Everything had always just come to her, exactly as she wants it. She grew up in a modest home, to a modest family, of modest means. She was always going to end up more.
And she always did the right thing. Perfect attendance, perfect grades, perfect everything. Captain of the cheerleading squad. Prom queen. All of it.
And she always dated the right boy. The nice boy. The sweet boy. The boy with a future.
All her friends went through asshole after asshole. Not Sara. She only dated the guys you could take home to mom.
So it was no surprise when she turned up with Trevor. He was on his way to Harvard Medical when they met, and they dated all through his studies. Now that he was well on his way to being a surgeon, they were getting married.
She'd only need to use her marketing degree for a short time longer, and then she could do whatever she wanted. Stay at home. Volunteer. Hang out with the other doctor's wives at the country club.
It didn't hurt that Trevor's family owned half of New England. It was a dream life, all laid out before her.
The wedding was going to be beyond her wildest dreams, but first, the bachelorette party.
Her mother-in-law-to-be offered to fly her and her friends to London or Paris, but her friends from home had no interest. Instead, they were off to Nashville, for one last single girls weekend.
Sara did give in, however, when her in-laws demanded they pay for the biggest suite in the hotel, just for her. They wanted her getting used to the finer things.
And so, a few weeks before the big weekend, the girls were all off, to Music City USA.
After checking in, they decided to head down to Broadway and get dinner. The girls were all dressed in their skimpy little dresses, heels or boots, and their matching bachelorette sashes. Sara wore a skin tight white dress, with her pink sash. Her best friend told her she was going to drive every man they saw completely insane.
But first, they gathered in her room for some gifts. Continuing the parade of cliches, all the girls bought her the sluttiest lingerie she'd ever seen. She didn't really own anything like it.
And she didn't have the heart to tell them, she wasn't sure she'd ever wear it.
The last present was from everyone, a bright pink vibrator. They all laughed and cheered when she opened it.
"You're going to be married now, so you're really going to need that now!" someone joked.
As they sat at dinner, "girl talk" ran rampant. All the ladies were talking about their husbands or boyfriends, going on and on in the most obvious way about their sex lives. The conversation turned to how often they had an orgasm, with half the girls going on about faking it, to make their man feel better.
Her made of honor nudged her at one point. "I bet Trevor makes you cum real good. He's SO HOT."
Sara laughed and shrugged. There were a lot of things that were true about Trevor, but sexual prowess wasn't one of them.
Not that Sara minded. That wasn't what she was with him for. She was with him for literally every other reason.
She never really understood all their obsession with sex. Maybe she was missing out, she thought to herself. Her sex life had always been so...plain.
She had sex with Trevor lots of times. All the time! But they kept the lights off, and rarely even changed positions. They'd make out for a while, Trevor would finger her a little, and then he'd climb on top. Once in a great while, if they'd been drinking a little, they might try doggy. But he certainly had never made her cum.
It just wasn't part of their relationship.
But what if she was missing out?
"It's not too much to ask for, for your man to make you feel good too!" one of her friends said, indignantly. Everyone agreed. Sara just nodded.
Of course, she'd had an orgasm. Just not with a man.
What if she was missing out?
After dinner, they made their way to a loud bar, with a country-rock band playing loudly. The girls scattered about, playing their silly little bachelorette games. There was a scavenger hunt, and they gave Sara a bouquet of suckers.
"Suck for a buck!" her best friend yelled, parading her up to a group of guys. The guys laughed, giving her a hard time and telling vaguely dirty jokes, but they each gave her a five for one of the suckers.
"You're going to be RRRIIIIICCCHH!" her friend laughed, moving her around the room.
As the bouquet started to run low, she arrived at a last table, near the back of the room. Most of her party had taken up residence, allowing a group of good looking men to buy them drinks.
"Suck for a buck!" her friend exclaimed, pushing Sara to the middle of the group.
"Suck for a buck!" Sara said, turning to her left.
Standing in front of her was a tall, bald, slightly older guy. She guessed mid-30s. She sort of gasped, despite herself. He was the manliest guy she'd seen all day, and he towered over her.
"Baby, I'll give you way more than a buck." He said, his voice deep and gravely.
Sara almost gasped. There was something about him, she just couldn't explain it. Something about the way he stood there, oozing confidence. The way he talked, as if he were in command of the whole world. The way he snapped one of the suckers away, unwrapped it, and fed it into her mouth.
The girls all cheered when he did. "Suck for a buck! Suck for a buck!" they cheered, before taking the rest of the bouquet away from her and handing her a drink.
The girls flirted with the guys, some of them peeling off to other tables, or to dance. Sara found herself staying with the tall, bald man, eventually learning his name was Michael.
