| One of the Guys |
| Wednesday, 02 July 2008 | |||||||
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I am twenty-five years old, single, unattached, and very available female – or what they call an ‘old maid’. They say that if a woman reaches twenty-five years old and is not married, she is an ‘old maid’. I feel really upset about being considered as an ‘old-maid’. Whenever I watch the news on the two Princes, I imagine that I have two of the like Princes in my very own bedroom … yes, here with me. Well, I guess that is too much to wish for – IMPOSSIBLE even. Okay, I daydream now that I am with a single Prince… a Prince Charming. Oooh, just thinking of a Prince Charming in my room, my pussy’s fluids just wet my entire panty. Yes, I’m really desperate. I’m not ugly. In fact, I’m pretty -- too pretty that I have too many suitors, admirers, fans and what not that just don’t fit the profile that I require of a man of my dreams. A beauty queen for almost one year …, can anyone imagine that I have no steady boyfriend as of today? Well, believe it. All the men that came into my life within the past eleven months were somehow okay at one point or another, but there were always some flaws in the relationship that I could not live with. Yes, you can say that I am very picky. But I do have a point that if I am to have a man enter my life, he’s got to be serious and he’s got to think of marriage because there is no use in getting involved with a man if there is no future in the relationship. Look, I’m twenty-five years old. I have only five years to go to reach the “at-risk” stage in pregnancy.
Oh, look outside, I see one suitor park his car. He shall be my Prince Charming for the time being. Steve is his name. Let us see if he will prove to be my true Prince Charming. I hear the ring. I press on the button and pretend I did not see him park his car, alight from it and approach my door.
“Who is it?” my voice goes through.“It’s Steve,” he says.
I pretend to be surprised to hear his voice, I press the unlock button and a click is heard as my inviting words travel through the speaker. I hear his steps come through my front door as the door opens and closes. But inside me, I sigh, “Hmp! … another loser.” I’m in my bedroom up here on the second floor completely naked. What shall I do now? I turn on the microphone on my intercom and said in a very sweet bedroom voice, “Hello, Prince Charming. Good evening. Can you prove me your worth?”
He says he can. Wow! Some loser, I believe. He did not even think twice! Now, I feel challenged. Hhhmm, I will see what he does. I ask him how he will he prove it. He goes to my music system and turns on a dancing music. He started doing break dance moves, hip hop moves, all other dance moves. I just start laughing at this as I watch him on my TV monitor. He’s just crazy! What’s he doing? I zoom in to his face. He is cute though; he is tall and has sex appeal. But I believe he’s ‘just one of the guys.’ Gee, I can see him sweating. I look at my main controls if the room temperature in the living room is right and it is. He is a performer, for one thing; a great dancer, too. Oh! He’s removing his top shirt! Look, I can feel some strange sensation in my pussy. Let me check in my mirror. I am here sitting in bed, spreading my legs wide. Oh, gee… see my clit, it is shiny damp and I can see mucus in my vagina about to flow out. I put my finger onto the thick fluid and spread it all over my pussy opening including my clit. I turn and look at the TV screen once more. He has an undershirt. What suspense.
“My Princess, look at me sweat. See all these fluids on my body and undershirt?” he asks.
Yes, I do… I clearly do. I can see every speck in every pixel on my TV screen zoom feature. He has deltoid muscles separating his arm muscles with a deep definition cut between them. His forearm muscles are striped and like his deltoids. My voice goes through the speakers saying that I can see his every muscles. He asks me if I want to see more. Of course, I want! My bedroom voice of superiority said that I want.
His dance continues. My lungs clog up as he unbuckles his belt. My palms cover my opened mouth, eyes not blinking afraid to miss an action or a sight. He pivots very slowly as he pulls down his pants. I can see one leg off as he turns slowly faster. I see both pants’ legs off as he pivots faster. He now is turning like a top, his pants flying off seventy-five degrees angle upwards into the air and dropping landing on my Persian carpet. He stops on three with one arm raised vertically towards the ceiling as if pointing to heaven with only an index finger extended. His head is down and is slowly rising.
I zoom some more as his head rises. I see his huge round eyes has black outlines; and now I can see his upper lip … and…Oh my goodness gracious! He has long sharp fangs! OOOOH! I want those fangs digging into my pussy! Look! His tongue is snaking out through the narrow opening between his pair of fangs! MMmm, my nipples are tingling and my clit is quivering. His tongue transformed from wide, thick and round to narrow, sharp and curls on all ways. I can almost feel his tongue deep into my vagina touching my g-spot on the deep end of my vagina. My heart seems to reach down to that g-spot meeting the tip of his tongue; my lungs inflated and deflated over and over again.
