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Especially For Kate ‒ My “Femme Fatale” From A Grateful & Oh So Horny Fuck Friend…

7/31/2010

I am ruined for life After just one time with you! Here as
promised is my version of our erotic first meeting from
last weekend…and our \sorta 'blind' date!


I changed the ending - poetic license as a writer- I am hoping
you will get back to me...


And we change our ending to having 'more opportunitiies'
to get to know each other'


I would say, "get to know each other "better'-But
not sure it can get better????


Can it!!


Enjoy…I know I did ‒ “living it” and “writing it”


Can’t wait for “Round 2” you gorgeous Fuck Doll you… Sam


_________________


Good News ‒ Bad News


So, the doctor walks into the room of his patient and tells
him, "Mr. Johnson, I've reviewed your chart
and I have some good news and some bad news for you."



Mr. Johnson replies to the doc, "I can take the bad
news, Doc, give it to me first."


The doctor looks at him gravely and says, "Your prognosis
has taken a significant turn for the worst and we now give
you two weeks to live, tops."


Stunned, the patient asks in a quivering voice, "Well,
whatever could the good news be, Doctor?"


The doctor points to a shapely nurse bending over the medicine
cart, winks at the patient and smiles while whispering,
"See that hot redheaded nurse over there? Well, I'm
fuckin' her."


That's kinda the way it goes with on-line dating, you
get some good news and some bad news.


On this particular occasion, as I watched the comely silhouette
in the open raincoat approach me, I saw a mini-skirt-clad
pair of legs between the open buttons of the raincoat. My
immediate thought was that these might just be the hottest
pair of gams that I had ever seen.


I mean, she looked cute in her on-line photos, but jeezus,
talk about an unexpected upgrade. This was my blind date for the evening…sorta blind. Ads
I’d seen her profile and she mine.


As she got closer, I inspected more diligently and approved
the entire package unilaterally. Five-feet-one inch,
long red curls with a face that looked like it came from another
place and time. A classic beauty ‒ just as her profile had
stated. Pale white skin, and pretty pink lips. High cheekbones
and green-blue eyes that made you pant just a wee bit. And
covered up I could still tell she had cuvees. This was a body
made for fuckin’. Oh, and did I mention those legs?


"Hi, you must be Sam, I'm Kate. Nice to meet you, "
she said happily, extending her right hand, while the other
flipped her red amber coloured curls off of her forehead.
The gesture left her coat opening even more to expose a very
nice chest as well, tightly covered in a light green blouse,
taut nipples peeking beneath the thin cotton fabric holding
up her round 42c tits.


Good news, definitely good news.


I led Kate to our table in the bar where we had planned a cocktail
before walking over to the French restaurant down the block
where we held a dinner reservation. Silently thanking
Al Gore and the good people from AdultFriendFinder.com,
AdultFriendFinder.com, and match.cum and whoever else
was responsible for Internet dating.


When she took off her raincoat before easing into the plush
leather seat, her impossibly sexy black skirt rising almost
to her crotch, a young waiter dropped a tray of utensils,
admiring perhaps the hottest forty-six-year-old he had
ever seen.


"You must get that a lot. The rendering men onto their
hands and knees, into jelly, " I said, indicating
the young man sheepishly cleaning up his spill while trying
not to peek up her skirt.


Kate looked at me, seemingly genuinely unaware that it
was she who had caused the one-tray accident. "What
do you mean?" Her green-blue eyes blinked quizzically.



I peered back at her, trying to gauge her sincerity. Was
she a cock-tease, or simply blissfully naive of her own
beauty? I decided not to mince words. "Kate, I like
to think I'm a keen observer and talented judge of a
woman's charms. And if you don't mind me saying,
you have, without question, the best pair of legs in the
sexiest miniskirt I have ever seen." I then nodded
to the embarrassed young man scurrying to the kitchen,
still dropping forks and spoons. "Something tells
me he agrees with me, also."


She blushed at me seductively. "Thank you, I wanted
to make an impression on you. I have a good intuition about
you, even though we only starting chatting a few days ago.



I've recently been in a bad situation, and well, I wanted
to feel especially sexy tonight. I'm glad you're
appreciative!” she said and paused, “It certainly looks
as though you are, anyway." She giggled while glancing
down to the impossible-not-to-notice bulge in my black
jeans, and her eyes lingered there for a few long seconds,
admiring the view of her own. "It, um, looks like you
have a pretty nice leg of your own, if you don't mind
ME saying."


This was very good news.


Somehow we made it through our pre-dinner drink without
me drooling into my scotch. And as I helped her on with her
coat before making the short walk to our restaurant she
leaned her body backwards just enough so that my lap cradled
against her butt cheeks. Which felt like the proverbial
buns of steel, even through the coat's material. As
she wriggled into the coat, her lower torso wiggled back
and forth against my pelvis.


