Missy The Psychotic Slut
(Warning, this is a fucking novel – if it’s TLDR than don’t bother – hold your negative comments to yourself. No need to cry about shit you’ve been warned about)

Missy knows I’m on this website, and she gave me permission to post this story and her picture.

Missy is a psychotic slut, but I’m okay with that. I first met her through a mutual friend, and that friend warned me about her extensively. I didn’t pay attention, nor did I care – I just wanted to get some pussy. I loved the way she didn’t give a fuck about anything, the way she would speak her mind loudly in public. For most – she was annoying as fuck, but I found her antics cute in a weird way.
I guess I should start on how we met through a mutual friend. My friend bought too many tickets to a movie and invited her along. We have a tight friend group but they never invited Missy, this was the first time any of us met her. After the movie we all went out to eat, there was 5 of us, and Missy was silent for most of the outing. But at the restaurant she spoke up, and tried to fit in the best she could.
For some reason she focused on me, asking what I did for a living, where I lived, if I was single. I told her that I was single, that I was in a long term relationship for a while and it ended badly, and I didn’t want to talk about it. She had a very perky attitude, we would make eye contact and she would blush and look away. The night wrapped up and everyone was going their separate ways, she came up to me and asked me for my number.
“Hey, I think you’re cool – can I get your phone number? Maybe we can hang out sometime?”
“Sure thing, that would be great, you’re cool too,” so we exchanged phone numbers.
Later on my friend texted me, “bro, not trying to put a damper on your love life but just be careful, she’s a bit psychotic.”
“Crazy women are supposed to be the best lays,” I responded back.
Missy texted me the next day, “Hey, it’s Missy – just saying hi and that I had a wonderful time talking to you.”
I was at work, but since I work in the IT field I can pretty much do what I want so I texted her back, “it was a pleasure to meet you and talk to you too! Hope you’re having a good day!”
“I’d be having a good day if I didn’t have to deal with so many stupid patients,” she replied back. We texted for a bit, turns out she is an x-ray tech and makes pretty good money. I felt a sigh of relief, she has a decent job so maybe my friend was making up rumors about Missy because he liked her?
“What are you doing tonight? You want to hang out?” She asked through text.
I didn’t have any plans, and I haven’t been on a date in a long time, nor got my dick wet in a long time after my breakup. I was tired of playing with myself and needed a nice warm woman, plus Missy had some big tits. So I agreed to chill with her but added a bit of flair to my next text to her.
“Hang out, or go on a date?”
“How about hang out on a date?” she texted back flirtingly.
We made plans and she gave me her address so I could pick her up. I was going to take her out to a nice restaurant and see where things went from there.
I picked her up, she was dressed in a nice summer dress with flowers. She had her short blonde hair up in pigtails, she looked cute. She got in my car and plopped down in the seat, pecked me on the cheek and then put her seatbelt on. She started rummaging through her purse and started applying lip gloss.
“So how old are you?” She asked me.
“Oh, I’m 31, how about you?”
“25, going to be 26 next month.”
We ate dinner, and decided to go back to her place. Her apartment was pretty clean, she had decorative swords on her walls and some medieval themed pictures with knights and castles. There were various pictures of her and her family, and a handgun on the coffee table. She saw me notice it, and laughed.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I live alone and it makes me feel safe. I always keep it loaded, 9 millimeter hollowpoints… that’s the way to go.”
I smirked, “Cool, we’ll have to go target shooting sometime!”
“You have guns?”
“No, but maybe if you get me interested we can share a hobby.”
She sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, “Come on, sit down, don’t be shy.”
I sat down next to her, and put my hand on hers and we held hands.
I heard her whisper, “such a slow mover.”
So I grinned and said, “oh yeah?” and turned to kiss her.
We made out for a good 20 minutes, our hands began to probe – my hands on her tits, pulling her shirt up as she massaged my cock through my pants.
“Take your clothes off,” she said as she nibbled my ear.
