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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Pulling Chicks Is Easy {Meremere13} {MFF cons}
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Notice: The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone
not an adult is hereby warned to go away.
Pulling Chicks Is Easy
by Meremere13
I am a cool looking spunk - 5ft 10, 120lbs of lean muscle - pound
for pound I am one of the strongest people anyone is ever going to
meet down a dark alley on their worst day. I have over the collar
thick black hair, strong white teeth, brown eyes with red flecks.
I am one of the smoothest dancer around - I can shake it with the
best of them. More importantly I can hold up my end of a
conversation on any topic. When bullshitting with the guys -
sport, philosophy, commerce, politics, whatever. When the
ladies want it, I have a line on all the best places to eat, get
your face, hair, nails and teeth done, places to shop, places to
not. I am a walking holiday guide, where to go, what to pay, who
to avoid and when. Whatever the topic, whatever you want, I can
talk about it, all in a smooth, silky, courteous voice.
I can even carry a tune, not as good as Elvis or Julio mind, but I
can definitely hold up my end at karaoke. With all these blessings
it will come as no surprise to anyone that I can pull the chicks -
young, old, big, small, married, single I can pull them all and I
have. I can come across as anything they want, from the Archangel
right on down to Old Nick himself. Whatever you want sugar I am.
Pull chicks, me? Fuck, I'm the king of pull.
To prove to you what I mean I will tell you about this really good
looking girl I pulled last week. A sweet youngster, slim and blond
in a swirling, short summer dress that exposed the top of the
creamiest bosom you could ever imagine and beautiful long legs with
the merest hint of white knickers when she twirled while dancing.
A dimple on each rosy cheek and the largest swimming pool blue eyes
you could ever hope to fall into. The old crocodile in me just
couldn't help itself, I just had to chat her up.
These days I drive a black two-door Mercedes. I dress in black
suits, silk shirts and ties. I gold accessorize - discreet watch,
a ring or two, cigarette case and lighter. I drink champagne and
when challenged I take my liquor straight up and wash it down with
imported beer. Expensive, sharp and as smooth as they come, that's
me. I walked right on over and turned it on.
In no time at all she and I were getting on like a house on fire.
For the next three hours she had one of the best times of her young
life. We talked, we danced, we drank and we laughed and before she
knew it we were the very best of friends. When the band slowed down
to a waltz she came into my arms and we cruised. I told her how
beautiful she was and she pressed that hot, sweet body into me and
sighed. Every young buck in the place was spewing - fucking lucky
cunt you could hear them muttering. Outwardly I gave no sign of
noticing but I did give one young fellow a quick glance. He
got the message and he hated me. The message "Suck on this mate".
I asked if she would like a ride home and she said yes. When she
sat her pretty bum down on the seat of my car, I could see she was
enjoying the feel of that expensive leather brushing the back of her
thighs. I turned the key, slipped the clutch and we were gone with
Marvin Gaye singing 'Lets Get It On' over the system. She loved it,
the power and feel of a really expensive car. I looked over at her
and gave her my most sincere smile and that little girl lit up like
a christmas tree. I asked if she could reach in to the glove box and
fetch out one of the smokes there. I asked her to light it for me as
I was driving. As she did so, she gave a little ooh! and so she
should have. What she thought was going to be a cigarillo was the
smoothest hand-rolled custom joint a person could hope for. She had
another go it and said "Wow! nice". I told her to hang on to it
until we got to her place. By the time we got there the joint was
down to a roach and Marvin was into `Sexual Healing'. She had
slipped down in the seat and her dress was halfway up her thighs.
She was hot, loose and looking it.
I slipped out of the car and around to her side. I opened her door,
reached in and lifted her up into my arms. She put one arm around
my shoulder and laid her pretty blond head on my chest and starting
singing to herself. Marvin Gaye. Very nice. All the way up the
path I touched her up, gently squeezing behind her knee and on her
side where the breast and underarm come together.
When we got to her door I slowly eased her down onto to her feet and
her body followed mine all the way down, close and intimate. I
raised her face up with my hands, looked deep into those eyes and
told her what I great time I had had and what a beautiful person she
was. I leaned my face down to meet hers and her hips twitched
forward ever so slightly. She knew that I noticed and she blushed
and looked down. I brushed my lips softly against her brow and she
trembled and I just held her. She asked me if I wanted to come
inside and that's when we both knew she was mine. I gently raised
her face and told her that I couldn't, she tried to say something
but I gently shushed her, gave her a quick cuddle and left her
standing. Halfway down the path I turned around and gave her a wave
and smiled at her.
It was a sight to break anyone's heart. There she was holding the
hem of her dress to her eyes bawling, a wee bit angry for sure, but
mostly just hot, frustrated and feeling sorry for herself. Beautiful
long legs, a small white patch of knickers and so very vulnerable.
