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{ASS} HUNGRY FOR VIXEN {Hungry Guy} (M/F Mdom Fsub cons oral ws piv 
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HUNGRY FOR VIXEN 
By Hungry Guy  

AUTHORS NOTES:  This is essentially a true story of how Vixen and I 
hooked up for a few hours of casual sex after she asked me to run her 
personal ad on my ASSTR site.  Some details have been made up or 
exaggerated for the sake of the story, some of the awkward and clumsy 
things have been deleted that occur when two people who just met for 
the first time have sex, and the actual words between us are a little 
foggy as I write this, but it is based on the actual true event of a 
one-time meeting between an erotic writer and a self-described slut.

    ***

    Guy had just got home from work and turned his computer on.  After 
his usual shower, he sat and checked his email.  As usual, most of it 
was spam, but there was a request from a woman to post her personal ad 
on his Kinky Personals page.  

    The page started when he posted a couple of his own ads, and a few 
for a couple of friends.  Now, he gets so many requests from males that 
he has to turn most of them down, otherwise he'd end up running a full-
blown dating service.   

    But this was a request from a woman: 

        > Attractive 43. yr. old single female cum-slut wanting 
        > to suck cock and then masturbate while you watch. I am 
        > interested in servicing clean, kind, safe men in New York.   

    He posted her ad and wrote back asking her to check it out, 
mentioning that he lived just north of New York.  Her reply came within 
hours:

        > Are you interested in meeting me?  Although I am not into 
your
        > particular kind of kink, we could still have fun.  I have an 
        > image of a photo in my mind that would be fun to add to your 
site.
        > You wearing me on your hard cock, a close up of my face, eyes 
big
        > and pleading, tears mixed with mascara running down my face, 
lips
        > held fast in a permanent O around your shaft, pubic hair in 
my
        > nostrils, just taking the photo would be fun, but could I 
trust
        > that you wouldn't piss down my throat and that you'd unfasten 
me
        > after the shot was taken?

    She included two photos of herself, a hot slender girl in her late 
30's with long beautiful dark hair, though she mentioned that she had 
gained a little weight since those photos were taken.

    Guy agreed to abide by her limits of no piss and to unfasten her.  
They exchanged phone numbers and decided to meet over the upcoming 
Labor Day weekend.  

    On the evening of their meeting, Guy had his toys out for her to 
see.  The knock at the door came at the appointed time.  Answering the 
door revealed a voluptuous curvy woman who vaguely resembled the photos 
that she sent to him.  

    "Hi Vixen," said Guy.  "C'mon on in."

    "Hi Guy," she said as she walked into his living room.  "These your 
toys?" she asked as she stepped up to his homemade slave box table.

    "Yes," he said as he pointed out his collection of shackles, butt 
plugs, dental gags, vibrators, and whatnot.

    "Very nice," she said.  "And you're all ready with your camera, 
too," pointing to his camera on a tripod in the corner of the room.

    "Yup! All ready," said Guy.

    "So what are you waiting for?" she asked and leaned into him.

    Guy stepped into Vixen and put his arms around her.  In a moment, 
he had leaned into her, pressing his mouth to hers.  They stood there 
swapping spit for a while.  His cock grew hard in anticipating fucking 
this woman whom he had just met for the first time only moments before.  

    Vixen broke the kiss and said, "Can I ask you something?"

    "Sure," said Guy.

    "Your stories brutalize women so much.  Do you hate women?"

    Startled, Guy hesitated, then said, "Well, I never really thought 
about it before."  Guy paused in thought for another moment before 
continuing.  "I guess, when I started writing these kinds of stories, I 
was really shy and nerdy."

    "Really?" she said.  "I wish I had known you then.  Shy guys turn 
me on so much."

    "Yeah?  I was one of those whiners who asked why nice guys couldn't 
get laid.  In high school, I was a total nerd, despised by bullies 
around the world.  I started writing kinky sex stories as a substitute 
for the sex I was missing out on, and maybe a little out of anger and 
resentment toward women."

    "A little?" she asked.

    "I expected to get lots of hate mail from women, and geeky guys to 
identify with my stories, but guess what?"

    "What?" she asked.

    "It shocked the hell out of me when women started writing to me, 
begging for more and more intense stories depicting women as sex 
objects."

    "Oh?"

    "And then women started writing to me asking me to meet them for 
kinky sex.  Not often, but every now and again."

    "Only sluts do that," she said.

    "You're doing it, Vixen," he said.

    "Because I'm a slut," she said.

    "Duh," he said and kissed her again.  Then he leaned back.  "Now 
can I ask you a question?"

    "Sure," she said.

    "What would you come here to have casual sex with me if you think I 
hate women?" 

    "I'm just trying to figure it out," she said.

    "Is that really why you're here?  I'm just a psychology mystery to 
you?"

    "Well," she looked away and hesitated for a moment.  "Maybe." 

    "And fucking me is my payment for being your subject?"

    She hesitated again.  "Maybe."

    Guy sighed.  "Well, maybe I once hated women, and I vented through 
my stories.  But now I love women, and I continue to write these kinds 
of stories because it's what women want and, honestly, I am turned on 
by using a woman for raw sex."

    "Fair enough," she said.  Then she leaned back, smiling, and 
reached down to fondle his pants.  "Can I see it now?"

