Insecurity check

The thing was, he was a weirdo, and weirdos are — well, weird. From what I’d heard him say so far, he might wake up one morning and decide to take his laptop on a Greyhound to Hollywood or Hindustan, or anywhere, and that would be the end of this problem. I could hope, anyway.

“On your back, slut. It’s time for your treat.”

I stretched out on the bed and Danny hooked my left leg over his shoulder, then began rubbing the head of his cock up and down my cunt lips.

“This is what you want, isn’t it, you cock sucking slut bitch!”

He could say what he liked, I’ve already heard everything, but I pretended to be upset and ashamed. Yet although I looked away from his face I was lifting my hips up and rubbing back against his cock.

“Danny, don’t say those things.”

“Tell me you want my cock shoved up your cunt — tell me!”

“Oh sweet Jesus, Danny, of course I want it. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever felt. You’re driving me mad doing this.”

“Look at me, then! Look at me, you little fat bitch and tell me you want fucking!”

“Alright — alright!”

I turned my head and looked into his glittering eyes: “Fuck me, please, Danny, fuck me!”

“OK, seeing as you’re asking so nicely, here comes the first inch, slut.”

There was no difficulty at all in appearing happy about having him sliding into me. I enjoy a good fuck as much as the next six girls and skinny guys with big cocks are my kind of meat. You can kind of slide them in closer and deeper.

“How do you like that, slut?”

“God, God, it’s wonderful,” I moaned softly.

I’d let Danny play the boss man for the first session and then show him some of my tricks the second time around – after I’d finished being so shy about having a stranger fuck me.

Basically, keeping men happy is like running a dogs’ home. They all want to be wild animals but they all want to be patted on the head as well, and most of them are more trouble than they’re worth in a house. Feed them, clean up after them and all you get is barked at. Still, they do have their uses, if you happen to be in the mood. And Danny had certainly gotten me into the mood to have him inside me.

“Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!” I squealed as he kept ramming that monster shaft of his in and out of my slit.

“You like this, slut-fucker?”

“Jesus, you must have another guy’s share of cock as well as your own! Oh, God!”

Like I say, you have to keep patting them on the head. But this time anyway I wasn’t have to pretend about anything. Danny might be a sniveling little weirdo but he sure had a lot of ability at screwing — and a cock to match. 

I was hanging onto the pillow and coming like Niagara Falls. It beats a pill any time for giving a girl a relaxed night’s sleep. Good for the conscience as well: however much of a bitch you might have been during the day, at least you know you’ve ended up making one guy very happy.

“You ready to take it all now, slut bitch?”

“Give it to me, Danny! All the way, all the way! Please!”

I felt little bubbles of air blowing out of my mouth in satisfied sobs as he plunged into me with the energy of a pile driver crew on double yardage bonus. Mother earth was shaking and quivering all around the drilling site, and then the earthquake started.

I’m not shy about coming. Not shy at all. When Kelly creams herself any — or everybody — else who happens to be in the same apartment knows all about it. 

A few times I’ve been videotaped during the final countdown, and every time the biggest embarrassment afterwards has been having to listen to the noises I make. As one of my less endearing lovers remarked, it usually sounds like a cow falling over a cliff. And as I went ballistic this time Danny was still threshing away inside me as if he was connected to a short circuit.

“You slut bitch, this if for you!”

One second he was there, inside me, a second later he wasn’t and his come was splashing across my belly in long sticky threads. Then he slumped forward, his hands on either side of my shoulders as I ruffled his hair.

“Hey, Danny, if you write as well as you fuck you should be working up some contacts in LA. How about letting me take a look at your script?”

“No problem. But I don’t have any contacts out west — not yet.”

My fingers gently ran along his jaw line: “If I went with you, maybe I could find some. After you’ve made me a legal partner.”

“Yeah? What sort of legal partnership have you got in mind?

I told him.