Second thoughts
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F and Tales
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straight
What?" I asked, feigning confusion.
"Don't you dare fall in love with me," she said in a pissed off tone. I couldn't tell if her tone was serious or mock.
"I...," was all I was able to mutter.
"You're honestly not going to invite me back to your apartment so you can fuck my brains out?"
I struggled again for words. I stood there staring at her as she smiled at me. Finally, I came to my senses and jumped in with both feet.
"Annie? Would you like to go with me to my apartment so I can fuck your brains out?" I asked with the straightest of faces. I was surprised at how easily those words rolled off my tongue.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said smiling and lacing her arm in mine. "Drive me to my car?"
Once in my apartment I showed her around and then opened a bottle of wine to sip as we talked. She seemed fascinated by my music collection. I asked her to put on whatever she liked as I sat down on the couch. She knelt on the floor to get a closer look at the titles. I sat back and enjoyed the view.
Annie wore some sort of shirt dress that resembled a batik beach wrap. It was sort of a bronze and rust color, barely long enough to cover her ass, but loose fitting to the point where one could not make out the feminine form underneath. She had some sexy strappy high heeled sandals on her feet. When she knelt in front of my CD rack, the material of her dress was pulled tight around her bottom so that her delicious bubble butt was apparent. She put on a CD, then rose and turned to me on the couch.
The sexy sounds of Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto came through the speakers as she grabbed her dress at the hem and removed the whole thing in one seamless motion. There were no undergarments. She smiled and stood before me in just her high heeled sandals. Her breasts were fuller than I thought they would be, perfectly shaped with thin, pointy nipples. Her hips flared wonderfully from her high, slim waist. Her mound was plump and smooth with no sign of the lips hidden within.
"Like it? I just had it waxed," she said cupping her pussy and dragging her fingers upward so that her inner lips were forced out into the open. Annie sauntered over and knelt on the floor in front of me, all the while staring hungrily at the bulge in my pants. She waited patiently as I unbuckled my pants and freed my erect penis.
"Wow, you're much bigger than I thought you'd be," she said laughing nervously.
I was used to the comments and the nervous laughter women offered once they'd seen my cock. Some women begin to have second thoughts while others begin to ponder the possibilities. While it's not humongous, it is sizeable. I grabbed it at the base and stood it up as it finished hardening. A string of pre-cum stretched from the bulbous, mushroom head over to my thigh where it had lain.
"So, you've been thinking about my cock, have you?" I asked, holding the muscle so that it pointed at the ceiling instead of curling bow-like into my abdomen.
"This may be the biggest cock I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few" she said scooting forward for a better look. "How big is it?"
I guess it was a compliment, but I didn't want to hear it that way, especially coming from her.
"Well, it's nine inches long, seven inches all the way around, and three inches in diameter," I said with a guilty smile. "Yes, we all measure them."
Annie was obviously one who was pondering the possibilities.
"I'll bet you get no complaints from the lucky women who get to have this," she said wrapping both hands around the shaft so that just the head poked out.
"Actually, some women have second thoughts after they see it fully erect," I explained.
She opened her mouth and enveloped the head with her soft, wet lips, leaving it glistening with her saliva. She gently slid both hands up until her top hand covered the head and then slid them both back down to the base. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and dripped down over her fingers. She licked it up with the tip of her tongue as if it were a melting ice cream cone, and then sucked the head back into her mouth.
As she slid her top hand down the shaft to cover her other hand grasping the base, her lips followed her hand until half my cock was in her mouth. I felt the head of my cock press into the narrowing orifice in the back of her throat and she gagged slightly. Her lips were touching her hands. She waited patiently until her gag reflex subsided then forced the rest of my fuck-stick into her throat. She held it there for about three seconds, and then disengaged slowly, allowing her lips to close as she pulled them up the shaft and off the tip. "How do you convince the ones who have second thoughts?" she asked smearing the pre-cum and saliva she'd left behind up and down the vein covered shaft.
