Sean: What are you doing?

me: Going to Starbucks in a white t-shirt and no bra.

Sean: Slut. You should get your nipples hard before you go in and let people look at you.

me: Yes sir.

Not sure why I answered it that way- it was a suggestion, not a command. I had thought of doing it even before he said so. I don’t need to be told to be a slut.
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Yesterday I met Jack in a “dark corner”. It was impulsive but I was just hungry for cock and he was around so we met and I climbed on top of him in the third seat of my car, behind the car seats. I think I took him off guard, but I figured it was the best way to get past any awkward silences. He immediately reached for my bra and grabbed my tits hard. He seemed turned on by the remnants of my bruise and bit at it. I felt the pinching of my nipple between his teeth and while I didn’t speak the words, my brain screamed- harder. harder.

My moans were enough to encourage that however and I was somewhat satisfied at his grip and the way he grabbed the other one and pinched it between is thumb and the side of his forefinger. His mouth moved to the other breast and he grabbed it hard, until I stopped him because I can’t risk a bruise on my other breast. I don’t think the “I got drunk and fell against the table” is going to work on just a trip to the book store.

I suspected at such short notice that he didn’t have a condom, so I didn’t even ask. I leaned back and let him suck on my tits for a few short moments before I reached down and grabbed at his cock. He had sent me a picture and said he had been described as “wider than average, but what do I know?”

Holy Goliath, batman. I didn’t even judge it with my hands, but immediately slurped him down into my mouth. I love new cock. The thickness and the size of the head made it look like it lacked length, but a slide down in the seat and I pushed it to the back of my throat and realized cocks are similar to jeans. (Big pockets make the ass look smaller- big head makes the cock look shorter) I loved having my mouth filled like that. I was on all 4’s with my ass in the air as he pulled my skirt up and pushed his fingers into my pussy. God damn I love big hands. His fingers were a little rough on my clit, but it wasn’t long before his hands were up in my hair. I could tell he was resisting the urge to grab me hard, push his cock deep into my throat.

He didn’t have to though. I am NOT a size queen, and he wasn’t enormous- but a nice thick cock is like full sized candybars in your Halloween bucket. I pushed his fat cock into my mouth, tasting him dripping precum into my whoring mouth, listening to him tell me how good it was. Calling me baby. I wondered briefly if he had forgotten my name, but realized that I didn’t care. “Baby I want to fuck you, damn it!”

I stopped and looked up at him for a moment- my hair in disarray and tangled in his fingers, “You’d have to get me off of this cock first.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, telling me ‘his girl doesn’t swallow’.

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” I asked- sliding his cock slowly between tightened lips, it seemed the only encouragement he needed.

“Oh God, yes,” he said, his hands finally grabbing down on my neck and shoulders. Thrusting upwards into my mouth, grinding his cock into my throat and shot a delicious load of cum into my mouth. I swallowed and sucked hard until he shuddered, asking me to stop. I love it when they ask me to stop cause they can’t take it anymore.

“Mmm, wow- you are fantastic,” he said- wiping the sweat from his brow.

I smirked, while licking trace remnants of his cum off of my fingers.

I know.