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10/6/2009 15:10
Posted By:  - SAN JOSE, CA  
Date Posted: 10/6/2009 15:10
   This is a hot little story that has, as they say, the added advantage of being true, although I've compressed the time and some details for storytelling purposes...

Kinky sex with an experienced woman is great, but it’s almost as much fun to do it with a woman who has no idea what’s going on. The wide-eyed looks, the tentative gestures as she gets sucked in, the wheels turning in her head...this is really wrong, but it’s oddly exciting. Of course you have to develop a sense for when to try it, and it can get ugly if you’re wrong, but when it works, it’s great. This was one of those.

In another life in a universe far, far away, I was a pretty-boy musician. There was a guy named Butch who was a friend and sometime collaborator. He had a very cool home studio that we worked in. Anyway, one day he asked me if I wanted to go to a party. It was pretty far away, about an hour’s drive, but there figured to be chicks there, so, hey, let’s go. We hopped in his truck and headed out.

It was your typical house party, with people wandering in and out, kitchen people, patio people, you know the scene. I had been cruising around for a while without much luck when I wandered into the living room, and there she was. Tan suede mini, white angora sweater very nicely filled, and black leather thigh-high boots with spike heels. Oh...my...goodness. (Think of Robin Williams’ voice in “Mrs. Doubtfire”): Hellllloooooooooo!

I went over and started talking to her, and it was going reasonably well, so we hung out for the rest of the party. It was still relatively early when Butch caught me in the kitchen and told me he wanted to leave. It's a long drive, I don’t want to drive alone, blah, blah. I said, “You’re kidding right? Have you seen what I’ve got on the line?” Well, we got into an argument, and he stormed out. So now I’m on my own, way out in the country, in a house where I know absolutely no-one, and I’m thinking, “Man, you’d better close this deal.”

Fast-forward to her apartment. (I closed the deal.) We walk into the living room. I grab her hand and turn her around to face me. We kiss. My cock is so big and hard it’s about to pop the zipper.

“Get on your knees.”

The first tentative look.

“Get on your knees.”

Who does this guy think he is?

“Get...on...your knees!”

This is wrong, but my pussy is really wet.

As she slides down, she has a look on her face I’ve seen before: Oh boy, now I’m in it.

“Unbuckle the belt.”

“Now slide the pants down.”

She pulls my jeans down, and her eyes get big. Holy shit.

“Now the underwear.”

....She was kneeling in front of me with those boots splayed out behind her, and my cock buried in her mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?”


I slowly pull out to her lips, and then slide it all the way to the back of her throat. She gags a little. I start stroking, very slow and very deep. I fuck her mouth for a while, then pull out and run it along her cheek. I rub the head back and forth across her lips.

“Good girls don’t do this, you know. You’re a very bad girl, aren’t you?”

Almost inaudibly: “Yes.”

“Do you know what happens to bad girls?”


“No, what?”


I gently take her face in my hands and say, “No, Daddy, what happens?”

“No, Daddy, what happens?”

“Daddy has to spank them.”

Her eyes widen. “Take off your skirt.”

She stands up, undoes her belt, and takes off her skirt.

“Now the panties.”

I take the belt and fold it in half, and point to the coffee table. “Get on the table.”

She starts to whimper.

“I don’t want to do this, but I have to. You've brought a complete stranger home and sucked his cock. You’ve been a very bad girl, and Daddy has to punish you. Get on the table on your hands and knees.”

I walk around in front of her, and tell her to kiss the belt. At first, she’s wide-eyed, but eventually she gets a look of resignation on her face, and kisses it.

“Now, lick it.”


“please, WHAT?”

“I can’t...”

“LICK the BELT.”

....She’s on the coffee table on her hands and knees with her legs apart. I run the belt softly along her back, and then drop it between her legs. She shivers as I pull it up across her pussy. I can see her juices glistening on the belt.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

Again, very softly: “Yes, Daddy.”

“How many strokes do you think you deserve?”


“No, no, I think you deserve five.”

I walk around and shove my cock as far as it will go into her mouth. “Listen to me carefully. I want you to count every stroke, and say, ‘Thank you Daddy.’ Do you understand?”


I slide it out and walk back around.


“One...thank you, Daddy.”


“Two...thank you Daddy.”


“Three...thank you, Daddy.

The juice is running down her leg, and I can’t resist. I drop to my knees and bury my face in her hot little pussy. My nose is as far into her pussy as it will go while my tongue runs back and forth across her clit. She’s shaking and moaning now, and I know I have to finish it. I get up and put the swollen head of my cock against her pussy.

“You want that big cock, don’t you, little girl?”

“Oh, God, please, Daddy!”

“Well, you’re not done with your punishment. Every time I tell you, you can back up on it an inch, and no more. If you move, I’ll pull it out. Do you understand?”

“Mmmmm, please Daddy, give it to me!”

“When I tell you, you can back all the way up on it. Do you understand?”

“Please, God, please.”

“Go ahead.”

She moves back on it an inch or so. I hold it there without saying anything.


She’s shaking and shivering.


She’s holding the line, but her pussy is vibrating like it’s battery-powered.

“You want all of that big cock, don’t you?”

“Jesus, PLEASE give it to me.”

“Take it.”

With a groan like I’ve never heard before, she backs that pussy all the way down my cock until her ass is pushing against my pelvis.

“Well, don’t stop, little girl, fuck me.”

....Now she’s banging that pussy back and forth on my cock, crying, moaning, talking in tongues. I can feel it starting, and here it comes. She starts getting involuntary muscle spasms and shaking like a blender full of ice on "high." As I shoot my load deep inside her, she screams, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

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