I managed to wait until Thursday afternoon before I delivered a surprise visit to my red-haired slut. I figured she’d be dying for it by then, unless she was getting herself off each night like I was. And she’d told me she didn’t masturbate.

She answered the door on my first ring, wearing stretch pants and a big t-shirt, just like the first time. I dropped the little bag on a table and pecked her on the cheek.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Just a little something,” I answered. “But you’ve got to thank me first.”

I slid both hands under her pants and massaged her little ass. She leaned against my hard-on and parted her legs, but I resisted the temptation to play with her pussy. Instead, I turned her around to face the couch and pulled the tight pants down to her ankles. I loved that look. I dropped my shorts and bent her over, spread her cheeks and plunged my ready rod into her tight slit.

“Ouch!” She was totally dry. This position was too low for me to fuck her comfortably, too, so I pulled out. I moved her over to the side of the couch and pushed her down over the arm for a better target. When I drilled in again, she only caught her breath. Her tunnel was warm around me and the lack of lube juice caused extra friction on my pole as I pumped in and out. This was really hot. I heard the dog’s feet hit the top of the dutch door, and I hoped he couldn’t leap over it to bite my ass.

In a few minutes, her hole started slicking up. That was agreeable, too. I debated whether to make her cum today, but decided to wait for tomorrow night. I pounded her faster until I spurted my joy juice into her, then held her down waiting for my cum to trickle out.

“Wham bam, thank you ma’am,” I said. I zipped my shorts, then pulled her pants up. She sat down weakly on the arm of the couch.

“You’re welcome,” she said with the hint of a smile.

I nodded toward the gift bag. “Wear that tomorrow, all right?”

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She met me at the door, wearing the white lace stockings and high heels. And a blue dress that came almost to her knees.

I frowned. “I hoped you’d be wearing the garter belt and nothing else.”

“But what if someone else was at the door?”

“I suppose,” I sighed. “And I know, anticipation is nice…. Let’s have a drink?”

She pulled the margarita mixings out of a cabinet and I followed her to the kitchen, revising my plans. While she poured the drinks, I lifted up the hem of the dress to check if she was bare under the little garter belt. Satisfied, I dropped it and leaned against the counter.

“Nice dress, “ I admitted while we looked each other over, sipping our drinks. There was a take-out bag on the counter, but she was jiggling a leg and I knew we both wanted dessert first.

I undid two buttons to be sure that she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath the dress, then took the glass out of her hand. My hands on her small waist, I led her over to the table and hoisted her up to sit on it. I pushed her close to the wall and positioned her feet on the edge of the table, the dress riding up on her hips. The lacy garter peeped out from under, along with her snatch. I ran my hands up her legs, stockings to exposed thighs, then tickled her pussy curls. Not quite damp yet.

I undid a few more top buttons until I could push the dress down over her shoulders to show her little tits. I stepped back to look her over. Now she had the slutty look I wanted.

I took a bitty boob in my mouth and reached down stroke her bare thighs above the stockings, teasing her snatch on each pass. With one last suck on her nipple, I shoved two fingers inside the honey hole and pumped her hard. When she was moaning and starting to twitch, I pulled my wet fingers out and she gave a disappointed cry. I was enjoying the power I had to drive her over the edge, but only when I wanted to.

I hauled her forward until her butt was at the edge of the table and she had to lean back on her elbows. The dress was mostly bunched around her waist and her knees were still wide to show me that eager wet beaver. I slid a single finger into her slit to tease her some more and she dropped her head back, gasping.

I pulled away again when she was almost ready to cum and went to the refrigerator, hoping the whipped cream was still there. I shook up the can and sprayed a design onto the bare thighs above her stockings, then knelt down to lick it off slowly. She was drumming her heels now and trying to shove her cunt into my face. I sprayed more on her inner thighs and lapped it off again, then covered her pussy with a white foamy beard, plus a little dollop on her belly button.

I licked it off thoroughly while she quivered and keened, then shoved the nozzle into her slit and squirted the whipped cream inside. I dropped the can and sucked the sweet stuff out, holding her down while she thrashed in a long screaming orgasm. I was liking the feel of her spasms against my mouth, so I continued chewing her box and clenched her thighs tight to keep her down. When I moved up to suck her clit, she screamed louder and came again.

Panting myself, I leaned back on my heels to watch until she settled down. I struggled to stand up, wiped my face on the dress skirt, then licked the melted cream off her navel. She was flat on her back and her shoes had fallen off. I helped her stand up and lean against the table. She looked at me hazily and tried to smile. I pulled the dress down till it slid to the floor, and adjusted the garter belt so it hung just above the wet little triangle of her twat. I liked the way the stockings and belt made a picture frame around the booty box.

“That’s what I wanted to see,” I said. “I think you’re ready to be fucked.”

My hard-on was painful by now, so I unbuttoned myself while I pushed her towards the bedroom. The back of the garter belt displayed her whole baby ass, each cheek bisected by an elastic strap reaching down to the stockings.

