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Even if you are getting married pretty soon and your bride loves you, it’s so easy to step off the right path and dive into the lake of passion and adultery…

This story started off with an ad in the newspaper. I and my future wife were looking for a small TV-set to buy. I didn’t want to get a brand new one from the store, it was too expensive for us back than. I and my girl just got engaged and we didn’t want to get something we would through away sooner or later when moving to the new house. So I looked up and picked the one that sounded best.

I called up and a lady answered the phone. We arranged the time and I went over to her house. I rang the bell and this gorgeous girl opened the door. She looked 25 or so. Very slim wearing a neat short dress she had amazing eye lashes. She looked at me so cute and asked me:

“Are you the guy who called for the TV set?”

“Yeah… mam, I’m the one.”

And in my thoughts I wanted to lick her out.

“Come on in. It’s in the kitchen.”

I followed her and checked out the calling view of the finely chiselled legs and amazing round ass moving from side to side as she walked. I tried to get back to the deal with the TV set and forget the dirty thoughts I had about her. For the whole time she kept on talking about the TV, she was saying it worked really well and that it was almost brand new. She said she and her husband were moving out from the house to the bigger one and wanted to get rid of the old stuff, as she said, the new place is already furnished.

The phone rang and she ran to answer it. She asked me to hold on and I started packing the TV set into the box. I took it to the car and went back inside to pay the money. When I came in I saw something truly amazing. Fantastic, for those who know what I’m talking about… The girl was standing with her back to me. She was slightly bent and leaned with her hands on the table. She was laughing and talking on the phone. I barely heard her sexy voice. All of me was there between her legs. The short dress has gone up and I sat down to see more of it. I thought I’d pretend I was fixing my shoe. She was only couple of feet away from me and I saw her charming beauty that women hide underneath their clothes… those were see-through thongs… I heard her saying bye to the person on the phone and hurried to get up. But I didn’t want her to see my hard-on when she turns around. I got so hard! I took off my baseball hat and held it on the level of my bad-boy. I gave her the money and my business card, said bye and left. Told her to have in mind that she could call me if there’s anything I could do for her.

When I got home I still had a hard-on. She just made me so horny. I set the TV and for the whole time I kept on thinking of her. My fantasies got me going so horny. I had so many scenes in my head where I and she were doing it all kinds of ways. Shit! It was hell. I thought, fine, I’m gonna get some beer and then I’ll be just fine. I needed to cool down. I went to the shop and got a forty.

I was sitting on my porch drinking my beer right from the huge bottle. I was trying to throw those dirty thoughts away from my head. I felt it wasn’t helping at all. Just quite the reverse it was making me think more and more of those thighs and hips and the pretty face of that girl. It started getting worse as I started thinking of what she could taste like. I was going wild and lustful and alcohol made me act braver.

I thought there was nothing to lose for trying. I decided to try to hook up with her. I searched for the newspaper where I got her number. It took me a good while but finally I found it. The only thing left was choosing the right tactics. The catch was big – “She’s married, well I’m engaged” I started thinking way too far. I knew the only obstacle was for me not to freak her out.

I made a few more sips and dialed her number. She picked up after the sixth dial tone when I thought she was probably out on a Friday night.

“ Hello, hi… that’s me…”

I tried to speak as softly and friendly as possible.

“Hello…”

She sounded very careful and a bit surprised.

“I bought TV-set from you earlier today. Remember?”

That’s how I introduced myself. “Stupid me” – I thought to myself.

“Oh, it’s you… Ok, can I help you? I mean is everything okay with it. Is it working fine?”

She sounded worried.

“No-no. It’s absolutely fine, thanks, mam.”

And I made a pause before saying:

“I am not fine…”

“???” – Silence. I could hear her breathe. She needed a moment to come up with something to say.

“You know, if you think that my phone call is sassy than simply hang up the phone. You don’t even have to say anything…”

Pause. She was thinking, it means she was curious. Curiosity is a dangerous thing…

“ Today when I came over to pick up the TV, if you remember I was quiet and behaved a bit lost. I was speechless if you noticed. It is all because of you. I liked you so much I didn’t even care for the TV…”

“Really?…”

Ha-ha, that was her turn to be speechless, I thought. I was like lets get you a bit wet, dear sexy girl. But, hell no. She surprised me again. I almost fell off the stair when I heard her talking so fast and so playfully. She talked like a machinegun:

“You know, I really liked you. When you left I was blaming myself for not talking to you. My best friend was calling me from overseas! I was just thinking of you actually. And here you are you called me. At first I thought you were calling because something was wrong or you didn’t like it. But if this is not the case… then it’s great! What can I say?”

