4 comments/ 51484 views/ 8 favorites Wanting By: brokendarkone There she was, coming to eat with me, as always. I hated it, well, I loved having her next to me but she didn't seem to catch the hint that I wanted her. Her Gothic perfection walked up and sat down next to me. She smiled and began gushing about some pointless Goth boy. I hated him. My goofy emo-self wanted to beat her and make her see that I was the one for her. She would see, I vowed. We were at another club, partying! I love it when I'm with her, until some random Goth guy comes by and steals her away from me. I would pout the whole rest of the night she would hook back up with me to go home, drunk or high. Then she would cuddle up with me and tell me she wished I was Gothic. She'd kiss me, and head off to her house to go to bed. Leaving me wanting her, wanting to be inside her, wanting to be beside her curled up together. I smiled as I walked into school that day, the new me on full display. The girls suddenly stopped, smiled and seemed to want to talk to me as I struggled to get to my locker. Amara walked up to me and began talking like any other day. Just another normal college day, her jaw dropped when I turned around and actually looked at her. "Oh my God! Nathan," she gushed as she grabbed me in a huge hug. I'd secretly been taking lessons from a few people, and getting made over by a few friends. I now stood before her in a long man skirt and a straight jacket long sleeve styled shirt, both in black. I had also gotten up early to do my make up for about the 10th time in my life, whiting out my face, and lining my eyes and black lipstick for that special touch. My shining silver lip ring stood out against the licorice flavored blackness. "You look amazing," she whispered. "Thanks," I said back, "I gotta go to class." I noticed she looked a little disappointed as I headed across campus. She was early to lunch and I smiled. She seemed more excited to be sitting with me. This time she didn't talk about other guys, she simple told me about her day, about what a great time she'd had on Saturday with me. I didn't say anything about how she's simply left me on the middle of the floor. I didn't want her to start questioning herself. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her, not be mad. We were sitting in her room, studying and talking about the day. "I can't believe your new look," she said smiling. "Do you like it," I asked. She nodded, "You look fuck-able" "What," I asked because she'd whispered. "You look fuck-able," she stated. She glanced into my eyes before tipping her head back down to look at Math. I moved my book and then slid hers out of the way. I slowly brought her face up so she looked into my blackened eyes. I tipped my head slowly down and made contact with her blackened lips. I bite back a long low moan, I was so excited. I had her. She would be mine. I would make sure of it. I slid my hand along her throat, and began slowly tightening the grip I had on her. I pulled my face back from her, her eyes were closed, she was panting, partially from her excitement (I could see the flush in her cheeks) and partially from me squeezing her pale neck. I began whispering in her ear, "I remember you telling me you like this? Do you? Are you wet?" She nodded. I clenched my hand tighter, "NO! Say it. I want to hear you say it." I loosened my grip in order for her to speak. "Yes, I'm wet." "I've wanted you for so long and you've just ignored me. I've become what you want in a man and you WILL become what I want in a woman. DO YOU UNDERSTAND," I asked never allowing my voice to get my loud, her roomies just beyond the door but certain words were spoken forcefully. "Yes." "Good. For starters, from now on you will refer to me as Gabriel. And you will now tell me your birth name, and why you go by Amara." "Elizabeth Anne. I go by Amara Darcy because it means unfading dark one." "Your name is almost as beautiful as you. Now, you are my girlfriend. You will see no one else BUT me! Do you understand?" "Yes." "Say my name." "Yes, Gabriel." I had been whispering in her ear the whole time which I knew made her hot. I pressed my pale forehead against hers. I looked into her eyes, "I've wanted you for so long. Just watching you squirm and hearing the need in your voice has made me very hard. I can't imagine what fucking you is going to do to me." She whimpered. "You didn't think I did all this just to hear you call me your boyfriend, did you?" I could see in her eyes that was exactly what she'd thought. I smiled. I forced her to lie back on the bed, "Relax," I told her as she tensed up, "Nothing is going to happen, at least not here it's not. I'm going to assume, that despite what I have heard you have not had sex?" She nodded, clenching her eyes shut. "Why?" "Because, I'd get nervous just before they'd want to take off my clothes," she replied. There was something about the way she hesitated in answering, and then the tone of voice she used to tell me that made me think she was lying. "You're LYING to me. AREN'T you?" "NO!! I grabbed her nipple and pinched it I kept the pressure up until she began to tell me her secret. "I wanted you. I couldn't find it in me to give myself to someone else." I kissed her softly and got up, packed my bag and left before she could stop me. I'm sitting in my room contemplating her revelation, when my parents come in. I still lived at home as this was my home town and it was a lot cheaper. "Nathan we... new look? Interesting. Anyway we have to go on an emergency business trip. Here's some extra money in case you'll need it. If you need more you know where it is," My mom says. Dad smiles and says the typical I'll see you later son. A few moments later my cell phone is ringing. "Gabriel you mad at me?" It's her. God I'm hard. "No, why would you say that?" "You left me." "Did that upset you," I asked. "Yes," she whispered. "My parents are out of town. I want you to come over." I knew she would come she always did. She worried about me with my parents being gone. She drove over and I meet her at the door. "Go upstairs to my room," I commanded after kissing her sweet mouth. I grabbed some stuff from the kitchen and headed up after her. She was sitting quietly on the bed. I stared at her and she started to move, nervous. I smiled, "Relax." I moved some stuff around my room and pulled my table over. I placed the strawberries, whipped cream, bowl of ice and the water on it. She stares at it and bites her lower lip. I have her stand in front of me so I can stripe her naked. She's very nervous as I began touching her, running my hands over her clad body, "I'm going to take your clothes off." I smiled at her and saw how terrified she looked. I wanted her to hang on to that so I didn't try to comfort her but I did kiss her. Sucking her licorice flavored lip into my mouth. I unbuttoned the black top she had on while I kissed her, and then dragged the top slowly off her body allowing my fingers to tease her skin. She tried to cover her black lace clad breast once her top was on the floor. I grabbed her hands just as she was about to reach them. "No, I want to see you," I stated, "and you want me to see you. You've already told me." She nodded shyly and dropped her head using her hair to hide her green eyes. "Look at me." Her head came slowly up. "Take off your skirt." