We pulled up by the river, and I checked my messages…
[TinaHanson: RU there?]
It took him a while to answer. [Yeah, I’m just having trouble finding the spot.]
[Where RU?]
[On MLK, I just passed a church.]
[Well, don’t text and drive, you don’t want to get pulled over.]
He called me, “Hello?”
“I just passed United Methodist.”
“United Methodist?”
“That’s the wrong way,” my dad shook his head, “Tell him to turn around.”
“Who’s that?”
“Just turn around, and look for the Purina Plant. Just past that, there’s a parking lot underneath the highway.” I hung up, and waited, but first of all:
He’s not my real dad, he’s my step-dad, and don’t worry. He never touched me, I’m way too young, and skinny for his taste. He loves my mom, he married her, because he’s one of those “More to love,” kinda guys.
He had a whole lot of love in his gut, too. I don’t really think about it much, beyond wondering how they do it, with all that extra fat in the way. “Mor cushion for the push-in?” I guess, but that’s not really what I’m into. I don’t want to sound mean, and it’s her body, it’s just hard to imagine. 2 people that size, making it work.
Oh well, I don’t have to but finally he found the spot, and pulled in. “Bye dad,” I got out without giving him a kiss, and he started up the car before I got across the parking lot.
Pretty much empty, this early on a weekday afternoon. School’s barely out, and the petfood plant’s been closed for years. So, they mostly just use this parking lot to get to the river walk, and go for a run, or a bike ride, or whatevever.
“Hey,” I climbed in, and kissed his cheek before I even sat down, and shut the door. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“You too,” he didn’t even put it in park, but he took his foot off the break, and turned around to get back on the street. “Who was that?” he asked, as if he was just making conversation.
“Oh, that’s just my step dad.” I pulled the seatbelt down, mostly so we didn’t get pulled over just for that. Can’t be too careful. “Don’t worry, he never touched me, so there’s nothing to be jealous of. I’m not his type.”
I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed. He catfished me, maybe he took all those photos years ago, and then he let himself go a little. Of course, he didn’t tell me that. He just sent me old pictures he kept, while we’re still sexting.
“He know you’re here?”
“Of course! He just dropped me off, but he’s not my real dad. I’m 16, and my mom would never let me go out with some guy I met on the internet.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why me?”
“Huh, I told you I like older men.” In better shape, but I guess beggers can’t be chosers. “Boys my age, they like to say that they’ve got tons of experience, but then they get you in bed, and they don’t have any idea what they’re doing.”
“Your age.”
“I told you, I just turned 16.”
“Well, happy birthday.”
“Well, I’m almost 17, but that’s still not old enough to take dirty pictures, and share them on the internet. It’s old enough for sex, but for some reason, you have to be 18 to do pornography.”
He nodded. I’d sent him selfies, even dressed up as sexy as I dared, but still Dressed. Fully clothed, but as close to the legal limit as I dared.
When we got to the bridge, he signaled for the ramp up out of the river basin. Then, he looked back when he saw the car turn onto the ramp after him.
“He’s following us?”
“Of course. Look, I know you’re a nice guy,” and a liar, “But I don’t want to be kidnapped. You know one in three stranger abductions end in the girl being killed, in the first 24 hours.”
“Oh, I’d never do that.”
“Of course not, but even if you were that kind of man, you don’t think they decide to, before they grab a girl, and run off with her?” I figure they just grab a girl, then when they see what they did to her. They panic, and kill her to get rid of the witness? “Where are we going anyways?” We got to the top of the ramp, so he could turn onto the bridge, and cross it on the way downtown.
“Oh, I got a room at a hotel. It’s nice, you’ll like it.”
“Good,” at least it’ll have a bed, instead of a back seat, but looking back. He didn’t have any luggage, or anything back there. Not even fast food bags, and empty drinks so he must’ve cleaned it out before he came to pick me up.
I shrugged, realizing that I didn’t even check the state on his license plate, but Bob is right there, behind us. So, it’s no problem for him, and I feel a little safer. I guess. “Here we are.”
Okay, when he said Hotel, he ment a Motel, and he got a room around back. Where you couldn’t see the pool in the courtyard, let alone anyone in the office saw us pulling up right outside the door.