I took all of my clothes off and she did too.
“Now, just sit there,” she said as she grabbed the gun. My hear raced.
“Missy…” I stammered.
“Fucking relax, chill,” she said as she sat on the couch naked. She began using the barrel of the gun to massage her clit, and then inserted the barrel into her pussy.
“Fuck…” she moaned, “mmmm I should cock it… my pussy loves cock.”
“Don’t cock it it’s a fucking loaded gun!”
“Cock me, babe…” she said as she pulled the gun out of her wet cunt and spread her legs as to invite me in. I was shook, she still was holding the gun, she was smiling at me and waiting for me to put my cock inside her. I was so nervous my dick started to go a bit limp.
“You need some help?” she asked.
“N-no,” I said as I mounted her, and pushed my cock slowly inside her. Her arms wrapped around me and I felt the cold steel of the gun in her hand against my back.
“Can you put the gun down?” I asked as my cock pushed inside her, “it’s making me nervous.”
She laughed, “damn, don’t be a pussy,” I felt her muscles clench my cock as if to tease me.
“Fuck me,” she panted.
I started with slow long thrusts and started to quicken the pace.
“yeah, just like that…” she said, placing the gun next to her on the couch – she then started to claw my back with her finger nails.
“Oh I like your cock. It feels way better than the cold steel of a gun… I like your gun way better…”
“yeah? I like your holster, it’s nice and tight, perfect place for my gun…” I said as my cock stiffened and got harder inside of her.
“I live dangerously,” she panted as I fucked her, “you are sooo hard! Oh fuck yeah!”
She grabbed the gun and put it in her mouth, licking her pussy juices off the barrel. I could see there was a loaded magazine in it. This chick was crazy. After she was finished licking the gun she put it back down and pulled me down to kiss her lips. With each thrust I could feel her tits jiggle – I could feel I was about to cum.
“Don’t you pull out of me, you hear me? Don’t you fucking dare pull out of my pussy!” She was demanding, almost angry. She bit my lip, as my cock plunged inside her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Shoot it in me baby, come on. Cum. Cum in my little pussy,” she begged.
I couldn’t hold my orgasm off, I filled her up – hot white milky sperm shot deep inside of her as I gripped on to her ass, my hands sliding between her cheeks and the couch cushions. I could feel the cum spraying with each intense pulsation of my orgasm, her legs wrapped around me, not letting me escape.
“Fuck that was good,” she said as she kissed my lips and I rolled off her. She stroked my chest with her nails.
“I’m yours now, ok? You own this body, I’m carrying you inside of me and we are one.”
I grunted, still recovering from busting so many massive nuts inside her.
“Oh you don’t fucking understand, I’m literally your bitch now,” she was raising her voice, getting angry.
She got up, and walked into another room, she came back holding a crystal up to her forhead.
“I can see your aura, you are pure,” she said, standing in front of me. I could see cum dripping from her pussy as she closed her eyes and held the crystal to her forehead.
“I give my body, and my soul to you, for I am the vehicle of your pleasure, it is the goddesses will.”
I have to say, it was kind of hot. She placed the crystal on my forehead, “close your eyes my love…”
I did, I played along with her just to appease her.
“Envision me, all of me – we are one!” She took the crystal and placed it on the coffee table and then started massaging my cock.
“Such a nice package you got there mister….” She put my limp dripping dick in her mouth and started sucking.
I quickly was hard again, her dick sucking skills were beyond anything I’ve ever experienced – it was at this point I realized that I didn’t give a fuck if this chick was bat shit crazy, the sex was great. As she sucked me off, I laid there and caressed her hair. She looked up at me, making eye contact and then stopped sucking.
“My pussy is so so so wet with your babies already baby…” then she jumped on me and mounted me, I slit right in, my cum that was already inside her dripped down my balls. She began bucking on me, riding my cock like a pro. Her breasts bouncing in my face, I grabbed on to them and started sucking.
