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(MFF, studly-dude) *** I am a cool looking spunk - 5ft 10, 120lbs of lean muscle - pound for pound I am one of the strongest people anyone is ever going to meet down a dark alley on their worst day. I have over the collar thick black hair, strong white teeth, brown eyes with red flecks. I am one of the smoothest dancer around - I can shake it with the best of them. More importantly I can hold up my end of a conversation on any topic. When bullshitting with the guys - sport, philosophy, commerce, politics, whatever. When the ladies want it, I have a line on all the best places to eat, get your face, hair, nails and teeth done, places to shop, places to not. I am a walking holiday guide, where to go, what to pay, who to avoid and when. Whatever the topic, whatever you want, I can talk about it, all in a smooth, silky, courteous voice. I can even carry a tune, not as good as Elvis or Julio mind, but I can definitely hold up my end at karaoke. With all these blessings it will come as no surprise to anyone that I can pull the chicks - young, old, big, small, married, single I can pull them all and I have. I can come across as anything they want, from the Archangel right on down to Old Nick himself. Whatever you want sugar I am. Pull chicks, me? Fuck, I'm the king of pull. To prove to you what I mean I will tell you about this really good looking girl I pulled last week. A sweet youngster, slim and blond in a swirling, short summer dress that exposed the top of the creamiest bosom you could ever imagine and beautiful long legs with the merest hint of white knickers when she twirled while dancing. A dimple on each rosy cheek and the largest swimming pool blue eyes you could ever hope to fall into. The old crocodile in me just couldn't help itself, I just had to chat her up. These days I drive a black two-door Mercedes. I dress in black suits, silk shirts and ties. I gold accessorize - discreet watch, a ring or two, cigarette case and lighter. I drink champagne and when challenged I take my liquor straight up and wash it down with imported beer. Expensive, sharp and as smooth as they come, that's me. I walked right on over and turned it on. In no time at all she and I were getting on like a house on fire. For the next three hours she had one of the best times of her young life. We talked, we danced, we drank and we laughed and before she knew it we were the very best of friends. When the band slowed down to a waltz she came into my arms and we cruised. I told her how beautiful she was and she pressed that hot, sweet body into me and sighed. Every young buck in the place was spewing - fucking lucky cunt you could hear them muttering. Outwardly I gave no sign of noticing but I did give one young fellow a quick glance. He got the message and he hated me. The message "Suck on this mate". I asked if she would like a ride home and she said yes. When she sat her pretty bum down on the seat of my car, I could see she was enjoying the feel of that expensive leather brushing the back of her thighs. I turned the key, slipped the clutch and we were gone with Marvin Gaye singing 'Lets Get It On' over the system. She loved it, the power and feel of a really expensive car. I looked over at her and gave her my most sincere smile and that little girl lit up like a Christmas tree. I asked if she could reach in to the glove box and fetch out one of the smokes there. I asked her to light it for me as I was driving. As she did so, she gave a little ooh! and so she should have. What she thought was going to be a cigarillo was the smoothest hand- rolled custom joint a person could hope for. She had another go it and said. "Wow! Nice." I told her to hang on to it until we got to her place. By the time we got there the joint was down to a roach and Marvin was into `Sexual Healing'. She had slipped down in the seat and her dress was halfway up her thighs. She was hot, loose and looking it. I slipped out of the car and around to her side. I opened her door, reached in and lifted her up into my arms. She put one arm around my shoulder and laid her pretty blond head on my chest and starting singing to herself. Marvin Gaye. Very nice. All the way up the path I touched her up, gently squeezing behind her knee and on her side where the breast and underarm come together. When we got to her door I slowly eased her down onto to her feet and her body followed mine all the way down, close and intimate. I raised her face up with my hands, looked deep into those eyes and told her what I great time I had had and what a beautiful person she was. I leaned my face down to meet hers and her hips twitched forward ever so slightly. She knew that I noticed and she blushed and looked down. I brushed my lips softly against her brow and she trembled and I just held her. She asked me if I wanted to come inside and that's when we both knew she was mine. I gently raised her face and told her that I couldn't, she tried to say something but I gently shushed her, gave her a quick cuddle and left her standing. Halfway down the path I turned around and gave her a wave and smiled at her. It was a sight to break anyone's heart. There she was holding the hem of her dress to her eyes bawling, a wee bit angry for sure, but mostly just hot, frustrated and feeling sorry for herself. Beautiful long legs, a small white patch of knickers and so very vulnerable. My ego couldn't take it. I just had to go back for another taste. So I did. I