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Halloween CD Slut 3Brendan was in the shower.I took my handbag to the hallway bathroom. My makeup was not in tooterrible of shape… I still looked pretty. Only my mouth was a mess. I putdown another layer of lipstick and covered it with a thick layer oflipgloss.I poured Brendan a scotch on the rocks and took it to his bedroom. What agorgeous space: simple decor, clean white sheets on the bed,floor-to-ceiling windows over the city. A masculine ideal.Brendan’s computer was open, so I put on some Sade in Spotify. Sade is whatI would play when I wanted to score with a girl. The only difference thistime is that I was the girl.I reached behind, unzipped, and slipped out of my short black cocktaildress to reveal the black strapless bra and boyshort panties covering mysmooth, white flesh. I folded the dress neatly and d****d it over the backof his Herman Miller chair. I decided to leave my heels onÑI thoughtthat might look sexy.I involuntarily grooved to the music, my hips keeping the beat and my bodyswaying to follow. I took in my own body, slid my hands down my smooththighs and saw the girl in front of me in black heels, panties, andbraÑa sexy girl getting herself ready for her man.”Goddamn you’re sexy.”Brendan came into the room with just a white towel on his waist. He sat onthe edge of the bed.”Move that ass for me.”I felt a little bashful, but I was under his command. I moved directly infront of him, swaying my hips and ass in rhythm with the music whiletouching my body. I tossed my hair, slid my hands over the edges of mypanties. It came naturally.”Turn around. Show me that ass.”I turned around to show him my petite ass. I bent over halfway, arching myback and presenting my ass a few feet in front of his face.”Don’t be shy, sweetie.” I felt his big hands on the sides of my hips. Hepulled me and I stumbled closer to him. Once I got there, he buried hisnose in my ass and massaged my round cheeks with his strong hands.”I was a little abrupt little rough with this pussy lastweekend. But today I’m going to take my time. Hope that’s alright withyou.””Mmmmmmmm….” was all I could say.”Lie down on your back, beautiful, and put your ass on the edge of thebed.”I got into position as instructed. I spread my legs. He gently but firmlytugged my panties off. I still had my heels strapped to my feet. I reachedfor them. He grabbed my wrist.”Leave them on.”His fingertips began to explore my ass, the undersides of my thighs, thespace between my balls and my ass.”Your bodyÑit’s so smooth. Like it’s ready for fucking.”I lay naked on the bed, tight stomach facing up, pussy in the air, heels onmy feet, toenails painted, full makeup on my face. My dick was rock hardand leaking pre-cum like it had been since I started blowing him a half anhour ago.Damn right I was ready for fucking.Brendan, however, was not.”Do you know what drives girls crazy? What makes them beg to get fucked?Getting eaten out.”His middle finger was on my pussy. He squirted a small amount of velvetylube on it and slid in just the tip. I moaned gently.I had not expected him to service me that was about the last thing I hadimagined. But I was literally in his hands.He wiggled his finger a little deeper into me, then added his tongue to therim of my hole. It felt… strangely good, better than I expected. My dickwas wicked hard in front and would probably have shot if a strong breezehad blown. But this sensation of pleasure was different. Deeper.He fingered me a bit deeper, sliding his finger in two knuckles’ deep,pressing up and inside me, hunting for my pleasure button.He found it. I moaned as he pressed his finger over it.He pulled his finger out, squirted more lube on them, then plugged twofingers inside me. I felt impossibly full but knew this was just thebeginning.My mind drifted to the time I finger banged Tara Zelinsky’s pussy. My highschool girlfriend, Tara had taught me about sexÑhow to finger a girl,how to eat her out, how to fuck her. Now, I was learning the samelessonsÑin reverse.Brendan pushed my ass back so my legs were high in the air. I grabbed myheels to give him better access. He alternated deep diving with his tongueand working the wall of my pussy with two fingers. His tongue was drivingme wildÑlike it was creating an itch that I could not scratch.He added more lube and slid three fingers inside me. I moaned deep andlong.”You like that?”I could only groan in response. His expert technique was taking mesomewhere