The Andrea Arrangement Ch. 02
That Saturday we had our second date. This time she wanted to do take out at MY place. I was fine with it except I didn't want her to smoke in my house. I could barely stand the smell of cigarettes. I didn't mind it at her place because I knew I could go home and shower. But as hot as she was, she was still a poor hick who didn't even think twice about whether it would be rude.
She didn't have pajamas on this time but instead jeans and a tight t-shirt. Her ass looked amazing once again.
It was very hot that night so we decided to go for a swim after we ate. Up until that point we'd mostly talked about my made up job (was easy since before I inherited the money I actually did have a job...just not one that paid as much as she presumed). I told her I worked from home and pretty much made up my own schedule.
Other than giving me a quick peck on the cheek when she came in, we hadn't done anything sexual. In fact, she treated me more as a friend and it was a little confusing. I felt like I was being interviewed, but not in a way that made me think she was interested. She asked a lot about the house, the neighborhood, my job, and what I spent money on.
I, on the other hand, had to focus on not getting a hard on every 10 seconds. In the pool she had on a bikini, and looked like a model, even with all her tattoos. I noticed her bush popped out the sides of her bottom. We were having drinks, too, and I was getting hornier by the minute.
After we had been in for awhile we were both pretty drunk. She eventually came over to me as I leaned against the side of the pool and placed her hand on my hard dick and started rubbing it through my bathing suit. We made out for a minute.
"I had fun last night. I really like you," I said.
"Me too. You have a good...tongue!" And then she laughed.
I sort of laughed along. "Ha, thanks? What do you mean?"
"Well, you got me off didn't ya? it's good you have all this money because you ain't exactly working with a monster cock here!" And then she grabbed my dick tightly. I moaned. "this is thin and small. Not your fault. And don't feel bad. Most guys I know with really nice fucking cocks don't have shit. They only can fuck good."
I wanted to respond but she had my dick in a vice. It hurt but 80% in a good way. I could only moan and listen. Plus I didn't know what to say. No girl had ever said anything about my dick. But maybe that was the tell tale sign. And, as I thought about it, I DID always get comments about my tongue skills.
Finally I managed to drunkenly say something as she kept rubbing. "if my size doesn't work for you then why are you still interested?"
She laughed. But didn't respond. Instead she let go and told me to follow her. Inside we took our clothes off and she asked me to start a shower. We got in and rinsed off. Her body was unbelievable. She was older but didn't seem it. She was relatively petite, but something about her body and skin made me feel small. Like women like her needed a bigger man for sex. Not just in dick size but everything.
She turned to me as the water poured down on us and stroked my dick.
"I'm so tired. Fuck me and let's go to bed." I realized when she said that I was very very drunk. She didn't seem so at all.
She then turned around and leaned against the wall and stuck her ass out. I guided my dick to her pussy but couldn't really find it. I heard her sigh and she reached out and used a few fingers to guide it in. I went in without any issue...like a hotdog going down a hallway. Still, her hot hole felt so good.
I started pumping and I grabbed her ass. She don't moan once but talked to me.
"Come on John. Fuck me! Show me you're a real man for fuck's sake!" I pumped as hard as I could into her. She laughed. "Ok that's a little better. I can tell you're in me!" I pumped and pumped. It felt so good but I realized a problem....i couldn't cum. I was too drunk. And honestly, I had jerked off twice that same day.
Once she realized what was happening she pushed me out of her and turned around. I said sorry.
"It's ok but don't do that again. Let's get some sleep." When she said that, it sounded like an order and it made me hard and horny again but it was too late. We went to sleep. No cuddling, no good night kiss, just slept.
When I woke up she was not in bed. I heard her in the kitchen getting coffee. I could smell it. I could also smell cigarette smoke. I walked out.
"Morning sunshine. Hung over?"
I was. I was also extremely horny from not finishing. "Ehhhh ya. A little. Also, can you not smoke in here?" I may have been horny but I was irritated.
She looked at me and walked over. She took a long drag and let out the smoke. Rude. "Sure." Then she walked out the patio door. "I poured you coffee on the counter."
I walked out and sat with her as she chained smoked several more. We didn't talk much. I could feel she was angry for asking her to smoke outside. It was overcast day and drizzling. I was about to suggest we go inside but then she finally said something.
"I bet your dick wants something this morning huh? Fucking blue balls huh?"
"Ha....i mean. Ya, I think so."
"I know so. I know your type. You jerk off a lot don't you. You need it a few times a day. But last night you got the whiskey dick didn't ya??" She laughed. "Lost out on good pussy."
"Uhhh ya. Sorry about that." She sounded like such a hick.
