GIRL WITH A DIRTY MIND

Cher struggled to hide her excitement when she found out her ex-lover, Gez was paying her a visit. He was back to visit the family and decided to send Cher a few cheeky texts. She responded immediately. It was always when she had got a guy out of her mind they returned.  Now Cher was going to meet the wild, Gez again and she knew it would be fireworks.

Cher had always held a secret torch for Gez deep down. She kept herself busy to rid her mind of the emotional intensity she felt toward him. Cher had jumped into Gez’s thoughts and there was no way in the world she could say no. He had a hold on her heart.

Since their first meet only months earlier, Cher reminisced of his hands caressing her body. She also loved Gez’s filthy mind and the nasty words he whispered beside her ear. Somehow, Cher had to stop herself there. Too many deep thoughts later and she would be back there in that emotional place where she wept for him. Gez had no care. He had bond girls in tiny black bikinis to fuck and he loved telling Cher of his filthy times. She hated his selfish arrogance. Still, Cher had agreed to meet him to try to change his mind one last time onto her.

Something about Gez had pushed out a new realm of ecstasy in Cher, and she was ready to let out her newfound sexual vibrancy.

When the special day arrived, Cher thought about the couple of times she had travelled down to London on the snail slow coach to see Gez.

On that breezy Wednesday, Cher had booked the afternoon off work to go and meet Gez, but she still had the boring morning to get through. Luckily, her other colleagues had booked the day off work and she could text Gez however many times she wanted without a sigh from her older male colleague to put her off.

There was an impressive array of sexiness about him that enlivened her. Gez had always been vain and a true unique character. He stripped whenever he had the chance but, through Cher’s eyes, he was a tattooed god who fulfilled every one of her churning fantasies.

Sat before her computer at work, Cher felt agitated, bored, and impatient while she waited for his texted response.  One of Gez’s messages made her chuckle inside. It read, “Ring me now. I’m gonna place my phone between my arse cheeks.”

How could Cher take away his only pleasure of a vibrating phone between his ass while Gez rode the five hour journey to see her. She called him and let it ring for a full minute or until it cut off by the network.

Cher knew that their constant months of distant flirting via email and text, and reminiscent memories of their past sexual shenanigans made their upcoming rendezvous long overdue. If Gez did know that Cher liked him more than a fuck buddy, he had never hinted of that intimate side to her. The more Gez played around with her mind and told her of his movie fantasies with sexy Egyptians, the more she wanted him.

It was always the case. Cher continued to pick the bad boys with no reason to. She was a good catch or others believed so, but something inside told Cher that she didn’t deserve the best. She struggled to fuck like a man without involving her emotions. It was her ultimate fantasy to use a guy and tell him to fuck off out of her life because he was scum. Cher desperately wanted Gez to trip up and make her change.

She walked home with her music in her ears and the fresh air to revive her senses. Cher thought of Gez and the moment when his hands would be all over her again. No matter how much she tried to step out of the negative phase of her inner beliefs, Cher realised they were her choices to sleep with game players. No-one forced her too.

Her deep insecurities pushed her away from revealing the truth. Cher was still on a wave of sexual ecstasy with a hope that, eventually, Gez would want more from her; a fulfilling relationship. Her false personality showed exterior confidence, but inside she was a wreck and felt worthless beside Gez’s cool vibe.

Cher continued her energetic walk home with a spring in her step, the summer sun warmed her skin and magically brought out her slight freckles. She was ready to get sweaty with the sexy diving instructor, Gez.

Ten minutes later, she was home at 1.30 pm. The wonderful electronica music that blasted through her ears and improved her walking pace had got her home in record speed. Cher jumped in the shower like she always did when she had a sexy guy to fuck. Gez’s coach was due to arrive in the town centre at 4.30 pm. Cher had plenty of time to get all frisky before their meet.

Cher lay the length of her body on the bed and let the natural air dry her skin. She re-read some of the texts Gez had sent her earlier that day and, soon, her clit was in a mad frenzy of desire. Her fingers rubbed hard and fast almost to the state of orgasm. It wasn’t often Cher was able to hold off such a strong orgasm but she wanted to share it with Gez. She had turned into a horny devil that afternoon, carefully stroking herself to the brink then abstaining her big moment. The easiest way for Cher to get over her randy anguish was to dress herself.

