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Social Seduction
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Social Seduction She had never really done this kind of thing before, reading through online personals, let alone considering responding to one. But after a night of being stood up on a date she had been looking forward to for a week, she was in a different kind of mood. She glanced down the list of ads, and once in particular stood out to her, “Dirty Pen Pals” was the title, and the ad went on to to explain that the person posting it was looking for someone to exchange stories with, and maybe even chat back and forth but nothing more, no pressure to ever meet in person. Liz thought maybe this was a great way to get what she wanted without the worry of being stood up or anything like that. She responded to the ad with the pen name “Pink Kitten”, and she explained how she was interested in his ad because she wanted to have some good dirty fun without physically dealing with another man at the time. She went on to explain that she was 46 years old and owned a neighborhood pet shop, and while she considered herself creative she had never put much thought into writing dirty stories but was interested in giving it a shot. The next night when she return from work, she sees an email from somebody with a pen name of “Twisted_Tongue.” Inside was a ten line poem so erotically written that as she read it, she could feel the authors fingertip running up her thigh, causing her legs to squirm as her juices began to flow. And finally he ended each email with a short and simple “Stay Pretty, Pink Kitty” She read the poem again and even a third time, as she slid her pants off, onto the floor, and began to slide a hand down her panties and slides a pair of fingers inside her dripping wet pussy. As she slides her fingers in and out, slowly bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm she decides that her response to her pen-pal will simply be a graphically detailed explanation of what his poem did to her and what she did as a result of it. The days and the weeks go by, the two of them exchanging emails with stories and<b> poems </font></b>back and forth. Each day Liz becomes more and more anxious waiting to see what her mystery man will say next, and cumming harder and harder with every word he writes her, and still ending each interaction with that same simple phrase, “Stay Pretty Pink Kitty” As time passed her body became so accustomed to cumming right after her reading that phase, that she could now just hear or read it at random and instantly got weak in the knees on the verge of another orgasm. Then one night after all of the customers have gone and Liz is sweeping up the store she finds a folded card lying on the floor, she picks it up and opens the card to see 4 simple words written inside it, “Stay Pretty Pink Kitty.” She frantically crumbled the card up and threw the card in the trash, she looked around the as her heard began to race, but she didn't know yet whether she was excited or afraid. What she did know, however, by the moisture building between her thighs, that she had read those four words again, because her legs started to tremble, her panties getting wetter and wetter and her mind could concentrate on nothing else but sticking her hands down her panties. “Not here, not now” she told herself as she splashed some cold water in her face in the pet store bathroom. Finally she regains her composure enough to shut out the lights, lock up the doors and begin the two block walk home. On the walk home she couldn't help but to think about her pen-pal. “Who was he?” “How did he find her?” and even more so after all these months talking to him, “How badly she just wants to feel him inside her, making her scream” She finally reaches her door, and right as she gets it unlocked she hears a voice whisper softly in her ear, “You sure are pretty, Pink Kitty.” She turns to see a young man barely barely old enough to buy the pack of cigarettes sticking out of his shirt pocket. In that instant her body reacted quicker than her mind could grasp the situation and she grabbed the young stud by the collar of his shirt, spun him around and threw him up against her front door. He leans down and with one hand pulls her head closer to him and begins to bite her lower lip, while he slides the other hand under the back of her shirt and begins to undo her bra as she fumbles her hands behind him clumsily trying to turn the knob on her door and open it. Finally the door opens behind the two of him and they make their way into the living room and over to the couch. She reaches down with both hands and pushes his pants and boxers down over his hips and lets them drop to the floor and as she looks him in the eyes, she puts her hand in his chest, and pushes him backward to take a seat on the couch. She reaches forward and softly places the tip of her index finger on his lower lip, and traces it down his neck, across his chest