During my junior year in college, I was a campus security officer. One of my assignments was to quickly patrol the campus bookstore and check security camera footage. On one routine visit to the bookstore, I met a new area manager named Amber. She was in charge of the textbook department. She was only about 5’1″ or 5’2″ and was rather petite. She had long blond hair, and big blue eyes. Her smile was flawless. The only drawback for me was that she had A-cup breasts and a small ass, although, everything about her was firm and perky.
Every shift I worked after that, I made sure to walk through the textbook section on my short bookstore patrol. Eventually our casual small talk turned into a lunch date. I got her number and the texting never stopped. After a week of endless texting, we went on our first date. The night ended at my apartment with wine, making out, and a blowjob. She let me finger her, however she would not let me get her close to orgasm. Each time she got close, she would back off or slide my finger out. I had never experienced this before, so I was kind of puzzled. Not really sure what to do, I politely offered to finish her but she said she just wanted to treat me for such a lovely date. She was so nonchalant about it, that I didn’t think anything of it and just enjoyed myself.
Two dates later, I started to become suspicious. Each date was ending the same. Drinks, kissing, and an orgasm for me. Although she let me touch and lick her, she never let me fully reciprocate. The night of our fourth date, the same scenario began to play out. Before getting too far, I asked her to have another drink with me, that I was stressed from the day I had just had. She agreed. Over drinks, I talked to her softly and sweetly about her desires in life, slowly, turning the conversation to her sexual desires. The more she talked about sex, the more relaxed and aroused she became. As she talked to me, I gently rubbed her back. We shared a couple wine soaked kisses. I slipped off her shirt and bra, laid her onto the bed facedown, and began to massage her back. She continued to talk to me about all of her sexual needs, kinks, and interests as rubber her down.
After about 15-20 minutes of massaging her back and shoulders. I slid off her jeans. She wore black lace panties underneath. Her white skin peeked through each and every hole and slit in the floral lace design. I massaged her ass and legs as she sipped from her glass of wine. The candles in my room gave off an intoxicating scent and the flicker of light was just enough to see Amber’s body melt each time my hand brushed past her ass or inner thighs. She was completely relaxed.
I helped her roll onto her back, undressed myself, and climbed onto the bed. I laid down next to her and our lips met in a soft kiss, mingling for a while, tasting each other. One kiss turned into two, then ten, then hundreds more. You could practically taste the hunger in the room; her urge to be satisfied, and my urge to fulfill it. The scent of wine, sweat, and aromatic candles clung to the humidity that our bodies were creating and draped itself over us. It filled me with so much desire for this woman that all I could think about was pleasuring her into complete ecstasy.
The kissing became almost violent. You could tell she had not been this far with a partner in some time. I began to take control. I climbed onto her and pinned her arms to the bed. I slowly but ferociously kissed my way down her neck. Nipping her collarbone down to the top of her tiny breasts, I could see her white chest flush bright red. Her nipples immediately tightened. I took the left one into my mouth.
“Oh fuck…” she moaned.
I sucked on each nipple until just before she became too sensitive. Then I continued to move south; kissing her stomach, nipping at her hips until finally I reached her black lace panties. Amber was so excited now, and her panties were so damp that I could already smell the sweet, sensual perfume of her body’s natural lubricant. I slid the lace panties down her legs. Setting them on the bed next to us, I noticed the sexy, ivory-colored stains covering the crotch. She had been excited all day. I felt myself grow longer and harder at the thought of her creaming her panties all day long. My attention returned to her body before me. Her tight pink pussy lips glistened in the candle light as a small drop of her juices formed around her clit. I needed to taste her.
Starting near her tiny asshole, I placed my tongue on her soft skin. I moved upwards, until I reached the opening of her pussy never breaking contact with her. I pushed my tongue deep into her warm, wet crevice, receiving a mouthful of her tantilizing nectar. Backing out, I moved up her left lip, grazed across her clit, and down her right lip still without breaking contact. I slid my tongue back up the center of her pussy, landing onto her throbbing clit, and finally bringing that long sensual lick to an end.
“Fuck me…” she whispered so softly, I almost missed it.
