The Swinger Confessions:Corrupting Shirley Temple (A Prelude)

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“Angie, are you wet? I mean are you really wet, like dripping??”   “MM yes, Coco. Girl, you do know that you drive me wild, right?”  “Are you going to cum for me sweetie?”  “No Coco, you cannot make me cum right now. I have to go to work.”  “Hah, are you telling me that I cannot make you cum or are you saying that you don’t want to cum because you need to leave for work?”  “Both!”  “Say what? Girl, my voice alone can bring you to your knees, make your pussy sweat, drip, even ache with desire, and send your mouth into a series of ‘Ohs’ so quick your head will spin!”  “Oh shit girl! Damn, I.. I!”  “Shut up! You can’t even get your words out, lol. Put your hand in your pants, move that panty aside, and stick two fingers in your pussy.”  “Coco, mmmm.”  “Now I can go on telling you how to fuck yourself, but I know damn well you know what to do. So please just do it and pick up the phone and call me when you cum, I want to hear you get off!!”  Within five minutes, my phone was singing its reggae beat signaling a call. Angie was moaning her deep pleasure in my ear. What I didn’t tell her earlier during our messaging was that I too was giving myself a little self lovin’. “Angie baby, that is so sexy. Your pouty mouth unable to form words and all I can hear is your pre-orgasmic huffing and puffing!” “Ahhh…mmm” “My hips are thrust in the air and a dildo is turning and vibrating in my soaking pussy, my skin glows with the exertion of fucking myself, and a finger is circling my asshole. If you cum for me, I’m sure that my world will explode, my eyes will clench shut and stars will appear behind my fluttering eyelids.” “Damn oh fuck oh damn oh fuck …CUMMING HARD COCO!” Plunging two fingers into my ass, I scream in complete surrender to the orgasm as it rocks my brain and body. Stars burst like fireworks in my climaxing world making me convulse from head to toe. ***** Angela and I met online about a year or more prior Ümraniye Escort to that instant messaging conversation. Angie is an attached but carefree sexy bi-curious girl. A smiling Shirley Temple-esque girl, curls swirl around her exotic face, and she is such a cutie that I must take her to bed. Finally, after a few missed connections and poor circumstances, Angie and I met for drinks and conversation. Clad in Baby Phat jeans and a tight fitting red t-shirt and stilettos, Angela walked in the bar with an air of superiority and sexual bravado. I wondered if she was the same in bed. After months of online friendship, flirting and fucking, she was ready for some action. I had to navigate this meeting as carefully as I could; as Angie thought stepping out of her sexual comfort zone was frightening. During our conversation, I learned that she loved the way that I speak, that she has a penchant for tall men and women, and she has an oral fixation. The girl loves to suck and lick, prefers to do it for hours. My pussy tingled with the thought of having her bouncy curls on my chocolate thighs, tongue plunged deep in my sex as she finger fucked me. The very thought of it sent bolts of electricity through my system and my lips parted in response. I love playing with Angela, we always have an intense time and she enjoys turning on her cam and playing up her exhibitionist side. But right then, then as I sat there and watched her drink gin and juice, then as I stared at her bottom lip being bitten by her straight white teeth, then as I looked at those lustful eyes as they lingered over the swell of my breasts, as they spied my own rapid breathing; well, right then, I wanted her. And I do like to get what I want…hell, I’ve grown accustomed to getting what I want. Brazenly, I stood and announced that I needed the ladies room; I glanced inquiringly at Angie in subtle invitation. She stood, Ümraniye Escort Bayan eager to join me. Enticingly, I walked ahead of her. My ass, encased in Apple bottom jeans, swayed from side to side, long legs capped by narrow feet in 4” Via Spiga sandals stepped smoothly toward our destination. I glanced back, as I had to watch as she ogled my curvaceous form. Stopping at the door of the ladies’ room, I opened it for her, my sweet Shirley Temple girl had no idea what was about to happen therein. The bar’s bathroom became the backdrop for a little bit of Coco legend. “Angie, I saw you watching me.” “Hmm” “I know we’ve played online but now we’re here talking about real, real infatuation, real arousal mmm, real fucking.” “Do you hear me or have you gone all catatonic on me?” A nod. “Angie, speak to me, please.” A slight smile appeared on her face, the coquettish face that accompanied me online for many a night stood before me dumbstruck by my appearance or rendered catatonic by the sexual energy that lingered around us. “Can’t…” And as that monosyllabic word left my Shirley Temple girl’s juicy lips, as that single word flitted into our lust filled bathroom stall, as she nervously uttered that word into our erotically charged world, my hands flew to her and I grabbed those lovely hips, and I forcefully pulled her into me. Our initial lip lock was one of tender study, a jaunt into the exploratory world of lips, teeth and tongues. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of what I had to offer, she luxuriated in the confines of my mouth and moaned deeply into its crevices. The joy that she experienced began emitting itself from her throat in soft purrs as my own desire started to blaze deep within my pelvis. More, I had to have more, but I…I was determined to wait until later. However, as I looked at her face, I saw a passion so deeply rooted that it further ignited the Escort Ümraniye blaze smoldering deep within my body. Her piercing brown eyes shone with barely concealed desire, the brightness in them boasted of unquenched need that I intended to satisfy. Her silky curls beckoned for my hand to take a dive and swim their depths. Without delay I placed my hands in her hair and inhaled her scent. Her moans grew louder and I adjusted our bodies so that I could grab her fleshy breasts. I wanted, I desired, I longed to feel her skin on mine and I knew that if we didn’t stop that we would make this stall our first real encounter. “Shir…I mean Angie, do you want this? Because if you don’t stop me now, I won’t and our first time together will be in the bathroom of this damn bar.” A moan… “Angie, speak to me!” A grunt… A feeling of déjà vu filled my mind and I screamed, “What the hell does that mean?” Another moan… “Damn it girl, I want you! Speak!!” A nod… Pulling up her shirt, the urge for flesh on flesh is sated and I bent down and took her lace covered nipple into my mouth. A cry of pain filled pleasure escaped her cinnamon flavored lips and I lingered there while I explored her other breast with my hand. Shaking with the effort of restraint, I removed my hand from her breast and reached down to her zipper. I made quick work of unzipping her sexy boot cut jeans and plunged my hand into her thong covered pussy. When I said I wanted her, I knew that I would have her; but honestly, my main objective was to get my curly haired girl to cum for me, to exercise some control over her, to lessen her bravado when it came to dealing with me. I wanted her to want more and oblige me during the upcoming weekend, so with my hand in her jeans, I flicked open her pussy lips and was again rewarded. Thrusting two fingers deep into her core, I explored her sex with skill that shook her entire being. I fingered her pussy and somehow managed to place a thumb on her clitoris. Using my nimble fingers and circling thumb, I looked into her rapidly tearing eyes and whispered, “Are you going to cum for me?” An opened mouth formed a word, but damned if I knew what it was, this girl does not speak during sex. I found it a bit odd.

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