"I think you have a not-so-secret admirer," Donald whispered to Stella as they moved about the dance floor, as graceful as figure skaters performing a... ballet on ice. Stella blushed. "I don't think she's admiring me. I think she's studying me, as if I were a rat in a maze." "Don't be silly. Why would she do that?" "I think she's suspicious of me." "Suspicious of you? In what way?" Stella raised an eyebrow. "You know." "What?" Donald laughed aloud at his girlfriend's misgiving. "That's. All those years of fucking hot little cunts to prove my manhood had been turned upside down by this one cocky asshole. More than anything, I wanted him to take my virgin hole and pound me like I had pounded so many one night stands. I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to hurt so good. Here I was, naked, in the gym locker room, my face covered in salty manspunk, licking his asshole, totally submissive to this hard hunk of a stud, ashamed, and yet unable to control the slutty bottom whore that his big. I was soaking wet from excitement and climbed on top of him lowering myself on is very hard cock, it felt so good as I impaled myself upon it and began rocking back and forth giving myself a very fast and very strong orgasm. I rolled onto my back bringing Rick with me and spreading my legs wide for him to fuck me hard. He began to pound me, thrusting harder and harder into me until I felt his body tense as he shot his huge load deep into my pussy. The next morning I awoke to the feel of Rick. He looked at me and said, “WOW, Kaycee you look stunning. Where are we going?”I said, “WE aren’t going anywhere, Jack. I’ve got a date.” I extended my stocking clad foot toward him with my red toe nails and toe ring glistening in the light. My lacy stocking top were showing my bare thigh above. I said “whaddaya think, Jack? Give you any ideas, My Love. I feel sexy and alive. Matter of fact, it’s the second date with this gentleman. I was with him last Thursday night ... ALL night while you were.