Andrew

Zooming to the Present

Let’s leave the past behind for a while as this just happened two days ago. I may not have mentioned Andrew before because he is my latest endeavor. And while writing down all my sexcapades since the day I lost my virginity, I realized how many they were that it will take a lot more posts to go to the present time. But last Thursday was one of the saddest and yet most gratifying experience I had and I can’t wait to write about it.

Andrew is one of those corporate executives who seemed quiet and reserved. But this reserved guy is so discreet that nobody knows about our affair. And our colleagues and his wife won’t even suspect. We had a lot of moments together, mostly short but all of them gratifying in its own. Let’s just say he is one of the most creative and experimental sex machines I have ever fucked.

All was going so well until two days ago. A corporate clash between companies forced him to resign from his job. What can I say, but this man’s ego is as big as his cock. And that’s a cock that I do not like to let go.

So he called me at my desk and said he wanted to tell me something. I agreed to meet at the vacant floor, which was being renovated, thus nobody was there or even dared to go there. At the dead of the hour where everybody was so busy with their desk works, I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I fixed my hair a bit, retouched my make up and showered myself with the perfume Andrew always drools over. And I hurriedly went unseen to that vacant floor.

As the elevator opened, I saw darkness and a spark of light by the corner. There he was, standing with a towering height, a body made to bring you to bed and weaken your knees to kneel to. Well I always see myself kneeling in front of him removing his zippers and letting his cock out for my lips to kiss and suck. But he has a sad smile that day which made me burst my kinky bubble cloud and think about what he was about to say.

He grabbed my hand gently and led me behind a wall away from the elevator. I wanted to kiss him but he had a serious look that made my playfulness freeze. He let me sit by a chair which looked like it was prepared to be there next to another one by a table with nothing on it. He suddenly dropped the bomb that he will quit his job this week and I was the first one he wanted to talk to about it. I was shocked but I kept my poise thinking of nothing but to grab his neck and kiss his red juicy lips. But I sat still and listened.

As it seems that nothing can stop him from going, he finally sat next to me and told me of his future plans. Sadly, nothing was about me and us seeing again. It was like he was breaking up with me as well. Maybe he thought that I would cry or beg him to stay or whatever, but I just listened and agreed to his decision. As he sensed no hesitation on my part, he whispered that he needs to tell me something more important.

He grabbed my chair and pulled it towards him, in between his legs. My hand was on the seat so as he pulled me close to him I brushed over his pants and felt his cock already hard. In a split second he raised my chin and kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed back, rubbing my hand to his hardened cock. His soft lips were so wet and sweet but as he sucked my lower lip, I suddenly felt him stop. So I opened my eyes and there I saw his teary eyes looking straight at me searching for my soul.

Without a word, he stood up, pulled me, and placed his hands on my hips. I kissed him again as we were standing, pressing my hips to him, letting me feel his dick to my pussy. But again he let go of my kiss and looked at me straight to the eyes. I knew he was sad and waiting for me to say something. But all I wanted was for him to forget everything and think of just this moment. He knew what I wanted and we wanted it both. So silently, he raised me and carried me on top of the table. I knew it was a bit strange in a floor being renovated to have a table so clean and dustless.

He opened my legs and stood in between them as he kissed me again, but this time in a torrid hungry notion. He raised my skirt to expose my g string and automatically slid his finger in my pussy. I moaned as he was working his way inside, roaming around, rubbing me. He placed two fingers in as I unzipped his trousers and slid my hand inside his pants. I was moaning to his ear which made him more hungry. He couldn’t take it anymore so he removed his belt and unbuttoned his shirt. In a few seconds he was able to remove his top as well as mine, and grabbed my nipples with his lips. He licked my hard nipples as he was fucking me with his fingers. I was giving him a hand job as I felt his hips moving to and fro. I knew he wants to enter me quick so I pulled his cock towards my pussy and opened my legs real wide. He let go of my boobs and rammed his huge hard cock in me. I lay on the table as he was fucking me real hard. Oh bitch you know I want you real bad! In a whispering angry tone he said it twice. And that made me more wet inside. He was moaning real loud and I can’t help my moans as well.

