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Natural Born Cocksucker [MF]

Chloe’s life changed the night she gave her first blowjob.

She did so in the bathroom of a house in the suburbs, during a house party. Her partner was a boy she had met in the garden just a few minutes before. It was, Chloe thought later, probably the sluttiest thing she had ever done in her life up until that point.

Of course, it wasn’t like she’d had the opportunity to do many slutty things before then. She’d spent an entire year with her first ever boyfriend, who she’d met in the first week of university at the first ever meeting of Anime Society. Though they’d fucked a few times, he’d never once asked her to go down on him. In fact, he’d seemed thoroughly disgusted by the idea.

He didn’t, he explained to her, want to be thinking about where her mouth had been when he kissed her.

Chloe’s first boyfriend had kissed gingerly, like he was trying to avoid sharing any spit. He wore two condoms when they fucked, and always disposed of them in the outside bin soon after they were done. Read more »

A Shaven Cunt [MF]

Between our first meeting and our second she shaves her cunt completely bare. This surprises me. We are lying entangled on her sofa and I slip my hand into her underwear and freeze. Nothing there but her naked cunt, soft skin, shorn.

She raises an eyebrow at me, mildly provocative. Almost taunting: she’s pleased that I’m surprised.

I’m surprised because I didn’t think she would. We discussed many things during our first meeting. In our preferences regarding pubic hair, we differed. Her tone suggested she found the idea of shaving slightly distasteful.

“I prefer it natural,” she had said. “Shaved looks… silly. Porny. And men seem to expect it sometimes. I mean… women have hair! That’s nature. People need to get used to that.”

I had told her my preference. We had laughed about how different we were. And later that evening, when we fucked in the back seat of my car, I felt the thick curls between her legs under my palm. Her hair there held her scent, made her cunt hidden, a secretive, dark place inside her body. Read more »

Snug [MF]

She has a small cunt. A neat cunt. I touch her there – that whole part of her fits under my palm, the mound of her groin small and hot. The skin feels soft, like an earlobe. A finger pressed between her lips finds the opening of her body. The tip of my little finger fits neatly into her. It doesn’t feel as though anything larger would.

She is small. Petite, she said on her Tinder profile. Even so…

“I don’t know if I’ll fit,” I say.

She laughs. “Are you bragging?”

“No.” I close my hand against her cunt a little. She’s wet. Warm, dewy wetness. “You’re tiny.”

She shrugs. Doesn’t look away from me. Doesn’t blink. “It’ll stretch,” she says, almost laughing. “Trust me.”

It does stretch. Quite easily, in fact. She’s tight, but she reaches down to guide me in, holds the tip of me against her cunt with one hand and moves her hips and a second later I’m inside her. Deep inside. She exhales, perfectly controlled.

We fuck. She’s quiet and clutches me tightly, her breathing loud. She spreads her legs. Reaches down to put her hands on her thighs, like she’s holding herself open for me. She keeps eye contact, barely blinking. Read more »

Frustration [MF]

She likes to fight him whenever they go to bed together. She wriggles. She squirms. She clamps her legs together, or kicks and struggles like a wildcat. Rakes him with her fingernails – lightly, but not too lightly. There’s a balance to it. She doesn’t want to hurt him, no. She wants to *frustrate* him. Deny him for as long as she can so that when he does take her, he’ll take her with violence.

It’s scary, but scary in a good way. Like a rollercoaster – up and up and up, you go, and for every inch you climb you know there’ll be a corresponding fall, sudden and terrifying. You know it’s coming. She knows it’s coming. She can see it in his eyes, which are bright and focussed and filled with something which, as she continues to fight and wriggle and disobey him, comes to look more and more like anger.

She’ll say things, if she can think of things to say. Rude things. “Get fucked,” she says, when he tries to kiss her. She pulls away. “Limp dick,” she says. “If you were a real man you’d be in me already.” And if, even for a moment, he pulls back from her, “That’s all you’ve got? Pathetic. Pa-thet-ic.” Read more »

Opening [MF]

He likes to touch her cunt when he first sees her and she isn’t ready for him. It makes her squirm and whimper and grip his shirt as he pushes a hand down inside her underwear. She’s tight, then. Her cunt closed like a fist, a muscle tense and clutching.

Not ready for him yet. He likes to feel that, if only for contrast.

She gets nervous before she sees him, she explains. Her body isn’t always as ready as she wants it to be. He assures her it’s fine. That bodies are bodies – obtuse and uncontrollable. But, when he first sees her, he likes to touch her cunt and feel its closedness nonetheless. Such a tight little organ.

He knows how to make it open for him. He’s learned how over weeks and months of steady exploration. He has found her triggers. The things that consistently affect her.