He snarls, gnarls and growls; he leapt onto the corner edge of the couch like a hyena. AAaaay! He just ripped off his undershirt – down in the middle! Mmmm, those chest muscles … I can feel my anus contracting inwards.
“Now, Your Highness,” he says in a very deep and whole voice, “Would you like more?”
“Yes, indeed, my Prince Charming,” said I.
He stands up in slow motion. I can see his eight pack abdominal muscles all lumpy like a mountain range. Oh! Oh! OH! His dick is out of his underwear! I am zooming in my lens now. Oh, it looks like five inches is out! Let me check with my computer. Yes, it says here, five inches and three fourths is out his briefs. It reads here that inside his briefs reveals another five inches. OOOH! Can I have that in my pussy!
He rubs his gun as he grinds. Okay, he is a vampire, a snake, a hyena and a Prince Charming; and now he is a macho dancer! COOL! I can’t help it, but my fingers now are rubbing my clit. He turns about face and pulls down his underwear as he grinds. If he will be my wedded husband, on my shower, I don’t need a macho dancer! He is just PERFECT! His grinds are just extremely excellent! Oh … those butts… I love round butts just a little bigger than the waist covering his entire hip bones; and he’s got those. He turns to the camera. With my camera still in zoom position and focused on the lower portion of his body, his turn reveals his nude penis! I fall back. My mouth is drooling.
Oh – Oh – OOH, he is coming upstairs!
“I’m coming to seek my Princess,” he says.
“And I’m waiting for my Prince Charming. Come get me,” my response was quick without thinking twice. Did I say that? I cannot believe myself!
And there he is, at my bedroom’s entrance. I pretend to not be excited. He approaches me, kneels and bows down. In my sitting position, I spread my legs wide and pull his bowed head towards my very wet pussy. I can feel his fangs… OOOh YES! This is not happening to me! His tongue … I feel it enter the depths of my pussy. Oooh, yes, I can feel the tip of his tongue tickling my g-spot deep within. He sucks my clit at the same time. I shiver and tremble just like how a building moves when a train passes through. I can’t help it but massage my own Cup D breasts while his finger tips rub both my nipples.
His body mounts on my waiting body and his dick slowly enters my waiting pussy. “How does my Princess like it done, Your Highness?” he asks.
“I want it rough. … REAL ROUGH!” I reply.
“Your wish is my command,” replies he.
He pumped on me real hard.
“AAAAH, Ummff, Mmmm, Ummphh, huhhh, Ooh, FUCK ME HARDER, HARDer, MORE!” are all the words that just comes out of my mouth. I can’t believe it myself. I plead him to hurt me, hurt me good. He twists me to my side in bed and he turns the opposite way and we have our legs in scissor position. He amazingly still continues to pump hard in that odd position and his cock just hits exactly my g-spots on the deepest end of my vagina. I thought I had only one g-spot in there, but on this position, his cock seems to hit not only one. I just can’t count how many. I am having multiple cums now. Somehow, I can feel his clear fluids mix with my cums deep inside.
 Don’t ask me if he is still considered a ‘loser’ to me. But I will answer that question anyway. I cannot deny the fact that he is GOOD in sex. He is nifty, erotic, sexy, and game in fulfilling one of the daydream stories I occasionally develop in my mind during early evenings. This is his first time to do this to me and this is our first sex intercourse together. He just came at that moment when I needed this game done and I did not expect him to come at this time today.
Still connected, he changes position moving behind me. His skin sounds like it is slapping my butts’ cheeks nonstop. I can feel two of his fingers enter my assholes. OOOH!!! His two fingers rub the membranes inside my asshole that connects to my vagina as his cock pumps in my vagina.
“I’m cum-ing a big huge cum!” I shouted. I pant hard pleading him to cum together with me and he explodes. His monstrous voice shook the bed – the room! I do not know if he will be my husband. I am twenty-five years old and I can’t decide still. I had known him since I got on-stage in the preliminary eliminations. He was my escort. He had proposed to me twice; he even bought a diamond ring that I returned to him. He bought a different one the second time; and I returned that to him, too. We dated -- just dated. We went out with my family. My family knows him well. But for me, he is still ‘one of the guys’. My family likes him though. Now, that we have sex, I do not know if I have the guts to refuse his proposal anymore.
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