I’d never been. My pussy was aching yet begging for more. Mythoughts were clouded by pure lust.He went deeper, thrusting those three fingers into my warm and readypussy. I was vaguely aware that he was studying my face, watching for signsof the pleasure he was giving, observing with delight the transformation hehad created in me.He lubed his hand again. Now he worked four fingers inside me. Thethreshold of pain and pleasure increased. My vision clouded over as hefinger-fucked me. He went deep and played with my g-spot at the same time,playing my pussy like a master violinist plays a Mozart concerto.”How does that feel, baby?””Ah ah amazing!””What do you want?””I want you to fuck me!””Beg me.””Please! I need your big dick inside of me. I have to feel your whole big,thick cock up inside my pussy.”As he worked my pussy with his left hand, he reached up with his right anddid something unexpected: he grasped my dick.I shuddered in pleasure. He stroked it one, two, three long, slow times. Ishot my cum explosively, my ass squeezing madly on his fingers. I cried outin deep pleasure, so loud that the neighbors on every side could hear me.I had never had such an intense orgasm, yet, weirdly, it also feltincomplete like there was another level still to be explored.My eyes were opening to the possibilities of sex as a woman. Quiteliterally, as my vision began to return. Brendan was sweetly toweling meoff with a damp, warm towel. My pussy was still dripping with lube.But that was all part of Brendan’s plan.I came to, finally. My pleasure sensors had been over-stimulated and nowwent into much-needed rest. I saw the world with perfect, post-orgasmicclarity.Here I am.I was a man. I had dressed myself in women’s clothing in an effort toappeal to another man fuck, I’d even dieted and exercised to make himfuck me. I had sucked his cock and let him cum in my mouth. Now I’d let himeat me out and cum from just three strokes on my cock and the fantasy thatI had a “pussy.”I looked up with the weight of this reality on my face, and saw Brendanabove me wearing his arrogant smirk. As I opened my mouth to say something,to make an excuse, to get out of this situation in some way, in any way, heshoved his eight-inch dick up inside my ass.I cried anadolu yakası escort out in pain and shame. In this moment, the fantasy wasgone. Brendan was simply and purely exerting dominance over me. What’sworse is that I had begged for it, begged for his “big, thick cock” to fuckmy “pussy.”As he slid all the way inside me, his thatch of pubic hair pressing againstmy shaven butt, my eyes welled with tears. He looked like he was in a stateof true happiness.He was getting off on my shame.Impossibly full of dick and now stone sober, I looked up into his eyes astears formed in mine. I opened my mouth but had nothing to say.Brendan spoke instead.”Do you feel me up inside you? Give me a squeeze in there. Make yourmaster’s cock feel good.”Embarrassed, I squeezed inside me, gripping my pussy tight around his dick.”Ohhhh yeah. This is the fun part. And believe me, you’re going to loveit. You might not love it now, but that’s part of the fun too. When we’redone, you’re going to wish you had my dick in you all day long, every dayof the year.”I could already feel myself turning slightly lustful again, strangely gladto feel his pubes on my tight, smooth pussy lips.What if he’s right?What if I become a slave to his cock? I thought.And that’s when he started to fuck me.Impossibly full of dick and now stone sober, I looked up into his eyes astears formed in mine. I opened my mouth but had nothing to say.Brendan spoke instead.”Do you feel me up inside you? Give me a squeeze in there. Make yourmaster’s cock feel good.”Embarrassed, I squeezed inside me, gripping my pussy tight around his dick.”Ohhhh yeah. This is the fun part. And believe me, you’re going to loveit. You might not love it now, but that’s part of the fun too. When we’redone, you’re going to wish you had my dick in you all day long, every dayof the year.”I could already feel myself turning slightly lustful again, strangely gladto feel his pubes on my tight, smooth pussy lips.What if he’s right? What if I become a slave to his cock? I thought.And that’s when he started to fuck me.I could taste his cock in my mouth still, the cock that had shot a hugeload into my mouth and down my throat.Now that cock, fully engorged again, was inside me.His warning–“When I fuck after I’ve already gotten off, I fuck long andhard”–echoed