You may think this is a love story, it's not. It is, however, a true story.
I had just moved to a new city and feeling a bit lonely and isolated. So far the only acquaintances I've made were coworkers. I suppose it's also worth mentioning that I'm a bit of an introvert so inviting people to hang out outside of work isn't in my character. I love my job, but as I drove back to my empty apartment for another weekend by myself I began to wonder if this decision to relocate was the right one.
As I closed the door, sadness hit me once again as reality of another weekend by myself stared back at me in the form of a silent modern apartment. For a brief moment I contemplated a suggestion from a friend back home. He suggested I join an online dating website, but the thought of that made me feel dirty and cheap. That's probably an odd thing to say coming from someone 33 and grew up in the age of technology, but I consider myself old school and that's not how I wanted to find companionship. I wasn't looking for a cheap fuck and my understanding of the type of girls on those sights were just that, easy women wanting meaningless sex. That wasn't for me.
Accepting that it would be another weekend by myself I decided to spend it doing what makes me feel better, cooking. As I drove to the grocery store my mindset went from self loathing to trying to figure out which enticing meals I should make and what kind of wine would pair nicely with it. Tom Petty playing on the radio also helped this mood swing. My only negative thoughts now were that I wished I would have changed out of my business casual attire for something more comfortable.
It was there, while walking up and down the aisle, that my life would forever be changed. Paying too much attention to the rows of pasta and not enough on the direction of my cart, I crashed into hers. We made eye contact and instantly I was drawn to her. Those blue eyes stared at me and I saw the rest of my life in that split second. She was exactly my type. 5'2", small frame, medium length blonde hair, fit body and perfect curves. I wasn't sure of her age but knew she was younger than me, probably 25 or 26. It was like she was straight out of one of my dreams.
At first I was a fumbling idiot, introducing myself and apologizing for my lack of attention to where I was going. Then out of nowhere I asked her out. I think I was just as surprised at myself, as she was, when I asked if she'd be interested in going to a baseball game with me tomorrow night. "That is if you are a baseball fan. If not I'm sure I could come up with something else." To my delight she said the "baseball game sounds fun. Let me see your phone so I can enter my info."
As she handed my phone back, she gave me a sweet smile before walking away. I looked at her entry: Sara M. For the rest of the night I was walking on air. I was giddy to the point of almost being annoyed at myself for how excited I was. Upon arriving back at my apartment I immediately logged onto the computer and purchased the best seats available. They were pricey and normally I wouldn't splurge on such things, but I really wanted to impress Sara so I went all out. My father always said, ‘only the best for the best'.
Once the tickets were confirmed and saved onto my phone I took a screen shot of the tickets and sent the picture to Sara along with the following text:
Me: [image-tickets] Me: Great meeting you today. Game starts at 7:15. Let's meet around 6. Does that work? Sara M: k, where Me: My place? Brookhaven Apartments #735 Sara M: C u then
I'll admit I was hoping to start up a conversation and learn more about her, but at this point nothing could damper my enthusiasm for our date the following night.
I found it hard to sleep but eventually drifted off and as the sun rose I attacked the day. It went by slow but I kept busy and even managed to extend my daily run by several extra miles in an effort to fast forward time. Finally at 6:06 my doorbell rang and once again I was face to face with Sara M. I couldn't hide my enthusiasm even if I wanted to, the smile on my face, I was sure, said it all and that "I'm so glad to see you again!"
That first date was amazing. We ended up going to a sports bar next to the stadium and ate appetizers, washed it down with cold beer and laughed. I found myself beyond comfortable with her and opened up more than I'd normally do on a first date. She was easy to talk to and I wanted her to know that I was a nice guy and really interested in her.
I also took every opportunity to soak in her body. She wore a white top with the teams logo on the front. It was tight and while no cleavage was showing, it hugged her medium sized breast perfectly. It was also short which allowed a clear view of her flat stomach whenever she reached her arms out too far. The jeans she was wearing were also tight with distressed tears on the thighs. I'm not ashamed to say that the glimpses of flesh she displayed made my hands sweat.
Everything about her was incredible. I found myself finding excuses to touch her, as if trying to lock into my mind that she was real and not some fairytale. When laughing I'd reach out and touch her shoulder. If there was a stray hair I'd brush it back behind her ear with my hand. I was always looking for some excuse to touch her. I was also mentally logging away any facts she said about herself along with her likes and dislikes.
Around 7:00 we made our way into the stadium and proceeded to the pro shop. I purchased a jersey for myself and a hat for Sara. Now I'm not sure how other men are, but for me, I love a woman in a baseball cap. Not many can pull the look off, but those who can I find sexy as hell. Sara was someone whom could definitely pull the look off and this only cemented my crazy desire for her even more.