We walked arm-in-arm for a block in the slight drizzle (an
omen, being wet?), and my cock stayed as hard as trying as
I tried to interpret the dialect of a French hostess who
greeted us at the restaurant's vestibule.


"Hi, " I said to the Hostess. "Seven-thirty
reservation for two for Ellis for an upstairs table, please."
I couldn't help but notice that she had on one of those
things that French women apparently wear ‒ the little black
cocktail dress. Best way I can describe it would be to say
it looked like it was painted on her.


"Ah, yes, reservation for “Elleeeese” in the private
dining room, " she repeated flawlessly with a strong
French accent. Well, almost flawlessly. She eyed Kate
up and down, her eyes gazing at her skirt with a combination
of envy and womanly appreciation. The hostess then turned
to me, smiling, showing off perfectly ‒ ohh too-white teeth,
and nodded enthusiastically.


"Your date is very beautiful. You a lucky man."
She then shouted maniacally towards the second floor in
French, something about the "Elleeese”" party.



As we walked to the private dining area there were several
other couples and one family whose “Daddy” leered at Kate
unabashedly when he saw her enter the upper level. A reaction
which did not go unnoticed by the ‘Mommy’, who elbowed him
wickedly in the ribs.


Despite the private dining area and our seating arrangement,
the table did serve to obscure any view below the table,
and Kate’s legs and my own rubbed teasingly against the
others as we enjoyed one delicious course after the next.



By the time the entertaining chef was expertly preparing
at our table side an entree Kate’s well manicured fingers
were caressing my thigh. And not to be outdone, my own hand
snuck under the ever-rising hem of her skirt so that the
back of my palm now rested on the mound of her steaming pussy.
Which felt every bit as sizzling as the open flame on the
small burner that was cooking our main course entree. She
was “hot” in more ways then just looks….


I ate left-handed for most of the meal so that I could tease
and tantalize Kate’s delectable sweet slit to my right.
Which I could tell was starting to ooze juices with a slight
musky aroma that mixed intoxicatingly with the food.


This was fine dining at it’s best ‒ five stars tonight!


When I turned my hand so that my finger finally grazed over
her silk-covered clit, Kate blushed and gasped audibly.
Causing some stares from the other patrons at the other
tables. But she dug her nails into my forearm and embraced
my arm with both hands and groaned, "Oh, my God, this
is soooo good, isn't it?" She uttered it convincingly
enough to not raise undue suspicion. But I could tell she
was enjoying it as the colour rose in her cheeks and small
gasps were heard from her.


For the duration of the meal, I continued to rub my thumb
and index fingers in excruciatingly slow circles over
her the top of her engorged nub. This was sweet torture for
her I could tell. And if I had to admit for me as well. I just
wanted to eat her pussy right there ‒ and then fuck her until
she exploded!


I continued playing with the lovely Kate. Her face turned
the shade of crimson as she shuddered repeatedly as I would
bring her to the edge and then trail off, again and again
and again. I was enjoying seeing her almost cum…I love doing
that to a woman.


Seeing the pleasure on her face and hear her moans and mews
coming from her lips was making my cock feel like steel.



Kate excused herself towards the end of the meal to 'freshen
up' as the other patrons paid their tab. “Daddy” lingered
for longer than he needed to and attempted to make some small
talk with me. No doubt hoping for one last leer at my sweet
date Kate.


But “Mommy” ushered him away, literally pulling him through
the curtains that section off this private second floor
dining area. When Kate returned, our room was empty except
for one young girl cleaning up the residue of the meals,
as I had already settled the bill.


Seemingly oblivious to the girl, or perhaps emboldened
because we did have an audience as Kate returned to the room,
she pulled the curtain tightly closed behind her. And plopped
herself down right on my chair, facing me, legs spread,
and straddled my lap. She then pulled the back of my skull
towards her face rather roughly, and snaked her soft, wet,
warm tongue into my mouth.


She began to move herself up and down my crotch. Slowly as
she kissed me hungrily. She was enjoying her move on me.
I could tell by her moans of pleasure that escaped her lips.
She then bounced up and down in a soft yet forceful rhythm
on my lap. I became aware of the young serving girl's
increasingly rapid breathing as she had a bird's-eye
view to this impromptu, spontaneous sensual dessert.
She was enjoying the tableau and me watching her watching
us.


Kate released her tongue from my own reluctantly, bringing
her lips to my ear lobe, biting it, and whispered, "You
have me so hot, after playing with me all through dinner
I thought I should reward you! Here's a present for
you." I hadn't noticed that she had something
curled into her fist when she had re-entered the room.


