Out on a date with your boyfriend

When Jacob said he wanted to go on a date you were ecstatic. Not only did it rescue you from attempting to study for a test but you were going out in public with him! It was practically unheard of for him to go out somewhere public with you.

Wanting to really wow him you dressed with extra care in the slut department, wanting him good and horny, and knowing that he favored the trashy look. That giant cock of his was going in you as many times as you could get, and this time you were going to finally cum, even if you had to fuck it a dozen times! Your pussy had been itching all week, and although his dick was kind of painful, compounded by his rough style, you're certain that he can scratch that itch.

To facilitate that you chose one of the outfits that he'd given you. A mini that bordered on micro and a halter top that was practically a bra. Speaking of which, you ditch the idea of wearing any underwear. You've never bothered with bras anyway, and although going out without panties feels embarrassing you want him to have easy access. Last time he'd been too distracted and left before you could do anything. A full week later and you're frantic for attention in the right places.

To top off the outfit you choose knee-high boots with 4-inch heels. It was that or the platform boots, but you figure you'll be sitting down so your relatively miniscule height - he's six foot six to your four foot eleven - won't bother him as much.

Next up is your make-up. Thick and whorish, just like he seems to like. Not that he's ever said so, but you kind of stumbled upon that fantasy a couple of weeks ago when your relationship was fairly new. You'd been talking dirty to hip and he blew his wad as soon as you told him to fuck you like a cheap whore. You're not sure if it was the whore comment or the dirty talking but you've been talking dirty to him ever since. Or you would have, if he'd gone out with you more than three times since then.

Grinning at yourself you grab your purse, with its supply of make-up, keychain, and the small amount of money you still have. Your bank account's nearly empty so you'd better make this last forty last. Below that is a tube of that lotion Jacob gave you. You love that stuff. If it weren't for Jacob's neglect of your sexual needs you'd swear that it was the lotion that was making you so madly horny all the time.

A whistle comes your way as you walk away from you apartment, and you wave back towards that lusty neighbor of yours as you strut out to the location where Jacob said to meet him. He's always so paranoid about his car, afraid that if he brings it into your neighborhood someone will either scratch it or rob him. You'd love for him to pick you up, but instead you have to walk several blocks. Still, it should be worth it.