Taking A Fiery Nymph
Not long ago in the summer I kept seeing this one young chick walking around my neighbourhood, usually wearing something cut very low or very short on up. I swear you could see a nice, bare round tit or curve of her ass when she turned the right way. At first I passed it off as just another slutty girl out to tease good but horny folks that probably had no chance in hell with her.
Until I walked past her one day and caught a glint in her eye as she brushed her long, lovely red hair. There was a 'come get me' look in there, but I couldn't have been sure. As we passed, I caught a scent of something very, very sensual... I know pussy when I smell it, but this was a bit different. I looked back and I could swear that under her patterned miniskirt she was wearing, there was a slick little trail reaching down.
I swallowed hard, feeling my pants get tight and my cock begin to throb. Little sluts; you know how it goes. I tried to forget, but I had to know more.
A few days later she was flouncing along in a crop top and heels and I must have looked like a weirdo walking behind her, trying to catch up, wanting to say something, but what? And how? We stopped up at a light and stood next to her, coughed. She didn't bat an eye. “Heya, I said. Love that hair.” She nodded quick and then walked away. Fucking slut, I'm trying to start a conversation! I thought. I felt let down, but turned down another street. Fuck, she smelled good. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The very next day was a hot Saturday and wouldn't you know it, the hot little thing was out sucking a popsicle, letting it drip down her shirt and booty shorts, sitting on the grass. I walked over and said “It's so hot out, where did you get that?” She looked up, licked it, and looked off. I was sweating and tired of this slut's tricks. I dropped down next to her, trying not to stare at her tight shorts gripping her crotch.
I stretched out, leaned back and whispered, “Listen you sexy bitch, I know what you're doing, just be cool and talk.”
She yawned and stretched and looked over. “Blow me,” she said, blue juice sticky on her lips.
I don't know what happened to me, but I sat up and grabbed her arm, looked at the popsicle and took a lick. Then I stared at her and said “You first.” I pushed the icy thing in her mouth and heard her moan. She leaned in close and said the key words all good sluts start with, “Make me.”
I felt my whole body get fired up, and without a word, stood up, took her other arm, and pulled her up. Her curves under her body were amazing. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I said “You're coming with me.”
My place wasn't far, but I wasn't sure because it was in a busy building and the windows had to be open. Still, we went there without talking much. All I said when we got there was “You look like such a slut. How about you show me how much a whore you are?”
She winked and turned around and stuck out her tight, round ass. I hadn't noticed before, but there was definitely something pressed up against the shorts, flat and black. It was up high, and... oh my god, it was in her ass! The gorgeous bitch had a plug in her ass! My dick leaped up and I felt the precum trickle already.
I tried to say something but only said “Upstairs, my room.”
We got up there and it was so hot I couldn't shut the door or windows, even though it looked onto the street. As soon as I could, I grabbed her from behind, wrapped my arms around and took a handful of hair. “What a slut you are, coming home with me, even with your ass stuffed.” I couldn't help it, I grabbed her throat and squeezed. “You want to be used. You want my hard cock in all your holes, want it bad. Nod for yes.” She nodded, grinding her ass against me, pushing the plug.
I nearly fucking came there, but instead I ran my hands through that fiery hair and reached down to pull those sticky, sweaty shorts right of.
“Get down on your knees and crawl to the bed, bitch.” She did, curves swaying away, black plug taunting me.
“I bet you love it in the ass. Don't tell me. I'm going to find out myself.”
I took my own shorts off and waited for her to get to the bed. She looked back and arched an eyebrow. “Get up on it.”
“There's people outside,” was all she said, eyes wide.
“Not my problem. You'll have to be quiet. Or not.” I wanted to say more, but as she got up, her round, tight young tits came spilling out, red little nipples hard.
I stood there for a minute. She looked around, then back at me, almost bored.
“What's your problem, slut?”
“My problem is you want me, but you're being a pussy about it. I like it rough and I don't think you want to give it to me.”
So that was it. I tried not to grab at my bulging cock and walked over to her and gave her a slap, half strength, sticky juice still on her face. She grinned for a second and then stared. “Fuck you, harder.”
I wasn't sure. I grabbed her hair up instead.
“Again!” she said. I cupped my other hand on her smooth, soft skin, then brought it back and added some more into the slap. It made a great sound. Her eyes watered and her body shook for a second.
