Baby Drank Bleach and Cum

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“Oh Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” I loudly groan for at least 7 more seconds while I cum in her mouth. My knee is shaking like the hand of a foreign dignitary at a White House gala- and my heart- well it’s thinking that this baby might be a nice notch in my wrought iron bed post. Also, my heart counts my money and sings the saddest song ever sung- all the time. Oh well, I just came inside someone’s throat! She is looking at me expectantly- what? Oh, she probably wants a compliment. “Anastasia, you don’t have a gag reflex!” There, that should suffice. “Actually, I am sure I do because I was drinking bleach one time...” she begins into some self-important story before I cut her off entirely “I like that you’re a mystery to me, I don’t know anything about you, baby and that’s sexy.” She flushes under my tutelage and I begin to think about where I am in life, my successes... I must be so intimidating to her- oh! The thought seemed to awaken my heavy friend. I grab her hand and place it on my most valuable organ. Her eyes widen to twice their size “this is your... this is your....” she stammers before I cajole her to explore her potential through words “yeah baby, say it. I want to hear you say it.” Her eyes soften to something dark and her voice is a husky sunset “this is your... wiener.” That’s it, I am going to tear the hymen right of this cherub and shoot arrows into... well I am going to cum. I reach into my pocket for a foil packet.

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Little Hands, Deep Throats

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“You want to tie me up so I can’t hurt you, Mr. Grey?” What is she talking about? I briefly think about how I ended up knee deep in baby’s finger and tepid conversation when it occurs to me that I have a vein in my cock with her name on it. I’m going to return the favor by tattooing her cunt with my machine gun dick and ink bullets all over the fucking place. First, I have to shut her up. “Yeah, I don’t want you to hurt me because my mother was...” I hand her my dick “here, put this in your mouth and suck like it will get you out of an all girls prison camp.” She tentatively grabs it and I feel like smacking the uncertainty right off her face. This would never happen in Poland. I have to tell myself “calm down C-man, she’s just a sexual baby and you are going to have to wipe her ass until it bleeds to break her into this world, then you can fist her bloody asshole, buy her an Audi to match and hope your love is enough to...” OH-uh! Holy shit, I can feel the top of her stomach! This baby doesn’t have a gag reflex. I can’t buy this kind of luck- well, who am I kidding? I’ve bought a dozen little people to carry me around my house on Christmas. I can afford a bottomless pit like this- uuuuh oh, it feels exquisite! Even better than all those strong tiny hands pressed into me by the weight of my own, glorious body. The head of my penis is in her throat like an aspiring model with a toothbrush and I am about to catwalk all over this runway, baby.

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Fish Tongue

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She slaps my left thigh and leaves her hand there, stroking toward my hip. What is she doing? “I might be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know that you’re hard, Mr. Grey.” Her voice is like gum drops wrapped in twizzlers, but in the form of pudding... or something. What can I say without telling her where my dick is? “I’d like to tie your hands behind you and smack your face, baby.” She looks scared and now I’m hard again. “Oh, I guess that would be...” I don’t let her finish- I press my mouth passionately onto hers, so passionately blood is drawn. Her lips mimic her soon to be non-existent hymen and I’m on top of her- pushing my authority against her thighs. Her tongue is a fish on land, flapping all over my face like life was threatening to leave it's writhing body. I feel her tiny hand tentatively reach for my knee before it suddenly claws toward my chin. Why is she doing that? 

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Serpents And Short Buses

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I take a deep breath, my groin, quivering. A dormant, but deadly serpent has awoken to the most delicious rodent rooting around in it’s den. Her pussy is my prairie dog. My impressive girth is going to swallow it whole and then spit the bones out all over the front of her. “Mr. Grey?” Oh. I must have been standing there for awhile. “I suggest you remove my belt with your teeth (baby).” She looks quizzically at me and then blushes- what the fuck is her problem? What kind of sexual short bus was she thrown off of? My dick should be spitting the seeds of superlative potential all over her wispy bangs by now. She could be experiencing great anxiety over what people will think about my cum in her hair, but here she is blanching like an albino retard without sunscreen. I am losing my patience. “What is the problem, Miss. Steele?” I say through gritted teeth that only accentuate my strong jaw line, she is probably wet. “I’m a virgin.” What the fuck did she say? A virgin? Great, I could fuck a dead cat, fresh out of the microwave with more sex appeal. I better say something reassuring so she doesn’t know what I’m thinking “Yeah, baby.” There, that should do it.