in my head.He started to piston his limb inside me. Both of us post-orgasmic, we couldsee with utter clarity, feel what was happening with perfect lucidity. Welocked eyes, both aware of the moment, united by his thick cock sliding inand out as my tight pussy clinged onto it, milked it, felt it, made love toit.He smiled again, this time without the malice and arrogance–now just withthe joy of sexual victory, of knowing that something great was about tohappen. He looked like a k** the night before Christmas. The onlydifference was that he was not excited that Santa Claus was coming totown… he was excited that he was going to come up my ass.It would take awhile. We would connect over that dick, feel it movinginside me in every way possible, for over an hour and a half. I woulddiscover (then rediscover, then rediscover again) anal orgasm. He wouldfuck me on my back, on my knees, clinging to his shoulders, pressed againstthe wall, standing on my tiptoes, and finally with my feet on hisshoulders–every way it feels good to put a monster penis inside a tighthole.For now, though, I spread my legs while he fucked me the traditional way.I could start to appreciate my position. His manliness–the way he handledme, his thick muscularity, his slightly-rank man smell–created in me asense of longing. I wanted to be as close to this man as I could–to giveto him all of myself that I could. I ran my hands over his chest, feelinghis thick pecs, my fingertips running through the light patch ofchocolate-colored hair above them.He would get hairier there as he got older, I thought. Become more of aman. I dreamt of being under him then, too, my body still shaven smooth,taking a firm fuck from a middle-aged man’s cock.There was no need to fantasize, though–I was getting worked over by ayoung man in peak physical condition, his Greek God stage. I looked up andsaw just a glint of sweat on his forehead, his tousled hair perfectlymessy, the hint of scotch on his breath as he exercised within me.I looked at myself. Was I fit for the challenge of mating with this divinecreature, this Hercules? My French manicured toenails peaked out the frontof my patent black kitten heels. The light silver anklet I wore slid overmy pale, thin calf. My lusciously smooth skin from my toes up through mythighs, even up to my… my pussy. My flat stomach, just like on thehottest girls, the ones I used to dream about, then dream about being. NowI didn’t have to dream–I was one of them.I was a hot girl. A 10 out of 10 (plus a cock).Brendan took each of my skinny wrists in his hands and held them on themattress above my head. He kissed inside my smooth armpits, kept fuckingme. I tightened my core muscles, pulled my legs up-and-back to give himgreater access. His chest was just above mine and rubbed against it. Heslow-fucked me steadily, insistently. His face passed by mine as he thrustin and out. Our noses touched once, twice.We had never even kissed, I thought. I’d taken two massive loads from thisguy–one in each end–and I’d never had so much as a peck. If he was goingto kiss me, it didn’t happen then. So I watched his face as it slid just infront of mine, saw the expression of a man who was just starting to enterthe stages of arousal.Our bodies were starting to sweat. I could feel the light glide of his skinagainst mine, the sheen of moisture a conductor for the electricity betweenus. I reached for the heels of my shoes, pulled them further back to getmore dick inside me. His chest rubbed harder against mine, brushed againstthe bra I was still wearing.”Take your bra off.”I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, engaged my legs to keep them upand not interrupt the fuck.I slid the bra off my arms. Our naked chests rubbed together. Did I lookless feminine, less like a woman without my bra on? Brendan must have readmy mind.”You look beautiful, baby. So truly fuckable.”I blushed, committed myself again to giving him the best fuck I could.We began to leave the civilized phase and enter the lustful one. I couldfeel the rib of the head of his dick sliding deeper in me. He was poundingmy bitchass deep and hard.I squeezed him off, newly aware of the musculature inside of me.Brendan moaned. I massaged his member as it rode over my innersphincter. Bent at the midriff like I was, it felt like the head waspressing into my stomach: he was that big, took me that deep.We anadolu yakası escort both started panting as he fucked me a little faster. He was trying toget me pregnant