“Oh yeah, suck them tits babe!!” she screamed as she bucked wildly on my dick. I could feel her once again clenching her pussy muscles, and then she lost it – she lost complete control over her body and she started to convulse wildly.
“I’m…CUMMING!!” She screamed. Her orgasm was intense, I’ve never seen a woman writhe around like she did, almost as if she was possessed – her eyes rolled back, her body shook, she screamed gutturally – and then she collapsed on me, shaking.
“I love you…” she whispered, breathing heavily.
I put my arms around her, my cock still inside, pulsating. She started moving her hips slowly, pushing my dick up and down, in and out.
“You gonna cum in me again?” she asked, almost shyly as she bit her lower lip in a cute way.
“I’m going to fill that pretty pussy up that you’ll be dripping for weeks,” I said.
She grabbed my neck, gently, “fill me up, own my body, take my body!”
We fucked for another good 20 minutes and I released more cum into her needy pussy.
She dismounted me, and we cuddled for the rest of the evening. I needed to work the next day and didn’t have a change of clothing. It was getting late, it was almost around midnight and I needed to be up at 5:30 AM.
“Thank you for such a great evening, I really need to get going I have to work tomorrow.”
She was silent. I started getting dressed and then Missy threw a fit.
“YOU CAN’T SPEND THE NIGHT WITH ME? You FUCKING OWN ME NOW and you’re abandoning me?!”
“No – I want to see you again, how about tomorrow we hook up?”
“WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW?” She said mockingly, “FUCK YOU. You’re all the same. I give you pussy, and you all run away.”
I was a bit shocked, but I knew I could handle this chick.
I walked over to her and kissed her, “Missy, you’re a fucking goddess. You made me so fucking happy, and I want more – I can’t wait to fuck you, to hold you, to learn more about you – but I have to work early in the morning, so I have to go.”
I groped her breasts, and then fingered her cum filled pussy, “I’ll still be with you, deep inside of you – you’ll be carrying me around with you all night.”
I took my fingers that had cum on them and traced her lips, “See?”
She smiled, “That’s a good fucking point…”
Her mood switched completely, she plunged a finger inside her and then licked it.
“You taste good… and yeah, you’re all up inside me… so I guess you are technically spending the night… but just inside me… ok. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I didn’t know about seeing her tomorrow, but I said, “Yes! Tomorrow we’ll have more time and more adventures!”
We kissed at her door and I left.
I woke up to go to work and saw that I had a billion text messages.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I need you.”
“I can’t get over how in love I am.”
“I’m addicted to you.”
“You complete me.”
“Nice cock.”
“I’m yours.”
“Do you even give a fuck?”
“HELLO?”
They just kept going on and on, they’d get dark and then they’d get all lovey dovey again.
I called her on the way in to work to see what the fuck was up, it was early and I fully expected to leave her a voicemail, but she answered.
“Hey! What’s up?” She seemed cheery.
“Everything ok?” I asked.
“Yeah babe, why wouldn’t it be?” She said laughing, as if she didn’t text me all night long.
“Just making sure. I’m glad you had fun last night! It was fun.”
“When I’m done with you, your balls will be empty,” she said erotically and then hung up.
At work she didn’t text me at all. I got home and noticed I had a dozen roses at my door with a package. I opened the package and it was some sexy boxer briefs that had roosters all over them that had printed “nice cock”.
There was a note with the roses that read:
“Dear Lover,
Imagine feeling the tug of someone’s soul, like a magnet. I am so pulled to you, and just want you to know how much I am in love with you. You are perfect, you are handsome – you’ve got that tall dark mysterious look going on and I love everything about it. When you entered me, you entered my soul – and we became one. I can feel you, I know you. I am all yours, there is nothing that can separate our two souls being together. You are my soul mate, and I know you can feel that too. We are meant to be.
