I've always thought of myself as being a good girl. Yet, here I am sitting on a chair in your kitchen, with your hands on the back of my head forcing your hard cock deep inside my throat, while my middle finger slides in and out of your asshole, fucking it. I smell the musky odor of your crotch as you finally bottom out inside me and your balls slap against my chin. How did I let you talk me into this? If I'm such a good, chaste girl, why is my pussy so wet?
You pull your prick out of my mouth and caress my cheeks. "Would you like me to talk dirty to you?"
I nod my head yes.
Your eyes gleam. "Kiss my cockhead, you dirty little cocksucker. You love having my shaft shoved between your sexy lips, don't you?"
I can feel my cheeks getting hot from blushing. I give your cockhead a soft kiss on the tip, then I wrap my lips around the head and slowly slide my tongue along the underside, back and forth, teasing you. I taste your salty, slightly sour precum in my mouth, and feel it coating my lips. My middle finger inside your ass must be hitting your prostate, because you groan and rapidly pump just your cockhead between my lips. I tighten my lips and apply more pressure to the silky skin of your head as it slips in and out, my lips kissing the tip on the outstroke and then sliding over the ridge of the helmet as you push back in.
You reach inside my shirt and knead my shoulders, then work lower onto my shoulder blades. I moan. The vibration from the moaning must feel good on your cock because you grunt and thrust your shaft deep inside my throat. I'm gagging a bit, but it feels good to be giving you so much pleasure, and even better to have my back muscles rubbed, taking away the soreness from my workout at the gym today.
I remember how we met at the gym today, when you offered to spot me while I bench-pressed. I remember how my pussy started to tingle, looking up at the weights and seeing the bulge in your shorts as you stood over me, your hands poised to catch the heavy bar laden with weights, your eyes giving the wet spot on my crotch an amused look and then grinning at me while I blushed in confusion. I remember how we talked afterwards, and your deep voice oh-so-innocently suggested I come to your house and have a beer with you. I remember the knowing, not-so-innocent gleam in your eye when I hesitantly accepted.
I snap out of my reverie when you say, "Unnh. You better stop sucking, or you're gonna have a mouth full of cum. Or do you want to take my cum inside your slutty little mouth?"
I shake my head no, which is a bit of tactical mistake, since your cock is still inside my mouth and the vibration from shaking my head is liable to release your sperm.
You give one last pump, then pull out. "Stand up."
I stand, and you slide my shirt off, then lean in to kiss me. You fondle my breasts, bringing the pop-up thermometers to stiffness -- another false positive reading for cold!
I turn my head aside, refusing.
You laugh. "You're OK with my prick shoved between those sexy lips, but my tongue is too intimate?"
It sounds kind of silly when you put it that way, so when you press against me and push your tongue against my lips, I part them for you and your tongue slips inside. It's not a gentle kiss. You're fucking me with your tongue, letting me know you're in charge here. I let you take me in my mouth. I let you push your cock against my crotch. I let one of your hands reach around me and knead my aching back while the other unzips my pants and slips inside. You fuck me with your tongue and stroke my shaven pussy while I wonder at how you managed to get me to agree to allow all these intimate, dirty things to be done to me.
You quit kissing me and say, "Turn around and let me rub oil on your back. Put your hands on that countertop."
I do so.
You open a cabinet and take out a bottle of vegetable oil, then step behind me. "Spread your legs."
I look over my shoulder. Oh, no. Why does he want me to do that? "I --- I don't think I should --"
You slap my ass hard enough to make it sting. "I said spread them, bitch."
I meekly comply, opening them a bit for you.
"That's better, you little tart. Any more backtalk, I'll swat your ass again." You put your strong hands on my inner thighs and push, and I spread them wider. I watch over my shoulder as you pull your T-shirt over your head, then unbutton the waistband of your pants. The pants drop to the floor, and now you're naked except for the socks on your feet. Your kick the pants free of your feet, then step between my legs and rub your stiff dick against the cotton sheathing my soft, feminine buttocks. You kiss my cheek and say, "Better. Look at my little virgin blush. Never had a man do this to you, hunh?"
I shake my head no.
You keep rubbing your cock into my ass while you open the bottle of oil and drizzle some onto my back. You start rubbing it in, your strong hands grabbing and kneading my shoulders and spine and the sides of my ribcage.
"Oohh," I say. "Don't stop. It feels so good."
You reach around and rub some oil onto my pussy and start to stroke it. You press your chest against my back, your skin hot from the pumped up metabolism you get after a workout. Your other hand slides around to my front and rubs oil onto my nipples and areolas while you kiss my neck.
"Huuh," I pant. "That feels good. Please don't stop." I close my eyes and moan.
You rub my nipples until they get hard, as your cock keeps rubbing into my ass and you stroke my cunt lips. Then you unbutton my pants and slide them off me.
You put your lips to my ear and whisper, "Bend over."
"What -- why do you want --"
"I want to rub your ass, that's all. Do you want me to slap you again?" You push down on my back, and I reluctantly bend over. I feel so vulnerable, naked and gleaming with oil, bent over a countertop with my legs parted and your hard cock pressing against my asscheek, but it's exciting, too. I'm hard as a rock, and waiting for your hands to touch my ass and make my buns shiny with oil, too.
You step back a bit and pour oil on my lower back. A lot of oil. It runs down over my buttocks and down my asscrack, and some of it trickles down my legs, tickling my smooth skin. Your warm hands cup my buttocks for a moment, then you begin spreading the oil all over my butt and my hips. You stroke my clit and I wiggle my hips with pleasure. Your other hand presses into my lower back, easing the tension from the workout.
Your hand slides down from my lower back and into the cleft of my pussy. I gasp from the shock. A finger starts sliding between my labia.
"Oh, no," I say. "Not that. Please. I'm a good girl. I don't do that."
Your finger slides out, and I feel a moment of relief. Then you swat my ass hard.
"OW!"
"I said no backtalk. Want another slap, bitch?"
"Please. Don't. I'll be quiet."
"You better." Your hand invades my cleft again, and now your finger is pushing deeper inside me. I try to escape this sweet invasion -- so wrong and dirty and yet it feels so good -- but I'm bent over with my hips pressed against the countertop and there's nowhere to go. Your finger is pushing against my intact hymen now. I don't say anything, though -- my buttocks must be red already from the two slaps you gave them, and I don't want to provoke another.
You start fucking me with your finger. "Do you like my finger inside your virgin hole?"
I stay silent, blinking back tears.
"Do you want me to take it out?"
I nod.
Your finger slides out.