The apartment is like something in a magazine, but one where you “look like a million bucks for pennies!” I mean, it’s nice, but a bit overdone, maybe a little pretentious, and you kind of know when someone’s REALLY spent a ton of money. She’s spent some money on it, but not tons. Anyway, the whole thing is like something from a predictable movie. She won’t sit still. She gets us drinks. She has to get out of her uncomfortable shoes, but she comes back wearing a slutty looking thing that is like a street version of a negligee. Nice breasts. And I am smelling something too, can’t quite say what, but I’m thinking she looks like almost a whore one minute and wanting to suck on those breasts the next. Maybe we can talk about the Federalist Papers later. She’s definitely expecting me to like what I see. I do and I don’t, but my dick starts pulling blood away from my brain, and I start thinking with my dick, not my brain.

I peel off her thing, whatever you want to call it. It is not hard to take off, and she has absolutely nothing on under it. Oh, yeah, NICE breasts. Maybe she’s had some work done on them, but they feel natural and they are not fucking huge like some. Each one is a two-hander. I can hold it with both hands while I bring my lips down on her puffy nipple and suck on it. I let the suction kind of vibrate it and she moans a little. Her hands are unbuttoning my shirt and playing with my nipples. She doesn’t spend that much time on my chest though; I know what she wants. It’s that thing in my pants, and it’s already bigger than she’s ever seen it before, except her eyes are closed.

Her pussy is wet, way wet, before I even touch it. She’s probably had the hair there lasered because it’s like a little triangle pointing at her vagina, and the labia are just glistening with her juices. I love eating pussy, and I’m about to dive down there, but she’s still trying to get my pants off. Maybe she’s expecting a zipper or something, but she seems to be confused by the buttons. I give the thing a yank and pop, pop, pop, my fly is open. She slides my pants down and whispers, “FUCK!” Her eyes are definitely wide open now.

I giggle a little, yeah, I giggled. “That’s what I had in mind.”

“Mother of God! That is one big, beautiful dick!” She’s not acting like a movie star or even a slut now. She’s just amazed. I know how it goes. She’s gonna want it in her asap, but I want to work her pussy over with my tongue and lips some first. I massage it with both my thumbs working up and down each side first. If it’s possible to get her mind off of getting my huge dick into her vagina, this may do it. I keep my thumbs away from her clit for the moment and she’s definitely getting the vibrations. Her head is rocking around, but she keeps looking back at my dick. Oh, yeah, she wants that fucker!

She’s well lubed when I plant my nose on her triangle of hair. I lick her labia like a lollypop, a soft one with a big slippery slot running up the middle. Five licks, ten, and she’s grabbing my head. I can’t tell if she’s trying to pull me up to where her clit is or if she’s trying to get me in position to send in the big boy. Does it sound crude, inconsiderate, uncaring to say I knew what I wanted and that was to lick her clitoris a spell before I gave her my dick? I guess I really didn’t care what she wanted, I was pretty sure she would like what I gave her.

You never know with women when you first get to putting your tongue or finger on their clits. Some of them are so sensitive you can never touch it directly, others like that thing worked hard. My movie star wannabe liked it with direct attention. It was a nub there you couldn’t miss, and my tongue was just the thing for it. More pussy juice, more moaning, and she was grabbing my thick hair like she could tear it out. I was getting ready to pry her fingers away from my hair if she started to yank, but she climaxed like a female mud wrestler. Her hands were sliding everywhere and grabbing and letting go. Yeah, eating pussy is like getting to have dessert before the main course, with maybe the promise of more dessert later.

“Oooo, baby,” she moans. “So nice, ummmm, but I want that now.” She gives a big satisfied sigh as she stares at my dick. It’s standing way out, precum is glistening on the little ring of skin that is still covering the head. Moment like this, I’d love to just drive it in, but a condom is like a seatbelt: you just have to automatically put it on before you drive. I think about showing off a little and self sucking before I slide the condom on, but I’ve already got her attention. She’s looking sortof like sleepy and alert at the same time and watching that dick like it’s a king cobra swaying to the music of some guy with a flute.

