We're too pleased with each other to date a man. In order to describe our day-to-day erotic episodes, it'll be appropriate for me to portray them as a...broad narrative.We are in our bedroom. It's the very room where I seduced her for the first time. She always puts on the see-through mini dresses, but without any underclothes, because I want her to be my slut for every night. She loves my bad girl looks with T-shirts and tight leather pants. We hug each other as I take her waist and our lips. “I can’t believe that. You’re a great guy. You’re good looking. And I might add, you have a great body. Who would turn down a date with you?”“I don’t know. I’ve never asked anyone out,” I admitted, getting a bit more withdrawn.“WHAT?” Tasha said a bit too loud.“Look, Tasha, I can count on less than one finger the number of dates I’ve been on. I don’t date, OK?”“That makes no sense. I mean did you have a really bad date one time in high school or what?”“Tasha my reasons are pretty personal. I. ." I gasped, "a fantasy..."CracK! My arse cheeks stung and I felt a shameful wetness building in my pussy along with a desperate urge to grind my groin against the broken-down wall I was folded over.I felt a finger slide along my exposed slit."You're already wet, you cheap slut," he said. His hands gripped my hips and suddenly his mouth was on me, a stiff demanding tongue pressing into my pussy, turning me on more than I'd ever felt before. His fingers pried me open and he licked deeper. I. She took my cock in her hands, never taking her eyes off me and started slowly stroking it. Here was this beautiful woman that I find so sexy, stroking my cock in a most unexpected turn of events. She left one hand on my cock and started running the other up and down my fishnet-covered legs. She seemed to be very excited by this and her hands definitely drove me crazy, no matter where they played. As incredible as this was, she then leaned forward and, at the same second her soft brown hair.