***This is erotic story is based on one of my real life sexperiences.***
I hated working at the mall. It wasn’t the place to work at and remain harassment free if you were an even remotely cute girl. Every jackass with half a mind, a few dollars and a penis roamed the corridors ready to “holla” at any and everything that walked by. Heaven forbid you politely said no to giving one your number.
“Bitch, you’re not even that cute anyways!”
Always the rebuttal of choice for the least creative and most attractive ones. The uglier the guy trying to holler the more interesting the response would be. I am unsure if that was a direct correlation to the number of “polite no’s” they were getting. The worst thing was that these jackals NEVER preyed alone…behind one there would always be a pack of “winners” to cosign his tomfoolery. Soon, as you walked away the pack would at least provide a loud “DAMN!!!” bringing more unwanted attention to the innocent girl. NOT leaving the store you worked unless you REALLY had to was the only solution for this.
On this particular day, I was not looking forward to going to the food court to get some lunch. It was particularly hotter than normal and there seemed to be a larger than usual amount of men roaming the mall. Walk to Taco Viva, speak to my girl, get my food, walk back and don’t make eye contact with anyone. Walk to Taco Viva, speak to my girl, get my food, walk back…GOT DAMN IT…was that eye contact? Fuck me. Keep it moving. Don’t look back. Keep it moving.
“Damn, girl who are they? Your bodyguards?” asked my friend.
“Shhh, them fools might hear you and think that they are worthy to be spoken to. Girl, please let me know when they walk away so I can walk back to work.”
“GIRRRL, a couple of them are kinda fine! I hope they come over here!” she exclaimed.
It would be my luck that the one friend I had in the food court would be attracted to these particular fools following me today. Well, at least she had started fixing my burrito and was too busy to lure them in with prolonged eye contact. Then, I noticed from my peripheral that one of them was approaching to my right. It was the cuter darker one my subconscious had made eye contact with.
I prayed, “Please, let this exchange be short and painless.”
As he reached me his boy yelled out, “Shuttle’s here!”
He looked me dead in my face and ran out after his boys.
My girl gave me my burrito and explained to me that since those guys got into the hotel shuttle they must be the minor league baseball players that trained nearby. She told me that a lot of the college girls she went to school with spent a lot of time hanging out at the hotel the guys lived at.
“Girl, I hope to get me one of them cause they are fine and at least they aren’t as ignorant as these tired ass boys we grew up with. Too bad you just barely turned 17 or you could get you one too!”
I couldn’t care less. They were too old for me. I’m sure they already had PLENTY of college pussy. Oh, well. She was right about one thing though a couple of them WERE really fine though. Especially that darker one with the dimples!
A couple of days passed, I had forgotten all about the two hotties and life was back to normal, until both of those cute ones entered the store I worked in. The lightskin one approached me, told me his name, asked mine, where I’m from, do I go to the college, realized I was underage and cut the conversation. Good he left. He was too light for my taste anyway. Seconds later the darkskin one returned. He was so gorgeous to me that I am sure I was blushing when he said my name. He asked for my phone number and somehow I gave it to him without a second thought.
What was I doing? This guy was a baseball player that I’m sure was running in and through a ton of females…college females at that! What could I possibly think he could want with me? If his boy had given him my name I’m sure he had the details that I was underage.
I went to his hotel with a co-worker of mine who was 18 the next day. He had asked me to bring a friend, one who was “of age”, for his boy that I had met at the mall. All four of us ended up in his friend’s room. A lot of small talk was going on between my friend and his. He and I were eating and hanging out like we had always known one another. This guy was so incredibly beautiful that I wanted to lick him from head to toe. This was the very first time that I wanted to fuck a man more than he wanted to fuck me. No, I lie. The feeling was completely mutual but it seemed we were both “pleasure delayers” and neither of us would make the first move.
His roommate came downstairs and said that his mother was on the phone for him. I smiled. He excused himself and quickly left. His friend started in, “you know he’s younger than you right?”
I didn’t know that. I hadn’t asked because I didn’t want to be the one to bring the age thing up. Knowing that he was only 16 suddenly made me the happiest girl in that hotel…there were a lot of girls in that hotel.
