Katie told me to write this story so we could do more fucking. She is a woman who is into exhibitionism and rough sex.

I took full advantage of that during our hookups, and continue to do so. She goes by http://ift.tt/1BlgHb0 on here, and I’m the lawyer she refers to. Anyway she likes to rile me up so when we get together I’m aggravated. She blew me off a couple times, and then told me if I wanted it I had to pick her up from her parents house. So dutifully I picked her up in my truck and brought her over to my place. I was concerned because it was a weeknight and didn’t want to disturb my roommates, so I took my multiple frustrations out on her.

She has stretch pants on and immediately I came over to her side of the car after I parked and started making out with her. She started to get out and I told her to get on her knees and suck my dick. She loves being told what do, and eagerly started blowing me. I told her to turn around and started fucking her from behind. Her pussy gets so wet so fast, its fucking great and gets me extra hard. I want to escalate our depravity, so I turn her around in my car, and start eating her out. So she is on the passenger seat with her legs spread wide facing outward, and I’m shoving my tongue deep inside her tasting all she has to give. She doesn’t care we are in public and is screaming in pleasure. I then slip her thong off and start shoving it up her pussy while playing with her clit. The entire time I’m saying, “you like that princess, your such a naughty gurl…etc etc” she absolutely loves it and answer me “yes”, “O my god” We are in a parking lot with her legs spread wide and thong shoved up her wet hole, and I decide I want something more. I tell her to shutup, take her panties out of her pussy. They are so wet, and I shove them down her throat. She is very effusive with her eyes, they tell me that she enjoys being submissive and tasting her own juices through her underwear. I proceed to fuck her missionary with half her body hanging out my car and listen to her moan through her panties. I’m getting close to cumming but don’t want this end. I abruptly pull my dick out of her and tell her to get her shit together we are going inside. As always she is defiant; as defiant as a gurl with a soaking wet pussy and her own panties in her mouth can be. She follows me into the house, and we continue our session.

This was written for the EveryDayKinky flash challenge with an eye on a DirtyWritingPrompt. It is taken from my blog at http://ift.tt/1qr4zmv

Anna sat cross-legged on the carpet, giggling. “And you wonder why I never told you! You guys are such prudes!”

“Err … we’re not,” I argued, running my agitated hand through my hair as the floozy leant back against the wall. “We just didn’t expect it. It’s a shock.”

“What? Woman makes money through job? Is it really?” “That job,” my girlfriend snapped. “It’s … wrong!”

“Hey. Prostitution is fine.” The host sighed and held up her wrist. “This watch, a present from a client. I showed him so much in the bedroom and he was so very, very grateful. And …”

“We don’t need to know,” my girlfriend interrupted. “Just keep it to yourself!” I implored Anna to continue, as did our companions. My lady was overruled by the three drunken gentlemen in the room, eager to hear the exploits of the insatiable Anna.

“Look, it’s a tough world out there for guys. Everyone expects them to be sexual masters and they are teased if they don’t have sex or know what to do between the sheets. Women love to gossip about lousy fucks, but no-one wants to show them what to do. They need guidance. They need Anna.”

“So you sell your body!” My disapproving girlfriend folded her arms as she scowled. “Honestly, it’s …”

“I am selling access to my experience and I am providing a service. Just like you pay when you go to see your personal trainer or the physio or your French tutor.” The glaring was acrimonious, the tone of voice unfriendly. “And they need it; eighteen year olds who just want to fuck a hole, pound their little cock into anything that moves and fuck off. I take the raw product and turn them into lovers. Develop their skills and experience so they are fantastic between the sheets.”

“Pah?”

“OK. Take Ryan.”

“Well you already have.”

Anna ignored the barbed comment. “Ryan’s eighteen and he wants to ask out a girl but doesn’t have the confidence so he came to me. He was scared that if they got on and she took him home he wouldn’t know what to do.

The night was getting on, and the 4th or maybe 5th DJ was in the middle of his set. I lost track with the music pumping through me. I lost track of my friends too. I came with 3 of them, and now I was alone in the middle of the crowd, with not a care in the world.

I noticed you a few times throughout the festival, but each time with what I assume was your husband because of the ring on your finger and the guy following you around. Now here you were again, in the middle of this giant crowd with your husband right in front of me. You were dancing in that short black skirt that barely covered your ass, and the white tank top. Your husband was moving back and forth, but it was clear he couldn't keep up with you. After about 5 minutes of this I finally see you turn around with a bit of frustration in your eyes and I hear the faintest word "thirsty" as your screamed it in his ear over the loud music. He nodded and disappeared into the crowd leaving you alone. I didn't think much of it and continued dancing, letting the music and alcohol take over me.

