Life of Paul: Rendezvous – Lauren

All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.

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Early November 1998

Autumn in southern California was a special time, when the heat only got up to the low 80’s, and the few leafy trees that grow naturally around town begin to loose their leaves.

It also means that days start getting shorter so premium skating time is less and less. The skate park gets more traffic as it’s lit and closes later, and, as a bonus, with its central location a lot of folks use it as a meeting spot.

It also happens that half of those folks are women, which is never a bad thing in my opinion.

A particularly large group of gals was hanging around after the park closed one November evening. Some were waiting for boyfriends, some for their friends, and some were just hanging around waiting to see if there was a party or something to go to.

As we were all standing around, I noticed Lauren glancing over at me a few times. I admit, I was glancing at her as well since she was a total stunner.

Her face had sharp features, large round hazel eyes, very full and wide lips, and very long light brown hair that seemed to be impossibly straight. She was wearing a short, grey, flowing skirt that went to her upper thighs since her legs were very long. She also had on a halter style crop top that showed off her flat stomach and barely covered her D-cup breasts. It was low cut and revealed a lot on the sides of her breasts, which made me glance her direction often.

As the various plans were made and farewells said, people started to depart a few at a time. Laurens friend departed with her boyfriend, who was also my friend, promising to meet up at another friends house.

I was leaning against my car, smoking the rare cigarette (it lost its coolness once I was able to buy them legally) pondering if I was going to meet up with my friends or head home. Lauren, after her friend left, approached me. I played it cool, as I always do (and anyone who says otherwise is fibbing).

“Hey, Paul,” said Lauren. “Can I bum one of those?”

“Sure,” I told her, extracting a cigarette from the pack. I lit it and she took a drag before sitting next to me on the hood of the Green Goblin.

“So,” I said, trying to make conversation, “gonna go to go Josies tonight? She claims she was able to get a keg, but I’m not sure I believe her.”

“Ha. You shouldn’t,” Lauren chuckled. “Her brother got her one last time, but he’s probably not home so it will be whatever can be pilfered from her parents liquor cabinet, which won’t be much.”

“Yea, I’ll probably skip it. My legs are sore anyways,” I said.

“I’ll bet. I saw you try to land that trick for like, what, an hour?”

“Or more,” I said. “Got it in the end though, so worth the effort.”

We sat in silence for a few moments, puffing and enjoying the sudden quiet of a park devoid of people.

“So, you were watching me for an hour?” I asked. Even in the dark, I could see her blush slightly.

“I…noticed you, that’s all,” she said, smirking. “So don’t let it go to your head or anything.”

“A hot chick noticing me for an hour? How could that not go to my head?”

“So you think I’m hot,” she inquired.

“I think you are as hot as much as you noticed me,” I countered.

She pondered on this a moment. “So you think I’m really hot?”

“So you noticed me for a while?” I retorted.

We smiled at the game we were playing. It was fun talking to Lauren even though talking to hot chicks still caused me a bit of unease.

“Listen,” I said, “I was thinking of getting something to eat. Wanna hit up the cafe for a late night burger?”

“Maybe,” she said, taking another drag off her cigarette. She thought about this as we finished our respective smokes. Stamping hers out with a long legged, cork wedge shoed foot, she cocked her head and smile at me. “I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

“Even though it’s just a burger?”

“A date is a date,” she said. Before I could retort further, she walked a few spaces away and got into her little 70’s VW beetle. I was getting into my car when I heard the tell-tale click-click-click of a dead battery. Lauren tried several more times to start it to no avail. She got out, cheeks blowing her long hair out of her face in frustration.

“Got any jumper cables?” she asked.

“No, actually, I don’t”.

“Super. They tow cars after midnight,” she said, annoyed at the situation.

Pulling out my Thomas Guide I scanned the area. There were some shops listed, but no hours posted.

“Hey, I found a couple auto parts stores that might be open. Hop in and we’ll get you a new battery.”

She cocked her head again, smiling. “And how do I know you won’t take me back to your apartment just to have your way with me? I’ve heard stories, you know.”

“Because I’m hungry more than anything, so unless you come with ketchup and extra onions, you have nothing to fear from me.”

She laughed at this assurance. “Fair enough,” she said, getting into the passenger seat. I tossed her the guide. “You navigate. First ones on the edge of town. If that one’s closed we can do the next and the next until we get a battery. Savvy?”