Her body was now dry and ready to be covered in sexy clothes. She climbed off the bed, pulled out a cool pair of ripped dark blue jeans from her wardrobe, and slipped them over her curves. Her top half had to be revealing and sexy for Gez, and Cher chose a green and white lacy camisole top. Like Cher always did when she felt at her sexiest, she glanced at her reflection in her crystal clear mirror, added a short fitted jacket, and set off to meet her curly haired crush.

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Adrenaline pumped through Cher’s veins when she spotted the extremely tanned, Gez walking toward her. He did not hold out his arms to hug her hello or kiss her on the cheek. His only ‘hello’ was a brief closed smile and to walk beside her rather aloofly. His bright blue eyes were covered in cool biker shades, which matched his pale blue ripped jeans and dark yellow and green t-shirt.

Cher was never shy to strike up a conversation, even beside a sexy guy like Gez. “How was your trip down?” Cher queried, starting off their boring, non-sexual conversation.

“Fine,” he replied staying quiet and mysterious, making Cher feel like the odd one out. “The best bit was when you phoned me and my phone vibrated between my butt cheeks. That was so gooooddd,” Gez added.

Cher desired sex but a much more intimate than a wild ‘see you when I feel horny kind of’ romp. She wanted Gez to turn into a romantic guy and sweep her off her feet.

On their casual stroll home, Cher found out the reason that Gez had returned to the UK was only to see his family. She was only a factor to relieve his horny dick, nothing serious. Gez’s admittance only made her feel low. Her negative side was eating up his ‘I don’t give a shit about you’ comments. She realised that she hadn’t said no to him. They were still walking back to her funky apartment to have sex.

Cher remembered all the time and tears she had wasted pining for him. She felt a fool. What hurt the most was that Gez knew deep inside that Cher liked him romantically.

There was a long, awkward silence existing between them on the walk back to her place. Gez knew that because Cher felt an undying attraction to him that he would get his two days of rampant fun. Cher, an avid experimenter and lover of sexual provocative words would get hers too.

When they approached her flat and even before they stepped through the front door, Cher felt his eyes undressing her. As soon as they walked in, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her with fervent passion. His kiss was wet and exciting with evolving tongue teasing games.

They quickly moved to her bedroom and fell onto the bed, writhing around, getting to grips with each others bodies after spending so many months apart. Gez’s torturous wet foreplay on her lips turned her on. She had forgotten about the romantic feelings, only craved his stiff cock inside her. “Strip me?” Cher moaned.

Gez’s wild hands groped over her body, between her thighs to feel any dampness, over her lacy camisole and ample breasts, and toward her face to caress her cheek. He pulled off her tight, figure hugging jeans and put his nose to her crotch to smell her delightful, wet sex. When he pushed his tongue in to taste her, Cher’s nipples hardened.

She pulled down the straps of her camisole top so only her white bra was visible. Her soft hands teased inside her bra to her stiff nipple peaks, and she made sure that Gez was watching her actions.

“Naughty girl,” he remarked. “That’s my job.”

“Well get your face off my pussy and come get them,” Cher flirted. “Come and rip it off.”

Gez didn’t need to hear a suggestion like that twice. His hands manically teared off her top and pulled down her bra to let her swollen breasts escape into his hands.

“I’ve brought you a gift?” Gez stated, taking his hands off her naked figure for a second to reach into his sports bag full of his essential items and her prize.

Only Cher lay naked on the double bed, ready and waiting for his flirty move. When she spotted two long chains, Cher knew she was in for a real treat. Gez attached them side by side to her bed with a plastic fastener, and then stated, “Tie me up, Cher?”

He clearly wanted to be dominated by a naked girl and sucked to oblivion. Gez pulled off his t-shirt to reveal his tanned, hair free chest. He had always been a lover of pain and offered his wrists. “Chain me to the bed, Cher.”

When Cher remembered his romps, his rock hard shaft pumping her mercilessly, she realised it was almost time to experience it for real. Gez’s rough, frantic sex sessions were uncomfortable at times but extremely wayward.

Cher had secured his wrists to the bed at each end. Now she was free to do as she pleased. Her fingers caressed over his tanned, toned physique. After giving him a sly smile, Cher urgently stripped off his ripped jeans and set free his mega hard-on.

What Cher loved most about the opposite sex was a hairy chest. Gez was the exception with his hair free body. Something in his fiery aura hooked her to him. Gez’s sexy tattoos sparked an initial attraction in her when they met for the first time a year earlier, but his exuberant hands also charmed her.