I had my eyes closed and I didn't notice it at first. With the thousands of people surrounding us, I was feeling people all around me touching and bumping into me. I ignored all of it and just continued dancing. But your touch was different. It was as if you were grinding up on me. I opened my eyes to see your back to me, and your ass in my crotch. I took a second for my brain to realize what was going on, and then I took my hand wrapped it around your waste and pulled you in closer to me. You ass was now grinding hard against my cock, and as much as I tried I couldn't resist getting hard. Your body was flowing with mine, we were dancing, but it was more than that, we were in our own world. You start to feel me getting erect and you turn your head up towards mine and smile as you grab my hand still around your waste and push it down under your skirt.

I couldn't believe what I felt, your thong was drenched. The second I touched it with just the tips of my fingers, you put your hands above your head, onto mine, and pulled me in close. You turned your head and pulled down my head so that my ear is next to your mouth and I hear you moaning as my fingers explore the rest of your pussy.

The rest of the world was dead to me. There was only you, me and the music running through our bodies.

My hands trembled as I put the phone down. He was coming to the hotel. I checked my hair in the mirror, all red waves cascading down my shoulders, and then I started to put away my travel things. I wanted to stay busy so I wouldn’t think about what was going to (or might not) happen. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and he was there.

Stupid hotel door, I thought to myself as Paul came in. I must not have shut it all the way (he told me later he thought that I had left it open on purpose). Then he turned around and I thought, Oh my God. I had forgotten how hot he was. All tan, smooth skin- tall and gorgeous, with dark eyes and hair. (Just writing this makes my breathing a little shallow, remembering how he looked at that exact moment, coming into the room.)

He turned to face me, those exotic eyes fixed on me. His eyes mirrored mine; pure, unadulterated desire. I know that both of us had discussed ending it, and maybe just talking- no sex. But the next thing I knew, he had scooped me up into his arms for a hug. His warm body felt so good next to mine, and I was very aware of how his whole body was pressed up against me. When Paul pulled back from the hug, he looked at me a moment, then gave me a light kiss. The burning urge that had erupted at the pit of my belly as soon as he walked through the door consumed me, and I put my mouth against his, hungrily. All that mattered to me was touching Paul, my sex god, gliding my hands up the smooth skin of his back, and wanting, wanting more

Our first time. I choose how we start.

You choose how we finish. I’d kiss you, slowly, fighting the urge to rush. The first time should be slow and enjoyed. My lips would follow the line of your jaw up to your ear, measuring out the distance in light kisses. My tongue would then dart out give your earlobe a quick flick before I took it into my mouth, sucking it gently. My hands would caress your body, slowly finding their way to your breasts. I’d cup the, rub them, feel your nipples growing hard between my fingers. I want to hear you gasp as I kiss my way down to them.

I want to hear you moan as I take them into my mouth and gently suck them. I want to undress you with care: Slowly popping each button of your shirt open then removing it over your head. Next your bra, my hot breath on the back of your neck as I unclasp it, your nipples hardening in the air. And then your jeans, I reach my strong arm around your waist and unbutton them. I find the zipper pull and pull down, the zipper teeth parting over your panties. I let your jeans fall at a heap at your feet, my hands momentarily resting at you yoyr cotton covered hips. Then I help you our of each leg. Each item I remove I fold carefully at the foot of your bed. I pinch the corners of you panties and pull then down, kissing along your spine as I go. Then I step in front of you and admire you. Exposed. Finally. I want to feel you shudder when I kiss down your body to lap at your tight little pussy. I want to taste you on those pink lips, licking up your juices, drinking you. I want to feel your clit become stiff and hard as I slowly tease you. I'd tongue you, drink you, lapping you up. I'd part your lips and tongue fuck you until you begged me to let you come. I wouldn't of course. Not right away. I’d instruct you to lie on your bed. I'd remove my shirt, but leave my jeans on. My thick cock would strain against the zipper. I bet my boxers would be soaked through with my pre-cum. I bet you'd love for me to let my cock out and maybe I would eventually let it out but not before you were weak from orgasm. I'd slide it out through my open zipper and rub it against you, painting your thighs with my pre-cum. Of course if you reached for it, I'd have to put it away. It would be so hard to stuff if back into my jeans, but I'd want to tease you. I'd want to make you crave it.