“Sounds good,” she said. “And thank you. You don’t have to do this.”

“It’s the least I can do for how much you noticed me,” I said, smiling as I pulled out of the parking lot.

#

Over an hour and a half later, Laurens new battery was connected and the test start was successful. We had driven over an hour to find a parts store still open, and even then it was only just. We got the battery and some jumper cables (for me) and headed back to the deserted skatepark.

Lauren held the flashlight for me as I installed it. We had had a fun conversation about various life things on our search for car parts and she turned out to be a pleasant and intriguing woman to be around. And we hadn’t even gotten to the dinner portion yet of our date!

I closed the back hood, put my tools back into my trunk and tried to wipe the grime from my hands. It was less than successful.

“The cafe is open 24 hours,” I called out to Lauren, “if you’re still up for it, we can…”

The rest of my words were cut off by Lauren smashing her wide, full lips onto my mouth. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist, taking care not to smear her exposed back with my dirty hands.

We kissed for a few minutes before Lauren pulled up a bit. “Thank you for all your help,” she said, pecking me on the lips again. “I appreciate it. Especially for not being a creep or anything. I’ve had to deal with those types before and I’m glad I didn’t with you.”

“You’re welcome,” I told her. “And I’m sorry for your past run-ins. I’m also sorry if I left a greasy hand-print on your ass,” I said, holding up my hands. She turned her head to look behind her.

“Eh, it wouldn’t be the worst thing. Besides, that’s nothing compared to what I have planned.”

Oh? She has plans now? Interesting.

“Oh? I said, “and what would those be?”

“Well,” she said, backing me up until my butt was against my trunk, “as I said, I’ve heard stories about you. And since I was already interested in you, the stories just made it more intriguing.”

Kissing me some more, she moved her hands down my front, grazing over my crotch as she worked on my belt buckle. “So I want to do something that will be satisfying for both of us as well as a proper expression of how much I appreciate your help tonight.”

With one last peck, she undid my belt and pants with her hands. Moving her hands to my ass, she slipped down my pants and boxers until they hit the pavement. I could feel my semi-hard cock flip out and bump her leg, which no doubt she noticed as well. I glanced around the deserted parking lot, making sure we were alone. Except for the far off street light, and the dim bulbs our the cars’ running lights, we were masked from prying eyes.

Slowly dipping down to her knees, she got the first real look at my cock. “Holy fuck,” she exclaimed. “Those stories do not do this justice.” She flipped my cock over in her hand, stroking it and playing with it.

“I can’t even get a hand around it. How did this even fit into Min?”

“Would you like to find out?” I asked the woman kneeling in front of my now fully erect cock.

“Maybe later,” said Lauren. She started stroking my cock with both hands, slightly twisting as she reached the head. With her tongue she gave playful licks over the swollen head, licking at the precum that was leaking out. After a minute she started to take the head between her lips, slowly taking more and more in until she had the whole head in her mouth.

Laurens mouth was hot and slick as she sucked on my cock head. She played her tongue around the underside mostly, flicking the tip for fun. She gave the occasionally firm squeeze with her hands, squeezing out more precum for her to lick.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of playful intent. She was all kinds of hot even without my cock stretching out those wide, full lips; now she was even more so.

She started to bob her head on my shaft, trying to take in more of me. She managed to get at least a few inches down, but relied mostly on her hands working on my shaft.

“Of, fuck Lauren, that feels amazing,” I told her. She smiled around my cock and continued to go as far down on me as she could.

After a few minutes, one of her hands left my shaft and dipped under her skirt. She looked to be playing with herself as she blew me, which turned me on even more. The thought of a woman touching herself was always a huge turn on for me. When they do it whilst sucking my dick, it was a sure fire way to speed up my orgasm.

“Fuuuuuck, Lauren, I’m getting close,” I told her. In response she sped up her jacking of my shaft. Her head bobbing remained steady, but she did add more tongue action on the underside of my cock. After a couple more minutes I was ready.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna cum, Lauren. Fuck,” I moaned, feeling the imminent release as my orgasm started.

