Scott Free by Catholic Girl

Synopsis: Prick teasers come and go but these gals go over the top! (M/f, F/m, spanking, BDSM, real, reluctant, serious)

Chapter 1

Carly and Cindy

We attracted a lot of attention in clubs. We lived to go clubbing as often as possible. It was a poultice for the ego. Houston had an over abundance of men and very few women. The rumored statistics were ten men to every woman. An ugly girl could get lucky every night of the week! With odds like that, we could pick and choose the biggest sucker to spend his money on us.

There was usually a gaggle of boys around offering to buy us one drink . Once we sized them up and had our fill, we moved on. "Cheeky and arrogant" was a phrase that fit us to a T. We were a couple ball busting prick teasers.

My roommate and partner in crime, Cindy, was a big titted blond. From afar, she looked like a walking wet dream on legs. She had long, straight, flaxen hair, BIG blue eyes, and a whopping pair of 40DDs that stood a foot away from her chest. She could part a crowd like Moses parted the Red Sea. No shit!

Unfortunately, she had a big mouth. Her luscious, thick lips were accessorized by buck teeth. If she kept her mouth shut, she could get lucky faster. Sadly, that was a lesson she never learned. The only time her mouth was shut was when it was stuffed with a dick. Her mouth also gave away her crassness and lack of class. She had a roughness about her that emanated from her upbringing on the streets of Cincinnati. She made no secret that she was a gold digger and out to find herself a rich sugar daddy.

Cindy got herself a job in the best steakhouse in Houston. She had to blow the owner for the job. Little did she know that he would have given her the job anyway. Her tits would be as famous as the steaks. Working at the best steakhouse in Houston would give her exposure to the type of man she was determined to nail.

On the other hand, I was a career technical engineer for an international oil company. Graduated from Georgia Tech, my professors made sure I would make them proud. They helped me get a great job with an oil company in Houston. It wasn't much of a stretch for me as I was used to being surrounded by men all day long. My ego was in no need of stroking.

A petite minx, I had a wild mane of wavy chestnut hair that framed my delicate face. I loved my hair this way; it was a symbol of my spirit and my crowning glory. Flashing green eyes belied the intelligence behind them. My boyfriends always said that my pouty, bow-shaped lips were made for cock sucking. I had a healthy looking body from years of tennis, racquetball, and running. My breasts were not spectacular, but more than a mouthful is a waste.

The first month at my new job, my fatherly boss, Darryl, "talked" to me about the amount of visitors stopping by my office. He was concerned that it was affecting work. I explained the visitors were principals in the company and were just checking on my work; I couldn't be rude to them. Darryl quickly got the picture and we devised a way to work with the situation. Luckily, company policy was firm that there is no dating between employees, so I had a legitimate out.

My private life, however, made up for lack of control in my work environment. My private life was just that. Being a single woman who held the net in a sea of sharks was just the thing to wet my cunt!!! The hunt for the cunt was my ticket to control men. Cindy was like minded.

The Set Up

One particular night, Cindy and I were flying high, loving life, and dressed to slay. We went hunting at Cowboys, Elan, and then, finally up at Judge's Night Club. Judges' was "our" place. The name was very appropriate as we felt very comfortable there being judges of the male species. As we observed the pickings, we determined the following:

• Wimpy, slobbering, grabby men were the biggest turnoffs

• Men who were still there at closing time were desperate leftovers

I was all about the edge, power, and control of men who were:

• Strong and self confident

• Indifferent to my charms

• Able to stand up to my ballsy ways

• Bigger than I

• Strong and silent; "still waters run deep"

• Very attractive in their own way

• Challenging

• Not married

Cindy was all about money :

• Rich, older men with a taste for young girls; they fit the bill if they wore a Rolex and flashed wads of $100 bills

• Married, professional men were the safest as they didn't want any commitments; Cindy always looked for men to make her a kept woman

• Looks didn't matter but the dick size was a major factor; she would make do if she had to

Cindy's Pick Up

A husky, well-dressed man approached Cindy. He appeared to be about 50 to 55 years old. "Is your name 'Angel'?" he asked. He had salt and pepper hair, a thick mustache, and squinty eyes that spent too many years in the sun. Cindy recited her script: "what is your job and how much do you make?" Surprisingly, he didn't walk away like most of the other men did. He told her a tall, Texas-sized tale. "My name is Klaus. I am a businessman from Belgium on a layover in Houston." Cindy didn't know Belgium from shit! Personally, he sounded Greek to me, but Cindy was too dumb to pick up on it. Klaus had her enthralled. Laying it on really thick, he uttered the hokiest line ever! I want to spoil you because you deserved it”. To further clinch the outcome of the evening, he detailed his assets: an account in the Cayman Islands, a cigarette boat, two Rolls Royce's, an apartment in Manhattan and a villa in Mythos. Mythos?! I knew he was Greek!! This guy was slick. As Cindy's beautiful blues got bigger and bigger, his words started slurring a bit. She quickly noticed she had a fish on the line. If only she knew that the guppy was her! She was going drive him back to his hotel room.

Carly's Target

Feeling someone's eyes were burrowing a hole in the back of my head, I turned around to see HIM, my target. His heavily fringed dark brown eyes quickly looked away as he continued to nurse his beer. There was no eye contact for awhile I couldn't stand it anymore. I innocently tossed my purse in his direction so that it accidentally landed at his feet. I rushed over to pick it up and my breasts were peeking out of my halter top. As he bent to retrieve my purse, we bumped heads. Our eyes locked and my pussy started to juice.

He was quite handsome. Not quite 6', he was a lean, well muscled specimen with sinewy arms. His face was deeply tanned with chiseled cheekbones, thick, juicy lips, and a cleft in the middle of his chin. His dark hair was in need of a haircut; it touched the back of his collar. He smelled like Irish Spring soap.

He quickly handed my purse back to me, mumbled something and walked away. That really got my attention. No one walks away from Carly!

After some sober thinking, I launched spitballs at him using my straw. Being obnoxious is a fallback that usually works for us ball busters. After three direct hits, he scowled, looked around and caught me red handed. I smiled sheepishly. He smiled back and waved. Success!! Slowly, he walked over to me with his thumb in his jeans and a frosty mug of beer. "How's yourself this evening?" " What is your name?" "Richard." Richard was from Glasgow, Scotland. That sounded intriguing. I had a client in Scotland that had the same accent. "And yours?" "Carly." He looked down and nodded. This guy was not a Belgian Greek.

Decisions, decisions

Cindy's decision

Cindy doesn't usually put any thought into her decisions, she just acts on impulse. When she decided to take Klaus back to his hotel, she gave me the nod that I was on my own. She was NOT going to walk away from her prey. I realized this was one of those nights that a cab ride would be the safest way home. Cindy quickly grabbed her bag and dropped her keys as she fished them out of her purse. As she bent down, her huge breasts ended up resting on Klaus' thighs. His pants quickly tented. She grabbed onto his dick to regain her balance. His dick was her leash and he was the dog.

Carly's decision

Richard quietly appraised me. I felt uncomfortable being scrutinized and started to pout. He politely asked me a little about myself; was I married; where did I work; was I alone. I blubbered something; he smiled as if he had the upper hand. The nerve! He never volunteered anything about himself.

I really didn't care to know anything else. He was the challenge. The gauntlet was thrown and both of us had to decide whether I would pick it up or not.

"Do you know the time?" "It's the back of 12:00", he said with a charming lilt. I quickly said my goodbyes. "I'll get you home" Richard offered. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. How could I refuse?

Chapter 2 is on the way!!

