees between his legs, I couldn’t get down fast enough. Then he told me to take out his cock, and although I was so angry at being ordered around, I found myself wanting to obey him. I want to see his cock, to touch it, to rub it, feel it on my tongue. Despite my anger, I was now so incredibly excited and more overwhelmed with emotions than I’ve ever been in my life.
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So with slightly trembling fingers I unbuckled his belt, slide down his zipper and reach inside his pants, not the least bit surprised that he wasn’t wearing underwear. When I touched it, I discovered that it was already rock hard from the excitement of finding me so easily dominated... by him. Assuming that he wanted me to suck him off, I grip both of his muscular thighs with my hands, and lower my head to his cock. But before I could get it in my mouth, he roughly stopped me by pulling my hair.
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Holding my head by my hair with one hand, Carter possessively rubbed his cock all over my face with his other hand. As he rubbed, he angrily ordered me to do what I'm told, and only what I'm told. Then he took off my blouse, and because my eyes were level with his cock, I know his arousal was heightened when he took off my bra and saw my erect nipples. I’m very proud of my nipples, because when fully erect, are as large as pencil erasers and just as hard. He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples, cupping my breasts and then ordered me to slid closer to him. As I shifted closer and leaned forward, he put his cock between my breasts. Gazing into my eyes, he gently pinched my nipples, and then started to fuck my breasts. As he moved his cock up and down between my breasts, he bent my head down and guided the head of his cock between my lips.
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I'm breathing so heavily now, and it’s sooo wet between my legs, that I just can't stand it. I take one of my hands off of Carter’s thighs and start to reach down to rub myself, but he doesn't like that at all. Grabbing my wrists, he roughly drug me to my feet, and as he pressed his chest against my breasts. When he started biting at my neck, it sent goose bumps cascading down my shoulders, arms, and on down the length of my back.
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To be continued…
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Her First Orgasm
Part-2-of-3
Torture
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Then Carter snarled that I’d been told to do what I'm told, and ONLY what I'm told. But, we both knew that I was so excited that I wasn’t listening to him...YET.
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Angrily Carter told me to take off my skirt...and nervously I did. Then after casually stroking my panty-clad pussy, he sternly ordered me to take off my panties. Instinctively I know being nude in front of Carter will be more than just taking off my cloths, I’ll be baring my very soul. But, even though it's going to be excruciatingly embarrassing to be standing there before Carter completely nude, I do what I am told.
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His rock hard cock still jutting up out of your pants, Carter sat down. After malevolently running his eyes up and down my naked body, he told me to lay down across his lap, but I hesitate because I'm naked now and I'm afraid that he'll hit me with that hairbrush again, this time on my bare ass. Seeing my hesitation, he roughly grabbed my wrist and jerked me across his knees again. But, this time he only smacked me lightly with the brush, before telling me to spread my legs.
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After doing as I was told, I felt something cold and hard rubbing the moist lips of my slit. Suddenly I realized that Carter was pushing the handle of the hairbrush a little ways into my pussy. “No! Don't do that!” was my automatic protest, for which my ass receives another, harder smack with the brush. I cried out, but when I quickly shut up, he returned the handle to my pussy, this time slowly, gently but firmly, pushing it in. It hurt a little, but he was gentle as he fucked the handle slowly in and out of my pussy. By now I'm so hot and horny, so desperate for penetration, that I can't help myself as I hunch back against the handle, moaning, “Ooooooh, please don't stop, PLEASE.... please.... don’t stop...”.
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He laughed a little then leaned forward, and whispered into my ear, “See why I can't listen to you? One minute you tell me not to do it, the next minute you beg me not to stop. You don't know what you want, but I do?”
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And with that Carter pull the brush handle out of my pussy, and made me lick my own juices off of it. Abruptly standing up, he dumped me onto the floor at his feet. As I lay there looking up at him, he quickly took off his clothes. I want to finger my pussy but I was afraid to....