Always yours,
Missy”
We barely knew each other. That’s what confused me the most, how was she jumping to these insane levels when we only went on one date? I started to have second thoughts, I knew crazy women were good in the sack, but I didn’t know if I wanted to deal with this level of craziness just for good sex. I decided I’d break it off, it was too much and I was getting nervous.
I called her up, “Hey Missy!”
“Babe! I was getting worried, my poor pussy is so lonely. Don’t neglect your lady…”
I ignored her, “Thank you so much for the flowers, you didn’t need to do tha-“
“Oh! I’m glad you liked them, I’ll be heading over to your place in a few minutes – see you soon my love!” she hung up.
I shook my head. This chick was fucking insane. I was kind of aroused by it. No one ever gave me this much attention, or made me feel so wanted. Not only that, she has beautiful tits and a body that is divine.
There was a knock on my door, softly at first but then it was pounding, then to doorbell rang over and over – I rushed to the door. It was Missy. Tears streamed down her face, and I opened my front door.
“What the fuck dude,” she sobbed.
“What?” I asked, wondering what the hell she was so upset about.
“All fucking day I don’t hear from you I got worried and I thought you found someone else and were fucking around on me!”
She moved past me, pushed past the door and started looking from room to room in my house.
“If I catch a bitch in here she’s going to get hurt. I’ll fucking hurt her. I don’t give a fuck.”
I sat down on the couch, I thought it was kind of funny that she was acting like this. I turned the TV on and let her roam around and do what she needed to do. I heard her rummage through my dresser drawers, moving furniture too. I just shook my head. I don’t know what got into me, maybe it was an attempt to piss her off or just see her reaction – so I loaded up the web browser on my smart TV and went to a well known porn website and searched for ‘lesbian porn’. I put it on and turned on my stereo system to make sure it was loud.
Two women were scissoring and moaning loud, Missy stomped into the room, her face red with anger.
“Fucking FUCK YOU,” she yelled. I got up and moved towards her, she seemed a bit taken aback.
I grabbed her by the throat, “You better calm the fuck down,” I whispered, the two women on the TV moaning in the background. Then I kissed her and shoved her down on the couch. My hands ripped her blouse off and exposed her bra, her eyes widened. It was like I wasn’t in control anymore, I found myself pulling off her pants, her underwear, and then her bra. My teeth bit into her nipple, and she let out a slight wince of pain. She started fumbling with my zipper and my pants – pulling them down. I bit into her neck, and sucked hard – making a bruise, marking her. Her hands gripped my cock.
“Yeah?” she moaned looking into my eyes, “yeah? You want this?”
I grabbed her by the throat again, not gently, but forcefully, and I started to squeeze, I jammed my cock in her cunt, I didn’t give a fuck – she wasn’t even wet so I gripped her throat harder and slammed my dick in.
She started gasping for breath and I released her, and then bit into her neck again.
“You’re mine!” I yelled, “I fucking OWN you!” My cock jamming inside her hole.
“YES!” she screamed. I bit her lip. She was getting off on this, so was I.
I grabbed her by the hair and turned her around doggy style – I saw her pink little anus inviting me in, so I spit on it and pushed my hard dick against her tight shithole.
“NO!” she panted, “I don’t do ANAL!”
I pushed her head down into the couch and slammed my cock in her asshole. She screamed, and it pushed me to violate her even more. I rammed my cock in her ass, she screamed in pain and then relented, seemingly almost passing out for how intense the agony was. She grunted as I held her down, pumping my thick cock in her violated ass. She stopped trying to fight it, and her body went a bit limp. I pulled my dick out of her asshole and slid it into her pussy.
“Fuck…” she said hoarsely. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.
“You’re a bad girl, a bad naughty little slut!” I yelled at her, pummeling her cunt as hard as I could.
“Yes! I’m a bad girl!” she cried as I spanked her and fucked her.’
Her ass was bright red, even swelling a little from the strikes my hand left on her ass cheeks.
I pulled out, “Suck it!” I demanded.
