Erotic Nights Of A Shady Slut

This man was sickeningly beautiful. He wore the type of confidence that made him look like a golden god. He was something else. Something I'd never seen before, and quite frankly, I was pretty much occupied with the thought of him atop of me, so much that I didn't notice when he came up to me…

I met him at a private beach party sometime in late August. Ugh! I wish I could go on to say that he was tall, dark, and handsome, but I realize that would be too cliché.

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"I didn't know pretty sophisticated women came to places like this."

There he was, face-to-face with me. He was dashing, and I didn't realize when he came up to me.

"And what's that supposed to mean? Are you assuming that pretty sophisticated women don't have the type of fun people like you do?" I snapped back viciously.

"Oooh feisty! I mean no offense."

"Of course you didn't."

I could sense the look of admiration in his eyes. It was intense, deep, and questioning. Almost as if he were caught off guard by my rigidity.

"I'm Gerald, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Fatimah. Can't exactly say the same about you."

I wish I knew why I was acting all bitchy, especially when I knew how happy I was to be standing so close to him. I couldn't give the excitement away, so a little pretense was all I needed.

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“Get on your knees,” he commanded. “Lock your hands together behind your back.”

There I was, obedient to the man who owned me tonight. He came closer and placed his hand on my chin, raising it to meet his gaze.
“Open your mouth. Now tell me you’re my slut.”

“I’m your slut,” I cried out.

“Louder!” He exclaimed.

“I’m your little slut, Daddy.”

“Good girl," he said whilst caressing my face. “You know Daddy loves you, don’t you?”

I nodded my head like a puppy desperately awaiting its meal.

He lifted me and laid me gently on the bed, using his teeth to pull down my panties. I was soaking wet. Next thing I know, he flipped me over so skillfully like I weighed nothing. Before I could fathom his next move, he spanked me so hard on my butt cheeks that I moaned out loud.

This man felt unreal. He aroused every inch of my body, and the hairs on my skin responded graciously to his presence.

“I’m going to make you feel what nobody’s ever made you feel.” He whispered in my ears.

“Yes, Daddy. Ruin me tonight. I’m yours,” I cried out.

He smacked me on the face.

“Do you like that?”

“Mmhmm,” I nodded. I didn’t know what this experience was, but it felt oddly good.

My hands were tied behind me, my back arched like a cat, with my wet vagina awaiting the turbulent entry of his big, hard cock.

“How many men have been in there?”

“Huh?”

He smacked me again.

“I don’t know,” I cried. “Please fuck me now; I need you,” I begged.

“From now on, you’ll let no other man in. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please, stop punishing me and fuck me already,” I pleaded.

I was already dripping, and he rubbed his hand against my wetness and put it in his mouth. He was truly a nasty man.

Before I could utter another word, I felt the sharpness of his tool penetrate the depth of my soul. It was strong, long, and vicious. I was screaming with so much delight while he was hitting it.

My body moved to the rhythm of his thrusts. Every thrust sent a wave of electrifying energy coursing through my body, reawakening senses I thought were long dormant.

I moaned. Screamed. Cried.

He placed his left hand against my neck, pressing me against the bed, while his right hand held my waist, pulling it in position while he fucked me so hard. So fast. So good.

He was perfect. I’d never seen anything like it.

The next thing I know, he untied me and turned me around. We were face-to-face—my right leg raised on his shoulder, with his body positioned upward, and he went deeply inside me. I could feel his cock moving in my womb.

He pounded me so hard that the sounds of his cock against my wet vagina seemed to overwhelm my hushed moans. My breasts danced to the beat of the vibrations all over my body, while my eyes rolled to the back.

Every single impact was felt. My body responded actively to the authority this man commanded. It was like… I belonged to him.

…

It had been three days since the encounter with the stranger I met on the beach, and honestly, if you had asked me how everything happened so fast, I wouldn't have the answer for you. Because I don't know the answer myself. Things escalated so quickly; I didn't even realize when we appeared at his hotel room that same night. The same night he flipped my world over.

No contacts were exchanged. No names. No addresses. But I longed to see him again. To feel him once more.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, and days into weeks. Yet, this mysterious man was nowhere to be found. He lingered in my thoughts, and his shadows lurked in my room at night… My body was obsessing over what it could not understand.

