"B...but I thought you didn't like me," Kevin stammered.
"Shhh," Sarah replied. Her jeans slid down her legs, revealing lacy panties that matched her bra. She grabbed the sides of them and pulled them down to her ankles. Kevin stared in fascination at her mound, only a few feet in front of him. Sarah's pussy was shaven except for a strip of pubic hair leading down to top of her folds. He had seen naked pictures of women before, but this was a thousand times more exciting.
"Lie back," Sarah commanded, pushing him backwards onto the bed with her hand. Kevin complied, his cock standing straight upward, reminding Sarah of a flagpole.
"Do you have a condom?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, in the nightstand," Kevin said. "A friend of mine gave me one as a joke, once. He didn't think I'd ever use it."
Sarah retrieved the condom from the drawer and tore open the package. She then positioned it at the head of Kevin's cock and unrolled it down his shaft. Kevin's cock felt amazing; it seemed to pulsate in her hands. She was a bit surprised when the condom stopped short of Kevin's full length. A good three inches of his shaft still remained outside of the condom. Good enough, she thought to herself.
Sarah climbed onto the bed and squatted over Kevin's shaft. Kevin lay motionless, his eyes trailing upward from Sarah's pussy to catch Sarah's gaze. She looked back into his eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? This is your last chance."
"God yes," Kevin replied.
"OK, just checking," Sarah said. With that, she lowered herself onto his cock.
It was like nothing Sarah had experienced before. The head of Kevin's cock alone stretched her pussy wider than it had ever been before. Inch by inch, she lowered herself further down. Her eyes never left Kevin's face; he looked like he was in ecstasy. Before Sarah's pussy reached the base of his shaft, the head of Kevin's cock reached her cervix. She paused a moment to enjoy it. Sarah had never felt as full as that moment. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her; the walls of her pussy doing everything they could to contain his monster cock.
Meanwhile, Kevin watched as Sarah's pussy slowly devoured his cock. Even with the condom, the feeling was incredible. It was nothing like masturbation. Her pussy gripped his cock in ways his hand never could. It was smoother and wetter and warmer. He could feel her in a way few people ever would; he was inside of her. He rolled his eyes back in the ecstasy of the moment.
Sarah began to ride Kevin's cock, making sure to stop shy of hitting her cervix. She wanted to take in all of his cock, but it hurt to go too deep. Kevin played with Sarah's breasts as she rode him, occasionally leaning forward to suck on them. Her body tingled all over. She couldn't think straight. All thoughts of Kevin being a nerd were replaced by thoughts of her being impaled on his gigantic shaft. She felt a shudder and knew that she was close to an orgasm.
"Cum with me," Sarah said, as Kevin met her eyes. Sarah reached backwards and began gently squeezing his balls. Kevin pulled her face down to his and they kissed.
Suddenly, Sarah orgasmed, a wave of pleasure washing over her. She was amazed; no guy had ever made her orgasm during sex before. This, though, was unlike any sex she had ever had. Her body convulsed in pleasure.
The feeling of Sarah's orgasm was too much for Kevin. Her pussy spasmed as she orgasmed and felt as if it had tightened its grip on Kevin's cock even more than it had been. Sarah felt Kevin's balls tighten up in her hand, as he exploded inside of her. She could feel every twitch of his cock as he shot load after load into the condom. The two of them continued to kiss, long after their orgasms subsided.
Sarah decided to spend the night. She was exhausted and fell asleep right away in his arms. Kevin lay awake for a while before falling asleep, reveling in what had just happened.
.........
The next morning, things between Kevin and Sarah weren't as awkward as she had feared. He recognized that she wasn't interested in a relationship, although she said she'd be open to a friends-with-benefits type of situation. He reminded her of his work and said that he was too busy for a relationship, anyways.
Sarah didn't even bother to return to her dorm room and went straight to the sorority. It turned out that she wasn't the first of the pledges to complete the challenge, but that was only for bragging rights. The important part was that she was going to be admitted. Jane even hugged her when she handed over her phone to download the picture of Kevin.
"I think you might have a charter record," Jane said with a laugh.
.........
