She called me late one weekend night.
"I'm having dirty thoughts about you and I can't get them out of my head," she whispered.
I'd had it with this horny slut. She'd been coming on to me for months and when I told her to call me, I thought I'd called her bluff. Now here she was on my phone saying this same bullshit again. Every time I had told her to do something about "How I made her pussy wet," etc. etc. She would give me this look and that was it. She was getting her rocks off teasing, but I was out in the cold.
I'd be damned if I was going to talk dirty to her on the phone in the middle of the night so she could masturbate in the downstairs den while her husband slept.
"You're having dirty thoughts, you need to get in your car and get your slutty ass over here right now," I growled.
"I could," she began, "I can't stand this any more. I've got to have you."
Yeah, right. I've heard this crap before. "Listen to me. You get in your car and drive over here. There are a few rules I want to get clear before you waste any more of my time," I started. "You wear stockings and no panties. You wear a sexy bra. When I open the door, you look at the floor and tell me you want me to fuck your rotten pussy. You then strip until you are wearing nothing but what I just told you to wear. We'll see what happens after that."
I hung up and fixed myself a drink. I knew she'd be there. She lived only five minutes away from me.
Fifteen minutes later, a car pulled up and parked in front of my house. The car door closed quiety. I went to the door and heard her very timid knock.
I waited two full minutes, then jerked the door open. "You better not have his cum leaking out of you. You better have cleaned up for me," I threatened.
True to my wishes, she looked at the floor and stepped inside. "I'm very clean," She said. She began removing her clothes. She has very large breasts and they hung heavily in her red lacey Victoria's bra. Her large pink nipples poked rock-hard into the stretched lace. As she pulled down her tan cotton pants, revealing her smoothly shaved cunt, I saw a very large wet spot the crotch.
"Well, you're dripping," I sneared. I was starting to believe in her sluttiness. I was stunned she was here.
"Yes, sir," she said quietly, still looking at the floor, "I want you to fuck me. I need your cum in my used pussy. I want to be your slut. Do to me anything you want. I know I'll like it."
I couldn't believe my luck. She had been telling me the truth all along. She once told me in an email that she'd like to have a train pulled on her. I'd like to give her a train all by myself.
She'd told me another time that she liked to be called filthy names and her hair had to be pulled to make her cum. I grabbed her hair now and jerked on it. "Get into the living room, you whore. I'm going to take care of your cunt for sure." I wasn't sure if we were playing a game or if this woman was crazy. I was playing by ear now.
She moaned a little and went into the living room where I had laid a quilt on the floor. There were three candles lit and no other light. She walked to the middle of the quilt and knelt down, never lifting her eyes from the floor. She held her left hand at her side and started digging into her pussy with two fingers of her right. I stood over her and watched.
Her pussy was making a sloppy wet sound as her fingers worked up and down between her parted thighs.
"Suck on those fingers," I said quietly.
She immediately withdrew her glistening fingers and stuck them all the way into her mouth, not just playing, but working them around and moving her tongue over them and sucking off every last bit of her juices.
"Taste good?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. I wish I had your cum inside me too. That would taste better," She demurred.
My cock was rock hard. I'd never met someone who was into this scene, though I'd always dreamt about completely sexually dominating a woman, and here was this pretty chick...
"My cum is the last thing you're going to get," I said steadily. "You think I want you getting pregnant? If you get any cum at all, you're going to have to drink it-" At this she moaned and put her fingers back into her wet pussy and ground against them hard "- Or, take it in your ass." My voice was trembling in spite of my trying to play the dominate.
She went wild. She moaned loudly and furiously humped her right hand and fingers while her left hand moved up to pinch her erect nipple and knead her left breast. I could see in the candle light she was pinching and twisting her nipple very hard. For a second I didn't know what to do. Then it occurred to me that this was both of our fantasies, and since she was obviously so willing to play her part to the hilt, so should I.
"Get that hand out of your cunt, you fuckin' slut!" I commanded. "Your holes don't belong to you. They're mine. God, you fuckin' whore. I'm going to have to tie you up. Turn around and put your face onto the floor. Get your ass in the air and point in your toes. Get that pussy and ass wide open. Then you wait like that. If you move, I'm kicking your ass out of this house." Before I walked away, I noticed her spread pussy lips glistening with her juices. I couldn't wait to sink my cock into her.
But first things first.
I went into the next room and returned with a tube of lubricant (like I was going to need it). I returned and looked at this hot woman, face on the floor, up on her knees, legs spread far apart. She was arching her back like a porn star. Shit, she looked like a god damned porn star in her black thigh highs and red lace. My cock was raging into my jockeys. I knelt behind her and was about to start fingering her, but she interrupted.
"Sir?" she said timidly, "I brought over some things. If you'd like to look at them, maybe they will amuse you. They're in my bag."
I was about to seriously tell her to get out. What was in the bag? Smile, you're on Candid Camera? Fuck this. But cusiosity got the better of me and I opened her bag. Inside were two of the largest cucumbers I have ever seen. Also a large squash which must have been 5 inches across. She wanted to get fucked with these? The sheer thought of her vagina taking these massive objects stunned me.
"You into this, fucking produce?" I whispered.
"No. I've never done anything like this before in my life. I've fantasized about you for so long. All I know is that if you don't do some nasty thing to me....if you don't make me do something I've never done and make me like it like I know you can, I'm going to go out of my mind. I'm not like this. It's you. I want you to make me be a whore, Kevin, I want you to take me all the way. I want to be your slut." She said this all in one rushed outpouring. She'd used my name, but she'd never taken her face from the floor or moved her spread legs an inch.
I began to relax a little. I understood her, more than she knew I did. "Turn on your back and spread your legs, Mary. I'm going to suck your clit and tongue you until you cum," I answered quietly.
She obediantly turned over. I knelt and pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her lovely breasts, leaving the straps in place. I kissed her fully and passionately on the mouth as my right hand glided over the smooth wetness of her pussy, my fingers separating her lips. "I'm going to be everything you've ever wanted," I said.