Ting! The elevator opened and we both stopped moaning. But that didn’t stop him from fucking me. I bit my lips and wanted him to stop moving but he was pushing his cock in me even more. He went faster as he asked me if there was anybody that I can see. I tried to move my body a little to glance at the elevator but I saw no one. He grabbed my boobs with both his hands squeezed me and moaned one last time as I felt him cum in me. He was still pumping me and I felt his cock didn’t even soften. He wanted to cum once again and I was getting lost in exaltation. I didn’t care if there would be anyone who’ll see us anymore. As I felt my juices explode squirting to his sides and drowning his cock in me. He came once again as our cum mixed in the blender of my cunt. It was all so wet all over my inner thigh as he let go. He bent over and kissed me.

He grabbed his coat as his cock was dangling by the shadows and I saw he was ready with a bunch of tissue paper. He wiped my legs and kissed my pussy once. He wiped himself too and threw the tissue to the dusty floor. Then he bent over and kissed my pussy again. I placed my hands on his hair and shoved his head more. As if by command he started liking me. He licked and sucked me deep. Don’t stop! And he didn’t. He even rammed his tongue in me and fucked my cunt with it. His head was moving sliding in between my legs as he reached my ass and squeezed it. Lost in a trance I came without warning and squirted on his face. He wanted it more than I do and licked my juices away.

He is the best pussy kisser of all and I don’t want to lose him.

He stood up with a little light on his face, now smiling and satisfied. He helped me fix myself before putting his clothes on. A perfect gentleman, I thought. But then he said that this is his last goodbye. He gave me one last long hug as we agreed to meet the next day. But we both didn’t show up. Or, that’s what he said when I called to say I wasn’t able to go to our meeting place because of some work backlog. He said he has things to finish as well.

So it was sad to let him go, but then again… there will always be another guy waiting around the corner.

Crash course and a one night stand

Months after I left Eddy, I needed to build my life back again. I took up short courses in various subjects to keep my mind away from him and from the house where I left in the first place. Funny though that at every class, there will always be a certain guy that I will feel attracted to. But the attraction stops there, for I lose interest right away once their attention shifts to me. I guess I also forgot how to trust men. And Neil was not any different. Except that he pursued me.

Neil was a divorced businessman taking up crash courses too. He was from a different class when I met him. And through having the same professor, he grabbed the chance to get close to me. Until the closeness he showed displayed more than what I intend to see.

We became classmates the next semester and his noisy exaggerated antics always make everybody laugh. He’s a comedian almost all the time that nobody seems to take him seriously.

The weekend before the finals he invited the whole class to go drinking in his friend’s club. We always go to different clubs every weekend, but he made that night a night that I will never forget.

After the party he offered to take me and a few friends home. I was at the back seat and fell asleep in between dropping off one person after the next. I woke up being asked to transfer in front and I didn’t notice if we were the only ones left in the car. He asked whether he can drop me off or take me home… to his house. I laughed and teased him that he can take me anywhere he wants. And added that he can do anything he wants at the same time.

He took me seriously and said he’ll take me to bed. Half drowsy, I was exaggerating my dizziness and teased that only if he is good ON it. He then pulled the car over and leaned to me asking if I was sure of what I’m saying, then kissed me. I kissed back and pushed my tongue in between his lips. That’s a yes, he whispered. And drove again.

I got fully awake as he was leading me to a dim stairway. I was not aware of where we are but I knew what kind of place it was. Soon as we entered a cozy semi-lighted room, I went straight to the bed and laid my head on the pillow. He jumped to me and started kissing my lips. It’s been a long time since I kissed with passion so I let it all out. He was wild, almost tearing my clothes off sucking my lips, my neck and my skin. He squeezed my boobs and rubbed my nipples. He licked his fingers and pushed them in my pussy rubbing me deep. He begged to fuck me and I opened my legs real wide in reply.