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when I said that but the reached slowly behind herself to do it and when she did I brought my head to her breast. I pulled her breast out of her black bra, exposing her nipple to my eager mouth. I was so fucking hard, and by her sudden intake of air and her fingers grasping my head, I gathered she was nearly as excited as I was. I pulled my head back, "Take off YOUR SKIRT." She whimpered and her hands fluttered down to remove her skirt. I took off her bra, and had her stretch out on the bed. "Now, relax," I commanded her. Picked up a strawberry, took a bite, and then rubbed it over her nipple. I then fed the skin salted fruit to her. Her eyes closed, I remembered strawberries were her favorite. As she nibbled the fruit I nibbled her dusty-rose-colored-strawberry-flavored nipple. She moaned softly. I picked up a second strawberry, and dipped it into the whipped cream, and feed it to her. I took the same strawberry and dipped it back into the whipped cream and dabbed it on her left nipple. I finished the strawberry and then ate the cream off her nipple. "Hold on to the headboard," I whispered. Her arms floated up to the headboard and her long pale fingers wrapped around the spindles. "Don't let go of the spindles." I kissed her softly. I stood up and began taking off my clothes. She watched her eyes growing bigger as each article came off. I thought about leaving the boxers on but say her eyes cloud with disappointment and took them off. I was worried because I know I'm a big man and I didn't want her to get scared. She did. "I don't think it'll fit," she gasped as she wiggled up off the bed, "we can't do this." "No, Amara. We will do this. I became what you wanted and you WILL become what I want. It's only fair," I growled as I pressed her back onto the bed. She whimpered and I saw a single tear slide down her cheek. "Please relax," I whisper, "I promise it won't hurt. I could never hurt you. I've wanted you for so long. Just relax, let me please you." She nodded slowly as I guided her hands back into place. I could feel how tense she was. I took a strawberry and feed it to her, as I whispered calming words. She began to relax again. I slid down her body, running my hands everywhere I could reach I settled beside her so I could see every inch of her skin and still reach my supplies. I reached over and grabbed an ice cube. She gasped and shivered even before I touched her with it. I ran the ice cube along her jaw line, down her neck, between her breast, and over to her right nipple. It puckered from the chill. I then wrapped my lips around her left one. She pressed into me, moaning softly. I pulled back though and then continued to watch the melting ice cube as it drifted down her body I ran the ice cube down to her belly button where I let it swirl around, then drifted it back up to her left nipple. I then let it drift down to her panty line. "I'm going to take these off," I whispered in her ear, "and then I'm going to run my tongue all over your sweet cunt. Would you like that?" She groaned, and then nodded. "Remember, I want you to tell me. Tell me that you want to feel my tongue on your naked pussy." She swallowed, looked directly into my eyes, "I want to feel your tongue on my pussy." I put the remainder of the ice cube in her belly button, "Don't let that fall out." I licked along the top of her boy briefs, and watched her tummy quiver. She gasped softly. I softly reminded her of the ice cube. I wiggled her underwear down over her hips tasting her skin. She whimpered the whole time, her tummy going crazy from her panting. "DON'T loose the ice cube." "Gabriel, I can't hold still." "Okay," I said I slurped the ice cube back into my mouth, "Lift your hips." I pulled her underwear off, and eased her thighs apart. I was pleased to see she shaved as I dipped my head towards her, I tasted her. Her hips came clear up off the bed I slide the ice cube inside her. She pulled away from me. I pulled her back. "Should've kept the ice cube on your belly button," I informed her. She moaned. I began using my tongue in earnest on her sweet cunt. She was getting close to cumming and I couldn't wait to taste her more intensely on my tongue. "Gabriel, please. Help me. I feel like I'm going to explode." "Relax," I smiled. She did and a moment after her body began the rhythmic spasms letting me know I had made her cum. I kissed her softly letting her taste herself on my tongue. "I want you to play with yourself for me. I want to watch you make yourself cum." She blushed, "I don't know how." I took her hands and sat in between her thighs. I showed her how to play with her clit and then sat back to watch her. She explored herself slowly, looking towards me for approval. I would nod when she would do this. I watched her face contort as she neared climax. She panted she whimpered it made me hard. She growled my name as she came. I slid forward and began running my hard cock over her slick center, "Put your hands back on the spindles," I said as I noticed her trying to use her hands to slide away from me. "Nathan, I'm scared." "One, that's not my name, two, relax. I promise I'll be careful and go slow." She still looked worried and I smiled softly at her. I knelt between her parted thighs. I kissed her, played with her breast and used my dick to tease her clit. When she began moving her hips in time with my teasing I took that as my invitation. I began to slide slowly inside her. "Gabriel, please no." "Shhh..." I slide a little farther inside her. She whimpered but I pressed on. Slowly I pressed inside her. Knowing she'd never had sex I moved carefully, enjoying and savoring her virginity like a fine wine. She whimpered and moaned softly in my ear, crying my name. "I want to fuck you so hard right now. But I'm trying to be patient. I can't be patient if you do things like pant my name into my ear." "I'm sorry," she panted. I'd remained still while we were talking about this and when I felt her shift beneath me I began slowly moving inside me. "Gabriel, Please," she groaned. I slowly slipped back and forth in her slick passage. I was fucking her, the girl I had wanted all of my life was beneath me, whispering my name as I fucked her. I was her first. I