Becky was super into the whole #metoo feminist movement — the way she’d post on Facebook, you’d think she’d be the biggest prude on the planet. But I couldn’t resist. She was thick, beautiful. Curvy in all the right places and had long blonde hair and blue eyes.
I sent her a cautious message, not wanting to appear too masculine or pushy, lest I be turned into one of those angry feminist posts about men who just ASSUME you’ll want to date them, etc. etc.
“Wanna grab dinner?” I asked via messenger.
“Sure! How about Friday?” She responded almost instantly.
We made texted throughout the week to confirm plans and pick a place to meet. Dinner went WAY better than expected. Even feminists have needs and sometimes want to be dominated.
Becky was that type of chick. When I walked in (a few minutes late), I found her at the bar about to place an order for a cocktail.
“Oh,” she said. “You’re here. You can buy me a drink!”
I laughed and said, “Whoa whoa I see all sorts of feminist stuff on your Facebook page. Shouldn’t you be buying ME a drink?”
She slapped my arm and called me an ass and I knew right then: We’d be fucking before the night was over.
Dinner went well, albeit rushed, because the sexual tension was literally dripping from her pussy onto the floor under our table. She wanted it. I wanted it.
I handed my credit card to the waiter without even needing to look at the check. We wanted to get the HELL outta’ there.
“Where do you live?” She asked.
“Two blocks that way. You?”
“Ten blocks in the other direction. Guess we’re going to your place.”
Before the elevator door closed, we had our hands all over each other. By the time we arrived on the 11th floor, our clothes were as stripped off as they could be on the elevator. By the time my front door was closed, we were virtually naked.
Becky sat on my sofa and spread her legs.
“Time for dessert,” she said.
I dropped to my knees, hands on her thighs, kissing her legs, inching my tongue closer and closer to her bald pussy. I prefer a little hair, but on Becky, it was the perfect look. Waxed smooth. Tight. Pink. Beautiful.
I put my mouth over her pussy and sucked, running my tongue from the base of hr pussy to her clit. She moaned and then I stopped and returned to kissing her thighs.
“Tease,” she giggled.
I slid a finger inside of her pussy. It was incredibly tight.
“Godddd,” she groaned as she tilted her head back and squeezed her large breasts together. “How do I taste?”
“Amazing,” I said.
“Let me taste.”
I pulled my fingers from her cunt and held them up. She leaned down and sucked them clean.
“Oh, so goooood.”
I worked her clit with my tongue, slow and steady until her thighs started to squeeze shut: The official sign of a girl who is about to cum.
“Mm-hmm,” I moaned as I tongued her pussy, tasting her liquid as she dripped.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whispered as I picked up the pace, tonguing faster, licking, sucking, fingering until she couldn’t contain herself.
“Ohmygodddddddd!” She howled as her body writhed on the sofa. She pushed my head away and frantically masturbated, rubbing her clit as her whole body trembled.
I hoisted her hips up off the sofa and pressed my tongue into her asshole. She gasped in shock, but the pleasure was too great and she came even harder.
“JESUS CHRIIIIIST!” she howled as her swollen pink pussy throbbed.
I continued eating her pussy, bringing her to a second and third orgasm within minutes.
“Ohmygod staaahp. Stopppp,” she moaned. “No more, my little pink pussy can’t take it.”
I stood up, my face and beard dripping with her pussy juice. She stood up and kissed and licked my face clean and then pushed me back a step or two before lowering herself to her knees.
My 8.5 inch cock throbbed wildly as she studied it, licking her lips.
“Let’s see here,” she said as she took the tip into her mouth and sucked. My whole body buzzed.
“Mmmm,” she hummed as she sucked and tongued my cock. She pulled my cock from her mouth and spat on it and giggled.
“Think I can deep throat this thing?” She asked.
I shrugged. “Only one way to find out,” I said.
She bit her bottom lip and braced to take me into her throat. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and looked up at me, locking eyes with me and winking — giving me the option to slide my cock slowly into her mouth.
“There we go,” I said as I got two inches into her mouth.
“Mm-hmm,” she groaned.
Another inch in. And then another. Halfway there. I pushed deeper. Her eyes began to grow wide. Drool rushed out from her mouth and splattered onto her thighs.
“Good,” I said as I pushed even deeper into her throat. “Want me to fuck your throat?”
She nodded and I began to pump, slowly, in and out of her mouth as more saliva ran out of her mouth and down her chest, soaking her tits.
I pulled out and admired my glistening penis, soaked with saliva.
“Call me a little whore.”
“Only once you’ve taken every inch down your whore throat.”
Her eyes popped and she smiled and opened her mouth.
I pushed in, deeper and deeper until her nose pressed against my pelvis. She looked up at me with desperate eyes, as if to say, “Well?”
“Good girl,” I said as I began to relentlessly fuck her face. “Take that cock, you little whore.”
She nodded and took charge, sucking incredibly fast, drooling, spitting, gagging. She coughed and spat more saliva all over me.
“Good girl,” I said.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
I hoisted her from the floor and spun her around and pressed her onto the sofa. She presented her pink pussy and pink asshole to me.
I slid my saliva soaked lubed up cock into her tight cunt.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” I said I entered her from behind.
“Pull my hair,” she begged.
I grabbed her ponytail and yanked on it.
“HARDER, DAMMIT!”
I yanked harder and spat on her asshole.
“Oooh,” she whispered as I pressed my thumb into her asshole with my right hand while yanking her ponytail with my left hand and fucking her tight cunt from behind.
“HARDER!” she howled.
I let go of her hair and grabbed her hip with my left hand, keeping my finger up her ass, and braced myself to fuck her as hard as I could.
I began slamming into her until I needed to pull my thumb from her asshole to use my right hand to support myself.
I held on for dear life as I fucked the shit out of her.
“Pull my hair — hard — and call me a slut!”
I grabbed her hair.
“You like it when I pull your hair?”
“I love it. Pull it like a man! Don’t be such a bitch!”
I pulled harder.
“Yesss, god!!”
“You like that, you slut?”
“I love it!”
I pulled my cock from her and she spun around and pushed me onto the sofa and dropped to her knees and sucked, licking her pussy juice from my cock.
“You like the way your pussy tastes?”
She nodded as she bobbed up and down on my rock hard cock.
“Feed me your seed, daddy.”
I arched back into the sofa as she sucked harder and harder until I began to nod.
“Uh-huh,” I said. “That’s it. Suck me like that. I’m gonna cum!”
“Feed me!” She begged as she took me down her throat just as I exploded into her mouth. I filled her mouth with a massive amount of cum, my flexing cock releasing every bit of cum possible until my balls were empty and her mouth was full.
She looked at me, her eyes wide open with shock. She pulled my cock from her mouth and showed me her open mouth — full of jizz. Then, she closed her mouth and gulped it down with ease.
“All gone,” she said.
“All gone,” I said as she licked her lips.
“That was good,” she said. “Can I give you a call in a few days? We can do this again?”
“Mm-hmm,” I nodded as Becky stood up, dressed and left.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7vimwh/pull_my_hair_and_call_me_a_slut_mf_oral_mast_cum