She turned around and faced my cock, putting her lips on it. Her hair was done up in cute little short pigtails, and I grabbed them and pulled her in to face fuck my dick.
“I said suck it, you cunt!”
She started choking on my cock, tears swelling up in her eyes. I pulled out of her throat and mouth and sat down next to her – I had to get ahold of myself, before I hurt her.
“Hey…” she murmured, her makeup and eyeliner running. She was a mess.
“I-“ I couldn’t say anything, I just sat there looking at what I did to her. Her neck was bruised from my bite marks, her body looked so frail, she was shaking a bit.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, almost like she did something wrong. The lesbian porn continued on both women moaning as one of them started squirting.
I shook my head, “because I don’t want to hurt you.”
She moved in and kissed my lips softly, her hands clasped my face, “you’re a nice man… and I know I can be a handful. I have issues. I know I have issues.”
Her hands trailed my chest, and we looked into each other’s eyes.
“Fuck,” I said, turning away.
“I’ll leave… I’ll leave you alone, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said as she started getting up off the couch.
I grabbed her wrist, “It’s not that, it’s that I find you… fascinating. I crave your attention. I think it’s due to so many people just kind of ignoring me in my life. But you? You actually see me. You actually want me,” I said as she sat back down.
She leaned against me and put her arm around me, her attention was drawn to the TV, watching the two lesbians lick and suck each other.
“I fucked a girl once,” she said, “well, maybe twice.”
She sighed, “Maybe I should tell you more about me so you know what you’re getting into. You’re right, I am a whore, a slut. I’ve been with a lot of people, as a matter of fact you’re number 41. I usually get dumped on my ass pretty quick because I have trust issues and I get jealous for stupid reasons. I’m starting therapy – I actually called a therapist today, not just because I understand that I have a problem, but because I met you and I like you a lot, fuck I even was saying I love you… and I know that was way too soon. And the first time we were together I fucked myself with a loaded gun just to throw you off and confuse you, so you would run off scared like all the others – but you didn’t. You didn’t run. When you didn’t run I tried so hard to find a fault with you – and then my brain convinced me that somehow I was just a side chick to you. Hell I was even thinking you were secretly married. I may have a fetish for cum, and even being hurt – yet I don’t want to be. Sometimes the pain feels so good to me because it makes me feel human instead of being so fucking numb. And you… you make me feel real, and not numb.”
There was a long silence, and then I said, “I don’t care how many people you’ve been with – I think society puts that stigma on people and it’s stupid. Why can’t women have fun too? And I kind of have a creampie fetish,” I said, smirking, “and that pussy of yours is divine as hell… and you let me cum in it.”
“I’m going to try not to be the psycho everyone obviously warned you about, but I can’t promise I won’t fuck up from time to time,” she said, her hand gently touching my cheek.
I kissed her, and we made love. The lesbians on TV moaned in orgasmic delight as Missy shuttered and came on my cock. After I pumped her full of cum, we relaxed and talked more. We definitely came to an understanding that day.

I’ve been dating Missy for 3 years, we’re engaged now. She’s healed so much over the years – we now live together and are trying to start a family. She’s been off birth control for 3 months, and I’ve been seeding her pussy almost every day. There has been a few times when Missy lost touch with reality, but for the most part she’s been trying to enjoy her life with me.
I did tell her that if she had an itch to scratch, if she wanted another dude that she could have fun – but she just shook her head and said, “Your cock is the only one I want, but I might want to scratch my pussy on another woman… and you can watch if you want?”
“I’ll participate.” I said.
“Okay,” Missy said and kissed me, “I know the perfect person we can fuck.”
I grabbed her ass, “Damn, you’re such a slut!”
She winked at me, “Yes, but I’m your slut. I can’t wait until you meet Jillian! We have to get this shit out of the way before you knock me up!”
I laughed, “Jillian?”
“She’s my side piece,” Missy said.
“For how long?” I asked, not wanting to seem like I was jealous.