We watched the game and even though the home team was losing from the opening inning, nothing could ruin the mood. There was obvious sparks and I couldn't remember ever having a better time on a first date. Around the middle of the game I stated we needed to take a selfie together and placed my arm around her for the picture. My arm remained wrapped around her shoulder the rest of the game and I was so happy to now have a picture of her on my phone.
After the game we walked out of the stadium hand in hand and proceeded back to my car. Returning to my apartment I thanked her for an incredible evening and asked if she would go out to dinner with me the following night. To my delight she agreed. I walked her to her car and before closing the door I give her a hug and a kiss goodnight. As I watched her drive away I suddenly felt empty and sad. I knew if I invited her up to my apartment that she probably would have accepted, but knew I wouldn't trust myself being alone with her just yet.
I've never slept with someone on a first date and didn't want to start with Sara. I also didn't want to cheapen my high opinion of her if she would have made advances on me. I'm not that kind of guy that believes in meaningless sex. Sex is important to me. I've never even had as much as a one night stand. Not that I couldn't, it just didn't appeal to me. I remember in college, that's all my friends tried to do. Go out, get drunk, get laid. Honestly, the thought of doing that turns me off and the women that did that I wanted no part of. There was something special about Sara and I was bound and determined to go about this relationship the right way.
Once back into my apartment I showered, grabbed my phone and sat down on the couch. Opening up my phone I pulled up the picture of us I had taken at the game. After I saved it as her contact photo I zoomed in on her and studied her face. I was so taken with her. Those blue eyes. That smile. Even the loose piece of hair that fell down her face. I was in awe of her beauty and couldn't remember ever being as attracted to anyone as I was her. I was overcome by this sense of luck that I found her. Suddenly I was so thankful that I chose to relocate. I also had a bit of fear. I was so close to not moving and if I would have backed out I never would have met Sara. I started to feel like it was fate that we meet.
I decided to text her.
Me: Just wanted to make sure you got home safe and thank you again for a great time.
I got nervous after several minutes passed, but then got a reply.
Sara M: home safe Sara M: in tub, give me a min Me: Okay
As I sat and waited I couldn't help but imagine her taking a bath. Knowing that right now she was naked and wet, soaking in hot water. Washing her heavenly body. Her hand caressing her flat tummy, covering her breast with soap before washing it away with splashes of water. Her pristine pussy getting cleaned, wondering how neat she kept her bush or if it was bald. My mind kept fabricating different images of how she looked laying there nude. It wasn't until another text came through that I snapped out of my dirty trance.
Sara M: hey Me: Hey! All clean? (I started to cringe as soon as I hit send. Stop being an idiot! I told myself) Sara M: yep Sara M: I had a great time too, can you send me the pic of us Me: [image-Me&Sara selfie] Me: Best first date ever. Sara M: do you really mean that Me: Yes! Why? Sara M: seemed like you were ready for it to end Me: Can I be honest? Sara M: please Me: I like you. A lot. Want to go about things the right way. I think we could have something special.
I waited for a response but it seemed like an eternity. I was too forward. I was scaring her off. Damn it! I wanted to play it cool and here I was getting all serious after one date. Maybe I should reply and say I was just kidding when her reply finally came through.
Sara M: I like you too. I'll see u tomorrow
Crap, she must think I'm some desperate weirdo. What was I thinking?!? I get this gift of not only meeting an amazing woman, but actually get her to agree to a date and as soon as she leaves I'm telling her we have something special? I put down my phone, disgusted at myself. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling I'm willing to bet anything I never hear from her again. I have the best date and then I have to go and ruin it by being all soft and emotional. I kick myself until finally falling asleep.
Waking up in the morning I grab my phone and to my amazement I see a text notification.
Today 2:34 AM Sara M: r u up?
She texted me! I'm never turning off my notifications at night ever again. I wonder what she wanted. Was she going to tell me she didn't want to go out on our date tonight? I wasn't sure but there was only one way to find out.
Me: Hey! Didn't get your text until just now. Sorry. Text me when you're up and about. Sara M: I'm up. Wanna go 2 the park Me: absolutely! When? Sara M: I'll b over in 30 Me: Perfect
The next few days were a gift. That Sunday we went to the park and just walked and talked. I found out she came from a broken home. She had a rough childhood, but her and her mother made due. She received her associates degree in business at the community college. She loved yoga and attended pilates classes whenever she found time. After the park we saw a matinees at the near by movie theater then had dinner. Tuesday we did lunch and Wednesday we made dinner at my place and she fell asleep on my shoulder while watching a movie. She ended up spending the night and when I woke she was still wrapped in my arms.