She lay on her back and watched me undress, her legs splayed out and waiting. I stood for a minute at the foot of the bed, debating which way to take her. The lace stockings showed the way to the honey pot. So I dropped on my knees, spread her legs wider and dove in. Of course I shot off pretty quick, but she made little contented sounds as my cum spurted into her.

When I recovered, I went back to the kitchen and freshened up our margaritas. We sat up against the headboard and sipped our drinks. I’d made hers really strong but she finished it down anyway.

“Ready to heat up dinner?” I said after a while. She really wanted to put on a shirt on, and I finally let her pull on a white camisole. I think she was secretly embarrassed about displaying her miniature tits outside the fuck zone. Myself, I did pull on my jockeys. I knew a limp package was more appealing to girls bundled up in my shorts rather than hanging out.

In the kitchen, I put her shoes back on, and watched her play housewife in garter and heels. I wished her baby boobs were out on display, but the little top only came down to her waist, so it emphasized the view I wanted.

“Do you even own a bra?” I asked.

“I might have one tucked away somewhere,” she answered with a shrug. I’d ask her to wear it next time.

Once again, we went to the front room to eat. There was pussy juice on the kitchen table. I wondered if she ever ate there anymore.

She curled her legs under her on the couch, but I could still see her bare upper thighs and a hint of her snatch. I had poured two more drinks.

“Funny how margaritas go so well with Korean,” I commented.

“I think margaritas go with everything,” as she polished hers off.

I picked up the empty plates and came back with two more drinks.

“Trying to get me sozzled?” she asked, but took the glass.

“Utterly,” I smiled back at her. Innocently, I hoped.

I stroked her stockinged leg while we drank, and soon she shifted one knee up. I moved closer and stroked her cunt lips to make sure she was still wet. She was. I waited for her finish her drink, then got to work finger-fucking her. It took a little longer to get her to cum this time, but I was determined and finally she arched up happily. I wanted her grateful tonight.

I took her to the bedroom right after and let her curl up. Down the hall, I rooted around the bathroom closets until I found what I was looking for. Kicking off my shorts, I nestled behind her and slipped the little jar under a pillow. I tucked my hard cock between her butt cheeks, but just caressed her ass and exposed thighs for a while. When she lifted a knee to give me access to the pole hole, I spread her lube juices around until she was moaning. I let my cock slip away and slicked the slime up her crack. She shivered a little when I spread it around the rose of her butthole, but didn’t object when I returned to massage more in with my thumb.

I caressed her crack, then whispered, “Will you let me in your ass?”

“But it’ll hurt, won’t it?” she answered after a minute.

“You might like it. I’ll stop if you don’t.”

“Do you like it?” she whispered.

“I’ve only done it a couple of times.” Which was almost true. “Just let’s try it this once.” I continued sliding my finger tip from her wet gash up to her asshole. “Please, just for me.”

“All right, just tonight,” she finally whispered. I could learn to love this compliant little piece.

I rolled her flat on her stomach, unlatched the waist of the garter belt and unsnapped the back clips to the stockings.

Massaging her butt cheeks to soothe her, I reached for the Vaseline and slathered it heavily on my cock. When the gel was warmed up a little, I gathered some up and tenderly smoothed it around the little rosebud. She was breathing fast now, but I slicked on more to try to relax her. Finally, I spread a glob of Vaseline on the head of my cock and started pushing in.

It was almost like prodding against a pinhole, but with the reinforcement of my hand on my dick, I got my nozzle shoved in. Her sphincter spasmed so tight, I gasped and held still. I stroked her body until she calmed down, spread some more Vaseline on myself and pushed slowly in as deep as I dared. She was whimpering now, so I cuddled her cheeks and whispered, “Relax, I’ll take it easy.”

The vise of her hot flesh was so tight around me, I thought I could sit plugged in this dark hole forever. But soon I had to pump a little to enjoy the tightness clutching at the skin of my rod. She didn’t whimper anymore, but was holding her breath and letting it out with quiet grunts. My balls were bouncing against her soft butt and the gel had melted enough that I could plunge in and out faster. I concentrated on her little grunts and the feel of the hot sphincter walls gripping my stick, and soon I was spurting my stuff with a triumphant shout. She let out a long breath after I stopped pumping, and was trembling a little. I let my cock shrink down before I pulled out and lay down beside her.

I stroked her back under the camisole before I said anything. I figured I had to be extra nice after this particular fuck.

“Was that all right? It didn’t hurt, did it?”

“Not too much,” she answered.

“Did you like it?”

Her face was still buried in the pillow. She shrugged her shoulder. “Not too much. I hope you don’t want to do it again.”

I leaned over to kiss the back of her neck. “Well, I really prefer your sweet pussy.” Which was actually true, but it also wasn’t a promise not to bang her bong-hole again.

I added nicely, “Thanks for letting me… you’re awfully sweet. You wore the garter belt for me, and it got me really hot.”

“Like you need help,” she snorted, and I smiled.

“A girl in a million,” I said it out loud. I pulled her over to snuggle against me and she soon fell asleep.