“I aim to please.” “You weren’t that much of a gentleman earlier…” she said, half whiny, as if it was expected of me, half seducingly, as ...f she loved it. “You didn’t want me to be,” I countered, grinning. When I took to massaging her sides, her ribs, I felt a certain wetness on my thigh. As she wasn’t wearing any panties – she’d told me she lost them in the club yesterday – the juices of her snatch flushed through the fabric of her pants and mine as well. When she looked down and realized, she. This is the first of my slutty stories series. Let's get started!It was in the Spring of 2010, and I had just turned 18 a week before this happened. I decided that since I was now old enough, that I would put out an ad online to see how many guys wanted to fuck me. I was surprised when my inbox was flooded with replies. One particular response caught my eye. He said he was in his 40's, could pick me up, take me to his hotel room, and I would be pleasuring him and a few friends. It sounded like. Suddenly he pulled out and turned me around manfully, roughly dragging me into the position he wanted now. He pushed on my back and I bent over, bracing a hand against the wall as his hands grasped at my ass, giving it a playful slap before again sliding the swollen tip of his hard-on between my pussy lips and slamming back in. Again I screamed out, wondering if any passing stranger might come to investigate and be met with the sight of me bent over with my lover holding onto my hips and. At the thought alone my heart beat faster. When she called me to drink tea together, I saw a piece of her colored bra or her panties, was under her clothing. my hormones screamed through my body. she talked to me about all sorts of things and after a few weeks I understood that she had lived together but that the man could not stand that she worked so much. She liked to cook and then invited family or friends. she didn't really have many friends because she didn't have the time or didn't want.