She uncurled the ball of her fist and I saw her gift, a chocolate
brown silk thong. She placed it gently into my palm. I could
discernibly feel the precipitation of female wetness
on the material.


The embarrassed yet aroused youngster left the room giggling
when she saw the underwear, as Kate continued her vertical
ascent and descent on my pelvis. She was horny and wanting
cock…..As she was now licking my neck. "Mmmmm they
were so wet, I couldn't wear them anymore." She
purred seductively to me.


She sat so that her perfectly shaped nipples were now brushing
against my chest and the shirt’s material only heightened
the arousal of those nipples rubbing against me. She kissed
my neck and made her way to my mouth. Kissing me again she
gave a small moan as she placed her hand on my ever bulging
and hard cock. The kissing and her hands on my cock felt fuckin’
incredible ‒ not to mention are in a public place seemed
so risky.


But Kate wanted me to wait….she was going to play with me
more ‒ like a cat with a mouse. "Let's go dancing
now at Havana, that club across the river. I hear its "No
Panty" night, and I want to be dressed appropriately
for the occasion.”


She again squeezed my cock gently, and gave me a quick kiss
and slowly raised herself off my lap.


We left the restaurant getting a “Have a good night” from
the young waitress and headed to my car.


As I walked to the car I placed the thong in my pocket, exchanging
increasingly daring kisses along the way, until we stopped
in front of the passenger side door. I initiated a game of
full-body tag in the cloak of curb side darkness. The threat
of being observed by passersby only causing our desire
to heighten.


Kate pressed her nubile body against mine, I dry-humped
her with my cock grinding into her crotch. I could feel the
steamy humidity below the hemline. I began to grope and
pinch her nipples as her tiny hands caressed my throbbing
bulge through my zipper. (There's just something
about a tiny-fisted handjob that's aces, but I digress.)



I let my hand wander under her skirt and ran my palms along
her smooth, firm buttocks as she purred in contentment
as her stroking now continued down to my heavy balls, lifting
them in her hands.


She lifted her left leg and wrapped it around my hip, grinding
into me frantically. As my other hand reached under her
blouse and found the clip of her bra between her soft breasts
and I unsnapped it gently. She moaned, collapsing further
into my arms as my fingers moved from her ass to grazed her
wet slit.


I sucked on her earlobe as I wiggled the straps off of her
shoulder blades as she began to assist my efforts to rid
her of those pesky and unwanted accessory items.


I whispered in her ear as her bra cascaded down to her waist,
and together we lifted her blouse and pulled it from the
waistband of her skirt. "It's also 'No Bra"
night on the dance floor, haven't you heard? We wouldn't
want to buck tradition, now, would we, my Little Fuck Doll?"
I knew this would get a reaction, Kate has said that there
were trigger phrases and names that got her hot. And “fuck
doll” were one of those names that had her now panting and
moaning.


The bra and the thong ended up on my rear view mirror as we
made the short ride over to the night club known as a place
that had a bit of a wild reputation for hook-ups and sexual
escapades.


The bouncer waived our cover charge, undoubtedly thinking
that the ogling of this sexy redhead was more than sufficient
to trade for any entrance stipend. He gave a low whistle
and a wink as he motioned us past the line-up


There's not much of a greater turn-on for a guy than
to escort the hottest woman in the club onto the dance floor,
especially when her nipples are protruding through her
blouse like runaway pearls and her tight skirt is cut almost
up to her sweet slit.


Once on the dance floor, Kate quickly became the focus of
a large majority of the male audience attention that were
hovering around the perimeter of the floor and from the
balcony above.


The 70's-style strobe light served as spotlights,
seeming to trace laser-like beams directly onto her continually
hardening nipples and tits. Her braless and unencumbered
tits jumped cavalierly under the blouse, and all of the
guys' eyes followed. They were all like a mesmerized
kittens watching a ping-pong ball bounce up and down, up
and down.


Her lovely shaped ass wiggled wildly beneath her skirt
like a catfish caught in a net, and I stepped back for a second
to admire my smokin' hot blind date obviously working
herself into a sexual frenzy. She was getting off on being
the focus of much male attention. This femme fatale was
as advertised on AdultFriendFinder.com, ‒ highly sexual
red-head who loved the erotic!


Then, I walked up, spun her around so that her back was mashed
into my chest, and cupped her breastbone firmly on either
side of her torso, my grip serving to raise her tits higher.



My breath was hot on her neck, exciting her all the more.
By now, she nearly palpably exuded electrical sparks.
Her desire evident to all, having captured the club after
only perhaps ten minutes of her entrance.