Quick as a shot, Lauren stood up and turned around, lifted her skirt up, and pulled her thong to the side. With a hand she guided my aching cock to her pussy which was already wet from her masturbating. She lifted a leg onto my bumper to get the right angle, and sank down on my cock in two strokes.

“Oh fucking hell,” she exclaimed. “It feels even bigger inside me. Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck!”. She ground her ass onto me while playing with her clit. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me as hard as I could.

“Oh, fuck, oh, shit, yes, yes, OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh,” moaned Lauren. As she came, I felt the first shots of cum blast into her wet, tight pussy. I bucked my hips as I came inside Lauren, wanting to release everything I had into her. Her own orgasm encouraged me on as she squeezed down on my cock sporadically with firm pressure. I felt her slender hand reach down and squeeze my balls firmly, trying to extract as much cum as she could out of me.

I reached around her torso, cupping her firm breasts through her halter top. She leaned back against me as we both came, her arm going behind me neck for stability. I kissed her neck as she did so, her smile widening as the high of both our orgasms flowed through us.

After a few moments, we untangled ourselves. Pulling out of Lauren, a large glob of cum to fell out before she moved her pink thong back into place. Her ass was spectacular; small, yet round and firm.

“Sorry about the grease prints on your hips,” I told her.

“It was worth it,” she said. “Besides, I’d rather that than a face or hair full of cum. Not that I mind that in the right time and place; but before we eat in public is neither.” She leaned up and kissed me again.

“So,” I asked her, fixing myself, “were the stories up to your expectations?”

“Holy fuck, those stories sugar coated it,” she said. “But on the whole, I’m very glad my car broke down.” She put her arms around my neck, mine going around her waist. “And, if the other stories are true, I’d say we’re just getting started this evening.”

I kissed her passionately, our tongues wrestling playfully in each others mouths. “I got no plans for tomorrow, who say’s we only have tonight?”

“Oh, good answer,” she said, pecking me again. “But first, burger.” She got into her car and started it. Pulling out and rolling down her window, she said “Last one to the diner pays.”

She then burned rubber out of the parking lot. I hopped into the green goblin, roared the engine to life and peeled out after her.

#

There was a chain diner open 24 hours in our little suburb that had perhaps the best hamburger one could get at midnight on a weekday. It was nothing compared to the taco shack, but one had to diversify their diet. Besides, man cannot live on tacos alone. I’ve tried.

We ate voraciously due to the physical efforts we partook in a little while ago. Lauren, wearing her short skirt and halter top, with cheeseburger in face, looked beyond cute. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail now, which showed her ears and the many studs and small hoops adorning them.

We chatted about things we were doing and what we were going to do since high school was done. Lauren, somewhat listlessly, avoided the questions regarding the future. I inquired if she was OK or if she just didn’t know what she wanted to do.

“I don’t know, honestly,” she said, killing the last bit of her burger. “I never really applied myself in school so I’m not sure what kind of a job or career I want.

“My parents aren’t really encouraging me one way or another. They seem to think I should just find a man and raise a couple dozen kids like they did. But that does not sounds like fun.”

“So you have dozens of siblings,” I ask as I sip on my chocolate milkshake.

“Not quite. Just five siblings, so 6 of us in total. I’m the oldest, so they sort of use me as a test case for what to do with the others when they get older.”

“Or what not to do?” I asked.

“Or that, yes.” She sipped her shake for a bit before speaking again. “It’s not all bad though. They’re decent people if incredibly under-bearing.”

“What is it you enjoy doing? Maybe you can make a job or career out of that?” I asked.

She thought about it for a moment. “Right now, I really only enjoy hanging out with my friends, swapping gossip, and occasionally fucking the odd skater in a dark, deserted parking lot late at night.”

She winked at me and continued to munched on her fries as she let me process that statement. It was something to go on at least. At least the first two things were. And while I’d love her to make a career out of the third thing, probably not a great option for her. Probably.

“How did you do in English class? I seem to remember us having a creative writing class once or twice.”

She swallowed her french fry before answering. “Ms. Kane was not gentle with my grades in her class. I got B’s for the most part, but she was still hard in her comments.”

Thinking of Ms. Kane brought some pleasant memories to mind. Sifting through them to the actual teaching moments, I tried to offer some kind of support.

“Here’s a random thought; since Ms. Kane was so harsh, she must have thought you had some talent for it.”