Yes, I was falling deeper in love with her. I've heard of people having whirlwind romances, but never thought it'd happen to me. Despite the strong feelings I still haven't tried to have sex with her. I wanted to, lord knows I wanted to, but from the moment I met her I knew I wanted her long term so I held off all sexual urges the best I could. In the process though I fell even more deeply for her. Physically she was my walking and talking wet dream, but she was so much more. Our personalities fit perfectly, she was funny and smart, she was caring with a heart of gold. She was everything I was looking for in a partner.
It was now Thursday and as I had done all week, I decided to text her on my lunch break.
Me: Hey! Hope your day I going well. Are you busy? Sara M: hello you. Not busy what's up? Me: I would like to do something special tomorrow night. I've already made reservations at La Miraco. Are you cool with that? Sara M: that place is pretty fancy, u sure Me: yes Sara M: I'd love to but not sure I have anything formal enough to wear. Me: Let me take you shopping tonight after work. We'll find you something perfect for our perfect night. Sara M: if you're sure then YES!
We met up after work and after a bite to eat went to the mall. We went straight to Nordstrom's and after trying on around a dozen dresses found the perfect little black dress. When I say perfect, I mean perfect. It was like it was made specifically for her. It hugged her body in all the right places and had a elegant flair that suited her. The best part was the smile on her face and the way she glowed as she twirled around in the mirror, looking at herself from every angle.
It was quite expensive, but I didn't mind. I hoped we could get a lot of use out of it. I also was laying subtle hints to the fact that I wanted a special night and was looking forward to seeing her taking it off tomorrow and that since I bought it she couldn't be mad if I was to rip it off her. Plus I could tell she was very appreciative which I hoped would add to tomorrow nights pleasure. When she came out of the changing room I grab her by the hand and led her to the shoe area. I told her "a dress like that needs the perfect pair of shoes to complete the outfit." She was hesitant at first, but I assured her I wanted to.
Friday evening came and I offered to pick her up but she insisted that she would just come over once she was ready and we'd leave for dinner. In order to give myself plenty of time I started getting ready as soon as I got home from work. I'm a details person and did my best to have everything set up for the night, double checking things to make sure it was perfect. I'm not sure if I was more nervous or excited, but had a feeling tonight was going to be a night to remember. I held off my sexual urges all week and now I was finally ready to give in and let go.
The doorbell rang and I ran to the mirror to give myself a final check. Satisfied I opened the door to greet Sara and for a moment I was speechless. She looked so elegant and beautiful. Her blonde hair was partially up giving full view of her beautiful face. Her dress was even more perfect than I remembered and the skin that was showing glowed. As we walked to my car I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass and legs. Her legs were skinny but not like rails. They were tone and as she walked in those strapped heels the muscles in her calves flexed. I was so enamored by her beauty and grace.
I opened the car door and allowed her to get seated before closing the door behind her. As she sat I couldn't help but to gaze as more of her thighs became exposed as she crouched down into the seat. Walking behind the car I had to adjust my cock to make my growing desires not noticeable. Turning on the car, I glanced over, took her hand and raised it to my mouth. I kissed it and said, "you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
Dinner was excellent and we even managed to polish off an entire bottle of wine. The conversation was pleasant, but the underlying tension of finally being physical was obvious to both of us. We had held off all week and I don't think either of us wanted to wait any longer than necessary. So as the waiter came back and asked if we wanted dessert I quickly said "no, just the check please."
As we walked into my apartment, Sara excused herself and went into my bathroom. As soon as she closed the door I started to prepare the bedroom. I closed the window blinds, lit the candles I placed around the room and turned on the music. I had spend the past two days putting together the perfect playlist and just as the music started to play the bathroom door opened and Sara returned to my candlelit bedroom.
No words were spoken, they weren't needed. As I walked up to her I could tell she was nervous and honestly I liked that. Our lips met and immediately began to passionately kiss. Her lips were soft and receptive as my tongue moved inside her mouth. I placed one arm around her back and lowered myself, placing my other arm just above her knees. In one motion I scooped up her petite body into my arms. Because of our height difference, me being 6' and her only 5'2", holding her like this made it easier for our mouths to be more aggressive with our kiss.
Still locked in our kiss, I felt her body succumb and lay limp in my arms as I carried her across the room to where my bed was. I can't recall ever wanting someone more than I wanted her. As I approached the edge of my bed I lowered her to her feet. My hands found her shoulders and reluctantly broke our kiss as she sat down on the edge of my bed. Our lips were no longer attached but now our eyes were locked, each of us staring longingly at the other.
