Slut Girl
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				Title: <strong>Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 21:07:37</strong>
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				<strong>Type:</strong> Dom/sub, group sex MFM<br><strong>Roles:</strong> Kristine a 24 y.o office worker/professional &amp; “dark and handsome stranger”/other random men<br><strong>Setting: </strong>Modern real world, large city, inner city<br><br><strong>Intro Description: </strong><br><br>Kristine had loved him - enough to want to marry him. How had he repaid her love? By sleeping with another woman. <br><br>Kristine had left that very same day she caught them together, in THEIR bed and in THEIR apartment. She packed her things, got in her car and drove. At first she didn’t know where she was going. She left her home town and drove all night. By morning, she’d found herself in the city. It took her a few days but she found a perfect new apartment to rent downtown and a new job working in the office at a large law firm. She had started her new life.<br><br>This was not enough for her. Something was missing, something she needed. Kristine wanted to feel wanted again, more than that; she wanted to feel beautiful, sexy again. So, on her first night in her new apartment she got dressed up in her favourite lingerie, in her best dress and in her finest make up. She was going out on the town. She was going to live again, she was going to feel wanted…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 22:09:42</strong>
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				Kristine loved the apartment, even if it was filled with a few half-emptied boxes and a couple pieces of decrepit furniture left behind by the last tenants.&nbsp; It was a studio apartment, with high ceilings, creaking pipes and great light, even if there was little to see but sky in most of the skylights.&nbsp; A studio apartment in the city, it was romantic, adventurous, bohemian, everything she hadn't been for the years since college, and even not so much then.&nbsp; She had always been working to please people.&nbsp; Her professors, her parents, her sorority sisters and then him.<br><br>She was done caring about anyone else.&nbsp; That's what this apartment said to her.&nbsp; But it didn't say it strongly enough.&nbsp; Kristine opened up the zippers on each of her suitcases and laid them out next to the mattress on the floor.&nbsp; It was silly to be going out before she'd even settled in her new place.&nbsp; But Kristine was determined to no longer make decisions based on what was sensible.&nbsp; <br><br>Or what was modest, or nice, or appropriate.&nbsp; She rifled through her clothes picking out only her most daring items.&nbsp; She had always dressed nicely, and so they weren't all that daring, but she supposed, she hoped, they were enough to get her share of attention.&nbsp; Men were men, and unless she went somewhere real sleazy she supposed that a red dress wrapped seductively around her body, with a v-neck assisted by a dark red push-up bra--that would do the trick.<br><br>She laid out the dress (http://angelinajolie.celebden.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/jolie-in-red-dress.jpg (http://angelinajolie.celebden.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/jolie-in-red-dress.jpg)) and the bra, and picked out the red pumps which went with it.&nbsp; Kristine then spent a good long time looking for her more provocative lingerie.&nbsp; They were buried, unused for years, much like her sex drive.&nbsp; They'd all come out for air tonight.&nbsp; Smoothing out a pair of black thigh high stockings she laid them on the mattress.&nbsp; Kristine then set out several pairs of panties to choose among.&nbsp; She eventually decided to choose the most daring.&nbsp; The red satin thong was a little sexier than she was used to, but she decided it would put her in the right mood.&nbsp; Challenge her.&nbsp; And it would leave no panty line as that dress clung to her backside.<br><br>Later, standing in that near empty apartment with her outfit slipped on, Kristine checked herself out in the medicine cabinet mirror as best she could.&nbsp; Her blonde hair was starting to grow darker at the roots with age, but was still striking against the red as it cascaded in waves around her shoulders, the green of her eyes as a tendril crept across her face.&nbsp; She knew she filled out the dress well, and the push-up bra helped, pressing her breasts into appealing mounds presented by the scoop of the dress.&nbsp; With her height she was often asked to do modeling, but had never been comfortable putting herself on display.&nbsp; Now she felt differently.<br><br>She stood up straight, arching her back, exercising those forgotten muscles which made a woman sway and stretch and pose.&nbsp; It was just a warmup, for 30 minutes later a cab deposited her on a stool in a martini bar in the center of the city.&nbsp; And there she perched perfectly, legs crossed, back arched, head tipped to one side and her eyes surveying the crowd there.&nbsp; She was going to start her new life off right.&nbsp; Step one was erasing the memory of that bastard from her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 09:08:39</strong>
