He started calling me a whore, slut, and all kinds of dirty names. It was such a turn on. I was feeling so good, again, and again as I slid up and dow... on his cock. I had control of how fast and how deep he went inside of me. I realized I was telling him how much I loved him, and that I'd do anything for him. I had grabbed the headboard for support and it was banging against the wall. He told me to look at the mirror on his dresser, and we watched ourselves fucking. We fucked like that for a. The baggage claim was practically deserted at this hour. At two o’clock in the morning, the only people around were haggard looking businessmen, a few anxiously waiting family members, and one very exhausted car rental clerk. Nervously, Leslie smoothed her hair, and once again checked her clothes. It had been so hard to find the right outfit to highlight her 5’10’ frame, waist length brown hair, and round face, but the money had been worth it. She knew Nate would love the short brown skirt and. If I'd have known I'd have been having sex for years." But you can't let some boy paw you," I moaned."Why not? It's so much fun!" she beamed."Boys don't know shit about making a woman feel good," I said."Well, I suppose you're right," she said. She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess if they do it enough, though, they'll get better. Maybe I should get a different boy to suck my pussy every day, until I find one who's good at it, like you."I cringed. I knew that any boy who got his mouth on her. My name is Emma, and I grew up in just such a lake town in Northern Minnesota. I’m married now, and moderately comfortable as the wife of a resort owner, although I do supplement our income with my own activities. Some resorts aren’t as successful as others, and I learned to give of myself to help us be successful. I will start out by describing my childhood, so you’ll better understand my later motivations. My father was a small contractor, more of a handyman really, who helped seasonal.