I got down on my knees and grabbed her foot. Slowly I unbuckled the leather straps and pulled it off her foot. I did the same thing to the other foot. Standing back up and still with our eyes locked together, I reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. Reaching behind her I found the zipper to her dress and slowly began to lower it. Raising my hands to her shoulder I slowly grab hold of the thin straps and slide them off her shoulder. I release my grip of the elegant fabric and watched as it falls off her body onto the floor.
Sara wasn't wearing a bra so as the dress falls she is now standing before me in just a pair of black panties. My eyes seize the moment and for the first time gaze upon her breasts. They are larger than I expected and stand firmly even with no support. Her nipples are a light brown and stick out firm. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and I stare at her like this, standing topless before me looking better than any fantasy I concocted in my head.
My hands start to tremble as I continue to stare at her. I begin to unbutton my shirt. As I get it halfway undone Sara reaches out and begins to unbuckle my belt. As I pull my shirt off she's unbuttoning my pants and lowering the zipper. I pull them down as she grabs hold of the waistband of my boxers and reaches inside freeing my cock from the material. Her touch sent shock waves through me as soon as I feel her take hold of me. She begins to slowly stroke me as I step out of them and stand naked in front of her. I look down and watch as her tiny hand twists up and down my long thick shaft. It throbs and jerks in response to her grip.
While still continuing to stoke me, Sara eases back onto the bed pulling me forward by my cock. First sitting and then laying back, all the while tenderly stoking my cock. I follow her journey onto the bed and reach out and slide down her panties exposing her pink privates and a thin landing strip. Seeing her laying naked below me for the first time is something I will never forget. She spreads her legs wide as I come up upon her. There is no need for foreplay, we've waited a week to get to this point and I can't wait another moment. I have to be inside her.
Our eyes lock once again and I can see the desire in her eyes as she guides my cock to her opening. Her mouth parts as the head pushing its way inside her tight pussy. Slowly I start to ease myself in and out of her. Each thrust slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside her. I continue to watch her face as more of me slides inside her. I whisper, "let me in. I want to be all the way inside you. Give yourself to me." With that she wrapped her legs around my back and I pushed the rest of my length inside her.
I held there for a moment, my cock completely inside her. Her walls hugging me tight as I throbbed against them. I wanted to savor this moment, savor being one with her for the first time. We stayed like that, just looking at each other with lust and burning desire. I never felt so complete.
I reach for her arms and lifted them up over her head, forcing them straight. With her arms fully extended I locked my hands around her tiny wrists, holding them firm in that position. I then began the thrust again. Slowly withdrawing my length then slamming it back inside her. Each thrust was greeted with the bucking of her hips. Again and again I slowly thrust, then gradually I start to increase.
Because I have her arms fully extended, there's not a whole lot she could do with her upper body as I have her held securely in place. Her lower body however begins to thrust more erratically, her hips bucking and grinding, doing all they can to meet my slow and steady pounding of her pussy. I can see she's starting to lose control. I lower my chest and apply my full weight on her and our mouths lock together.
Her tongue is as aggressive as her hips, begging my to go wild, yet I continue with my rhythm. My hands squeeze her wrists tighter as she continues to squirm and wiggle her body. I feel her pussy start to tighten. She breaks our kiss and starts to scream, "OH MY GOD. I'M GOING TO CUM. YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!"
I continued with my steady pounding and do my best to keep her arms secured above her as her body starts to quiver and shake. I feel her inner walls locking down on me as I thrust my cock deep inside her. I feel myself losing control and her orgasms brings me to the point of no return. I can't hold back any longer and feverishly start to fuck her with everything I have. Again and again I thrust until I erupt. I bury myself completely inside her and hold there shooting my load as her orgasm milks my cock.
I collapse on top of her and release my grip on her wrists. We are both out of breath and her arms wrap around my neck. As she holds me tight I hear her starting to cry. I lift my head and see tears running down her cheeks. Concerned I ask, "you are okay, did I do something wrong?" "No" she replied still crying, "it's just... no one has ever made love to me like that."
From that moment on we became inseparable. We were like teenagers, having sex every chance we got. One time we even did it in my car during lunch in the back of the employee parking lot. I called her My Sweet Angel and she called me her Knight in Shining Armor. It was great and I can honestly say that I loved her, although that wasn't something I was willing to share with her quite yet.
Summer was in full swing and we started making plans for a vacation together. She didn't have a passport so I helped her with the paperwork and sent away the forms. I wanted to take her to the Caribbean. Some elusive resort with white sand beaches and crystal clear water. Packing nothing but bikinis and flip flops. I've always had this fantasy of having sex on the beach with the moon above us, sounds of the waves crashing as we make love under the stars.