now, shoot a load high and deep inside my willing pussy.But his goal was not to cum. At least not soon. His thick dick was firm butnot impatient, and he ran his dick up in me steadily.He pulled near my entrance and did something a little different helifted my ass up above me so his dick could drive harder against the frontof my pussy wall. Then he sunk his dick inside me, just 3-4 inches upinside my pussy. He pressed up on the spot where his fat dickhead landed. Icould feel something inside me, a sensation building slowly. I didn’t knowit then, but he was pounding on my g-spot, my pleasure point, pounding thehead and ridge of his dick right on top of the spot that could drive mecrazy, could set me free.He hit it over and over again, my hands again pinned up behind my head,sweat beginning to drip from his chest onto mine. Our foreheads touched,connected as kept hitting my spot. He looked into my eyes, desperate to seethe effect he was having on me. I squealed.I started to lose my full vision. I saw stars on top of the world as thepressure of his thickness, the pain and pleasure of it increased in mybody. I started making sounds, noises that you can’t describe, a****lnoises that belong to a deeply rutted wild a****l. I could no longercontain myself as he landed on my pleasure spot it was almost too much,but somehow never enough.He rubbed my breasts, which sent another wave of pleasure through mybody. Waves upon waves of pleasure built on each other, added together. Mylegs spasmed. My throat caught my breath as my body expanded andcontracted.I was having a full-on pussygasm.Brendan saw this but just kept hitting my spot. I moaned, cried out, clawedat his chest as he brought me to this level of pleasure. I was powerless,but electric. I was fulfilled completely and yet totally unfulfilled.If you’ve ever had an orgasm from your ass, you know what I am talkingabout.If you haven’t, it’s like being on the verge of cumming, constantly. Neverthat full release, but right up at the edge, getting pulverized, hammeredby the pleasure.I lost my mind with pleasure I forgot my name, forgot how to speak forfifteen minutes. I went into a world of pain-pleasure that only ended whenBrendan slowed down to look in my eyes again.”How was that?” he asked.I welled up with tears. “Incredible. I don’t… thank you.”He started fucking me deep again as the smile returned to his face. He wasstill so far from cumming, so much the master of his hard cock, that hecould just talk to me: man-to-pussybitch.”I always want to see my bitches cum while I fuck them. I know I’m going tocum, so that’s not the fun part.”As he’s chatting, meanwhile, he’s insistently fucking his eight-incherinside of me.”But seeing my bitches get off from having me inside them? Well, that’salmost as good as when I come. Almost.””Now, I want you to fuck yourself.”He grabbed me by the hips. He lifted me off the mattress, pulled me ontohis lap. My clitty was pressed against his hairy chest as we gotresettled. That didn’t seem to bother him a bit.I climbed on top of him as he lay down. I put my hands on his chest,feeling the pulsing of his heart through his wall of chest muscles. I ranmy hands down to his abs, traced the pattern of his six-pack. He was such afucking stud.”I said fuck yourself.”I snapped out of my reverie at his command. I placed my knees wide to theside and braced myself with my hands on his strong chest. I worked my hipsup then down again, releasing three inches of his length then sinking backdown onto it entirely.Mmmmmm, that felt good.I decided to go deeper.I rolled my body up, tucked my knees in, and arched my back high so that hewas only in me an inch or two… then lowered back down on him all the way.We both sighed. I did that move again, letting the fullness of him runthrough my tight passageway.It was so hot I could barely do it a third timeÑI might cum through myown dick from how good it felt.”Get selfish, baby. Make that pussy feel good. I’m gonna get mine; don’tworry. I wanna see you wiggle on it.”He was lying on his back, pulled a pillow up under his head, got relaxed. Ihad his dick nestled inside me. I leaned forward and placed my kneesfurther up his sides. Now his dick was just barely inside my hole. I placedmy hands on his chest and began to work the tip inside me. I found mypleasure spot and whimpered. I took a quick breath then bounced on thatspot once, twice, three times. It felt so good that I couldn’t stop. Iworked the head on my spot over and over