In the first few days to the hotel I learned as much about him from his teammates as I had learned from him. Nothing other than kissing had gone on between us. I didn’t think we would EVER have sex especially since I kept hearing rumors that soon he might be sent up to the next level and this guy was all about courting. As the rumors became more persistent about his move and he and I got closer his friend that was fucking my coworker started talking more shit. He told her that dude obviously didn’t like me because EVERYONE knew we hadn’t fucked yet. In fact they knew that because he had the same package of unopened condoms STILL in his drawer. I wasn’t dumb enough to believe any of what I heard through her but not having sex was becoming frustrating. We hadn’t even had a chance to make out yet. I wanted something! Shit, I at least wanted to feel on his dick and make sure that matched the rest of his perfection! I was growing a little tired and jealous of hearing my girl’s stories of the dick downs she was getting.
The Evil Eye Fairies must have heard my gripes, my girl came to work crying about how her dude threw her out of his room when she refused to fuck his roommate or eat out the girl the roommate had been fucking. That same night I got a call from my guy at work. He asked if I could have my friend drop me off after work and said he’d pay for a cab to take me home. I told him that would be a lot. He said it would be okay. I arranged things on my end, she dropped me off and warned me about having sex with “one of those players”. I told her sex was not going to happen and I got out of the car expecting more of the same…hanging out in the hotel lobby talking, laughing and wanting. I appreciated him courting me. I really did especially after hearing the story I had that day.
He honestly had been the first to court me without putting any pressure on me to do anything sexual. I wanted him sexually. I wanted him bad especially since this guy was really falling for me and I was falling for him. Wasn’t having sex how we were supposed to show one another love? True to form, he was waiting for me in the lobby. I started walking towards where he was sitting, where we usually sat in the lobby, when he indicated we should go upstairs. I figured we were going to go to his friend’s room like we did sometimes. He hit the elevator button and I got hot instantly. He hit the button to his floor not the friend’s floor. Score!
When he opened the door to his room I could tell he was nervous. He showed me which one was his bed. He asked me what I wanted to watch on T.V. and asked if I wanted anything to drink. He got some water for himself and sat next to me on the bed. He explained that most of his teammates had gone to dinner and after were going clubbing. We kissed. I could not contain myself. I wanted to let him know that it was more than okay for him to go as far as he wanted. I took his hand and put it on my breast then continued to kiss him. If he wasn’t going to be in charge I would. Soon we were all over that bed a mess of teenage angst and sexual anticipation. He noticed that the curtains were open so he got up to close them. When he got over to the window I asked him to turn around. I was completely naked. Faster than he could get to the far end of the room I had flung my dress off and managed to throw my panties and bra on the floor. He smiled and after closing the curtains began to undress. My direct approach was going to work…S-C-O-R-E!!!!!
I knew that he was 6’1” and 215lbs. What I didn’t know is that he was 215lbs of pure muscle. As his shirt slowly came off I learned that his stomach was washboard perfect! His arms and chest were bigger than they looked through his clothes. His thighs were thick muscular machines. Then he turned towards the dresser that was his and opened it. He had a perfect butt better than mine in fact. It was big and bubbly. His back also perfect. Seriously, there was not one ounce on this man that wasn’t fineness! I noticed when he kicked off his socks and shoes that he even had pretty feet. On top of all that his smile was made more than perfect by his huge dimples. The cherry on top was his perfect milk chocolate tone from head to toe and the dick he was swinging was the biggest limp dick I had ever seen!
What he had taken out the drawer were those infamous condoms. This was going to happen and it was going to happen now. He sat on the bed and kissed me. I sat in his lap and kissed back. He grabbed the condoms again, put his hands on my ass and told me to wrap my legs around him. I listened like the good girl that I was. He was back in control and I was okay with this part of the plan. We didn’t need to fuck in the bed. He stood up with me and started walking towards the bathroom. He locked the bathroom door behind us and placed me on the counter.
“If my roommate comes back I don’t want him to see us in the bed. I just don’t…”
I kissed him and he knew I understood so he started to put the condom on his already hard dick.
This guy was perfect. This guy wanted to fuck me but at the same time wanted to make sure he wasn’t “fucking” me by allowing his roommate to walk in on us in a compromising situation. He was the one baseball player that wasn’t a “player”. I was so completely anxious now sitting naked on that sink. I just was waiting for this athletic beautiful man who I was falling for romantically and emotionally to fuck me as good as humanly possible for as long as we could get away with it before I had to be back home. This guy so far had taken my mind almost completely off of Mr. Methodical.
As he finished putting on the condom he started fingering me. “Yes, buddy I am already wet,” I thought.
“You’re so wet,” he said very quietly and continued, “are you sure you want to have sex?”
“You’re dick is so big,” I said smiling, “Yes. I’m sure I want to have sex with you. Yes.”