watched her face, she was in ecstasy and I did that to her. I was making her cum; she was coming on my cock. She called my name as her body started rhythmically squeezing my dick. I continued to fuck her and few strokes later I exploded inside her. We lay in bed coming down from our orgasmic high. I kissed her face softly tasting her lips. I murmured how I loved her as we drifted off to sleep. Wanting This is an edited version of the original. * Have you ever wanted something so bad that your hair hurt and your teeth itched? That's the way I felt about Cindy Shipman. I was completely enamored of the girl. I would have crawled on my bare belly through broken beer bottles from Seattle to San Diego just to hear her piss in a tin cup over the telephone! I tell you, I had it bad. There was, of course, no hope that this union could ever take place. She was the head cheerleader and I was just a math nerd. Every day of my senior year in high school, I longed for just a whiff of her perfume. Anything!! She could piss on me and I would smile. She wasn't about to piss on me. She had never spoken to me. I didn't think she would piss on me if I was on fire. Her crowd was the "pretty people." My crowd was the straight A; we belong to MENSA brain trust. All my friends and I were doing part time college level work after school at the local college, (MIT) and we all had scholarships to highly regarded universities. All of us had tested well into the 'genius' range of braindom. I scored the highest score in the eastern region four years in a row. But when it came to Cindy, I was dumber than a post. My goal was theoretical physics and I had already surpassed my instructors' ability to teach me anything, hence the college courses. I had offers to enroll in college, but I just couldn't leave Cindy. I was told that every genius has a real stupid spot and Cindy was mine. Just after Halloween, I was walking up the hall to math class when I heard the voice of an angel calling my name. I kept walking. I wasn't given to hallucinations, but on the other hand, it all starts somewhere. "Chester, oh Chester." Hmmm. Maybe it wasn't an hallucination after all. I slowly turned and there she was! The girl of my dreams was calling my name and walking toward me. My first instinct was to run like hell. I froze on the spot. I didn't know what to do. She walked right up to me. I had never been this close to her before. I thought I was going to faint. "Hey Chester," she smiled. It took a little while to convince my mouth to work but I finally managed to croak, "Hey Cindy." "You're pretty much of a whiz at math aren't you?" "Well, yeah, I suppose," I murmured. "Well, I'm doing really badly in math class and I thought I would ask you to help me." I could barely breathe as I wheezed, "I would really like that." "Oh good," she cried, "meet me after school and we'll walk over to your place together." She wiggled her superior little ass and sped off down the hall. I elected not to tell my friends about this encounter because I didn't want to be called a liar. I decided that this would be just between Cindy and me. Besides, there were some awfully large guys that hung out with her and I didn't want any of them mad at me. The day dragged along with a speed that makes turtles look supersonic. Finally the last bell rang and I headed out into the street to wait for her. She was already there. Gulp! "Come on, let's go," she said. She walked unashamedly beside me all the way home. I couldn't believe it. When we got home, my parents were gone. There was a note that said, "Emergency trip to California. See you in two weeks. We'll call tonight." This wasn't unusual. They were both nuclear engineers and were often called away to fix something. "Parents are gone," I told Cindy. "If you want I'll just walk you home." "Don't be silly. I came here to get help and I expect that's what I'll get," she replied. "Where can we work?" "We could go to my lab," I answered. "Lab? You've got a lab?" "Yeah. I don't let hardly anybody down there, but for you I'll make an exception." "Lead on," she replied. I went down the basement steps to my lab. I had experiments in various stages running everywhere. On one wall was a large blackboard that covered almost the entire wall. The formulas I had been working on covered it completely. Cindy stared at the blackboard. "Did you do that?" she asked with a touch of awe in her voice. "Yeah," I shyly answered. "What does it mean?" "I'm looking for Hawking radiation." "On a blackboard?" "Well it's all math and all theory." "Wow," she said reverently. "What is Hawking radiation?" "In a nutshell, it is theoretically, the only known emission from a black hole. Let's see about that math problem. What class are you in?" "Trigonometry and it baffles me completely. I'm hoping you can give me at least some small inkling about what it is." "Okay, break out your book and your assignment and I'll see what I can do." I spent a full, intoxicating hour with her. She was warm and friendly. She giggled a lot., but she wasn't stupid. She rapidly picked up on some of the simpler concepts and I felt we were making real progress. All too soon, she said, "Well I have to go home before my parents start to worry. Can we do it again tomorrow?" "I have to be at MIT tomorrow," I sadly replied, "and I won't be back until seven." "Okay. Can I come over at seven?" My heart almost stopped. "Yes, of course. Won't your parents object?" I gulped. "Not if I tell them I'll be with you. They know you from the newspapers and the school paper. I don't expect any problems with them. After all, it's just math study, isn't it?" "Yeah, study," I mumbled. "I'll walk you home." "You don't have to. I'm sure I'll be alright." "No, I want to, really. Come on, let's go." She lived two blocks from my house. I never knew she was that close. When we got to her place she said, "Come on in. I think daddy's home. I want you to meet him." Suddenly I was sweating again. I hadn't counted on meeting her folks. "Daddy where are you?" she called. "We're in the rec room," he replied. She led me down the hall into the rec room. Her father stood up as soon as he saw me. He was massive at 6' 7" and about 235. He didn't appear to have any body fat. He stuck out a huge hand, "You must be Chester. We have read a lot about you and our daughter has told us about you too." A much smaller woman was standing behind him almost hidden. "This is my wife." She stuck out a much smaller paw and I shook it. It was surprising, in a way, that he hadn't tried to crush my hand. I guess he was just so big and strong that he didn't need to demonstrate it. "I understand that you will be helping Cindy with her math. If there is anything we can do to help you, just let me know." "Come on in the dinette," said Cindy. "I'll get us something to