Introducing Sexy Stories: The Dirty Girl In Her Pink Bedroom Wanted Me For One Thing. KINK (18+NSFW)

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1:23 The knock came at 2.17pm. I know because I'd been watching the clock on my nightstand, the one with the little plastic unicorn whose head bobs back and forth with each tick. Tuesday afternoons are the longest stretches of nothing. Mom and dad gone to work, The house settling into its own creaks and sighs, and me, cross-legged on a flower duvet, surrounded by the soft pink of walls I'd begged Dad not to repaint when I turned eighteen. Another knock, harder this time.' Coming!' I called out, pitching my voice high the way I always do. The way that makes Mom sigh and mutter about,' Acting your age, sweetheart.' My feet in their frilled ankle socks padded down the stairs.

2:14 Through the frosted glass of the front door, I could make out a broad shape. Shoulders. A toolbox at his side. I opened the door. The man standing on my porch blinked. Once. Twice. His mouth parted slightly. and I watched his eyes track from my brown pigtails, tied with little pink baubles, the kind you get in a multi-pack at the drugstore, down to the hem of my dress, pale yellow cotton with embroidered daisies along the collar, short enough to show the tops of my thighs when I shifted my weight. You must be the man to fix the gutters, I said, and smiled wide enough to show my braces. The metal gleamed.

3:01 He cleared his throat. Uh, yeah. Your, uh, your parents called? Come on in. I turned before he could answer, walking him through the hallway with the kind of skip step that makes a dress swish. My pigtails bounced against my shoulders. I could feel his gaze on the back of my neck, heavy and uncertain. Back doors through the kitchen, I said, pointing.

3:30 But my dad said the part that's really broken is up high, like, where the roof meets the gutter. I don't know. He explained it, but I wasn't really listening. The man, 40s maybe, stubble dark along his jaw, arms thick under the sleeves of a gray t-shirt, stopped in the kitchen doorway. He looked up at the ceiling. I'm gonna need to get out through a window, he said.

3:58 Second floor, probably. Gee whiz, I said. That's fine. You can come up through my bedroom. He followed me up the stairs. Each step I took, I made sure my hips had a little extra sway. Nothing obvious. Just enough that if someone were watching, and I knew he was, they'd notice the way the cotton hugged my backside. I pushed open the bedroom door and stepped aside. The shock on his face was delicious. You live in here? He stood in the threshold like he was afraid to step on something sacred. His eyes swept over the pink walls, the posters, golden retrievers in baskets, a kitten dangling from a tree branch with hang in there in bold letters.

4:50 The shelf above my bed lined with my little ponies, their plastic manes brushed to gleaming, their painted eyes staring forward in eternal vacant joy. I love it in here. In here I never have to grow up. I can always be a little girl, I said. I climbed onto the bed, the duvet pooling around me in its riot of roses and peonies. My knees knocked together, soft thumps.

5:19 My whole world's in here, everything I want. I let my gaze drift to him. Well, almost. He stared at me. I watched the thoughts move behind his eyes. Confusion. Something else. Something he was trying to push down. His jaw tightened. Then he turned to the window, busying himself with the latch. I'll just get this done quick, he muttered. He leaned out.

5:48 His t-shirt rode up, exposing a strip of lower back. Muscled. Dusted with dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. I bit my lip. a real man, in my room, among all my little things, my toys and my frills. The contrast made something pulse low in my belly, a heat I'd only ever felt alone, late at night, with my door locked and my hand pressed between my thighs.

6:17 Metal scraped against metal outside. He grunted, adjusted something, then pulled himself back in, Brushing grit from his palms. I hadn't moved. But my dress had. I'd hiked it up while he was turned around. The hem now bunched at my hips. White cotton panties. Simple. A little bow at the center. Just above where the fabric went damp. His eyes dropped. Stuck. I've got everything in this room that I need, I said. My voice softer now. My knees still knocked together.

6:52 Thump.

6:53 Thump. but slower. Except one thing. He swallowed. I watched his throat move. A good hard cock, I purred. The words hung in the air. Pink walls and ponies and the smell of bubblegum lip gloss. And those words. I smiled, braces and all. Can I use your big hard cock today, sir? He breathed out hard through his nose, looked toward the door, back at me. What time are your parents home? And there it was, the crack, the give. I giggled. Oh, fuck them. They're not going to be back for hours.

7:36 I leaned back on my palms, letting my knees fall open just an inch. How about you do me instead, like the dirty little girl I am? He crossed the room in three strides. His hand found the back of my neck. not gentle, and pulled my mouth to his. The kiss was frantic, immediately. No testing, no asking. His tongue pushed past my braces and I moaned into him, my fingers already clawing at his shirt, pulling it up, kneading skin. Then I twisted, planting a palm against his chest and shoved him back. He stumbled, caught off guard, and I was on him, climbing him, My legs wrapped around his waist and I kissed down his jaw, his throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Pull my bunches. I breathed against his neck. His hands found my pigtails, gripped,

8:37 yanked my head back. I gasped, slapped my face. He hesitated. One heartbeat, two, and then his palm cracked across my cheek. The sting bloomed hot and sudden and I felt my eyes roll back.