“Or just liked being a bitch,” Lauren commented.

“So how about trying to work for a magazine or periodical?” I suggested.

“Periodical? You mean tabloid,” Lauren scoffed.

“Don’t knock it right away,” I said. “It’t probably super lax, you get to write for fun, and you don’t have to worry about being factual. You get to gossip to millions of people, and you get paid for it.”

Lauren finished her fries as she thought about it. “That’s…not a bad idea,” she said. “I’ll take a look and see. I don’t imagine they get a lot of resumes so not a bad deal perhaps.”

We finished our food a short while later and left. Lauren smiled widely as I paid, since I was last one to the diner. Walking to our cars in the warm evening, I broke the silence.

“So,” I said somewhat quietly, “now that we’re sated, sustenance wise anyways, was there something you wanted to do?”

“Well,” she said, leaning back against my car in the darkened parking lot, “I don’t know about you, but I am very curious about something Amber said once in the ladies room.”

“And what might that be, I ask with trepidation,” I said.

“She once commented to a few of us…”

“A few?” I interrupted.

“…that she had the absolute best orgasm riding your dick cowgirl style. That it hit all her spots and that your attention to a woman was far more gratifying than any other’s she’d experienced.”

I thought about this a moment. It was all kinds of stroking to my ego that Amber had said that. It was also very arousing that this beautiful, sexy woman is curious if that comment was true. It was downright erotic that this woman also wanted to try it out. With me. Awesome.

“Well,” I said in a totally normal and not at all high pitched and crackly voice, “did she say anything specific about position, or certain details that helped?”

“In fact she did,” said Lauren. She opened my car door and crawled into the back seat, her skirt riding up and showing her thong to me. It was a different color than I remember from earlier.

Sitting down, she beckoned me with her finger to join her, which I did, closing the door. With the front seats pushed forward, the back of the green goblin was very roomy. Roomy enough, it seemed, for Lauren to lift up her ass and remove her thong, tossing it into the front seat.

“That’s better,” she said. “Those were absolutely soaked, and that was even after cleaning up in the ladies room and changing my panties. You shot quite a load into me.”

“Well, I cum as much as I’m turned on, and you are all kinds of hot,” I said, stroking her leg from knee to hip. She smile at my explanation.

“I was also suggested by Amber,” she said, lifting her skirt a little higher, “that you have a very giving and talented tongue. So if you are up for it, given the lack of space here, I’d like to feel what she was talking about.”

Moving closer to kiss Lauren, I moved my hand further up her skirt, grazing the top of her sex. She had a small patch of soft hair at the top of her vulva. Moving my fingers down, I felt the heat and wetness of her, getting my motor running as well.

I withdrew and pulled her by her knees until she was slouching against the side of the backseat, spreading her knees apart to get the first real look at her pussy. It was plump and glistening from what I could see in the darkened backseat. Kneading her thighs as I descended, I kissed her knees and inner thighs all the way to her hot, sweet smelling pussy.

The first few tentative licks drew some excited breathes from Lauren. A few more firmer licks drew out some moans. Supporting myself on my elbows, my knees folded so I could half-kneel on the floorboard, I probed Laurens pussy as deeply as my tongue would go. I used my nose to apply pressure on her clit as my tongue flitted over her labia, the tip dipping into her vagina, circling her entrance.

I moved one of my hands from her ass to further stimulate her. Starting with two fingers, I pushed inside her gently but firmly, receiving some excited ‘Oh’s for the effort. With how wet Lauren was, it was easy going thrusting my fingers into her pussy. I twisted my hand so I could curl my fingers slightly up towards her belly button, looking for her g-spot.

“Oh, FUCK!,” she yelled suddenly from my probing. “Right there, OH FUCK ME YES!”

I guess I found it. I kept up my pace for a little while letting her orgasm build. After several minutes of her moans increasing in volume and frequency, I sped up my pace and assaulted her clit with my tongue and her g-spot with my fingers, adding more pressure to both areas.

“Oh, oh oh oh oh, ooooooooo ffffffuuUUUUUUUUUCK!” she bellowed as her orgasm hit. Her pussy contracted around my fingers in long spasms as she came. I stopped my tongue action but kept my fingers buried in her until she came down. Once she was breathing normally, I extracted myself from her legs.