Who really could he be? And why was I so hung up on him?

…

Two months later, I visited the hospital to consult a doctor. It was a matter of urgency.

I was asked to wait in the office. While I sat waiting, my desires got the best of me.
I immersed myself in a porn video with my ears plugged in, totally oblivious of the presence that stood beside me.

I felt a hand go down into my blouse, reaching for my breasts. I flinched, and I tried to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth, signaling me to be quiet. As soon as I saw his face, my heart raced.

It was him. The very man I had been longing for.

He quietly locked the door and pulled a chair beside me.

"Are you stalking me?" he said, wearing a smirk.

I tried to slap him, but he caught my hand.

"No need to get all worked up. We're in the hospital, remember?"

Helpless, I yielded.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting on you," I cried.

"I know. I'm sorry I left you," he said. “Is that what you want?” he continued.

“What do you mean?”

“What I caught you watching. Is that what you want me to do to you?”

Speechless and pulled into the abyss of yearning, I stared at his lips. Only.

He bent his face over my chest and bit my nipples through the fabric of my blouse. Instantly, they became hardened. Here I was, in the presence of the man who understood the biology of my body.

We kissed like nobody’s business. He pulled down my skirt, excited to see no panties on; he proceeded to devour my vagina. The way his tongue twirled around my clits and sucked on my juice drove me into an enchanted bliss.

Now erect like a ravenous animal, he lifted me onto his desk. With my legs spread out and him standing in between, he inserted his cock inside me. His thrusts were concrete, ruthless, and rapid.

The intensity of his cock in my vagina sent my legs shaking and my lungs gasping for air, while I tried to keep my voice down even when it seemed almost impossible.

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Suddenly, a knock is heard at the door.

We both stared at each other, trying to stay as silent as possible.

“Are you expecting someone?” I whispered.

“No, it’s not time for my next appointment yet,” he responded in a hushed tone.

The knock came again.

“Who’s there?”

"Sorry, Doc. I wanted to ask if you have a lady in there with you. Her husband's waiting for her; it's past her appointment time," the voice said.

My heart sank. I knew my secret was now in the open.

He stared at me with shock in his eyes.

“Yes, she is. Tell him she’ll be with him shortly.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Silence reigned afterwards. It felt deadly.

"Listen, I can explain—"

"Get out!"

"But— but if you could just—"

"I said leave. Don't make me repeat myself."

Defeated, I put my clothes on and left. My world felt empty, and I was crumbled… once again.

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I tried to visit the hospital several times to see him, but he always redirected other doctors to tend to me instead. The torture became too much, and I was losing my mind.

One day, I lurked in the parking lot, waiting for him to leave. I spent three hours waiting until he came out. He got into his car and drove off, while I followed him.
He pulled up to the front of his garage, and I parked down the road. He got out quickly and went inside. Now alone, I walked over to his house, looking inside from across his car.

He snuck up behind me, pressing me down on the windshield like a cop reprimanding a criminal.

"I told you to stay away from me, but you wouldn't listen. I'll teach you not to mess with me."

He said while he pulled up my dress, revealing my nakedness. “Since you want this dick so bad, I’ll give it to you tonight.” He continued.

He fingered me, and I moaned out loud.

“Shut up! My wife can hear you.”

Amazed, I turned to look at him.

"You thought you were the only one with secrets, huh?"

In that moment, I surrendered. We were both culpable.
“Now stay while I fuck the shit out of you, you unfaithful slut!”

I couldn't agree more.

He hit it from the back with so much heat and pressure that the car moved to the rhythm of my body against it. His groans aroused me, because his pleasure became mine too. We were two bodies wrapped up in one under the moon and the skies.

His grip on my waist, the dangling of my breasts, and the unending poundings were an eternal bliss I couldn’t trade for anything else.

“Does he fuck you like I do?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Whose slut are you?”

“All yours.”

“That’s right! You’re all mine. This pussy’s mine. I own you. All of you.”

He said as he finally groaned deeply, releasing his semen inside.

The peak satisfaction had come upon us. There we were—outside, I was leaning over the car with a naked man behind me, his semen dripping down my thighs. Even though the possibility of a passerby or his wife catching us seemed probable, we remained unfazed.

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We were like two peas in a pod—bound by a fatal attraction, with no compass pointing toward the north. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain…