As soon as I got home from sneaking into his bedroom, I sent him a text saying, “That was so much better than I expected! I hope I tasted okay?” He responded, “salty, with a hint of sweetness. I loved it.”

“Well next time I get to taste you,” I text back, “night love you.” His response came back quickly, “wait, wait, wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I decided to leave him excited and wondering all night and went to sleep.

I woke up to multiple texts from him asking what I meant, if I meant what he thought, and saying there’s no way I meant what he thought, I was too much of a good girl. We had already made plans for the day, so I only text back “see you soon where we agreed to meet.”

I met up with him about half an hour later and told him there was a change of plans, I needed him to get in my car. I drove him to the river bottoms and told him I was having a picnic. I grabbed a blanket out of the back of my car, held his hand and started guiding him along the trail next to the river. I didn’t tell him this, but I was looking for a spot we could get off the trail.

Finally I found one. A small, barely noticeable path leading off the paved trail. “Stay here,” I told him, and I left with the blanket to follow the small little opening in the trees and bushes It led down to a spot, not far from the river, where there was an opening from the trees and bushes. I laid down the blanket, took off all my clothes other than my panties, and yelled up to him, “okay, come on down.”

When he got down to me, he stopped, staring at me. “You like what you see?” I asked and grabbed my boobs playfully. He nodded his head and came over and started kissing me and playing with my boobs. “Wait,” he asked, “I thought you said we were having a picnic? Where’s the food?”

“You must have misheard me, I said I was having a picnic. Not that we were having a picnic.” With that, I dropped to my knees, pulled down his basketball shorts and boxers and started sucking his already hard cock. “Take off all your clothes and lay down,” I ordered. He of course did as I asked. I got down on all fours not over him, but next to him, with my face close to his dick and my pussy still covered in panties by his head.

Without another word, I started sucking his massive cock. I tried taking it all in my mouth but immediately hit my gag reflex. I knew he was going to be too big to fit it all in, so instead I started sucking as much as I could. My head bobbing up and down on his cock. He kept moaning and begging me not to stop, oh I had no plans to stop anytime soon. As my head was bobbing up and down my eyes were locked on his balls. I realized I’d never given his balls much attention and started playing with them with my hands.

He moan and told me to keep going. I kept playing with his balls with one hand, and started stroking the base of his cock where I couldn’t get my mouth with my other hand. Suddenly I felt him pull down my panties, “I want to look at your pussy while I cum,” he begged. With my mouth occupied, I wiggled my ass and pussy in reply.

Suddenly one hand was grabbing my tits and nipples. I expected to feel his fingers on my pussy, but instead I felt his hand slap my ass HARD. “I always thought you were a good girl, but I was wrong wasn’t I? You’re a fucking dirty girl aren’t you?” I realized then and there that I LOVED being called a dirty girl. All I could do was moan “mhm.”

He slapped my ass again and when I moaned he said, “oh maybe you aren’t just a dirty girl, maybe you’re a slut! Are you a slut?” I moaned and nodded without stopping bobbing my head up and down on his cock. He gently rubbed my ass and told me I was his good little slut. Then suddenly another spank, harder than the rest, I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Another hard spank, “but I want you to be more than my slut, I want you to be my own personal whore!”

I’d never been called a whore before. I always thought it was an insult that I’d hate. But then and there I realized, it was a compliment and I was desperate to show you what a good little whore I could be. I kept sucking his cock, playing with his balls in one hand. With the other hand I grabbed his hand on my tit and showed him to squeeze it harder.

As he was squeezing my tit he kept spanking my naked ass. The idea someone could be walking by and hear me get spanked was thrilling. All too soon he moaned, “I’m about to cum, if you don’t want it in your mouth you need to move.” Instead I kept bobbing my head up and down like a good little whore. I was surprised to feel his balls flex in my hand, I thought only his cock flexed. As his balls flexed, he pushed my head down, his cock pushing into my throat and he started shooting ropes of jizz into my mouth and throat.

“Drink my cum you perfect little whore,” he ordered. Before that I wasn’t sure if I was going to spit or swallow, but like the good little whore I am, I swallowed every last drop.