We've all seen it, witnessed it, enjoyed it, and envied
it. The hot chick on the dance floor dancing as though she
just HAS to get fucked, and soon. The dichotomy in this particular
case was that Kate’s pretty face was the essence of natural
beauty and innocence and purity. Then there was the body
that begged to be pleasure, suck, fucked and played with.
What's that they say about the quiet, innocent ones?



I whispered in Kate’s ear naughty words designed to heighten
her arousal and accelerate our trip from the dance floor
to the next step of this 'good news' first date.
As I said before that’s what she told me on-line that “dirty
talk” and words like “fuck doll”, made her so hot to fuck.
Well I was doing my best and still be seen as a gentleman.



"You know that every guy here wants to fuck you, don't
you?” I said as I tweaked her nipple. She shuddered and gasped
in response to my words, reaching back to pull my head onto
her shoulder, while she gyrated even more animatedly and
seductively.


"You have all of them hard, wishing they could feel
that hard body of yours, They all want to part your legs -
suck your tits - finger your hot sweet cunt. You can see that
on their faces can’t you?” I said as I watched her scan the
crowd of men who now lined the dance floor. “They all want
to lick you and taste that wet silky wet slit of yours Katie”
She gave a small moan. She was nearly primed….


“They want to smell you, and then fill up your needy pussy
with a big hard cock - pounding you over and over until you
cum over and over." Her shallow breaths had reached
a crescendo, she was virtually panting now. Seemingly
on the verge of orgasmic release.


I reached my own verbal climax, the purpose clear. "Just
like I'm going to when we get to the car." Her body
heaved in my embrace, she convulsed into a subtle but discernible
spasm. The crowd watched closer, entranced, waiting to
see what would transpire next. I felt like a passenger in
the movie "Speed". A third-party observer
within my own surreal dream, holding on for the wild ride.
Katie had a look of lust that drives men wild. We could all
tell she wanted to be fucked this red-headed beauty. Her
body was screaming out for it ‒as she erotically danced.



I went for the closing statement, followed by the inevitable
inquiry. "Tell me what you want, Katie. My own personal
fuck doll ‒ that’s what you are. Do you like that? I asked.
All she could do was give a small gasp ‒ and a half-whispered,
”Yessss!”


“You're the hottest piece of ass this place has ever
seen, and I'm gonna take you outside and fuck you like
crazy. You need to get fucked tonight, don't you Katie?”
She rubbed herself against me her pussy on my leg as she danced
erotically t the beat of the music. “ Isn't that what
you want you little cock whore?"


She looked at me with that innocent face, but her eyes were
filled with unmistakable and unbridled lust. "If
you wanna fuck me, Sam, you’d better get me out of here now
before I take you up on your offer to fuck every guy in this
club! You are making so wet and so fucking horny with all
your talk. How about some action baby? I am so wet right now
‒ you have no idea!?"


Um, that was good news.


I felt like Mark Anthony escorting Cleopatra to the scene
of the hot carnal events to come.


Some corners of the bar's male patronage burst into
applause when we exited. The same bouncer who provided
free entry handed Kate a VIP card for free lifetime admission
with a “Come back again Red, and I’ll give you the VIP private
‒ all access tour!” he laughed. (Gee, that was sentimental,
I thought, I wonder if he has a discounted tattoo offer,
also?).


Kate surprised me by saying, ”Thanks lover!” and getting
up on tip toe and pulling the bouncer down to her level and
kissing him full on so passionately ‒ that he pulled her
into his arms and proceeded to kiss her hungrily and with
so much force that Kate’s knees weakened. He leaned heavily
into her. The whistles, cat calls and “fuck ya’s” from those
in line were almost deafening as I stood an watched this
vixen take down the six-foot 3 inch brute with her kisses
and ample body. She was good ‒ and primed for fuckin’ if she
was taking him on…..


The bouncer finally released Kate ‒ and winked at me as he
placed Kate in my arms and said, “Now you have a good night
little lady ‒ and fuck her hard for me will ya’!” It was a rhetorical
question I knew as did he ‒ it was gonna definite gonna be
a “hell ya’” night!


We quickly drove back over to the parking lot of the little
bar where we started our little adventure hours ago.


Kate had been more then warmed me up for the pending activities
by seductively rubbing my crotch over my pants with one
hand while pushing her other hand beneath her skirt to play
with herself leisurely as I drove back to the bar. The sight
was so hot ‒ her playing with herself. Almost bring herself
to cum ‒ but holding herself back. Driving as the street
lights rhythmically showcased by their lights her pussy
in the low lights.


I pulled into the parking lot as Kate gave a small guttural
moan and said, “Hurry and fuck me Sam. I want that cock inside
me…now!”