"Nice to meet you, Mike," Sara said, extending her hand.
He stared at her. "Only special kinds of girls get to call me Mike," he corrected her.
Sara swallowed a lump. "Michael," she replied.
"For now," he said, giving her a wink.
Sara found herself unable to leave his side. There was something magnetic about him. At first, she told her friends she didn't feel right dancing with the men on the dance floor.
But Michael heard her, and taking her drink from her hand, grabbed her and led her to the middle of the floor. The band started a slow song, and without asking premising, he grabbed her by the waste and pulled her body close to him.
She liked the way he felt so big and strong while they danced. He led her back to the table, buying another round of drinks. And another. And another.
And at some point, she stopped thinking about Trevor. She stopped reasoning with herself. At some point, something changed.
As the night grew late, her friends slowly disappeared. Some moved off to another table, a couple went down the street together.
Before long, it was just her, her best friend, and Michael.
Her friend pulled her aside. "Sara, I think I'm getting tired, and we have the day tomorrow at the spa, and then out tomorrow night. Do you think we should go?"
Of course Sara knew the answer. And yet.
"I..." Sara said, glancing over her shoulder at Michael. "I'm having fun, and he's safe."
Her friend frowned. "Sara...are you sure?"
Sara turned and yelled over her shoulder, tossing her long, curly, blonde hair as she did. "Michael, will you make sure I get back to the hotel safely."
He nodded, with a nasty grin.
Her friend frowned again. "Ok, but keep your phone handy. And let me know when you're back safely. And...don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"What does that leave?" Sara joked, pushing her on the shoulder. Her friend threw a scowl at Michael, before hugging Sara and walking away.
Sara returned to the table. "So I guess it's just us," she joked.
Michael laughed. "I guess we're going to find out if I'm Michael, or Mike,"
Something about the way he said it made her immediately nervous.
Immediately nervous, and she felt something she couldn't remember feeling before. It was like her body tingled.
They kept drinking and dancing for a while longer. She knew she was a little too drunk, but she didn't care. She was having an amazing time.
It could've been twenty minutes, or it could've been two more hours, but eventually she leaned across the table, staring at Michael. "I think you should get me home," she said.
She could see him staring at her breasts, which were big and full and threatening to fall out of her dress.
He looked up, into her eyes. "Let's go."
A moment later, they were out in the street, her arm wrapped around his. She directed him to her hotel, and he insisted he walk her to her room.
There was a voice, deep inside her, as they stood in the lobby, that told her to send him home. She knew what the right thing to do was, and she always did the right thing.
For a second, she thought about the vibrator, up in her room. The prefect way to blow off a little pent up frustration, she told herself. The right thing to do.
A moment later, they were in the elevator, together.
Something about the privacy of the elevator changed things. Michael stood behind her, but when he put his hands on her, there was something sexier about it. He didn't hold her, he grabbed her. He was taking control.
She felt his hands on her sides, gripping her dress, threatening to pull it up her thin, athletic legs. She wasn't sure where they'd go, but she didn't stop him.
As the elevator approached the top floor, she worried one of her friends might be in the hallway.
Might stop her.
The doors slid open to reveal an empty hallway.
As they stepped into the hall, next to the door to her suite, Michael turned and spun her around, facing him. He pinned her against the wall, putting his big hand on the side of her face.
He kissed her.
She didn't just kiss him back, she mauled him.
Sara couldn't help herself. It was the way he was taking control. It was the way he didn't ask. It was the way he just helped himself.
Maybe THIS was the thing she'd been missing.
A moment later, she was pushing the door open to her room. Michael followed, almost shoving her into the room. Before the door was even closed, he was pulling her dress up, bending her at an angle against the wall, so her ass was sticking out.
Gripping her ass, he slapped it. No man had ever spanked her before, and it sent a jolt up her spine.
"You're a bad little girl," he growled.
Instinctively, Sara purred in reply. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on.
Taking her by the chin, he bent her head back and continued kissing her. They made out, as his hands roamed her body, returning again and again to her ass. Squeezing it. Kneading it. Spanking it.
Then he lead her to the couch, pushing her back into a seated position. Her dress rode up, so her pink panties were showing.
He pulled his shirt off, settling onto the couch beside her.
"Pull them aside," he instructed her.
Sara didn't hesitate. She reached down, sliding a finger down the side of her panties, before pulling them to the side.
"Now touch yourself," he demanded.
Sara had never masturbated for someone before. No one had even asked. She wasn't entire sure what to do, but started by rubbing her finger across her clit, stroking it. She was embarrassingly wet, and she knew he could tell.