All in all, things between us could not have been any better. I was the happiest I had ever been and I wanted to show off the person responsible for my joy. So I bought a nice picture frame and placed the picture of our baseball game selfie inside it. I displayed it front and center on my desk and was glad to be able to see My Sweet Angels face as I worked. That's when everything changed.
It hadn't even been half a day that I placed the framed picture on my desk that my coworker James sees it and picks it up for a closer look. "Holy shit! You know Sinner?" He said to me in disbelief. "Umm, who? That's my girlfriend Sara." "Well I don't know what her name is, but everyone I know calls her Sinner." I was so confused, "who's everyone and why do they call her Sinner?" "Listen, I don't what to burst your bubble, but this girl has been with pretty much everyone I know. I watched her get tag teamed by two guys at my buddies bachelor party last year."
I asked if he ever slept with her, which he said he hasn't. He went on to say that she is or use to be a dancer at one of the strip clubs in town. When I asked him if he was sure it was her he pulled out his phone and after a bit of digging showed me two photos. One was a close up of Sara's face with her eyes closed and a dick in her mouth. The second picture was of Sara on her hands and knees with one guy fucking her from behind and another guy with his dick in her mouth. I was mortified.
I left work and was sitting in my apartment in the dark wondering how this could be. Sara ended up texting me a couple times throughout the day, but I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. My Sweet Angel.... my ass. How could I have not known, how could she not have told me these things. He said everyone has fucked her. How could I have fallen in love with a stripper, a whore. Those were the kinds of girls I've made sure to steer clear of my entire life and now I was in a relationship with one?
I started to think back to the beginning. I remember being out on dates with her and guys saying shit to her, but I never paid it any mind. Then there was the time right after we had sex for the first time, I walked to the kitchen and she came with me and was holding my cock the entire time, even as I was walking. I thought it was strange, but I enjoyed it. Thought I had the magic cock and she was so taken by it that she had to always be holding it. What a fool I had been. Magic cock.... yeah right. I know it's bigger than most but magic, no. Sara's just a fucking whore!
It's now later in the day and Sara starts texting me again.
Sara M: babe? Haven't heard from u all day? Everything ok Me: no, I'm pretty far from okay. I don't think I want to talk with you right now. Sara M: what? Y? Did I do something? Me: Were you ever a stripper? Sara M: who told you that? Me: Answer the fucking question or leave me the fuck alone! Sara M: yes I was but that was my past. You're my present and future. Me: have you ever had sex for money?
Me: Answer me or I'm gone and don't you dare lie to me! Sara M: yes Me: Have you ever been with 2 guys at the same time? Me: [image-sara_spitroast] Sara M: I didn't know they were taking pictures. Please understand that I haven't made the best life decision up to now but I'm not that same person. Me: Have you ever been with a married man? Sara M: yes Me: How many guys have you slept with? Sara M: idk Me: More than 20? Sara M: yes Me: More than 50? Sara M: yes Me: More than 100??? Sara M: idk Me: WTF, I never used a rubber. How could you let me have sex with you without a condom?!? Sara M: I'm clean I swear Me: Have you been with anyone since we've been together? Sara M: NO! Me: Well I'm sure it's only a matter of time before you cheat. Sara M: I would never do that to you Me: You're a slut. Goodbye Sara. Don't ever message me again. Sara M: Please don't say that. I love you! Sara M: please I'm crying talk to me I love you and sorry for my past but you're all I've ever wanted Sara M: please don't leave me I love you
I ended up turning off my phone. I was beyond pissed at this point. Only one thing to do now, drink. How could I have been so blind? My Sweet Angel has fucked over a 100 guys? I was such a fool. Wining and dining her. Waiting a week to sleep with her? Sending flowers. Telling her about my stupid fantasy about have sex on the beach! I'm sure it would only interest her if there was 5 guys with me! I wonder how many have fucked her ass? I haven't even attempted that thinking we were still far off from any crazy sexual acts like that. Fuck, I bet I could have fucked her ass that first night.
Just as I opened my third beer there was a knock at my door. It's was Sara. I reluctantly opened the door and promptly told her "you can leave. I'm sure there's a line of guys dicks waiting for you somewhere." Yes, I was pissed and being mean. She was sobbing crying at this point, "please, you have to listen to me. I only want you and none of those other guys meant anything to me. I was naive and stupid and put myself in really bad situations. That's not me any more." As I started to walk away she grabbed me by the arm and dropped to her knees. "Please! Don't do this, I need you. No one has ever treated me like you treat me. Please. I love you."
She locked her arms around my leg, continuing to cry and beg. Looking down at her I didn't know what to feel. Part of me was pissed, but there was still that part that was in love with her from that first moment I laid eyes on her. 100 guys! Those pictures James showed me! How could I ever trust her or feel secure or love this person.
