Being only 5'0" with size 36D breasts and a body to die for, I found out in my teenaged years just how popular a "little girl" could be with the boys. At age 19, I met John.
In the year John and I were dating, he soon found out what a slut I had been as I often told him what I had done with others while the two of us were having sex. God, it turned him on to no end. Once we got married a couple of months back, I tried so hard to be good - but sometimes I just canât help myself. But I knew in my heart heâd love hearing all about it.
I had been out of town overnight and I had so much to tell him. As I approached our apartment, I called him on my mobile phone and suggested he be in the bedroom waiting for me because I was back with quite a story to share. It was rather late at night but he was still up.
When I got there, I found him in the bedroom - naked, hard and waiting.
"Stand up," I said, as I pulled back my long black hair and fasten it back with a clip. Walking up to John, I ran my fingers down his back as I began to recount my recent adventures.
"The day I got to Atlanta, Monica and I checked into separate rooms. She had to meet some clients but I had the afternoon free so I showered and changed into a robe before calling room service. When it arrived, I was still in my robe. The blond-haired kid who brought the cart barely looked eighteen and his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me. I paid for the food and when he stood there waiting to be tipped, I innocently told him I didnât have any more cash but thought something could be worked out. I picked the stick of butter off the cart and squeezed it through my hand until it was well coated. I then walked up to him, pressing closely, and ran my fingers down his back. I then sunk to my knees and undid his pants..."
As I told John, I went to my knees and took his cock in my hand.
"...I pulled his pants down to his knees and took his already hardening cock in my hand. As I massaged his balls I began slowly working my greased hand up and down the length of his cock. The kid just looked down at me and muttered, ''Oh my God'' - and as I quickened the pace, I loosened my bathrobe with my other hand so my breasts were exposed. I then reached around to the kidâs backside and began working my finger into his ass..."
I kept stroking John as I told him this, but kept it slow.
"...the kid started moaning a little and closed his eyes. I worked my finger deep, while stroking him even faster, and soon was far enough in to gently rub his prostate. I softly began saying, ''Cum on me, I want you to shoot all over me'' and thatâs all it took - his first strong spurt hit my neck, the second two landed on my breasts and bathrobe..."
I then let go of Johnâs cock, and added, "When I removed my hands, the kid looked down at me. I then scooped his cum off my breasts and neck and slowly licked my fingers clean."
"You better lay down on the bed for this next part," I told John. When he did, I crawled up between his legs and held his cock upright. As I began slowly licking his shaft, I would pull away from time to time so I could continue the story.
"Monica and I met up later that night. We went to a club and both of us had quite a bit to drink. As we both took turns dancing with a number of men, we egged each other on about how weâd end the night. You know what that means, donât you?"