I said, ”Your wish is my command. “Let’s use my vehicle ‒
it’s bigger ‒ more room.” said Kate smiling. It then dawned
on me that I hadn't yet seen Kate’s vehicle or where
she had parked since I had met her inside the first bar hours
ago.


"Over there, " Kate said, releasing her hand
from my crotch to point to a minivan parked in relative seclusion
by the river's towpath. "My car is in the shop
and this is the only “loaner” that my mechanic had for me.
I thought that was bad news....but now…” She laughed and
continued on…”It has reclining seats and a privacy window.
Will that work?" she laughed as she jumped out of the
car. She wasn’t kidding or wasting time ‒ she wanted to fuck!



As we climbed into the van Kate immediately pushed me back
into the back seat and virtually tore my pants down, and
then raising her own skirt up. The change in vehicles would
indeed work just splendidly indeed ‒ for both of us.


Kate was indeed primed ‒ so horny and so wanted my cock ‒ She
wasted no time as she grabbed the base of my cock and literally
stuffed it into her tight hole. Grunting to accept the girth,
and positioning herself by circling and rocking and writhing
her hips down onto my entire length. I was impressed and
now even harder at the sight ‒ my cock deep inside her pussy.



She took her blouse and lifted it over her head, revealing
her curvy figure accentuated by perfectly beautiful full-rounded
tits. Thos gorgeous tits were highlighted by the prettiest
pale pink nipples I’d ever seen. had been waiting to suck
those all night long. I’d started at them enough all through
dinner ‒ and then at the club!


She reached behind me to stroke my balls as she used my instrument
like her personal trampoline. "Unggh, huge, I knew
you'd have a big cock when you contacted me! “ she laughed.
“Ohhhh you cocky bastard, I could just tell! You were so
fucking confident. Mmmmmmm I love big cocks.”





She moaned as she gave me instruction that made my cock twitch
and grow even more, “Fill me Sam! Oh god stretch me. Ruin
my cunt, you stud.


On line we’d met in the “talk Dirty To Me” chat room…So she
knew what got me hot and bothers. And I was so bothered by
this naked chick ‒ a complete stranger really - sitting
on my cock and talking dirty to me. She circled my cock again
and tighten her pussy around my cock. “Yeah that’s it - fuck
me. She quickened her pace, ” I'm so gonna use that
dick for my pleasure.”


I decided to rev up my pace and circled her tight cunt and
rammed my cock into her not hot wet creamy pussy! “Ohhh ‒
fuck yeah. Ram me.....Sam ‒ harder” was her response…”Yessss
fuckkkk mee!” she moaned louder and began to give little
screams of pleasure and delight. “That big cockhead feels
like a fucking huge walnut up my pussy, Mom, Christ. "



She then stuck her fingers in my mouth and fish-hooked my
lips apart. This drove me wild. This sweet, innocent-looking
redhead now turned a cock-ravenous dirty slut. Just looking
at her naked and my cock going in and out of her and hearing
her noises and words was unbelievable - My hips bucked to
match her frantic thrusts.


She was a woman now seemingly possessed by cock. Oblivious
to the rocking created by our manic fucking that would have
alerted any pedestrians in close proximity.


If that alone wasn't enough to bring attention to our
condition, I was concerned her delirious and eager squeals
would soon violate the municipality's noise restrictions
as she began to convulse. Her perfect ass slapped loudly
and repeatedly against my thighs and she fucked me with
animalistic fervour.


My shaft snapped and bent as it assaulted her cervix, we
had reached the bottom of her tunnel, but she demanded,
vociferously, "More, more, deeper, harder. That’s
it baby ‒ fuck this cunt of yours. “ Her dirty talk made me
pump faster and harder. “I'm gonna cum soon, I'm
gonna.......ooooh, Godddddddddddd."


Her utterings trailed off into one long, continual primal
grunt/scream as I felt a flood of warm fluid pour from her
slit onto my waist. ‘Ohhhhhh Fucccckkk Samm….” She purred.
“ I love that big cock of yours….so muchhhh!”


Large drops now trickling down onto my ass, as I watched
her flat stomach turn into a series of ripples. It was as
if a pebble had been thrown into a pond. Starting at the triangle
above her gingered red muff and extending all the way up
to her upper abdomen, just below her fucking beautiful
suckable tits, next to her ribcage. Fuckin’ her was more
then great ‒ it was a fucking dream cum true! One I’d stroked
off to by cam on more then one occasion s she had watched me.



But the real thing was on the end of my cock begging for me
to go harder ‒ deeper ‒ faster!


Her hands pushed hard against my chest to the point that
I would later discover that I would be covered with bruises
in the shape of fingertips, as her nails dug into my own pecs.
As the aftershocks of her explosion coursed through her
electrically charged body. She obviously loved cock ‒
mine especially! I had awakened something in her…..she
loved fucking and cock….