8:52 Fuck.

8:53 I whispered, I like that. He looked down at me, breathing hard. Something shifted in his expression. The uncertainty burned away, replaced by something darker, sharper. We're going to have a good time, he said. Yeah, you fucking know it. I slid down his body, my dress still bunched at my waist, and dropped to my knees. The carpet was soft pink, matched the wall's, My fingers worked his belt, his zipper, and he sprang free, thick, already slick at the tip.

9:29 Pull my bunches, I said again, looking up at him, as I suck your cock. His hands fisted in my pigtails. I took him in my mouth, the weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw. I worked him slow at first, letting spit pool and drip. getting him wet enough that when I took him deeper, he slid easy. My tongue traced the ridge along the underside, and his grip tightened. I pulled back to lick down his shaft, lower, cupping him with one hand while my mouth found the soft weight of his balls. Above me, he groaned. The sound vibrated through me. I ran my wet tongue back up, took him deep again. He pulled my bunches and my scalp sang with the ache of it and I moaned around his cock. Then he was

10:24 lifting me. Hands under my arms, hauling me up and my back hit the cabinet against the wall. The one with my sticker collection plastered across the front. He set me on the edge and pushed my knees apart. His thumb traced the bow on my panties. I want to keep these. Fuck yeah. I breathed. He pushed the cotton aside, lowered his mouth to me. His tongue found my clit and I jerked, my head falling back against the wall with a soft thunk. He licked in long, slow stripes, down, down, lower still. And when his tongue pressed against my asshole, I cried out. A high, keening sound that didn't belong in this room with its plush unicorns and puppy posters.

11:16 He didn't stop, kept licking, kept working me until I was slick and open and dripping onto the wood beneath me. Then I pushed him back, slid off the cabinet, turned around. The mirror above the dresser faced me. I bent forward, arms braced on the cabinet's edge, and watched my own reflection as I poked my little ass out from under the yellow cotton dress. Fuck me from behind, I said, meeting his eyes in the glass, and treat me like a whore. He was inside me in one thrust. I saw it happen, saw my own mouth drop open, saw my eyes go unfocused as he filled me, stretched me.

12:02 His hands found my pigtails again, pulling my head back, and I watched my own face contort, my tongue lolled out, drool slipped from the corner of my mouth, a thin string that landed on the fabric of my dress. My eyes crossed. Actually, crossed. Oh fuck, I slurred. I like that. I just love fucking dick. He drove into me hard, the rhythm punishing, and I pushed back to meet each thrust.

12:32 The cabinet creaked beneath us. My ponies stared down from their shelf, their plastic smiles suddenly knowing. Then he pulled out, spun me, and we crashed onto the bed. I scrambled on top of him, straddling his hips, and sank down. Balls deep, I felt him in my throat. Finger my fucking asshole, I said, slapping him across the face, the crack of it sharp and clean. As you fuck me, you son of a bitch. His thumb found me there, pressed, slipped inside. pull my fucking bunches. His other hand grabbed, yanked, and there I was, pulled left, pulled right, finger in my ass, cock in my cunt, my head wrenched back by my own pigtails, and I started wailing. Come in me, you son of a bitch, fucking come in me. I'm

13:27 going to, he gritted out.

13:30 I'm Wait!

13:32 I rolled off him, dropped to the floor. The carpet scraped my knees as I lay back and spread my legs wide, as wide as they'd go, my knees nearly touching my shoulders. Fuck me on top, I said, and choke me. He crawled between my legs, lined himself up, drove in, his hand closed around my throat. Spit in my mouth, I gasped. You bastard!

13:59 He did.

14:00 I tasted it, salt and something bitter, and swallowed. His hips hammered into me. The pressure on my throat blurred the edges of the room, pink walls bleeding into pink carpet bleeding into the pink of my own flushed skin. That's it, I choked out. That's it, that's it, that's… My back arched. Something tore loose inside me, a scream ripping from my throat. Unloading me! He groaned, deep and guttural, and I felt him pulse inside me, hot, flooding. At the same moment, I broke apart, squirting, gushing, soaking his thighs and my dress and the carpet beneath us. I lay there, panting. The yellow cotton rolled up under my armpits, my panties twisted to one side, my pigtails a wreck.

14:55 He stood, looked down at me, looked around the room, This place is fucking weird. And the door opened. My mother stood in the doorway, her purse still on her shoulder, her keys still in her hand. She looked at him, dick still out, still hard, glistening with what we'd done. She looked at me, legs splayed, dress ruined, fucked senseless on the pink carpet. She shook her head slowly. Oh my god, she said. Not another one, dear. I smiled and laughed. I hoped you enjoyed today's sexy story. If you love this podcast, leave an Apple review. Share what sexy fantasies you want to hear. Maybe we can make your dirty dreams come true. See you soon.

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