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For a minute Carter stood there with his cock jutting out in front of him, then he grabbed it in and started furiously jacking off. More excited than he realized, he wanted to cum but not like that. He tried to cool himself down a little bit by slowing down, and tapering off a little. Then he ordered me back to my knees in front of him.
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When I do it, he slid his thumb into my mouth, and I gently sucked on it like it was a miniature cock. His cock twitched a little in anticipation, as he used his thumb to carefully open my mouth. With his other hand he guided the head of his cock to my lips, where he rubs his juices all over my lips, and squeeze a few drops into my waiting mouth. As he guided his cock between my lips, he could feel my soft, warm tongue caressing its head, and the length of his shaft. Boldly he slides it all the way in until his balls were pressed against my chin and my nose was buried in his kinky pubic hair.
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I grip the cheeks of his ass with both hands now, to steady myself as he griped my head in both hands and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I loved the feel of his hot cock in my mouth so much and I want to please him so much, that I did everything I can to heighten the sensations for him. I passionately sucked his cock until it begins to swell and to throb. And then when it explodes, I drink spurt after spurt of his hot cum. looking up into your eyes as I swallow over and over again. Gazing down at his throbbing cock in my mouth, only made him pump his cum into my throat harder and longer.
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He was so pleased that I was able to swallow every drop, that he rewarded me by throwing me down on my back with my legs spread wide open. As I gasp for breath, his lips moseyed down from my eyelids, my sweet full lips, the mound of my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, finally to what lay beneath the light curls of the turf of strawberry blonde pubic hair above my tight slit until I am literally begging, begging for him to lick my pussy, finger me, something, anything!
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And again, he was pleased with my begging and he rewarded me by kneeling beside me and slowly exploring my pussy. In this position, he started rubbing my clit, and finally plunging his probing finger deep into my pussy. Confidently he slid his middle finger in and curls it upward and rubbed my G-spot. I squirmed and wiggled all over the place. As he continued to massage that magical spot, he went down on me and began very lightly kissing my clit until I let out a scream. We’re talking waking-the-neighbors screams. With a moan, I began arching my back and opening my legs wider, my little pink morsel glistening and dripping wet. Just as I got ready to explode, he completely stopped. He did this three times until I was so ready to blow that I flat-out demanded that he finish. I was in heaven, I need it so desperately now, and I don't think I can take any more. So instead of letting him pull out like the previous times, I grabbed both his ass cheeks and pull his face against my pussy. But again before I could pop, he pulled away.
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I arch my back, humping my pussy against his finger, and soon my pussy gripped his finger as I fuck myself back and forth against his hand. He slid another finger in, and finger-fucked my pussy harder than he meant to. It hurt, but I don't want him to stop. Crying out, I writhed against Carter, not surprised that he was as hard as a rock. Just as I was getting ready to cum, he ruthlessly yanked his fingers out, causing me to literally burst into tears with frustration.
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My need for release excited him, so even Carter can't wait any longer. He eagerly scampered between my legs, his beautiful, rock hard cock jutting out almost touching the entrance to my tight, wet pussy. Rocking myself against him, I beg Carter to hurry up and put it in. I'm going absolutely, freaking nuts here... ready to claw my way up a wall with all these hormones! Why don't they warn women about guys like him? There should be a warning label on my forehead saying, "Warning! May spontaneously combust unless adequate sexual activity is received!" I beg and beg and beg for him to fuck me with his beautiful cock. I knew his cock was big with a lot of girth and that it was uncircumcised with big veins running up and down its length, plus a big pair of dangling balls. Later I found out that it was 8 ½-inches long and 7-inches around.
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He positioned himself so that the big engorged head of his cock was nestled between the damp lips of my willing pussy, and he told me to hold onto him. When I grabbed him, he brutally rammed his whole cock into my pussy. I was so wet that it slid right in. with a moan, I arch my back and spread my legs even wider as I felt him penetrate and fill me. Oh god, I need him so bad and it felt so good. Carter was so big that he made me feel so tight, hot and wet. My entire being was suddenly centered on him and his pleasure. He was so hard, and my need was so urgent it was like electricity was crackling through me.