She knew I was close to cumming…..As suddenly and forcefully
as she had mounted me moments before, she then extracted
her cunt form my shaft, exiting her body from mine with an
audible 'pop' and a stream of white, milky cum-cream,
and she pushed my knees apart and began to tongue-lash my
twitching cock. She was lifting my ass off the cushion with
one hand so that she could have unfettered access to my flopping
testicles. She hungrily applied her tongue and lips to
my cock like a woman possessed.


Her eyes flicked up at me for a moment, her lips gripped me
tighter, if that's possible. She pulled her head back,
keeping the head in her mouth. She loosened just a bit and
moved her head forward, getting me almost all in her mouth,
then gripped me tightly and slid back again. And again.
She raised her head for just a second to exclaim, almost
admiringly, "You have such a delicious cock, "
bringing her mouth to mine in a hot kiss, before resuming
her cock meal. I could taste myself from having wiped my
tongue around the inside of her mouth.


It was as if Kate ‒ now I knew was my own personal Fuck Doll
- was consuming a melting ice cream cone. Alternating between
the cream and the cone with such delight she moaned in obvious
sinful oral pleasure. This woman loved cock and sucking
it.


What she lacked in technical expertise, she more than compensated
for in artistic expression. Her innocence, red curls,
combined with her lapping and slobbering and spitting
and groaning and trailing long strands of saliva from her
mouth to my shaft and back again was an incredible sight
to behold. My own real live porno star in the making ‒ right
in front of me ‒ sucking me off! Life was good!


This was such a turn-on for me. Kate with that innocent face,
sexy body and the air of purity was now playing with a cock
that was still hard and wanting to get back to that tight
ginger red haired pussy. Fuck now I knew why I liked redheads
and why Kate’s profile had stood out from so many others.



But she was enjoying the cock obviously ‒ as over and over
she tried coaxing my cum with her crazed oral administrations.
She sucked on my head of my cock until I thought I would ass
out… She reached up to take my hand and place it on the back of her
head and pushed roughly to indicate she wanted to be throat-fucked.
Being the altruistic gentleman that I am, I complied. After
all, it was our first date, and everyone knows you should
be on your best behaviour on a first date, right?


Her muffled groans and grunts with her mouth and throat
filled with cock told me that she was having another orgasm.
Oh my god - simply from being face-fucked! This was even
more a turn on for me. My cock throbbed with the desire for
this woman.


And under her now sweet tongue and lips I soon thereafter
announced my inevitable release and gripped her skull
even tighter as my cum rocketed from my shaft. Perhaps six
bolts of powerful semen lightning initially, followed
by another half-dozen smaller streams. All of which to
my amazement she swallowed or gurgled. As my massive cumload
flooded her throat and filled her belly.


There were tears in her eyes and a hint of semen oozing from
her sweet lips as she picked her head up to face me, once again
almost sheepishly. What a sexual conundrum this vixen
was. Her small mouth opened to reveal a cum-coated tongue
and cheeks. "I've always wanted to do that. Be
throat-fucked. Gosh Sam - thank you! That was intense.”
I laughed, and said "Well, you're more than welcome,
Kate. Believe me when I say - the pleasure was all mine,


But I was not done with sweet Katie…Not by a long shot!


Before she could recuperate fully, I decided oral reciprocity
was in order, and I flipped her on her back onto the seat.
I quickly unzipped her skirt so that she was finally totally
nude. What a site ‒ she was flushed with lust and was excited
I could tell. She looked so fuckeable…


I began what I call 'butterfly' vaginal kissing.
I split her labia with one hand by stretching the beautiful
pink folds as far as they could extend them. And with the
other hand, I inserted my ring and middle finger and vibrated
them onto the upper walls of her spongy cunt. Spelunking
for the ever-elusive g-spot. And finding it rather expediently,
while my tongue lapped the top of her clit and my lips circled
the small hard nub. By her sexy moans coming from her sweet
lips - the epicentre of her ecstasy.


"I think you're even more delicious, "
I said as I did everything I ever wanted to do with a perfect
body. Telling her what a lovely body she had all through
it. I kissed everywhere. I licked and sucked on her fucking
incredible breasts.


Kissed across her taut abdomen, kissed up and down her second
glance-worthy legs.


Then I literally ate her pussy like the delicacy it was.
I licked inside. I tried to suck it entirely into my mouth.
I zeroed in on her clit again and licked it gently, flicked
it with my tongue. I sucked it again and again. She was going
wild and telling me to keep going.


SO I did what the lady asked…Kept going…..