Scott Free Chapter 2 by Catholic Girl

Synopsis: Richard gives Carly school in giving and receiving foreplay. (M/f, F/m, spanking, BDSM, real, reluctant, serious)

Brief summary of Chapter 1

Carly and Cindy, a couple of ball busters, enjoyed playing games by toying with the opposite sex. One evening, both chanced upon men who were very different from the lackluster weaklings they were used to meeting.

Chapter 2

Richard and Carly

The taxi ride back to my apartment was quiet. No one said a word except the cabbie. Richard insisted on paying the fare if he could come up for a cup of coffee. I secretly smiled to myself as I orchestrated the seduction.

The elevator ride was steamy. Our expressions reflected off the shiny doors. Although the night had been long, I managed to keep sober. I was supposed to be the designated driver for the evening. My face still looked fresh and innocent, but my brain was on overdrive. They say that 90% of great sex occurs in the mind first. Still, I didn't trust this Scotsman. He didn't fit the profile of anyone I have ever met. I hope he's not a twat teaser.

I helped her turn the key in the lock insinuating myself as a dominant. Squeezing her buttocks with my hands was aggressive. I felt her thong separating her ass cheeks into a sliced peach.

Her apartment was modest. One could quickly tell which side of the apartment belonged to her roommate. Carly, on the other hand, was meticulously neat. The kitchen had everything in its place as she quickly made the cup of coffee. "Cream and sugar?” "Yes, please, and lots of sugar." I was out of sugar. Maybe he won't notice.

He seems nosy, looking all around like an inspector. Why is he looking at me while I'm making coffee? I'm going as fast as I can.

At least, the coffee should give him enough of a charge to fuck me all night long. How I wish, he would smile more.

"Thanks for indulging me with your hospitality. I am sorry for me quiet ways. Shyness is cover for a fertile mind."

Is he coming onto me? I handed him his coffee, and as my hand brushed his arm, lightning struck.

The straps of my slinky top slid down to reveal firm, soft breasts. His took a tour of my mouth while I gently suckled his tongue. Heat enveloped my face as it traveled through my body like a sunbeam. My breathing quickened as he stripped off the rest of my clothing.

Juicy, ripe apricots, her breasts are he thought while gently nipping on them. His hands traveling down toward my pussy, he marveled the baldness of it. “Tis a slut you are, lassie.” I giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.

My skin felt all tingly. I reveled in the attention and control I had, as sheen of excitement reflected off his body. The cost of the laser hair removal was worth every cent.

He dove into her pussy, parted the lips and licked. “Scots control their women” he murmured aloud as I groaned. As he blew warm air into her pussy, his tongue sliced it like a knife. He gently tugged her pleasure button with his lips. “Convulsing at my hands, you are a little whore.” She held his head firmly over her throbbing clit. He slowly worked his way down to her clenched rosebud. She gasped and bucked! "An anal virgin she was." He was delighted with the thought of being her first anal master.

Suddenly, my legs tensed, my back arched, blood rushed to my head, and I started squealing in staccato. He stopped. I arched my cunt toward his face again. He kneeled back and looked at me with a sly grin. My juices shone on his mouth like milk on the whiskers of a cat. He didn't finish the job. He needs to go back to slurping some more.

“Ah, not happy with me, are ye." She pouted. He stood firm "No! You'll not cum. Tis my turn.“ Her head snapped up like a child who lost her all day sucker.

I groaned in disappointment. Again, he shook his head. "Please," I begged. He smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary. “Bastard!” "Greedy little bitch!" I was stung by his slur and the lack of control of the situation. Girls get blue balls too. I thought of scratching his eyes out, but it quickly passed. He fumbled to remove his jeans as I lay quietly contemplating my next move.

Crouching over her face, my knees trapping her head, I placed his hairy balls on her chin. Now there was no doubt who the master was. “You must pleasure me as I did you,” I whispered. My balls caressed her delicate face. She had a good whiff of Scottish dick. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and she was starting to panic. "You will be begging for more before the evenin's over."