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My legs were wrapped around his waist, and I dug my fingernails into his back, as, completely submersed in the sensations, I started to cum. Once I started spasming, I went off like a machine gun and I couldn't stop cumming. Over and over again Carter could feel the spasms of my cumming pussy as it grips his cock. As my arms wrapped around him, and my moans almost indecipherable moans excite him, he rides me harder and harder, until his magnificent cock erupts inside of me with a torrent of hot, fresh cum.
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I could feel each wave of his orgasm as Carter’s cock throbbed inside of me. I clinch his body possessively with my legs, squeezing his cock with my pussy, until he was finished. His orgasm was so intense and deep, and he was so excited by the whole scenario that he almost passed out. When his head cleared, he pulled his cock out of my pussy, and watched my body trembling through the aftermath of being fucked by him.
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His cock is glistening with our combined juices as he holds it up to my face, and told me to clean it off. As I obediently licked up and down it length, he started to harden again. As he twisted his fingers in my hair and started to chuckle, I knew that he wasn’t through with me yet. I shivered because I …
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To be continued…
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Her First Orgasm
Part-3-of-3
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I shivered because I had no idea what he had in store for me or how to behave. It felt so strange to be lying next to him, naked on the living room floor, still flushed from the orgasms that he’d give me. The mixture of emotions was so strong that I just feel mad about the whole thing.
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My arm was thrown over my eyes, but I sneaked a peek at Carter. He was hard again and rubbing his cock, as he looked expectantly at me. I pretend not to notice as I got to my feet, muttering something about taking a shower and wanting him to be gone when I came back. Quickly exiting the room, I locked myself in the downstairs bathroom, and began running a hot bath.
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Soaking in the hot tub, I heard the jingling of his keys and then heard the front door close. With a sigh of relief, I closed my eyes and sink under the warm sudsy water of the tub, trying to just forget about all the strange feelings I was experiencing.
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After a long, thorough soak and scrub, I felt better, but really drained. With my hair up in a towel, I grab my robe and cautiously open my bathroom door. To my delight, my house was dark and quiet. I went outside to lock my gate and to check for Carter ‘s car. Again much my relief, it was gone. I feel a relief but also a sense of loss at the same time.
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I wasn‘t sleepy and like a little kid I always hate to go to bed. So I open a bottle of red wine, pour myself a glass and go to my downstairs computer for a while. Booting up, I read the news and e-mail from my friends until I feel more relaxed. Trying to make myself sleepy, I pour another glass of wine and as was my custom, checked out CNN before bed.
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I was a little buzzed, and tired. Finally I was truly exhausted enough to call it a night. Double-checking the locks on the front door, I headed upstairs to bed. When I entered my bedroom, my bed looked so warm and inviting, so comfortable. Suddenly I couldn't wait to get to sleep. Tossing my robe onto a chair, I quickly slid between the soft sheets and covers, and immediately felt warm and safe.
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I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit my pillow, dreaming of our sexual encounter, strange, jumbled images complete with sensations of wetness and finally of penetration and more important of orgasms.
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I gradually awaken to find Carter masturbating and to have him cum on my face and in my hair. I couldn’t believe it, I never let guys cum on my face while I’m awake, much less when I’m asleep. My boyfriend tried it one time and I made it quite plain that I couldn't think of anything any more revolting than getting his ‘emission’ sprayed all over my face. This obsession that so many men have for giving women facials is a mysterious to me. I'm fine with having guys shoot cum on my belly, finishing off with a titty-fuck, whatever, but to me, there's something degrading about getting it right in the face. Carter should try tasting his own cum, if he never has before. Then he can imagine being asked to get that all over his face, his mouth, his eyes, or to swallow it.
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None of this seems to matter to Carter, because as I tried to protest he moved between my legs, fingers buried in my pussy, tongue frantically manipulating my clit. It's all so disorienting, and for a minute I'm not sure if my sending him home had only been a dream or not. It's hard to think with Carter’s tongue expertly caressing my clit, and with the way he was finger fucking me....