I don't know why but I simply love eating pussy, and
this was the hottest cunt I had ever experienced. Kate’s
was like a teapot in perpetual steam overflow. I adore using
and tasting the female body, feeling the texture and shape,
the tastes. And, of course, to cause the woman to go absolutely
fucking crazy with lust is just pure euphoria for me. I get
off on it. My cock was getting harder by the minute listening
to her.


Some women obviously love to suck cock, as Kate had demonstrated
just before this. So I guess it's no surprise that some
guys love to eat pussy. Like me!


I also loved that her trimmed ginger red pubic hair at my
request before our meeting. Her pussy hair was shaped like
an arrow or triangle, aimed down at her puffy now deep pink
vaginal lips. That strip of red was like a directional sign
that demanded, "For a sweet treat - eat me here."



Her lips were bright pink and thick. A gourmet meal of fresh
and delectable soft and sweet tasting pussy. I told Katie
how beautiful her pussy was between gulps and slurps. And
each compliment elicited another burst of love juice from
her pussy gash to my lips. She I am sure was “squirter’. I
loves me a ‘squirter’….


She came again and again, and writhed and moaned, and I just
kept eating her until I was ready to cum again. This pretty
redheaded fuck doll was making my cock ache for more pussy!
I was so ready to cum hard.


So before I did, I manoeuvred myself flat onto the seat.
L lifted her on top of me, and pushed my cock into her now so
wet creamy and still tight pussy - while she rode me reverse
cowgirl-style. I made sure I held her legs tightly together
so that my cock could tickle her g-spot.


She played with her clit as I pounded her pussy and she rammed
herself over and over onto my hard 9 inch cock! All the time
telling me how good my cock felt!!!! That was the mark of
a true cock whore…talking about cock while being fucked!



Then, after ten more hot minutes or so of increasingly hot
fucking that had us both coming to the edge several times,
I positioned her so that she was on her knees on the rear seat,
facing away from me. Towards the back window her sweet ass
facing my ram rod hard meaty throbbing cock.. I began to
now vigorously pummel her steaming passage from behind.
While I simultaneously reached around and expertly massaged
her gorgeous swinging tits and now so sensitive clit. She
gave out small screams and begged me to fuck her harder ant
to work her clit. She was now begging me and asking for me
to fuck her harder ‒her urgent pleas only made me go faster,
harder and with a greater force deeper into her pussy.


She met my thrusts and further tightened her pussy around
my now cum filled cock. “Fucckkkk yesssss” was all she could
say. Then she said the one thing that I told her was something
that always made me cum hearing a woman say as I fucked her
without exception ‒ a woman declaring that her pussy was
now all mine….”Yeah fuck this pussy of yours! It’s all yours
baby…..this pussy loves that big hard cock of yours! It’s
so huge! Ohhh yeahh……fuck meeeee!!!!…” with that I had
to cum…hard! With a loud grunt of my own I shot another big
load of seed, this time deep into her sopping, steaming
cunt.


I revelled in the fact that every ounce of available cum
that I had to produce that night was now snugly coated within
Kate’s mouth, throat, tummy, skin, or vaginal cavity.
That was a turn on.


And that she was still begging me to fuck her. That she’d
said her tight hot pussy was all mine! This stranger ‒ this
beautiful woman wanted me and my cock!


These thoughts alone caused my cock to twitch again in a
Lazarus-like resuscitation. My sexual adrenalin hormones
were in full overdrive due to this magic woman and the erotic
sex we had just shared. I knew I’d have to have more after
a rest. I’d be more than ready for more, amazingly enough
with this woman.


My cock was still buried deep within her cunt. That was one
fine feeling let me tell you!


Exhausted, Kate dozed in my arms in the awkward sexual pretzel
as we were contorted in the rear seat until she finally raised
her head groggily and asked me what time it was. She looked
so good ‒ like she’d been fucked and so liked it! Her sensuality,
erotic looks, nakedness and scent was so hot. In one word,
“Fuckable!”


I replied that it was just after midnight, and she rose in
a start! My cock came out with a pop!


We both laughed. But I could tell she was obviously in a panic.
For a minute I thought she had a husband!!!! So I asked her,
as she’d stated in her profile she was single,


She informed me that she had to rush home since she had told
her room mate that she would be absolutely no later than
midnight on this our first blind date. “She’ll think you’ve
kidnapped me!” Kate said laughing. “Haven’t I?” I replied
smirking and running my fingers up her still wet slit. I
so wanted inside that pussy again. My cock twitched at the
thought.