Sucking cock is one of them. When he puts her on her knees in front of him and fills her mouth with his prick, she changes. He can almost see it happen. Her shoulders drop. She unravels. Loses herself in the act, little by little, until soon she’s drooling freely and forcing him towards the back of her throat, moaning out loud around a mouth full of him. Read more »

Meditations on Girth [MF]

She has ambitions for her cunt. Plans for that sleek little hole. She wants to fill it. Not just fill it, but *fill* it. Meanly. Violently. She wants to get her hand in there. Her whole hand, closed fist, fingers pressed together. Down to the wrist. That’s something she fantasises about. Looking down and seeing her wrist disappearing into her hungry cunt. Swallowed whole.

It frightens her a little. How, in the moment, there doesn’t seem to be a limit to it. When she’s horny she fantasises about penetration. Imagines fucking herself with an anaconda dildo. Pornstar cocks thrust into her cunt. Two cocks at once. How would that feel? She imagines it. She imagines it often.

They’re odd fantasies. She acknowledges that to herself in the aftermath. Silly ideas. One cock fills her perfect adequately. Four fingers is about the limit of what she can endure before it becomes painful. And yet, in the moment, she cannot help but want more. And not just a little bit more, but an absurd excess. Read more »

Penny Speaks [MF]

Penny wants to fuck me, but she’s too shy to ask. When we speak in person she touches me frequently, flirts constantly, drops endless hints. I refuse to pick them up. I want to fuck her too, but I want her to *ask* for it.

In our messages, Penny speaks more freely. Tells me she dreams about me, can’t stop thinking about me undressing her. Wishes I would do the things I do to other women at play parties to her. I tell her that these things can happen, but she needs to ask.

*I couldn’t possibly*, she writes back.

*You don’t ask you don’t get.*

*I could ask you here. I could beg you.*

*In writing? No. Call me. Say it out loud.*

*I’ve never asked a man before.*

*Never too late to start.*

*Please. I’m so wet right now. I’d do anything.*

*Call me and ask and I’ll come over tonight.*

*Anything except that.*

And it goes on like that. I’m toying with her. Partly because I am young and arrogant and like being pursued, but partly because I really do want her to ask. It feels necessary. I don’t see how we can fuck if she can’t even speak about fucking to my face. If she cannot tell me what she wants. Read more »

Bareback [MF]

It’s bad, she knows, but she does it anyway. She likes the way it feels and the badness is a part of that. If it was no danger it wouldn’t feel like that. If she was always in control she wouldn’t come like she does. She wouldn’t fantasise, quite so often, about her cunt being filled by the spunk of some stranger, an unknown, a lover she’ll never see again.

To keep herself in check, she makes rules. Never on the first date. She can fuck a boy on the first date or she can fuck him bareback. Never both at once. That’s the hardest rule to follow, but she sticks to it religiously. Either or. Not both.

The other rules are much less onerous.

They need to *have* condoms… even if she’s not going to use one. Almost all boys do. The ones who don’t are trouble.

And they need to be able to talk about it. Prudes are bad news. *Danger, danger*. If they blush or go quiet or try to laugh it off when she asks them when they last got tested, it’s a no-go. She’s going home alone. Read more »

Snug [MF]

She has a small cunt. A neat cunt. I touch her there – that whole part of her fits under my palm, the mound of her groin small and hot. The skin feels soft, like an earlobe. A finger pressed between her lips finds the opening of her body. The tip of my little finger fits neatly into her. It doesn’t feel as though anything larger would.

She is small. *Petite*, she said on her Tinder profile. Even so…

“I don’t know if I’ll fit,” I say.

She laughs. “Are you *bragging*?”

“No.” I close my hand against her cunt a little. She’s wet. Warm, dewy wetness. “You’re tiny.”

She shrugs. Doesn’t look away from me. Doesn’t blink. “It’ll stretch,” she says, almost laughing. “Trust me.”

It does stretch. Quite easily, in fact. She’s tight, but she reaches down to guide me in, holds the tip of me against her cunt with one hand and moves her hips and a second later I’m inside her. Deep inside. She exhales, perfectly controlled.

We fuck. She’s quiet and clutches me tightly, her breathing loud. She spreads her legs. Reaches down to put her hands on her thighs, like she’s holding herself open for me. She keeps eye contact, barely blinking. Read more »

Contrast [MF]

Exactly ten minutes after she arrives at my house we are naked and fucking on the floor in front of the mirror in my bedroom, and I am holding her body tight against mine, crushing her between me and the floor and driving into her hard, in the specific way that I know makes her shake. Bite marks from my teeth are livid on her shoulder. Her face is wet with drool.

The image of her, small in my arms, distressed, scrabbling at the floor, clutching for any part of me she can reach… it’s a beautiful one. But as I fuck her I am thinking of her *before* – how she was when she arrived at my house.

Back then, just minutes ago, she was fully dressed, proper and serious. She had come from work. In the hallway she unwound a scarf from her neck. She hung up her coat. Stretched. Accepted a glass of water and drank it demurely. She was self-contained and civilised.

“How have you been?” she said. Small talk.

“Well. Busy. Yourself?” Even smaller. Read more »