I have a story. I call this one SPIT I do have my fair s..

I have a story. I call this one SPIT I do have my fair share of boundaries when it comes to sex but at the same time I do allow some bizarre things. Like spit. I’m gonna start this off by saying I had no desire to fuck this kid. I didn’t like him at all, I wasn’t his friend, he was obsessed with me, it had been for years. We were in his room and had nothing to do. He had condoms and I couldn’t sleep. This asshole lived in the basement of his mothers townhouse and had a pitbull sharing the room with him and his room smelled bad, like a fucking dog. He had a big bed big, enough for him to have his own space and not need to snuggle up with me because I absolutely did not want to snuggle with him but I could tell/smell that that dog slept in the bed with him. A larger screen TV lit the room in blues and whites. The whole reason I was at this house is because he was supposed to have weed. I was yng and I had an addiction to pot and I know now that I was addicted because I would do things and put myself in dangerous situations just to get high. Good thing that phase of my life is over. I had a decided that I was going to break this kid in and just never talk about it. I was yng beautiful, sexy, and this kid would beg and plead for me to spend time with him and so the least I could do was hate fuck him into his place on the food chain and that’s exactly what I did. I made out with him for a while for all my victims kiss me extensively in the mouth before any penetration happens. I pulled the shirt off of him and pulled my pants down and allowed him to suck on the pussy that ignored him and he wasn’t worthy of but had somehow begged his lip on. I’m sure I sucked on his cock a little bit but not enough for me to describe it I snapped a condom on this kid , got a glob of spit on it, laid back, and watched this kid fuck me. Physically this kid wasn’t in bad shape at all. It wasn’t that he was unattractive. He just was not my type of guy. He had nothing. The ONLY reason I was even in this kids room is because he was supposed to have a weed for me to smoke. But even then why would I fuck him? He never bought me dinner, he had no car, and he lived in a ratty neighborhood. I didn’t like the way he dressed and I didn’t like the way his voice sounded. I didn’t want his heaving chest on me I didn’t want him to kiss me anymore on my face or on my neck and we were starting to sweat. Mind you were probably both under the age of 20 right now but over 18. He’s pumping into me like a rabbit. I’m looking at his eyes, I’m looking at his face and naturally when I have sex my mouth waters. So I suck the spit between my teeth, welling into my mouth, pursed my lips and spit in his face. It was on. He was shocked and taken back, But I played it off by sitting up and licking it off of his neck and face and rubbing the rest into his chest. I played it off. He started drooling on my mouth and chin trying to spit and play this game with me. The sex got aggressive as we rolled around on his queen size bed, Play fighting, fucking each other, switching out condoms every other position change. I think it’s when I bent over and stuck up my little butt and let him rub on my back a little bit more I got another wiff of his fucking dog bed and it made me upset. It reminded me why I was there. I got up and rolled him on his back. I mounted the slender waist having human dildo and got to work on him. Straddled and frog position I aggressively put all my weight into his chest with spread fingers and digging nails. I looked him in his eyes, with my deep gaze of natural sensuality and seeping hatred, and pounded my body into his. I tossed my head back, elongating my beautiful body, leaned sturdy on my hands and looked at him. I wanted him to see me. I fucked into him, grinding into his balls, Rolling up on the shaft and aggressively smashing myself into him and bellowed out these deep throaty moans. and I know this looks wicked because of the TV light looming off of my yellow skin and my long dark hair extensions, I KNOW for a FACT that I am a beautiful and exotic fuck. And I wanted to make it nightmarish. And I did. He tried to sit up but I threw all my weight back forward and put my hands spread out right next to his neck but very deeply gripping the sheets he tried to sit up but I threw all my weight back forward and put my hands spread out right next to his neck, very deeply gripping the sheet. And when I did that I caught his neck with my nail and he started to bleed. I used that grip on the bed and now hunching over him, sweating sliding up and down on the length, not abusing the balls now, as an opportunity to fake a climax. I told him I was going to come he said he was going to come and he came. And when he did, gasped, and spit in his face again- giving him the same glaring look I have been giving him the whole time. Pure hatred. So we’re through now he got up and took the condom off try to wipe himself up with some stupid towel. But I continued my abuse by acting as if I was insatiable and I wanted to keep going. We both got no sleep that night because between me kicking at him and demanding to be licked on and stroked, we were both sweaty, sticky, hot, and covered in saliva. He had to wait up all night for his mommy to go to work and I’m sure about 6 AM did we sneak upstairs to take a shower. When we were in the shower he winced at the gash that it was on his neck, and I probably did a number on his back to. It was this moment when we were in the shower where I knew I had beaten it was this moment when we were in the shower where I knew I had beat him. I tried to make him sit down so I can fuck him in the shower and he refused because we didn’t have any condoms and I was like well what’s gonna happen? That’s when I realized how drained he was and that he had been avoiding eye contact for a while. Guess he wasn’t enjoying his time with me. Good. I’ve bitched about weed all morning, and he finally got it around 10 o’clock but it was pouring down rain outside it was awful day. I didn’t let him get any sleep. And he had no money I’m pretty sure he only got like a dime bag. And I went outside with him to to try to go and get the weed because I wasn’t gonna wait for him by myself in his house. And this guy I knew from school saw us together and it bugged the fuck out of me. So then my next demand was that I wanted orange chicken from the Chinese food place up the street and we could’ve walked there and got it but he had no money. So I suggested that I would get it for us- I had a way, I OFFERED TO FEED HIM and after all of that objected. So fuck him. I called a ride and I left and ate with my fucking friends and moved on with my life. That’s his experience with the pretty popular girl that he was obsessed with all of high school. As for me, if I ever see him again, I will hit him with my car. I don’t do one blunt fucks. Fucking clown. Spit on your face. The next time I spit on a gentleman it was not out of hate, it was the play fighting sex that I love to have, oh shit with this boxer I met in DC 😋 talk about after dinner workout. I had a fuck that kid for two hours before I got my protein shake 😉