He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to the edge of the sink. It took him a minute to figure out how he would penetrate me from that angle but with a little guidance from my hand his head started to go in. His penis had one of those perfect mushroom/helmet circumcisions that just make the going in part all that much better. DAMN he was so fucking thick! I just wasn’t sure if I could take all of him in me. I already felt pressure on my cervix with each thrust. He kept grabbing my ass pulling me closer with each thrust. He was trying his best to keep me on his dick. I was trying my best to pull back away from it. His dick was so big, he was so thick and hard that I was trying to “run” from it.
“You okay?” he asked.
“You’re REALLY big. I’m…I’ve never…” I was going to tell him that I had never had someone that big before but he kissed me and stopped me from finishing.
“You’re pussy is super tight. I understand. I had a feeling you were a virgin. I’ll be gentle since it’s your first time. I’ve only had sex with one other girl before.”
WOW! Okay, he thinks I’m a virgin. Okay. Um…thank you pussy for fooling him…I guess.
He went deeper into me and put both of his arms under my armpits, over the top of my shoulders and he grabbed my collarbones. He had full control of all 98lbs of me. I couldn’t move back and then he started to get harder and he started to pump. Harder. Faster. He shifted me over a little to the left when he adjusted his footing and his thigh started hitting the toilet paper roll attached to the sink. He got really into it. I was getting so wet because his size was turning me on so much. I had never had this much dick before and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take this much longer. Then he started to kiss me and he slowed down a little. That’s when I knew I not only wanted to take that hard fucking but I could take it because when he had slowed down I had become upset.
“Don’t stop! Keep fucking me! Fuck me as hard as you want!”
“You sure? I don’t want you to bleed bad.”
“Forget about that. Just please don’t stop what you were doing.”
He pulled out and totally fucking irritated the shit out of me. Then he put his head in slightly then the entire head went in and then he in one swift motion jammed his cock in me. I screamed. I had never screamed during sex. Moaned, yes. Screamed, never before. I could feel him in my guts. Was that normal? Was his ENTIRE cock in me? I looked down and yes, that entire monster was inside my tight not quite virginal pussy. I wanted to feel that thrust again. I wanted him to make me scream. He slowly stroked me, got close to my ear and whispered, “You feel so fucking good!” With that I lost my mind and screamed at him, “FUCK ME ALREADY! Jesus, if you’re going to hurt me then just fucking do it!”
He responded with laughter. My face was dead serious. He said, “Ask nicely.”
“Sweetie, will you please make me scream again?” I asked in the most condescending voice I could manage.
Oh, I so knew I was going to get it. I knew that my ass would hurt later that night from a good long and painful fucking on top of that very uncomfortable sink. I knew my abs and thighs would hurt from maintaining that spread eagle meets Pilates position. I knew that I would be walking funny the next day from getting more than a pussy’s full of dick. I hoped for all that. I wanted all that. This perfect man would be the one to give me all that and soon I would forget all about all the great fuckings Mr. Methodical had provided me anytime and anywhere I wanted. Yes, I was so ready to seal this deal!
The toilet paper roll kept hitting his thigh as he thrust. It was making that noise that beds make in movies when people are fucking. That “enah enah enah” squeaking sound. How fucking distracting would that be? Just a few more pumps and I would politely ask him to move us back to the right.
“Enah. Enah. Enah.” said the toilet paper roll.
“OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! His dick is too big!” I thought.
“Enah. Enah. Enah.” said the toilet paper roll.
“OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! This hurts too much. It hurts so good!” I thought.
“Enah. Enah. Enah.” said the toilet paper roll.
“OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! OH, THIS IS SO GOOD THAT I NEVER WANT HIM TO STOP!” I thought.
“Enaaaahhhhhh,” said the toilet paper in slow motion as it came to a stop.
He started to kiss and caress me. He was tonguing me as his big fucking dick was going limp then he pulled out. Yes, sure enough there was cum in the condom and this motherfucker had busted a nut in less than thirty seconds of a good pussy fucking. This couldn’t be life! This for sure wasn’t the sex I wanted especially from a fine big dicked motherfucker like him. The phone rang, he picked me up, out the door we went, with one hand he placed me on the bed and with the other he picked up the phone. It ended up being his roommate asking him if he wanted them to pick him up for the club. He said no and then we knew we would be alone and able to continue to on until the last possible moment for me to meet my curfew.