drink." What a relief! I had met her parents and I didn't even faint. "Daddy will do anything I want," declared Cindy. "He loves me. Mama can be a little sticky sometimes, but she loves me too. I have great parents!" "Yeah, I like them," I said. "That's good, because you'll be seeing a lot of them in the next few weeks." "Why is that?" I puzzled. "It'll take me at least that long to get this math thing down. Besides, I kind of like you. You're not like any of the other boys I know. They are always trying to kiss me and feel me up. I won't let 'em." Her frankness startled me but I could easily embrace her honesty. She liked me! That was a long way from where I wanted to go but at least I wasn't a total reject. For the first time, I thought of myself as a sexual being. She set the soda down in front of me and then sat next to me at the dinette table. "You are very shy, aren't you?" she asked. "I don't get a chance to talk to anyone, especially girls very much. I don't know what to say when I do talk to them. I like talking to you though. Also, I don't have much time for people. I'm wrapped around my studies and my experiments." "Don't you have a girlfriend?" "No. I never thought that any of the girls I've seen around school would be interested in me. After all, I am kind of a nerd. You're the only really pretty girl I've ever talked to." "I don't think you're a nerd. I think you are just very smart and kind of reclusive. Do you mean you've never been out on a date?" "Yeah, I never have. In fact, except for mom, you're the only girl I have talked to for more than a minute or two." "Would you like to go out? With me, I mean?" I knew I was going too have a massive heart attack. Was this another of my fantasies? Was it real? I honestly didn't know. "Whhhaaaattt?" I stammered. "Would you like to go out with me?" she repeated. "The entire northern hemisphere would like to go out with you," I mumbled in shock. "Yes, yes, of course I would like to go out with you!" I knew I had come to one of those life changing moments. I didn't know how much it would change me, but I was fully aware that it would. "Great! Where do you want to go?" she giggled. "We could go to the movies and then to dinner. Or we could go to dinner and then I could show you my lab at MIT. Your choice," I replied. Much to my surprise she said, "Let's go to your lab. I wanna see a mad scientist at work!" All my dreams were coming true. I floated home on a cloud of Cindy vapor. The date was set for Saturday. I couldn't wait. The further we got into the week, the more nervous I became. My buddies noticed the change but they didn't say anything. That's life with MENSA. Finally, Saturday plodded into being. I spent an hour in the shower. I wanted every pore on my body to be completely scrubbed. I put on my suit and tie and went to pick her up. I rented a car and driver for the occasion. When I walked up to her door and rang the bell, her mother opened it and said, "Come in for a while. Cindy isn't quite ready yet." I walked into the rec room and was greeted by her father. "Hi Chester," he grinned. "Taking my little girl out, huh?" "Yes sir. I am just so lucky." "She likes you son, take good care of her. Do you need any money?" "No sir. I always have money of my own. I just never had any reason to spend it until now!" Cindy walked into the rec room. Her father looked at her. I looked at her "Wow," we said in unison. She was even more beautiful than she was at school. She was wearing a grey and white ensemble that showed off her majestic curves. She was a goddess. "Let's don't just stand there staring at me. Let's go." She said. Her father winked at me as I escorted her out of the door and down to the waiting car. The driver opened the door for us and we clambered inside. "This must have cost you a fortune!" she declared. "Money means nothing. People are what counts. I would spend it all on a girl like you." She scooted over next to me and kissed my cheek. My body went numb. No female, aside for my mother, had ever kissed me. She put my arm around her shoulders, snuggled up next to me and said, "There, that's better, isn't it?" I couldn't breathe. This was the stuff dreams were made of. The chief nerd and the head cheerleader, who'd a thunk it? The driver headed for DeMarco's, the restaurant where I had made reservations. "Be back in an hour and a half," I instructed the driver. We walked into the restaurant. It was crowded. I walked up to the entry clerk and said, "Reservations for Walker." She summoned a waitress. "Right this way sir," she said and led us to a table in a little alcove. It was dark and quiet. "Chester, you fox! I thought you had never been on a date before," Cindy grinned. "I haven't. I've only read about how to treat a lady. I have never actually treated one before." She giggled, "You are a quick study. I'll have to be careful around you." "Oh, Cindy, I would never do anything sneaky or mean. You are my ideal woman. I could never hurt you or embarrass you." A waitress arrived with the menus. "Something to drink?" she inquired. "I don't drink alcohol," I told Cindy, "If you want something, go ahead." "Trying to get me liquored up huh?" she joked, "I don't drink either." "Do you have a non alcoholic drink menu?" I asked the waitress. "Of course sir," she answered and hurried off. She was back in less than a minute with the menus. "I'll be right back," she said and steamed away. "Oh Chester, everything is so expensive here. Why don't we just go get a hamburger?" "On a first date? You've got to be kidding. Don't worry about money tonight. Just relax and have a good time. Do you see anything you want for dinner?" She perused the menu and then said, "Why don't you order for me, please?" The waitress reappeared. I ordered the drinks and she sped off to retrieve them. When she returned, I ordered the Chateau Briand for two. We enjoyed a sumptuous meal, spent some time talking and getting to know each other. I couldn't believe how easy she was to talk to. We had another drink and then it was time to go. Outside, our driver was just arriving, right on time. We boarded the car and I said to the driver, "MIT, please." It was getting dark when we arrived. I had planned on a brief tour of my department and then take her home. "This is my lab," I explained. "It looks almost like the one in your basement, only bigger. Do you really understand all this stuff?" "Nobody really understands all of it. That's why we are engaged in theoretical research. You do have to understand the basic concepts and the math, but after that, it's a big wide open universe." "How far along are you?" she asked again. "I'll get my bachelor's degree the year after I graduate high school, then its grad school and finally a PhD." "Why didn't you just graduate early from high school and go to