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				Michael was bored once again. He sat, sipping a bottle of imported beer in the lounge just off the busy bar. Slumped back there casually with one arm over the couch and the other holding his beer, he wondered what the night would bring. Thus far there had been little to no “talent” and Michael was becoming restless.<br><br>This was not his normal scene, in fact, considering what he was wearing he was lucky he’d gotten into the place at all. Michael was a handsome man http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/147/25/jonathan-smith-1.0.0.0x0.415x600.jpeg (http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/147/25/jonathan-smith-1.0.0.0x0.415x600.jpeg) * with a strong jaw line, a 5 o’clock shadow, jet-black hair and deep blue eyes. He was tall, broad-shouldered and well muscled, with tight pec’s and well-defined biceps, his right had a tattoo of a red dragon around it. Tonight Michael wore a tight black t-shirt with a monogram of a wolfs head on it, neat tailored long denim jeans and boots – he definitely stood out against the frocks, suits, ties and shirts. If it hadn’t been for the fact he knew the bouncer on the door, and the fact the bouncer knew Michael was a semi-professional kick-boxer, there was no way he would have stepped through the door.<br><br>Nights out like this had become a ritual for him over the last year. Once per week on a Saturday night he’d get dressed up nice and head out on the town in search of a beautiful woman, usually one that was alone. Each week was a different place, a different girl. His track record had been good so far, very good. What’s more, in this big city, moving in different circles, Michael had met a bunch of guys with a similar interest – the pursuit of beautiful women to Dominate, use and abuse like sluts – or even groom some into being sluts themselves, should they show potential.<br><br>That’s how their informal network had started. A group of mates, discussing the women that they’d recently “conquered” over beers around a bar room table. They exchanged phone numbers that night and agreed to “share” the women that they met. <br>That had been a year ago. Twelve months and dozens of sluts later, the ‘network’ was going strong. They considered themselves “urban predators” now. They would locate the women they wanted, call in the cavalry if it took their fancy, hunt them down solo or as a small pack and enjoy, possibly even share them around. For the most part their sluts love it.<br><br>The repetitive boom of the music faded into the background, as did the endless drone of the young businessmen and yuppies that frequented this kind of place. Michael was just thinking about moving to a new hunting ground when SHE walked through the glass doors of the bar…<br><br>She was gorgeous. Tall, curvy, leggy and with golden-blonde tresses - wearing a tiny red dress that hugged her body like a well-fitting glove. She looked the slut – she was perfect.<br><br>Michael had to have her.<br><br>Despite the many urges rising in him, Michael decided to be patient. He watched and waited – like a hunting cat stalks its prey. The woman looked around and eventually moved over to sit at the bar and order a drink…<br><br>He finished his beer with one draw on the bottle and with a casual wave of his hand, summoned a waitress. She was young, brunette and pretty, smiling cheerily as she approached – Michael had already found his prey for the night however and wasn’t interested. “Another beer here and while you’re there – another round for the lady in the red dress at the bar, tell her it’s on me.” The waitress looked hesitant, but Michael slipped her a $50 note and winked darkly at her. She smiled and moved away to carry out his wish.<br><br>The waitress delivered his beer a short time later, before returning to the bar. His slut looked surprised when she was slid a fresh drink, the barman pointing Michaels way. She turned to look who to thank, her eyes searching the crowd before eventually spying Michael. <br><br>Michael raised his beer in salute. The hunt had begun.<br><br><br>* OOC: For the pic, look at the face for Michael, NOT the clothes ;-)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 17:17:17</strong>
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				Kristine was surprised to see the second martini arrive in front of her.&nbsp; It took a moment to register what was happening, her gaze following blankly in the direction the barman indicated.&nbsp; When she realized what it all meant her cheeks flushed gently, her eyes locking with the man across the room.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Success</em>, she thought to herself, eyeing the man who was eyeing her back.&nbsp; She had come out to be noticed, and she had.&nbsp; So quickly and by an attractive man too.&nbsp; Kristine could now admit, she had been a little worried.&nbsp; She knew she wasn't that old, but being out of the dating scene for so long, since college really, she was unsure of herself.&nbsp; Even with how sexily she had dressed, a little voice inside had told her no one was going to pay her any mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Now Kristine turned slightly, aware of the way she presented her profile and smiled warmly at the gentleman.&nbsp; She raised her martini glass to match his salute.&nbsp; And then, feeling daring, she slid off of her stool, taking her bag and martini and slowly made her away over to him in the lounge.<br><br>Kristine wanted the appreciation of a man right now, and she couldn't see any reason not to go get it.&nbsp; The old Kristine would have waited at the bar and wondered what's next.&nbsp; But the new one would simply go and see.&nbsp; She made sure to take a good long time on her way over to him, giving him his fill of her moving body.&nbsp; Arriving at the couch he was lounging at she smiled, paused and took a drink.&nbsp; "Thank you."
