She's 24. She dress in that slightly gothy, punky way that gives most men a hard-on even if they don't care to admit it.
She describes herself as a Feisty Submissive. I don't really know what that means either.
She phoned me up last Thursday and said, 'Captain, I have a real urge to be throat fucked.'
'Really?' I said. 'Does it have to be right now?'
'It kind of does really. Like I say, it's an urge.'
'What about your husband?'
'He says he's too busy? Come on. I'll dress up and everything.'
'Ok, ok, ok, I'll be ten minutes. Make sure your shoes look good.'
Ms. F only lived a few doors away. The door was ajar so I walked in.
'I'm in the kitchen!' called Ms. F.
I walked in and there she was.
Like all the best women on Red Lion Street Ms. F was built right. She wasn't the kind of girl who was going to break if you fucked her too hard. She had the sort of frame that could probably take 5 or 6 guys if she was in the mood.
She had gorgeous natural E cup tits and a nice big ass that begged to be taken roughly and fucked hard.
Ms. F had flame red hair and a small, dirty mouth. She was dressed just like you might expect a goth suburban house wife to dress for adultery on a Thursday afternoon; a tight white blouse that couldn't hold her tits, a tight corset that pulled her waist in, a cheap black skirt that was too small for her gorgeous fat ass, stockings and slutty, slutty shoes.
'Do you like?' asked Ms. F.
'I want to throw you over that washing machine, put it on to spin cycle so it vibrates your clit then ram my big swollen meat stick up your tiny little shit hole.' I said.
'Fuck that,' said Ms. F. 'I just want it in my fucking mouth. That's all I want. Put it in my mother fucking mouth.'
Ms. F dropped to her knees. 'I want nothing more or less. I want to be throat fucked right now. I want you to be rough, violent and selfish. Are you hard yet?'
'Not yet,' I said. 'I will be soon.'
'Then hurry up and put it in.
'Jesus,' I said. 'Are you real or did I just dream you?'
'Use me,' she said.
The jizz rained down and splattered on her kitchen floor.
'You fucking cunt!' said Ms. F. 'What the fuck did you do that for?'
'Sorry,' I said. 'Did you want it?'
'You fucking know I did you bastard!'
'Did you want it all down your throat?'
'I wanted to drink it. I wanted to gargle it in my mouth then run and show my husband whilst he was doing his DIY.'
'Then lick it up,' I said.
'Lick it up. Lick my spunk off of your kitchen floor.'
'I order you. Lick my spunk of your kitchen floor, you fucking whore.'
'Did you call me a whore?'
'I fucking love it.'
'Then lick the fucking floor clean and swallow all of my filthy seed you fucking whore.'
Ms. F got down low and licked the cum from the floor.
She stuck her arse in the air.
She never took her eyes off of me.
I fucking love living on this street.
(Ms. F is real and has her own blog http://redkinkdiaries.wordpress.com/)