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The Final StrawFor many months now i’ve been wanting to start posting my many adventures, and some fantasies for my fellow xhasterites to enjoy. Today was that last straw, the last bit of weight to urge me to just sit down longer than a jerk session and tell you about primeC, which is me and the messed up adventures i have put myself in or found myself in over the past 20yrs. Heres goes ye tail.To adjust the scene for you, i’m “THAT GUY” that guy you cant understand why ladies love, that guy with too much of everything you desire, that guy that you call when you absolutely need something done about something and nobody else can achieve it… that guy. Even though my looks and cock are simply average i live life as “on the edge” and “rock star” as possible. Today my good friend of 14 yrs called upon my help for several reasons – him and his wife of 7 yrs and 3 k**s got into a large fight new years night, ending in alot of damage to the interior in his new car. He brought it to me to get road worthy, having much damage from her melt down. I own several busineses, one is specialized in the customizing of just about anything – i got him set and ordered him new parts, having only heard the meltdown story the last hour of helpin him, he starts blabbering about “you wouldn’t deal with this shit, you dont fukn have to man. why do i? What the fuk makes a girl do this shit?” I jokinly reply “hormones man. Stuff like that. Feelings are big too – you do have an asshole streak” the conversation drifted to me needing to go talk to this girl. Huff is the thought as once again, C will fix it up, just ask.I buzzed their apartment and was let inside very fast. As i crested the top of the stairs i notice her, lookin as sweet as possible standing in the doorway anadolu yakası escort to their rent controlled apartment. She was a former model, before the first 8 lbs of her first pregnacy took her from all that, she still had the look under all that domestic weathering – the years of little sleep, the k**s, the pills, the k**s, the fighting, the k**s….well you see it all the time. She invited me in, the drink of my generation isnt a drink at all, she twisted a nice fatty and we began to talk. She actually tried to excuse her actions at first, after making her see she was far from ok with all that she burst into this speech about nobody knows how she feels and nobody respects her like before she quit the biz. Moving on to “and i cant get a man to give me a second look, even mr. mom there. Can you make him want to fuck me once in a while? really!” she was rounding the corner on a tantrum, walking around the apartment straightening things that didnt need it, picking things up and putting them back, she was very pent up – talking faster by the second. I cornered her in the small effeciency kitchen and she collapsed her upper half on the counter and started repeating the core basics again only asked “i’m not nasty or b**stly am i? its like i stopped being a chick” blah blah blah. Emo people tend to bring out the worst in me, the constant whining and blabbering wasnt getting me out of there and my buddy back home fast enough. I knew from my buddy’s ranting that this innocent looking mom liked odd shit like pain, and fake ****, and all kinds of stuff not fitting of a mom of 3. I leaned down next to her head on the counter and said in a gruff tone “you know your fuckin hot so shut up, when ataşehir escort do you get away for anyone to think you sexy? your here or at the grocery store lady, theres no clubs and photo shoots otherwise youd still be snorting coke while some groupy eats your crotch and you know it so stop your bullshit” ending in a forceful tone. She moved the hair from her red and tear moistened face – looking at me with a look like i just unlocked her panties. Her breathing was heavy and long as she just looked thru my eyes. I knew this look, this was the “im in trouble with my friend” look. Knowing if i altered this mood she may get worse i swiftly decided to engage her.”oh ho ho you liked that did ya?” i asked with sarcasm and slight offense. She seemed to have steam coming from her as she groaned “ahuh” while biting on her bottom lip. “Well thats a shame, cuz you sposed to be a good mommy, notta whore” i sounded firmly, reaching over to ball a bundle of her blonde hair in my left hand i drew her up to mouth swiftly, and asked “do you know how to be a good mommy?” adding a shake. Her head was in my control, no pain but i had full control. She replied, “what if im not a good mom? huh!?” she said with a coy tone. I reached down and yanked her sweats down in two pulls. Admiring her back half, i said “well then you get treated like a slut” plunging my hand down the back of her undies, reaching until i felt her wet crotch. it was slick, my fingers slid easily thru her thick lips and spread the wetness to her clit. Her clit was buldging as i rocked my first two fingers on each side of it. She gasp, moaning in a deep low unending groan. Her mouth muffled by my pushing her to the counter – increasing my grip on the wad ümraniye escort of hair in my left hand. I worked my magic, slowing working her up, her back heaved as every breath shook her. I slowed pace, watching her rythmic motions subside. Sliding my hand downward i pulled her panties down a few inches and gravity took them to floor, an obvious noise of wetness as they landed onto the tile floor. My hand returned to her now, working her clit and entering her to pull back on her g-spot. I growled “is this what the little brat wants? Is it!?” building my pace. She called out Yes and didnt stop saying it, repeating it over and over faster and faster. Her whole upper body lay flat on the counter now, her feet apart, standing on the tips of her cute little toes and digging her nails into the counter. Her back heaved, heavily gasping when i felt the familiar actions of a squirter loading up. I worked faster then slower, bringing her close and letting it subside until i picked my moment. When i thought she was ready i impacted her insides with my finger tips rapidly, her muscled walls contracted and i pulled my hand back to feel the rush of liquid jet out and splash the floor. Her breathing was near panic attack status as she started to calm and tried to catch her breath to talk when i started hard and fast again. Her noises were intense, growing louder and louder till her mouth just moved, with no sound at all, and an intense look of pleasure on her face. Her body bucked and another rush of fluid came out, an on-going squirt lasting about 15 seconds. She collapsed, her knees gave way and i guided her to the ground – sitting in her own pile of thick slick liquid. Shaking like she sat in a freezer, she just looked at me. I proclaimed “yeah i know. Your welcome. Stop fukn up the program or THAT never happens again” and let myself out. As i walked the stairs an obvious squeak came from my shoes, hinting upon the wetness collected in my treads. As i drove away i notice her waving from the balcony assuring my forceful good nature worked again. Ahhh gotta say it was a good day.
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