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				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 22:00:35</strong>
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				"Well, well, well," Michael thought to himself with a burst of excitement "this little vixen MUST be desperate for a good fuck." He hadn't expected her to respond so quickly, after all she looked like a pretty classy lady perched on that bar stool in that little red dress. However dressed like that and all <em>alone</em> in a place like this? It was clear she was looking for something... Michael planned to be just that special something. <br><br>He had to admit, as she walked over and he watched those well-formed hips swaying and long legs strutting - this woman had the looks to make it as a model. Her full-pert breasts bounced slightly as she took each stride. Her face was picture-perfect with sparkly blue eyes, high arching eye brows and full lips.<br><br>Michael took her in with admiration as she approached, smiling slyly as he wondered just what might lay under that sheer red fabric and thinking about exactly what he'd like to do with that tight body...<br><br>"Thank you" she said.<br><br>"You're welcome" Michael sat up slightly, paying attention now she was standing nearby "I hope you don't mind, it's only I saw you sitting by the bar there all alone and I thought to myself "Michael, it's CRIMINAL for such an attractive young lady to be alone and without a fresh drink!" why don't you take a seat and join me. You can tell me what brings you here tonight. Not meeting your boy friend I hope?!" Michael teased, knowing full well this woman was alone.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 22:25:46</strong>
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				"Of course not," Kristine said with a laugh.&nbsp; She wasn't so jaded by the bar scene yet as to be annoyed by a man buying her a drink.&nbsp; She was clearly pleased by the fact, and perhaps a bit naive to the nature of this game.<br><br>"It was quite thoughtful of you," she added, with a laugh at his flirtatious compliments.&nbsp; "And no, my boyfriend is not coming.&nbsp; Would you believe I moved to this city just to get away from him?"&nbsp; She laughed again, settling herself on the couch a modest distance away from him.&nbsp; She took a drink of her martini and smiled to herself.&nbsp; Old Kristine wouldn't have even mentioned it, new Kristine was not going to hold her tongue about anything.<br><br>"And what about you?&nbsp; What are you sitting back here waiting for?"&nbsp; Kristine crossed her legs, settling into the couch with her back upright, her head turned just enough to look at him next to her.&nbsp; He looked rather underdressed for the place, but she supposed that had a certain appeal of its own, like a well dressed man in a biker's bar.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 02:35:48</strong>
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				Michael smiled and took a sip from his beer. He watched as she sat, noting the way she carried herself and he couldn’t help but glance at her ass as she bent to sit on the low couch. No V.P.L he noted, a very good sign. He cast his eyes briefly over the curve of her breast. She had a full bosom and her cleavage was even further enhanced by an excellent bra. His eyes lingered there just a moment too long for her not to notice, but he showed no sign of embarrassment.<br><br>“Me? Well, I guess I must stand out, as I’m the only guy in the room without a tie! I came here to meet a girl… a girl like you…” His deep blue eyes glimmered with his intent.<br><br>Michael decided to be up-front about it, he tended to do things that way. It was his nature. Most of the women he ended up taking home loved the aggressive ‘get what you want’ attitude – women loved their ‘bad boys’ after all. He watched her face for that initial reaction that would tell him everything he needed to know.<br><br>“The name is Michael…” He put down his bottle of beer and extended one long, muscly arm towards her. 
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 16:51:59</strong>
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				Kristine smiled at his comment, his compliment, unaware as of yet how true his words were.&nbsp; She took his hand, gripping it with her warm, soft one.&nbsp; "I'm Kristine.&nbsp; How do you know I'm the kind of girl you were hoping to meet?" she asked him with a teasing tone.&nbsp; She knew it was all about how she looked, how she had dressed and how she was presenting herself even now, careful to keep her curves in profile, letting his eyes linger on her body.&nbsp; This is what she'd come for.&nbsp; To be admired, to be lusted after.&nbsp; Not ignored, forgotten or betrayed.<br><br>She met his eyes as they grasped hands, seeing that he was not feigning any polite interest, that he was just as raw as his dress suggested, just as bare and honest.&nbsp; She smiled back, pleased with herself that this was the kind of man she had drawn in with her dress.
