Finally, she stands before me. She's outside my door, looking at me shyly. "Can I come in?" she asks.
I stand aside to let her in. She walks by me as I check out her outfit. I asked her to wear it, but it turns me on that she actually wore it. I wonder if she wore what I told her not to.
Starting from the bottom, she's wearing a pair of black Mary Janes with two-inch heels with white anklet socks. They make her bare legs very shapely all the way up to her very short plaid pleated skirt. The skirt barely covers her scrumptious butt as I see her thighs flair towards it. She wears a thin white blouse, tied just above her navel. The blouse isn't quite thin enough to see what her charms are, but they move seductively as we walks by. Her reddish-brown hair is pulled back into a pair of pigtails.
She's my ex. My sexy-as-hell ex has come over to show me she still wants to be my slut. I'm looking forward to seeing her body again and feeling it up against me. First, she has to make the move.
The center of the room has been cleared. I sit on the couch and look at her expectantly. "Are you serious?" she asks.
"Completely. I want to see you dance and do your best to seduce me. Do you want to be fucked or not?"
She pouts prettily, but nods. I put on some music and she starts to sway. Her body moves, her hands down her sides, pulling her blouse just a little tighter, showing me the shape of her breasts. As she rubs her hands back up her body, she raises the sides of her skirt, showing she's not wearing panties. (Just as I asked.)
She dances for quite awhile, hinting at her assets without actually revealing anything. She's good at this, although she doesn't know it. My cock is aching, screaming for her.
She stops in front of me, smiling. She gives me a sly grin before spinning 180 degrees. Her skirts lifts just a little, giving a hint of what is to come.
She bends over slowly, right in front of me. The hem of her skirt rises slowly up her thighs, eventually revealing her ass and, ultimately, her pussy in all its glory. My cock almost blows from the sight.
She reaches back and flips her skirt over her hips, fully revealing her charms. She grins at me lewdly and says, "Would you like a taste?" Who am I to say no?
I lean forward and bury my face in her snatch. Oh, the taste and smell. I lick her clit up to her asshole, dipping my tongue in her slit as I go. I can hear her breathing increase as I lick all the places I know she likes. Her ass begins to sway back and forth as the passion starts to overtake her.
Unbeknownst to her, I pull down by pants and underwear, revealing my hard cock. I work her into a frenzy before I stop. She moans in frustration as I sit back on the couch with my rod sticking straight up. "Sit," I say.
She reaches between her legs to grasp my manhood to position it as she lowers her dripping pussy onto me. My legs are together, so she is unable to lower herself completely. I reach forward and grab her breasts, pulling her back towards me. Her ass drops completely, impaling her on me. I pinch her nipples hard as she moans loudly from the penetration.
She leans back against me, impaled on me. Her legs are spread and her feet are off the floor, so she can't move her body very much. She tries to grind her pussy on me, but in this position there's nothing to contact her clit.
I continue to play with her breasts with one hand as I reach into her hair with another. I pull her hair fairly hard, yanking her head back and to one side.
"Horny, my little slut? Do you want to cum?"
"Yesss," she moans.
"Touch yourself. Play with your clit with me inside of you."
I spread my legs a little more, forcing her legs wider. She reaches down and I feel her fingers begin to touch her sensitive parts. Her movements become more limited as she is opened wider, but her hips gyrate mightily.
"That's it. I know you've said you have to be comfortable to cum, but you're not getting up until you do. You're going to have an orgasm right here, on this couch, with my cock inside of you."
I kiss her neck as she moans and gyrates, enjoying being a slut. She was always one that said she didn't really like it, but once it was brought out, she was perfect at it.
While keeping a hold on her hair, I reach over to the remote control for the TV. "I remember when you used to me my slut all the time. That little cunt of yours was available for me to fill whenever I wanted. Remember that?"
"Mmmm hmmm," she lets out.
I press a button on the remote and the TV comes on. Pictures of her in various stages of undress scroll past. Some with her tied down, bent over, or with my cock in her mouth.
"Look at what a slut you were. Nothing has changed, has it?"
She opens her eyes and I feel her stiffen. She hates seeing these pictures because she thinks they look awful. I haven't been able to stop looking at them since she left because they look so good. Her fingers have stopped their play.
I pull her hair harder and I pinch her left nipple. "Don't you dare stop. Keep fingering that pussy."
She whimpers, but does what I say. I see that her eyes are closed tightly to block out the images. They continue to slide by on the screen.
"Open your eyes. Look at that pussy, those tits, that ass. Do it!"
She hesitantly opens her eyes. She alternates between whimpering and moaning as picture after picture of her nakedness shows.
I stop pinching her nipples so hard and go back to gently playing with her breasts. I still hold her head back, but alternate between kissing her neck and whispering in her ear.
"Look at how hot you look into those pictures. Such a beautiful slut. You used to love showing me that pussy of yours for me to photograph. It would get you so hot and wet, didn't it?"
