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I opened my eyes but couldn’t see a thing. I could feel the blindfold tied tight across my eyes and that I was sitting on what felt like a bed. The last thing I remember was being at the club shaking my ass for some frat boys. This couldn’t be good. I went to move my hand up to my face and someone grabbed my hand. I screamed, but then a husky voice told me to be quiet and that screaming wouldn’t help me anyway – no one would hear. The voice almost sounded familiar, but I was so scared I couldn’t place it.
This guy started lecturing me on how bad of a girl I was for dancing for those boys and teasing them with my tight body. I apologized, but he didn’t care, he told me he was going to teach me a lesson. Something in his tone told me he was serious but that he wasn’t going to hurt me. He proceeded to rip off my clothes, and I didn’t resist. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of being taken and made to do things for this mystery man with the sexy voice. He fucked my mouth first, then my pussy and then my ass.
As he was pounding my ass, I knew he was going to cum. I was screaming from the pain, and he filled me up with his hot sperm. He pulled out, cum running down my legs, and I rolled over and laid on the bed trying to catch my breath. I felt his hand on my face and he pulled the blindfold off. My vision was blurry, at best, and it was dark in the room, but the first thing I was able to see was the pants he had just pulled on. They were fleece Superman pajama bottoms. My brain clicked, and I knew immediately who it was! My eyes glanced up, and there he was – my Countryboy I had fucked the week before. He smiled and then spread my legs to finish me off with his tongue. Who knew that my superhero would be the same guy I thought I was going to need rescued from? I am one lucky little whore…
I got a little tipsy (well ALOT tipsy) at the party last week and started bragging about my blow job skills. Of course there was this guy who said he has never been able to cum from receiving a blow job, and there was no way I was believing that! I told him I would make a wager on that and of course he agreed. He told me he would meet me the next night at my parent’s house and he showed up, cock already hard.
I dressed sexy, black heels and hose borrowed from my mom, but I knew I needed to focus on sucking him off so that I could win the bet. He told me that what I would win would be a surprise, but that I would really like it. After laying eyes on his cock, I didn;t even care what the prize was – I just wanted to play with that monster! I got on my knees and took his penis into my mouth. I stared up at him and watched the pleasure flow over him as he stroked my hair and pulled my head further onto him.
He fucked my face for what seemed like an hour, and I loved every second of it. I choked and at times I couldn’t breathe, but he finally came. I had won the bet and I was so happy. I sat back on the couch and asked him what I had won. He smiled and said that I get to be fucked by him. I couldn’t believe it, but his cock grew hard again right before my eyes – this man had some stamina. My pussy was so wet, and I never expected to get fucked that night, so I was all about it. He went for hours and my pussy was sore from cumming so many times. That was definitely a bet I will make again!
I still love pretending I am Barbie. I put in my pigtails and lay back on my bed and remember the days when Daddy used to come in and play with my whole set of Barbies with me. He showed me all the different positions Barbie could be in and taught me all about my body using hers as a guide. I remember he used to make me laugh so hard when he would wrap her tiny arms around his giant cock and pretend she was sucking his cock.
He always told me I was his favorite little Barbie girl and we would play house. I would wear pretty little dresses and do my hair just like our favorite Barbie. He would lay the dolls on their backs and lick the shiny plastic area between their legs. I would watch, fascinated, as his tongue would lick them and my little pussy would tingle inside my little panties. Then he would let me lick between their legs, and sometimes I would even do it secretly when he wasn’t around.
My favorite part was when he would tell me it was my turn to be the Barbie and I would spread my legs in the air, just like my doll, and he would put his soft gentle tongue down there. He said I tasted so much better than Barbie, and that I was just as pretty. I love dreaming of those days, rubbing my clit, and thinking about how good Daddy made all the Barbies and his best girl feel. I still have some in my closet, maybe you can come over and pretend to lick them with me?