“So,” I say, licking my fingers as I got up, “did I meet your expectations?”

She moved up from her slouching position and straddled me, rubbing her wet, glistening pussy on the front of my pants.

“Your cock, in me, right now,” she said with great authority. I scrambled to obey, lifting my ass to get my pants off. She tore at my belt buckle and helped force down my pants and boxers. My erect cock flipped up to hit me on my stomach. Lauren sank back down to stroke her pussy on my cock, making it slick with her sweet juices.

After a few strokes she rose up, lined up my cock, and impaled herself fully onto my rock hard member, grinding onto my pelvis as she landed.

“Oh my fucking god, that feels amazing…” she moaned. Moving back and forth on my cock, she started to circle her hips on me. The effect looked like a little belly dance and it felt awesome as she moved back and forth, side to side.

I moved my hands up from her ass to fondler her D-cup breasts, sliding her halter top up over them. Her breasts were large, with very light areola nearly the same color as the skin around it. They dropped to a more natural placement once unleashed, allowing me to play with her hard, dark red nipples, extracting more soft moans from Laurens lips.

She changed to just a front to back grinding and increased her pace significantly. I put one hand back on her ass to help add pressure to her efforts and get her off as quickly and as hard as I could manage.

“Oh my fucking shit, Paul, Amber wasn’t lying. Your cock is amazing inside me.”

“Fuck, Lauren,” I panted, “you feel so tight and awesome.”

“Good. Cause I want to cum on your cock more. And I want you to cum for me. But first, I’m gonna ride this beast until I scream.” She quickened her pace and pressure. Her moans turned more guttural as she approached her climax. She pulled my head onto a breast, firmly holding me there. I took the hint and clamped my mouth over her nipple hard. I used both hands to grab her ass as she used both hands to hold my head to her breasts.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumminnnnnnng, ohhhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiit. Pauaaaaauuuuuuuuulll,” she screamed loudly. Her orgasm made her shudder as it hit her, her whole torso quivering made her breasts move in fascinating and hypnotic ways. We had paused shortly as she came, but she started grinding against me again after only a minute or two. Just as fast as before, only this time she had other orders for me.

“Bite my nipple. Bite it hard. Squeeze my other one but I want teeth on my nipple. Fucking now,” she panted as she rode me.

I bit on her nipple as hard as I dared. Her ‘oh’s indicating that this was desirable. She came almost as soon as I started biting, shuddering again but seemingly without breath to scream.

Releasing her nipple, I looked up and saw her face contorted to a silent ‘O’ as she spasmed. After a few heartbeats, she took a deep breath.

“Ooooohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” she moaned loudly, putting her head on my shoulder. Her breast slipped out of my mouth, and Lauren continued to moan but stopped riding me for a moment. Her enthusiasm and passion had gotten me close to my own climax, and I’ll admit I got greedy in my need to cum again.

I grabbed both her ass cheeks firmly in hand, lifted up her ass a but and started fucking up into her. Her exhales were in time with my upward thrusts, turning into more ‘oh’s as I worked towards my orgasm.

“Fuck,” she whispered into my ear, “you feel fucking fantastic inside me. Fucking me, taking me, making that pussy yours.”

Her dirty talk spurred me on faster. My balls were audibly slapping against her ass I slammed into her pussy.

“Oh, shit, yes Paul,” she continued, moving her hand underneath my shirt to pinch my nipple. “I want you to blast your wad inside me. Fill me up like you did earlier when I was sucking your nice, fat cock. You wanted to cum in my mouth didn’t you?”

“Oh, fuck, yes, I wanted to fill your mouth so badly,” I hissed in her ear, squeezing her ass even harder as I thrust.

“I know you did. And I promise you’ll fill my mouth with your hot, thick cum. But right now, I want to feel you explode in my pussy again. To feel every pulse of your cock inside me.

“Do it. Do it now. Fucking cum in me and fill my hot little pussy,” she ordered, nibbling my ear lobe hard in her teeth.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I called, thrusting up into Lauren whilst pulling her ass towards me hard. She moaned from my pressure, grinding down on my cock as I came inside her. I felt a half dozen powerful spasms erupt as Lauren continued to encourage me to fill her.

“That felt amazing,” she said as my orgasm subsided. “Felt like you dumped a gallon of cum in me.”

