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I felt all quivery inside. I couldn't see Clem, but could only imagine what he was seeing and feeling. I was anxious, enjoying the anticipation, my face buried in the pillow I was hugging. Clem could see my furry cunt, my asshole, my precious assets since I was on my knees, butt up. What would he do? I had no idea.

Damn, I was horny.

Clem was a new lover, brand new. I loved that. I loved the anxious moments when we both got naked and eyed each other. I loved stripping off my clothes in front of a new man, seeing his eyes devour my flesh. I loved watching his eyes as they roamed my body, judging me. I loved trying to guess what he was thinking, although I knew damn well he was thinking about how he could use me. I loved that.

I loved seeing his body, knowing he would be anxious. Clem obviously was concerned with his cocksize, as all men seemed to be. Even the largest man worried that I would reject him based on his penis. They never seemed to realize that I could appreciate all cocks. Large cocks pressed inside me, filled me, rubbed my special places. I loved that. But smaller cocks were equally wonderful. They seemed more agile. It was easier to take them into my throat. It was easier and more pleasurable to find a moderate cock in my ass. Men with cocks like Clem had a special place in my sex life. Clem would be more oral, I knew, more attentive, more attuned to my pleasure in order to compensate for his underwhelming size. Yes, men with smaller cocks were usually better overall lovers.

Seeing his cock, and his eyes become fiercely sexual, I merely had to present my pussy to him like I was, and tell him to make me cum. He would. Now I just had to wait. I loved it.

I could be a slut, a complete user, totally sexual, and he would adore me all the more.

Damn, I was horny.

His hands when he touched me were hot and his skin was rough. His touches, though, were gentle. He slid his hands over my silky smooth ass, unnecessarily trying to arouse me. Yes, he would be a better lover than the others I had recently. Those were one-time fucks, a night of pleasure but nothing more. They were common. But Clem could be a repeat, if he followed through as well as he started.

He surprised me immediately. I expected his thumbs to pull my hanging lips open, exposing my hole to his gaze. Instead, he slide his nose between them, and sniffed deeply. I shivered, thinking what a nasty fuck he must be to want to snort my slutty pussy. I would have seen immediately how well-fucked I was. I was a slut, and he would know that. He must love female fluids to smell me right away.

He tongue followed his nose, which was hot as hell. His nose spread me open, then his tongue followed, sliding over my hot wet flesh. His nose bumped into my hole even as his tongue swirled past my fur and over my clit. Then he drove his tongue deep into me, afterward commenting on how much he liked have my big lips against his cheeks. He loved giving me oral. Damn.

In a few minutes I was almost ready to cum. I loved cumming early and often, letting my sex partner know that I was a slut who could orgasm with a new lover. I wasn't inhibited, he would know. He could take advantage of me, use me, and I would love it. I loved sex in all almost all its forms, and there was no better way to let him know I was a pleasure factory than cumming hard in the initial moments.

Besides, after I came once I could cum again and again.

I was about to explode on his mouth when he surprised me again. He began licking my t'ain't ("t'ain't pussy and t'ain't asshole; it was the place between them), tickling the hairs there. I was frustrated because it was almost pleasure, and yet it wasn't. I began to tremble, my orgasm growing more important, closer yet just beyond reach. I moaned loudly into the pillow.

Finally, he pinched my lips and pulled them rudely apart so that they would look like butterfly wings. Then his mouth and tongue sucked and slurped at my hole and clit and I just lost it. He ate my orgasm, and I knew I would surprise him with the volume of my fluids.

One lover told me that watching my hole as I came was like watching a volcano. The juices just erupted, forming lava bubbles of juices that popped hotly. The image had stuck with me and entered my mind now as I tried to imagine what Clem would see. I felt him moan, the tones buzzing against my clit. My orgasm was long and satisfying.

Now I needed to be fucked. I needed his cock in me, filling me, "completing" me. I had my physical orgasm, and now I needed the mental cum from his entering me. I moaned my need, asking and then begging him to fuck me. Instead Clem displayed the patience of a man who was totally into my pleasure. He took his time, growing my need, giving me what I really needed even though I thought otherwise.

Instead of entering me, he took his time cleaning my pussy and thighs of the juices that had poured out from me. He chewed gently on my lips, slowly working back up to my t'ain't. My clit hurt it was so erect. I was begging shamelessly, being the slut I sometimes was. When his tongue slide between my cheeks and over my asshole, I spasmed forward, collapsing as my cheeks clenched.

It was involuntary, and I heard him chuckle his approval. He knew I was open to ass reaming, and had found how sensitive my ass was. It was another pleasure organ for me. He knew that now.

