09.03
A Slut is Born
continuing…
She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly opened her legs. This totally went against the grain of how she was raised, farm girl from apple country, and here, now , she was exposing herself to virtually a stranger. It was slightly uncomfortable but feisty at the same time. A coy smile came across her face and former piety was slowly fading away. This was her chance to let it all hang out…she was halfway there anyway.
She hadn’t seen such an eager man before her like this in a very long time.
Her own delicate hand found its way down over her breasts, down her tummy to the tip of her erect pink clit lit below her panties. She was slightly tilted to one side, a wisp of hair dangling in front of her right eye, her red lips catching a wayward strand.
She felt Sexy, Slutty, her left leg now totally spread out with exposed taught flesh, arched feet, spiky heels and the short skirt pushed up and around for all the world to see….well, at least he.
She loved how the light danced on her tanned skin above the edge of her stockings, how it found its way to highlight just so her velvety mound, one she shaved every morning, a ritual, just in case, just in case somebody would appreciate her efforts.
She caught his gaze, on her wistful gaze…
“You do have a beautiful pussy I must say,” he whispers in awe of the pretty well Virginal Cunt before him…
“Can you open your …?”
She had it spread open before he could finish the sentence.
“It is so pink!”
She giggles in delight.
“Thank you….you are so kind.”
Maybe that’s too polite for a Slut to utter, she rethinks to herself.
His fingers massage gently the gift before him. She reels back with ecstasy.
Finally somebody is playing homage to her desires…she is melting into his capable hands.
The feeling was obviously mutual.
They both were incapable of leaving at this juncture, but then, who would be so crazy?
He asks her to fall onto to her back, legs spread for all the world to see.
She eagerly succumbs, her breasts falling to each side…the blouse now fully exposing any shred of decency.
Her nipples harden to the idea of he, on his knees before her, his eager mouth salivating at the thought of burying his face into the depths of warmth, animalistic scent.
His face smooshes into the soft folds of her wanting cunt, his right hand never leaving, never halting to the soft, fluid strokes of his throbbing cock.
to be continued….
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