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Pulling Chicks Is Easy
by Meremere13 (meremere13@hotmail.com)
***
While some guys seem to have a lot of trouble pulling
chicks, I never seem too, and I am fucked if I know why
that is. (MFF, studly-dude)
***
I am a cool looking spunk - 5ft 10, 120lbs of lean
muscle - pound for pound I am one of the strongest
people anyone is ever going to meet down a dark alley
on their worst day. I have over the collar thick black
hair, strong white teeth, brown eyes with red flecks. I
am one of the smoothest dancer around - I can shake it
with the best of them.
More importantly I can hold up my end of a conversation
on any topic. When bullshitting with the guys - sport,
philosophy, commerce, politics, whatever. When the
ladies want it, I have a line on all the best places to
eat, get your face, hair, nails and teeth done, places
to shop, places to not. I am a walking holiday guide,
where to go, what to pay, who to avoid and when.
Whatever the topic, whatever you want, I can talk about
it, all in a smooth, silky, courteous voice.
I can even carry a tune, not as good as Elvis or Julio
mind, but I can definitely hold up my end at karaoke.
With all these blessings it will come as no surprise to
anyone that I can pull the chicks - young, old, big,
small, married, single I can pull them all and I have.
I can come across as anything they want, from the
Archangel right on down to Old Nick himself. Whatever
you want sugar I am. Pull chicks, me? Fuck, I'm the
king of pull.
To prove to you what I mean I will tell you about this
really good looking girl I pulled last week. A sweet
youngster, slim and blond in a swirling, short summer
dress that exposed the top of the creamiest bosom you
could ever imagine and beautiful long legs with the
merest hint of white knickers when she twirled while
dancing. A dimple on each rosy cheek and the largest
swimming pool blue eyes you could ever hope to fall
into. The old crocodile in me just couldn't help
itself, I just had to chat her up.
These days I drive a black two-door Mercedes. I dress
in black suits, silk shirts and ties. I gold
accessorize - discreet watch, a ring or two, cigarette
case and lighter. I drink champagne and when challenged
I take my liquor straight up and wash it down with
imported beer. Expensive, sharp and as smooth as they
come, that's me. I walked right on over and turned it
on.
In no time at all she and I were getting on like a
house on fire. For the next three hours she had one of
the best times of her young life. We talked, we danced,
we drank and we laughed and before she knew it we were
the very best of friends.
When the band slowed down to a waltz she came into my
arms and we cruised. I told her how beautiful she was
and she pressed that hot, sweet body into me and
sighed. Every young buck in the place was spewing -
fucking lucky cunt you could hear them muttering.
Outwardly I gave no sign of noticing but I did give one
young fellow a quick glance. He got the message and he
hated me. The message "Suck on this mate".
I asked if she would like a ride home and she said yes.
When she sat her pretty bum down on the seat of my car,
I could see she was enjoying the feel of that expensive
leather brushing the back of her thighs. I turned the
key, slipped the clutch and we were gone with Marvin
Gaye singing 'Lets Get It On' over the system. She
loved it, the power and feel of a really expensive car.
I looked over at her and gave her my most sincere smile
and that little girl lit up like a Christmas tree. I
asked if she could reach in to the glove box and fetch
out one of the smokes there. I asked her to light it
for me as I was driving. As she did so, she gave a
little ooh! and so she should have. What she thought
was going to be a cigarillo was the smoothest hand-
rolled custom joint a person could hope for. She had
another go it and said. "Wow! Nice."
I told her to hang on to it until we got to her place.
By the time we got there the joint was down to a roach
and Marvin was into `Sexual Healing'. She had slipped
down in the seat and her dress was halfway up her
thighs. She was hot, loose and looking it.
I slipped out of the car and around to her side. I
opened her door, reached in and lifted her up into my
arms. She put one arm around my shoulder and laid her
pretty blond head on my chest and starting singing to
herself. Marvin Gaye. Very nice. All the way up the
path I touched her up, gently squeezing behind her knee
and on her side where the breast and underarm come
together.
When we got to her door I slowly eased her down onto to
her feet and her body followed mine all the way down,
close and intimate. I raised her face up with my hands,
looked deep into those eyes and told her what I great
time I had had and what a beautiful person she was. I
leaned my face down to meet hers and her hips twitched
forward ever so slightly.
She knew that I noticed and she blushed and looked
down. I brushed my lips softly against her brow and she
trembled and I just held her. She asked me if I wanted
to come inside and that's when we both knew she was
mine. I gently raised her face and told her that I
couldn't, she tried to say something but I gently
shushed her, gave her a quick cuddle and left her
standing. Halfway down the path I turned around and
gave her a wave and smiled at her.
It was a sight to break anyone's heart. There she was
holding the hem of her dress to her eyes bawling, a wee
bit angry for sure, but mostly just hot, frustrated and
feeling sorry for herself. Beautiful long legs, a small
white patch of knickers and so very vulnerable. My ego
couldn't take it. I just had to go back for another
taste.