“For when I’m single and lonely, but I haven’t talked to her in 3 years… since we met. But I’m sure she’s down to fuck.”
“You’re not going to get mad if I fuck her?” I asked with suspicion.
“Babe, I’m going to be guiding your beautiful cock inside her while I lick her clit. One thing, you can only cum in me, ok? That cum is mine. Your babies are mine.”
“I’ll do this only if you want to do this, it’s all up to you – I just want you to be a happy woman.”
“I think if we have fun together like this sometimes it will be fine,” Missy smacked my ass, and then asked, “should I bring the gun when we fuck Jillian so I can stick it in her pussy??”
This might be continued… depends on reception.

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I sat at the bar on New Years eve, pondering life. There has been so many ups and downs, especially the downer of how my wife decided to leave me for a married couple. The funny thing was, we never had any issues – it was just out of the blue. When she came to me about it all, she said it wasn’t me, that she just wanted to explore her sexuality and that she was being selfish. She said she didn’t mean to hurt me, and even let me keep the car, the house – hell I got to keep everything. We had no kids as she was infertile, which was fine. Me being 46, no kids, no wife – I was just kind of done with everything.
So there I was, drowning my sorrows and in my own thoughts, and this girl sits down next to me. I thought nothing of it, I was too invested in self-pity. Fuck I didn’t even notice her sit down until she ordered a beer.
“What would you like miss?” The bartender asked as he wiped the counter down.
“I don’t like domestic, gives me a headache, do you have Newcastle or Guinness?” she asked with a soft voice. Good choice, I thought – and I was pulled to pay for her drink but decided self-pity was the theme of the evening.
“We’ve got both”
“I’ll get a Guinness then!”
“Hey, you need a refill?” I heard her ask. I didn’t think she was talking to me, but I noticed my glass was almost empty, I turned to see who she was talking to. I almost fell out of my chair, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her bobbed black hair framed her face perfectly, her luscious lips sparkled and her eyes seemingly looked right into my soul.
“Oh um, me? I might call it a night,” I said to her as I shyly looked away.
“That sucks, I’ll tell you what, and it sure looks like you could use someone to talk to – so stick around. I’ve got this round, you get the next?” She smiled and checked her phone.
I looked at the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having,” and I looked at her, “thank you for your kindness.”
I don’t know why I said that, it just came out of me – “thank you for your kindness??” are you fucking kidding me? Yet, it seemed to work.
“I’m Cindy, happy New Year to you…”
I smiled, “I’m Mike, happy New Year to you too, pleasure to meet you.”
The bartender came with our drinks and we clinked them together, “to better days, yeah Mike?”
“To better days, Cindy, I sure need them!” I laughed.
“Why, what’s up? Tell me about yourself, Michael!” She said, using my full name – which was shocking, no one ever did that, so it was strange to hear.
“Oh boy, my tragic life, it’s pretty uninteresting. Where do I start? My wife left me a year ago to live with a married couple she’s been screwing around with behind my back, but at least she left me with everything – we got divorced, and well, I haven’t heard from her since. Which is fine I guess. I can’t complain about my job, I love my job. I work with labor unions, organizing non-union workers and helping people get a decent wage…”
Cindy took a sip of her Guinness, “how crazy is that, what your wife did? If you really love someone you wouldn’t do that – I’m so sorry that happened to you. Hell, she could have at least asked you to join them! If it’s any consolation, I got dumped by my fiancé 2 years ago and haven’t looked back. I figure once someone breaks trust like that, there’s no going back. I don’t even really think about him anymore at all.”
“Yeah, I thought she was the one, ya know? And I’m sure you thought your ex was the one too – otherwise you wouldn’t have been engaged, right?”
“It always amazes me how people lack compassion and empathy these days. We’re a rare breed you and I…” she took another sip of her drink, “People who actually give a fuck… who care, it’s so damn rare. She hurt you out of her selfish needs, as did my ex. The hell with both of them!”