Pledge Day was a source of pride for Sarah. Only seven of the pledges had completed the challenge, the lowest number in years. Former sisters from all over returned for the ceremony, including Sarah's mother and sister.
The ceremony itself was a formality; Pledge Day was more of a reunion and a party, than anything else. After the ceremony, the attendees gathered to see the results of this year's contest. It turned out that the sorority had been running the same challenge every year, leading to a sizable collection of photographs. Sarah's picture of Kevin drew the most attention, even from the former members.
Sarah felt a bit embarrassed to have her mother see the photograph of Kevin. "Mom, I....it's not what you think," she said.
Sarah's mother chucked. "Oh, honey, it's fine. How do you think I met your father?"
Both Sarah and her sister, Tracy, professed that they didn't want to hear any more, ending the conversation with their mom. A number of sorority sisters approached Sarah throughout the night, many congratulating her, but even more asking about Kevin. Sarah swore that they weren't together. At the end of the night, Sarah laughed to herself: she knew that Pledge Day would be a turning point for both her....and for Kevin.
The End.
The Fuckable MC
Zoe is tall, elegant, slim, busty, sophisticated, with a winning smile and a great arse. The perfect MC for the big awards night. All sorts of movers and shakers were there, and Zoe was in her element.
Zoe got things started with charm and wit, and set the tone superbly. Just the right sense of occasion. People felt this was a night to remember. After all, these were state-wide awards they were dishing out to beautiful if vacuous people, and a number of politicians were there for the free publicity and free dinner.
Zoe ran the night so smoothly. Little did the assembled throng realise what a dirty fuck slut she was going to be no more than an hour afterwards, when they would be fantasising about her as a dirty fuck slut.
My dirty fuck slut. All mine. All night long. And the rest of the weekend. With just the right amount of alcohol, Zoe became deliciously submissive. For a day or two at a time. Then she returned to her forceful, strong, opinionated, dismissive self. For weeks at a time.
She was due for a submissive weekend of being enjoyed and used and done senseless. Zoe is a women to be enjoyed. Senseless.
And I knew that being MC gets Zoe incredibly horny. She has told me how she starts to fantasise about being fondled, fingered and fucked on stage in front of everyone. She can be fantasising in the middle of an award winner's speech. When the award winner finishes, she has to stop herself from asking them to do her over the lectern.
'I go so wet when I'm MC,' she told me once. 'I'm slipperier than a wet weekend. I swear I'm going to come right on stage one evening.'
Zoe called a temporary halt to proceedings as the main meal came out. As people tucked in to their chicken or their lamb, Zoe swept out of the venue. She never ate when she was MC, but she did need to get some fresh air.
I followed her out, though I didn't get nearly as many admiring glances. Though there was a woman in her late 70s to early 90s who looked at me with raw lust in her eyes.
I found Zoe about 50 yards away from the door, hidden between a couple of large gas guzzlers. She had her dress up and she was finger fucking herself furiously. Good thing it was me who found her. I snuck up behind her and put my hands on her waist.
'Oh fuck,' she said, quickly turning her head. When she realised it was me she cont
inued: 'Oh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ...'
Her vocabulary tends to desert her when she is on the edge of an orgasm. And it looked like she was about to have a sizzler.
I nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear softly. She leaned back into me, and moaned.
'You look fantastic,' I whispered in her ear.
She rubbed her arse against my cock.
'Tell me what you are going to do to me later,' she groaned.
One hand closed round her neck and pulled her face round to look at me. The other grasped her right breast.
'Well, my bladder will be so full,' I started. 'We will have to start in the shower, with me peeing all over you. You might to have to pee on me too. All over me.'
'Mmmmm, with great pleasure,' she sighed. 'And you will piss all over me?'
Zoe loves her water sports. She is a very athletic woman.
'All over you, you dirty bitch,' I whispered in her ear.
She groaned. Her fingers went a little faster in her pussy.
'Then I'll dress you all over again. Put on your sexy underwear, the bra, the panties, the stockings. This fabulous powder blue evening gown with the slit up the side. Your high heels. The necklace, the earrings, the bracelet. This little woollen thing over your shoulders. This little purse with the outrageous strap that makes it bounce gently on your arse.