college full time?" "There was someone I just had to cling to in high school for as long as possible." She dropped her head and said sadly, "Who would that be?" I looked into the eyes I loved and whispered, "You. It was always you. I couldn't bear to be away from you. I knew it was impossible, but I just wanted to be where you are." "Oh my god," she squeaked, "I can't believe it. I have always wanted to meet you and find out what you're really like. I had no idea that you were in love with me." "Well, facts are facts," I said. "I can't escape these feelings and, now that I've met you, I can't escape from you. Even if we never get together, I'll probably always love you." "I don't know if what I feel for you is love or not," she responded, "but I know that I have come to respect you. I think you are the most intelligent person I've ever met. It would be easy to be in love with you." She stood on her tip toes and kissed me full on the lips. My knees wobbled and I had to hold on to the desk to keep from falling down. This was an entirely new experience for me. Theory and practice slammed together in one single cataclysmic event. It was magical. I took her into my arms and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around me a hugged me. For a moment, the universe stopped. I had reached a whole new plane of understanding that had nothing to do with academics. "What now?" I groaned. "Do you want to be my steady boyfriend?" she asked with a glimmer in her eyes. "Well, sure. But what about all those guys that are hanging around you? What will your cheerleader friends think?" "I don't care what the others say and I'll tell the boys that if they mess with you, they'll get to talk to daddy." "So, do you want a ring or a necklace or a condo?" I asked. She laughed and said, "No all I want is you." I could live with that. Wanting "I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it," I said, when I got home from the café where I work. "I need it bad." I said out loud, talking to myself as I light up my pot pipe—one of the first things I do when I get home. Getting high gets me even hotter and I felt that itch in my pussy that drives me crazy. I have all the toys I need to get off but I wanted more. I wanted a big cock to satisfy my insatiable lust, my absolute love for a good hard fuck. I have a great body and I love wearing sexy clothes that get guys to look at my ass and tits. I pretend I don't notice as I walk around the small café, serving coffee and whatever, I'm a real cock-tease and I love it. Anyway, it's a casual place so I don't wear a uniform but can wear whatever I want under a small apron with Bird Cage printed on it—that's the name of the place. It's kind of a funky, hippy café—all kinds of espressos, lattes and pastries, soups and sandwiches—you know what I mean. I usually wear tight faded jeans that really strain against my round ass or a short denim skirt that's high on my thighs and really show off my long legs. Though they're not the best shoes to work in, I have these cowboy boots that come up to just below my knees that I wear sometimes with that skirt 'cause I know how sexy it makes me look, but mostly I wear sandals. I love looking sexy—you know--tight tank tops, or t-shirts and I never wear a bra. I don't need one. My tits are a good handful and pretty perky. They move a little when I walk and my nipples show, what the fuck-- I don't give a damn. I like how free and comfortable I feel—plus it gives guys a good eyeful and that really turns me on. I love power. I like giving guys a hard on when they look at me. The truth is--- not only is it fun---it helps with the tips, too. I get hit on a lot and if a guy looks hot, I let him know I'm interested. I get a lot of one night stands that way—which I like. I'm not interested in a relationship, I just want a good hot fuck—no strings, no complications—just raw dirty fucking. I've had a few relationships—one for two months, but if the guy can't keep up with me, I start getting bored, cheat and gradually, ease myself out. Anyway, like I said, if I'm interested in someone and something seems to be clicking, I usually slip him my address and cell phone number and write-- Call me! I don't play games with guys. I'm very direct and let them know what's happening. At the same time, like I said, I'm a real cock-tease-- always in control. I like to tease, get a guy where I want him, but then I really like to be taken, dominated, used like a slut. I like wild rough fucking and cock teasing 'cause it usually turns guys into savage sex crazed animals and I get what I want—that's how I'm in control. By the way, I'm twenty-eight. I went to art school and have a little studio in my apartment where I paint and make collages. I've had one show already. I'm pretty serious about my art. Anyway, here I am horny as hell and I have to do something about it. I take another hit from my pipe and suddenly remember this new baker at the café. I could tell he was interested in me—you know that look-- and for sure there was something happening between us. The thing is he's kind of quiet and laid back—an older guy—probably in his fifties, long shaggy hair, a beard speckled with grey and these deep blue eyes that look like they're seeing through you. To tell the truth I have a thing about older guys. They're more experienced and last longer. Anyway, the more I thought about this guy Peter, the hotter I got. Like I said, I like the way he looks at me when I go in the back to get something. He always stops what he's doing and looks me up and down then turns away like he doesn't want me to know he's checking me out. Still, there was something in his little smile and those blue eyes—the way our eyes meet that intrigues me—it's like he knows me. I always know when a guy wants me, but there was something different about him—something that turned me on. It's hard to explain, but the few times we talked, I couldn't stop looking at his blue eyes and feeling there is something mysterious about him. Anyway, I start thinking how can I get him to come over so I can fuck him—you know, make him think I need his help with something but really what I want is him in my bed pounding me 'til I'm screaming my head off—you know, another conquest. So I call the café and ask Jack, the manager to get Peter to the phone. I wait a few minutes feeling the pot do its thing and try to think of what I'm going to say to get him to come over. When he picks up the phone, I say, "Hey, Pete, it's me, Annie. Sorry to bother you but I need your advice on a painting I'm working on and I know you know a lot about art so I was wondering if you could come over and tell me what you think, you know, give me some advice." I kind of ramble on when I get high. "I'd really appreciate it," I added. When he said he'd be over in