A man once said: We are all born in original sin. It was written: Don’t covet what you have. Well, we all have our vices. Money, drugs, alcohol, you name it. But the thing is with me: I do none of those. I don’t do drugs and I don’t drink. I have mind powers. How did I get them? Long story. Long story indeed. However, my one true vice comes in a woman. Her beautiful breasts, her thighs, her beautiful round mound of a behind. I want to fuck every woman into oblivion. I wish to fuck them into oblivion. I want to make them just once say my name as I treat them like the inner sluts they are. Which brings me to the question: How did you get your abilities? Good question.
A few years ago, in college, they were doing a sexual study. I was kind of tempted to do it, because money was going to be involved. After a few minutes of pondering, I shrugged and said to myself: “Fuck it, I’ll do it.” Now, this study was over two days. Mine was two tests and a control. Basically, it was to see how long people lasted before climaxing. I fucked three girls. All of whom were cute, but all had boyfriends. One was black (like myself) and taller, slender, with a boyfriend. One was rather flat-chested and mixed with Latina and Asian. She was gorgeous, but had no body to speak of. One was rather attractive in other own sense. She was white with a hell of a body. That’s where I started to question myself: “Am I shallow?” Just when I started to think:
“Ummm…” The doctor peeped in.
“Hey. So, how’d I do?” I said.
“We’ve decided… it’s yours. The power is yours,” The doctor said.
“So… can I ask you something? The girls, they were just subjects, were they? They never were considered for this?” I said.
“Not true. It was between you and her,” The doc said, referring to the black slender woman.
“Well. She’d be good. She’s hot. Do you know what I would do to her?”
“Yes. You did it already. But with great power comes great responsibility,” The doc said.
“Where have I heard that before?”
Months later…
Fast forward to our first tale involving a pretty Latina that is short, petite, and very curvy. We’ve known each other for a long time. I’ve wanted to fuck her for a long time. The feeling was not mutual by any means. She’s now off the market and about to be a mother. I say this because a series of fortuitous events led to this. This is the story of “The Birthday Party.”
It was a balmy September weekend. I was still a novice at club-going but I got invited by her. So, naturally, I went. I was not too early arriving at the club, but I still saw her arrive there with her friends. She was wearing a tight black dress, showing off all her decadent curves in all the right places. She greeted me first with a smile. I hugged the “birthday girl” who had a beautiful scent to her. Her name was Ashley. Naturally, my hands drifted to her thick thighs. She jerked. I looked in her eyes as she did mine. I said softly to her:
“Damn, you look so sexy as fuck.”
She knew.
Now, I am sure you are wondering… How do you use said abilities? Simple. I use touch and I let them know I want them in my own way.
In the club, most of the music they played there was surprisingly good. I was dancing to a song when her tipsy best friend, Rebecca, came in front of me on the dance floor grinding on me. She was a pretty Latina, just not as many curves as her best friend. (I would fuck her in another story. But that’s another time.) I peered over to another section of the dance floor where the birthday girl was grinding on someone else that I knew. Meanwhile, her best friend in her tipsiness said:
“I see you looking at her. She looks good, doesn’t she?”
I nodded.
“She looks hot as fuck, doesn’t she?”
“Hell, yeah, of course. Why do you ask that?” I asked. At this time, I was multi-tasking: Dancing and carrying a conversation with her best friend.
“Because you want to fuck her… do you?”
That was her best friend. They were inseparable from the moment I met them. I should have known this was going to happen.
“Always did want to.”
“I know because I saw you touch her thigh earlier… and you know she has a boyfriend?” She said.
“With all due respect, yes I know. And fuck him. You have no idea what I would do to her… No idea,” I said to her best friend. “Besides, where is her boyfriend? It’s her birthday.” Seconds later, the birthday girl came to us with drinks. I refused the alcoholic beverage. Her best friend took one happily.
“Hey, more for me!” She said.
“Can I get a soda?” I said to her. She nodded. The birthday girl sashayed back to the bar.
“Her boyfriend had to work tonight. He would’ve made it, but… you know,” Her best friend said.
At that moment, myself and her best friend spied from a distance two drunken men trying to push up on her.
“What the fuck?!” Her best friend said angrily. I calmed her down momentarily. We watched the scene go down, ready at a moment’s notice, until…
SMACK.
She felt a firm smack and squeeze on her curvaceous buttocks, which caused a drink to the face. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Welcome to our world…” Her best friend said to me.
“Yup,” I said, feeling slightly guilty about my feelings. I still wanted to fuck her, but…
“Here’s your soda. Sorry you had to see that.”
“How often does that happen?” I asked.
“Not very often, because my boyfriend handles those issues.” She said.
“This is your birthday. He’s working? She told me. I would be here if I was your man. See? I am here.”
“Your jokes are corny,” Her best friend said rolling her eyes.
“And? Your point? Bitch, I’m not a comedian,” I said to her as a comeback. “Anyway… you want drinks? I’ll buy you both a round. On me. I always wanted to do that.”
They looked at each other, and shrugged.
“Okay,” They said in unison.
“As long as you give me a little dance. We never danced,” I said to the birthday girl.