"Come over here. Right in front of me." I walked to the front of her chair. We were on the concrete surrounding the pool. She pulled down her sleep shorts and underwear and spread her legs. Her hairy pussy stared back at me. "Eat me out. If you do a good job I'll let ya get off."
I dove into her. She tasted clean. Lots of hair but I didn't care. Within moments her moans grew loud into she came with her hand in my hair pressing me against her clit.
I sat back in my knees. They really hurt from the concrete. My dick had popped a tent in my bathing suit. She looked totally relaxed now.
She looked at me. "Ok. We need to get you off now. Pick up my panties, I want to see you smell them." I grabbed them and put them to my face. "Good. Now stroke yourself." I did. I felt embarrassed. I expected at any moment she'd tell me to stick it inside of her. But she didn't. Instead and watched and talked to me. Almost out of pure curiosity, but, again, it seemed like this objective interview.
"I see you really like smells, don't ya? Your little guy is so hard! Keep sniffing." I jerked faster. I was close. Something about her just watching and talking me through it was a huge turn on.
"You like my pussy smell don't you? There's a lot more where that came from." I let out a moan in excitement. "Ohhh he likes that! There's a lot more things to taste and smell too. If you keep being a good boy maybe I'll let ya!"
Right about then I exploded. "Ahhh!" I came all inside my bathing suit. She was giggling.
"Nice job. I've never seen someone like you cum so easily like that."
"What do you mean? Someone like me?"
"I don't know. Someone rich. I just figure you can fuck lots of girls. Seems to me you need something more. Maybe someone who can keep your little dick under control. I bet you jerk off at least twice a day. Every guy I know with a good cock hardly even masturbates."
"Ha, ya right. Every guy masturbates."
"Cucks masturbate. And ya some of these guys do but not like you. They don't smell fucking used panties while they do it!" She laughed. "They jerk off to normal shit. That's what I mean."
I wasn't sure what to say. I was irritated again. I got up and took a shower. When I got out she was in the kitchen. I told her I needed to take a nap, hoping she would take the hint and leave. I was still angry about what she had said. Instead she said she was going to watch a movie in my living room.
I took a nap, and when I woke up I was very horny. I could hear the TV on in the living room. I was surprised she was still here. I walked out and she was sleeping on the couch. She was wearing her sleep shorts and a t-shirt. I sat in the chair next to the couch with a glass of water. She was in a very deep sleep because I purposely was a little loud in the kitchen so to wake her up but she didn't move.
As I sat there I stared at her tits. I realized that I hadn't gotten a chance to really suck on them. I started to get hard. I put my hand over my shorts and slowly started rubbing. She was right. I was a chronic masturbate. I was addicted. Or maybe I just had a huge sex drive. But it had been like this since college.
I rubbed harder and was very hard. I stared at her tits. Her feet dangled from the end of the couch right next to me. They were bare and her soles looked dirty and rough. She clearly hadn't had a pedicure in a very long time, if ever. They were rough and calloused. I was staring at them when she woke up.
"There he goes again. You fucking can't stop jerkin' off to me can you? Such a perv!" She said, smiling.
I was going to stop but I didn't. I kept rubbing and stuck my hand under my shorts to jerk it harder.
"Here. Smell these." She stuck her feet near my face. I leaned in and buried my face in them. The strong smell made me jerk harder. Then she said, "good boy. I want to see you lick them." Then she laughed.
I stuck out my tongue and licked all around. I could taste old sweat and definitely some dirt.
"Good boy. Clean them good." I kept licking. I was so horny. Normally I'd probably have found this revolting but her tone with me and the fact that she was so damn hot made it such a turn on. I jerked harder and faster.
"You're almost there. Come on. Suck on my toes too." I immediately wrapped my mouth around her big toe and sucked. I sucked hard and I could taste the dirt. And suddenly I came all over myself.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed, in pure surprise. I don't think she actually thought I'd cum from her feet. "You really are so into me huh??"
I say back and tried to catch my breath. It felt so good. She got up and leaned over me. "I love how desperate you are for me."
I cleaned up and took a shower. When I got out she was still in the living room. I suggested we order in for dinner and she agreed. Three nights in a row it seemed she was going to be staying. I remember wrestling with my feelings. We really didn't have anything in common but she was so hot and dominant and I had never experienced something so genuine like this. I figured I'd just go with it. Could always just break it off when I'd had enough.
Or so I thought.
She had a unique foot fetish, often mentioning her love for the smell of used panties and dirty feet during their sessions. The Andrea Arrangement Ch. 02 described how she encouraged him to lick her feet and praised his obedience, reinforcing her dominance in their findom relationship. Her hairy bush was also a distinct feature, often popping out of her bikini while they swam.