There was a time where Ann was just Game Store Girl. She worked behind the counter, her post-emo phase brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, the bangs hanging over her deep brown eyes, smiling and greeting customers as they walked in.
She was just barely shorter than me, slender and tan. She wore loose shirts with low neckline, accenting her clevage. Between those eyes and that clevage, I don’t know which I’d get lost in first.
She always chatted and flirted with me like an old friend. Eventually I found out she was in school with me, though three years behind. Now in my mid 20s, I was wondering how I could miss such a beauty.
One day at work, I started just messaging her shitty jokes I was pulling up online. That led to us conversing on a deeper level as the day went. I found out she had recently left a really shitty longterm relationship. To me that came across as wanting to have fun, so I became more blatant with my flirting and comments. She took them rather well. Then one day, she asked me my favorite color.
I said orange.
A few hours later, my phone was greeted with pictures of her in a skimpy, orange bra and panties set, each picture slowly removing articles of clothing. Once it got to the end, she commented, “Because you’ve been perfect.”
She kept a tight body. Long, slender legs. Tits that would fit perfectly in my hands. The barest hint of abs above pointed hips. Her pussy was slight, a tuft of hair over it. My body filled with lust.
Later that night, she invited me over to her parents house after they had gone to bed. She had moved in until she could find her own place after bailing on her ex. They had a big trampoline out back, semi-close to the road.
It was a nice, warm summer night. We lay next to each other on the trampoline, talking. It got quiet. She asked me what I was thinking.
I rolled over and pressed my lips to her. Hers met mine with soft desire, pulling my head in. I slid my hand onto her waist and up her shirt, massaging her tits as we made out.
She pushed me onto my back, bending her ass in tight spandex shorts into my face as she unzipped my pants. She pulled out my cock and began working her magic. Her lips and tongue were in a fury as she ran her fist up and down my shaft, using every part of her mouth to massage my head. I rubbed her clit through her pants and rested my other hand on her head. This is when I knew things were going to take a fun turn.
She took my hand on her head to mean she should remove her hand from my dick and impale her throat into my cock. Her throat opened up as she swallowed me whole, holding me in the back of her throat until she began to run out of breath. She pulled out, gasping for air, before bobbing her head furiously, sucking and swirling as she went, occasionally stopping to choke herself with me.
I pulled her shorts down, plunging my fingers deep into her pussy as she moaned loudly, my cock firmly placed in her vocal box. She renewed her speed, bobbing and sucking and choking until I erupted into her throat. She purred in pleasure and she swallowed down every drop, licking my dick as she came up for air, cleaning me off.
“Zee. Fuck me. Just know I like it rough.”
I had been with two different ‘likes it rough’ kind of girls. There’s one, like Candice from part 1, who you walk away feeling like you completely abused them and should probably go to jail for attempted mirder. Then you’ve got the kind who like being lightly choked and having their ass smacked.
My advice is to treat them like the second until they tell you they’re the first.
Still bent over, I grabbed her hair into a familiar ponytail and pulled back. She moaned softly as I did, so I pulled further. She loved it. I slid my cock into her tight pussy, relishing a new taste with every inch. I pulled on her hair again. She grinded her hips in appreciation. Testing these waters, I kept pulling until her waist was nearly at a 90 degree angle. I wrapped my other hand around her throat and squeezed the sides.
“Just how rough are we talking?”
She grinded and squeezed my cock with her pussy and giggled, “Make me have to wear makeup.”
My hand tightened on her throat as she choked out a breath and I began thrusting into her as hard as I could, the sensitivity of a recent orgasm filling my dick with excitement. She screamed tiny screams, cut off by my hand weighing on her wind pipe.
Her body shook as she bucked wildly. It had been awhile since she had gotten what she had wanted.
I pulled out of her, letting go of her throat but holding onto her hair still. I faced her toward me then backhanded her across the face. “You’re going to do what the fuck your told and like it, aren’t you, slut?”
Red blush began pulling on her cheek, “Yes.”
I slapped her across the face again, “Yes, what?”
Tears filled her eyes, but she eyed my cock with a hunger
“Yes, sir.”
I let go of her hair, and laid down, pulling her waist to pull her on top of me. She slid around my cock and let it slowly fill her as she gasped into the night. I pulled her nipples and pulled until her face was close to mine.
“You are to only call out my name when you come, do you understand.”
She winced out a tiny yes and I let go of her nipples. I tell her to ride me and she leans back, showing me her cunt as it swallows my dick inside of it. I rest my hand on her thigh and thumb her clit as she picks up speed.
She calls my name put, her pussy tightening around me. I pick her up off of me and slam her onto the trampoline, her bouncing up. As the bounce settled, I wrap my hands around her thighs and put her legs around my shoulders. I slide my cock into her then wrap my hands around her head, folding her.
I lean back, picking her up and rest her weight on my body. Then I start thrusting into her, the wetness of her pussy echoing into the night as my cock slams against her, my balls bouncing off her asshole. She moans and screams into me as I impale her again and again, the trampoline adding bounce and force, allowing me to slam harder into her.
She calls my name twice more as her body shakes and quivers. She’s growing tired. It’s been awhile since she’s gotten the kind of fucking she wants, and she’s exhausted. I pull out of her and lay her down. Ilift up the back of her head and shove my cock back down her throat.
She moans as I hold her head in place, thrusting my cock as reckless as I did in her sweet cunt. I pull out and come across her face, her body heaving with deep breaths, her nipples pointed to the night sky, and her gorgeous smile covered in a good night’s work.
-Zee
[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jhvsgg/true_story_part_1mfanalrough/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jico8r/true_story_2_mforalcar_sex/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
[part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jijg4q/true_story_3_sneaky_fingeringmftoo_biganal/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
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