The Story Of K Part 1

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The Story Of K Part 1This is part one of the story of K, my 1st wife. We were together for 15 years; this is how she went from “Girlfriend” to “Wife”, then to “Submissive Sex Slave/ Wife.” I honestly never intended or planned this outcome, this was just how our relationship evolved, and it is a story worth telling. It was Saturday night February 28th 1987, two weeks prior I had broken up with the 2 women I was dating and having sex with. One was Cherie, 26 years old and cheating on her husband. The other was Rosie 38 years old, divorced with 2 k**s. I was 22 at the time (Stories for another time.) Valentine’s day was always a day that I would reflect on the relationship I was in and ask myself the question, “Is this the person I want to spend the rest of my life with?” If the answer was no then I ended things, then and there. In the case of the ladies I was fucking/dating I saw no future in either relationship, so I stopped calling them, done. After 2 weeks of no sex I was anxious to resume my search for the, “Significant Other”. I was at a dance club and the music was loud with the popular dance music of the time. I was sitting with a couple of guy friends, it was our custom to hunt together Saturday nights at this club, and I saw a girl with a head of curly strawberry blond hair resting shoulder length above a very nice ass in tight stone washed jeans. I walked over and said hello, introducing myself and she replied, Hi I’m K. She had a very pretty face with blue eyes and a nice smile. We danced and drank and talked. I learned she was 21 years old and worked in a retail store, I told her what I did for a living. The usual stuff, then I suggested we step outside for some air and K agreed. We looked into each other’s eyes and I felt that familiar surge I get when I felt mutual attraction and sexual interest from a girl. I leaned in and we kissed, touching lips lightly like two feathers brushing together, then our tongues connected and I felt K’s body shiver from the contact. K became çankırı escort quite demure at this point, looking all shy and maybe a little embarrassed. I found it very attractive and thought this was a great start, the night would end and we would make a date for some time next week, or tomorrow. Nope, K invited me back to her apartment. Once their K informed me she had roommates, her cousin and her cousin’s boyfriend. They slept down the hall on the right; her bedroom was on the left. We hung out in the living room, talking on the couch with MTV on the television. We leaned into each other and continued our kissing, this time I worked my hands under her shirt and over her firm bra covered breasts, C cups as I recall, which brought a shuddering inhale from K as she continued to kiss me, sliding her tongue over mine as I released the bra strap and slid my hands over her bare tits, the nipples were hard before I reached them, rubbing my thumbs over the erect nubs brought another shudder from the very turned on girl. K pulled her shirt and bra off at this point. I unbuckled my pants and zipped down my fly. K started doing the same, having trouble with the tight jeans; I assisted her pulling pants and panties off at the same time, naked wearing only her ankle high socks, revealing a curly triangle of reddish/ blonde bush. She did the same, helping me remove my pants as I lifted my ass off the couch, leaving me wearing my white long sleeved shirt rolled to my forearms and white socks, my erect cock thumping down on my belly before bobbing off and up. K dropped to her knees at the sight of it and started passionately sucking my cock, moaning into it as she bobbed her head up and down and side to side, slobbering all over it, working her hands up and down the hard shaft, occasionally circling the head with her tongue before taking it to the back of her throat as far as she could. This went on until I was very close to ejaculating, at which point çankırı escort bayan I pulled her off me and onto the couch beside me. I then went down on her, running my tongue up and down the inside of her labia and over her clit which brought a tremoring moan from K as she arched her pussy up into my face. I worked two fingers into her wet pussy as I licked and licked until she climaxed into my face, “AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHH!” Bucking away in orgasmic bliss. She was a bit loud and I was starting to worry she would wake her roommates, but I didn’t care that much. Not enough to stop me from fucking this incredible girl I found. After K came she brushed the curly blonde hair away from her face and slid her ass down closer to the edge of the couch so I could fuck her, she was super wet. I found the condom in my wallet and slipped it on, K watching with sexual interest as I slide it over my rock hard cock. I then lifted her legs, her knees hanging over my elbows as I pulled her onto me, I penetrated K, she moaned as I slide into her, wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. “UH, UH, UH, UH, UH…….” as I fucked away. I remember how she clamped down with her vaginal muscles, making herself as tight as she could be as I fucked on, ramming in and out of her. I was about to climax and decided we were having too much fun to finish know. I pulled out and flipped K over. Her knees on the floor, face down on the seat of the couch I started fucking her doggy style. “AHHHHHHH!, AHHHHH!, AHH…AHH…AHH!” K’s sexual moans became loud outcries as I fucked her pussy this way; I took her hard until she climaxed all over my shaft, feeling the contractions rhythmically clenching my cock as K got off. I knew the roommates had to be hearing us now, hell I’m pretty sure the downstairs neighbors could hear us. I did not care.I pulled her off the couch at this point, face down on the floor, her legs between mine I kept fucking her. Her hands pressing escort çankırı into the floor, pushing herself back onto me and deeper into her. Her pretty face flushed red with gold hair all around, moaning as she was being fucked hard, “AHHH..AHHH…AHHH…AHHH”. I felt that familiar shudder and electric surge as I was about to climax. “Arch your ass up!” I instructed. K obeyed as I exploded into her pussy.After, we snuggled for a time. Kissing and chatting, sitting on the living room floor, our backs against the couch. I apologized that I needed to go home and that I wanted to see her again. She looked very disappointed and sad. I said, “Really I hate to leave and I want to see you again, tomorrow if possible.” She said “OK” and we made plans to meet at a local bar and play pool after she was done at work. At the bar she looked very pretty. That curly golden hair of hers hanging down over her shoulders, made more striking by the conservative dark green high collared shirt she wore buttoned up to her neck. She was also wearing tight blue jeans with white flat soled ankle boots. She was very happy to see me. She thought after fucking me the night we met she would never see me again. You see K had done this before, more than once. K was a self-proclaimed slut, not that she used that word to describe herself back then. And I would never have applied that word to her or any other woman. As our relationship evolved this was what she called herself, a slut. I fell in love; I was not interested in meeting a “Nice girl”, I had those relationships and found them lacking. My desires were more…primal, more…. honest. I wanted a woman who didn’t just want me but needed me. I also wanted my woman to want sex as much as I did. No games or structured rituals mandated by society. In my opinion “Slut” is just a derogatory word applied to women who have the courage to enjoy sex, to honestly enjoy their physical desires and needs. I say to hell with society and its judgments. K was the kind of woman I wanted to be with. As we shot pool, I played with K’s ass and pussy through her tight jeans as she leaned over the pool table, which brought a lascivious smile to her lips. After the game we went back to her apartment, fucked and spent the day in each other’s arms, talking and making plans for our next “date”.

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