He helped me back up onto my knees, both hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue found my backdoor. I gasped, my desires now becoming totally anal. And yet, that wasn't his plan either. Even as he spit onto my asshole, swirling his tongue throw the liquid, his thumb pressed into my pussy. Shit, I was surprised again and both my cheeks and cunt clenched. His teeth bumped against my rosebud, and I knew a flood of juices now surrounded his thumb; I nearly squirted with pleasure.

It had been a long time since a man used me for my own pleasure. Clem seemed totally into me, totally into making me as hot as possible. Most men normally fucked me just as soon as I came, their "duty" done. By now, I was normally leaking their cum from pussy or ass while cleaning their dicks and sucking them back to erection. By now, I was usually a "bad girl", having cum so easily and having let them cum in me. By now, I was not an object of their regard and I could look forward to being used by them and giving them the pleasure of their life. I loved being a slut. Loved it.

But somehow that wasn't happening now. Clem was being attentive, giving. I knew from experience that he was getting his own mental orgasm from my response to his efforts. But it was different for me to now let go, just let him give to me. I wanted his cum leaking from my mouth or pussy. I was getting hoarse from moaning for it, but I found myself getting ever closer to my next orgasm.

Abruptly, he stopped salivating onto my bung. Again, I had been close to cumming.

"Is it OK if I cum now?" he asked.

I smiled, imagining his face. He would be concerned and chivalrous, yet his eyes would be filled with need.

"Yeah, babe," I replied, "just cum in me, OK?"

I felt him move up to get in position to take me doggy style. His cockhead was there, rubbing up and down between my lips, so ready to plunge in. I was so ready for it.

Like the other times this night, he surprised me. Instead of pushing into me, he reached over my outstretched nude body, and formed a ponytail of my hair. Then he roughly pulled me up, like a caveman pulling me into his cave. Or maybe like a rough john with a whore. That thought crossed my mind, making my pussy clench. Fuck.

His one hand held my hair up, exposing my neck and pressing my face forward as he kissed and bit my neck. There would be marks, I knew. Slut marks. His other hand went around my torso, and his lips found my neck. It was a confusion of hot sensations I felt, and I almost missed it when he sank into me with a single stroke. Then he fucked me in a frenzy, his need palpable.

I barely felt his cock as he moved in and out. I was too wet. But he had the movement, brushing against the base of my clit with his head and shaft, and my pleasure built. This was sex like I loved it, raw, high-energy. Abandoned.

His hand slid down, and his fingers wriggled through my matted pubes, and found my clit. I gasped, so close to orgasm. The hand controlling my head relaxed its grip, and moved down to flick over my nipples, pinching, pulling, pleasing. I tossed my mane back, his mouth still adoring my neck. I growled, yet closer to orgasm.

I felt his breath turn to gasps on my neck. His hands became still as he poured his seed into my body. Soon I would be nursing his cum-covered cock. Soon it would be my turn to surprise him with the gift of selfless pleasure. I thought.

Instead, he pushed me forward as his breath came in ragged, tearing breaths. Our bodies were both sticky, and I waited for him to roll off. I licked my lips, thinking of sucking his dirty prick.

It wasn't to be.

"Turn over babe," he said, helping me as he lifted off me. I was puzzled, but also anticipating my turn to be the active party. I rolled onto my back, and Clem lifted my ankles with a strange look on his face. I was totally unprepared when he pushed his face into my sticky crotch.

Good Gawd! My stomach flexed and I convulsed the moment my his tongue dove into my weeping cavern. My knees had been pressed back, but my legs jerked forward uncontrollably, squeezing his head between my thighs. Lapping eagerly at the sperm pouring out, he insistently pressed my legs forward and apart which made my pussy open farther. I continued to spasm, almost orgasming but more like reacting to an electrical shock. I jerked closer and closer to orgasm, and then went over the edge.

I'd never felt a stronger release! I think I turned inside out. I was only vaguely aware that Clem was eating me while making sounds like a dog gobbling his food. He had played me like a violin, selfishly winding me up so that I would spew fluids like a hydrant as I came. I get wet. I have been known to gush and squirt. I was almost spraying now as I experienced a womb-churning cum.

Afterward, the afterglow was marvelous. I laid there, loving the feeling of muscles relaxing while my sex organs remained engorged. My nipples were achingly hard still, as was my clit. My pussy lips felt heavy. I felt totally sexy and relaxed.

I was aware that Clem was looking at me in askance, the desire evident on his cum-smeared face. I reached for him, and he came down to kiss me. It was my turn to surprise him--finally--and I gripped his face to lick it clean. Then I pushed his face far enough to look in his gray-green eyes.

"I've never had anyone do that," I marveled. "Will you do that again?" I was hungry to be fucked, but moreso to enjoy the pleasures of being tongued afterwards.

"How about in twenty minutes?" he teased, the head of his cock sliding into me. He was already hard again!

Yep, small-cocked guys can have plenty to recommend them. :)

  

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