She looked up and I backhanded before she said anything. I pulled her hair back so she could look up and show me her watering eyes, her makeup just getting damp.
I couldn't take it anymore, I took my cock out, ran my hand along it and looked at her daring eyes, her flaming hair. I didn't care what she thought of it, I only wanted one thing.
I stood up on the bed, pulled her onto her knees and shoved my cock in her mouth, down her throat. She gave a little gasp that was cut short. At first she didn't do anything but gag a little, then I pulled back and she gasped more. Then her tongue rolled around my head and that was it. I felt her tongue and wet mouth and started to fuck. She coughed and gagged and moaned and all I could do was thrust back and forth, pulling at her hair, feeling her face fill with my hard dick. I stuck it in deep a few times just until she slapped at my legs to let her breath. She choked on it good. She tongued the whole thing until I could barely stand it. She was getting loud, sucking and gagging, and I moaned so loud.
“What a great cockslut you are,” I said, and took it out, slapping her cheeks and chin. “But I don't want your mouth anymore.”
I reached down and tossed her over, shoving her head down and bringing her ass up. It smelled like a mix of salty and sweet, and something else... sex, inflaming me. I slapped at her trimmed slit as it stuck out at me. That's a pose all good sluts need to take. And the black plug was there, taunting me.
I took up both her wrists, grabbed them and pinned them to her back and slapped her ass. I slapped her pussy up and down with the back of my fingers, hearing her small yelps. Her spit was starting to dry on my cock, even though I was still plenty wet. I wanted her badly, but not yet.
I reached down and searched for the clit nib, rolled it in my fingers so she could moan, then I pinched. She yelped and I said “Quiet, slut. Unless you want everyone to hear.” I pinched again and she kicked at me. I slapped her ass, hard. It shook like a delicious wave.
I moved forward so my thick cock brushed under her young, moist pussy. Leaning forward, I pushed her face down with one hand and grabbed her neck with the other.
“I don't want your cunt, bitch. Not today. You know what I want.”
She tried to swallow, moaned.
“What do I want!”
“M-my...” She trailed. I was so close, and my cock leapt up under that sweet muff.
“Tell me!”
“My ass... your hard cock in my ass...” she said, almost laughing, almost crying.
“That's right. A little ass whore from the very start.” I let off a little and pushed my body against the plug. She moaned and ground back.
I looked over her taut body, red from the slap marks. I took two fingers and grabbed the plug, moved it around. She sighed and grabbed the bed as I did.
I was done messing around now. I took the plug out in one go, letting it slip out of her ass, watching it close up, nice and red and waiting.
“Are you an ass whore?” I pulled her hair back. “Moan once for yes or shut it.”
She wriggled, tried to turn around, but I pushed her face down hard. “Do it.”
She let out a long, low moan and that was it. I pushed the head of my slippery cock up against her tight ass, spit over it, then squeezed it in. One push, then another, and her ass closed around me, smooth and warm and fucking tight. I nearly came right there.
I spit again on it and rubbed it in. I felt my body get light and all the feeling go straight from my cock to my brain.
“OH my fucking...” I started.
“Move,” she breathed.
I took that flame-haired tawdry slut on my bed, and I slipped my cock back and forth, over and over in her precious ass. I fucked her and heard her moan for a good, long while, going slow, fast, getting up on my feet to stand over her, pushing her down with my weight and thrusting. Each time I changed up, she would sigh or moan and I could only see red, feel warmth, hear the slick of our assfucking.
At some point she started really grinding back and reached back with one hand, just far enough to put her fingers over her ass to rub against my cock as I slid into her little slut hole. I felt the extra pressure and sped up.
“Oh fuck, you little vixenslutcunt,” I couldn't stop. “I'm gonna,” and just then the lightning hit my brain, I reached out and clawed all the way down her back. I fucking came hard, throbbing and shooting in her very used ass.
She shuddered and ground against it, licking her lips and bucking away. She kept my cock locked tight in there as I gave her my load, and I could see her legs start to shake, her pussy even quiver from the outside.
“Cum, you fucking nympho,” I said. “Cum with my load in your ass.” I cupped her mound, rubbing her clit vigorously.
She did, breathing hard for more than a dozen seconds.
I didn't care how loud we were, it was amazing.
Soon after she looked around and gave me a look that said 'are you done?' I reached forward and slipped out of her ass, watching it dribble down, hot and mixed in.
“Not bad for some street slut,” I said and slapped her before she could say anything. “Put your shorts back on and let it drip out while you get us something nice and cold.”