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				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 07:40:11</strong>
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				Michael felt her small, soft hand under his large, strong and slightly rough one. He couldn't stop wondering at that moment if the rest of her skin was as soft...<br><br>"Good to meet you Kristine." he knew from that very moment, without a doubt this woman, this Kristine was perfect for meeting his demands tonight - it was the way she sat there on display, she wanted the attention. She wanted to be possessed, more than that, she was begging for the kinds of attention only a cock could give. <br><br>She'd responded well to the direct approach and Michael wanted her back to his place and under him as soon as he could. He'd continue with the candor knowing that this woman would lap up the kind of attention he was lavishing on her...<br><br>"I know you're the girl I was hoping to meet... by the way you carry yourself, the way you look... and i can see it in your eyes. You're dressed in the kinda way all men love, you're confident and you're enjoying the attention that lovely little red dress is getting you from every man in the room. You eyes betray you too... they're telling me that you came here looking for a man, am I right... Kristine?" Michael slid a little closer to her then, ignoring everything around them, focused just on her with his dark eyes now.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 16:50:13</strong>
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				Kristine's lips parted in a look of surprise at his comments.&nbsp; It was in a way everything she wanted to hear, but she hadn't expected it so directly.&nbsp; There was a game men and women were supposed to play, even if it left them unsatisfied.&nbsp; But this Michael, he seemed to want to skip the game entirely.&nbsp; Kristine was a bit unnerved, but not entirely disturbed.<br><br>She kept her body facing forward on the couch, her head tilted slightly to watch Michael slipping closer.&nbsp; "It's not just the missing tie that's different about you, is it?" she asked rhetorically, sizing him up.&nbsp; She could see a desire in him, and knew that right now it was for her.&nbsp; A desire maybe like what had driven that bastard to sleep around with that slut.&nbsp; She liked having those kind of eyes focused on her now instead even if she wasn't quite comfortable with the idea yet.<br><br>"Let's just say I got tired of being ignored.&nbsp; What a woman wants is a man admiring her, who can't take his eyes off her.&nbsp; It seems I got your attention," she added with a bit of a smirk.&nbsp; She felt a bit out of control like one did barreling down a ski mountain too fast, yet completely in control in the sense that she was the one to make this all happen.&nbsp; She took another sip of her martini, looking around the lounge as if she'd forgotten him, her smile saying otherwise.
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				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 09:23:22</strong>
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				Michael knew this game all too well but he had no desire to buy this woman drinks all night and pamper her ego - he was far too selfish for that. It was very clear that she'd come out tonight to be seen by the men around her... 'admired' as she called it, but Michael had other plans... Kristine had potential and he would make full use of that.<br><br>"It seems I got your attention..." Kristine said, looking away. Her smile said everything to Michael.<br><br>"You sure did... and half the men in the room, that being the straight half.. are all looking at you Kristine." he slid out of his seat and stood up, moving to her side of the lounge with confidence.<br><br>He extended a hand arm towards her... "It seems to me that you came here looking to live a little Kristine, so let's get out of here... there's much more fun we can have... and it's a damn sight cheaper than that martini you're sipping!"<br><br>Michael took her firmly by the wrist then, pulling her to her feet, firmly and quickly. She stumbled forward and into his strong embrace, her head only came to his bulging chest. Michael looked down at her and smiled, as his hand ran across the smooth red fabric of her dress, down to the small of her waist... and kept sliding downwards...
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 20:43:28</strong>
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				Kristine watched him stand up suddenly, a bit surprised, unsure what to think of him.&nbsp; He was showing a lot of interest, but then for a moment she thought he was just going to take off.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Instead she found herself stumbling to her feet, tottering on her heels as he pulled her up easily and slid his hand down her side in a familiar fashion.&nbsp; Her eyes were wide staring up at him in surprise.&nbsp; This certainly wasn't what she had been expecting.&nbsp; But it was flattering, the attention, romantic in a way that he wanted to sweep her out of here, though his hand suggested more than just romance on his mind.<br><br>Kristine bit her lip coyly looking up at him through her lashes.&nbsp; "You've got something fun in mind?" she inquired. She had to admit she was looking for more than just nights sitting around in a bar and chatting coyly with people.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what it was he had in mind ... but wasn't that a bit of a thrill?&nbsp; Not knowing?
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				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 07:27:28</strong>
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				Michael's hand ran down to Kristine's small waist, then her hip... and kept sliding down and around her body until it came to rest on her firm, round ass - squeezing it tightly. "Mmm, pert and soft" thought Michael. What's more, he could only feel the smooth, sheer fabric underneath his fingers - she was wearing a thong. <br><br>A group of people in the next booth had noticed the exchange and were looking over, talking to one another, however Michael treated them like they were invisible. <br><br>Michael looked Kristine over with hungry eyes "With a lady like you Kristine... I have a lot in mind." then and there Michael was envisioning all the ways he could use Kristine's fine body, face and mouth for his own pleasure... so many different ways. He could feel his heart rate rising.<br><br>"My car's out side, let's not waste another minute. Come with me and let's see if we can't work at forgetting that old boyfriend of yours..." he led her towards the door then, still holding her firmly by the wrist.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 16:13:14</strong>
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				She felt his hand continue to descend, her eyes widening more as it went on, not stopping when it should, but ending on her ass with a tight squeeze.&nbsp; She was keenly aware of stares from around them, but found herself hanging on his words, his gaze.&nbsp; His words didn't answer much, and she was ready to continue the exchange.&nbsp; Then it seemed he said just the right thing to make her mind click, her body move with him.<br><br>Forgetting her old boyfriend.&nbsp; That was exactly the right thing to hear at that time to get her feet moving, letting him grip her wrist and lead her.&nbsp; She was letting him do the leading, but she was the one who had set this all up.&nbsp; To have a wild time, to forget about him.&nbsp; Isn't this exactly what she wanted?<br><br>"I don't think it will be hard," she responded, moving her feet to keep up with him, holding her head up high despite the stares she might be getting.&nbsp; She would do this.