"Don't you dare fall in love with me," she said in a pissed off tone. I couldn't tell if her tone was serious or mock.
"I...," was all I was able to mutter.
"You're honestly not going to invite me back to your apartment so you can fuck my brains out?"
I struggled again for words. I stood there staring at her as she smiled at me. Finally, I came to my senses and jumped in with both feet.
"Annie? Would you like to go with me to my apartment so I can fuck your brains out?" I asked with the straightest of faces. I was surprised at how easily those words rolled off my tongue.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said smiling and lacing her arm in mine. "Drive me to my car?"
Once in my apartment I showed her around and then opened a bottle of wine to sip as we talked. She seemed fascinated by my music collection. I asked her to put on whatever she liked as I sat down on the couch. She knelt on the floor to get a closer look at the titles. I sat back and enjoyed the view.
Annie wore some sort of shirt dress that resembled a batik beach wrap. It was sort of a bronze and rust color, barely long enough to cover her ass, but loose fitting to the point where one could not make out the feminine form underneath. She had some sexy strappy high heeled sandals on her feet. When she knelt in front of my CD rack, the material of her dress was pulled tight around her bottom so that her delicious bubble butt was apparent. She put on a CD, then rose and turned to me on the couch.
The sexy sounds of Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto came through the speakers as she grabbed her dress at the hem and removed the whole thing in one seamless motion. There were no undergarments. She smiled and stood before me in just her high heeled sandals. Her breasts were fuller than I thought they would be, perfectly shaped with thin, pointy nipples. Her hips flared wonderfully from her high, slim waist. Her mound was plump and smooth with no sign of the lips hidden within.
"Like it? I just had it waxed," she said cupping her pussy and dragging her fingers upward so that her inner lips were forced out into the open. Annie sauntered over and knelt on the floor in front of me, all the while staring hungrily at the bulge in my pants. She waited patiently as I unbuckled my pants and freed my erect penis.
"Wow, you're much bigger than I thought you'd be," she said laughing nervously.
I was used to the comments and the nervous laughter women offered once they'd seen my cock. Some women begin to have second thoughts while others begin to ponder the possibilities. While it's not humongous, it is sizeable. I grabbed it at the base and stood it up as it finished hardening. A string of pre-cum stretched from the bulbous, mushroom head over to my thigh where it had lain.
"So, you've been thinking about my cock, have you?" I asked, holding the muscle so that it pointed at the ceiling instead of curling bow-like into my abdomen.
"This may be the biggest cock I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few" she said scooting forward for a better look. "How big is it?"
I guess it was a compliment, but I didn't want to hear it that way, especially coming from her.
"Well, it's nine inches long, seven inches all the way around, and three inches in diameter," I said with a guilty smile. "Yes, we all measure them."
Annie was obviously one who was pondering the possibilities.
"I'll bet you get no complaints from the lucky women who get to have this," she said wrapping both hands around the shaft so that just the head poked out.
"Actually, some women have second thoughts after they see it fully erect," I explained.
She opened her mouth and enveloped the head with her soft, wet lips, leaving it glistening with her saliva. She gently slid both hands up until her top hand covered the head and then slid them both back down to the base. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and dripped down over her fingers. She licked it up with the tip of her tongue as if it were a melting ice cream cone, and then sucked the head back into her mouth.
As she slid her top hand down the shaft to cover her other hand grasping the base, her lips followed her hand until half my cock was in her mouth. I felt the head of my cock press into the narrowing orifice in the back of her throat and she gagged slightly. Her lips were touching her hands. She waited patiently until her gag reflex subsided then forced the rest of my fuck-stick into her throat. She held it there for about three seconds, and then disengaged slowly, allowing her lips to close as she pulled them up the shaft and off the tip. "How do you convince the ones who have second thoughts?" she asked smearing the pre-cum and saliva she'd left behind up and down the vein covered shaft.
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