He asked if he could eat my pussy. He whispered in my ear that he had licked his fingers after penetrating me with them and thought I tasted so good. I wasn’t much for having it ate but I agreed anything that would make him hard again and quickly. This time I planned to be in charge the ENTIRE TIME. I was going to ride his dick and maintain control of the situation. Fuck if I was going to walk out of there without the dick down I had wanted. His dick was too big for me to not walk out of there without my pussy damning me for letting him punish her. He ate my pussy in a most enthusiastic manner as if he could go on forever but I couldn’t take waiting for his dick anymore. I told him to come up to kiss me. He came back up and did. His dick felt harder than before. I asked him to put a condom on. He did. Then I told him to sit back. I straddled him and kissed him. He went to grab hold of his dick so he could guide it in for me but before he could it was already in me as deep as I could bare.
“You’ve done that before haven’t you?” He asked.
“Yes, I didn’t lie to you…you didn’t let me finish and that wasn’t the moment…”
“It’s okay. Not like I was a virgin either but you’re mine now.”
His words made my heart gush and his dick made my pussy gush. I started to fuck him slowly. I wanted to get as much of him in as I could. Would I get all of him in me again? I started to ride him with a purpose. As a woman I can say that there is nothing more confusing than the pain and joy a big thick cock brings some of us, especially if you are particularly small woman with a tight pussy. The more of him that I got in the more of him I wanted and the faster I started to fuck him. The harder I fucked his dick the harder he sucked on my nipple. This was the roughest I had ever had sex and he was being anything but nice to my body. Both his hands spanking my ass, rubbing it then helping bounce me up and down with more force and repeat. His fucking mouth tearing at my nipple with the most extreme sucking as if he were going to keep sucking until something came from out of it. So, I got more into it and I went as fast as I could. I knew I enjoyed rough sex but this was borderline becoming rage. I wanted to fuck him hard and fast until the point that his dick would make me regret ever getting on top. I rode him hard and talked shit. I have no idea what I said but he smacked my ass with one hand and pulled my hair with the other one. My head jerked back. For a good couple of minutes, my pussy got wetter and hotter. Whatever this was it was becoming heaven for me. I fucked him through the pain. The pain became something amazing. That was when I realized that his dick seemed to be pumping without his pelvis thrusting. He was coming again? Sure enough, he started to get vocal with his orgasm, his dick got thicker hotter and that was it because he let it all go and screamed, “I’ve never come like that before!” My ride was over.
We fucked a few more times that night each time was more of the same he would bust his nut within the first five minutes of us starting. In between the fucking came admissions of guilt on his part. He told me that he had lied about how many girls he had fucked. He said that he had a girlfriend back home and that before her he had sex with several girls. He went on about how his mother loved her but that he had never been in love with her. He hadn’t wanted girls for anything other than sex until me. He said that before meeting me all he truly knew, understood or thought about was baseball. He said a lot of things. The sexual admissions included him saying that I brought out something in him sexually that he didn’t know was even in him, that he had only watched rough sex like we had in porn and that he would do to me what I’d let him. We kissed a lot before I left. He put me in a cab.
On the way home I thought about how he lied to me from the jump. He had a girlfriend that I should have known about before he ever asked to put his dick in me. I guessed that like Mr. Methodical he wasn’t so perfect after all. Men no matter what lie. It hadn’t mattered that he had gotten to know me and spent so much time building a bridge between my heart, mind and pussy. He was a man and even at 16 knew how to hurt even a girl like me who usually could care less. I dismissed Hit and A Miss in my head and hoped that he would not ever call me again. Yet, when I got home there he was calling almost instantly.
“You know I think I want you to be my girlfriend,” he said on the phone, “I do. I need you to be my girlfriend. I’m sorry for lying to you and I hope you forgive me.”
I told him that I didn’t like being lied to and that it meant a not very cool start for us then I made sure to remind him he HAD a girlfriend. He agreed and apologized several times. We got off the phone. I avoided his calls the next day. I not only didn’t appreciate his lies but I had not had much fun fucking him. The times we did it that night it was just never long enough for me to truly enjoy it. Yes, I had managed to orgasm once during it but I had been trained by Mr. Methodical to be capable of multiple orgasms since he was. I’d rather have a liar who could consistently stay in the game until I reached home to score too.
