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"I want more, though. I want the guy to suck my creampie pussy clean after he cums.
That stuff with the breast pump drove me wild. 'A', or any other guy,
for that matter, won't get into my pants until he agrees to eat the
creampie pussy!"
That Friday evening Chrissy and "A" went out to dinner. After dinner
she insisted on paying for her own meal, figuring that she would
establish some control by doing that. She suggested that they go to
her place afterwards, and he readily agreed.
In a roundabout way Chrissy steered the conversation toward sex. She
concealed her excitement admirably, and was gratified that "A"
appeared to be aroused. She initiated kissing and touching, and when
she was sure that her date had a raging erection underneath his jeans,
she insinuated that she liked sex a bit on the kinky side. That, of
course, aroused her date even more, since he had wild fantasies about
what was to come.
Chrissy led him to her bedroom, and they undressed each other. During
their previous conversation she made it clear, although in a subtle
way, that she greatly enjoyed cunnilingus. He had picked up on this
and in an effort to please her, put his face between her slender
thighs and worked on her creampie pussy with a skill that she appreciated. She
shuddered and writhed with an intense orgasm, and her vocal moans
inspired confidence in him.
When he got into position to enter her creampie pussy, she put him off and began
handling his boner, as if appreciating it.
"Mmmm, what a nice hard cock," she said. "I bet there's a big load of
cum in there - I'd love to have you squirt that load inside me. Do
you want to fill my basket?"
"Ohhhh, Chrissy..."
Now I've 99% got him, she said to herself.
"If I let you inside my creampie pussy," she said with as much wide-eyed innocent
sensuousness as she could gather, "You've got to promise to do
something special for me." She waited for his reaction.
He excitedly asked what it was she wanted.
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