

Yes, I actually wrote something.  My muse took a 
vacation....ran away... made some new friends... 
but I think she might be back.   :)  This isn't the 
best thing I have ever written, but I kinda like it
anyway.  If you do too, please feel free to email me 
at Pami1968@aol.com.  For those of you that never read 
anything by me before, I do have a site at asstr, which 
is maintained by my good friend Rui Jorge.  Who is one 
of the few people who even remembers who I am, anyway!  
<giggle>

This story contains sexual words, actions, and themes.  
If you are not of legal age,this is not for you...  go 
away .  If this is not normal where you come from, go 
away.  If you don't like this sort of stuff, go away.

If, on the other hand, you are of legal age, and this 
type of story is 'normal' for you, and you LIKE it....  
Read ON!  


Springtime Slut
By Pami ( Pami1968@aol.com )



He walked into the house and was immediately slapped in 
the face with the smell of sex.  Well, not sex, 
precisely... it was the scent of an aroused woman.  
Oh hell, it just plain old reeked of pussy.

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He had left for work that morning leaving her in bed.  
She was half asleep, lying there nude, looking up at him 
through slitted eyes, absently pulling on her right 
nipple.  It was almost enough to make him call off from 
work and spend the day in bed.  But he had that project 
due today, and it was in his briefcase and ready to be 
submitted.  So he leaned over, kissed her deeply, with 
lots of tongue, and gave her his instructions for the day.

"Keep it wet, my pet, but don't let yourself cum.  I will 
take care of that when I get home."

She smiled at him, and off he went.

How he got through the first couple of hours at the office, 
he wasn't really sure.  He wasn't really sure what he did, 
except that it must have been normal because no one asked 
him if he was sick.  All he could do was think about her.  
Back at his house.  In his bed.  Naked in the kitchen.  
Spread wide on the sofa.  Walking up the stairs.  In the 
shower.  His cock was sort of half-hard all morning, just 
imagining what she was doing to keep her pussy wet.  He 
didn't think she would have to do much - he was amazed at 
her capacity for sex.  Once, she had joked with him that 
she could go from dry to fuck-ready in 6.8 seconds.  He 
thought that wasn't far off the mark.

At lunch time, he grabbed his briefcase and walked out of 
his office.  He told his secretary that he was going to 
make a couple sales calls that afternoon, and he wouldn't 
be back.  If there was something urgent, just leave a 
message on his voice mail and he would take care of it.  
She nodded.  She wasn't really fooled... but he worked 
hard and never left early, so who was she to say anything 
if he wanted to play hookey today.  Besides, he had been 
absentminded all morning and didn't seem to be 
accomplishing much.


As he pulled into the driveway, he adjusted himself.  He 
noticed that his cock had steadily gotten harder on the drive 
home.  How could he let himself be affected like this, he 
wondered to himself.  Yes, she was hot and wet and wild, but 
what was it about HER?

He inhaled deeply in the foyer of the house.  Mmmmm....he 
heard her moaning from living room, and as he strode over to 
the doorway, her moans increased in volume.

There she was.  Naked, except for a pale pink satin bathrobe.  
It was short, only to her mid thigh, and it was open.  She was 
sitting in his favorite armchair, and he thought for a moment 
that he would never be able to sit there again without popping 
a chubby.  She was an arousing sight to behold.  Her fair skin 
was glowing in the sunlight from the back door; her golden brown 
hair was wild and tousled; her usually blush pink nipples were a 
dark, almost mauve color and they looked so hard they might hurt; 
and her legs were spread wide... one over each arm of the chair 
so he could see her pussy.  It wasn't the pink, delicate flower 
that he had seen in pictures before.  Oh no.  It was deep red, the 
inner lips swollen so that they almost pouted open.  The hair 
surrounding her was wet and matted - he was glad he had her keep 
it trimmed otherwise it would be a mess!  And he could see the 
clear juices dripping out and running down to soak the fabric of 
the chair.  Her clit was enormous... he could see that the hood 
was retracted from where he stood, and it seemed to be straining 
to be touched.  Instantly, his cock went from semi-hard to full 
erection and he had to adjust again.

She hadn't seen him yet, he knew, because her eyes were squeezed
shut.  Her back arched as she teased herself with the metal 
vibrator he had given her the previous day.  She held it right 
at her hole and he heard the wet sloshing sounds it made, over 
the quiet buzzing.  She ran it up to her clit and he had to bite 
the inside of his cheek to stop himself from groaning as she 
wailed from the touch of her mechanical lover.  He didn't know how 
long he watched like that - it was probably only a minute or two, 
but it seemed like an eternity.  Until she opened her eyes and 
saw him standing there.