Swing and A Miss called again the next day and came by my job. He was like the little boy who just couldn’t understand being benched for under performing. He called again the next day and spoke to my Mom in Spanish when he called. She loved him and said I should date this kind of very nice boy. This motherfucker tried every trick in his playbook. He finally got me alone and said he was sorry for having sex with me before doing the right thing which was breaking up with his old girlfriend. Those were the right words for me to allow him back on the field. He started courting again. No sex just courting. We were young and falling in love then as quickly things had started they would begin to end. The official news came that in a little over a week he would have to leave to move up to the next class in the Farming system. I was devastated. I liked him courting me. I liked being a real girlfriend; it was more emotionally fulfilling than being the girl an ungrateful boy fucked exclusively.
Then like it was God’s will his roommate got sent home. He now would have a room all to himself for the duration of his stay. We suddenly went from being two lovebirds to two fucking maniacs. That first day he had that room to himself we spent it fucking and fucking. I had lied to my parents about being at work for a double shift. The sex with him was dodgy again. I wanted to give him a good chance this time thinking I wanted to fuck him as much as I could no matter what. I thought maybe after a couple of days into it he’d get his mind right and would stop coming so quickly because his balls will be empty and he’d get used to the passion between us.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case at all. What did happen is that he got VERY comfortable with me very quickly. The second day, he shared his love for porn with me. He was especially fond of scenes of women riding faces and squirting on them. He asked me to do that to him. I told him I didn’t know how to squirt and couldn’t. He wanted me to ride his face until I came at least he said that since I got so wet he’d enjoy it. I had a thing about pleasing so I did. I learned that he was more than obsessed with porn. This was before the days of the internet streaming it easily into every horny man’s lap. He actually had to “find” magazines and tapes that catered to his fetishes.
I learned that he masturbated a lot. He especially wanted to watch me masturbate. He kept showing me what he liked and kept asking if we could. I kept saying yes. I was turned on by how his young mind was as sick as mine. The more I learned about him the more I realized that no matter what I did he was not capable of controlling his orgasm or so I thought. He noticed my frustration after he got done fucking me from behind one night. He had just finished giving me what was the hardest, most violent fucking I had ever gotten. He asked what was wrong and said that he knew that the mean face wasn’t because he left marks on my ass from spanking it.
“It’s just that your dick is so good and I get so into it. We can fuck like sick animals and you still treat me like a lady after. I get so worked up to the point where I just think I can’t take another smack, bite or hair pulling and then when I want more…you just ALWAYS STOP.”
He apologized and said he had been trying his best. He said that he never had that problem with the other girls but that I was tighter, wetter, hotter and that when I flexed it and fucked him back each time that he would just lose it because I brought that animal out of him. He even admitted about how the first time on the sink was less about his roommate, that he knew would be gone all night, walking in on us and all about needing to fuck me anywhere but the bed. He apologized and then he said, “We don’t always have to be animals.”
He started to “make love” to me. I just thought about Mr. Methodical’s ability to control his dick no matter how rough we got. No, it had never been anything like this but it was close enough and he had half the dick Hit and A Miss had. My sweet boy kept dicking me down slowly and gently. The entire time this sensitive beautiful otherwise perfect man tried his very best to please me my mind was thinking about another man and time. He had managed to win my heart and mind so quickly but my pussy was not in the game. He made love to me slowly until the thoughts of the other man got me to come. He made love to me several times that night.
The day he was leaving I went to see him one last time. There in his room he talked about our future as I for the first time decided it was time to repay him for ALL the pussy he had eaten. His dick was a monster yet I managed to give him head until he came…I swallowed, we fucked, we made love (this time both of us) and then he suggested we shower together. He held me for as long as he could in that shower. We got out, dressed and headed with his bags downstairs. My best friend was waiting on me. He and I had a long kiss Good-Bye. That was that last I would see of him for very long time.
He stayed in contact with me through the distance and demands of baseball for months. It was working just fine until I met Sweetest Ride and my pussy made the decision she wanted for me. I followed that path and Hit and A Miss followed his. One day I turned the T.V. on and there he was up to bat for a Major League team, he was just 19. He hit that ball hard and got on base. I watched the rest of the game. Watched him make some amazing catches like he had in the Minors. That first year he went on to break some records in some very important games. He became the baseball player everyone said he would be since the age of 16.
Over the years when I’ve had not so great boyfriends who fucked me good but treated me bad…I wondered. I wondered what it might have been like with Hit and A Miss as my man instead. He couldn’t fuck me as long as I might have wanted but at least he knew how to love both sides of me. He SAW me! He treated me as a man should treat a woman…like a lady in front of others and like fucking whore in the bed. The fact that he became a successful millionaire made my pussy’s decision worse.