I just stood there staring down at her, on her knees, holding my leg, crying, begging, "Please don't leave me. I'm sorry I did those things but that was before you. Please I love you." As she cried and pleaded her hand moved to my crotch and found my cock. She began to stroke it and as soon as it started to get hard she opening my zipper and pulling it out. Once free she immediately placed her mouth on me.
I wanted to stop her. I felt betrayed by my cock that it was able to get hard, but Sara has this way of sucking on me that I've loved from the very first time she gave me a blowjob. She'll open her mouth up wide and with her tongue sticking out guide me into her mouth. Then once the head of my cock hits the back of her throat she will lock her lips tight around my cock and suck down hard as she slides me out of her mouth. This is what she was doing now.
As much as I loved her mouth on me I was still pissed. "That's it, do what you do best. Suck my cock you slut." I was still standing in the middle of the living room and started walking backwards towards the couch. Sara followed on her knees never once taking my cock out of her mouth. Across the room she crawled on her knees all the while sucking on my cock. When I reached the couch I sat down and Sara went even harder and faster with her mouth.
She was no longer cry, no longer pitiful. She was ravenous and sucking my cock with everything she had, forcing my cock deep into her mouth to the point of gagging. It was too much and felt my balls tightening. "Fuck I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum and you better swallow ever drop you fucking slut." Then, just as I was about to erupt, I grabbed her by the hair and held her head as I shot load after load into her mouth. I don't know if I ever came so much in my life and a seemingly endless stream kept filling her mouth.
As my orgasm subsided, I let go of her hair and leaned back on the couch. Sara continued to keep her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, softly sucking and looked up at me with sad eyes. I didn't know what to do, what to think. I just had one of the best orgasms of my life, but at the same time hated that this person I loved wasn't who I thought she was. I sat up straight and Sara finally release my cock from her mouth. I noticed that there was cum on my balls and couch that must have leaked out of her mouth. I was still pissed and trying to figure what I was going to do. "I though I told you to swallow ever drop slut."
Before I even got the words out she was licking my shaft, licking my balls, even licking the couch. Slurping up every drop of cum that could be found. She even went as far as to squeezing my cock once again, milking every bit she could out of the head and then licking it off. "Why didn't you tell me you are a slut. A fucking slut. I can't be with a slut. I think you should leave." Sara's eyes began to tear up and in a cracked voice responded. "I could be YOUR slut. Please, I need you and I think we could have something special."
My slut? I wasn't even sure what that means, but I had to admit it stirred something inside me. I looked at her sitting there on her knees in front of me. Her makeup and hair was a mess, but she did still look incredibly sexy. She was in black yoga pants and a tight T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples poked out against the thin material. She must have been home relaxing when we started texting and then rushed over without regard to what she was wearing. My mind started to race. My slut. MY slut. MY SLUT.
"Go into my bedroom!" I ordered her firmly. She did as instructed and now that I was alone I had to think. What does that mean, my slut? I didn't know, but I wanted to at least explore this new potential to see what all it entailed. After a few moments I proceeded into the bedroom, and to my surprise, found Sara laying in the middle of my bed completely naked. There was no denying that she looked incredible when naked. I looked at her for a moment and then an idea came to me. "I want you to kneel in the center of my bed and stay like that until I get back. I have to leave and go get a few things. While I'm gone if you want to leave then please do. If you do leave, don't you EVER come back. Do you understand me?" To which she nodded.
I started to walk out of the room, but as I approached the door I stopped. Turning around I looked at Sara as she knelt in the center of my bed. I walk over to the blinds and opened them fully giving anyone in the buildings across from mine a clear view into my bedroom. "Don't move unless you plan on leaving. I'll be back soon" I instructed and then left the room and my apartment.
In my car, driving away from my apartment, I started to think about what Sara told me. She said she could be my slut. Could I even satisfy her the way she needs to be satisfied. Here I was making love to her, but then again, she was orgasming. I may be straight laced, but I know when a woman is orgasming. How could I make this work so we both are getting what we need. What do I need? What does she need? These were questions I didn't have the answer to but I was going to do my best to figure them out.
I pulled into a strip mall not far from my house and quickly walked into the adult store located at the end. The only reason I knew about it was because I passed it a couple times and thought this might be a place that will help me find the answers to all the questions I have. I felt beyond intimidated, but did my best to hide my fears and proceeded to pick items I thought might help me on this journey. A lot of the things I've never even considered using in my sex life before now and there was a few that I've never even heard of. In total I spent over $600 on sex toys and accessories. Now I just needed to make one more stop. I pulled into a local drug store and went to the makeup department. I found the brightest red lipstick they had and bought 5 of them.