'Then, while you have a glass of pinot noir, I'll get dressed in my tux, the tie, the shoes, everything. Then we'll get in your car and drive to a car park near a disco. You know the one. There will be lots of cars. And there is a dark, secluded spot down the back, where you can see everything, but no-one can see you. You'll be able to watch people going in and out of the disco, when I bend you over the hood of your car.'
Zoe was getting very close now. She knew exactly what I was talking about. She loved being fucked, fully clothed, in car parks.
Her head was back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her back arched. I suspected she might have been on to her 2nd orgasm already. Or maybe her 3rd. She is a very orgasmic girl.
'Tell me what you are going to do to your dirty little fuck bitch,' she pleaded.
'I'm going to fuck you. And fuck you. And fuck you. I'll unzip my cock. I'll part your legs, and place my cock against your cunt. I'll hold it there as one hand grabs a breast. The other hand will find your clit. And I'll lick your neck. You'll sigh deliciously.
'Then I will slam my cock hard up your tight, slippery pussy. You'll grunt as you are shoved forward. I'll hold my cock balls deep up you, as I force you hard against the hood. Then I will slide my cock nearly all the way out of you. You will sigh with frustration. Just for a moment. Then I will slam right up you again. You will grunt with pleasure. Then I will play with your tits -- roughly. Harshly. I'll bite your ear. And I'll slam right up you again. Hard. And again. And again. I'll fuck right up into you. And fuck you, and fuck you and fuck you until you scream out your orgasm in a blinding rush.'
Zoe came.
'Fuck, fuck, ahhhhhh fuck,' she groaned and moaned and groaned some more.
Oh how she came.
She twitched and convulsed and shuddered.
Damn, she came hard!
Speaking of hard, I sure was.
But I didn't fuck her, as the show wasn't over yet.
'Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' she pleaded, lifting up her dress and leaning against a vehicle. She was desperate. In need. Wanting it desperately.
'Just a quickie,' I whispered.
'Yes please,' she said.
I suppose a quick quickie couldn't hurt. And it would get that first uncontrollable orgasm out of the way, in the nicest, dirtiest way. Plus I found Zoe hard to resist when she begs.
Zoe set herself up for my fucking pleasure. She lifted spread her legs. She stuck out her arse invitingly.
'No need for lubrication,' she said. 'I'm very, very wet.'
I checked. She was. Very wet.
I slipped a condom on, more to delay the inevitable than for safe sex. The safe sex was a bonus. Without the condom, I would barely get in before I came, Zoe is that damn tight and fuckable. Plus she does this fabulous wiggle when she is being fucked.
I positioned my cock against her pussy, with the tip just in.
She sighed. 'Do me,' she murmured.
'You're a dirty fuck bitch,' I whispered hotly in her ear.
'Take me, you bastard. I'm a dirty fuck slut, a horny bitch. Maul my tits, you prick. Pull my clit. Finger my arse, you dirty fucking bastard. Bite my neck. Do me, do me, mount me, take me. I'm all yours and I want it hard and fast. Plow me. Oh fuck me!'
Zoe has such a way with words. I slammed my cock balls down up her. I fucked right up into her.
I groaned. She groaned.
'Oh fuck yes,' she sighed.
'Just imagine we are up on the stage with 2000 people watching us. Watching you getting fucked. They all want to be me. The men with their fat cocks; the women with hard strapons. You'll be thinking about fucking for the rest of the evening. And I'll be sitting there watching you, my insatiable fuck doll, my cock getting hard for you.'
'Slam me,' she begged.
I rammed my cock right up into her again. She arched her back and groaned.
I built up a head of steam as I fucked her senseless. She grunted each time my cock hammered her. I was getting close; the first time with Zoe never took long.
Just then the awards night organiser came up behind us. She was a hot bitch called Susie. Well, Susan actually. But Susie to her fuck buddies. She had one or two -- or 6. I noticed her out of the corner of my eye. I slowly turned to look at her as I drove into Zoe. Susie smiled. Just a little one. She bit her lip.
'That looks so good,' she purred, as I fucked up into Zoe again.
'He's fucking me, so hard,' Zoe moaned. 'And it is so, so-o-o-o-o-o-o good!'
