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Author: Altan
Title: Fuck Me
Summary: An unlikely encounter
Keywords: MF exhib stupid
Date: October 2004
Version: 1.00
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Fuck Me (MF exhib stupid)
by Altan

I was on my second martini when I noticed her. I don't know how
long she had been in the bar, but it can't have been long. She
wasn't the kind of person one would overlook.

The first thing I saw was her breasts. She was wearing a red
dress with a neckline dropping down down below her navel. Half
her breasts were exposed already and the dress did not do much to
hide the outline of the other parts. They were full but natural,
only slightly sagging.

The second thing I saw, when I finally forced my eyes to look up,
was her eyes. They were pointed straight at me. Normally I would
have looked away quickly, but I was in a defiant mood that
evening. I held her gaze and smiled. She smiled back, lifted her
glass, toasted in my direction. I replied in kind.

The third thing I saw were her legs. The plunging neckline was
matched by a split up the front of the dress, showing a lot of
her legs. And I mean a lot; there cannot have been more than an
inch of strategically placed fabric between the between the
plunge and the split.

My heart was already racing when I saw the fourth thing. She
turned around when someone behind her spoke to her. The back of
her dress didn't even have the inch of material. It was split
from top to bottom, the two sides connected by strings only. Her
crack was beautifully on display!

She turned back and came walking towards me. I felt my dick
swelling more and more. I couldn't believe this gorgeous woman
was actually coming to me.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I answered rather stupidly. She was now standing only a
little bit more than a foot away. I tried looking her in her
eyes, but my eyes kept wandering down. I saw the outline of her
nipples, poking hard at the fabric of the dress. Looking down
further, I saw her dress wasn't quite touching her belly. I could
see down between her legs.

"Like it?" she asked.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah," I managed to bring out. "Yeah, you are

She laughed.

"I meant the dress, silly. What does it say to you?"

"Fuck me," I answered, surprised about my own boldness.

"That's right. So do it."


"Do it. Fuck me."

"Here?" I asked incredibly.

"Here. Now."

I looked around me. The bar was not particularly full, but there
were plenty of people around. Some of them were clearly trying
not to look this way. I looked back at her. My dick was pushing
at the inside of my pants. I was ready, and so was she.

"I don't even know your name," I tried.


"I don't have a condom with me."

"Fuck condoms."

It was too much. She was gorgeous, and she wanted me. I felt raw
instincts take over. I opened my fly, took out my dick. Moved
closer. She put a foot on a barstool step, giving me easy access.
I slipped in, she was wet and warm. No resistance at all. I
grabbed her ass, pulled her closer.

I fucked. Could feel her shudder as she came. I pushed harder,
felt my pressure building up. She came again. I pulled her ass
closer, one of the strings snapped. I came, squirting my semen
into her. She felt it, came for a third time. It was all over in
less than a minute.

She stepped back, away from me. I had to fumble to put my still
hard member back into my pants. It was still dripping, there was
going to be a spot on the front of my pants. I didn't care at the
moment, just looked at her, thinking about what I had just done.

She walked away, her bare behind moving with every step. I never
saw her again.

I went home in a daze. When I woke up the next day, it really hit
me what I had done. I knew that chances of catching a disease
were minimal, but I still had to be sure. I went to a doctor and
had the tests done. A few days later, the results came back.

I had played Russian Roulette and lost.

No, it wasn't worth it.

                          T H E   E N D


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