a half hour—he was just finishing up, I said, "Cool! See you soon." He knew where I lived because he lived right down the street. When we hung up, I picked up my pipe and took another big hit. I went into my studio and looked at the painting I was working on and knew I'd come up with some question to ask him. I decided to change my clothes and put on my tightest jeans. They were faded and had had a hole in the knee and one just below my back pocket. I put one of those white men's cotton undershirts on with straps and my arms show. It's too small for me and clings to my body. My nipples are poking through and it can barely contain my tits. I put my hair in pig-tails so that I'd look a lot younger and kind of innocent—I had a feeling he would go for that. I'm young looking anyway so now I looked like I was eighteen or something. I was bare footed—I never wear shoes in my apartment and was setting the stage for how I would get Peter to fuck me. I looked pretty hot. When the buzzer went off, I opened the door and saw Peter glance at my body before speaking. "Hi, Annie," he said glancing at my tits real quick then back at my eyes. I like how guys try to act like they're not conscious of your tits. "Yeah, hi! Thanks for coming over. I really need your advice. I'm working on this painting and I'm really stuck." I waved him in and walked in front of him so that he could see my ass—one of my best features. I love my ass—not too big but really round and tight. I like when guys look at my ass. "Can I get you something to drink," I ask..."juice, water, beer, Jack Daniels," I added. "Water's fine," he answered. Again, I saw him look at my tits. When he looked back at my eyes, I smiled, letting him know I knew where he was looking. We walked into my little kitchen. I reached up for a glass, knowing he was still looking at my ass. I opened the refrigerator and took out a gallon jug of spring water, poured both of us a glass and handed him his water. I held up my glass to his and we clicked glasses. "Cheers!" I said, smiling at him. I took a sip then put my glass down. While he drank, I leaned back against the counter, my legs spread apart and looked at him. I could feel my tight jeans cutting into my pussy making my crotch look really sexy. My shirt stretched against my tits as I leaned back, my nipples sticking out. I was so stoned and horny. I wanted him to see my pussy pressed against my jeans and take me right there. The way he looked at me, I knew he was getting turned on. I looked down at his crotch and could see a bulge in his jeans. "Fuck, this is so hot," I said to myself as we looked at each other. "Man, do I want this guy." I uttered under my breath, feeling my pussy tingling. "I never saw you in pig tails," he said. "Yeah, I don't usually wear pig tails, but once in awhile I like it. It kind of makes me feel like a teenager—an innocent teenager, "I said, smiling. I wrapped one of the pig tails around my finger when I said that, looking seductively into his eyes. He nodded and had that slight, kind of sexy, mysterious smile on his face, as he looked at me. "Ah little miss innocent teenager," he repeated watching me twirl the pigtail around my finger. "I really appreciate you coming over to help me." I said. "I'm kind of stuck and need your advice." As he took another sip of water, he glanced down at my crotch and my tits and then at my eyes. He saw me glance at his crotch and the way we looked at each other it was clear we both wanted something to happen. I felt my pussy tingle, getting really wet as we looked at each other. I was so damn horny. "So, show me your painting," he said. "Okay, it's in my studio. Follow me," I said and motioned for him to follow me. My apartment is very small so my studio was right next to the kitchen and right across from my bedroom. When we walked into the studio, piles of canvasses were leaning against the wall and several were hanging up s along with a dozen or so collages. "Hey, you're good," he said as he glanced around the room. "I like these. I like how you use color." He walked around the room looking at everything. "You paint with a lot of energy. Very passionate," he said, not facing me, his eyes on each painting. Then he turned to me, "You're very powerful," he said, looking into my eyes." "Thanks," I said. "Yeah, a lot of who I am comes out in my paintings." I watched him walk closer to the paintings. I liked how he walked, gracefully, slowly. He was just a little taller than me and I could see he was in good shape—a nice butt and his t-shirt fit him perfectly. He moved his hand through his long hair and then tugged on his beard as he walked around the small room, nodding as he looked at each painting. While he looked, I was thinking about my next move—how was I going to get him in my bed. I went over and stood close to him while he looked at a one of my most erotic paintings. It was kind of abstract but it was clear that there were tits and cocks and asses in there with bright red and yellow streaks of color swirling energetically all over. It was a big painting—took me over a month to do. "Peter, do you want to get stoned with me," I said, looking up at him. "Sure," he answered. "Yeah, I would." I got my stash and put some in my pipe and handed it to him with my lighter. He took a hit and then handed it back to me and I took another hit. I was already stoned—now I was going to la-la land. "Over here is the painting I want to show you," I said. I handed him back the pipe and we went over to the painting on the easel. He took another deep hit, held his breath, coughed a little and handed me back the pipe. He looked at the painting on the easel and said, "Hmmmm. Interesting." It was a painting of a dark alley with a lot of shadows, but you could see two people fucking against the wall in the corner. "Okay, Annie, what's your question with this painting?" "I was wondering if it was too dark, should I lighten it up. What do you think?" "I like it the way it is," he said. "How about those two fucking in the corner?" I asked. "Is it too hidden?" "No, I like it," he said taking another hit from the pipe and handing it back to me. I was so horny now. I couldn't stand it so I decided to be really honest with him. "Peter, I need to tell you something." I looked up at him. Our eyes met. "I didn't call you to ask questions about my painting. I called 'cause I want to fuck you." "I know," he answered. "What do you mean you know?" I was stunned by his response. "It was just a matter of time," he said. "I see how you operate." "You do, do you?" I paused, feeling my temper rise. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?" "You're a cock tease." He turned and faced me, looking into my eyes. "You like showing off your tits, and your ass. Like now—playing little miss innocent with those pig tails and your tits hanging out like that." I smiled at him, looking at his eyes, nodding. "You're right. I am a cock tease and a horny one tonight. And I see how you look at me at the café with those blue eyes thinking you'd like to fuck me." He nodded, looking into my eyes, smiling. "You think you're hot stuff, don't you Annie. You think you can get any guy you want to fuck you and then give him the door." "So what's wrong with that—no strings, no games. Just getting what I want. It's a real turn on for me to get some hot stud in bed and fuck all night. Like you, Peter. You want to fuck me, don't you?" Suddenly, Peter surprised me and stepped close to me, grabbed my pussy, holding it in the palm of his hand and moved his mouth just above mine like he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. "I'm going to do more than fuck you, Annie." I was surprised when he grabbed my pussy like that, but I was cool and quickly grabbed his balls squeezing them in the palm of my hand, looking into his eyes. "So what are you going to do to me—Mr. Tough guy." "You'll found out," he answered, gripping my pussy harder, moving his hand back and forth, getting me hotter. "Just wait." When he did that, I took my hands off of his crotch and moved my hand up along his bulging cock pressed against his jeans. "Mmmmmmmm , you like this, don't you, baby, I can tell," I said, moving my hand up and down his hard cock. "This pussy in mine," he said, as I gripped his cock. Our mouths were inches apart, our eyes locked on each others eyes. He pressed his hand harder against my cunt, moving it back and forth. "I own your pussy." "Oh yeah, is that what you think?" I said, grabbing his cock harder through his jeans. "I know so," he said as he took his middle finger and pressed the seam of my jeans into my pussy. "Be careful, mister," I said. I got my fingers on his zipper, unzipped his jeans and saw he wasn't wearing underwear. I grabbed his cock, pulling it out, loving how hard and big it was. "You don't know who you're messing around with, Mister." "Yes I do," he said. "You are going to be my slave, baby." "You think so?" "I know so. I will own your pussy." He gripped it harder. "Fuck you!" I said, grabbing his cock harder. "No one will ever own me." "Don't bet on it," he said then suddenly grabbed my arms and pushed me hard against the wall in the corner, his cock grinding into my pussy. I was stunned at first but then I grabbed his ass and pulled him harder against me. I was so fucking hot but I wanted to show him who was boss. He was grinding his hard cock into my pussy as I gripped his ass, grinding back. We looked into each others eyes. "You've met your match, Annie," he said. "We'll see about that," I answered, pulling him harder against me, grinding against his hard pole. Man. I was so fucking hot and wanted his cock so bad, but I was determined to take charge and show him I had him wrapped around my little finger—he would never own me. Suddenly I got my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away. I looked at his big hard cock hanging out of his unzipped jeans and gasped at the size of it. I started to dash past him to run into the other room, to get him to chase me, but he quickly grabbed my arm, turned me around, facing the wall, and pushed me hard. I loved how rough he was when he gripped my arms and slammed me against the wall. We were still in the corner and it reminded me of my painting. He ground his hard cock into my ass, my tits pressed against the wall. He reached around and got his hand on my cunt again, his finger pressing the seam into my wet pussy. "Hey! Fucker!" I yelled, loving his finger on my pussy. I wiggled my ass against his cock "Shut up, slut!" he said, pressing his cock harder against my ass, his finger pressing my jeans deeper into my pussy. Peter knew what he was doing. I had to have his cock. "You like my ass don't you, Peter. You want to get your big cock in me, don't you? You want to fuck me? You think you can own my cunt and make me your little slave, don't you?" I turned my head, looking him in the eyes, smiling. "Don't you?" He didn't answer but somehow slipped his hand inside the front of my tight jeans and squeezed his way to my pussy. My tight jeans pressed his hand harder against my pussy. "OH FUCK!" I yelled as he got his middle finger deep into my wet pussy, finger fucking me, his hand rubbing against my clit. I knew I was going to lose it as a huge orgasm swept over me. "OHHHHHHHHHH FUCK I' M CUMMMING!" I screamed. "OH BABY! DO THAT!" I yelled as another orgasm rolled through me and I came hard all over his hand. 'OHHHHHHHHHHH! THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT!" But I wasn't done with him. I wanted more. I wanted his cock. I was desperate to get fucked hard and I wasn't going to hide it. "I WANT YOUR FUCKING COCK!" I yelled, turning my head to face him. "You do, do you?" he growled in my ear, as he took his cum covered finger and hand from my pussy and immediately pulled my tits out of my shirt, smearing my hot cum all over them, moving his hands roughly and continued grinding his hard cock against my ass. "You want my cock, do you?" he growled again. "YES! FUCK ME NOW YOU BASTARD!" I shouted as he humped my ass. "I KNOW YOU WANT IT, DON'T YOU? YOU WANT TO RAM THAT HARD COCK IN MY CUNT—DON'T YOU?" Suddenly I pushed my ass hard against him, bucking him off of me and squirmed out of his grip on my tits and ran across the hall to my bedroom. "IF YOU WANT ME,CATCH ME!" I shouted, laughing as I ran and jumped on my bed. I went to the head board, standing on the bed and turned to face him coming after me. I leaned against the head board, my back against the wall, my legs apart, the outline of my pussy pressed against my tight jeans. "You're asking for trouble, Annie," he said, moving towards me on the bed. I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly moved the zipper down, looking into his eyes, teasing him as I slowly lowered the zipper. I grabbed the waist band and slowly lowered my jeans and stopped just above my pussy. I then placed my hand inside my jeans and started rubbing my pussy, moaning as I played with myself. I smiled at him, licking my lips with my tongue. He moved closer, his eyes on my hand rubbing my pussy. "You want this pussy, don't you, Peter?" I closed my eyes, moaning as I rubbed my pussy harder, my legs wider apart. I was really getting into this scene, looking at his hungry eyes as I stood above him. I then took my finger out of my pussy and moved it in and out of my mouth, licking and sucking my finger. "Mmmmmmmmmm" I moaned as sucked my finger. I smiled at him, "Come and get me, if you think you can?" "You think you're something," he said, crawling a little closer, our eyes locked on each other. "Yeah, I think I'm