“I may have,” I said in between breaths. “You are incredibly hot and sexy.”

We kissed a little and recovered for a few minutes, Lauren still straddling me, still impaled on my softened member.

After a few minutes, Lauren moved off of me. I reached to the front the to glove compartment and extracted the small pack of baby wipes I kept there (a strong suggestion made by Leila). Lauren appreciated it and wiped up the rather large amount of cum I’d deposited in her.

Once clean and dressed, we got out of the car.

“I have some plans tomorrow with friends,” said Lauren, “but the day after, I’d love to get together again. This was fun and I’d like to do it again. Soon.” She moved over to embrace me, my arms going around her middle automatically. I smiled at her, and she at me.

“I think that sounds great,” I told her.

“And I don’t mean just the fucking, although we are definitely going to do that more.” She kissed me playfully, out tongues entwined in a brief wrestling match.

“I’ll try to think of something fun,” I told her.

“Good,” she said. She added a little quieter, “In the mean time, you can also think about this: It’s been a long while since I’ve had sex with anyone, and I have a lot of pent up angst to get out. So I am going to be working your cock and tongue until my pussy is raw.” She bit my ear hard, but playfully.

We kissed goodbye before she got in her car and drove off. I was sorta hoping it wouldn’t start so I could help her again, but no such luck.

#

A few days after Lauren and I’s dinner, she decided to stop by unannounced. This normally would not have been a problem, however I had happened to be entertaining someone just then so it made things awkward.

Answering the door naked, I found Lauren as I opened it. I thankfully stopped short in my demand they go away.

She was dressed in an ankle length, short sleeve black and white checkered summer dress with buttons all down the front. Those buttons currently only went from just at her bust line to just below her crotch. Her long, light brown hair was in two pigtails going behind her shoulders.

Even though I’d just finished ‘entertaining’ a little bit ago, the sight of her dressed as she was was inspiring.

“Hi,” she said brightly. Noticing I was cowering behind my door, she added “did I come at a bad time?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” I said.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

“Uh…well…” was all I managed to get out.

“Paul, don’t be rude, invite the lady in,” said Alexis, emerging from the bathroom.

Lauren gently pushed past me and entered my apartment. To her credit, or amusement, she did not glance down at me in all my nakedness. “Hi Alexis, long time,” she said to my guest.

Alexis had cleaned the cum off of her face and re-dressed in her daisy-dukes and black spaghetti strap tank top. Her wild red hair was free of the ponytail she had in when she arrived. She also didn’t bother with a bra, so her firm, full D-cup breasts were bouncing freely as she walked.

“Hey,” she responded. “I was just on my way out, so he’s all yours.” She grabbed her bag from the couch just as Lauren sat down. Passing by me, she gave me a brief, tongue filled kiss while grabbing the base of my increasingly erect member.

“Just to get it in the mood,” she said so only I could hear. Turning to Lauren, she said “You should really let Paul face fuck you. It’s a mind scrambler.”

Winking at me on her way out, she turned and exited the apartment. Lauren and I were now alone; her sitting cross legged on the couch, and me standing naked in the middle of the living room, erection on full display for her.

“Alexis is a fun one,” Laurent said conversationally. Not knowing if I should get dressed or sit on the couch, I just stood in the same spot. “You don’t know the half of it,” I said.

“Oh, I think I do,” she retorted. “She had a reputation around school for liking things…shall we say, dirty.”

Considering that I just recently spent thirty minutes shoving my long, hard cock completely down Alexis’ throat (her goal for the day, which she achieved magnificently), I could see how she got that reputation. However, also at her request, demanding I blow perhaps one of my biggest loads of cum all over her face, neck, and tits while she rubbed it into her skin, confirmed that the statement was accurate.

“Yea, Alexis is fun,” I confirmed.

Lauren started twirling her foot, staring me in the face the entire time. After a few moments, a sly smile crawled onto her wide, slightly shiny lips.

“You know,” she started, “I am sorta digging you just standing there. Like you’re waiting for me to tell you what to do. Its…kinda hot actually.”

Sensing a game is about to be afoot, I held my tongue.

“I meant what I said the other night,” she said. “I intend to work your cock hard until my pussy is beat red and raw. And if you’re up for it, I’d like to keep going with this whole bossy vibe we seem to have started.”