again, crying out “Unnnhhhhh!Unnnhhhhhh!” The pleasure was driving me wild. I was worried I would cumboth from my ass and my dick at the same time.He put his hands on my flat tits, pinching my nipples roughly as I workedmy ass. He stuck one thumb on top of my lips. I took it into my mouth,began sucking it like it was his dick.I fell into my whimpering second ass-orgasm, moaning and whining. It lastedand lasted as I worked his dickhead inside me at all the key pressurepoints.I was living for this big dick inside me.After I came (up the ass), I breathlessly let myself rest on Brendan’schest, his dick engaged inside me. Brendan took the lead again. He slappedmy firm cheek and told me to get off his dick entirely.”Get on your knees and spread your legs like a bitch.”I could barely understand his words but I could hear his intention. He wasgoing to fuck me hard. I flipped myself over, put my knees wide to the sideof me and arched my back downwardÑthe sluttiest position a man or woman(or I) could take.My ass hung over the edge of the bed.He sprung to the floor. With his 6’1″ height plus the height of the bed, Ihad to wiggle my ass downward, spreading my knees and opening up my asswide to give him open access.Once I was there, he leaned over me, his hand around my midsection.”Do you remember this position? On Halloween? This is how we starteddating, sweetie.”He jammed his full cock up inside me, hard and fast. Did he just make asarcastic reference to when he ****d me?”Just like that. Mmm. Still a perfect fit for my big one.”I made a noise of approval.(It’s pretty hot to know that he’s right, that my pussy is built perfectlyfor his dick. It’s 100% emasculating, but to be a good fit for this man,fuck… I’ll be a woman any day.)He rammed inside me, pulled nearly all the way out, then rammed in again,hard and fast. I gasped as his hairy crotch pressed against my sweet, bareass.He did it again, sliding seven of his thick eight inches into me withenergy and force.He’d let me have my pleasure; now anadolu yakası escort it was his turn.He moaned from the tightness. I gasped from the shock. It was the BrendanShow now. It would be until he let his cock blow off inside my ass, orwherever else he wanted to shoot.He thrust inside me at various angles, hammering the sides of my still-newpussy-ass. He changed the angle as he thrust in, widening my pussy withevery landed blow.”I’m gonna wreck this pussy.”That sounded like a threat.Giving him my pussy this way was like passing the key to your brand newTesla to your testosterone-laden 17-year-old son and telling him to havefun. You hope you’re getting the car back, but you KNOW it’s coming backwith some wear-and-tear.Sure enough, he was driving me fast and furious. He pounded into me againand again. His shouts were louder than before. If the neighboringapartments had heard me while he was eating me out, the whole buildingcould hear him while he fucked me from behind.I could only hold on, keep my ass low, opened wide, take his stallion dickinside me the best way I could. I met his thrusts, opened up inside,squeezed him at the top, and tried to make his horny-ass dick feel so goodit would throw up its load of cum.Not yet, it wouldn’t. After 15 minutes of fucking me hard and deep, hegrabbed my feet and flipped me over. With my feet on his shoulders, hegrabbed around my neck and I supported myself on his. He picked me up andstarted fucking me in thin air, bouncing me off his dick with just theviolent weight of gravity pulling me down onto his thick one.Determined to push ever deeper into me, he moved from there to the wall. Mysensitive back lay against a painted brick wall. He used the pressure ofthe wall to hammer deeply into me. Between the friction of the wall and myown weight pulling me downward, his dick was so deep inside me. Maybe thedeepest it had ever been.He looked into the full-length mirror that ran alongside us, that showedour full fuck position. I took in his muscular ass, saw where the front ofhis hips nested inside my pussy-ass. “Look at yourself. Didn’t you used tobe a man? Now, you’re getting fucked like a slut. And you fucking love it.”I took in his demeaning words, realized I could not deny the truth. I wasessentially a fuckslut–someone who got off on getting men off.He bounced me up and down a couple times as we stared at ourselves. Iyelped involuntarily.I was a fucking slut, just a week and a day removed from being a straightman.”I do love it. Now give me that dick, and give it to