walked back up to her, took her in my arms and told her I was sorry but I was seeing someone else and I didn't want to hurt her and that's why I had to go. She told me that it didn't matter and I told her that it did. Then she cried even more - ashamed now as well. In the most gentle of tones I told her that if I hadn't been seeing someone else I would have been free to love her forever, she was so beautiful. Talk about a bucketfest of tears. Gratitude now, as well. This girl's emotions were utterly fucked over. She didn't know one end from up and the dope wasn't helping her either. By now she had both arms around my neck, her face pressed into my neck. What made it for me was she still had the hem of her dress in one hand and her firm sweet lower body was naked apart from the most delicate pair of knickers you could ever hope to fondle. Her naked thighs and belly were pressed up against me and I could feel her heat. A delicious sensation. I asked her to please stop crying because she was breaking my heart and if she didn't stop I would start crying myself. She looked up and there they were - two of the biggest and best crocodile tears in the business running down my face. She gave me the most wonderful smile, one of the "I knew you loved me really" kind and I gave her back my absolutely best "I know, I can't help it, isn't life a tragedy" smiles. I wiped away her tears, she wiped away mine, she kissed me, I kissed her back and she went for it - tongue and groove. Me, I got busy with my hands. With one hand I started to stroke her hair and the other her naked back. Slowly, gently. I started working my hand into her hair easing forward onto the scalp on the back of her head and down around the back and sides of her neck, slowly gently in small intimate loving circles. My other hand was all the while drifting further and further south, smooth even strokes and lazy circles until it was getting a good feel of that knicker encased bum. Then I got my tongue going and dear reader let me tell you French is my middle name. A couple of good reaches and her hips started to give it up. Eager, pressing, demanding. I was getting off on this chick myself in a cerebral sort of way. It takes a wee bit more than a horny bit of fluff to get me going though. Anyway, I have my fingers slipping down between the cleft of her buttocks by now, gently brushing the bud of her bumhole and dipping further to stroke her lips, up and down, round and round, touch and withdraw, easy, light and gentle. Her legs have opened slightly and man is she wet. When she starts pushing back against my hand I slip my fingers right around, up and in. Her hands flutter away to the side, her nostrils flare and I pull my tongue out. She takes a deep breath of air and I shove my tongue right back down her throat and my fingers in hard right up to the knuckles. She nearly fucking chokes on my tongue, her legs are wide open now and trembling something wicked - with one hand holding the back of her neck and the other jammed up her from behind, she isn't going anywhere. Now, she's humping and bucking, and small mewling sounds escape from her mouth every time I pull my tongue out to let her breathe. Nothing matters anymore - she just wants it. I pull my fingers out and reach right under and grab her pelvic bone, flex my knees and lift her straight up in the air. Her legs have got nowhere to go but up, out and around my body. I have her up past my belt buckle and a face full of bosom. I slip my thumb back inside her and her body drops down slightly, swallowing it all. Her thighs clamp around my waist, her forearms resting on my shoulders, her weight on balanced on the palm of my hand. Fuck she feels good hanging there all, accepting my strength without question. Power and strength - fucking awesome. I start to give her the clit squeeze - fingers and thumb coming together - thumb on the inside, fingers on the clit. I start kissing the tops of her bosom. She reaches in and pops the buttons on her bodice and there they are. Beautiful engorged deep red nipples and I french them with my mouth. Licking, nibbling, sucking, rolling, lips and tongue, lips and tongue - gentle and loving. Between the clit squeeze and the nipple baiting she didn't have a chance. She went off like a skyrocket, juddering, shaking, flaring and screaming into the night. Me, I lifted her straight up, sat her on my shoulders, buried my face in her steaming hot pussy and took a good long hard suck. Fuck me if she didn't go off again. I gently eased her down - I had to hang onto her for a while because she was having trouble standing. Anyway we straighten her dress, I whispered goodnight and she started bawling again, from happiness this time I suspect. This time though, I was definitely out of there. I cruised away in the car. Put my boy Marvin back on, put my hand down my pants and give myself a good long stroke or two. I could do with a bit myself now I think. So it's back to the apartment, strip off and into the shower. When, I get out I take a look at myself in the mirror. Strong lean hard muscle, fuck I look good. I run my hand over my chest, firm and powerful - trained down perfectly - down over my smooth, hard belly - abs to die for - and gently down lower and lower to finally grip and fondle my pussy. Aah! who loves you baby. While some guys seem to have a lot of trouble pulling chicks, I never seem too, and I am fucked if I know why that is. End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 29