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				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 02:42:32</strong>
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				Michael wasted no time. He led Kristine out to the car park by her wrist and soon the two were in his car and on their way across the city. The steady rumbled of the engine faded into the background as they drove. Occasionally Michael would gaze over at Kristine and run a hand across her soft cheek, smiling to her as he did so. He was almost tempted to start making moves on Kristine there and then - a blow job as he drove was a particular favourite of his, but instead, he decided he wanted this one "fresh" when he got her home.<br><br>After some time driving across the city they entered what appeared to be a semi-industrial area. Michael kept on driving and after a short time pulled into any alleyway behind a large warehouse. He pressed a button on a small black unit in the car and with a screech, a large set of roller doors began opening up ahead. Michael drove through, into the the end of a large open space.<br><br>Michael's place was a converted warehouse, tastefully modified to make it a spacious open-plan apartment. With a rumble, the car came to a stop at one end. In front were workbenches and a large partly disassembled motorbike. Beside this was a small workout area, complete with bench press and a stand of weights. The central area was a lounge, with comfortable lounges set up around a glass coffee table and a large flat screen T.V and stereo system. The far end of the apartment was a kitchenette area with an island bar, sink, benches and refrigerator. On the wall hung a typical sports illustrated calendar, complete with scantily clad model. There was a front door, and another in the corner leading to a bathroom and toilet.<br><br>The whole place had a very 'masculine' feel, and it was clear that there were no woman's touches to be found here. <br><br>Michael turned off the engine and got out, walking around to Kristine's side of the car. As he did so he took out his mobile phone, switching it to "camera mode" as he did. Kristine stepped out, looking a little apprehensive. He took three photos of Kristine before she could say anything, one close up of her face and two longer shots of her body. "There we go. I wouldn't wanna forget that sweet face... or that dress, would I Kristine?" Michael had a devilish look on his face now.<br><br>"Well, this is my place. Come on in and be welcome!" Michael took her by the wrist again, pulling her close to him, this time with a little more force.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 05:24:22</strong>
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				Kristine sat hesitantly in the car on the long ride, keeping quiet as Michael did.&nbsp; She felt somehow like she shouldn't keep asking questions, though she wondered why she would feel that way.&nbsp; He had told her he was going to take her for a good time and she had a good idea of what that meant.&nbsp; Asking him more while he sat contentedly quiet, it would only make her seem like a nervous little girl.<br><br>She might be nervous, but Kristine wasn't a little girl.&nbsp; She was out to prove that.&nbsp; So she clasped her hands together, watched him out of the corner of her eye and drove to his place.<br><br>Kristine couldn't keep up her passivity though at the sight of his place.&nbsp; She gasped as they pulled into what seemed a warehoue, and had set her heart pounding in worry, only to see a spacious apartment.&nbsp; She stepped out of the car as he opened the door, staring in amazement at what was she supposed a normal apartment but in such a stark, hard space.&nbsp; She only tore her eyes away from the surroundings at the click of his camera phone.<br><br>Staring quizzically at Michael she didn't have a chance to question him before he pulled her close.&nbsp; Kristine gasped a little, finding her body falling against his, her heels clicking on the hard surface of the garage floor.&nbsp; She couldn't help but notice the force of his grip on her slender wrist, the nearness of his body, their isolation and the claustrophobic maleness of the place.&nbsp; She found her heart pounding as she melted against him as fluidly as her dress clung to her body.&nbsp; 'Thank you," she breathed up at him in response, eyes bright with excitement and anxiety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 06:26:24</strong>
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				He had her right where he wanted her. Back at the bar, he had to keep things reasonably civil, but now he had her in his own place - he could do as he pleased.<br><br>"Don't thank me yet Kristine... it's going to be a long night..." he said as he looked down at her. He ran his hands firmly over her hips and around her waist, then up her back, tracing her spine. Next his hands slid around to her chest and one hand cupped each of her breasts. He felt them thoroughly, almost like a man desperate for more. He squeezed her pert breasts between his fingers, pushing them together.<br><br>Michael lowered his head to her ear and whispered "I know you've the heart of a slut in you Kristine. I know you set out tonight to have your body used... and that's exactly what i'm gunna do! But first I wanna see what you got for me under that little dress of yours... mhmmm" he was forceful now, not waiting for her to comply, he was taking control now with total disregard for Kristine's wishes.