Michael sat and watched, moving his eyes from her face to her playful pussy. "Put a finger inside," he instructed.
Sara slid a finger in, and then two, fingering herself. It felt really good, and knowing he was watching made it even more intense.
Michael rose to his feet, unbuckling his pants. He slid them down, only wearing tight black underwear. She could see how hard he was. Sara stared at it, until he slid his underwear down.
She'd never seen a dick anywhere close to so big. It was thick and hard, and as soon as she saw it, she moved to massaging her clit again. She rubbed it harder and harder, encouraged by the rock hard dick right in front of her.
Michael moved towards her, pointing his cock at her mouth. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth, taking him in. He put his hands in her hair, started fucking her face. His cock slid in and out, between her lips, while she continued playing with herself. He looked down at her, staring at her, as he did, his face strong and intense.
Then he pulled himself out, reaching down and lifting her to her feet. Pushing her over towards, the bed, he pulled her dress down. She stood before him, in her matching pink underwear, until he pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts.
"Fuck, those are nice," he growled, grabbing and twisting them. Sara moaned in appreciation, loving the way he kept taking over.
He shoved her back onto the bed, pulling her panties down. She spread her legs as he pulled her to the edge of the bed.
Peering over her, he didn't ask. He didn't play with her. He didn't tease. He just pushed his large cock straight into her.
Sara cried out, her body shaking. She'd never felt anything like it. She'd never felt her pussy so full. She'd never felt it stretching out, taking everything it could.
"Fuck!" she cried, "use me!"
Michael leaned over her, driving himself into her. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't making love to her.
She was getting fucked...and she loved it.
Sara pulled her legs back, gripping them to give him more room. He drove deeper into her, sliding his full shaft all the way in. She moaned louder and louder, as he pinched her breasts.
The he slapped her tits. "Fucking slut," he growled.
It was so degrading, and she couldn't believe how much she loved it.
Michael pulled out, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over. Yanking her up onto all fours, he slapped her ass again.
"Tell me to fuck you," he demanded.
Sara squirmed, her ass fully exposed. As he unclasped her bra, she moaned, "Please fuck me, Mike. Please fuck my pussy."
"Good girl," he praised her, before reentering her from behind.
Sara felt her eyes roll back in her head. She thought she might pass out. She felt her body tremble, her insides turn and squirm.
She couldn't tell how long he fucked her from behind, but at some point, she erupted.
For the first time in her life, a man had made her cum.
She screamed with pleasure. It was the most intense thing she'd ever felt in her entire life. She couldn't believe how hard her body shook, or how amazing it felt.
Mike removed himself again, pushing her aside and laying back on the bed. Pulling her onto him, she slid down his cock, riding him reverse cowgirl.
She had never done it before. She'd only seen it online, and even then only once or twice. But something instinctual took over, as he held her hips and starting guiding her. Before she knew it, she was bouncing up and down his cock. Now and again, he grabbed her tits, slapped them, or spanked her. Every time, it made her move faster; ride harder.
She felt like a porn star. She felt like a slut. She felt like her body was needed for the first time in her life.
Mike grabbed her and held her still. He started driving up into her, fucking her while she was suspended in air.
"OH FUCK MY CUNT!" she cried out, her body shaking with another orgasm. She'd never talked like this before, but she'd never been fucked like this before.
He tossed her aside, landing on her back. Mike climbed atop her, pinning her legs behind her ears. Another new position, she thought, in the instant before he dove deep.
"SO DEEP!" she cried, as he pounded into her.
She saw the intensity in his face. He grunted, sweat dripping from his face.
"Use me to make yourself cum," she moaned to him. "Use my body. Fuck my little cunt until you cum!"
Mike moaned, grunting, hammering at her pussy. Just as she was about to cum, as she reached what she now knew was the point of no return, he pulled himself from her.
As her body shook, her hand moving down to stroke her clit, he climbed up near her face, stroking his cock at her.
She looked up at him as he groaned, louder than ever before, his cock erupting all over her face.
It was more cum than she'd ever seen. He came and came and came, thick rope after thick rope covering her face.
It lasted forever. Eventually, he felt back onto the bed, panting. Sara kept stroking her pussy, until she shook one last time, her clit vibrating back at her, every molecule in her body erupting in pleasure.
Mike laughed. "You sure know how to fuck," he said, rising to his feet and pulling on his clothes.
Sara laid there, watching, covered in his seed, as he dressed.
"Call me, if you're out tomorrow night," he said, moving towards the door. "I wouldn't mind fucking you one more time."
Sara laid back, closing her eyes. She head the door click shut, as her eyes moved to a box sitting on the table across the room. A bright pink vibrator was inside.
She knew what she'd been missing.
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