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NAUGHTIER THAN SHE LOOKS

Tyler Mackey

Copyright 2018 Tyler Mackey

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NAUGHTIER THAN SHE LOOKS

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NAUGHTIER THAN SHE LOOKS

 

It always makes me laugh when someone thinks they can tell the freakiness of a woman based solely on her looks. Don’t get me wrong, there are some women that advertise their sluttiness loud and clear, with tattoos everywhere and skimpy outfits. But there are plenty of other sluts out there too, hiding behind a cute face and a conservative outfit, just waiting to be found out.

In my experience, (which is pretty damn extensive, by the way) these “closet sluts” seem to end up being even freakier and more perverted than their more obvious counterparts. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, perhaps there is some level of expectations being exceeded that comes into play, but for some reason, when the cute little blonde with an innocent face and wide eyes wearing a virginal white dress turns out to be a slut, she ends up being more perverted than usual.

Take Vicki, for example.

She was browsing the fiction aisle at a bookstore when I saw her, taking her time, looking at crime novels. After picking up the book I came in for, I wandered over towards her, attracted, as I always was, by something about her. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, nothing conscious, but I’d always had a nose for sluts and had learned to trust me instincts. They rarely led me astray.

And they certainly didn’t in this case.

After a few innocent comments about what we liked to read and what we could recommend to each other, we started getting a little more personal. Before long we were discussing issues that were wholly inappropriate for the aisles of a bookstore in the middle of the afternoon.

After a good ten minutes of hanging out, Vicki asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a cup of coffee. I, of course, accepted. So we paid for our books and I followed her home.

Once we were there she didn’t waste any time on particulars. Immediately after we entered her apartment, Vicki closed the door behind us, then slipped her dress off, right there in the living room. I wasn’t shocked to see that she didn’t have a bra on underneath, but I was a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“They just get in the way,” she said when I asked her about it.

I laughed and shook my head. I’d known that underneath the innocent façade she was a slut, but I hadn’t realized how big of one. This was going to be even better than I’d thought.

Vicki had a pretty good body, nothing spectacular but certainly nothing to scoff at. Pale skin, small but perky tits, a pretty flat stomach, nice legs. Not exactly a sexy woman, but cute as a button, and from the looks of things absolutely no shame whatsoever, which was by far the most important thing as far as I was concerned.

“Do you like what you see?” Vicki asked, spinning her body around, giving me a good look at her cute little butt.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I said as I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. It wasn’t rock hard yet but it was quickly getting there. “What about you? Do you like what you see?”

“Very much so,” Vicki said. “Although I’m not gonna lie. It’s bigger than I was expecting.”

I wasn’t surprised. It was something I heard a lot. While not ridiculously huge, my cock was a good 7 inches fully hard, and proportionally it looked even bigger due to my thin frame. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“Oh, I know I can handle it.”

“Prove it,” I said.

“It would be my pleasure,” Vicki said, dropping to her knees. She wrapped one hand around my shaft, then opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. She worked the tip of my cock with her mouth while stroking my shaft with her hand, quickly bringing me to full attention.

“You’re pretty good at that,” I said.

“I’m more than pretty good,” Vicki replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth and smacking it against her cheek before once again wrapping her lips around it.

I shuddered slightly as she effortlessly took my cock halfway down and began to bob her head forward and back, taking me further and further inside her mouth until she was swallowing the entire thing.

Vicki worked my cock in long, deep strokes, making it disappear and reappear with regularity, expertly maintaining a medium pace while exerting the perfect amount of pressure to provide intense stimulation without making it unbearable.

After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Vicki let my cock slide from her mouth. She gathered up the leftover saliva and spit it on my cock and then used her hands to work it in, jerking me off two-handed while she looked up at me.

“Before we go any further,” she said. “I have to warn you about something.”

“What’s that?” I asked, even though I knew what she was going to say. I was a slut magnet, after all. I’d had this conversation more than a few times.

“You’ve probably figured this out by now, but I like getting a little crazy in the sack,” she said. “I’m not one for just regular, boring old sex.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” I said, trying not to smile.

“Is that okay with you?” she asked.

“Oh, I think I can deal with it,” I said, my smile breaking through.

“Yeah, I kind of got the feeling you would,” Vicki said, matching my grin, continuing to jerk me off all the while. “That’s why I brought you back here in the first place. You looked like you weren’t afraid to get a little freaky.”

“Not at all,” I said. “The way I figure it, there’s no reason not to. After all, you only live once. Might as well get the most out of life.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Vicki said. “So let’s have some fun.”

And with that, she spun me around so my back was to her and put her hands on my ass.

“Bend over,” she said.

After I did as I was told, Vicki spread my ass cheeks apart and started licking my asshole, going to town on it without any hesitation whatsoever.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath.

Reaching around, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started jerking me off. With her other hand she enclosed my balls and massaged them, rolling them around in her hands, squeezing them together, pulling down on them. Then she stuck her rigid tongue inside my asshole and started bouncing her face back and forth against my ass, forcing her tongue deeper inside me with every thrust.

My eyes were closed and my hands were gripping the back of the couch tightly enough to leave marks in the cushions. It felt incredible having her tongue in my ass. Not only the physical tingling sensation that ran up my spine, but the sheer filthiness of what she was doing, not to mention the energy she poured into it. I’d had my asshole licked before, but never with such verve and vigor. It was obvious that Vicki truly enjoyed it.


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