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over my erect shaft. Amber lay on the bed, legs spread in the air, rubbing her clit. She reached for my balls to guide me in. She was tight. She held her breath as I slipped my head into her tiny pussy. It took a few seconds, but her lips slowly stretched to fit me. I pushed further in, taking it slow, to keep her from any discomfort. I went as deep as her tiny hole would allow. After a short while, she was comfortably stretched out enough to allow some faster movement.
I began to thrust a bit faster and harder. Amber wasn’t a loud one, but she did say “oh my god” and “fuck” a lot. She was so aroused from the plethora of foreplay that it didn’t take much stimulation to get her to the edge. I could feel her tensing her body; her painted pink nails digging into the bed. She was flushed red and her pussy became wetter. It was a matter of seconds now. I thrust harder and harder into her. She leaned her head back and I got ready. Then out of nowhere, her hand slapped my chest in a fiery collision. She backed off of my cock and clutched her pussy with her hand.
“NO,” she cried, “I can’t.”
Totally taken back by what had just happened, I froze. Amber looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
“I am so sorry, but I can’t cum… not now,” she whimpered, “I am sorry.”
I looked at her, completely baffled, then responded, “Was it something I did? I mean what’s wrong? Why can’t you cum?”
“No its not you!” she reassured me, “I have never cum in front of any guy before. Not even past boyfriends. I am embarrassed.”
“Why?” I replied, “There is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of? Orgasming is a natural thing!”
“It’s not that…” she answered sheepishly. Had I not been sitting there with a completely erect cock looking totally bummed out, I doubt she would have ever told me. “Umm…. well… when I cum….. well…. I kinda…. squirt.”
“Squirt?” I asked trying to hide my excitement.
“Yeah… a lot,” she muttered, “It makes a huge mess and I hate it. And I know guys probably find it disgusting so I would just rather not cum with them. I usually just finish myself at home in the shower.”
“That is not disgusting at all! Most guys find squirting hot! I know I do,” I replied in a encouraging tone.
She nodded. She then explained how every guy she had been with, she would fake the orgasm. She told me that most of her other partners had never really been good enough to get her close so it was never problem. And the ones that were good enough, she shut down before it became an issue. I was the only one to ever get this far with her. We talked it all over for a good 15 minutes before I finally convinced her that I was fine with it and that her squirting would be a huge turn on for me. She agreed to try it just this once.
It didn’t take much to get us back in the mood since we left off on such a high note. We made out while I fingered her, and she stroked my shaft. Once I was hard again, she rolled a fresh condom on me. I asked her what position would be most comfortable for her. She said doggie style would be best so she would not have to see it when she squirted. She got on all fours and gripped the headboard. Her sweet scented pussy was facing me. I moved in close and slid the tip of my cock into her pussy. She took it much easier this time. Once I was as deep as I could be, I began to thrust in and out. I reached down and rubbed her clit. She began to tense up the closer she got. I reminded her to relax and just enjoy herself. She did her best. I arched forward so my shaft and head would hit her G-spot better. She got a little louder and the “fucks” became more frequent. I moved my hips faster and gripped hers, pulling and pushing her to my rhythm. I felt her pussy cinch down on my shaft.
“Oh my god, fuck…. I am close. Pull out when I say!” she moaned.
Two or three more thrusts was all it took. I came hard inside her pussy as she told me to pull out. As I did, she let out a scream. Burying her head in my pillow, she moaned as it happened. It was a soft trickle at first. A small drop then shot from her lips and landed on my stomach. Then, just when I was beginning to doubt, her tiny asshole tightened. A stream of her intoxicating nectar, came gushing from her freshly fucked pussy. It covered my chest, my my cock, and comforter. The bed was soaked. Spurts of her hot love liquid, squirted out with each shiver of her body. Her pussy was now bright red. She collapsed on the bed, shaking with sheer excitement. Her pussy juices still trickled slowly and after another second or so, it came to a stop. She was exhausted. I rolled the condom off, tossed it into the trash, and laid next to her. We rest there for about 20 minutes.
We finally showered off and had a snack. Amber rehydrated. We changed out the sheets on my bed and then went to sleep. The next morning when I woke up, Amber was gone. She had left a note and a condom on my desk. The note read:
“Thank you for last night. I needed it. I am looking forward to our next date Babe. Although, next time, we will need a towel.”
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