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He strokes my arms, hands skimming my skin. “Shh, sweetheart. It’s going to get so much better. Easy, baby.” A little more of his cock slides inside and I whimper, shift. “Want me to stop?”

One of his hands slips between my legs, flicks my clit and I moan, wiggle for an entirely different reason. “Oh.” He does it again, harder this time, flexes his hips while toying with the nub. “Ohh...” I purr, back in this again. “No, don’t stop, Mr. Walker. It hurts, but that feels so good.”

A smile splits his lips, full of male, cocky, satisfaction. “Maybe you like having a cock in your cunt?”

I nod, because now that the initial stretching pain is gone, my pussy is in heaven. “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. I want you dick in my pussy. Fuck me, please?” I nibble my lower lip and he presses my clit. “Please, Mr. Walker, please!”

I’m begging, but I don’t care. I want whatever he’ll show me.

He goes back to filling me, giving me shallow thrusts, in and out, more and more of his dick spreading me wide. He’s huffing and puffing, sweat beading his brow, while he tries to give me what I want.

God, do I want.

It feels like hours, but it can’t be more than seconds later, his balls are resting against my ass, dick fully inside me.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Your cunt is so tight. The perfect pussy.” He retreats a bit and then shoves forward again, forcing a shudder down my spine. Shit, his cock is touching those places his fingers had been toying with, making my arousal flare bright once again.

He does it again, out and then back in. At first, it’s in tiny increments, small shifts of his hips and before long, I’m aching for more.

Much more.

“Mr. Walker, it feels so good, makes me so hot.” He’s rubbing my clit in tiny circles, round and round, forcing my pussy to clench and tighten around him in response. “Will you make me come, Mr. Walker? I want it so bad.” I’m breathless, moving in time with him, pinching my nipples and tugging on my breasts, savoring the bit of pain.

“Yeah? Want to come on my dick?” He pulls out and slams forward, yanking a gasp from within my chest. “The dirty slut wants to come?”

I’m breathing hard, working to meet his thrusts. “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. Your dirty whore wants to come all over you.” The head of his prick strokes that sweet spot inside me and I gasp and moan, eyes drifting closed for a moment. “Harder. Please, harder. Feels so good.”

He withdraws and then shoves his way back into my cunt once again. “Harder? You want more, little virgin slut? Want me to tear this cunt up?”

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...He does it again, out and then a slam home, whole body shaking with the force. “Yes, please, yes.” Mr. Walker puts one arm around my waist and the other beneath my ass and hoists me from the counter. I squeak and wrap my legs around him, shudder at the sensation of him sinking into me even deeper. “God, don’t stop. Fuck me, Mr. Walker.”

“Oh, I’m going to, baby. This dirty slut is going to get fucked just like she wants.” I cling to him while he walks, just a handful of steps before he lowers me to the bed, the soft comforter beneath my back while he looms over me. “Ready, baby?”

I can do nothing but nod. By the time he’s got the words out, his hips are moving. He starts slow at first, one hand on my hip and the other gripping my shoulder. My pussy is at the perfect level for him now and it’s only moments before he picks up the pace.

Oh, shit.

The nice and slow morphs into a hard hammering of his cock in and out of my pussy, slam, slam, slam. The only sound in the room is the echo of flesh meeting flesh, over and over again, our breathing mingling in here and there.

“Fuck, yes, fuck me, Mr. Walker. Fuck my pussy.” I use my legs around his waist to pull him against me. Harder and harder with every thrust. His pelvis is hitting me at just the right spot, making my clit sing in response. “Give it to me. Harder. Want it.”

“Take that cock. Little slut. Getting fucked with this fat dick.” His grip is hurting me, but it doesn’t compare to the pleasure I’m feeling. He’s breathing heavy, the slap, slap, slap of our bodies going on and on.

My pussy is on fire. Good and bad and somewhere in between, clit a happy little camper and I know I’m screaming, or talking, fuck, I might not even be speaking English, but it all feels so good.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...”

“Naughty whore. Stuff you with that cock.”

“Give it to me. Harder. Do it.”

He simply growls in response, picks up his pace, balls slapping against my ass and pleasure is gathering through me. My whole damn body is like an electrical outlet, powered and ready to go, ready to fucking explode. “Mr. Walker, feels so good, love this dick. Fuck me with that fat cock. Stuff me with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah...” His face is a mottled red, sweat covering his brow while he pistons in and out of my pussy. “Fucking going to come in this cunt.”

A shudder takes over my whole body, dancing through me from head to toe and I can’t hold back my moan of pleasure, the waves of ecstasy that follows just behind the movements. “Want your come in my pussy.”

Cause I do, want him to paint me inside out, fill me to overflowing with his load. Just the idea has me on edge, cunt milking his cock, rhythmically clenching around his dick, over and over again, more and more. The pleasure is growing along my spine, slithering through me like a snake until I’m a big ball of ecstasy that’s growing larger and larger.

“Gonna...”

“Fuck yeah, come on this dick, slut.”

I reach up and pinch my nipples, back bowed, mouth hanging open as I run toward the edge and then...leap, orgasm crashing over me in wave after wave of sensation. Muscles I didn’t know I had are spasming, tightening in rhythm, squeezing bit after bit of pleasure from my body. I’m screaming, I’m yelling, I’m coming harder and harder, longer and longer and Mr. Walker keeps pistoning in and out of my pussy.

Harder.

And harder.

And harder.

“Fuck, Mr. Walker, come in my pussy. Fill my cunt.”

He groans, gives me more, more, more and then the thrusts become jerky. Once, twice, three times and he pushes deep, my name on his lips as his cock seems to grow larger inside me. It flexes and then spurt after spurt of his cum fills me, pumping into my still spasming cunt.