He took me in fast and fucked me deep. I felt his balls ramming to my ass as his cock slides deep rubbing my clits. He was on top of me and he pulled my feet to his neck, my legs to his torso. Jabbing in his huge hot cock slamming me in a fast continuous motion, he asked me if I was doing this often. I can’t get the words right out of my mouth as my reply was just moans and moans of pleasure. He was talking a lot and I was just moaning in reply. I was getting dizzy as the bed shakes to the thumping. He told me how sweet, soft and tight I was. He said I was such a sexy slut and I was his bitch. He said I move like waves and my pussy sucks his cock so fine. He wants me to talk dirty but all I hear was my thighs colliding wet to his as I was almost cumin. He slowed down as I almost screamed in ecstasy. He knew I’d beg for more this way and I pulled his ass to me. But instead of letting his cock push deeper to my cunt, he shoved his finger in my mouth. I sucked it like a dick. Licked it and moaned as I arch my hips to push him in me deep again. Then he asked if I would like a dick in my mouth while he fucks me.

I moaned loud as I weakly said yes. He wanted me to shout it and beg for it. I said please fuck my mouth and fuck me. He replied that this was my lucky day. I didn’t know what he meant until I felt somebody joined on the bed. My eyesight was blurred by the alcohol, limbo and dim lights. Neil pulled me up to kneel then I felt a cock pushing through my lips as I tried to open my eyes. But his skin was so smooth and dark that I can’t see anything but anticipating myself being slammed by two guys. I sucked it deep in my throat and I let it slide in my mouth as somebody’s hands were pulling my ass up. I felt two more hands squeezing my nipples and boobs as I grasped for air. Then my wildest dream came true as I felt a bigger cock slam me from behind. My pussy was so wet in an instant that in a few seconds I came. I was sucking a cock in my mouth while another was fucking me, and I came and came and came. I felt my legs dripping with my cum while he shoots his inside me. His hot juices lining inside my pussy as spurts of the other guy’s cum spread to my face.

And I fell to the bed. All wasted and shaky.

I regained consciousness hours later as I saw Neil all dressed in his corporate goody good guy attire sitting by the bed watching me. I pulled him so he could lie beside me but he insisted that I get up and get dressed. Immediately. There was no persuading him so I stood up coldly, wrapped the blanket to my body and went straight to the shower. I realized everything that just happened and I felt betrayed. I immediately fixed myself and went out only to find the room empty and he was waiting by the door. I took my things and went out. He held my arm to assist me in going down the dim stairway but I pulled my arm away from him and never spoke a word. He asked why and promised to meet again and have a longer time next weekend, thinking that I went cold because I wanted to stay. But in reality, I was stiff because I never wanted this to happen, and would never dream of happening again.

In the car, we didn’t spoke. I sensed his confusion but I was all dull inside. He dropped me far from where I live and apologized coz he needs to go home soon. This made me pissed. I went down the car, slammed the door and never looked back. The next week came and we never spoke not even a single word. Nobody noticed it but after the finals, I never went back to that school.

Any regrets? Actually, just the thought of not knowing who that other guy was.

Step-Daddy’s Little Girl (Part I)

Meeting Eddy

Growing up catching my step dad masturbate almost everyday made me long to run away. I found it so gross that I barely even talk to him, or look at him. When I reached college, a new world opened its doors, but I was reluctant to step out. I grew up thinking that even being a freshman college was still too young to support oneself. And maybe I was just scared. Scared, not by him, but by being alone.

College was a new way of reinventing oneself. And since I broke up with Lloyd, I was always thought of the shy girl in class, yes, I look at the boys (a lot) but when they look my way, I turn back. And blank. I pretend to not notice them; I pretend to not envy the girls surrounding them, and most of all I pretended that I was still a virgin.

No, I am not a loner. I have friends of course, but they have boyfriends and they go out and party a lot. While my parents stay strict and almost never let me out. Yes, I was living with my parents even during college. The only time that I go to any party at all is when I collaborate with my friends that we will have a sleep over, slash study group slash drinking party. Thankfully I have a friend with a very cool aunt who always backs us up and calls my mom for permission. Actually, my mom is not the problem. She even wanted me to dress up and meet boys. It was my step dad who always protests, and of course, always has the last say.