I was in a hurry to get in, and undressed. I’m not a virgin, not at all, but we’d been talking for over a year, and I wasn’t lying when I told him how nice it was to finally meet him. Belly and all, he’s not that fat. Standing over by the window, and trying to look out around the curtain without being seen.
“He just going to wait out there?”
“Yeah, and probably give me a ride home when we’re done, which is never going to happen if you don’t come over here, and fuck me.”
I lay back on the bed, patiently waiting for him to look over, and see me. All the work I put into dressing sexy, not like a whore. Especially now that he took me to such a seedy hotel, I’m glad that I didn’t dress up like a whore, and I don’t even want to think about that.
Sure, the money is good, but then you have to look yourself in the mirror. Even if nobody else knew that, I was having sex for money, I would, and I have to live with myself.
“You look great.” Finally, he let go the curtain, and came over. If he had a boner, I couldn’t see it with his pants pulled up over his belly.
“Huh!” I just looked up in his eyes. “Well, why don’t you help me out of these tight clothes?” I offered, my legs crossed on my hip, so the skirt didn’t ride up. So he could finally touch my leg, run his hand up under the skirt, and feel my thigh.
“Huh!” I picked it up, and put my hip back. My knee up, and let him follow it down to the crotch of my panties. He skipped up, over my bunched up skirt, and started playing with the buttons of my top. Pulling it out, and unbuttoning it from the bottom, but that was more than enough expectation for me.
So, I grabbed his pants by the pockets, and pulled myself over. Closer to the end of the bed, and felt into the front of his pants. His zipper, down, and stuck my fingers inside to roll his hardness around in his silky boxers, but they didn’t have a fly? Just a plain front, so I had to unbutton his pants to pull them down.
“You’re not wearing a bra?” He finally got far enough up the buttons to feel around inside. Cup my breasts, and squeeze them together. Rub my nipples hard with his thumbs, and pinch them gently to pull them out. Let them slip, and pop back, skillfully.
“Huh, I love married men.” I rubbed his hardon through his silky shorts, then scooted back over to make room.
“Why?” he had to kick his shoes off, and step out of his pants to get on the bed.
“Well, I know that you’re nice enough to get a wife, and since you’re still married, that means she’s satisfied. You don’t mind sleeping around, so that means you can keep it on the down low. Discrete, so I can trust you not to get us busted.”
“Huh,” he almost laughed, “You know, I was a little worried there that this was some kind of trap.”
I finished unbuttoning my shirt, but then I left it, and pulled my panties down. “See for yourself, no cock.” I pulled my skirt up, and spread my legs. So, he twisted, and bent over to go down between them.
“Smooch!” He kissed my fresh waxed mound first, then dug his nose in, and took a deep sniff from my pussy. “Huh, yeah. So, you’re a virgin?”
I had to laugh, “No. Of course not, look at me.” I went to so much trouble to stay thin, and pretty. Put on blush to show off my high cheekbones, because they’re my best feature. I’m proud of them, while the rest of my body is just.
Well, I’m straight, and being a teenager, I’m probably a little too self conscious. So, for the sake of keeping your attention, I’ll say that I’m young, and horny. I’m not going to lie to you about having big 38 double Ds. Some guys like them young, pretty and petite. I’m lucky to find one, the way that the cock blocking laws are set up to keep girls like me off the pole.
Also, there’s what he said about thinking this might be entrapment? Well, yeah. Duh? The name Tina Hanson wasn’t a clue? Of course that’s not my real name, but you know, that’s short for Christina? As in Chris Hanson, as in To Catch a Predator?
Of course he’s old enough to remember that old show, it’s still on reruns, and if you can’t watch it in your area, you can find the episodes on Youtube. Maybe you don’t want to, but I used to play with myself watching that, and of course, I also got some ideas.
I guess it’s kinda cute, how he turned out to be. In real life, not the ex college football player who still had his game winning bod. “Huh, that’s enough.” I finally pushed his head out, from between my legs. “I’m wet enough, but you can get a rubber out of my purse?”
“Yeah, okay.” He got up, and went through it to find one on the bottom, while I got my fingers down, and inside me to loosen up.
“Huh!” At least he didn’t lie about that, or find pictures of some other guy’s dick, but that was definitely a big part of choosing him. That and he actually loves pussy, eating out his wife, and his mistresses, which means he’s got enough practice to get good at it.
