Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Overthinking It


The prompt for this week's Wicked Wednesday was:

The prompt reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend about a week and a half ago. The concepts tossed around during the conversation have been playing on my mind ever since. 

"I don't get it," Monica's brow furrowed as she studied the man standing in her doorway.

"What do you mean?" Paul lounged against the door frame.

"Well last week you were telling me how you and Jennifer were so compatible." Monica tried not to notice how well his jeans fitted around those hips. She remembered the way those jeans bunched around his ankles the last time she had seen him.

"Suck my cock," Paul's command was soft but firm. His blue eyes bored into hers. Monica's insides turned into warm mush. Thoughts about his new girlfriend and the way those eyes had bored into her while she sucked his cock the last time she saw him collided together confusingly in her mind.

"What about Jennifer?" Monica really didn't know how to deal with this situation. The thought of sucking this cock was irresistible, she told herself that it wasn't her problem if he chose to cheat on his girlfriend but there was this tiny nagging doubt that made her wonder. Besides she wasn't particularly keen on dealing with an angry girlfriend somewhere sometime. 

"You know thinking too much about something can cause unnecessary confusion." Paul's hands popped open the clasp on his jeans. Monica watched intently as the long fingers fumbled slightly with the tab on the zipper. "The situation is quite simple really." Monica's tongue rested against her lips as Paul's fingers delved into the waistband of his boxers and eased his cock out. He stood for a few moments holding his cock in his hand, leaning against her doorframe. "You know you want to suck this cock, I know that if you do a good job I am then going to bend you over that couch and fuck you like a real woman." Monica took a deep shuddering breath. Her cunt ached with desire as she sank to her knees and opened her mouth.

"That’s a good girl," Paul's voice whispered just the way she remembered. Monica's lips opened wide as she slid them down over the velvety skin of his cock. The long fingers that had held his cock just moments ago twisted themselves into her hair pressing her face towards his pelvis. The head of his cock slid towards the back of her throat. Monica gagged slightly but she pressed her head further down his shaft trying to take in the whole of his length.

"That's it," he whispered. "Suck that cock like a good girl." 

Monica whimpered around his shaft as he held her head firmly and began thrusting gently, fucking her face. The hunger in her cunt was growing. She knew exactly how this was going to end and despite herself she craved it. Saliva coated his cock, building up to drool around her lips as his shaft slid in and out of her mouth. A small jet of pre-cum coated her tongue, she sucked harder craving the salt taste of his cum.

Source: Ameteur Girls
"You want that cum don't you." He tilted her head so that she could look up at him as he pumped his cock into her mouth. The blue eyes that she remembered so well burned into her. She made a whimpering sound, pleading with her eyes for the taste she craved. Her cunt ached. Every part of her was clamouring for her attention. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and pulled her face away from his cock. A dribble of his precum formed a thread between her lips and the tip of his cock as she looked into his eyes craving him to fill her.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked quietly. Suddenly Monica realised that she was kneeling in her doorway with a naked erect cock right in front of her face. Nervously she looked past him into the driveway half expecting an audience to have formed there. Awkwardly she got to her feet and turned to face inwards to her living room. There was a click as he pulled the door shut behind him before he grabbed her and pulled her close to him. His breath was hot in her ear as his hands reached under her shirt and cupped her breasts. Hungrily his fingers probed into her bra and pinched her nipples almost painfully. A hot wave of pleasure burned through her and her knees buckled slightly. His searching hands reached under her skirt and pulled at her panties tugging them down over her ass. Quickly she pulled them down further towards her knees. He released her slightly so that he could push his own trousers down around his ankles and she staggered forwards to lean over the back of the couch. 

Monica bent over the back of the couch, her flushed cheek rested against the coolness of a satin cushion. Behind her she could feel his fingers stroking her round ass cheeks. She spread her legs as wide as she could with her knickers still caught around her knees. Then she felt his fingers pulling her cheeks apart and sliding down towards her wet aching cunt. 

"Look at this wet slutty cunt," Paul emphasised his point by pushing his fingers into her. Monica slumped against his hand and moaned into the cushion. "I bet it is just gagging to be fucked by a real cock." He slid his fingers in and out of her teasing her opening. "You want to feel a cock in your greedy hungry cunt?" he asked

"Yes, yes." Monica was desperate now. All she cared about was the aching need in her cunt and the heat of the voice in her ear. Paul rested his cock between her cheeks with the head at her opening. She gave a little whimper and wriggled against him. Slowly he eased himself into her, filling her slick wet cunt with his hard member. He paused for a moment savouring the feeling of her warm wetness holding him tightly. 