My random sneaking was going along fine. My friends set me up with their boyfriends’ pals every new party, until I find someone who I feel attracted to, and vise versa. And through these parties that I met Eddy. Eddy was a quiet one and not boastful like most of the guys I meet. That evening was a random rendezvous and we partied all night. He was not a big drinker but what he had under his sleeve blew me away. Or should I say under his pants?

In the middle of the party Eddy and I disappeared from the crowd and he bought me to his friend’s van. When he opened the van’s back door, I saw another couple making out and didn’t even give a hint if they noticed us go in. It was too dark for me to see who they were and Eddy told me to just go to the rear seat as he pushed my ass. I giggled and agreed. Soon as we sat down, he grabbed my neck and kissed my lips, licked them and sucked my tongue. He was fast then I realized he was not quiet and shy after all. I felt his tongue roam in my mouth and teeth. He licked my teeth and wet my lips in circular and slow way. This was so new to me, but I followed him as if I knew how to kiss this way.

He then pulled me closer and I felt his chest pressing my boobs. My nipples were so erect that I long for him to touch me there and remove my bra. I grabbed his hand and guided it to my huge boobs. As he was kissing me, fondling with my nipples, I heard him moan as he squeezed me and squeezed me some more. Finally, he managed to remove my bra and he complimented on how huge and smooth they both were, as I glided my legs to his, hinting that I would like to sit on his lap. In synchronized motion, he then pulled my legs and carried me to his lap. He was all fired up as me. I opened my legs as he was in between them and I glided towards his cock. We were still wearing our pants then but as I rubbed my pussy to his hardness, it was so stiff that it sticks out of his pants. He was kissing my neck as I moved my hands towards his trousers intending to unzip him and relieve his pleasure tool out in the open. He took a deep breath and tucked his stomach in as he grabbed my hand to hold him. With less effort, I inserted my hand in his trousers and held his huge hard cock. It was thin, but v e r y long. It was so long that when I rubbed him it pulled his skin down and he grumbled with pain. He whispered to take it gentler or else he will bite. We both giggled and looked into each others eyes.

In the dark, his eyes glowed like the moonlight hypnotizing me to rub him some more. He unzipped my pants but didn’t pull it off. We were staring at each other seriously as I was giving him a handjob, rubbing my palm in circular motion pulling and pushing his skin and gradually increasing the pace. A few jabs more and he tilted his head back and let me feel my own back fingers rubbing my pussy as I was rubbing him. I was feeling so moist that I almost begged him to take me and fuck me then and there. But he told me to go faster and I felt small amounts of cum oozing to my fingers. He held the back of my neck and pushed my head downwards. I knew what he wanted but I didn’t want that. Well, not yet. So I stopped my hand and his puzzled stare made me terrified. He looked straight into my eyes without emotion and it felt like the longest second of my life. I was speechless and didn’t know what to do. I had the urge to pleasure him but I didn’t feel like having my lips rammed by his extensive cock.

Well, we have to let this out, he said. And I just sat there. The fire in me was suddenly slammed by a big ball of ice as he shoved me to his side and masturbated himself. I said I was sorry but he realizing that I was sincere, started kissing my again, rubbing himself and he held my hand and whispered that I have to make up for it then. So I moved my hand to his cock. He let me finish his duty then he squirted with all might to my shirt and pants. I was wet all over and he was panting, smiling, and sealed his satisfaction with a short kiss.

After I realized how wet I was, I told him that I will definitely smell weird. He said he didn’t seem to find anything wrong with that, as he even asked me to go back in the party with him and grab some beer. I refused. Then he pulled out a bag under the seat. In it were a small black pouch and a box full of white paper cut in small sizes. He opened the pouch and put out some ash-like substance and placed it on one paper. He rolled the paper and said he wanted us to take that instead. I haven’t saw hash before that night and I was intrigued while I watched him make one like that of a cigarette.

As I was observing him, one of my girl friends knocked on the van’s window and whispered my dad was looking for me. I was jilted off my seat and immediately went out the van. My friend said she diverted him so I can have a chance to run home. I gave no second doubts and instantly ran indeed. At the corner of the street, I saw a cab and went home.