He knew when she saw him, because she jumped a bit and was 
startled enough that she dropped her toy.  As she struggled to get 
out of her awkward position, he almost ran the eight feet or so 
towards her and put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from 
moving.

"No," he said to her.  "I want to watch."  He sat down in front of 
the chair no more than a foot away from her pussy and handed her 
the toy back.

As her hand reached for the vibe, he didn't release it and she 
looked inquiringly at him.

"How many times did you cum this morning, my sweet?" he asked her.

She looked his straight in the eyes and answered, "None, of 
course.  You told me not to."

He smiled.  He believed her.  She was an amazing woman.  Her 
honesty was one of the qualities he valued most.  In the past, 
she had not always been so obedient.  But she learned that if 
she did as he asked, great benefits would ensue.  Usually in 
the form of the most mind blowing climaxes she had ever 
experienced.  Some men trained with pain and discipline.  He 
trained with withholding and rewarding pleasure.

"And how long have you been sitting like this?" he asked.

"I'm not sure.  I was upstairs for a while.  I took a shower 
and then I made the bed and teased my pussy for a while.  I mean, 
you TOLD me to keep it wet.  Then I came downstairs, and I saw the 
chair here and it just looked like it would be so comfortable.  So 
I sat down here and well, then you came in."

He smiled, and let her take the vibrator.  "Go ahead, but again,
pet... you may not cum until I say."

She smiled and then he watched as she manipulated the toy against 
her cunny.  It was like his own private sex show, he thought.  Men 
would pay money to watch a woman do things like this to herself.  
His cock was in pain now, and he pulled his zipper down and let it 
spring free.  Ahhhhh, sighed to himself.  Her white fingers were 
tipped with hot pink nail polish and they looked amazing as one 
hand pinched her nipple while the other used the toy.  He 
especially loved it when she placed the vibrator along the entire 
length of her pussy... the wetness made the most delicious slapping 
sounds, and he could tell she liked it to, because she kept repeating 
the motion and then sliding the tip up to that irritated bud that 
seemed to be twice its normal size.  Her eyes were squeezed tight in 
her flushed face, and he didn't think he liked that.  He wanted to 
look into her soul...

He pulled the vibrator away from her hand easily and her chocolate
colored eyes flew open and searched his face.

"What?" she almost screamed at him.

He smiled inwardly, knowing that her frustration meant that she had
been very close to a climax, but he didn't smile at her.  Instead, 
he leaned forward and blew a stream of cool air across her 
overheated cunt.  "You were too close," he told her as she 
squirmed in the chair.  "I didn't want you to cum by accident, " 
he further explained, in a totally rational tone of voice, almost 
as if they were totally clothed business associates who were 
discussing the weather.

"Dammit," she panted.  "I need it, baby.  Please..."

"What do you need, sweetie?" he smiled at her.  This was the part
he loved.  He adored seeing this woman become a slave to her 
body's needs.

"I need to cum.  Now.  PLEASE"

He blew another cool stream of air up and down her juicy pussy,
enjoying the shivers that racked her body.  "I don't think you
need it enough yet, honey," he told her.

Her body shifted back and forth from side to side, and she 
reached her hand down to caress her wetness for him.  He 
watched as her fingers circled her clit over and over, and she 
built herself up to the edge again.  It was so hot to watch, 
he thought.  He saw her hips straining forward, almost begging 
him to touch her, but all he did was exhale again.

Her moans were loud, and he was glad that the windows were shut.  
One of his hands stroked his cock as he continued to stare at 
her, alternating between her delicious cunt and her expressive 
face.  He watched her grow closer and closer to heaven.

Finally, her mouth opened, and she almost screamed at him, 
"Please, baby... PLEASE... I NEED it..."

And that was what he was waiting for.  He pulled her hand away 
from her pussy as he slid two fingers deep into her dripping hole 
and then he took that pulsing clit of hers between his lips and 
sucked.

He felt her entire body freeze. And then she wailed.  He felt 
her climax start as her pussy clenched so hard around his fingers 
that he thought they were going to be forced out of her.  He 
maintained his hold on her clit, using his tongue now to flick it 
back and forth while his fingers fucked her deep and hard.  He 
looked up at her face and that flush had spread down to her chest 
and he saw her eyes fly open and watch him as she came her brains 
out for what seemed like forever.  He gently licked her entire 
vulva as she came down, pulling juices from inside her and 
drinking them down.  He felt the smaller spasms as she relaxed.

He pulled his face away from her, but kept his finger on her clit.  
He wanted her to be on simmer like this for hours... ready to cum 
whenever he chose to let her.

She looked down at him and two words came out of her lips, "More,
please."

He looked down at his cock, which was so hard it could cut 
diamonds and he smiled.  It was going to be a GLORIOUS afternoon.

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