Gez lay before her naked and at her mercy. Her wet kisses and lively licks made his cock twitch harder. He knew the desire she was having on his mind and between his legs. Cher chose to ignore it. It was that exact game playing domination he had prayed for. Wherever her tongue stroked him, his body reacted with recurring bodily spasms. Gez was a cool, tattooed hippy in reality, even wilder in the bedroom. Cher was confident in life and a Goddess with sexual prowess during foreplay and lovemaking.

Gez had only been tied up for ten minutes and already his cock was thriving, ready to burst.

Cher freed both his wrists, flipped him over onto his front, and chained his wrists back in its place. Her mischievous tongue teased over the nape of his neck, over his spine, and forced out his feral moans. Gez’s body shivered. His body struggled to stay still with any move she enticed him with.

Gez was ready for competition. Cher had caused a build up of wrath in his cock. It had been full and ready to shoot his semen several times. Cher’s constant teasing to his two hottest erogenous zones with her fingers, lips, and tongue frustrated him. Her tempting strokes over his tanned neck, down his long spine and toward his ass had Gez on edge and hooked on her affectionately.

Gez had no option but to groan loudly when Cher aroused the tender spot a couple of inches inside his tight ass. His thriving feedback warned her that he had suffered enough. Cher took mercy on him and untied his wrists for the second time. Gez’s face showed happiness and gratitude that his hands were in control again. He shook his wrists for a couple of seconds to let the blood flow back into them.

Cher surprised him by chaining his wrists back up to the bed in the position she had first dominated him in, and added a blindfold to heighten his senses. Gez’s mind and body was ready for a horny session.

Seconds later, his lively cock was in her mouth, sucking him to the peak of ejaculation. Now that Gez was struggling to view the sight of her enthusiastic lips wrapped around his full head, Cher really was learning the art of driving a man crazy. He missed the sight of her watered eyes, her confident eye contact that hypnotised him, and her fat lips wrapped securely over his shaft.

Cher pushed his hard length deeper down her throat. She left it from fully entering her mouth and waited for his thrusts back so she could briskly lick his bulging tip and push it in deeper. Gez desperately wanted to see her wondrous tongue working its magic. It was the same muscle she used that had sent the rest of his body tingly.

Gez strived to remember exactly how she caused his memorable orgasms the longer she continued to suck him. “Why don’t you keep throat me?” he asked. “My girlfriend back home does it.”

His arrogance pissed Cher off big time. No man had ever complained about her oral sex technique before. If he thinks I’m so shit, here’s something he can remember me by she thought.

As soon as Cher had heard those arrogant words that made him think to any third person that he was the hottest guy on the face of the planet, she vowed to give him head he wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

Although his vibrant personality smelt or cockiness, she still desired dirty sex from Gez. His direct words had made her change her actions. Cher no longer wanted to shag him deeply to make him like her romantically. No. She was ready to finally find out what it was like to fuck like a man, treat him like a sex object.

Cher licked the length of his from the shaft to his tip, and let his hard length enter her warm, wet mouth. Her full lips stroked over his tip, her hands gently masturbating him into her mouth deeper.

Gez wrestled with his emotions, his body impervious to motion, and his horny anatomy now in pain. “Oh God,” he moaned. “What the hell are you doing to me?” he questioned. It was a positive question, so much excitement to the tone of his voice.

“Sucking you. Isn’t that what you wanted, Gez?” Cher queried.

Cher build up the pressure of her licks, adding satisfying wet sucks to his long foreplay session. When she introduced her hand, it gently masturbated his length and purple tip into her mouth. Her wet saliva covering his penis and the same juices that had saturated her hand pushed Gez closer to elation.

His body shook uncontrollably. He was so full and ready. Cher licked over his ass, pushed her tongue deep inside to try and reach his g-spot, and waited for some shred of evidence that a hot spot did exist inside a man’s ass. The desire in her to fuck like a man was taking over her rationality.

Cher was a Virgo, as was her horny lover, Gez. She wasn’t as strict about perfection and liked to get messy during sex. Cher hated his cruel jibes about her sexual techniques and curvy figure, which she had always maintained through weight training and cardio. She loved food and would never slim down to an unhealthy weight for anyone.

