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Teaching Kanisha a lesson

Giving a spolt young girl an experience she will never forget
It takes a while to find the right sex dating site. Depends what you’re looking for, I suppose, although aren’t all men really looking for an uncomplicated fuck? You read some women’s profiles and they moan about guys not showing up. How stupid can these people be? You do all the spadework, it’s arranged, you’re virtually guaranteed a good time, but you don’t go through with it? Insane. It’s like winning the lottery but not cashing the ticket.

But what are the chances of getting that far? One site I registered with, but didn’t become a paid-up member of, keeps sending me pictures of skinny,young, white girls showing off their belly and not much else. What’s wrong with that? I am living in Tobago, where the population is about 90% black. There are no young, white girls at all. And while it’s very nice to look at these pictures, if the site is sending you all this bogus stuff, what chance is there of finding who you’re really looking for and converting it into an actual meet?

A few weeks ago on a proper site I was contacted by a girl young enough to be my daughter, which is fine if that is what she wants. Some girls find older men attractive, maybe because they are half in love with their real father, or perhaps their father died young, or left their mother and they’re looking for a substitute. Whatever the reason, if that’s what they have decided to do, then fair enough, who’s going to turn them down? You might have to put up with messages that say,Hey rather than Hi, and wazzup and all this text speak and they call you Babes or Hun, but they can’t help it. They think it’s what everyone does.

Anyway, this girl contacts me and we start exchanging messages, moving off the site and onto personal email. She sends me a picture of her pouting into the camera and pushing her tits together. She is very proud of her tits and expects me to be eternally grateful for the show. And they are very nice. She’s black, but a light shade and her tits are large, with big areolas and what look like hard nipples.

I soon come to realize that she’s in love with herself and takes it for granted that all men are in love with her too. She married young to an older man, has a young son and her husband earns enough that she doesn’t need to work. She doesn’t want to meet at a hotel, because they go out to dinner a lot and she’s known in all the best places. She’s in Trinidad, a 20-minute flight away.

She responds to a bit of dirty talk, but doesn’t give much back. Then she asks me if I have met anybody from the site, adding “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the jealous type”. I tell her yes, I am having a relationship with a girl I met there. She replies with a little flurry of indignation about how men never really know what they want. I consider dropping the whole thing, but then decide to confront her with it calmly, about how she says she’s not jealous and then gets weird about something that’s nothing to be ashamed of. She’s married, after all, so she sleeps with another man every night.

She responds to this very well, gets back to her default setting and we flirt happily for a few days. Then a business trip to Trinidad comes up and we get back to the issue of a place to meet. Because she doesn’t want to go to a hotel that has a restaurant, I pick a small place that doesn’t even have a bar, and we arrange to meet in the piano bar next door.

She’s late, of course. Half an hour late, and offers no excuse. We have a glass of wine each and I can see she’s nervous, so we have another one, and then I suggest we go to my room. She agrees quietly and we walk the few steps to the hotel, where the night porter is on duty already and he has to let us in.

I have been wondering how to play it: nice and gentle or tough. In the room I decide to see how she responds to the brusque approach. I grab her as soon as we get through the door and kiss her roughly. She likes it.

I step back and take off my trousers and underpants and I can see her checking out my hardon. I put my hands on her shoulders and say, “Suck my cock.”

“On my knees?” she says hesitantly, “You want me to submit to you?”

“Whatever you like to call it,” I say, pushing down on her shoulders, “Suck me, Kanisha.”

Quickly taking off her white trousers for fear of getting them dirty, she drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. She is surprisingly good at it and seems to like what is happening.

After a minute or two I step back and tell her to get undressed. She obeys, pulling the flimsy white top over her head, freeing her breasts from the bra and peeling the tiny thong out of her bottom. I am determined to shock her. I tell her to kneel on the bed.

“Rest your head on your arms and put your ass in the air.”

“What are you going to do?” she asks nervously. I take off my shirt and get on the bed behind her. Her shiny, waxed pussy looks at me, as pampered and arrogant as the rest of her.

“If you’re going to get inside me you’d better…” she begins, so I slap her hard across her ass. She gasps and falls silent. I get my face into her crack and lick her anus.

“Shit, you’re freaky,” she says.

“You like having your ass licked?” I snarl.

“Yes,” she says weakly, “Nobody’s ever done it before. My husband wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Nobody else done it?” I say.

“I’ve only ever been with one man,” she says shyly, “Talk dirty to me like you do in emails. Tell me what you’re doing and you’re going to do to me.”

“I am licking the ass of a dirty little fucking bitch,” I say, and smack her again. “You are kneeling on a bed in a hotel room, naked with a man you hardly know. You’re exposing yourself to me and you like having my tongue in your crack. Don’t you?”

I smack her a third time and she whimpers, “I love it. I love what you’re doing to me. What else are you going to do to me?”

I move back, say “Stay there,” and fish a condom out of my trousers pocket. I kneel in front of her, waving my cock in her face as I put it on.

“This is going in your pussy. You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Kanisha?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she says.

“Get on your back and spread your legs,” I command her. She does it and I lie between her thighs and slide quickly into her juicy vagina. I go to kiss her and she smells herself on my face, so turns her head away. I grab her and force my tongue into her mouth.

“You’re horrible,” she says genuinely.

“You’re a spoilt little fucking bitch,” I reply. I reach underneath her, shove my thumb into her asshole and fuck her hard. After a minute of this she cums with a whine that sounds like a complaint.

I clamber up her body and start jerking my cock under her nose.

“What are you doing?” she says, trying to wriggle away.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

She clamps her lips tightly and shakes her head.

“Okay,” I say, and cum all over her face.

“You dirty fucking pig,” she squeals, wiping the spunk off with the sheet.

I lie down beside her and after a while she puts her arm across me.

“Kiss me,” she says, and I do, but I can’t make it aggressive anymore. We kiss gently and romantically.

“I like it when you talk dirty,” she says. “You didn’t mean the stuff about me being spoilt, did you?”

“You are a spoilt bitch,” I say, “But you’re not little and you’re not dirty.”

“Oh yes I am,” she replies. “I’m a dirty little fucking bitch for you.”

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