I watched as she did. “It's going to be a long, hot night.” That was the first that I think I saw her smile.
END
Until I walked past her one day and caught a glint in her eye as she brushed her long, lovely red hair. There was a 'come get me' look in there, but I couldn't have been sure. As we passed, I caught a scent of something very, very sensual... I know pussy when I smell it, but this was a bit different. I looked back and I could swear that under her patterned miniskirt she was wearing, there was a slick little trail reaching down.
I swallowed hard, feeling my pants get tight and my cock begin to throb. Little sluts; you know how it goes. I tried to forget, but I had to know more.
A few days later she was flouncing along in a crop top and heels and I must have looked like a weirdo walking behind her, trying to catch up, wanting to say something, but what? And how? We stopped up at a light and stood next to her, coughed. She didn't bat an eye. “Heya, I said. Love that hair.” She nodded quick and then walked away. Fucking slut, I'm trying to start a conversation! I thought. I felt let down, but turned down another street. Fuck, she smelled good. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The very next day was a hot Saturday and wouldn't you know it, the hot little thing was out sucking a popsicle, letting it drip down her shirt and booty shorts, sitting on the grass. I walked over and said “It's so hot out, where did you get that?” She looked up, licked it, and looked off. I was sweating and tired of this slut's tricks. I dropped down next to her, trying not to stare at her tight shorts gripping her crotch.
I stretched out, leaned back and whispered, “Listen you sexy bitch, I know what you're doing, just be cool and talk.”
She yawned and stretched and looked over. “Blow me,” she said, blue juice sticky on her lips.
I don't know what happened to me, but I sat up and grabbed her arm, looked at the popsicle and took a lick. Then I stared at her and said “You first.” I pushed the icy thing in her mouth and heard her moan. She leaned in close and said the key words all good sluts start with, “Make me.”
I felt my whole body get fired up, and without a word, stood up, took her other arm, and pulled her up. Her curves under her body were amazing. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I said “You're coming with me.”
My place wasn't far, but I wasn't sure because it was in a busy building and the windows had to be open. Still, we went there without talking much. All I said when we got there was “You look like such a slut. How about you show me how much a whore you are?”
She winked and turned around and stuck out her tight, round ass. I hadn't noticed before, but there was definitely something pressed up against the shorts, flat and black. It was up high, and... oh my god, it was in her ass! The gorgeous bitch had a plug in her ass! My dick leaped up and I felt the precum trickle already.
I tried to say something but only said “Upstairs, my room.”
We got up there and it was so hot I couldn't shut the door or windows, even though it looked onto the street. As soon as I could, I grabbed her from behind, wrapped my arms around and took a handful of hair. “What a slut you are, coming home with me, even with your ass stuffed.” I couldn't help it, I grabbed her throat and squeezed. “You want to be used. You want my hard cock in all your holes, want it bad. Nod for yes.” She nodded, grinding her ass against me, pushing the plug.
I nearly fucking came there, but instead I ran my hands through that fiery hair and reached down to pull those sticky, sweaty shorts right of.
“Get down on your knees and crawl to the bed, bitch.” She did, curves swaying away, black plug taunting me.
“I bet you love it in the ass. Don't tell me. I'm going to find out myself.”
I took my own shorts off and waited for her to get to the bed. She looked back and arched an eyebrow. “Get up on it.”
“There's people outside,” was all she said, eyes wide.
“Not my problem. You'll have to be quiet. Or not.” I wanted to say more, but as she got up, her round, tight young tits came spilling out, red little nipples hard.
I stood there for a minute. She looked around, then back at me, almost bored.
“What's your problem, slut?”
“My problem is you want me, but you're being a pussy about it. I like it rough and I don't think you want to give it to me.”
So that was it. I tried not to grab at my bulging cock and walked over to her and gave her a slap, half strength, sticky juice still on her face. She grinned for a second and then stared. “Fuck you, harder.”
I wasn't sure. I grabbed her hair up instead.
“Again!” she said. I cupped my other hand on her smooth, soft skin, then brought it back and added some more into the slap. It made a great sound. Her eyes watered and her body shook for a second.
She looked up and I backhanded before she said anything. I pulled her hair back so she could look up and show me her watering eyes, her makeup just getting damp.
I couldn't take it anymore, I took my cock out, ran my hand along it and looked at her daring eyes, her flaming hair. I didn't care what she thought of it, I only wanted one thing.
