Ruth’s Room

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Some asshole had tried to explain to me, back in April, that the single-room in Waterford was “the size of a postage stamp.” What a lying little bitch.“Oh my god,” Stacy had squealed, “I hear there isn’t even, like, a real bed in there, it’s just, like, a mattress thrown on the floor.”“REALLY?!” I had exclaimed, genuinely excited. I had always enjoyed visions of debauched Thoreaueanism. Keeping things simple and skanky. That mattress could get awfully dirty, then. Good way to bring a princess or two down a notch, to toss them on that baby!Of course Stacy looked very displeased with herself, so I knew right then she was full of shit. Oh well, I didn’t really blame her. Singles were hard to come by, they were bound to be a source of competition. Girl was entitled to use a few wiles, trying to get what she wants.I kept that in mind once I moved in. I wanted to give Stacy the full tour. The mattress wasn’t on the floor, of course, but all the same it was fine for taking her down a notch in.“Ruth,” she said when she caught me, bagel in hand, making my way back from the cafeteria, “I’m so curious to see what that prison-cell of your’s is like.” Indeed. “Sure, I’d love to show you. It’s actually a lot more decent than we had thought,” I said, as I ushered her along. I actually hummed to myself a bit. I knew enough of her proclivities, and certainly she knew about mine. I thought we looked a right pair, her looking sun kissed and tall, a modest take on the mall queen, and me close-cropped and scruffy, a hipster in her skinny jeans. Conformity and nonconformity make for a sexy yin-yang, I often find.I didn’t bother reminding her of her chicanery last term that afternoon, even when I was peeling down the zipper of her new skirt from Express. So mainstream. She’ll go far in life, that lying little ho. That pert little bosom of bahis siteleri hers was out already, she had done most of the work undressing herself.She was so eager once she got in my room, you would think she owned the place. I thought she might waste my time with her Summer Reading, “Daniel Deronda” or Michelle Tea or whatever it was. Such a sweet mouth though. Kisses like strawberries and cream. Neat little licks. We were on good terms, it was nice she could be a little liar and I could take her in hand. Sometimes people have an understanding, without even really knowing each other that well. Seems Stacy got that she wasn’t really my equal. Even if she was living now in a suite, and I was in my humble “postage stamp.” Ha!But I did go so far as to offer her the use of the floor. “You wanna take it on all fours, little bitch? On your hands and knees, down on the floor?”“No–oo–oo. Please? I want you on top of me, here.”“If you’re on all fours then I’m staying on top of you, bitch! You think I’m gonna crawl underneath you? Hmm?”“No–oo–oo.”“Of course not. But you can stay here.” She smiled. “Princess,” I added. She smiled real big. She liked the sound of that, predictably. But I set some limits.“You like saying ‘no’, don’t you? No–oo–oo, this, no–oo-oo that,” I mocked. “I don’t like the sound of ‘no’. I’m too politically correct to deal with that. You want something from me, you better ask for it all nice and clear.”“Yes, ma’am.”I gave her a nice slap on the cheek, on the face. Okay, I’m not so politically correct, but we have to make allowances. Anyway, she did.“Yes, mistress,” she purred. She was looking quite radiant, on both cheeks. I think the feel of my strap-on against her pelvis was starting to have an effect.“So would you like a nice hard fucking here, princess, up on my bed?” I asked. I suppose that canlı bahis siteleri was a subtle tease about her words last spring, but she didn’t catch on to that. So she doesn’t do subtle, I don’t mind really. I was offering it hard, no?“Yes, please, mistress. You can fuck me real nice and hard now.”I laughed, more heartily than scoffingly. “I ‘can’, can I? I ‘can’, you tell me, little bitch!” I slapped one of her exposed titties. She just gave me one of those toothy smiles, like all those actresses on those fucking nighttime soaps who act with their teeth. You know: stick out chin, snarl, peel your upper lip off your front teeth, stare. Fucking hate that. I mean every fucking episode!I dived on her mouth with mine, slid my tongue in, felt hers dance against me. She wasn’t a static kisser, Stacy knew how to move her mouth around. A hint of sloppy, but not out of order. She ran her hands over my back. Such a little diplomat. Comforting, maternal almost. Fuck, you gotta show these people who’s boss.I heaved myself aloof, smiling down on her mischievously. I dived on one of her breasts, took the nipple in and sucked down on it hard, a little flick of the teeth on it just for show. She curled her lip, reached up and flicked one of my nipple rings menacingly. A jolt shot through me. I was a bit worried, maybe I shouldn’t delay things. Hard and decisive, that’s how I roll. She asked for it, after all.So I went to work on that little thong of hers that was the last barrier between her and my hardness. Cute little number, neon-blues and yellows in stripes, little bow at the top. Like Marie Antoinette gone Miami Vice or some shit. Who can fathom the profundities of mall culture?She was nice and cooperative, made efficient little rolls of her hips to help me with my tug, tug, tug work. Promising, her little skills. I canlı bahis kept it going, down the length of her legs, letting myself enjoy the satin of her thighs. Such a smooth girl, especially for the Humanities. Delicate little kneecaps, long flute-like calves. Like a ballerina, almost. Skin a hint of olive. I should play with her more, I thought to myself. But later, later! Time for fucking, take control.I left her thong somewhere along her foot and stole back upon her, letting her get a good look at my dolphin dildo, and I pumped the lube bottle I had propped against the wall and slicked my tool, then cupped my wet hand against her snatch. Pink, slick, bald. Damn damn damn. Stacy grinned like a catovore canary, oh so pleased. Show-off. So sweet though. I petted her snatch, so inviting. Her musk wafting through the room. Oh, she didn’t need any warming up but still, why not take the scenic route?I started to rub with my hand, then I balanced myself with my knees bent on the foot of the bed and started to massage the insides of her thighs, spreading her slickness and my lube around, pinching at the taut smooth muscles lining the path up into her little private paradise. I knelt in, just meaning to tease and get a good whiff but I couldn’t help but flick her button, popped up as it was, just a little caress with the tip of my tongue, along the tip. And along the left. And then on the right. Her hips rolled, a nice fluid murmur of the pelvis, inviting more. I paused and then started down at the base of her vulva, down in the dark groove of her perineum and up, up, along one side of that puffy pink valley. And then down, down the other.She moaned with delight, invitingly. “You like?” I asked, a tad too solicitously. Damn, the bottoms always run the show. I watched her nod her head, very pleased. I felt quite pleased with myself, like the teacher was planting a gold star on my forehead. Out of nowhere, I had an urge to suck Stacy’s thumb.I put that prompting to work on her clit, pursing my lips smoothly over it and giving it slow, fluttery little sucks.

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