How am I going to get this guy off my face? I can't breathe anything but a stinky asshole! A mammoth cock, waving its mushroom head, sprung from his loins. It was pulsating, heavily veined, and turgid. This was a weapon made for destruction. Pre-cum was dripping into my eyes. The impish grin on his face left no mistake that he had control over his whore. There was little chance of squirming out from under his body.

I reached back to finger her pussy hole. It was sodden with juices. She was enjoying this game. Pretending to struggle, I called her bluff. "It's rough you are liking, t'will rough you'll be getting.”

“Get off! You are suffocating me! Your hairy dick is scratching my face and your ass stinks. Now I know why they built Hadrian's Wall!” He soundly slapped me. My jaw dropped.

No Scottish lad would miss the opportunity of shoving his dick into an open hole! She tried to push me out and I had to pinch her nose to cut off her air. She gasped but I didn't care. Her mouth was like liquid velvet around my cock. My eyes rolled back in me head. “If you bite me, you'll not breathe again!” He started to slowly pump her face.

My little fists were beating his body to no avail. Blinding tears ran down my face. He's going to face-fuck me to death. My eyes got glassy and he pulled out to let me breathe. “Please, let me up and do this properly" I croaked. "I was wrong. Let me give you the same pleasure you gave to me. I promise not to bite! Really!” With doe-like eyes, sporting bruised and swollen lips, I was the picture of a true penitent.

The little minx looked pitiful. I gently pulled her up onto her knees. She was as light as a little girl. He petted her head and wiped her tears. She does not know how to properly service a man. "If you canna' do it, I will teach you." A poor thing, she's a Protestant for sure.

His hands firmly grabbed my ears for handles. His long cock was wide as a child's wrist. He can't expect me to put more of this 10" cock in my mouth. It is no wonder I couldn't breathe. I'll accidentally scrape his dick with my teeth.

She is stalling. “Well?” I tapped her mouth with my cock. I was right about her inexperience. She is positively terrified of my tool. “Settle down child. I will coach you on the proper way to please a man! ”

Cock sucking is a messy business. A ball buster's goal is avoiding blow jobs or keep them short. The first rule is ball busters cum first. The second rule is performing so poorly that the fuck will leave your mouth alone. It takes a lot of experience for a girl to blow a dick like a virgin.

Good Lord. She is licking it like a lolly again. “No girl! Put your tongue in the slit and suck the head.” Her teeth. “Curl your lips over your teeth and slide up and down.” She needs much more instruction. She's either dumb as an ox or smart as a fox. Me father always said that women have an unfair advantage over men; if they can't get their way by being smart, they try to get their way by being dumb.

Hot damn, I think I fooled him. If I fumble around a little more, he will tire of me. I started to use my hands while I licked his slit, rubbing the shaft up and down with a hard grip and no lubrication. It had to hurt like hell. Suddenly he grabbed my hands and placed them under his balls and ass to keep them out of the way. "Suck the head" he ordered. He began moving my head up and down on his cock, forcing in a few inches every time on the down stroke. This took forever. My lips felt numb.

She looked every bit like a sex slave. Those beautiful lips wrapped around my pole almost made me pop the cork. I shoved it further down her throat and stayed until her eyes bulged out. "Try to breathe in through your throat on the pullout. Keep your tongue under the shaft. Yes, that's it." I gave her two minutes of breathing before I pushed in again, this time a little further. She struggled like a fish on a hook. I should have bound her hands. I held her arms over up her head with one hand and the back of her head with the other. I pulled out just until she stopped gagging and let her breathe a few minutes. "Take a deep breath and suck; breathe it in, girl." I forced her head back and pushed down her windpipe until her chin was resting on my balls. I put my hand on her throat to feel the bulge. Her retching throat was mind-blowing. "Relax girls or you'll choke yourself." At last, I quickly pulled out and she got her chance to breathe. Didna' want to blow my wad just yet.

Chapter 3 is on the way!!