I laughed, “agreed, the hell with them,” I raised my glass and we clanked them together and laughed.
We talked for hours, it was almost 10:30 PM, and Cindy showed me the time on her phone “the end of 2024 is almost here.”
“Hopefully that’s a good thing, Cindy.”
“Hey, you want to bring in the New Year with me? My place or yours? Why stick around in a bar when we both can talk and chill together?”
I was a bit shocked, “Are you sure you want to bring in the New Year with a 46 year old guy who’s probably going through a midlife crisis?”
She smirked, “Dude, you’re hot. I like older men. You got that salt and pepper hair, tall dark and handsome, with those dark brown eyes I could lose myself in… I’ll cure that midlife crisis of yours,” she laughed and nudged my shoulder.
“I’m not far away, my house is just down the road a bit…” I told her, and then asked, “How old are you?”
She bit her lip, “Don’t freak out, I know I’m a bit young – I’m 24. And I trust you, I know people pretty good, I’ve got a good sense about people – you give me a good vibe, so yeah, let’s head to your place.”
She followed me to my house, we both parked in my driveway and went inside. I took her jacket and hung it up, then showed her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and giggled.
“What kind of movies do you like? I’m going to guess science fiction and fantasy from the figurines on the TV cabinet,” she said pointing to a dragon figurine.
“You would be correct! I love sci-fi and fantasy, a lot!”
“Oh we’re going to get along just fine, Mike – just to let you know I’m not into sports… at all.”
My heart skipped, “Neither am I – I find them boring! Oh shit, let me get you a drink. How’s rum and Coke?”
“Perfect! Oh shit we forgot to get Champaign!”
“I actually got some from Costco the other day, it was a $50 bottle and I planned staying here for New Years and not going out but… well luckily I did!”
I chilled the Champaign on ice as we drank our rum and Cokes and got to know each other even more.
As midnight approached I got the Champaign ready and got a couple of Champaign glasses – we counted down together, “3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!!!”
I found myself in her arms, our lips were touching, our tongues were exploring. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me against her body. I could feel her soft breasts pushing into my chest as my hand gently caressed her face.
We must have kissed for 20 minutes straight, and our hands began to wander. She pulled back, again biting her lower lip.
“I don’t fuck on the first date,” she said with a sly smile, “but we’re not on a date!”
She unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and started sucking my cock. I leaned back on the couch and let her go to town. Her sexy black bobbed hair swayed and caressed her face as she swallowed the whole of my cock. She quickened the pace, jerking me off and sucking as my cock got harder and harder – I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped her, and pushed her down on the couch. I pulled her shirt up, undid her bra and pulled her pants and panties off. I started licking her lovely soft breasts, teasing her hard nipples and worked my way down to her completely shaved (waxed) pussy. My face dove right in. Her juices were sweet, succulent, she tasted like no other women I’ve ever been with. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and quivering with each lick. I pushed a finger inside her, she was tight as hell. I started working my finger as my tongue lapped at her dripping cunt. She exploded in pleasure, literally. I’ve never been with a woman who can squirt, but she did – the warm fluid gushed on to my chin, on to my chest as she writhed in orgasmic delight. She let out a guttural scream, “FUCKKKK!! OH MY FUCKING GOD MIKE!!” Cindy nearly passed out.
I cuddled into her as she was recovering, she started stroking my hair, “holy fuck – who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you learn how to do that??”
“What?” I asked.
“No one has ever made me squirt, I’m the only person that can do it – you’re the first person to ever get it right!” she was panting.
“Oh you’re in a lot of trouble mister,” she said as she pushed me back, and started sucking my cock to get it rock hard again. When she got it hard enough she mounted it, taking it all inside of her. She started riding me, her breasts bouncing on my chest as her lips met mine. Her pussy was way too tight, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
“Holy fuck you’re so god damned tight Cindy… I’m not going to last long…”
“GOOD!” She pushed me deeper into her tight hot hole, looking into my eyes – she was mesmerized, as was I.