Cher was grateful that she had never felt shy around men while naked. Gez was hers for two days, although she urgently wanted to ask him to leave after his cruel taunts. Only one more day with the fucker Cher thought.

Cher finally took him to that edge of no return and he shot his salty semen deeply down her throat and let the final drops coat her lips. It slipped down like a fine fruit, satisfying her slight dehydration. His loud moans, uncontrollably body spasms and facial seizure was the perfect feedback she had craved. Try and forget about that Mr Vain was all she could think of.

Cher released his wrists and set him free. Gez stared at her with a deep yearn to get down and dirty. “You were extremely naughty back there,” he teased, his lips kissing over her elegant neck. “I was fucking dying to cum and you knew it didn’t you?”

“So what, I gave you what you wanted didn’t I?” Cher questioned in response.

“Hmm you can say that again.”

Cher felt like a fairy on speed. “I’m all yours now y’know,” she admitted.

“I know that. You ready for me?” Gez cockily asked.

He gripped her body and pinned her to the bed, sinking his pussy loving face between her legs. It was pure delight for Gez to watch the genuine smile of surprise adorn her face. “Gez, that’s amazing?” she squirmed with excitement.

For a second, Cher had forgotten his shady arrogance and ‘I’m better than everyone else’ vibe. She had to remember that he wasn’t an all out selfish guy to give her wet and sticky cunnilingus. Gez’s tongue pleasured Cher’s clit perfectly, building up her pressure. His constant moves pushed her to another level, and she knew that her moans were giving away her feedback that he was good with his tongue. Cher found out how strong he could make he climax directly after he had sunk his lips over her clit to suck on her pleasure bean. The wonderful sensations built and built until she rolled her ass on his face and let the waves of ecstasy rule her mind.

Gez raised his proud face from her dribbling sex and stared at her flushed skin. “You taste so good, Cher. Was that good?” he questioned.

Cher chose to ignore his silly, attention seeking question.

Once they lay beside each other and rested their burning loins, they both realised that his cock was rampant again and ready for seconds.

Cher lay with her back on the bed, and Gez gripped her legs and rested them on his shoulders. Her athletic legs remained in position, ready for his penetration. Cher knew he didn’t crave her pussy, only her tight ass.

Gez slipped on a condom, and Cher waited for his entrance. Lube dribbled onto her ass, and he stroked over her hole with his finger, occasionally slipping a finger in. On its first entrance, Cher managed to work through the discomforting tightness. It wasn’t long before she was thrusting him in return. “Oh yeah, can’t you go any harder, Gez? Do me hard, I know you wanna,” Cher teased.

The longer he fucked her tight hole, the more comfortable she felt. Cher’s vibrating dildo was firmly between her damp pussy lips, tickling his lips from within.

“That feels amazing,” Gez claimed.

Cher’s soft, breathy moans told him not of pain but incredible joy. Gez had never before in his life experienced this one of a kind pleasure. When he fucked Cher’s taut hole, too many wonderful thoughts entered his mind, images of how they would fuck after his second orgasm.

Cher’s face was filled with a fixed thought of wonder. Gez  not only sensed her pleasure but spotted it through her intense stare. There was also a gentle bite to her own lips before she cried out with another ingenious moan.

Eventually, his hard, energetic thrusts turned to moves of slow lovemaking. Now he controlled the depth of his length slowly penetrating her and bent his head down to meet her soft, pink lips that kissed him back with authentic fervour.

No matter how much Cher struggled to silence her moans, the pleasure of Gez’s penis sliding in and out of her very lubricated hole and  the vibrator situated deep inside her pussy drove her nuts. “Fuck me harder?” Cher screamed, meeting each of his athletic thrusts.

“Your wish is my command?” Gez moaned in return, pounding her harder. “I’m ready to cum,” he admitted.

“Go on do me a little harder and I’ll cum with you,” Cher admitted.

They both climaxed hard, their bodies quaking together. Gez gave her a final kiss that exuded sultry infatuation.

There was no doubt about it, Cher loved his cock but hated his nasty mind. His cruel comments about her oral sex technique or jiggly thighs had already caused another niggling insecurity to emerge deep inside her subconscious. She suffered with no more serious emotional thoughts of Gez. Her mind was now fighting back hastily, ridding any emotional contact she felt for him. Earlier that day, she thought the sun shone out of Gez’s ass.

Cher loved to fuck like a man. She knew that one day Gez would regret his teasing jibes and critical comments.