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When my mind began to clear and I started to protest. To torment me, Carter lifted his head and stopped sucking my clit. With a nasty little laugh, he told me that he’d go if I wanted him to go. It infuriated me; I wanted to tell the bastard to go, but I was sooo close to cumming, I didn’t want him to stop. Now that I’d finally experienced an orgasm, I was frantic for more. Grabbing his head with both hands, I franticly thrust his face back down to my pussy. With a knowing laugh, he eagerly used his tongue to work his magic over my pussy, my ass, making me insane with the need to cum.
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When Carter told me that maybe he should be going... I franticly grab his hair and forced his face back down, but this time he resisted. “Maybe this wasn't the best idea, I'm sorry...” he casually responded. I hated him at that moment because I understand exactly what he wanted, and I loathed giving it to him.
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But I know that I’m helpless so I do. I ask him to stay. He mused over the possibility as he idly fingered my pussy. I was so pissed off at his indifference and the situation in general, that I wanted to slap him. Finally he told me he’d stay if I beg him to fuck me. After finally experiencing an orgasm, I want to be fucked to badly that I can’t think straight. My need is so ridiculous that I cave in. But in the back of my mind I determine that he would pay for this.
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“Please fuck me, PLEASE...please fuck me....”
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“What the hell kind of begging is that? You’re not even down on you’re knees?” he snapped.
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In seconds, humiliated, but desperate, I slid off the bed and was kneeling at his feet. "Please sir, fuck me. I need you desperately. Please?" I begged. “I'll... I'll
do anything that you want! But please do it to me! Please?"
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"You'll what?" asked Carter, a little amused.
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"Please," I begged looking up at him, piteously. "I'll... do anything your want. Please just touch me.”
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The bastard just stared. It appeared that Carter knew what he was doing as he looked down at me holding his foot and kissing it. "Please sir, lick me, touch me, and fuck me… Please! I want you so badly! Please!" I begged. "I'll... I’ll suck your cock, I’ll lick your balls.”
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“And?’ he asked with a malicious grin on his face.
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“I'll lick your ass,” I whispered submissively, “I’ll rim your ass, or kiss your feet. I’ll do anything you tell me. Please sir, I can’t stand it, fuck me. Give me an orgasm.”
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"What if I want to whip you?" he asked sadistically. “Or tie you up?”
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I was silent as I stared at him with a stunned expression on my face. "Looks like you've got a choice," said Carter with a slight smile. "Be my sex slave and you can have all the orgasms that you wish.”
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”Please let me lick you!" When Carter started picking up his cloths and headed towards the door, I blurted out, "OK! You can whip me if she wants! Just, please, fuck me.” I was surprised at the sudden desperation in my own voice. I saw myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe how confused I looked, as if I didn't know what to do. If I gave in I would be his.
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For a minute Carter looked at me silently.
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“Well,” he asked, “Do you need it?”
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Knowing full well what I was giving up, I wailed, “god help me, yes, I’m yours. I need it. I need your cock. Please fuck me. Fuck my pussy NOW, please? Oh god, please.”
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Wordlessly, but with a look of supreme satisfaction Carter pointed at the bed. Once I was back on the bed, he turned me over and positioned me in front of his swollen cock, which was aching for a little satisfaction.
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The seconds before he penetrated me turn me into an animal. All I wanted was for him to fuck me from behind... I felt his powerful hands on my waist, positioning my pussy perfectly to receive him, and then he guided the gigantic head of his cock to the opening of my pussy, nestling it in just a little and then pausing for a second, heightening the anticipation for both of us. My head down, I moan with desire and impatience, and then I felt his mighty hands tighten around my waist as he simultaneously pull my pussy down the length of his cock while driving it into me as hard as you could.
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Having him inside me felt sooo good, that our moans were almost screams. He held my pussy possessively against the base of his cock. I was already close to cumming, when in a frenzy; I squirm on it, impaled deliciously. Then mercilessly he began pumping his cock in and out of me. I couldn’t believe how good my pussy felt being taken this way. Pushing back against him, I wiggling my pussy all over his throbbing cock.