me hard and long.”Brendan pressed into me, making me feel the hard head of his dick in thepit of my stomach. He lifted me off his dick and instructed me to “turnaround.”I had my hands against the bricks. He spread my legs with his, fumbled formy hole.”Get up on your toes.”I had my heels on, but Brendan is six inches taller than I am. I pressedinto my toes, my knees scr****g up against the wall. He pressed into mefrom behind, popping nearly all the way into me once he landed on my hole.I almost exploded out of pleasure.”Oh yeah, bitch.”He reached in front and gave my dick a quick couple of strokes. I was rockhard. I gasped as he touched it.”I knew you were going to love this.”He took to fucking me against the wall. I let my dick rub against thesmooth brick surface as my body pressed into the painted brick. Even thathard surface was turning me on, as aroused as I was.Brendan worked me out there. My face was pressed red once he let me off thewall. I struggled to find my legs, naked but for my kitten heels.”I want to finish off in your sweet pussy. But first, show me again howgood you suck.”I dropped to my knees and breathlessly took his thickness in my mouth,slurping it around my mouth like a porn star. On his dick I could tastelube, precum and my ass. It was a musky combination–a taste that I wouldgrow to love.I worked his dick hot and fast. “OK, I’m ready to fuck you. Get on yourback and spread your legs.”I dropped to the bed and grabbed the backs of my heels.Brendan landed on top of me and promptly sunk his dick inside me. We fitperfectly–we really did. I was designed and built to take this man’s cockinside me, I thought.He stared me in the eyes as he fucked me deep. “You’re a fuckingfaggot–you know that, right?”I nodded, smarting at the word `faggot’ but knowing… truly, I was. I washis faggot, his bitch, and I would do anything he asked me to do for him.He sank into me, our foreheads touching. His sweat dripped onto me. Imoaned softly, so fucked-out that despite the ongoing stream of pleasure, Iwas exhausted. Completely fucked.He rammed into me until his pace quickened. He was ready to shoot.”I’m gonna cum inside you baby. Grab your dick and cum when I do.”I stroked my dick, so sensitive that I could barely touch it withoutcumming.He took his pace up, began a crescendo of a moan, then with a gasp shot hisfat load of cum as deep inside me as he could.The sensation of a man getting off up my ass was too much; I shot my hugeload all over my pretty, painted fingernails.We both came for 45 seconds or so, moaning and crying out in ecstasy as wedid.It was the best fuck I’d ever hadÑgiving, or in this case, taking.He collapsed on top of me, his softening dick still inside my hole. He tooka nap on top of me for five minutes.When he woke up, he pressed off of me, a little disgusted by what he saw inmy face.”You gotta go. I got some work to do.”I rolled to the side of the bed.”Just close the door behind you, it locks.”He collapsed onto his bed. Was this the work he had to do?I got up and wobbled my way to the bathroom. I was sore as fuck and tryingto keep a huge load of cum inside me. What was I trying to do, getpregnant?I got to the bathroom, saw my fucked-out face. I was certainly not aspretty now as I was when we started, that’s for sure. But I’d given him aterrific fuck, at least.Once I was dressed in my cocktail dress again and at-least-half-decentlooking, I snuck into his bedroom. He was asleep and snoring. I left himalone.After that night, I could not wait to take another fuck from him. I wantedhis dick from the front, from the back, from the side. I wanted to suck himinto ecstasy. I wanted to do for him whatever he wanted me to do for him.I was obsessed with him.Brendan, however, was not obsessed with me.I didn’t hear from him for a couple of days. On Tuesday I texted him asimple, “hey, what’s up?” No response.Wednesday came and went, then Thursday, then Friday…I had been secretly hoping to spend the next weekend locked onto his dick.”Any plans this weekend?” I asked.No response.I started texting him something sexual. Once per day. “I love your bigbeautiful cock.” “I have to feel you inside me.” “Fuck me hard.” That sortof thing.For another week-and-a-half, I heard nothing back from him. Till finally,out of nowhere, I got the following message.”Hey sorry been busy. get your friends together I want to meet them.”What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
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