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...