I was so tired, intoxicated and still shocked at Eddy and the whole night that I just removed my shirt and pants and dove into my bed. I hugged one pillow and fell asleep soon as my head touched the sheets.

What if I played with them?

Victim: Rusty

I always pass by a thrift store after that break up with Kevin. I felt that I need to do something productive with my time to let the day pass until I grew older. My sexy and cute clothes that Kevin gave were left in the closet to gather dust. I avoided make up and flashy jewelry. Friends noticed but I turned to be aloof. Sometimes they invite me to parties to help me forget, but most of the times it made it even harder. This was a turning point in my life I thought, and I need to be serious with myself. Playing around and having fun was not on my focus anymore as I drove my attention to books, learning and the music that Kevin introduced to me. I suddenly felt attracted to the un-normal. I felt dark clouds hovering over me and anyone with dark clouds over them are the only ones who will understand the level of loneliness that I felt. And the thrift store clerk was one of those.

I noticed how he hardly said a word to anyone. I never opened up a conversation with him and he never did as well. But we see each other almost everyday as I scan for anything that I would like to buy or just like to look at. I always notice him staring at me as I browse the shelves and even looking at me through a mirror as I look over the other way. Those instances were a hint that he was attracted to me. One day he was listening to a song of that band from the concert that Kevin and I watched. This gave me the reason to speak to him. I told him that I saw them live once. He smiled and asked if I liked coffee too. That was fast, I thought, and sounded a bit silly for a reply. But I said yes and he formally asked me out. We have set a date to meet that weekend when he doesn’t have work and I do not have class.

We met that weekend and he brought me to a park. I noticed how couples cuddled under trees as we walked past them. He found a nice shady spot near the small lake and we sat on the grass. I asked him where the coffee is he said we will take that later. He wanted to talk to me the first day I stepped in their store he said. And he was glad that we had lots in common. I raised an eyebrow to that. Then there was a cold silence between us as we both stared at the ripples of the lake and at the kids playing on the other side.

A naughty thought struck me as I told him how cute my new bra was. I said it was red with pink daisies and asked if he wanted to see it. Without a reply I showed him and let him peek inside my blouse. He said that’s what he liked about me. I was straight-forward. He then hugged me and I let him do that. The wind was blowing and I felt shivers as he lightly dipped his lips on my ear and neck. I longed for him to kiss my neck but I played with his teases and I teased back. I brushed my fingers to his inner thighs and I saw how it made his cock raise as his trousers grew. I rubbed my palm to his leg in a way like giving him a hand job and his trousers grew a huge bulk. He closed his eyes as he let his lip slide to my ears. I leaned my neck to him inviting him to kiss me there and raised my boobs to press to his arm. He lost the battle of the teases as he was the first one to give in and kissed my neck. He whispered how he wanted me the day he first saw me. Then kissed my lips. He placed his hands on my back as he pressed his body to mine making him feel my breast as I felt him rubbing his torso with my boobs. I felt a bit awkward but I pressed my hand to his cock which was beating like a time bomb ready to explode and wanting to get out. I rubbed it and he moaned. A kid giggled at the far end of the lake and brought us back to reality. I giggled too and in serious dreamy eyes he asked if I wanted to go with him to a private place. That line was so familiar that I refused. I told him to bring me home instead.

Kevin, my first cum

The first time he brought me to a rock concert to meet his friends I wore the pink mini skirt that he bought. It has daisies on it and he loved that and called me his Daisygirl. It made me shy to bend though. I knew that if I do, my pink panties will be seen as well. So in high heeled shoes and low neckline he introduced me to his friends, one hand on my ass, who wooed soon as he said I was his girl. I knew the boys were always staring at my boobs especially when I’m not facing their way. I always catch them trying to pretend they are not looking. And I loved the flattery. I really had big boobs for my age and Kevin was fond of taking pictures of me showing off my boobs in a teasing way.

He was so fond of taking pictures that we sometimes play dress up and he takes photos of me while I dress in front of him. First time I was shy to show him but he promised that nobody will see but the both of us and only when we were together. And he only takes shots that I am comfortable in. He even let me keep the photos.

