"Fuck me daddy! Fuck me! Oh my god! Fuck me! Harder!" Mindy screamed in her high-pitched voice. She was riding him violently, supporting her bodyweight with one hand on his thigh while cupping his dick and balls with the other so he wouldn't slip out of her pussy. Her breasts jiggled rhythmically up and down as she bucked wildly on his body.
Jonathan felt as if she would rip his dick clean off but had no choice but to lay there and try to keep his erection. He took his hands off her sides and placed them on her jiggling breasts - the fingers gripped her tits hard as Jonathan hung on for his dick's dear life.
"Just like that but deeper... Deeper!" Mindy commanded, as she arched her back and leaned further onto his thigh.
You're up to the hilt, Jonathan thought to himself.
But as soon as she started to enjoy the build-up of warmth in her loins... he started to spasm.
Dammit, he was cumming.
"Don't you dare come!" Mindy commanded.
"Fuck! FUUUCK!" Jonathan grunted as he tried to hold back, but gave up a half second later, shooting load after load of cum into Mindy's pussy. Almost immediately viscous white liquid emerged from her pussy and began to run down his shaft.
Goddammit -not again, she thought, as she looked down and then tried to ride the remainder of his quickly softening erection in vain.
"Don't pull out," she implored him but his cock was already growing steadily limp, and retreating back into the fatty, hairy swamp from whence it came.
Sex for her, once again, was very unsatisfactory. Mindy had just ended a ten year marriage to a guy who smoked pot every day and had become impotent. She didn't miss him or sex, and they were both better off doing other things and people. But it seemed she hit one of life's potholes - her ex had some potentially profitable business venture and she was dating some white guy who had premature ejaculation, and worse, didn't care that she hadn't come yet.
For the past ten years, she had told herself that she didn't care about sex, but now that she was divorced and free to explore, she began to acquire a taste for it. She was very attractive with typical Korean features that belied her age. Mindy was short, standing 5 feet tall but she made up for it in other ways. The first thing that guys noticed about her after her face were her breasts, which were large B's, and seemed a little out of place on her petite frame. She liked the feeling of walking into a room wearing a low-cut dress and having everyone look at her - the men undressing her with their eyes, the women glaring at her with envy. Most men wanted to fuck her so she let them after the third and sometimes the second date, using their bodies as they used hers. She was curious if the stereotypes were true and she had tried Black, white, and Asian but there was too much variation for there to be a pattern. As for sex, she figured it was better to find out if her partner was a good lover early on and dump him if he didn't meet her new standards; the discard pile was growing steadily.
"Omigod that was great. Was it good for you, Mindy?" Jonathan asked.
She just ignored him and lifted her right leg up in an elegant dismount. There was a wet slurp sound as his dick came out of her. She first went over to the bathroom and rinsed out her mouth.
I can't believe I sucked this guy's ugly dick for five minutes and then he can't stay hard long enough to fuck me properly, she thought.
He must have muttered something out of earshot.
"Did you say something, honey?" she asked. Hearing no rely, she poked her head out of the bathroom and saw that Prime had his eyes closed. Mindy realized what she thought was him talking was just his loud snoring.
Sighing, she looked around the room for her clothes. As she bent over to pick up her panties, she felt the unmistakable feeling of cum drip out of her pussy and onto her inner leg. Mindy used her lacy black panties to wipe some of the cum off and thought about stuffing it into Jonathan's mouth while he was sleeping.
What a way to go, she smiled wickedly to herself. He might even die with a smile on his face.
Well, can't wear these, she thought, looking at the spoiled thong. She thought about leaving them with Prime as a reminder but thought better of it. Why should I leave him a trophy when he can't even get the job done? Instead, she folded them so the dry sides were facing outside and secreted them in her purse.
Mindy pulled on her tight blue flowery sundress, straightened out her hair, and fixed her make-up. She had solid B cup breasts and so could wear her dress without a bra without worrying that they would look saggy. She also liked the feeling of empowerment over men when she noticed them staring at her braless in public. Once in a while, she would go braless in class - she liked to call out students who she caught ogling her breasts and her pokey nipples. It was a privilege granted to her as a professor, she thought -- if I catch you looking at my tits, you go to the front of the class and work out the math problem. She would always stand next to the student and occasionally brush her hard nipples against his arm just to tease him and make him sweat even more. When she turned towards the whiteboard, most of her male students noticed that the outline of her thong against her skirt. The power over them made her wet and she often fantasized about getting bent over her desk as her students had their way with her, one after another.
After putting her heels on, she walked out the front door and closed it. Then she got into her car and drove southeast in the direction of her second date that day.
Brad lived in a condo just north of downtown. He was middle-aged, reasonably fit, with a scalp as smooth as a mushroom. Not the most exciting guy but she was in her 40's and most guys that age were divorced and looking for a girl half their age. Her standards were pretty low but she liked that he was at least stayed gainfully employed and hoped that he could maintain an erection longer than Jonathan. After all, it was their third date, which was when Mindy always let her date fuck her. But this was an afternoon date, and she didn't know if he would be into it. But then Brad was white and all white guys had some degree of Asian fetish, which she discovered early in her teens, when her TA blurted out, 'You're the full Asian girlfriend package, Mindy: pretty, petite, slender, but with big tits for your frame and a cute smile.' She let him deflower her that very night.
She walked up the stairs to the condo and rang the bell. As she waited, she again felt the warm flow of liquid run down her thigh.
Strange, she thought, is it leaking out of my underwear? She pulled up her dress to inspect it before she remembered that she was pantyless.
The door opened and Mindy looked up to see Brad's eyes scan downwards towards her crotch. She barely got the hem of her dress down in time and hoped that he didn't notice that she wasn't wearing panties for their date. After all, I wouldn't want him to think I was a slut, she said to herself.
"Hi, how are you?" she touched him on the chest as she walked past him into the condo.
"Hi Mindy. I'm... ok," he said. "Thanks for coming. How... uh... was your day?"
"Same old, same old," she said, "Nothing exciting." She put her purse on the kitchen table, sat down, and crossed her legs in front of him.
Brad looked puzzled. He wasn't sure of what he had seen. Did she just Sharon Stone him? He didn't know what to do so he offered her a glass of wine and poured himself one as well. As they began to talk, Mindy suddenly felt self-conscious of the wetness that traveled down her pussy and puddled onto her dress.
How much cum did he pump into me? she thought. She hoped Brad wouldn't ask her to stand up. I'd have a hard time explaining that growing wet spot on the back of my dress, she thought.
"Mindy are you ok?" he asked. "You seem to be deep in thought."
"Oh, just thinking about what I have to do tomorrow for class," she lied and finished off her glass of wine. "Have a seat but first I'll take a refill."
Brad poured her another glass and sat down next to her. Without offering any to her, he reached for a bowl of almonds that was sitting on the table and popped a handful in his mouth.
What a gentleman, she thought sarcastically. I'm just going to sit here and drink my wine. I'm not letting him have me today.
Aw, fuck it.
She put her hand on his thigh. Brad stopped mid-chew.
