For two years you waited through prison to have me. You wanted me, my face, my body, these tits, these legs while you languished in a cell with only my photographs and the shower room to give you any relief. You wanted me so badly you had me be the first to visit you when you got out. Not your overweight fiancee with the low self esteem and the affinity for zen healing. No, you wanted the bad girl. The bad girl in six inch whore heels who you talked filthy to, the one with the size six figure and double D breasts who you could pick up and fuck against the wall with her legs wrapped around your ass. Not the fat girl with the elastic waistbands and the sensible sneakers who sat around waiting to marry you because she couldn't get any other man to date her. And we sure humiliated the shit out of her.
I never wanted to date you or marry you. I turned you down more times than I can remember. I will admit though, I loved your huge cock and your mouth and your insatiable desire to please me. Do I feel guilty about fucking you the day before you proposed yourself to another woman? No. Are all of our friends laughing at her because she's pathetic and we publicly wiped our feet all over her? Oh yeah. Did I flaunt my body in gorgeous dresses and designer heels, sipping my glasses of champagne while your fiancee glared at me over her baskets of fried chicken? You bet your ass I did, because I'm a bad person with a killer body and the face of an angel and I take what I want. I know that later you demanded indignantly that I respect her, but that's not going to happen. Not after what we did to each other when that ring was on her finger. To rehash, my darling…
When I picked you up from that stupid ghetto halfway house to take you to that tacky chain hotel I still wasn't sure how I was going to fuck you. I already knew that you'd take it any way you could get it. I was wearing those thigh high stockings you'd jerked off to so many times and a tiny skirt. You were in that god-awful prison-issue grey sweatsuit that bagged out and covered all your prison muscles.
After we got you into that hotel room and kicked off our shoes I ordered you out of that ridiculous uniform. You stripped naked while I sat on the edge of the bed. You came right for me with that look in your eyes that I remembered so well. In all your letters and phone calls you begged to kiss me for hours. That wasn't going to happen until you did penance. Penance on your knees in front of me for embarrassing yourself with a fat girl. You're such a good boy, you fell right to the floor.
I was pleased to see that you hadn't forgotten how to beg. I leaned back and spread my legs for you. There was no need to remove a g-string, I had left my last pair under your bed for Fattie to find. You embraced your punishment with the thirst of a man who'd been wandering the desert for years. I was surprised at your patience and restraint as you took your time, swirling my clit with your tongue. Impressed but a little disappointed. I was looking forward to taking my leather to your ass for not showing my pussy proper respect. That notion was quickly forgotten as you drove your fingers into me and sucked on my clit, licking your fingers and moaning when I grabbed the back of your head and pushed you further into my pussy. I rode your face until I came in your mouth, just like you had dreamt of over the last two years.
You caught your breath and reached to pull my top off. I caught your hands and moved them away. You pleaded with me to unveil my tits, those big flawless tits that you and many other men have claimed were the most perfect pair you'd ever seen. Before you were granted that favor you were to finish servicing me so I turned over and ordered you to eat me out from behind. Your fingers were still wet from my first cum and now you used them to pleasure my ass while licking and sucking my cunt until I came for you again.
I admit that I had more planned for you but at this point I wanted your big cock inside me more than I cared to admit. I knew the second you were inside me you'd explode so I pulled you to the bed and told you to strip me bare. You pulled my top off so hard it tore and yanked down my skirt. I stood before you in my stockings for a bare instant before I knelt down and took your cock in my mouth and started sucking. The moan that came from you the very instant I started working my tongue around you told me just how right I was. I watched your face contort in pleasure as your cum gushed into my mouth, your hands buried in my hair, gasping and moaning with ecstasy as you watched me swallow everything you had to give me.
As you fell back onto the bed I wiped down my mouth and climbed on the bed with you. You turned over and pulled off each stocking before falling into my arms and kissing me. I don't know how long our lips were fused together before you moved to my neck and then my tits, sucking and kneading them until I started to get wet again. I moved your hand down to let you feel the effect you were having on me. You pushed me back and opened my legs again, letting your mouth taste all that had been denied you the last few years.
After coming in your mouth again I pulled you to me and kissed your lips and your neck while stroking your rock hard cock. I raised my foot to your mouth and let you suck on my toes while guiding your cock into me. I wrapped my legs around your neck as you began thrusting into me and moaning your declarations of love. I stopped your thrusting and pulled your face to me again for more kisses before telling you that I was going to to get on your lap and ride you. I pulled you to the end of the bed before mounting you because I knew if I did then I'd get what I wanted from you. And I did.
I ordered you to suck my tits while I took you for a ride but I knew that wouldn't last very long. I wasn't on you for more then a minute before you grabbed my ass and stood up with your cock still inside me and my legs wrapped around you. You slammed my back into the wall and fucked me against it until I came again. After you threw me onto the bed you drove yourself into me and fucked me doggie-style until you came again and collapsed with exhaustion, pulling me to you and stroking my body with your lips and fingertips, worshiping it, pulling my toes back into your mouth, touching me everywhere, praising my body, kissing my pussy, pinching my nipples, licking my neck, begging me to be yours.
I'm sorry, darling, I just don't want to date a convicted felon. I will keep on fucking you when the mood takes me. Your idiot fiancee knows about us and is too much of a loser to do anything about it so with your help I will continue to humiliate her in a very public way. However, your request for me to respect her..? You have GOT to be joking.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1zbulm/my_friend_m36_is_trying_to_insist_that_i_f33
Nicely done
I realize that. This is just the tip of the iceberg too. I left a lot of dirt out.
Nice!
Do tell.