Kevin was my first in so many things. After the concert, he brought me to a club with his friends and they drank. He said he won’t let me drink because he wants me to remember everything about that night. I thought he was sweet. But as he was a bit tipsy I finally convinced him to let me have my first booze.

I didn’t drink much and I pretended to like the taste, but it was so awful I told him to stop drinking too. He stopped but he said to the group that he was so drunk he wanted to go home and take me home. But when we were in the parking lot, he became ok all of a sudden and laughed saying he was pretending to be drunk so we can go away. He was smart. I asked him if he will really bring me home because I didn’t want to go yet. He sensed that and said. No we will sleep together tonight, he teased.

I yelled “what” in a sarcastic way but dint really protested. He said he has a surprise and he said he hoped I didn’t misinterpret that. We went in the car and without even starting it, he leaned over me and kissed me without saying a word. I wrapped my hands behind his neck as he moved over to my seat and kneeled in between my legs opening them. He moved my skirt up and kneeled to the floor of the car. His chin was now on top of my seat and he looked at me with serious eyes as he let his hands slid to my sides inside my skirt. He pulled my panties down and immediately slammed his finger in my pussy. It was a bit painful but the ache was so strong and delightful at the same time. I grabbed the sides of the chair as he slowly removed his finger. He reminded me of the time in the movie house. And declared that tonight I shall feel how his tongue will give me so much pleasure I would never want to leave him. I was speechless as his face moved closer he said how wet I was already and that’s what he liked most. He then dove into my pussy. His lips to my lips and his hot tongue went in sucking me licking me. He lowered my seat as I lay back. He moved his tongue faster rubbing into my clits. I arched upward reaching his face more and he was losing control. Burying his face, licking me faster, faster, until I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and I moaned and felt my pussy getting more wet and aching for more. He give me one big lick and said “tell me if you feel you’re cumming.” At first I didn’t knew what he meant but I held his hair and pushed his face to my pussy and let him dive in again. The car was shaking as my hips were moving to and fro from his face. I was hearing him moan too as I was squeezing the chair. It felt like eternity and I do not want him to stop. Then, I felt hot liquid spilling out of me I moaned so hard he giggled and said “ohhh there you are my sweet Daisygirl.” I felt sore and tired. And embarrassed. I was sweating despite the cold. He helped me wear back my panties and he wiped off his chair with a tissue. Was that fun? He asked. I smiled, he kissed me, and I could almost taste my own pussy juices. It was sweet indeed. Then I fell asleep in his car.

Wilbert

An innocent look at things

Wilbert is a jolly, noisy and funny person. The girls say he is a pervert because he talks all day of green jokes and sexual fantasies. I refused to believe he was a pervert. You don’t know perversion like I do.

Wilbert was sweet. He sits beside me in class even in other classes where he is not supposed to be. He always offers to take me home and accompanies me during lunch. He always follows me around even when I go to the girl’s room or gym class. He calls me at home just to ask silly questions like homework and tv shows. Sometimes during weekends he visits me and offers to watch a movie or a musical at school. I often refuse though. I called him my little stalker who never gives up.

I always gave him the signal that I was not interested but never had I felt to be mean enough to directly tell that to him. Until people around us noticed our closeness. The girls told me to be warned of his intentions because he was a “pervert” but I never saw that in him. He was just trying to be funny.

One day I finally wrote back to his tons of letters. I wrote on my desk while he was beside me the words “yayu”. He looked and baby-talked to me and said “yayu too”. From that day on we were stuck like glue. I was laughing all the time. In short, I had fun days with him.

Love? Yayu is a baby talk saying Love You. But do I love him? Days pass and my expectations from this relationship grew deeper. If he was the pervert they were all talking about, how come we only kissed a few times? He never touched me except for my hands, or when he moves my hair covering my face to the back of my ears. Sometimes I made him feel my boobs to his arm acting innocent and unintentionally, but he moves away and fixes me in a position he calls “I don’t want people to give wrong impressions about you”. But I yearn to say back that I want him to be a pervert. I want him to abuse me. But I’m not used to be the dominant one. So I kept still.