So I did.
I walked back up to her, took her in my arms and told
her I was sorry but I was seeing someone else and I
didn't want to hurt her and that's why I had to go. She
told me that it didn't matter and I told her that it
did. Then she cried even more - ashamed now as well.
In the most gentle of tones I told her that if I hadn't
been seeing someone else I would have been free to love
her forever, she was so beautiful. Talk about a
bucketfest of tears. Gratitude now, as well. This
girl's emotions were utterly fucked over. She didn't
know one end from up and the dope wasn't helping her
either.
By now she had both arms around my neck, her face
pressed into my neck. What made it for me was she still
had the hem of her dress in one hand and her firm sweet
lower body was naked apart from the most delicate pair
of knickers you could ever hope to fondle. Her naked
thighs and belly were pressed up against me and I could
feel her heat. A delicious sensation.
I asked her to please stop crying because she was
breaking my heart and if she didn't stop I would start
crying myself. She looked up and there they were - two
of the biggest and best crocodile tears in the business
running down my face. She gave me the most wonderful
smile, one of the "I knew you loved me really" kind and
I gave her back my absolutely best "I know, I can't
help it, isn't life a tragedy" smiles. I wiped away her
tears, she wiped away mine, she kissed me, I kissed her
back and she went for it - tongue and groove.
Me, I got busy with my hands. With one hand I started
to stroke her hair and the other her naked back.
Slowly, gently. I started working my hand into her hair
easing forward onto the scalp on the back of her head
and down around the back and sides of her neck, slowly
gently in small intimate loving circles. My other hand
was all the while drifting further and further south,
smooth even strokes and lazy circles until it was
getting a good feel of that knicker encased bum. Then I
got my tongue going and dear reader let me tell you
French is my middle name.
A couple of good reaches and her hips started to give
it up. Eager, pressing, demanding. I was getting off on
this chick myself in a cerebral sort of way. It takes a
wee bit more than a horny bit of fluff to get me going
though.
Anyway, I have my fingers slipping down between the
cleft of her buttocks by now, gently brushing the bud
of her bumhole and dipping further to stroke her lips,
up and down, round and round, touch and withdraw, easy,
light and gentle. Her legs have opened slightly and man
is she wet.
When she starts pushing back against my hand I slip my
fingers right around, up and in. Her hands flutter away
to the side, her nostrils flare and I pull my tongue
out. She takes a deep breath of air and I shove my
tongue right back down her throat and my fingers in
hard right up to the knuckles.
She nearly fucking chokes on my tongue, her legs are
wide open now and trembling something wicked - with one
hand holding the back of her neck and the other jammed
up her from behind, she isn't going anywhere. Now,
she's humping and bucking, and small mewling sounds
escape from her mouth every time I pull my tongue out
to let her breathe. Nothing matters anymore - she just
wants it.
I pull my fingers out and reach right under and grab
her pelvic bone, flex my knees and lift her straight up
in the air. Her legs have got nowhere to go but up, out
and around my body. I have her up past my belt buckle
and a face full of bosom. I slip my thumb back inside
her and her body drops down slightly, swallowing it
all. Her thighs clamp around my waist, her forearms
resting on my shoulders, her weight on balanced on the
palm of my hand. Fuck she feels good hanging there all,
accepting my strength without question.
Power and strength - fucking awesome. I start to give
her the clit squeeze - fingers and thumb coming
together - thumb on the inside, fingers on the clit. I
start kissing the tops of her bosom. She reaches in and
pops the buttons on her bodice and there they are.
Beautiful engorged deep red nipples and I french them
with my mouth. Licking, nibbling, sucking, rolling,
lips and tongue, lips and tongue - gentle and loving.
Between the clit squeeze and the nipple baiting she
didn't have a chance. She went off like a skyrocket,
juddering, shaking, flaring and screaming into the
night. Me, I lifted her straight up, sat her on my
shoulders, buried my face in her steaming hot pussy and
took a good long hard suck. Fuck me if she didn't go
off again.
I gently eased her down - I had to hang onto her for a
while because she was having trouble standing. Anyway
we straighten her dress, I whispered goodnight and she
started bawling again, from happiness this time I
suspect. This time though, I was definitely out of
there.
I cruised away in the car. Put my boy Marvin back on,
put my hand down my pants and give myself a good long
stroke or two. I could do with a bit myself now I
think. So it's back to the apartment, strip off and
into the shower. When, I get out I take a look at
myself in the mirror. Strong lean hard muscle, fuck I
look good. I run my hand over my chest, firm and
powerful - trained down perfectly - down over my
smooth, hard belly - abs to die for - and gently down
lower and lower to finally grip and fondle my pussy.
Aah! who loves you baby.
While some guys seem to have a lot of trouble pulling
chicks, I never seem too, and I am fucked if I know why
that is.
End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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