“So you want me to be your servant?” I asked.

“In a way, I suppose,” she said, moving her legs to switch which was crossed over the other. She didn’t spread them very far apart (like in that one movie with the woman in the police station, which is probably the most paused on moment in movie history), but the act was still tantalizing.

“Well,” I said, “I’ve done some things like that before, on both sides of that coin, and honestly it was fun to be both the dominant and the submissive. So, sure, I’m up for being your servant.”

“Awesome,” she said. “Now, since you are my servant, I expect honest answers to my questions.”

“Alright,” I said.

“So, first question: how many times did you cum for Alexis?”

“Just once.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“Yes.”

“How?” she asked.

“We fucked doggy style, making her cum once that way, and she rode me on the couch, also cumming in that position,” I said.

Lauren uncrossed her legs and spread her knees. With the buttons on her dress so high, I could plainly see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The small hair patch was a lighter color than her hair, which was difficult to see before in the dark back seat of my car.

Lauren started gently rubbing herself as she stared at me. I remained still, but watched with interest.

“And did she scream, Paul? Or did she quietly orgasm while you were penetrating her?” Her hand went fully over her vagina, fingers dipping into her sex now and again.

“She moaned loudly and often, especially when I was rubbing her clit while we fucked. I kept the moans going as long as I could be when she climaxed. She screamed loudly. Sometimes incoherently; just screaming.”

Laurens fingers dipped more regularly into her sex, the moisture starting to coat her fingers and pussy. With her other hand, she undid a few buttons at the top of her dress, showing an impressive amount of cleavage. She reached a hand into her top and cupped her breast. She didn’t expose her magnificent D-cup breasts, not yet, which made it hot to watch.

My own excitement was getting very evident in my fully erect member pointing straight at Lauren. She still kept her eyes on my face though, continuing to pleasure herself as she asked questions.

“And when you came,” said Lauren, breathing heavily from her efforts, “did she tell you where she wanted it?”

“She said she wanted me to cum on her face. On her tits,” I explained. “She gets off on being splattered with cum.”

“That’s hot,” commented Lauren. “And did she? Get off when you came on her face?”

“Yes. She was fingering herself as she sucked on my cock.” I started to give my member a few easy strokes, wanting to join in the fun with Lauren. “She came hard as I covered her face and mouth.”

Laurens fingers and rubbing her clit now at a quick pace. “And how much did you cum?”

“I covered her face pretty completely,” I told her, keeping the stroking of my cock slow and easy. “After she came, she scooped up the cum with her fingers and licked it off, swallowing it.”

“Come stand in front of me. Right now,” demanded Lauren. I moved to stand between her legs.

“Stroke your cock faster,” she ordered. I complied. I could tell she was very close to cumming so I tried to hurry things along to catch up.

“Did she eat all of the cum that you shot on her?” she asked. I stroked myself quickly, but without lube it was not moving things along as fast as I’d hoped.

“I shot a good amount onto her tits as well,” I explained. “At least four or five thick wads of cum. She rubbed it into her breasts with her hands. Said it was good for her skin.”

Lauren pulled open her top, exposing her D-cup breasts. In the light I could tell now that she had significant tan lines from what looked like a relatively conservative bikini top. “Look at my tits,” she said. “Imagine cumming all over them.”

That bit of dirty talk certainly moved things along for me. Her breasts were swaying with her masturbating motions, causing little ripples as she moved her arm.

“And did she do anything else,” asked Lauren. “She mentioned throat fucking, yes?”

“Yes. Alexis liked it when I shoved my dick completely down her throat. She got off also when deep throating me, taking every inch of my cock between her lips and down her throat.”

“And did that turn you on too?” she asked.

“Yes, it turned me on immensely.” I was getting closer but didn’t want our fun to end, so I hung on for as long as I could.

“You want to cum now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said with a slight moan.

“Do you think you can cover me the way you covered Alexis?”

“I think I can cover you more,” I said. “You are unbelievably sexy right now.”

Smiling widely, Lauren used her hand to undo the rest of her buttons, throwing her dress open completely. She pulled her legs up onto the couch, spreading her hot, bright pink pussy open.

“Kneel at my pussy, but keep stroking your cock,” she ordered. I complied, kneeling at her entrance, my cock head only an inch from her entrance.