'I can see,' Susie said. She came up close, real close.
'We'll be starting again ...' she began, as Zoe came and drowned out the rest of her sentence with: 'Oh fuck ... I'm cumming ... fuck ... fuck ... FUUUUUCCCCK.'
That set me off, and my cock twitched uncontrollably as I came hard. Oh, so hard.
A couple of minutes later we were ready to go back. I mentioned to Susie that, if she had liked that, we had plenty more in store for the weekend.
'You're free to join us,' I said.
'Oh yes, it would be great if you could join us,' Zoe said, running a finger down Susie's back. 'I have a new double-ended strap on I'm dying to try out. You fuck yourself while fucking. If you're getting done in the arse at the same time, it's superb. You must help me try it out. You have such a great arse. I'd love to fuck you.'
I was running a finger down Susie's front. 'I'd love to fuck you too,' I said.
'Looks like my plans for the weekend suddenly improved dramatically,' Susie said. 'I need a sound fucking. Or 5.'
The rest of the awards night was full of the most delightful anticipation. Little sparks flew between the 3 of us. As the evening closed, I was seen to be making my way out of the venue, with two hot bitches in glamorous evening gowns.
'Lucky bastard,' I heard from behind me, as we disappeared into the night. The hot and steamy night.
'Lucky sluts,' I said, just loud enough for Zoe and Susie to hear. They smiled.
The End.
Confidence
Monique was used to being looked at and admired and she enjoyed it, especially today. Today, for her tediously long trip from Albany, New York to St. George, Utah, she had adorned herself in an outfit that was designed to be ogled, and she was not disappointed.
Monique's tall slender body was almost a gravity-defying freak of nature to begin with, exceptionally so for a woman who had recently celebrated her forty-ninth birthday. There was not a hint of fat on her torso, and her impossibly long, defined legs and luscious butt were kept shapely and toned by a very simple daily exercise routine. Walking. Five to ten miles a day, six days a week.
But that was only Monique's second favorite aer
obic activity in recent years. Fucking was first, and since her divorce almost two years ago, Monique had not been a stranger to cock. In fact, she was becoming sort of a snooty penile connoisseur, accepting only the best, a fledgling size whore, as she described herself.
However, more than anything, Monique also craved a man who could stimulate her intellectually as well. Monique realized that she could entice essentially any man that she wanted to, but this was becoming a bit mundane to her. Monique respected strength and confidence in a man, and she had a closet submissive side that lay dormant due to the fact that no man had successfully induced her interest and passion enough to extract that subservient side of her. Fortunate, oh so fortunate, would be the man who shall succeed in capturing her mind, she mused.
It was for these very reasons, the promises of nature and exercise, and the potential for uncomplicated sexual encounters, that Monique decided for this year's Christmas Holiday season she would make a ten-day solo getaway to the town of St. George, or "Utah Dixie" as it was sometimes referred to, for its temperate year-round climate. Monique was a hiker, not a skier, and the travel agent had recommended the allure of the Pine Valley Mountains as one of the most desirable hidden vacation gems in the country.
However, right now, Monique wanted to strangle that very same travel agent for booking her on a connection that caused her to spend almost four hours in Baltimore Washington International Airport. Oh, well, she mused, shame on me for not looking more closely at the itinerary. Besides, this gave her ample time to take a long, leisurely walk through the wide corridors of BWI, and she was becoming more horny with each man whose head swiveled when she passed. She kept her legs deliberately close to each other as she walked, which had the effect of causing her hips to sway even more than usual. More than one man tripped over a stray piece of baggage as they visually followed her path with wandering eyes.
And small wonder.
Monique was adorned in a cherry red and charcoal grey pencil-cut miniskirt that barely covered her shapely, taut, mature ass. Almost like a schoolgirl uniform, reminiscent of her own adolescence in Southern France. A short, flirty fit, a tease, a 'boner stimulus plan' as she called this skirt. She augmented the slutty, edgy, sophisticated schoolgirl look spectacularly by adding sheer, opaque backseamed pantyhose with a hint of lace. Crotchless? You bet. Is there any other way to wear pantyhose?
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