Pulling back into my apartment complex I noticed Sara's car still parked there. Just before getting out and walking inside I pulled out my phone and looked again at those two pictures James gave me of Sara or should I say Sinner. That fucking slut. Now she's going to pay. For so long I've walked the straight and narrow. Tried to be decent. My mother always told me, ‘you only get one reputation so make sure you use it wisely'. I lived my life by that motto and now here I was in a relationship with someone who has the worst reputation that I've even came across.
I carried all the items I bought into my room and placed them in my bathroom on the counter. I walk next to the bed and it really does appear that Sara hasn't moved. She's in the same position as I left her, sitting on her knees, naked in the middle of my bed. "So I guess you've decided to stay. Now I need to find out who the real Sara is. Are you ready to begin?" In her soft sweet voice she replied, "yes, but can I use the bathroom first? I have to pee."
I take her by the hand and lead her into the bathroom. I sit her down on the toilet and spread her knees apart as far as they'll go. I kneel down in front of her and with my thumbs push her lips apart and open up her pussy. I look up at her and see she's a bit scared and confused. I don't speak, I just give her a nod and then she begins to pee. As I watch the stream come out of her I wonder how many dicks have been inside her. This is something I had never done before and the fact that I thought of doing this I wasn't quite sure of, but here I was, forcing her to pee as I watched.
Once she's done, I get some toilet paper and pat her dry. I tell her to "stay here. Don't move." I get up and grab my electric hair clippers. Returning to her I shave off the small landing strip she has just above her pussy. Once her pubic hair is completely removed I grab her by the hand I lead her back to my bed and instruct her to, "lay face down in the middle of the bed." As she's positioning herself I go and dig through the bags of toys I got at the adult store until I find what I'm looking for.
Using the restraints that I purchased I tie Sara spread eagle face down on the bed. I then place two of my pillows under her hips, raising her ass so it's lifted in the air. I then start to explain what's going to happen. "I'm not here to punish you for being a slut Sara. Everyone is entitled to live their life as they want. The problem I'm having a hard time accepting is that you've allowed yourself to acquire such an unsavory reputation. To me, there are few things in life more important than your reputation. You obviously don't care about yours, so how can I be with someone who cares so little about something I hold such regard for? So in order for me to understand you, I need to know what all you have done. I need you to be completely open on honest with me from here on out. If I find out you are lying, even about the smallest detail, then I will be done with you forever. If you leave something out, I will be done with you forever. If you don't answer all my questions, I will be done with you forever. Do you understand?"
Sara: yes. Me: Tell me about the time you gave your first blowjob? Sara: I was babysitting and while the husband was driving me home he said he'd give me extra money if I gave him a blowjob so I did. Me: So you whored yourself from the very beginning? Sara: Yes. Me: Did you like giving him a blowjob? Sara: I liked the money.
I went into the bathroom and got the paddle I purchased and brought it back into my bedroom. I then proceeded to spank Sara's perfect little ass. Smack. Smack. Smack! SMACK! SMACK!
Me: Okay then. Tell me about your first time having sex. Sara: It was in high school. I had a major crush on an upper class men. He asked me to come over to his house one day after school. We were kissing and he asked me if I wanted to have sex with him and I said yes. He said if I wanted him to have sex with me that I had to do something first. That's when he called one of his friends into his bedroom. He told me to take my clothes off and give his friend a blowjob. If I did that then he would have sex with me. Me: Did you do it? Sara: Yes. I gave his friend a blowjob and then he had sex with me. Me: So you were a slut all along? Sara: Yes.
Smack! Smack! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Sara's pretty little ass is now starting to turn red.
Me: Did you have sex with this guy often after that? Sara: Yes and every time he made me blow one of his friends. One time he had two friends over and I had to blow both of them. It stopped after he told me I had to fuck one of his friends first. I did it, but that was the last time I went over to his house. Me: Did you like that he used you to please his friends and then himself? Sara: Yes Me: Did the whole school know that you were doing this? Sara: After I stopped doing it he told everyone.
Smack! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Sara was now starting to cry, but she didn't protest or ask me to stop. Her ass was bright red by this point.
Me: What about your ass. Have you let a bunch of men have anal sex with you? Sara: Yes. Me: Tell me about the first time you were fucked up the ass. Sara: It was in the shower after a pool party. Three of us were in the bathroom and we were suppose to take turns in the shower, but one of the guys decided to join me. He took off my bathing suit and he had sex with me from behind while the other guy watched. I don't think he meant to put it in my ass but he did and I didn't stop him. Me: Did you like it. Sara: Not that first time.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Sara's ass was now bright red. I was also no longer angry. In fact, the more Sara told me about some of her exploits, the more turned on I was getting. Her reputation was obviously earned and not something given to her unjustly. She was definitely a slut. Now I just had to figure out what that means for me.
