Schoolgirl fucked in alley
I need to write about the most unbelievable, sexual man I have ever met, who is now a surgeon living relatively near me.
We met in a bar in Melbourne when I was 22 and he was 35. He was in his first year working as a qualified orthopaedic surgeon and I had just finished a degree in science and commerce, pretty and smart? eh? Ha, we started talking to each other and within five minutes there was such an insane chemistry between us that I knew I was gonna go out with him, within a week I genuinely believed that I was going to marry him, we were like 2 pieces of a jigsaw that just fit together. He was not only insanely smart, but he had this unusual perception in that it felt like he could almost read my mind. My friends were quite disconcerted by it, because they felt like he was looking inside their brains. Sometimes I would ask him, "what am I thinking?", and more often than not he was right, it was just weird, and as a result of this he had some kind of unusual presence and charisma and hold over me that I have never ever felt before or since. Hopefully that makes sense.
After one year together, during which time we found we were sexually and mentally so compatible, that it was not funny. I still had my old schoolgirl uniform from high school (I was 4 years out), and his fantasy was to dress me up in my schoolgirl uniform, and take me into town holding my hands. When we did this people would look at us with absolute disgust, and call him a fucking pervert, but he just didn't give a shit. And whenever I heard it, my fucking little cunt just started leaking more.
I did the schoolgirl routine a number of times with him, and it always ended up with him taking me down some filthy laneway in Melbourne, and pushing me up against a grubby wall and fucking the shit out of me until we both came. On some occasions, he would bend me over rubbish bins, pull my skirt up and fuck me until he spat his filth in my cunt. I would then let it all drop out onto the lane and go home with him as nothing happened. I never ever wore panties when I was dressed like this, and my skirt came to the top of my thighs. Sometimes when he was fucking me in the laneway, older women would look down and called him a fucking pervert and tell me to "get back to fucking school you filthy slut", and all it did for us both was make it even more pleasurable.
I'm sure they all went home and rubbed their fucking fat hairy dried up cunts thinking about it. Whenever we arrive back home, we literally could hardly get through the door before he was on top of me again.
We did literally everything in the bedroom two people could imagine doing, and he was the only man I have ever felt truly and totally uninhibited with. He was just a fucking animal in the bedroom, as I was, but kind and generous and loyal outside of it. I never even dreamt of cheating on him, because he had some weird power over me. He has a Tony Soprano aura, but some surgeons do.
He would hold my hair while he was fucking my face and he would choke me, and I would stand over him and piss in his mouth, and then sit down and make him eat my fat clit (some of you lucky men and women have seen it) until I squirted my girl jizz in his mouth. I would spit in his mouth, and he would spit in mine calling me a filthy dirty cunt slut.
I squirt a lot. He really used to get off by fucking me up the arse and making me suck his cock, he was just a fucking animal, and I loved every bit of it. Sometimes he would piss all over me, and as he did it his cock got harder and harder, until he bent me over and fucking railed me with it. He would also fill my tight little cunt with jizz, and I would make him eat it all out.
After a year, he was going to the United States to do further training and he was desperate for me to come with him. I was desperate to go, but due to my age, I felt too insecure to go. I know that if it had been two or three years older I would have gone. For the first year I felt like I was missing a part, and he kept asking me over, but the long and short of it is I never went, and he stopped asking. He ended up back in New Zealand with a wife who literally looks like she could've been my sister. I knew that he had literally chosen someone almost identical to me. It is the only decision that I made in my life that I have truly regretted, not going.
I never caught up with him again after that but thought of him all the time, and often wondered whether he was the same. I know where he is now as a friend of mine recently said they had seen him as a patient, and it brought the whole thing flooding back, to the point where I am now almost obsessed about seeing him again. I have been literally wanking continuously ever since I heard about him again.
I have finally decided that I'm going to contact him again, and fuck his brains out for another weekend, and his wife can go and fuck herself.
Stay posted, darlings XX
We met in a bar in Melbourne when I was 22 and he was 35. He was in his first year working as a qualified orthopaedic surgeon and I had just finished a degree in science and commerce, pretty and smart? eh? Ha, we started talking to each other and within five minutes there was such an insane chemistry between us that I knew I was gonna go out with him, within a week I genuinely believed that I was going to marry him, we were like 2 pieces of a jigsaw that just fit together. He was not only insanely smart, but he had this unusual perception in that it felt like he could almost read my mind. My friends were quite disconcerted by it, because they felt like he was looking inside their brains. Sometimes I would ask him, "what am I thinking?", and more often than not he was right, it was just weird, and as a result of this he had some kind of unusual presence and charisma and hold over me that I have never ever felt before or since. Hopefully that makes sense.
After one year together, during which time we found we were sexually and mentally so compatible, that it was not funny. I still had my old schoolgirl uniform from high school (I was 4 years out), and his fantasy was to dress me up in my schoolgirl uniform, and take me into town holding my hands. When we did this people would look at us with absolute disgust, and call him a fucking pervert, but he just didn't give a shit. And whenever I heard it, my fucking little cunt just started leaking more.
I did the schoolgirl routine a number of times with him, and it always ended up with him taking me down some filthy laneway in Melbourne, and pushing me up against a grubby wall and fucking the shit out of me until we both came. On some occasions, he would bend me over rubbish bins, pull my skirt up and fuck me until he spat his filth in my cunt. I would then let it all drop out onto the lane and go home with him as nothing happened. I never ever wore panties when I was dressed like this, and my skirt came to the top of my thighs. Sometimes when he was fucking me in the laneway, older women would look down and called him a fucking pervert and tell me to "get back to fucking school you filthy slut", and all it did for us both was make it even more pleasurable.
I'm sure they all went home and rubbed their fucking fat hairy dried up cunts thinking about it. Whenever we arrive back home, we literally could hardly get through the door before he was on top of me again.
We did literally everything in the bedroom two people could imagine doing, and he was the only man I have ever felt truly and totally uninhibited with. He was just a fucking animal in the bedroom, as I was, but kind and generous and loyal outside of it. I never even dreamt of cheating on him, because he had some weird power over me. He has a Tony Soprano aura, but some surgeons do.
He would hold my hair while he was fucking my face and he would choke me, and I would stand over him and piss in his mouth, and then sit down and make him eat my fat clit (some of you lucky men and women have seen it) until I squirted my girl jizz in his mouth. I would spit in his mouth, and he would spit in mine calling me a filthy dirty cunt slut.
I squirt a lot. He really used to get off by fucking me up the arse and making me suck his cock, he was just a fucking animal, and I loved every bit of it. Sometimes he would piss all over me, and as he did it his cock got harder and harder, until he bent me over and fucking railed me with it. He would also fill my tight little cunt with jizz, and I would make him eat it all out.
After a year, he was going to the United States to do further training and he was desperate for me to come with him. I was desperate to go, but due to my age, I felt too insecure to go. I know that if it had been two or three years older I would have gone. For the first year I felt like I was missing a part, and he kept asking me over, but the long and short of it is I never went, and he stopped asking. He ended up back in New Zealand with a wife who literally looks like she could've been my sister. I knew that he had literally chosen someone almost identical to me. It is the only decision that I made in my life that I have truly regretted, not going.
I never caught up with him again after that but thought of him all the time, and often wondered whether he was the same. I know where he is now as a friend of mine recently said they had seen him as a patient, and it brought the whole thing flooding back, to the point where I am now almost obsessed about seeing him again. I have been literally wanking continuously ever since I heard about him again.
I have finally decided that I'm going to contact him again, and fuck his brains out for another weekend, and his wife can go and fuck herself.
Stay posted, darlings XX
12 months ago