She knocked me down. Okay, I needed to change the tactics. I said:

“Let’s meet? I’m at the office at the moment so I can’t talk much. What do you think?”

“Sure. Tomorrow.”

“Why not!” I thought and was like it means I would have to bring her over and what if my girlfriend finds out. I needed to come up with some idea like my friend’s house if she was gonna as nimble…

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow then!”

“Take care!”

The next day I took my girlfriend to the airport and as soon as she got on plane I went home glad that I was free and the only thing left to do was to clean up the mess at the house and hide all the evidence of my fiancée’s existence. Although, come on, my potential lover has a husband; I thought and happily drove home.

I cleaned up the mess my fiancée left after packing; she went to Paris shopping for her wedding dress. Bitch. I changed bed sheets, took a shower and shaved. I dialed her number.

“Hey, that’s me, how you doin’?”

“Oh, hey!”

“You know, its funny we didn’t even introduce ourselves, you know that it is weird?”

“That’s right, it’s funny. Well, I know your name. You gave me your business card. You’re Oliver and I’m Erica.”

“Very nice to meet you, Erica. How are you?” and we both started laughing.

“I’m fine, nice to hear you again, Oliver.”

“Are we still gonna see each other tonight?”

“Sure! I got time for a dinner and than I’m meeting my girlfriends for a drink…”

Shit! Dinner and that’s it? It’s all I get for cleaning up and making myself look like some neat fucking guy from the cover of the magazine – I thought to myself – dinner, fuck the dinner. Fine. We’ll see what you get for desert. I said:

“Erica, is it gonna be all right if I invite you for a dinner over at my house. I like cooking and I’m pretty good at it. Seriously, do you like Italian?”

I know women can’t resist men who cook well plus if we were at my place there would be a greater chance for me to shag her.

“Um… well, I don’t know about that. I mean I barely know you…”

She started pulling back.

“No, really, come on. I’m serious there is no better place to eat than the terrace over at my house. If you don’t feel comfortable I’ll invite some friends as well…”

I was bluffing.

“Okay, but I want to make sure I’m gonna be safe. I heard some crazy stories about maniacs and stalkers, so we’ll see. How about I bring one of my girls over?”

“Yeah, sounds good!”

I was like what a secure overprotective conscious bitch!

“Where do you want me to pick you up?”

“Just give me the address and we’ll come ourselves.”

“Okay, write it down.”

I gave her my address and went to buy groceries.

As I said earlier, I was bluffing about inviting my friends. I’m not that stupid to invite my friends over when I’m inviting such a hot chick that I want to get in bed with, and then have them tell my girlfriend. No way. I was gonna tell her they had some urgent plans and the last minute they called me up to say they can’t make it.

I cooked the dinner, got wine, a rose for the lady and took a shower. Soon rang the doorbell. Here she is with her friend I thought. But as I opened the door I saw only her. She looked fantastic in the blue raincoat. She said her girlfriend changed her mind and didn’t want to go anywhere in such rain. I was so nice and polite and paid her compliments. She looked flattered when I helped her to take off her coat. Awesome! It was gonna be me and her only! Just like I planned.

I took her to the terrace with a glass roof and sat her at the nice round table. I poured her some wine and she said she didn’t even expect anything like that. I served her and we started eating the dinner. We talked a lot and I kept on pouring more and more wine. We had more than two. To be honest, I was taking very little trying to get the girl drunk. We talked a lot. She did. She told me all about her husband and even mentioned the fact that they sleep once a week the most. She was so funny telling me all the stuff about their sex. I started wanting her even more.

I was smiling at her and making really serious faces when she would say something that frustrates her. I like doing my eyebrows severe to seduce women. I moved closer to her and made everything romantic and mysterious. I moved closer to kiss her but she moved away.

“No, please don’t. I am married woman. Let’s not.”