“Fuck, yeah. Fucking,” he rocks against me, as if trying to get deeper, “perfect cunt.”

I moan and lay limp, exhausted and more than sated.

He thrusts against me once more, his own body jerking and twitching along with mine, before he finally slumps forward, head against my shoulder.

I stroke his back and find that sweat is coating his skin. “You okay Mr. Walker?” I mean, he is as old as my Dad.

He just chuckles and I shiver, his cock still making my pussy tingle and I can feel some of his cum seeping from my cunt. “More than okay. Fan-fucking-tastic. You have the most perfect pussy. Those guys at college better take care of it.”

I think about it for a moment. He really is an amazing fuck. “Well, if they don’t, maybe you can come and visit.”

After all, it’s Fell Utilitarian College, if they didn’t want us to fuck, the acronym wouldn’t be F.U.C.

About the Author

Gia Blue writes smut because she’s been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper, and then releasing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world to enjoy. A self-proclaimed whore and nympho, she’s now an ex-stripper turned smut writer, ever since she traded in her pole for a Mac. She’s embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She’d shake your hand, but it looks like you’re busy. You can also stalk me on twitter!
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Dear Diary,

Today started out like crap. I woke up feeling all bleh, so I told my step dad and he said I could stay home from school. He’s pretty cool like that, I guess. I dunno, I kind of think that when you're 18, you can do whatever the hell you want. By around mid-morning, though, I started feeling better, so I had some toast and bacon. I looked around, realized that everyone was gone to work, and screamed because I had the entire house to myself.

We live in a really big place. It’s not like, a mansion or anything, but close. There’s five rooms, a basement, an attic, a ginormous living room, and three bathrooms. How’s that for fancy? With it being all empty, I could do whatever I wanted. Unfortunately since it was just a sick day, that meant all my boy toys were at school, though. Oh no! That was okay, though. I could amuse myself in other ways. The stash of porn that my brother has isn’t too bad. I’ve seen almost all of it, but it never gets old. It never fails to turn me on, and make me touch myself. I figured I’d sneak some of it into my room and masturbate for a while. I got a new dildo that I was dying to try, and with everyone gone, it was the perfect time to shove it in my dripping wet pussy.

While I was in the kitchen, I saw a note on the fridge, written by my mother. It said something about a delivery today. I suppose my step dad was supposed to stay home to get it, but since I was all sicky, he figured I’d get it. Nice of him to tell me, huh? Ah well, I guessed that I still had some time to sneak in a quick session of fun before it showed up.

I went into my brother’s room and grabbed the bag from under his bed that had all his porn in it. I unzipped it and out spilled some magazines. Not my thing. I like to be visually turned on. Although a girl on one of the covers was super hot, so I took it, along with two videos to fuck to. I closed the bag, put it back, and shaked my little ass into my room. I had to leave the door open, though, so I could hear the door when my mom’s package came.

I slipped the video into the VCR and hit play. From there I laid back on the bed and started touching myself through the fabric of my pajamas. I have these cute pink stretchy pants that I use. They’re not only comfortable, but they show off my ass real good. Rubbing my pussy that way feels so good, and gets me wet super fast. Especially when there’s a movie on. They guy on the TV already had his cock out and was rubbing it to get it bigger. Then in walked this busty blonde and immediately she got down on her knees and started sucking him off. Nice! She was doing it real good, too. Lots of saliva running down the shaft, good use of the tongue, a little titty fucking here and there. She was a real pro.

I slipped my hand down my pajama pants and started rubbing my clit. I gave a soft moan, and slid a finger into my pussy. It was sooo wet. My other hand slid up my red spaghetti strap top and I started playing with my nipples. Mmmm...I like that kind of stuff. The couple on TV was now fucking, hard, and it was really turning me on. He was doing her up the ass, and while I’ve yet to try that, I know that one day I’m sure to have a cock in there just like her. I worked my finger in and out faster and faster, while massaging my clit with my thumb. I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thigh. I took my hand out to taste them on my fingers. Yummy. It was time for a dildo!

Then the fucking doorbell rang. Shit. Can you believe that? It figures. Just when I’m about to go all raunchy, take my pants off, bend over and give myself a good screw, I get interrupted.

I composed myself as best I could, and ran down the stairs. I was still horny as hell when I opened the door...and hello! Wouldn’t you know it; the delivery guy was a dream. He was taller than me, with muscles bulging out of his short sleeve uniform shirt, and his calves were big and strong. He had on shorts so I got a good look at them. What a hunk! Now I just had to figure out how to get him inside.

I looked at him and waited for him to say something, but he was just standing there, staring at my tits. Good, I thought. Now that he was interested I knew he was mine.

“Hi,” I said. “Do you want to come in?”

He stumbled for a moment. Getting his thoughts together, or something. It must not be often that a pretty girl opens the door. He’s probably used to seeing ugly old housewives all day long.

“Yeah, sure,” he said.

I stepped back from the door and let him into the house, closing it behind him and locking it. I don’t think he noticed that part. He was looking at his gizmo that he had with him and scanning my mom’s package, while I was scanning his through his shorts. I wanted him to notice me looking at him, so I kept staring, imagining his big, thick cock in my pussy. My fingers running through that dirty blonde hair of his while he fucked the shit out of me. He looked at me, looked at his dick, and smiled.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

My heart started racing. Interesting. This obviously wasn’t his first encounter with a customer.

“I do,” I said. I got in real close to him and stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, wrapping my arms around his neck. He bent down to put the package on the floor, and then he started grabbing my ass.