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Lip Biting Will Undo Me

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“Mr. Grey.” she affirms. I am standing before her as she remains seated on my couch- my leather couch- my whale leather couch. There is only one in existence and it is in my office with her on it. I don’t answer her, I stand stoically, a reminder that her appointment is here. “I am nothing if not punctual, Ms. Steele.” I really wanted to say “baby” right there, but I will wait until I have entered her. I will tu her vous in no time. I realize that I should tell her that- it’s pretty clever. “I would like to make tu out of vous, baby.” Damn. I was going to wait to call her baby. Nonetheless, she gives me a smile, which I will take to mean she knows what I want from her- splintering rough sex. “Are you speaking French to me, Mr. Grey?” should I hit her now? No. “It was more of a professional courtesy, Anastasia.” I wait for her to bite her- ah, lip... “I am informing you of my intentions, but when you bite your lip that way- all I want is to steal that lip from you with my teeth and swallow your mouth.” She clenches her thighs together, while her breath catches on my words- my impressive words. “What do you suggest, Mr. Grey?”

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Bashful Sea Lion In Couture

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I haven’t seen the back of her before she sits on it. Shuffling through her notes with ghostly fingers growing from delinquent wrists, I long to remove my cartier tie and bind them behind her, leaving her to file her notes with her face. I get lost in the fantasy of her working through her papers like a bashful sea lion. 

I come to... hmmm cum... 

she’s talking to me- how dare she? 

I should fuck her mouth. 

Ah! This is an interview for her student paper. 

I have no idea what she asked when I answer  “I do what I want, Miss Steele.” She flushes and I become acutely aware of the back of my zipper indenting into my impressive length. I stand to finish announcing “...and what I want to do now is buy you an entire wardrobe at an exorbitant cost, baby.” She is stunned, her brows furrowing in such a way that makes me want to run my riding crop into her confusion, Oh yeah baby. Her lips part, reminding me that I have an appointment- with her face- I’m going to fuck it. “I wont except any gifts from you, Mr. Grey.” Did she say something? I can't tell, I was busy. I have my comeback already, having thought about it while she was talking. I make my voice particularly seductive (not that I need to) “Yes, and I’m going to fill you like a board meeting.” She blushes through hooded eyes that seem to say to me “I have never wanted anything more for myself than just the tip of your man hood.” She is humbled at the prospect of taking all of me- I can tell. 

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Christian Grey

This is "fan" fiction for the book Fifty Shades Of Grey.

It is based on one the worst I books I capitulated between enjoying and hating; Fifty Shades Of Grey. It is the literary equivalent of the second Sex And The City movie, which I may accidentally watch again. The following excerpts are written from the perspective of "Christian Grey". He is the main character in the original book, that is generally narrated by the female lead, Anastasia Steele.

  Christian Grey

 It was just another day in Seattle, grey, like my eyes. I remember to look in the mirror and see if they’ve changed at all. It’s a 3 minute walk across the office, where I have a mirror the size of an elephant. I should get a segway for my office- I am so rich. “Mr. Grey, Miss Steele is here to see you.” the obedient voice of a top heavy blonde comes over the intercom. “Send her in...” my tone gets soft and foreboding before I add “baby”. Sometimes I just have to say it- all the time. I get lost in my love for the word, when the door to my office opens and a lithe beauty trips in. Oh, she isn’t coordinated at all, what a clumsy baby (see.). I am captivated and swelling at the sight of her. She flushes under my powerful gaze- her face is suddenly a soiled tampon. If I were a vampire, I would bite her- hey, who am I kidding? I’ll bite her anyway. I’ll bite that baby.

 [To Be Continued...]