Knock on Her Door

You arrive at 9pm on-the-dot, and knock on the door to her apartment. You’ve got a box of condoms in your back pocket, and you’re not really sure what to expect tonight. You’ve heard her talk, and you’ve had your dreams, but this is the first time you’ve ever been in this situation.

Thinking back on the things she’s told you about before, you’re optimistic, but there’s also a lot of stuff that you’ve never tried before. Like you’ve never had your hands tied behind your back, something Sandy has told you that she’s done to a lot of guys, and you’ve never had anything up your ass. Which again, she’s bragged to you about many peggings.

The one that causes the biggest lump in the throat, you have never been hit directly in the balls before. Sure you’ve had the occasional accident, or a light tap here or there (a few of those from Sandy). But never a straight punch or kick, which Sandy hasn’t been shy about sharing with you. Although, truthfully, most of the ball kickings and punchings that she’s told you about haven’t been in the bedroom. Usually to assholes at school, or her brother or someone who was being mean to her.

While you’re not a prude, you’re open to basically anything, you are a little afraid, and more than a little horny.

After thinking yourself to ****, Sandy opens the door. You sometimes forget that she’s more than a head shorter than you, her head being chest level to you. She’s dressed in a tight black leather corset, that’s pressing her breasts together, in a black & white plaid skirt, and black open-toe 2” platform heels.

“Well, hello” she says looking up at you, an evil, sexy smirk on her face. “Come on in”, she steps aside and invites you into her home. You walk in, and she closes the door behind you.