A month or so came and I was getting bored. Wilbert was with me all the time, and yet never proposed to bring me anywhere, nor do anything to me. One day Lloyd came to school. He literally fell on his knees and begged me to come back. I looked the other way and people started staring at us. Everybody knew who he was. And he was gaining more and more attention as his voice grew louder asking me to at least talk to him. I saw Wilbert by the distance carrying two cones of ice cream. I turned rebellious to his annoying sweetness that I stood up and went with Lloyd. “I’ll only give you a few minutes” But his wide grin, the grin that I always saw whenever we enter a room in a hotel, the grin that leads to the thing that I miss the most, being brought to bed, gave me flashbacks and even made me a little moist.

So I went with Lloyd to the park at school and waited for him to talk me into going back to his arms.

Lloyd

Victim: Daisy, for the second time.

An affair that lasted a year. A love that lasted a month. And a lust that kept on holding on.

I can’t even remember if I ever did love him. I was a slave to him, to his desires and fantasies. I was just starting my freshman year when we first did it. And there were times he didn’t pay his school fees just so we can check in a hotel.

He was a year older than me but boy does he know a lot! Let’s just say he is the most pervert boyfriend I had. Scratch that. He is the most perverted person I knew.

Whenever we check in, he has no time for a shower. He goes straight to the bed and drags me, almost ripping my clothes off on the way and rams me as soon as we reach the bed. No time for foreplay. The whole day spent with him is the foreplay. He would fondle my boobs in a public bus. He would finger me in a cab. He would slip his hand in my blouse behind the school walls or while waiting for the subway train. He would let me feel his hard cock while in a line ordering for food in a fast food restaurant. He would slide his hand under my skirt while eating. He kisses my neck anywhere and licks me under my ear while holding my ass at any given time that he wishes. That always made me giggle. And he loved it!

Most of the time, we really didn’t care if somebody saw us. I was hypnotized by his fragrant perfume, his wet lips and big kisses. And he made me do things I never did before. He was my first blow job. And I didn’t like it. I love the smell of his cum but I refuse to let him enter my mouth. He respected that. But he didn’t respect the rest of my body.

I always end up with a sore pussy whenever I go home from a hotel. He spent each penny with more than its worth. The whole time spent in the hotel, those few hours were rounds and rounds of fucking until I say stop. Most of the time, he plays deaf and goes even faster that it seemed that saying stop means asking for more. And at some point he won’t stop until I bleed.

His most fond fantasy is making me scream the name of a guy who I fancy. His game will not start until I really think of that guy as the one fucking me and not him. He wants me to tell him what I fancy about that guy which I chose. The first time he told me to do this, I laughed and thought it was a joke. But he was dead serious. He wants me to close my eyes and think of this other guy and say his name. He wants me to moan loud and exaggerate how I feel. He wants me to say “fuck me” together with the name of the guy and talk dirty while he shoves his fat cock in my tight pussy. Sometimes I ran out of guys to imagine, I invent names just to satisfy him. He never noticed anyway.

I had the longest fuck of my life with him. He makes me cum several times in a round and once he cum, he doesn’t stop there. He takes me and thrusts his slowly weakening dick more deep and fast and goes faster until it grows hard again. He only stops when he feels like stopping, whether I cum or not.

We were together everyday and there was never a week that we didn’t spent fucking in a hotel or the backstage of our gym, or the girl’s bathroom, the football field at night, even at their house or friend’s house or mine, secretly, sometimes in all these places in one day.

Introduction

Sexcapades. Escpades. One night stands. Several nights. Making men cum or almost cum. Letting them yearn for more. And then leaving them at the climax of it all. This is how women should have sex, like men.

This is how Daisy’s little cunt splurge wet by just the thought of men begging for her, with or without them satisfied, not caring. As long as you make her cum and all else will be a façade.

Let her or make you masturbate, while she writes down every detail down to the last drop of cum. From her innocence broken down and gradually making her your whore that you would adore. You are the audience. Play with yourself, your partner or a stranger. Though, be careful. It might be you that she’ll write about next. Or would you like that too? Email her at thedaisyexperiment@gmail.com