That’s just an appetizer, and the main course. I don’t know how many inches, and I honestly don’t care, but as soon as he sent my that picture with the Red Bull can? Not quite that big around, and a little longer, I knew I just hade to have that. Dick in particular. Not too big, i hoped, and honestly I got a Red Bull just to see if I could get it to go in there.
It took a while, but eventually? “Huh, come here.” I just grabbed him by the shirt, as soon as he got it rolled on, and pulled it up. “Take this off.”
I didn’t particularly want to see his tummy, but if that got in the way, his shirt hanging down wouldn’t help. He got up, and straddled the pillow. Bending his knees, and felt my face. Ran his hands through my hair, and lifted my head.
He shaved his balls, I think. I told him that, I like teabagging, as long as they’re nicely manscaped. “Swop buh! Hul huh!” Then, I let them roll down my chin, damp. Licked up to the shaft, and kissed the head when he dragged it down my face, to shove it on my mouth. “Oom phup!” My cheeks sucked in when he pulled out, so I broke the seal, and let him shove it back in. Sucked it, and rubbed it with my tongue to get it wet. Holding his hips to stop him before he hit the back of my throat, and gagged me, then wrapped my hand around it to stop when it bumped my chin. “Smup smuph phuh!” I let it slip out, and my head rest back on the pillow. Stroked it with my wet fingers to slick it around, and get it nice and juicy.
“Huh now. Fuck me now.” He got down, as quick as he could, and felt my legs to the backs of my knees. Picked them up, while I held his hard rubbery fuck stick, and aimed it for the hole.
“Uh!” It pushed the air right out of me. So, I had to gasp, “Huh!” when he pulled out, to stuff it back inside me. “Uh, huh!” Deep inside me, and when he finally bottomed out. I felt his belly, and even grabbed it in both hands. It took a few strokes to really stretch me out, then push my cervix in so it stretched tight over him until he pulled out with another wet squelch. “Uh fuck me. Yeah fuck! Uh fuck yeah! Ah ah AhAhAhAh!”
At some point, he just shook it, hard. So it sawed in and out so fast, and barely bumped my cervix, but then it bashed it again, and again. “Ahfuck!” I had to push him off. “Ngeugh!” Shaking my head, and trying to breathe, when the spasms forced the wind right out of me.
“Oh my god, are you all right?” He lay down next to me, and I just nodded as hard as I could, trying to breathe.
“Huh, fuck, yes! Yeahs, oh yes! Huh!” I grabbed his head, and kissed his face. “Huh, I’ve never been fucked like that before, I never came like that before, I’ve never felt so much pleasure in all my life, that was fucking amazing!”
It’s one thing to have a big dick, and having an average one, but knowing how to use it is another. This was just the first time I found a guy with a big dick, AND he really knew how to use it!
“Huh, good.” He rolled over, and got up. “I’m glad, you mind if I take a shower?” Stripped off the condom, and went around to the bathroom.
“Huh, no, that was great.” He closed the door, and after I caught my breath. I got up, and listened through the door while he finished himself off, by hand.
“Huh!” Well, he kept it up, more than long enough to satisfy me. Like I’ve never been satisfied before, but once I got dressed. I checked the rubber, and sure enough, it was still empty.
Probably better that way, at least I told myself. I was a little disappointed that he didn’t pull out, and come all over me, or let me suck him off to swallow his load. i would have wiped it off my face to eat it anyway, but just to be on the safe side.
I don’t just have Pregnancy to worry about. Hooking up with strange men on the internet, to have sex in seedy hotel rooms.
“So, how’d it go?” My dad asked when I got in the car, but i just closed my eyes, and shook my head.
“Huh, just take me home, dad.”
“That bad, huh?”
“No, he was amazing, but I just want to feel right now.” I rubbed my legs through my skirt, because they were still that sensitive. “Can I tell you about it later?”
“Sure, no problem.”
One of the good things about married men is they can go home to their wives, so you don’t have to see them again.
Of course, one of the worst things about fucking married men is they go back to their wives, so they’ll never fuck you again.
Oh well, there’s plenty of fish in the sea, I guess.
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This is a complete fantasy. So, I hate to burst your bubbles, but I’m not a horny 16 year old, and you don’t want to snapchat with me.
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