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Scott and I didn't really talk much for the first week after our initial fuck. Things went back to normal quickly. I was working hard and going to college. I flirted with him occasionally but he didn't give me a whole lot of attention.
1995 was way before "social media" or even cell phones, things of course have changed a lot.
After staying late one night and cashing out my tips in the office, Scott tells me that I should swing by his apartment after work, and tell him about my last visit with Anthony. He writes down the address for me on a piece of scrap paper, balls it up and roughly shoves it my back jeans pocket, grabbing my ass.
My pussy immediately started to tingle and Scott smiled. He reached up and cupped my tits, tweaking one nipple. The office door was cracked open, many employees still there and talking. Anybody could have seen us.
"Eleven tonight, slut" he whispered in my ear.
I left and walked into the crisp mountain air. Collecting my thoughts, I ran some errands and made the short drive to his place.
It was an apartment that was built on the side of a house, with a separate entrance.
Scott was already there when I arrived, drinking a beer.
He was sitting on the couch when I let myself in.
He told me to stop where I was, and confused, I did exactly what he said. He told me to turn around slowly. Then he told me to take my shirt, jeans and shoes off. I tried to approach him and he told me to stop and do exactly what I was told.
Standing there in my 36C bra and wet panties, I agreed. He told me turn around slowly again.
This time when I turned around, he was sitting on the couch, holding his cock.
Damn, you are beautiful, he said. And at 18, I was glorious. Perfect tits, an amazing ass.
He told me to tell him exactly what happened at Anthony's house.
I haltingly told him, standing in my panties while he slowly pulled his dick to full attention. He asked many questions, wanting to know how wet I was with Anthony and if my hole hurt from taking two dicks in one night.
I blushed and told him that I was so wet, and Anthony came so quickly that my pussy didn't hurt at all. (Even though at a rock solid thick right inches, Anthony was bigger).
"Figures, you slut. Now take that bra and panty off." I did what I was told, not approaching.
He then commanded, "Come over here and put that pretty little mouth on my cock. Your going to suck this, and you're going to finish, understand?!?"
Since I never got to show off my cock sucking skills the last time, I was looking forward to this. I have fat, soft lips. Perfect for sucking off. I went crazy on his pole, pulling all the tricks I knew. Licking the shaft, the tip, sucking the head, deep throating and gagging.
Scott was very impressed. He slapped me across the face a couple of times for good measure, calling me a whore.
Finally, he blew his load all over my chest. He commanded me to rub it across my nipples and boobs.
When he told me to shower off, well that's another story.
1995 was way before "social media" or even cell phones, things of course have changed a lot.
After staying late one night and cashing out my tips in the office, Scott tells me that I should swing by his apartment after work, and tell him about my last visit with Anthony. He writes down the address for me on a piece of scrap paper, balls it up and roughly shoves it my back jeans pocket, grabbing my ass.
My pussy immediately started to tingle and Scott smiled. He reached up and cupped my tits, tweaking one nipple. The office door was cracked open, many employees still there and talking. Anybody could have seen us.
"Eleven tonight, slut" he whispered in my ear.
I left and walked into the crisp mountain air. Collecting my thoughts, I ran some errands and made the short drive to his place.
It was an apartment that was built on the side of a house, with a separate entrance.
Scott was already there when I arrived, drinking a beer.
He was sitting on the couch when I let myself in.
He told me to stop where I was, and confused, I did exactly what he said. He told me to turn around slowly. Then he told me to take my shirt, jeans and shoes off. I tried to approach him and he told me to stop and do exactly what I was told.
Standing there in my 36C bra and wet panties, I agreed. He told me turn around slowly again.
This time when I turned around, he was sitting on the couch, holding his cock.
Damn, you are beautiful, he said. And at 18, I was glorious. Perfect tits, an amazing ass.
He told me to tell him exactly what happened at Anthony's house.
I haltingly told him, standing in my panties while he slowly pulled his dick to full attention. He asked many questions, wanting to know how wet I was with Anthony and if my hole hurt from taking two dicks in one night.
I blushed and told him that I was so wet, and Anthony came so quickly that my pussy didn't hurt at all. (Even though at a rock solid thick right inches, Anthony was bigger).
"Figures, you slut. Now take that bra and panty off." I did what I was told, not approaching.
He then commanded, "Come over here and put that pretty little mouth on my cock. Your going to suck this, and you're going to finish, understand?!?"
Since I never got to show off my cock sucking skills the last time, I was looking forward to this. I have fat, soft lips. Perfect for sucking off. I went crazy on his pole, pulling all the tricks I knew. Licking the shaft, the tip, sucking the head, deep throating and gagging.
Scott was very impressed. He slapped me across the face a couple of times for good measure, calling me a whore.
Finally, he blew his load all over my chest. He commanded me to rub it across my nipples and boobs.
When he told me to shower off, well that's another story.
10 years ago