I was like what da hell, in my head. I kept my face in the same stupid manner and kept on looking into her eyes. She moved her eyes away. Sure, she felt guilty for swindling guys. I moved my hand to her cleavage and unbuttoned the first button. Then the second one and all the way down. She gripped her hands round the chair and said “don’t”.

Instead I took her hand, looked into her eyes and she followed me to the bedroom. She pulled back for a second but than started taking off her dress. She took off all of her clothes even panties. She sat down on the bed and said:

“I’m not sure what I’m doing…”

I decided to take control of the situation in my own hands and took off my clothes as well. I came up to her closely and you know it was the right move! She lifted her eyes at me and took my dick into her mouth.

I didn’t expect it to be that way. I was shocked cause I was thinking I would have to talk her into this for a bit longer…

Well, I was good to her. I was sweet and affectionate. I can be when I want to. I softly touched every part of her beautiful body. I caressed her nipples and got to her clit. This is when she really got going. She began curving and moaning like a bitch trying to pull her ass up as much as it was possible. But I didn’t rush. I was like I’m gonna torture your lust longer, sweetie.

And when she got so wet that all of my hand was in her juices I shut my dick inside her. As hard as I could I moved twice and leaned all my weight upon her. Fuck! I put my hands behind her on her but cheeks, grabbed them harder and we went on like this for about half an hour.

She was uttering shrill screams and I decided to take a break. I went the window to smoke a cigarette. She came from behind me and started rubbing against me. She rubbed all of herself against me that even my hip got wet from her pussy. I was smoking and didn’t react in any way to her acting like a cat. I mean the deal was done. I got what I wanted and I knew that I could fuck her anytime. I didn’t have to try and be someone that I’m not anymore. I was myself – an asshole. I mean, really, I didn’t need to wheedle her into anything. She was totally into me. So I decided to prolong the pleasure. It looked like she came down. She leaned against the windowsill and arched her back like a cat. Okay, I thought in my head, this is exactly what I need now. It was going to be fun!

I put down my cig and turned to her. She looked so seductive standing on her tiptoes and thrusting out her bum. You want it, you get it! I said “babe…” and went around her. I came to her from the back and started feeling her back, her tities and while that touched her pussy with the other hand. I was kissing her neck softly like making love and in five minutes her purr tuned into husky roar. Her eyes started rolling and her knees started stooping down.

That was exactly what I needed! Carefully, not to freak her out, I moistured my palm with spit and softly moved it between her but cheeks. Right away I started moving my dick all over against her pussy. I became tender and sweet again. I went further up in between her halves and moved up and down. I started moving them apart and massaging her chunky round ass. Finally when my dick recognized the ventage I pushed it in really hard!

If she was roaring before, than after that move she howled. Her long finger nails scratched the windowsill. I freaked out but didn’t let her ass away. She was twisting on my penis like a worm on a fish hook. I could let her but I just wanted to cum inside her bum. I couldn’t keep myself from such pleasure.

But somehow I couldn’t cum. I mean I’m not a sex-hero to cum the second time right away! Her ass went limp. She started getting used to it, her anal got softer. And I thought I had to spice it up. I took out my dick and took it in my hand. The good old way – to enter only the dick head and go in and out. I kept the same pace and took it in and out for like ten more minutes. Erika stopped moaning. She was hissing and writhing with pain. And there it was! The best seconds are just before cuming when brain stops thinking and all what matters is carnality.

I grabbed Erica’s shoulders and spun her around with force and at the same time pushed her down on her knees. She tried to say something. Poor girl freaked out. But that moment it was too late. I drove my dick inside her mouth and shot a good load of sperm.

We went back to the terrace and the rain has already stopped. We were both naked and sat on the cold chairs. She was crying and I was smoking Camel lights. I didn’t apologize. What for? I poured more wine for myself and her. She finished hers in two sips and left. I didn’t feel like taking her home. I was too tired.

The next day right after the lunch hour my mobile rang. I heard resonant female voice. It was Erica, she said:

“Hi, Oliver! How are you? Can you talk?”…

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One Response to “Bad boy or all men are assholes”

1. Ali Says:
   March 15th, 2008 at 4:10 am

   omg could you fuck me like that were do u live

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