<br><br>He spun her around and pushed her upper body forward, slamming her face down into the bonnet of his car. The action was not so quick as to make her hit her head, but was done with enough aggression as to let her know he wouldn't take no for an answer. He pinned her body there, bent over the hood. Her hair streamed out around her and her back was stretched out across the polished surface.<br><br>From where he stood, Michael could see Kristine's big, round ass sticking out from under that little dress of hers. He reached his hands down and peeled the fabric back a little further, exposing her entire butt. Her firm, pert cheeks were split by a sexy red thong. "Mmmhmmm... yessss... what a needy little slut... dressing up to entice... you just need a good, big cock inside you, don't you Kristine?" he spoke those words as his rough hands felt up her outer thighs and onto her butt. He gripped her cheeks tightly squeezing them "mmm, firm, just how i like 'em! I'm gunna give you the workout of your life Kristine..." He let the sleek fabric of her thong slip under his fingers, enjoying the sensation.<br><br>Michael took his time, he wanted to make sure his latest slut was given the proper treatment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 23:25:25</strong>
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				Kristine looked up at him, at first thrilled by the light slide of his hands across the fabric of her dress, his fingertips teasing at the line of her spine in a delicate and arousing way.&nbsp; He quickly passed out of the territory of gentle lover, though, and into something else entirely.&nbsp; She found herself staring down in shock at the sight of his hands on her chest, kneading her breasts like two pieces of dough, crushing them together so that her cleavage bulged in the neck of her dress, the soft flesh rubbing against itself as he worked her breasts up and down between his hands.<br><br>"Michael, wait ... " she hazarded, trying to mount some sort of stalling technique, something to let this turn back into a romantic, if wild, night.&nbsp; He didn't let her speak however, whispering into his ear, lewd, inviting things even as he spun her around on her heels.<br><br>Kristine found herself pressed hard against his car, the hot steel against her quickly heating flesh.&nbsp; One moment she was standing, preparing to enter his lounge area and it seemed the next she was here, not even one step into his apartment, slammed roughly down and groped like a piece of meat.&nbsp; She could barely register his words, they were spoken as if to someone else, someone Kristine didn't think she was, yet seemed to all intents to be.&nbsp; A slut, bent over his car, her skin flushed red, her heart pounding wildly, her dress raised exposing her ass, her thong to his attentions.<br><br>She finally made a sound, crying out in a short of shocked moan as his hands worked her ass, squeezing each cheek like a big piece of meat, sliding them up and down, back and forth, rubbing them against each other in the most vulgar and arousing fashion.&nbsp; She could feel his fingers brushing her thong, the very vulgar, arousing thing she had chosen to wear tonight to give herself confidence.&nbsp; It seemed it worked as he he could hear his excitement at the sight and touch of it, feel the way it displayed her ass to full effect.&nbsp; "Please, oh no, wait," she moaned out, wishing this wasn't all happening so fast but her body melting under his rough touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 15:11:54</strong>
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				Those same rough, strong hands continued to grope her soft ass-cheeks, paying particularly tender attention to the fabric of her thong... The smell of engine oil waft over Michael as he stood there, pinning Kristine against his pride and joy. He ran his large fingers down her ass crack and gently teased the lips between her legs through the smooth fabric. With his other hand, Michael reached up and seized Kristine's head by the hair at the base of her scalp. It served as a makeshift handle as he took her head roughly and pressed it slowly but firmly into the bonnet of his muscle-car. "Don't pretend you don't LOVE the attention Kristine... i knew you were a slut in search of a cock the moment I set eyes on you... you're gunna be a good girl and do EVERYTHING i say... aren't you?" his words were low and forceful, <em>demanding</em> a reply of her.<br><br>Gazing over Kristine's prone form bent over his car, Michael could hardly restrain himself from dropping that red thong around her ankles and feeding his cock into her tight hole right there and then. Already he could feel his dick hardening, tensing, screaming to be free of his jeans. His long shaft of meat pressed against the leg of his pants and they in-turn against Kristine's bare, naked inner thigh. He pushed against her hard with his lower body now, letting her know just what he had in-store for her. However, he planned to make this slut last all night. He'd take her at his pleasure and not rush it - he had all night.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 21:02:49</strong>
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				Kristine felt his hand stroke down between her exposed ass cheeks, along the silky surface of the thong and even over the soft swell of her pussy lips underneath it.&nbsp; It was erotic, almost tender and in sharp contrast to the other hand, which as if in opposition, gripped her hair tight enough to give a burning sting all over her scalp. Michael pressed her face down, her skin tight against the polished, hot metal, her makeup softening and melting on the paint job.<br><br>His words were daring, vulgar and the tone made clear there was only one answer allowed.&nbsp; More than that, the tone, the deep voice growling sent a chill up her spine and affected her brain chemistry in a way that made her want to answer for him just the way he wanted.&nbsp; "Yes, I'll be a good girl for you," she purred, her lips half pressed on the car, feeling keenly how lewdly she was bent over the metal with the pulsing threat of his hard cock hardening against her stockings.&nbsp; She could feel how hard, how hot, how big his shaft was growing and knew she was in for something she hadn't experienced in the past four years of being a good girlfriend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 23:55:04</strong>