I stood up on the bed, pulled her onto her knees and shoved my cock in her mouth, down her throat. She gave a little gasp that was cut short. At first she didn't do anything but gag a little, then I pulled back and she gasped more. Then her tongue rolled around my head and that was it. I felt her tongue and wet mouth and started to fuck. She coughed and gagged and moaned and all I could do was thrust back and forth, pulling at her hair, feeling her face fill with my hard dick. I stuck it in deep a few times just until she slapped at my legs to let her breath. She choked on it good. She tongued the whole thing until I could barely stand it. She was getting loud, sucking and gagging, and I moaned so loud.
“What a great cockslut you are,” I said, and took it out, slapping her cheeks and chin. “But I don't want your mouth anymore.”
I reached down and tossed her over, shoving her head down and bringing her ass up. It smelled like a mix of salty and sweet, and something else... sex, inflaming me. I slapped at her trimmed slit as it stuck out at me. That's a pose all good sluts need to take. And the black plug was there, taunting me.
I took up both her wrists, grabbed them and pinned them to her back and slapped her ass. I slapped her pussy up and down with the back of my fingers, hearing her small yelps. Her spit was starting to dry on my cock, even though I was still plenty wet. I wanted her badly, but not yet.
I reached down and searched for the clit nib, rolled it in my fingers so she could moan, then I pinched. She yelped and I said “Quiet, slut. Unless you want everyone to hear.” I pinched again and she kicked at me. I slapped her ass, hard. It shook like a delicious wave.
I moved forward so my thick cock brushed under her young, moist pussy. Leaning forward, I pushed her face down with one hand and grabbed her neck with the other.
“I don't want your cunt, bitch. Not today. You know what I want.”
She tried to swallow, moaned.
“What do I want!”
“M-my...” She trailed. I was so close, and my cock leapt up under that sweet muff.
“Tell me!”
“My ass... your hard cock in my ass...” she said, almost laughing, almost crying.
“That's right. A little ass whore from the very start.” I let off a little and pushed my body against the plug. She moaned and ground back.
I looked over her taut body, red from the slap marks. I took two fingers and grabbed the plug, moved it around. She sighed and grabbed the bed as I did.
I was done messing around now. I took the plug out in one go, letting it slip out of her ass, watching it close up, nice and red and waiting.
“Are you an ass whore?” I pulled her hair back. “Moan once for yes or shut it.”
She wriggled, tried to turn around, but I pushed her face down hard. “Do it.”
She let out a long, low moan and that was it. I pushed the head of my slippery cock up against her tight ass, spit over it, then squeezed it in. One push, then another, and her ass closed around me, smooth and warm and fucking tight. I nearly came right there.
I spit again on it and rubbed it in. I felt my body get light and all the feeling go straight from my cock to my brain.
“OH my fucking...” I started.
“Move,” she breathed.
I took that flame-haired tawdry slut on my bed, and I slipped my cock back and forth, over and over in her precious ass. I fucked her and heard her moan for a good, long while, going slow, fast, getting up on my feet to stand over her, pushing her down with my weight and thrusting. Each time I changed up, she would sigh or moan and I could only see red, feel warmth, hear the slick of our assfucking.
At some point she started really grinding back and reached back with one hand, just far enough to put her fingers over her ass to rub against my cock as I slid into her little slut hole. I felt the extra pressure and sped up.
“Oh fuck, you little vixenslutcunt,” I couldn't stop. “I'm gonna,” and just then the lightning hit my brain, I reached out and clawed all the way down her back. I fucking came hard, throbbing and shooting in her very used ass.
She shuddered and ground against it, licking her lips and bucking away. She kept my cock locked tight in there as I gave her my load, and I could see her legs start to shake, her pussy even quiver from the outside.
“Cum, you fucking nympho,” I said. “Cum with my load in your ass.” I cupped her mound, rubbing her clit vigorously.
She did, breathing hard for more than a dozen seconds.
I didn't care how loud we were, it was amazing.
Soon after she looked around and gave me a look that said 'are you done?' I reached forward and slipped out of her ass, watching it dribble down, hot and mixed in.
“Not bad for some street slut,” I said and slapped her before she could say anything. “Put your shorts back on and let it drip out while you get us something nice and cold.”
I watched as she did. “It's going to be a long, hot night.” That was the first that I think I saw her smile.
END
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