Making her mine

The first time I saw her, she was getting fucked by a group of guys that had hired her to strip at a bachelors party, for a friend of mine. After the party she needed a ride home and since it was on my way, I volunteered to drive her home, but I also had darker motives. When she got in the car I could smell all the cum she had on her. She had jerked off, fucked and sucked at least 14 guys that night. I know I, personally, fucked and came in her twice.

 

Her pussy was so full of cum it was leaking down her thighs. I ask her what her name was and she had told Candy. I figured it was a fake name, but I didn’t actually care, so I didn’t press her any harder. As we drove the small talk went well, and she was still amped up from being the evening’s entertainment, so when we got to her apartment, she invited me in and fixed me a drink. She was sitting in a chair across from me and she had her legs spread and I could see her clit swollen and sticking up like a miniature cock, from under her short shirt. Her pussy hair was matted together from all the cum she had taken in her pussy and asshole earlier that night. I was sitting there thinking how fucking sexy her cum stained pussy looked. This was the first time I had ever seen a pussy that had been fucked by over a dozen men, besides on the internet.

 

Some guys would have been turned off by her current state, but I wouldn’t be one of them. To me, she was like as professional athlete, someone to be admired for her physical prowess. I desired to have her. Not in a love or romantic, but as my own personal sex slave. She had already had proven herself a cock hungry creature, now I would tame her and make her submissive to only to my needs.

 

The more we drank and chatted the more I gleaned about her. She had started off simply stripping to pay for college, but her family found out and turned their backs. They blamed college for corrupting their innocent little girl and wouldn’t help by financially supporting her college dream any longer. She had turned to escorting and bachelor parties to make up the financial difference. As she continued drinking and talking she started to cry, she apologized, she was embarrassed, she knew that her problems shouldn’t be any concern of mine, we’d only just met, but she had nobody in her life, any more, to open up to. Except, her concerns were everything to me. They were going to be the chains that bound her to me. As I held her hand, in mine, she explained how she was barely keeping her life together. All her bills were coming due at once and after tonight she didn’t have any more paid opportunities lined up.

 

Her eyes pleaded for help. She moved forward to embrace me, but I lean in and kissed her on the forehead, keeping her at bay, whispering to her, “Let’s get you cleaned up first.” Recognizing how cum covered she was again quietly nodded in agreement and let me lead her toward the bathroom.

 

Once there, I started the water warming and began stripping her of her cum soaked clothing, tossing them aside, into a pile. Once she was nude, I stared at her for awhile, as if I just saw her naked for the first time, before I allowed her to unbuttoning and removing my shirt. I asked her to undo my belt, for me, too. In her submissive nature she instinctively knell down in front of me to do as she was instructed. After loosening my belt, she looked up at my for approval, before she continued on, unzipping my pant and removing them. Next she removed my socks, then my underwear. My semi-erect cock sprung forward, teasing her into trying to take it in her mouth, but before she could, I lifted her by the chin and guided her into the shower and under the water.

 

With a long sigh, she let the day’s tensions start wash away. Steam swirled around us, as I watched the spray massaged her full, round breasts, water cascaded over her curvy hips and long legs. She closed her eyes and stood still and let herself get lost in the warmth and the sound of the rushing water. I washed her from head to toe, all over, but slowly, very carefully not to rush and always with tenderness and at times teasingly, starting by lathering her long red hair, massaging her scalp, then conditioning and combing out all her tangled knot. As I did, I told her how beautiful her hair was and how cute she would look if her hair was a bit longer, mermaid length hair, just covering her nipples.

 

With my hands I created slippery, soapy bubbles over her breasts, arms, shoulders and bell, while being sure to take special interest to her all ready hardened nipples. Mentally, I noted how sensitive her nipples were and that I should convince her to pierce them. I nestled my cock into her ass crack, as my arousal grew, before I began to wash the cum out of her matted pubic hairs. Her fingers wasted no time finding my cock, stroking and squeezing it as it throbbed and grew to full length and thickness in her hands, her fingers then cupping my wet balls, tugging on them, while I held her neck and whispered in her hair, how filthy and dirty she was. My fingers drifted down rubbing the folds of her tender pussy lips.

 

I turned her around, embraced groin against groin, belly against belly, breasts against chest, it was delightfully slippery, inspiring us to rub our slithery bodies together. Her lathered nipples felt glorious against my skin as she writhed in my arms.

 

Wedging her against the wall, I managed to guide the tip of my rigid cock to the soapy opening of her pussy. She gasped, already sore from earlier yet still eager, tightening her legs around me as she felt my cock as it parted her lips. It felt so good to fill her once more, to push up inside her. Like a hot knife in butter my cock surged up into her aching oven with ease, the weight of her body impaling her fully on my shaft.

 

Our moans were united in one agonized cry as we began to fuck once more, clutching at one another, writhing our slippery bodies against each other with each thrust of my cock. I closed my eyes so all that existed was my cock swallowed in her pussy, thrusting harder and harder, lifting her against the tiles, feeling her hold onto me tighter and tighter, grinding herself onto my pumping shaft.

 

My grunting mouth found her neck, kissing and nibbling as she slid up and down. Somehow between bites and gasps and moans I managed to moan that she was going to be mine for now on. I was slamming up into her now, ready to exploded into her, until I came, with all my clenching muscles propelling me up into her. It was all I could do to hang on to her beautiful convulsing body as she came at the same time, legs squeezing me like a vise, hands tearing at my skin. We were not in the shower at that moment, we were in some wet, warm, wonderful, exquisite place of ecstasy, fucking as one.

 

It took a while for us regain our senses, still propped against the wall, still joined. Sliding awkwardly down the tiles we separated, balanced on shaky legs, holding each other, stroking and kissing. It felt wonderful to stand under the warm shower, faces upturned, water flowing over tenderized skin, savoring what we had just shared, her worries and problems of the day washed away….or were they just beginning?

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