Occasionally I will get a comment from someone who, "hates sluts". I like sluts; I don't mean women who give it up without discretion. I mean women who fuck with abandon--- wanton, fearless, teasing, nasty, dirty little girls. It's the old, "behind closed doors" concept. This is a story about a good girl who is this kind of slut, Jekyll and Hyde. She likes cock and is not ashamed of that fact but she is also picky and discreet. He didn't realize it and wasn't prepared for how incredibly erotic their first time together would be. He has issues with it. He had thought she was the kind of girl you take home to meet momma. Now he's not so sure.
"Fuck me baby! Drive that fat cock into me hard and fast...oh, fuck, what a great cock...oh shit...yeah...slap that nasty little ass...fuck this little slut...make me scream...oh...oh...yesssss!"
Peter Horton came almost immediate following her orgasm. He slammed into the hot little red head for all he was worth...lifting her body off the floor and sliding her along the carpet. Unfuckin' believable...without question the most talented piece of ass he had ever met...Jesus she was working her cunt muscles...grasping and releasing his dick...wow...he'd had no idea. The blow job which had occurred earlier...sublime. He'd rimmed her sweet little ass hole and to his surprise she had reciprocated. He finally removed his still serviceable organ from her steamy little snatch; she spun around and cleaned their collective slime with her pouting little mouth...and then she grinned.
What had taken Peter so long to make the first move? This was the fifth date; he hadn't even kissed her after the first one. She'd begun to wonder about his libido...or worse. She liked him...liked him a lot. He was a keeper, of that she was sure. The kind of boy you take home to meet your daddy. They weren't teens for God's sake, they were consenting adults. Well, at least the wait had been worth it she mused. He was a great fuck...fantastic hands...talented tongue...fat cock...delightfully uninhibited and nasty...he tongue-fucked her little crinkle...he'd get more than his tongue in there if he played his cards right.
Peter and Lynn were wrapped in each other's arms on the floor in front of the fireplace. God she was so pretty...what a body...perfect little tits...an astounding rump...those sea green eyes...freckles...that hot little red pussy. None of those features had been what initially attracted him other than possibly those amazing, wide set, piercing green eyes.
He had lost confidence in his company's actuarial and risk assessment consulting firm. They had made some close calls and finally a legitimately bad one and it had cost his company money and possibly legal and regulatory issues; time would tell on the latter. Risk management was a critical element in every decision his small limited liability company made. Peter had started a small medical device company after a decade with one of the big players in the industry. There was a niche that the big players had missed or decided to avoid. It was obscenely profitable but fraught with danger. Their products were invasive; they went inside the human body.
It took years of R&D and years of FDA wrangling to get them to market. Market was a very relative term; the products were not available for just any physician or any patient. He employed his own doctors to consult with the practitioners who wanted access to them. Each patient was evaluated on a per case basis. For the right patient the products could be miraculously life saving. Implanted indiscriminately they could do more harm then good. Giving a potentially terminal patient a hopeless last chance with an expensive medical procedure was all too common. The patient invariably died anyway and there was always a law suit and the slimeball personal injury attorneys always went for the "deep pocket" which was usually the device manufacturer.
Peter and his senior people had done their due diligence in selecting a new risk management partner. Lynn's company had won hands down. She had started out as a medical practitioner, acquired a graduate education in risk management and worked for a number of years for one of the top malpractice insurance firms in the industry. She had started her own LLC five years earlier working almost exclusively with small, high tech device manufacturers like Peter. The new partnership had been formed just over a year before.
The two companies meshed perfectly. Lynn's firm was able to provide the personal touch that the previous firm had failed to provide. They were technically far more knowledgeable. Their assessments had been letter perfect. Peter was pretty sure that their collective track record over the past year or so was playing an important role in keeping both the government and the bottom feeders at bay. It now appeared that the regulators were disposed to write off the one bad decision as a fluke rather than any indication of faulty product or cavalier risk assessment. A single major judgment against a small medical device manufacturer could quickly send the firm into bankruptcy. While there was one lawsuit pending, it wasn't going anywhere. It was costing his company money in legal fees but it now appeared that there would be no windfall for the sharks.
Peter was intimately involved in the day to day decision making of the company he had founded. He had once planned to become a doctor and had been a premed student. He had a graduate degree in engineering. He had been the primary designer of the company's hand-full of products. Lynn's company was also small; she was a very hands-on executive with a superb mind and a stellar educational background to boot. Peter and Lynn had spent an inordinate amount of time together over the past year as Lynn elected not to delegate Peter's business to one of her other equally talented associates.
Neither of them had ever been married before. At thirty-eight Peter was three years older than Lynn. When they met several times a week to discuss a case, she was all business. Her attire was never provocative but rather decidedly demure. She'd never flirted nor sent any signs that she was interested in him romantically...or sexually. In spite of her keen mind, Lynn came off personally as rather innocent, even naïve and nonsexual.
He had met a colleague at an industry conference who also had engaged Lynn's firm.
"Ah, 'little Miss Goodie Two Shoes'. I'm pretty sure there's a body under there somewhere but I know I've never even seen her ankles. She's very pretty...I'm ashamed to admit I made a pass at her one time after one too many and she slapped me down pretty hard. There's one girl whose pussy is probably wired shut. What a waste."
"Maybe she's just one of those women that doesn't mix business with pleasure?" Peter had replied, defending Lynn's "honor".
"Yeah, or, 'I'm not her type'. Bullshit! She's probably a virgin or at the very least, frigid as hell."
Their first date hadn't really been a date; they'd gone to dinner after a long meeting involving a new product roll-out. He had not really phrased it as a date invitation; she had hesitated and then said yes. She had gone home to change; he had picked her up at her house but she had not invited him in. Her evening attire was glamorous and fashionable but not remotely revealing. Still, she looked amazing and he had felt his dick twitch when he caught a glimpse of silken encased thigh as she got into his car.
She had smiled often at dinner; she had been more relaxed and at ease than he had ever seen her before. For the first time they actually got to know each other, agreeing in advance to avoid business talk. She was a delightful and charming dinner companion. Her interests in art, music and literature were eclectic and demonstrated an inquisitive and interesting mind. They avoided politics but he got the distinct impression that they weren't terribly off base in that area. He could imagine his mother liking her a lot. He began to play that impossible mind game all women and men play on first discovery...is this the one? He tried to picture the two of them as a couple...raising children together...growing old together. As their delightfully long and relaxed dinner came to a close several hours later he realized that he had not thought about another woman in those terms since...ever?
He'd walked her to the door; she had paused for just a second...inviting him to kiss her good night? He had decided against it, shaking her hand instead. They had exchanged a brief, almost professional hug.