something and you want this cunt, don't you?" I said, moving my hand back to my pussy just inside my tight jeans. "You want this juicy cunt, don't you!" I was feeling really raunchy. Suddenly, he lunged forward, grabbed my ankles and pulled me down hard onto the bed, He spread my legs apart, got up on his knees and pounced on me, his hard cock grinding into my jean covered pussy as he held my arms over my head. Our eyes looked fiercely into each others eyes. "DAMN IT, PETER, FUCK ME! I CAN'T STAND THIS!" I shouted, lifting my hips off the bed to get to his cock. My pussy was on fire. He grabbed my jeans and pulled them off and I helped. I squirmed out of my soaked thong while he pulled off his jeans and t-shirt. He spread my legs apart, took his cock and started moving the tip up and down my pussy lips, looking into my eyes. "NO! YOU BASTARD! DON'T TEASE ME DAMN IT! GIVE IT TO ME. FUCK ME!" I screamed as he played with me. "I OWN YOUR PUSSY," he said as he moved his cock up and down my cunt. "YOUR PUSSY IS MINE, ANNIE!" "NO!" I yelled. "NO ONE OWNS ME! NO ONE!" I started to squirm away from him, moving on my elbows back up the bed. I tried kicking him away, lifting my feet to his chest He grabbed my legs as I kicked and pulled me back under him, opened my legs, reared back and thrust his cock deep into my pussy, pounding me into the bed.No one has ever fucked me harder. Wanting YEAH! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!" I screamed. "YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME!" My orgasm was coming, rising through me. I wanted to cum so bad. I was on the verge of exploding when he suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out. "DON'T STOP!" I yelled, lifting my hips, wanting his cock to make me cum. "DON'T STOP YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME, GOD DAMN IT!" "I OWN YOU, he said again, holding his cock above my dripping cunt. "YOU'RE MINE!!" No man had ever treated me like this. No man ever even came close to possessing me. I was always in control but something was happening. Peter was getting to me like no man ever did. I was losing it and needed him to fuck me, possess me, make me cum. I didn't care anymore. I was giving my self to a man. "I OWN YOU!" he yelled again, pressing his cock harder against my pussy, moving it up and down, almost slapping me with his cock. "YES! I'M YOURS. I'M YOURS PETER!" I shouted at him, hearing words I never thought I'd say to a man. "YOU'RE MY SLAVE! He yelled. "TELL ME YOU'RE MY SLAVE!" "I AM! YES! I'M YOUR SLAVE!" He then thrust his cock hard into my cunt, pulled out and slammed it in harder. I gasped at his power as he filled my pussy. "FUCK ME!" I screamed. And then he surprised me. He didn't pull out after a hard thrust but stopped, his big cock deep in my pussy. He was still at first then slowly started moving in a small screwing motion. I could not believe what he was doing to me. "Oh baby that feels so good," I whispered in his ear as he kept his cock deep in my pussy driving me insane, as he moved slowly-- his cock filling me as it pressed against my cervix and rubbing my clit at the same time. I moved with him like we were slow dancing, both of us on the verge of exploding as we screwed each other. His mouth was just above my mouth, our eyes looking deeply in each others eyes, loving the intense pleasure we were giving each other as we screwed. "Oh baby this is so fucking hot," I managed to gasp and moan, "mmmmmmmmmmm. "You love this cock, don't you?" he whispered, his mouth just above mine. "Yes." "You like how my cock fills your tight little pussy," he growled. "Yeah and you like fucking me." "You're my slut, aren't you? Tell me you're my slut! Tell me!" He was screwing me harder, moving in a larger swirl, rubbing harder and harder against my clit. I thought I was going to explode. I closed my eyes, the intense sensation of his cock driving me crazy. No man ever fucked me like this. I was delirious. "TELL ME!" he said, moving harder and faster. My head was thrashing from side to side as he screwed me harder and harder. "YES! OH YES! I'M YOUR SLUT! I'M YOUR WHORE!. JUST FUCK ME!" I screamed. OHHHHHHH BABY I LOVE YOUR COCK!" "FUCK ME, SLUT!" he yelled. GIVE ME YOUR PUSSY!" I lifted my hips, my orgasm sweeping over me. OF FUCK! I'M CUMMMMMMING!" My screaming seemed to push him over the edge and he suddenly pulled out and rammed me back to the bed, his cock going deep and hard. Another big orgasm swept over me. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PETER! FUCK ME! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYGOD!" I screamed louder than ever, my cum pouring out of me as I convulsed in the most intense orgasm I've ever had. "DON'T STOP!' KEEP FUCKING ME!" I screamed. KEEP FUCKING ME!" I was insatiable. He kept thrusting, harder and faster. Wave after wave swept over me—each thrust filling me with his swollen cock. I knew he was going to cum by how much faster he was thrusting and how loud he was grunting with each hard thrust. Just as another huge orgasm swept over me, he screamed, OH BABY! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" he yelled as he rammed his cock deep into my pussy. We were both screaming as loud as we could and suddenly, the forceful gushing of his hot cum filled my pussy, bringing another huge wave of orgasms over me, our ecstatic screaming filling my room. Peter collapsed on me. I was dizzy and thought I would black out. We were both gasping and panting. As I lay there I said to myself. "Wow, what a fuck! No man ever did that to me." Neither of us could budge. "Hey, that was pretty amazing, mister," I said. "You're quite a woman," he said, looking into my eyes. "You're quite a guy," I said, smiling up at him. "Annie, all that about owning you and you're my slave, I don't mean it like it sounds." He looked at me with those deep blue eyes that captivated me. "I would never want to own you. I love your free spirit. I love the passion I saw in your paintings." I was silent as he spoke, just looking up at his eyes, hearing his caring for me. Suddenly I felt a feeling wash over me that I had never felt before. I wanted to be owned and possessed. I wanted Peter to own me. I felt like I was his, if he wanted me. I knew he would never keep me from being me. "If you want to be a cock tease, that's okay. You need to be you," he continued. Suddenly I heard myself say words I never say to a man. I reached for his cheek with my hands. "I think I love you." He smiled. "I just want you to know--even if I say I own you when we fuck-- I would never want to own you." "I want you to know something, too," I said, smiling at him. "What?" he asked. "The only man I want to be a cock tease for---is you." "Is that so," he laughed. We fucked again that night and almost every night since.