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				The hard package raging to be free of his jeans twitched sharply as he heard her words. "Good, an easily submissive slut, i like that." Kristine had really turned Michael on. His heart was beating fast now, his sex drive had kicked-in and he couldn't wait much longer. He decided there and then that he was finished feeling her up for now, time for the fun to begin.<br><br>He let go of her smooth ass and pulled her back up so she was standing upright, still holding her roughly by a mop of her hair, close to the scalp. He pulled her head in close to his, so he was looking down at her. His warm breath washed over her pale skin as he spoke "How long has it been since you had a cock between those sweet, red lips of yours Kristine? Think you can remember what to do? I hope so because before i rip those soft pussy lips of yours open, i like my dick to be tended to... so i'm ROCK hard!"<br><br>Michael led her into his open apartment by her hair, almost as a prisoner would be led into detention. When he got her out in the middle of the concrete floor, he stopped. Reaching down with his free hand he un-tied his belt and pulled open his jeans, revealing the now bulging front of his white briefs. As he reached in to tug his semi-hard cock out he thrust Kristine down on to her knees in front of him.<br><br>His cock, although still slightly flaccid was already large. It was long and very thick, covered in tanned brown skin. It's massive round head was quickly expanding. Veins bulged along its length as it curved upwards and outwards towards Kristines' face. From the "eye" at its tip, a single bead of pre-cum had escaped.<br><br>"You'd better treat it REAL good Kristine... now, let's see what you can do!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 01:44:26</strong>
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				Kristine's face flushed at his description of her, unable or unwilling to stand up to his forceful nature, but ashamed to be described as so willing, so slutty.&nbsp; She was soon jerked upright, her dress falling down to cover her ass again, her face flushed and sweaty.&nbsp; She moaned in slight pain as he led her by the hair, her scalp burning, her feet stumbling to keep up with him.&nbsp; All she could hear was him talking about his cock, his words combining with the sensation she still had of it pressing against her.&nbsp; It was all she coudl think about as she was thrust to her knees in the middle of his apartment.<br><br>It was all she could see as he held it before her face, kneeling there in his apartment.&nbsp; She watched it throb as it slowly grew harder and harder, larger and larger, looking as forceful, scary and erotic as he did.&nbsp; She heard his words like a low thrum above her but paid them no heed.&nbsp; It was clear what was to happen next.&nbsp; <br><br>She was almost scared to approach it, but also thrilled to finally be doing something active, to be participating in this night htat was turning out as wild as she had imagined.&nbsp; Her full dark red lips moved into a puckered pout and she leaned forward, one hand touching the still partly soft shaft and lifting it to her lips. Her lips ran down the smooth lenght of the shaft, and then back up, this time with her tongue pressing through them and leaving a trail of wetness.&nbsp; Back at the head she stuck the tongue out and greedily licked at his head, lapping up the precum and the dark taste of the cockhead.&nbsp; She began to lick and suck at the cockhead like it was something she needed desperately, as it was right now at this instant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:12:43</strong>
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				The large penis pulsed with life under her light touch. It felt extremely hard, even rigid under her fingers. She quickly shared the wetness from her mouth with the long, vein-crossed shaft, making it slick along its length.<br><br>He just let her go at it as she clearly needed no pushing nor guidance to suck that cock. Looking down at her, Michael could see that amazingly pretty face, that golden hair held tightly in his hand and those soft full lips working his shaft, up n' down... he let out a pleasured sigh. Her blue eyes sparked and Michael thought then that this slut could have been a model if she really wanted.<br><br>To see such a cultured, well dressed women on her knees, serving his dick made Michael's heart beat even faster. His breath came in hisses through his teeth as the sensation from her lips on his erogenous zone spread out across his body, filling his senses and making everything else fade into the background.<br><br>"Fuck yeah, that's a girl! I knew you'd be keen to taste a cock again Kristine! And boy can she suck..." he said it like she wasn't there, like some kind of lewd commentary on the encounter. "Your boyfriend is a moron to let you go girl!"