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The Tribute
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The Tribute She had always been the quiet server at the restaurant. While most of the girls were flirty with the customers to get bigger tips and dressed cute, she had always come across as shy and reserved. Rarely wearing make, her face would come across as plain to most, never drawing attention to her beautiful blue eyes. She always kept her dirty blonde hair in a simple pony tail, her shirt buttoned up all the way, and never jeans that highlighted her curves. She was the typical girl that did not know she was beautiful, or just wanted to hide it. Mark had been coming to the restaurant for lunch once a week and they had built up a small friendship back and forth. She always blushed when he complimented her and had finally asked her the courage to go out for dinner, which she said yes. When he picked her up, she met him outside her place, claiming her house was too messy for guests. She wore a grey sweater dress with black tights, her hair curled and down to her shoulders, with light red lipstick. She had an idea she could be stunning, but never like this. They went to dinner, had a few drinks and some delightful conversation. She was shy, but as they talked more, she opened up. Her story seemed to match her style, a small town girl who has only had a few boyfriends, just looking to explore a bit before she settled down back in her hometown. All in all he considered the date a success and figured he had a pretty good shot at a second. He also assumed there would be a few cold showers in his future since she did not seem like the type of girl who would rush into anything physical. He walked her back to her door and went in for a kiss, she blushed a little and let him give her a small peck on the lips. “I didn’t think you found me beautiful” she shyly said. “What, you are stunning, what guy wouldn’t” he replied. “Very few guys ever approach me, so I don’t think they ever find me beautiful, let alone sexy” she said. “Well how do I prove that I think you are the most beautiful, sexy girl I know?” he asked, flirtingly. She opened the door and motioned with her finger for him to follow. She led him into her bedroom, he was getting excited at what she had in mind. She sat on her bed and told him to stand 3 feet away from it. She leaned back and began to trace her fingers up and down her thighs, moaning lightly. He tried to move closer, but she wagged her finger no. She bucked her hips up and down, moaning louder. She then stood up and pulled the dress over her head, to reveal the tights were black thigh highs, a pink and white polka dot bra, and a matching pair of bikini cotton panties. It was the perfect mix of sexy and innocent that made him wonder if she had this planned or this was her first time doing it. She walked up to him and kissed his neck, but pushed him away when he tried to kiss her. She lowered her head down his body and then stopped at his belt, where she loosened it and lowered his jeans. She pressed her cheek against his bulge and the pressed her breasts against it. She stood up and turned around, grinding her ass on his cock, bending over and moving it up and down. “These are the panties I wear when I try to be a good girl, reminds me of when I was a virgin. But I think I am failing at being good, so I think I need to be punished.” “ Should I spank you?” he asked. “Oh no hunny, that’s for a different night, tonight I have been a , so you are going to treat me like one”. He began to quickly realize she was probably not the innocent next door type he had thought. She lowered his boxers and let his cock spring free. She walked to her night stand, pulling out a bottle of lube. “I want you to stroke your cock and cum on me, I want my innocent panties covered in cum, to remind me how bad I have been” She laid down on the floor and began to pinch her nipples while a finger rubbed her clit through the cotton of her panties. He could see a large wet spot growing, so he lubed his cock up and began to stroke. She bucked her hips up and down, moaning loudly. He didn’t know whether to draw this out or to cum on her quick, the confusion causing him to edge himself, he know this was going to be a huge load one way or another. “Ive been touching myself thinking about you since you asked me out, every day before work I have been standing in front of my mirror imagining you are behind me, fucking me” she moaned. “I imagined the guy I was fucking last night was you, I knew I had to have you”. He knew he was not going to last much longer, so he picked up the pace, focusing on teasing the tip of his cock. “Your cock reminds me of my last bosses cock, soo veiny and thick. I loved sucking it after my shift was over, before he went home to his wife, to remind him how good I was. That was it, he realized now he was in over his head and was in for a wild ride, he pointed his cock at her and begin to shoot loads of his hot sticky cum on her, trailing from her belly button down to the soaked part of her panties. She played with it between her fingers and rubbed it on her clit. “Mmmm, you did very well hun, but I need to clean up before my boyfriend gets home” |
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love the erotic story
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