“I want to see you cum,” she encourage. “I want to see you cover me. Cum for me. Right now.”

Her permission, or order, set me off. A few more strokes brought me to climax, moaning loudly as my orgasm hit. My first shot went over her whole body and hit her on her neck. The next was not much lower, landing mostly between her breasts with a trail running down her middle.

As I came, she finished herself off with her fingers, plunging them in deeply while rubbing her clit with her other hand. She didn’t scream or cry out, but moaned deeply as she came, shuddering slightly, making her breasts jiggle in the process.

With both of us breathing heavily, I surveyed the damage. I managed to cum at least as much as I did with Alexis, so mission accomplished there. Laurens whole front was strewn with lines of thick cum from her neck to her pussy. She used some of what I shot on her to masturbate with as well. Her fingers and hand were coated in both our juices.

She smiled at me and giggled, which got me giggling too. The giggling intensified slightly but turned more serious when I slapped my still mostly erect cock on her cum covered pussy.

Laurens eyes went wide at this sight. “Oh my, that is quite the feat,” she said. “Or do I make you so hot you’re still hard for me.”

“You are that hot,” I confirmed.

She moved up the couch, spun around to her knees and leaned on the back of the couch. She cast off her dress and sandals as she did so. Looking back at me, she said, “Fuck me like this. Fuck me hard, fast, and don’t stop until you cum,” she ordered.

I lined up my cock at her entrance, rubbing the large head on her and I’s cum. I inserted slowly but without stopping, burying myself completely within her pussy in one stroke.

“Ohhhhh, yyeeeeeessssssssss,” she hissed, pleased with the girth of my cock as it slid into her. “Yes, fuck. Fuck me and don’t stop. I’m going to cum as much as I can. Just keep fucking me.”

I stared pumping long strokes into her, slowly at first but with increasing speed.

“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked her.

Looking back with that super wide smile, she said “Pull it out and shove it in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop of your hot, sticky load. If I can, that is.”

I could feel her rubbing her clit more as I fucked her, so I did as was bidden. She looked back over her shoulder at me, the cum still coating her neck. Looking her in the eye as I pounded her was hot in all kinds of ways, not the least of which was that she was calling the shots and really digging it.

I felt her pussy contract as she came at least twice more, moaning loudly each time. My driving into her never ceased and so I fucked her right through her orgasms. As I felt her third one approaching, I quickened my pace to as fast I could go, each thrust making my balls slap her hand as the rubbed herself.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she panted with each pump of my cock into her. “I can feel, you’re close. Fuck, me, harder. Harder. Fuck!” she yelled. I felt her pussy contract around my cock harder than I had yet experienced. This set me off.

I pulled out of her quickly, yanking her up by her elbow. I grabbed the back of her head and moved it to my cock. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue as I manhandled her. I felt the first blast erupt straight into her mouth just before I put it in. I shoved my cock roughly into her mouth but not too deeply, her hips stretching around the generous girth of my member.

Lauren used her hand to continue stroking my cock as I came, grunting in mostly guttural sounds. I couldn’t form exact words for how good it felt to be cumming inside Laurens hot, wet mouth. Her tongue kept moving along the underside of the head as her hand stroked my shaft for all the cum I had to give.

Eventually my spasms ceased and I pulled out of her mouth. Looking at me, her eyes smiling, she opened her mouth to show me the lake of cum I deposited. She closed her mouth and swallowed with an audible gulp, wincing slightly from the amount I gave her.

She took a deep breath, smiling fully. “That, was, fucking, awesome,” she panted, running her hand over her cheek and mouth, erotically licking her fingers.

“Or,” I said, also panting, “it was awesome…”

“Don’t even say it,” she said, cutting off my pun.

We sat down heavily on the couch, steadying our breathing. She sat down very unladylike; slouching on the cushion, legs wide open, pussy and stomach and mouth still splattered with cum.

It was one of the hottest images I’ve ever seen, and I locked that vision away in my head for later enjoyment.

After a few minutes, Lauren stood up.

“Now,” she said, commandingly, “You will bathe me. You will soap and rinse off all this cum you splashed onto me.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said, hopping to my feet, albeit a bit wobbly. I went and started the shower. She was tying her pigtails up to avoid them getting wet, so I offered the shower cap I had on hand.