“Such a beautiful cock Mike, oh so good….” She said as her cunt stroked me deep inside her.
“Cindy….” I murmmered as my hands gently clenched her cloudy soft breasts.
“Give me all of your cum Mike, fill me up…” Cindy whispered.
I did. I erupted deep inside her, my cock jumped and pulsed as cum sprayed inside of her. She moaned and began grinding my dick in her pussy. I could feel every detail of the inside of her tight pussy, she was milking my cock dry. There was so much cum her tight little cunt couldn’t hold it all, so it started dripping out and down my balls. She got off me, and I felt her mouth licking the cum off my cock and balls. After she was done she cuddled into me.
“That was perfect,” Cindy sighed.
“Can I get your number?” I asked jokingly.
“Ya think??” she laughed.
We both got serious for a second, “would you be opposed for me taking you out on a date?”
She kissed my lips, “I’d love that. But remember, I don’t fuck on the first date!”
We both laughed.
“Cindy, seriously, I’ve never met anyone like you and honestly dating you wouldn’t really be about the sex, it’s about getting to know you – because it just seems like you were put in my life for a reason.”
“Mike, everything happens for a reason. I’m a big believer in that. Bad things happen and we learn lessons from them. Good things happen and fill us with joy and happiness. So, let me be clear – I won’t ever cheat on you Mike, I know that I’m just saying words to you – but I know how it feels. And I know you’ll never cheat on me either, because you’re a 46 year old guy banging a 26 year old.”
We laughed.
“Cindy, you’re way mature for your age – I don’t even see your age.”
“Oh, I see your age – that’s a kink of mine,” she smiled, “don’t get offended if I start calling you daddy, and beg you to spank me for being a bad girl.”
“Oh you’re a bad girl, huh?” I said as my hand smacked her ass.
“Oh daddy, I’ve been so bad…”
We ended up fucking again, this time doggy style. I was trying to go soft on her with the spanking but she kept telling me to smack her ass harder. I did.
“I’m so fucking bad daddy, spank me!!! HARDER!! HARDER DADDY!”
She has so much energy, and she got off from me spanking her while fucking her from behind. She came, her ass jiggled and I couldn’t hold off, and came inside her again.
We both collapsed – we were exhausted.
“We forgot to drink the Champaign.”
I showed her were my bedroom was, and she stayed the night. We both fell asleep in each other’s arms and when I woke up, she was still there. I made her breakfast and we spent the day together. We fucked a few times more on New Years Day too. I got her number, and we’ve been seeing each other every day. I took her out to eat on Saturday – it was a good date. At the end of the date I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment.
We kissed and she asked if I wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. I smirked and pinned her up against her apartment door, “I’m going to break you of that fucking on a first date rule,” my hands groped her breasts.
She opened the door to her apartment, shut it and we fucked right there on the floor. I ended up staying the night. I’m seeing her again tonight, she’s coming over to my house.
Yesterday I actually asked her if she is on birth control, her only response was “nope.”
My response, “good.”
She responded back with the smiley face emojie with hearts for eyes.
“Breed me daddy.”
Sure, we’re moving way too fucking fast – but life is life. I don’t give a fuck. I think I’ll eventually ask her to move in, and perhaps if all goes well – perhaps to spend her life with me. I know there is a massive age difference. I’ll be 62 and she’ll be 44, I’ll be 72 and she’ll be 54. But at least we would be happy in knowing we were in good company. Shit, I sound like I’m falling in love… I probably am in love.
I confess I’m in love with a girl I met 8 days ago.

Does my wife’s tits and big nipples get your cock hard. Let her know, he’ll show her. We will post more if she gets some attention. 

I confess that I'm a straight white guy that is crazy for big black cocks. I wish I was mugged by 5 black thugs that took my phone and discover my BBC pictures collection and they start to beat me up and humiliate me