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Looking down at his cock pounding in and out of my pussy heightens his arousal. With a roar he started fucking me harder and harder, almost oblivious to my moans and the spasms of my orgasms. I couldn’t help myself; I screamed with frustration when abruptly, he pulled out. When I tried to protest, I was rewarded with a hard smack on my ass. Then he made me turn around and suck his cock. As I wrapped my lips around it and took it into my mouth, I could taste my juices mixed with yours. I already love the feel of his cock in my mouth, as he ruthless forces me to take it as far down my throat as I can.
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Even though this is our first time together, I love all of it far more than I’ve ever liked sex with my boyfriend. I don’t even like sucking my boyfriend to completion, much less enjoy letting him cum in my mouth. But with Carter I loved sucking his cock and not only letting him cum in my mouth, but greedily swallowing it as well. Fucking him and having his face buried in my pussy... oh god, I love it.
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Pulling his cock out of my mouth, Carter again turns me around again. Eager to have that cock pumping away at my pussy again, I quickly turn and extend my rear towards him. After another hard slap on the ass, I'm all set to receive him. But instead I feel the head of his cock against my ass. When I realize what he wanted, I cry out for him to stop, that I don't want that right now. But like with everything else, he wasn't in the mood to care what I want.
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Holding me down with the fingers of one hand twisted cruelly in my hair and the weight of his body against my back, he slowly pushed his cock into my ass. My resistance only causes my body to tighten, heightening his pleasure. “Oh my god, your ass is so fucking tight,” he moaned as his cock forced its way past his sphincter. After pausing to let me accustom myself to having him in my ass, and then he pushed it further and further into my ass. I tried to relax, to breath, but he felt so hard and so huge inside me, it was almost impossible to relax. Once he had the entire length of his cock inside me, he started to gently fuck back and forth. Reaching around, he started rubbing my clit as he continued to tenderly fuck me in the ass.
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Pretty soon the goose bumps on my back betray my pleasure. He rises up, grips my waist again, and then re-positions himself to fuck my ass even harder. When he rams forward with such force that he drives my face into my pillow. The sounds I'm making are both from pain and from pleasure. I claw at the sheets, completely overwhelmed by the sensations of his powerfully cock pumping in and out of my ass. It was so intensely that I couldn’t believe it.
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He confidently told me that if I wanted him to keep fucking me, I had to beg for it. When I hesitated, Carter prodded me with about 5 or 6-hard swats on my naked butt, swats hard enough to raise red welts on my bare flesh.
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“Please,” I pled, “fuck my ass. Please, I want you to take what you want from me.” It turned me on for him to use my body for his pleasure. I hate to admit it, but this was the kind of sex that I not only want, but also needed from him. I needed to be owned.
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The bastard moaned with pleasure, loving the way the power that his cock had over me. With a sadistic laugh, he started to fuck me even harder. I was so turned on that I could feel his cock starting to throb, and I was thankful because I don't know how much more I can take of this. Then with a mighty heave, he buried his cock in my ass. As his powerful hands grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises, the throbbing in his cock's intensified along with his moans of pleasure. As he screamed, I could feel his cum, filling my ass. When he finally pulled out, I moaned with a mixture of pleasure and relief.
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After he collapsed from exhaustion at my side, I went to the bathroom for warm damp towels to clean him up. As I was massaging him with the warm towels, he told me told me that I belong to him. I was now his property to use or do with, as he so desired. He told me to go on with my life, working, dating, or whatever as if nothing had happened. Not only was I to keep having sex with my boyfriend, but also I was to keep a diary so I could tell him about it. He told me that since he now had a key to my house, when he wanted something, he’d just come take it. “Before I come back, I want you get your boyfriend to take you miniature golfing. You may want to go late, because you’re going to ‘streak’ around the 3 rd hole and then give your boyfriend a blowjob while you’re still naked.” Then after a pause, he said, “And, don’t forget to swallow.”
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When I came back from putting the wet towels back in the bathroom he was gone.
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The end…
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