"That was bad. It shouldn't have happened. I went along with you because you seemed confident, but then you were so inexperienced I should have stopped you. No I'm not going to fuck you after that."
"What told you I'm inexperienced?" she asked.
"For one, you skipped the blowjob and went straight to deepthroat, it's a wonder you didn't suffocate and black out sooner. Second, you were passionate, but your technique was subpar. Third, most stupidly and the thing I'm kicking myself the most about the most is we didn't establish a safe signal for you to give me if we were going too far. Ohmigod, I'm a shitty RA." You shake your head between your hands. "Look, I get you've got a grudge against your parents and your mom for calling you a prostitute, but pushing yourself to 'be a whore' isn't the way to get back at her."
"I think I miscommunicated." she says after a few measured moments of thinking. "Mother did not call me a prostitute. She never would call me one because it would reflect so poorly on her to have one. She would not call me a slut or a whore either. The same could be said of Father. They had choice words that implied they thought that the case, but they never outright said it. I called myself a slut and a whore earlier because I have been a closet slut, a closet whore for years. I'm not trying to **** myself by calling myself these things, it's about me finally being able to become who I was meant to be. I despise my parents, it's true, and the thought that fucking Middle-city citizens and Outlanders would curl their toenails gives me a measure of satisfaction. I was hoping you would be an Outlander because that would be worse in their minds. But when it comes to the actual sex I don't think I care. I was sexually repressed by the society I was born into. Relations had to be just so. Prim, proper, and no substance. I had a few boyfriends from the Upper City, but those prissy little pricks couldn't fuck if their lives depended on it. I want you to fuck me because I think you can actually fuck me worth a damn, and I was right. The snobs where I am from made me a lady, sure, but I want you to make me a woman.
"I admit I was out of my depth with the deepthroating, and unsafe because I am **** to come into my own as who I am inside, and I was acting irrationally, even for who that person inside me is." She stands up, vigorously rubbing between her legs. "When did she start doing that again?"
"So I will cut a deal with you, because that was unsafe and terrifying and invigorating and wonderful."
"Her hand was on her crotch when I helped back to the stool."
"But it should not have happened that way. My need to become the whore I am exceeded my experience, and my concern for my ultimate safety." She's walking towards where you're seated. Increasing the pace between her thighs, juices frothing around her fingers and dripping to the floor.
"She took the mouthwash, even poured the water before it all with one hand."
"If you fuck me here tonight, make the real me feel alive. Then I promise, I swear a solemn oath to you that I will pursue my identity with some measure of responsibility, I shall swear off sucking cock for a month, and work my way back up to deepthroat and **** so I can safely handle it."
"She was touching herself when she regained her feet."
"If you do not, I will leave here so horny, so pent up, so **** that I will go to any lengths to get off. I cannot promise I will be safe. But if I am fucking you tonight, I know I will l be safe.
"Her arm was moving when I dragged her to the sink, she was masturbating the entire time, even when she was blacking out. She really is a whore." "How can you know you'll be safe when I already failed you in that regard tonight?" Your dick stirs to live in the shower of her juices as the beautiful girl jills herself off over you.
"Because you are freaked out by what happened and wary of putting me in danger again, even though you could not have really done anything to protect me." "A safe sign-" "I would not have given you the signal, not while having the best orgasm of my life... but for future reference. 'Avacado' or a double tap on the leg if I can not speak. I do not trust myself making a safety promise to anyone but the person who gave me that pleasure. And that promise needs to be made." She straddles your lap, her knuckles brushing against your cockhead, her spectacular tits eye level with you.
"There's no stopping you is there?"
"You can only stop me by fucking me."
"I have one more condition."
"Name it."
"Start using contractions."
"I'll try." She moves her hand and impales herself on your shaft. She cums.
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