He gripped her hips firmly as he slowly eased himself out of her before slamming back into her again. 

Pardon my rant, pardon my stupidity and honesty, and pardon my thoughts.. but this picture is beautiful. Why? Because she is not dressed in sexy clothes. Why? Because he is not the perfectly large guy. Why? because this situation is not setup and not planned. Prostitution. I say this word because this is not what comes to mind with this picture. Tonight I just spent some time with my friends, and I had two groups of friends tonight. One was arty and nice and sentimental and innocent. I like that. I wanted to drink fizz and water and milk with these people as we played Uno. But I accidentally brought two nerdy friends who happened to be men who wanted to leave and go do something deviant. Even… go get and pay for a girl and spend a night with them. They wanted ass from girls they could get if they had enough money. I’ve never been in this scene before. So my friends want me to play. Play the game of picking up a girl, pay her and do her. But this is cheating. She is here for this, she wants this, if not, she wants the cash. I call a girl and sit her down and chat with her. This is not really what I want, but what am I supposed to do!? Why didn’t I just ditch my friends, and stay with my lady and her innocent friends playing school games with no alcohol!? Why do I have to be in a place that will leave me with NOTHING? Prostitution is a business where you pay for her time and emotional and physical disposition for a price of cash, a favor you give her for a favor she gives you. This favor is very much overpriced, as she will give you 25 minutes to 1 hour for a price that will take you the most part of your day of work to exchange, at least my work day. I chatted with her, talked with her, danced with her and had a good time with her, but then when it came to money.. I lost her. I lost it. I lost the moment. I have decided from this night onwards, I think the effort of an amount of work I put into a girl should be something that builds a lasting relationship, something that is worth it, something that should be something that lasts more than just a 25 minute fake moment. A prostitute is not my fantasy, and is not what I aspire for. I feel sorry that my nerdy friends can do this, but happy that they can, happy that they can feel this and do this and enjoy this, that they can help these girls economically and exchange an emotional and physical need that they have. But.. I am not happy to do this. I can’t justify it. I can’t enjoy it. I can’t do it. And I definitely can’t play this game. I would rather….. spend natural amounts of time over food and natural living situations… no cash in play……. just genuine moments. This picture is not prostitution. This picture is beautiful…. and I feel like an idiot for this evening…. Pardon my rant..
Source: Guy n Gal
"This wet cunt needs a good fucking," he leaned forward and whispered into her ear. Pinned underneath him Monica whimpered. Paul thrust in and out of her increasing the speed and force of each thrust. Underneath him Monica moaned and screamed in pleasure. Paul's fingers gripped her hips almost painfully and his belly slapped against her ass as he pounded her hard. "You take this fucking like a real woman," he grunted in pleasure. "Are you ready to be filled up with my cum?" The question was ground out between his gritted teeth.

Monica's reply was a whimper buried into a cushion on the couch. With a loud groan Paul emptied himself into her. Monica clenched around his cock as it pulsed and twitched moaning in ecstasy with him before he relaxed against her slightly. She whimpered as he eased himself out of her. Without his hot hardness filling her she felt strangely empty. 

There was a jingle as he replaced his boxers and jeans over his neat tight ass. The familiar feeling of confusion came back to her and she remembered how this always ended. 

"It is so good to know a girl who can take a fucking like a real woman," Paul reached forward and stroked her hair tenderly out of her eyes.

"Can you stay?" she smiled up at him. The speed and heat of the encounter had whetted her appetite. Instead of satiating her it had left her ravenous for more.  

"Maybe next time babe." He held her close as he kissed her good bye, "I got places to go and people to see today." And with that he had turned and was gone.

Monica watched his retreating back. She knew he would be back, he couldn’t resist her. She knew that. She gave him something Jennifer couldn't. The confusing part was why he persisted with a relationship that clearly didn't give him everything he needed.


  1. Confusing yes.... but also HOT! Actually I think he is a bit of shit but as long as she is happy and enjoying herself and knows that he is then hey ho.


    1. I agree he is a bit of a shit. I guess where the confusion comes from. Is the pleasure worth it?

  2. great write, I enjoy how the pictures added to the story. Thank you for sharing

  3. I totally agree with Molly. He is using her for his fun, but she's enjoying it too so then it's okay :)

    Rebel xox

  4. A fantastic encounter, great job!