Me: Do you like sucking dick? Sara: Yes. SMACK! Me: Do you like being watched? Sara: Yes. SMACK! Me: Do you like getting fucked in the ass? Sara: Yes. SMACK! Me: Are you ever going to cheat on me or do anything behind my back? Sara: Never. SMACK! Me: Are you going to keep being a slut? Sara: Only for you. I'll only be a slut for you. SMACK! Me: No one else? Sara: Only you, I swear it. I'm your slut now.
With that I stopped paddling her ass and started to release the restraints that held her in place. Once I completely freed her I sat down on the bed and Sara climbed into my arms. I held her as she kissed my cheek and neck. I removed my shirt and Sara's mouth moved to my chest. She started to lick and suck on my nipples. This was the first time anyone has ever done that to me and I liked it. I liked it a lot. Sara then dropped to her knees in front of me and started to unbutton my jeans. As she opened my fly, she wrapped her tiny hand around my thick cock and she looked up at me with those big blue eyes and in the sexiest of voices said, "let me show you what I can do."
It wasn't just what she said, it was how she said it. It was the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me. The look in her eyes, the fact that she was kneeling naked in front of me. Her hand stroking my long shaft. I wanted her and she obviously wanted me, but I had to do one more thing before she did anything else. I went back into my bathroom and grabbed one of the dark red lipsticks and handed it to her. "You want to be my slut?" I asked her. "Then put this on. Whenever I have you wear this lipstick, that's when I want you to show me you're MY slut."
She applied the lipstick and with her lips now bright red, she leaned her head forward and gave the tip of my cock a kiss. Again and again she leaned forward kissing the head and just under the tip. Then she opened her mouth and I watched as the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth. Slowly she began bobbing her head, each time taking more of me into her mouth. I watched her lips sucking on me, leaving a red patch of lipstick behind as she slowly withdrew my cock. Unlike every other time she had gone down on me, this time she didn't stop at just half of my cock in her mouth.
I was in both shock and awe as she now had three quarters of my cock in her mouth. As she pushed me deeper inside I could feel her throat muscles wrap tight around my cock. "Holy fuck!" I couldn't believe the sensation and the sight I was seeing. She kept going until finally she had my entire cock down her throat. No one has ever been able to deep throat me and now here I was with my entire cock in Sara's mouth. It felt so fucking amazing. She kept doing this, sucking my entire length down her throat. As she did this she took one of my balls in each of her hands and gently started to milk them, squeezing and tucking. It was all I could do not to explode.
Pulling her off my cock I ordered her on to the bed. Eagerly she complied and followed my instructions, getting on her hands and knees with her ass to me. I then told her to place her head down and using her hands, reach back and spread her ass cheeks for me. Reaching for her exposed pussy I couldn't believe how wet she was. Her juices were literally running down her thigh. Plunging two fingers inside her I couldn't help but to marvel at the heat and wetness I was feeling. She was a woman on fire.
I continued to finger fuck her pussy as she laid there face down with her ass up and still spreading it for me. Her head was tilted towards the side, looking back at me. The more force I used, the louder she moaned. A couple times I even pulled my fingers out and placed them to her bright red lips which she gladly sucked on. "God, you are such a fucking slut." "No. I'm only yours now. I'm only a slut for you. Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me and make me yours", she answered back.
I then positioned myself behind her and with one forceful thrust, buried my cock completely inside her. Placing my hands on her hips I began to fuck her as hard as I could. The room was filled with the sound of my grunts, her screams and the slapping of our flesh as it collided. The harder I fucked her the more she rocked back, greeting my thrust and taking me as deep as possible. As I pushed my thumb inside her asshole, I felt her starting to shake and convulse. As her orgasm hit her pussy locked onto my cock like a vise causing me to explode inside her. Over and over I felt myself filling her with my seed. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life.
As my cock softened and slipped out of her body I collapsed onto the bed next to her. I was completely spent. I was still angry, but more than anything I was confused. How could I despise someone I loved? How could someone I resent satisfy me so much? How could someone who's been a slut all her life suddenly be true to only me?
All these questions flooded my thoughts now that the pleasure had subsided. As I laid there lost and trying to process all this new information I felt Sara's mouth kissing its way down my body. As she reached my now flaccid cock she began to kiss and then lick the sides of it before placing it into her mouth. I watched her as she squeezed ever drop of cum out of me and then lick it and my balls clean. Over and over she licked and kissed every inch of my cock until finally I said, "what in the hell am I going to do with you?" To which she replied, "whatever you want..."
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