“Sure, yeah,” She finished her drink rather quickly. A song that we both loved came from the DJ booth. We started to dance towards the middle of the dance floor. I started to dance my basic two step, then I slowly escalated my dance moves as the song went on, when all of a sudden she turned around. She started grinding on me. Her dress slowly hiked up. I can see more and more of her thick thighs. She looked back at me and bit her pouty bottom lip. Was she tipsy? She couldn’t have been. This was my chance…
“You like this ass? I know you do…”
At that moment in time, I knew she was. So as an answer, I gently touched her thigh then grabbed her oh-so-beautiful curvaceous ass with more aggression and said to her:
“Do you have any idea what I would do to that ass of yours?”
“You couldn’t handle this goodness anyway…” She said, twerking it cutely.
“I’ll make you forget about him, even if it’s for a few minutes…” I said.
She laughed, shaking her head.
“Corny?” I said again. Her hand drifted down to my semi-hard penis.
“Nope…”
I grabbed her buttocks. She took me by the hand. My lustful wish was coming true. I was finally getting to fuck her. All these years of knowing each other…all these years of wishing and hoping… well, tonight was that night, damn it. I fucked her like a slut.
“Mmmmmm….” She cooed, while I stuck my hand up her dress. I discovered she had on a purple thong. I never saw her wear one. It was damp.
“Ooh. Wet already? Oh, you’re a nasty slut, are you?”
I stuck one finger in her underwear, fingering her tight beautiful treasure. Then two fingers to her pleasure.
“Mm-hmm…”
“Say you’re a nasty slut. Say it,” I commanded while ripping off the dress straps, revealing a matching purple bra.
“I’m a nasty slut…” She moaned.
I kissed her roughly yet with passion.
“Take this dick,” I commanded again as I revealed my volcanic erection. She smoothly got on her knees and began sucking slowly yet sensually. “Take it deeper in your mouth. DEEPER!”
She began to little by little take in my erection deeper in my mouth, deep throating it. I started to face-fuck her.
“Mmm, yeah. God, you’re so beautiful. Take this cock! Take it! Suck it!” I commanded, with a slap. “Suck it, slut!” I had never thought to do that. It actually felt great. She moaned more. A long track of saliva trailed from her lips, then spitting on my hard erection afterwards. Shiny saliva was on her neck, but I did not bother to wipe it off. I was in awe she could do that. She actually was a closet slut. I then took her bra straps down, revealing her bare breasts. I remembered they were not big by any means, but bigger from what I remembered.
“Those girls aren’t bee stings anymore, huh?” I said.
“Yeah, about those… bloomed late,” She said, biting her pink, near perfect lips. “And they’re slightly swollen bee stings now.”
She looked down at her small breasts, with a look of self-consciousness that I always knew she always had about them.
“Hey. Hey,” I said, kissing her lips again repeatedly. “You know, you’re one of the sexiest women I have ever met. I have always wanted to fuck you. Those tits? I like them. Big ones and small ones.” She giggled with that smile I loved so much. “But you know why I’m here. Turn that sexy ass around!”
Ashley hiked her tight dress and faced the wall. Her curvaceous ass and tight treasure were now facing me. The first thing I did was:
SMACK.
“Ugh.”
“Yeah, moan for Daddy. Moan while you take this dick…”
SMACK.
I smacked her cheeks twice while entering her. I starting fucking her with all the feeling that I had. I spanked her again.
SMACK.
“Ughhhhh…” She moaned.
I grabbed her neck and groped her small, cute breasts as I fucked her forcefully and with lust.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, papi! Fuck me!”
“Say papi again. Say it,” I commanded.
“Papiiiiiiii…” She moaned harder.
I stuck one finger in her tight virgin hole, while fucking her.
“You like that shit, hmm? You like my finger in your ass, you slut?” I said while spanking her again. “Say I’m ‘Daddy’s little slut’!”
SMACK.
“I’m Daddy’s little slut!” She moaned, in ecstasy.
At this point, I was fucking her really slow but I was close to my climax. I roughly made her get on her knees and suck me off until I came. I then face-fucked her again, this time rougher.
“Come get this nut. Suck my dick, you nasty slut. Get all these juices! Get all of it! All of it! UGHHHHHHHHHH…. Oh my God, you are so sexy,” I said. She giggled, licked her lips of my sperm, and smiled.
“Am I? Well, you fingered my ass. Not even my boyfriend does that shit,” She said.
“What? Get the… not even your man?!” I asked, incredulously. “That’s why it was so tight then.”
She laughed again. We exchanged looks, still half-nude.
“Happy birthday, baby girl,” I said, kissing her on the cheek. “Oh, and another thing…”
“This never happened?” She said.
“It never did,” I said back.
“Although… I do have someone in mind who might want your dick services…” She said. She whispered her name to me.
“Hold the fuck up. Isn’t she…”
“Yup,” She answered. “I’ll be in touch.”
She gave me her phone number as she got dressed quickly. I pulled up my pants quickly as well. She turned around again.
“One more time. I will let you smack it,” She said looking back at it. She hiked up her dress again, shaking her ass cutely.
“Okay…”
SMACK.
“Mm mm…” She cooed again.
“My girl.”
That was the beginning of my odyssey into my one true vice. That was unlocking every woman I wanted and treating her like the slut she is.