Living in a small town has its perks. Maybe it is a pain in the ass to go shopping for decent clothes, buy ethnic food, or pretty much do anything on the weekends or past 5 pm because everything is closed, but if you look hard enough, small town living still has its perks.
You see, she is only 21, here for the summer, about to finish up her degree and be gone forever from here, minus holidays when she comes back to see her parents. She grew up here, but now only stays in the off-season. And this is the last summer for her.
Today she felt like going to the movies. Well, actually, she felt like just doing anything other than staying home. This morning she woke up to a loud drunk woman screaming across the street at her husband. Her husband, that is, who also happens to be her boss for the summer at the Cinema. His wife is the biggest whore in the city and an angry drunk on top of it. Everyone knows it too.
Poor guy. Works an embarrassing shit job as a movie theater manager, to come home to a drunk bitchy lazy whore wife, and to make matters worse, he couldn’t leave if he wanted to because he’d have to leave his kids with the whore half the time who is shitfaced when she is not busy sucking dick. This fucking guy needs a break.
Anyways, like everywhere in Podunk USA, the movies are closed on Sunday. That is, of course, unless you have the keys. And a cool boss who lets you use it when it’s closed.
Today though, she didn’t call any of her friends. They all left anyways to their colleges last week. Instead, she just walked across the street, asked for the keys, got in her car, parked in the empty lot, went in, disabled the alarm, poured a Coke, started the movie reel, and sat down.
She then smoked a little weed, cause, ‘fuck it, why not?’ And then got to thinking about this morning.
Fuck, poor fucking guy. She thought to herself, “What a fucking cunt she is? Guy could not be more laid back, fun, and nice.”
“Easily the best looking guy on the street, best dad on the street. Makes enough to own a house, her not work, and has two decent cars even though the job is not great. Plus he is funny as fuck.”
“Guy needs something in his life to make him smile.”
So she took that stoned thought and hashed up a plan.
She called his house. He picked up and she said, “Hey! You have to come down here! There is a broken pipe in the walls.”
“I turned the water off outside as you showed me before but you need to come to check it out. I think it’s something you can fix.”
“Shit, I am coming. I’ll be there in like 15 minutes.”
So she kept on watching her movie. Just the thought of what she was about to do was making her wet. So she played. Touched herself a little bit until she was almost about to cum. Legs up on the chair backs. Waiting to throw herself at a man in a way she never has before.
The idea kind of made her nervous. Actually, like really fucking nervous. But she just told herself – “I’d rather get shot down and be humiliated than miss out on making this poor guy’s life better.”
Besides, she is 21 and abnormally fucking hot. He can’t stop staring at her and he sees her every day. So she knows he wants her. She just doesn’t know if she can break down his defenses.
When he arrives, he comes down to one of the two theater rooms at the Cinema, where she was, and says “where is the leak?”
“I walked all around and I didn’t see any leak?”
“Where is it wet?”
Right then, she knew she had to take that softball. She stood up, walked right over to him, grabbed his hand, brought it up her skirt, put it right on her pussy, and said..
“Daddy. It’s wet right here.”
Even she did not anticipate what happened next. Couldn’t even think of it as a possibility as all the variables ran through her mind 10 minutes earlier when her fingers were inside herself.
He grinned, but not a normal grin. A sinister grin. Like he knew something she didn’t.
He said, “Oh, Kitten, you don’t know what you just did.”
His left hand shot up around her neck and he pushed her back 10 feet against the nearest wall and fingered her with the passion she never knew was possible. He pulled her skirt clean off in one passionate pull like he was mad at it.
Her clit was taking attention like it never had before. She was edging herself 5 minutes ago, almost ready to cum when he came in, so she came in almost no time at all.
After she almost collapsed he lifted her up in a standing position against the wall and swallowed her pussy into his mouth like a beast. Driving his tongue deep inside her wetness for the pure, raw, primal reason that he just liked the taste of her, and she knew it from his reaction.
“Holy shit this guy is more than passionate,” she thought. Sucking that clit, legs over his shoulders, her back against the wall 6 feet in the air, tickling her little asshole and she is catching a rush of endorphins she has not known was possible in her 21 years.
And she cums again. She has the immediate thought to herself – “the first time I ever had multiple. Like more than one orgasm.”
As soon as she is done shaking he sits right down in a chair and slides her panties down. Slowly. Not aggressively. Not passionately. Slow. And she thinks “I can’t figure this guy out at all.”
Then it dawns on her. He has been staring at an ugly mean bitch for years. He wants to soak it in. To soak in the experience. The vision.
Her beauty. So he does. But he wants to soak in the vision of something else more. Her orgasm.
No, not the clitoral one. The one that is going to be new to her. He wants to soak that in. He knows it will be new to her because he overheard the girls talking on their break a few weeks ago. “Never had a G-spot orgasm” were the words he remembered hearing exit her lips.
Well, settle in Kitten. Daddy knows this game well.
So he pulls her panties and his pants down. He sets her pussy lips right over his hard cock she made firm.
He doesn’t wet his dick. He doesn’t lick it. He wants it to hurt a little when it goes inside her pussy. And it does. And he sees the slight struggle in her face.
And he positions her body back enough and on top of him to make sure his dick is pressed right into her inner wall and as she starts bouncing, he starts pushing into her.
And he picks up the pace. And thumbs her clit. And keeps it going and going and going until he sees something changes in her.
He knows that look. He knows what is happening. It’s her that doesn’t realize it.
Until she does.
And the full body shakedown wipes her out and he wraps his arms around her to keep her from hitting the filthy floor. She has never been worked over like this before in her life. Nothing even comes close.
And he unleashes a huge amount of cum right inside her and it drips down her legs and onto the floor. She can’t even muster the energy to care enough to bother looking to see where it went. She just doesn’t care about the mess.
After she recovers, she says, “Please Daddy. Fuck me again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day.”
“Silly Kitten, I am going to fuck you again tonight. Right in my marital bed. I am going to make you cum, even harder. Right all over her fucking pillow.” And they died laughing. “Now give me that weed, babydoll”.
“Oh yeah, the pipe? So, where is it wet again?”, as he tapped her overly sensitive cum drenched wet throbbing pussy. And she giggled, “Don’t you dare. She is tender.”
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