She shivered, and gave a sly grin, ’ If we start gain ‒ I don’t
think I will get home or you will get any rest tonight. This
being our first date ‒ I’ don’t want you to think I’m too easy!”
she laughed and she grabbed for her clothes ‒ all the while
not taking her eyes off me or my cock! She unconsciously
licked and then bit her bottom lip. Fuck she was sexy! But
she was also dead on that if we started ‒ it would be fucking
all night long!…


We were deprived of a sensual goodnight kiss to conclude
our wild evening as she scurried into her wrinkled wardrobe
and gunned her borrowed minivan from the lot, blowing me
a kiss as her tires spun up gravel.


As I drove home, alone, I thought that I had found myself
as close to my dream woman as I could possibly hope for, and
fantasized about further adventures with sweet Kate.
I also kept my bra and thong souvenirs displayed on the rear
view mirror as commemorative items. The sight and smell
of them alone kept me hard, and when I arrived home, I confess
I couldn't help but to rub the panties all over my cock.
Masturbating myself to slumber with one more final trickle
of cum as I pictured my personal fuck doll taking my cock
into that sweet ginger red and oh ‒ so-tight pussy of hers....



I sent the obligatory post-first-date e-mail the next
morning - filled with sincere adulation and affection
for her sexy body, personality and fuck-ability. In hindsight,
I probably came across sounding like a gushing schoolboy
intoxicated by the always treacherous tightrope between
emotions of deep lust and desire and a crush.


Kate did not reply to my e-mail. So I waited a day, and sent
another. Then one more, and then a fourth e-mail. The scenes
of our first date played in my head constantly. At home in
the shower ‒ in bed at night. At work while in a meeting. Out
with friends at a social event. And of course whenever I
spotted a redhead in the crowd.


And then I called for the balance of the week, leaving sweet
voice messages while mentally replaying the evening's
events in my mind. Running back my brain tape to determine
if I had made a fatal mistake somewhere. Me, nah, couldn't
happen. Something must have happened to her? That had to
be it.


Her lack of responses left me admittedly mournful. As Nathan
Lane's character famously said in Birdcage, "How
would you expect me to feel? Bewildered ‒betrayed?"



This was bad news.


Finally, on day eight of my own personal mental hell of a
reality show called "Sammy’s Emotions Held Hostage
by A Fuck Doll", came the reply. I was like a puppy anticipating
a new bone as I opened her e-mail. This was good news, yay!
All I could think of was fucking Kate and eating her sweet
pussy all night long!


I wished that I hadn't.


"Hey Sam, Sorry I haven't responded, but I need to do so now because
you sound kind of worried about me. I'm fine, but I need
to explain something out of fairness."


This was beginning to sound like it may be bad news.


"Remember when I told you at the beginning of our date
that I'd been recently in a bad situation?"


Vaguely I remembered. I read on.


"Well, truth is, that I had caught my boyfriend cheating
on me, and he and I decided that the best way for me to even
the score and move on with our lives would be to go out and
have a wild one-nighter of my own, as long as I told him all
about it when I got home.


So, that's what you and I shared last week. I hate to
sound so blunt about it, but you were my 'Rent-a-Cock'
for the night. And, don't get me wrong, it was fantastic!
Amazing! The sex was wild…your cock and tongue were awesome.



But, well, I really love my boyfriend. Go figure, and he
got so turned on hearing about you and I that he bought me
an engagement ring this week, and we're flying to Vegas
next weekend to elope."


Bad, very bad news.


Her e-mail had three more paragraphs and a lovely consolation
prize ‒ err parting gift in the form of an offer.


"However, and I hope you don't find this presumptuous,
but I have a twin sister, Christie, who just got separated
and she was the only other one who I told about us. And, well,
she's interested in, um, 'dating' you if
that sounds intriguing to you.


I've attached her photo with her contact info, and
already told her that you weren't a big fan of undergarments.
So hopefully, you two will hit it off.


Who knows, maybe we can all double-date someday after my
wedding. Good luck, Christie wants to hear from you. I think
the picture gives you an idea of what she considers fun."



My hand trembled slightly as I hit the mouse and the attachment
popped onto my screen. It was a photo of a virtual clone of
Kate. Her sister was lying on her back, long red curls askew,
naked, staring into the lens with an "O" face,
a large pink dildo firmly embedded deep in her pussy


This was good news. I picked up the phone. "Hello,
Christie? Hi, it's 1-800-Rent-a-Cock, how are you
today?" --------------------------- There you go Kate. Call me - You have my number - in more ways then just 7 digits
tooo - (wink)\ Sam



A vixen to take "advantage" of....
A sassy natural redhead with stamina - and imagination!

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Wow, what a fantastic story, and with such a twist of an ending.
Your stories are always incredibly erotic, and this one
didn't fail to please! Now, if only I were Sam and you
were Christie...


You definitely have me in your thrall, lovely Kate!

8/1/2010