<br><br>Michael pulled her head back with a jerk of his wrist, grabbed his shaft at the base with his other hand and moved in over Kristine's now up-turned face. He brought his cock down across her lips, like a club - slapping her face. Once, twice, three times his large, hard and heavy cock slapped her on the lips. Then he moved to her cheeks, slapping a little harder this time. Next it was across her forehead and eyes, slap, slap, slap! He then moved his cock's attentions back to her lips, rubbing the wet shaft along her red lips, then raising his cock to slap downwards against her lips again, this time harder. It made a slick, wet noise as he used her face as a tool to pleasure himself.<br><br>"I bet that stupid fuck of a boyfriend never did that to you Kristine. Still, he must have taught you how to treat a cock good - you clearly got some talent for sucking cocks!" again, the commentary, the insults like she was just a means of pleasure to him.<br><br>"I'm sure there's still more than a few things I can show you though. Open wide!" Michael drove his cock forwards then, penetrating her lips and slipping it down into her mouth, letting his girth fill her wet face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 17:01:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kristine's mouth came away with a gasp as he yanked back on her head, poising her face, upturned to him, her vision obscured by his shaft rising before her, gripped in his hand.<br><br>Smack.&nbsp; His cock beat down on her wet lips with a wet sound.&nbsp; Again and again, and then onto her cheeks, her forehead, eyes, harder and harder each time until he was slapping her with the hard wet flash.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, wincing as she felt hte hot meat striking her, curiously arousing.&nbsp; He taunted her with it, hit her wetly with it, rubbing the slick skin against her face like one more place to get himself off.&nbsp; She found herself wanting nothing more than to have it back in her mouth and so she groaned with satisfaction when he finally ceased it and instead rammed her mouth full of his meat.<br><br>She opened her jaws wide, taking in his dick and sucking away feverishly at it, her tongue working under the shaft, her eyes looking up at him, her face wet with her own saliva now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 09:20:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm" Michael moaned briefly, loving every moment of feeling the sensation of Kristine's silken tongue against his rigid cock.&nbsp; "You ARE one cock-starved little SLUT, aren't you Kristine?!" he had to wonder just how long it had been since this sexy bitch had been fed a cock, a real cock. Regardless, it meant he could be even more rough and insulting with this one without fear of consequences. Hell, she certainly seemed to be lapping up everything bit of attention he was giving her.<br><br>He took her head by one hand, holding the hair at the back. He used his other hand to reach under Kristine’s chin, holding her jaw open wide. With her head held firm, Michael leant down into her face, forcing his thick cock all the way down her throat now, forcing her to gag on it. He held her there, head impaled on his dick, forcing her to choke on his meat until her eyes watered and her throat made a deep strangled noise as she struggled for air. Only then did he slowly withdraw his long member, now dripping with a mixture of Kristine’s saliva and his own pre-cum.<br><br>“Oh, c’mon girl! You can do better than that! Open that sweet mouth of yours, it’s time to pay some of that tender attention to my balls!” Michael didn’t really wait for her to comply to his demand, he held his wet cock in one hand, gently jerking it, the other was on top of Kristine’s head, pushing it back. He leaned forward standing right over her, dangling his large testicles down into her face, tea-bagging her beautiful luscious lips with his heavy ball-sack. “Lick n’ suck ‘em Kristine and if you’re lucky I might just let you deep-throat my cock again…” his balls were firm and taunt, totally devoid of hair as was the base of his shaft. They tasted slightly salty and Kristine could smell the tangy of men’s aftershave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 04:14:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kristine began to wonder if she had gotten in too far as she felt this man, this stranger really, yank her jaw open and force feed his cock into her throat.&nbsp; She had never had a dick in her mouth like this and the sounds of her gagging, the feel of her eyes watering and mouth filling with drool were foreign to her.&nbsp; It was almost as if she left her body, the air rushing back into her lungs as he pulled his wet cock from her mouth. She saw herself kneeling in front of him, mascara running and drool dripping from her mouth.&nbsp; Watched as he tipped her head back and stood over her, her head obscenely thrust between his legs, his balls bouncing against her lips.<br><br>Kristine didn't want to lick a man's balls anymore than she had wanted a cock head thrust into her throat.&nbsp; But somehow, perverseely, what she did want was to please Michael.&nbsp; To be the perfect sex machine that he wanted, to be irresistable in a way she obviously hadn't been for her boyfriend.&nbsp; Despite her sore throat and her wet chin, her burning scalp she stuck her tongue out and bathed those balls utnil he moaned.&nbsp; She sucked one and then the other into her mouth, rolling them, reveling somehow in how lewd it was to have her once well-made up face thrust into the nether regions of this man's lusting body.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Behemoth</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 08:54:45</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slut Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 01:07:46</strong>
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