There’s a Magnum XL in my pocket. I fish it out and roll it on. She’s licking her lips. I think she’s probably a little high from too much blood moving away from her brain. I know the blood pumping into my dick has to come from somewhere, and my brain sure feels like it’s a little high.

My hands move all over her. They play with her breasts, damn nice breasts; her nipples, fleshy and full; her skin, smooth and a little damp; and her pussy, hungry and hot. Pussy play is so easy for me. Man, it’s like Play Dough, Silly Putty, and flying a kite all rolled into one, times ten, with the controls for an electric train added to the top. “Give it -- to me-- now” she’s panting after my fingers have explored the area thoroughly and warmed her up for the stretch that is coming. Well, I am the expert on what it takes to get a pussy ready for my dick, and I think she’s been prepared.

I push it in. All the fucking way in. She’s moaning, and saying “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” as I slide it in. Sometimes I can’t get all the way in, and that is a bummer, but she takes it all. Nice! I do a little swivel thing and she’s coming unglued. I’m pretty sure she’s never had anything this big in there, but she’s dealing with it. Her breathing is like grunts. I get ready to slide it all back out, but she licks her lips some more and smiles. “Oh, yeah,” she says, “hot little mama been wantin’ this big boy!” I start to slide out just a little so we can enjoy her pussy kissing the base of my cock for a bit. Slick noises and sensation like no toy ever invented. I could almost cum right then and there, but I’ve been doing this for a few years now. I know I’ve got to make it last a little longer.

The little drives grow longer. I mix in some more swivels. I pull the whole thing out very slowly and rub her pussy with my hand to keep her warmed up while I give my dick a chance to cool down a little. I push the giant thing back in again and she’s got tears in her eyes. I’m thinking she wants it out of her, it really is too big, but she’s grabbing my ass and pulling it in again. I slide out enough to let the head dip in and out for a bit, and then I’m over the edge. No stopping and thinking, just pile drivin’ sex. I’m hoping the walls are soundproofed. No, I don’t care. We’re noisy, both of us. And my glutes are just like some machine in high gear. Sounds good, doesn’t it?

Two days later in class she’s like my owner or something. She makes it pretty clear we’ve fucked and everybody, guys, girls, transsexuals, had better keep hands off. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but my dick remembers her too well, and it hardens up on cue. Like, shit, I don’t mind showing in my pants, but it is a little embarrassing when I’ve clearly got a boner almost to my knee, and I sure don’t want to get some precum spot showing.

Anyway, we go on like that for a while. She’s got me coming over to her apartment three, four times a week. The parking attendant lets me in with no expression. Her door’s unlocked when I get there and half the time she’s already naked on the bed. Then she wants to go out for drinks or a bite to eat after, and shit! Every time we go somewhere, just about, there’s somebody she knows. I know we smell like sex sometimes; we sure as hell look like we’ve fucked, even if we’ve taken a shower . Slowly, I figure out that I’m being displayed. Look what I’ve got is what she’s saying even if she isn’t saying it out loud.

We never talked about the Federalist Papers or anything else from that class. I was her unpaid escort service. Oh, I know she liked the fucking, she liked it a lot. But what she liked more was showing me off to her friends. I think some of them must have been old boy friends because a couple of the guys would shake hands really hard and then walk off without ever really smiling much. And those were the ones she seemed to be happiest to introduce me to. In fact, now that I think about it, she must have been trying to get back at one guy in particular. Once she’d introduced me to him twice (you know, we’re both like, we’ve MET already!) and seen him get even a little more tense the second time, she seemed to lose interest in me. She’d done what she set out to do.

After that she sat in a different part of the classroom and seemed like she was always busy. I don’t know if she’d gotten him back good, or if he’d hooked back up with her or what. What I did know was that I had been used. It didn’t feel good, no matter how much we liked the fucking. I probably would have been more bothered but she still wasn’t really my type, and I think I learned a lesson or two.

So, it wasn’t all bad, but being used is being used.