and wraps her hand firmly around his pulsating rod and begins to slowly stroke it as she leans over and begins to swirl her tongue around the head. His eyes close as he throws his had back on the couch in pure ecstasy, as she twists her head back and forth spinning her lips on his shaft as she slides every inch of him down her throat as she reaches up and begins playing with his balls. He feels himself nearing the edge as he reaches down and gently pulls on her cheeks, pulling her up to him as he leans down to give her a gentle kiss. “My turn now Pink Kitty” he whispers as he stands her up and spins her around to lie her down on the couch. Starting at her Liz's toes he walks along her body lightly drawing his fingers up her legs as he walks along the couch, giving a quick stinging slap on her inner thigh. She jumps with the shock, and begins to pant as he runs his hand along her inner thigh, and begins to gently pat her clit through her skirt and her already drenched panties before sliding them down thighs, over her knees and off her feet. He lifts her legs, and spreads her knees as he crawls on the couch in between them, leans in on top of her and licks and then bites on her nipple as he slides massive meat between her dripping wet pussy lips and inches it deep inside her. She screams in blissful pain as she slowly welcomes every inch of the biggest cock she has ever had, breathing heavier to deal with the pain and moaning louder from the pleasure. He pauses deep inside her, as he leans in, plants a long slow kiss on her lips, then stares deep into her lustful eyes as he slowly pulls out preparing for another stroke. She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip in anticipation of what she is about to feel again. “No No No Pink Kitty” he orders as he lightly slaps her on the cheek “Eyes Open.” She opens her eyes and gazes deep into his eyes, resisting the urge to close hers again as he rams his throbbing member deep inside her again as she screams with with agonizing bliss. He keeps going, thrusting with longer and harder strokes before she reaches up, and wraps her arms around the back of his neck pulling him down on top of her. He wraps his arms around her back and lifts her up off the couch as she locks her ankles behind his back to help hold her weight. He carries her across the floor of her studio apartment her nibbling on his earlobes all the way. He presses her back up against the wall next to her bed and placing a hand on each side of her bottom lifts her weight up off of his member and thrusting upward as he drops her weight down driving him deeper and deeper inside her with every stroke. Screaming louder and louder with each stroke, bouncing harder and harder on his rod with each thrust, rattling the photos on the wall. Liz can feel the tension build in her body as she gets closer and closer to cumming when finally she goes dead silent as she leans forward and bites down on his shoulder, pussy clenching around his cock as she digs her nails into his back. He spins her around and lays her on her back on the bed, pulls out her pussy orders her to lie on her stomach and begins to ease is cock into her back door. She slams her hands down on the bed beside her, gripping the sheets as she skirts the fine line between pain and pleasure until she finally has all of his manhood deep inside her. He grabs a hand full of hair as he begins ramming his rod deep inside her, again and again, harder and harder, thighs slapping against her ass cheeks, his balls beating up against her pussy with each thrust when finally he feels his nuts tighten and he knows he is about to explode. He rares back a plants a bright red handprint on her left ass cheek. She screams in blissful agony as it hurt like hell but was just what she needed to push her too far. She buries her head in her pillow screaming in ecstasy as her body tenses up clinching around his member, sending him over the edge. He pushes deep inside her one more time as he goes week in the knees, head laid back, eyes rolled into the back of his head as he screams with climactic bliss. Cock still throbbing, pumping every last drop of his love juices inside her as she lay there bent over the edge of the bed, body shaking and trembling, struggling to catch her breath. He leans down to place a kiss on the small of her back as he gently pulls out, before heading to the restroom to clean up. He returns to the bedroom to find Liz, having crawled up the bed to her pillow, sound asleep. He quietly put his clothes on and locked the door on his way out. In the morning when Liz woke up, body still sore from the night before but still feeling amazingly satisfied, she drew a hot bath and soaked her pains away. She gets out of the tub and as she begins to dry off, she steps through the steamy fog in the room, and when she sees a message written in the moisture on the mirror, “Stay Pretty, Pink Kitty” all she can do is smile. |
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