    Guy dropped his shorts and BVDs and kicked them away, letting his 
hard cock spring to attention.  She fondled it for a moment, then said, 
"Where's your bedroom?" 

    "This way," he said, leading her by the hand through his home to 
his private space.

    "What's that?" she said, pointing to a low padded Bench placed 
along the foot of his bed.

    "Oh, That?  That's the top of an exercise bench that I mounted to a 
storage box."  

    "Perfect height!" she said.  

    "So what do you want to do first?" he asked, as his cock quivered 
in anticipation.

    She grinned wickedly.  "Can you stay hard while I do something?"

    "Sure!  I can stay hard as long as you need, babe!"

    "Good!"  Pointing to the bench, she said, "Can you lie down on 
that?"

    Guy removed his shirt and lay on the bench.  

    "Can I turn the lights off?" she asked.  "I'm a little self-
conscious about my body."

    "Sure.  You don't have to be self-conscious with me, but turn the 
lights out if you prefer.  

    She plunged the room into darkness.  Then he heard her undressing 
as his quivering cock stabbed the air straight up.  Her shadow 
straddled him and sat, impaling herself on his rigid member. 

    The familiar buzz of a vibrator came to life as she stuck it into 
her twat.

    "Do you want me to do anything, Vixen?" said Guy.  "Or just lie 
still and be a sex toy?"

    "Sex toy," said Vixen curtly.

    "Okay," Guy chuckled.  "I can be a good sex toy."

    Vixen didn't answer, but he continued to moan and squirm as her 
orgasm slowly built.  

    "Squeeze my nipples," Vixen suddenly blurted in the midst of 
panting and moaning.

    Guy reached up and momentarily handled her ample "D" cups before he 
squeezed her nipples.

    "Harder," she moaned.

    Guy squeezed harder.

    "Harder," she gasped.

    Guy squeezed harder.

    "Perfect," she cried.

    Guy lay there just squeezing her nipples with all his strength in 
his fingers as she began to bounce and scream while she continued to 
buzz her clit with her little vibrator.  

    Guy, too, felt to be on the verge of coming.  Through she hadn't 
been bouncing on him until just then, so his own orgasm hadn't been 
growing very fast.

    After another few minutes, she sighed and said, "Wow!" 

    "Good one?" he asked.

    "Yeah," she said and stood off him.

    He heard her dress in the darkness, then was dressed again when she 
turned the light back on.

    "Now it's my turn," he said as he stood off the bench.

    "What do you want to do?"

    "Lie down on that," he said, pointing to the bench.  

    Vixen lay on the bench, looking up at Guy.

    "What are you going to do?"

    "I want to fuck you in the mouth."

    "Will it hurt?" asked Vixen 

    "Well, yeah," said Guy sarcastically.

    Vixen hesitated before answering.  "Well okay." 

    As she lay on the bench, Guy asked, "Can I tie you up?"

    "I guess," said Vixen, sounding not very comfortable with the idea.

    Guy kneeled and buckled the shackles attached to the sides of the 
bench to her wrists and ankles.  

    Then, still naked, he straddled her face and lay on top of her.  He 
then slid his hard hungry cock into her mouth and bore down with his 
hips, forcing his hard shaft down her throat until his crotch was 
pressed tightly to her lips.  As his cock forced its way past her 
throat and down her esophagus, she immediately began struggling and 
pulling forcefully against her bonds.  Had she still been naked, he 
would have sucked her off.  

    Before releasing his pent up orgasm, he first relaxed his bladder 
and let his piss flow.  The last woman to drink his piss was Kathy in 
Ohio two years ago, and he ached to feel a woman's throat muscles 
massage his cock as she struggled to swallow his piss. 

    As his bladder slowly emptied, her swallowing stroked his cock head 
rhythmically, bringing him ever closer to climax.

    With his bladder finally empty, and well on his way to orgasm, he 
began brutally pumping her face.  

    By then, her body was quaking violently against her bonds, 
threatening to pull the heavy eyebolts out of the wood that held her 
shackles in place.

    His orgasm slowly welled up as he pumped his cock up and down, 
mashing his crotch to her lips with each thrust.  

    After a minute or so, his orgasm welled up and squirted out of the 
tip of his cock, flooding her throat with his cum in squirt after 
squirt. 

    Finally, he lay there on her, still in a sort of afterglow from a 
powerful orgasm.  Her own struggling had become an occasional feeble 
quiver.

    With a satisfied sigh, he sat up on her face, letting his softening 
cock pop out of her mouth.  

    Vixen began gagging and sputtering the moment he stood off her.  He 
wiped his cock off with a tissue as Vixen struggled to catch her 
breath. 

    "You going to untie me now?" she asked plaintively.

    "Yeah," Said Guy with a chuckle as he kneeled and unbuckled the 
shackles.

    Vixen sat up and rubbed her wrists, which had become visibly cut 
and bloody from struggling against the shackles. 

    Standing, she grabbed her handbag, and rushed toward the door.  

    "Going already?" he asked.

    She opened the door and faced him.  "You bastard!  You fucking 
bastard!"

    Then she rushed outside and slammed the door.

    Guy watched as she puked her guts out on his lawn before rushing to 
her car and speeding off.   He then sat at his computer and began 
writing his next story.

    * END * 


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