My ego couldn't take it. I just had to go back for another taste.
So I did.
I walked back up to her, took her in my arms and told her I was
sorry but I was seeing someone else and I didn't want to hurt her and
that's why I had to go. She told me that it didn't matter and I told
her that it did. Then she cried even more - ashamed now as well.
In the most gentle of tones I told her that if I hadn't been seeing
someone else I would have been free to love her forever, she was so
beautiful. Talk about a bucketfest of tears. Gratitude now, as well.
This girl's emotions were utterly fucked over. She didn't know one
end from up and the dope wasn't helping her either.
By now she had both arms around my neck, her face pressed into my
neck. What made it for me was she still had the hem of her dress in
one hand and her firm sweet lower body was naked apart from the most
delicate pair of knickers you could ever hope to fondle. Her naked
thighs and belly were pressed up against me and I could feel her
heat. A delicious sensation.
I asked her to please stop crying because she was breaking my heart
and if she didn't stop I would start crying myself. She looked up
and there they were - two of the biggest and best crocodile tears in
the business running down my face. She gave me the most wonderful
smile, one of the "I knew you loved me really" kind and I
gave her back my absolutely best "I know, I can't help it, isn't life
a tragedy" smiles. I wiped away her tears, she wiped away mine, she
kissed me, I kissed her back and she went for it - tongue and groove.
Me I got busy with my hands. With one hand I started to stroke her
hair and the other her naked back. Slowly, gently. I started
working my hand into her hair easing forward onto the scalp on the
back of her head and down around the back and sides of her neck,
slowly gently in small intimate loving circles. My other hand was
all the while drifting further and further south, smooth even
strokes and lazy circles until it was getting a good feel of that
knicker encased bum. Then I got my tongue going and dear reader let me
tell you French is my middle name.
A couple of good reaches and her hips started to give it up. Eager,
pressing, demanding. I was getting off on this chick myself in a
cerebral sort of way. It takes a wee bit more than a horny bit of
fluff to get me going though.
Anyway, I have my fingers slipping down between the cleft of her
buttocks by now, gently brushing the bud of her bumhole and dipping
further to stroke her lips, up and down, round and round, touch and
withdraw, easy, light and gentle. Her legs have opened slightly and
man is she wet. When she starts pushing back against my hand I slip my
fingers right around, up and in. Her hands flutter away to the side,
her nostrils flare and I pull my tongue out. She takes a deep breath
of air and I shove my tongue right back down her throat and my
fingers in hard right up to the knuckles. She nearly fucking chokes
on my tongue, her legs are wide open now and trembling something
wicked - with one hand holding the back of her neck and the other
jammed up her from behind, she isn't going anywhere. Now, she's
humping and bucking, and small mewling sounds escape from her mouth
every time I pull my tongue out to let her breathe. Nothing matters
anymore - she just wants it.
I pull my fingers out and reach right under and grab her pelvic bone,
flex my knees and lift her straight up in the air. Her legs have got
nowhere to go but up, out and around my body. I have her up past my
belt buckle and a face full of bosom. I slip my thumb back inside her
and her body drops down slightly, swallowing it all. Her thighs clamp
around my waist, her forearms resting on my shoulders, her weight on
balanced on the palm of my hand. Fuck she feels good hanging there
all, accepting my strength without question. Power and strength -
fucking awesome. I start to give her the clit squeeze - fingers and
thumb coming together - thumb on the inside, fingers on the clit.
I start kissing the tops of her bosom. She reaches in and pops the
buttons on her bodice and there they are. Beautiful engorged deep red
nipples and I french them with my mouth. Licking, nibbling, sucking,
rolling, lips and tongue, lips and tongue - gentle and loving. Between
the clit squeeze and the nipple baiting she didn't have a chance. She
went off like a skyrocket, juddering, shaking, flaring and screaming
into the night. Me, I lifted her straight up, sat her on my shoulders,
buried my face in her steaming hot pussy and took a good long hard
suck. Fuck me if she didn't go off again.
I gently eased her down - I had to hang onto her for a while because
she was having trouble standing. Anyway we straighten her dress, I
whispered goodnight and she started bawling again, from happiness this
time I suspect. This time though, I was definitely out of there.
I cruised away in the car. Put my boy Marvin back on, put my hand
down my pants and give myself a good long stroke or two. I could do
with a bit myself now I think. So it's back to the apartment, strip
off and into the shower. When, I get out I take a look at myself in
the mirror. Strong lean hard muscle, fuck I look good. I run my hand
over my chest, firm and powerful - trained down perfectly - down over
my smooth, hard belly - abs to die for - and gently down lower and
lower to finally grip and fondle my pussy. Aah! who loves you baby.
While some guys seem to have a lot of trouble pulling chicks, I never
seem too, and I am fucked if I know why that is.
-end
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