Sexy Suzi 2 E-Book

Aiden Kelly

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Sexy Suzi
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 101

Beschreibung

On Sunday morning I woke up with the feeling that Kathy's fingers were running up and down my panty-covered cock. When I looked at her, she grinned and purred: "You have such a beautiful clitoris, Suzy! I love it." "Really?" I asked in surprise. "Oh, yes," she smiled. "It's such a nice big clitoris! No wonder you're always so horny!" "Big?" I swallowed. "Yesterday you said it was pathetic!" "No, honey, I said my husband's dick is pathetic, and it is. Why his dick isn't bigger than your clit! Of course, what makes a big clitoris is still a tiny, ridiculous little dick. With a man, that would be ridiculous. With a cunt like you, it's perfect!" I blushed when she kept rubbing my erection. "Are you horny, Suzy?" she asked. "Oh, yes," I sighed. "That feels so good!" "Do you want to cum?" "Oh, yeah," I sighed again. "That's nice," she purred. "I'd like you to come too." "Would you?" I smiled. "Oh, by all means," she smiled. "But not like that." She pulled her panties away from my groin. "I think you have to earn your orgasms. It's so much more fun, and this way they're so much more satisfying, don't you think?" "I, I think so," I moaned. "Well," she grinned and patted my bulging panties. "Let's get on with it, then. I have a lot to do today. I can't wait for you to work on earning those orgasms. I'll make breakfast while you shower and shave and put on makeup." It took a good ten minutes for my erection to go down while I was showering and shaving, and even then it was so stiff that it was hard to put it away when I put it on. Eventually, however, I managed to finish my make-up and get dressed. When I finally made it into the kitchen, Kathy smiled and said, "Oh, you look good! You're getting really good with your make-up!" "Thank you," I smiled at her again. "So, what are these big plans you were talking about?"

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Sexy Suzi 2

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

Thank you for purchasing my book.

Sexy Suzi, is an erotic short novel.

But now for my actual person. My name is Aiden Kelly. I was born in 1982 in Dublin, Ireland. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories. And that's what I do now.

I don't adhere to any set conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Aiden

Sexy Suzi 2

On Sunday morning I woke up with the feeling that Kathy's fingers were running up and down my panty-covered cock. When I looked at her, she grinned and purred: "You have such a beautiful clitoris, Suzy! I love it."

"Really?" I asked in surprise. "Oh, yes," she smiled. "It's such a nice big clitoris! No wonder you're always so horny!" "Big?" I swallowed. "Yesterday you said it was pathetic!" "No, honey, I said my husband's dick is pathetic, and it is. Why his dick isn't bigger than your clit! Of course, what makes a big clitoris is still a tiny, ridiculous little dick. With a man, that would be ridiculous. With a cunt like you, it's perfect!" I blushed when she kept rubbing my erection. "Are you horny, Suzy?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I sighed. "That feels so good!" "Do you want to cum?" "Oh, yeah," I sighed again. "That's nice," she purred. "I'd like you to come too." "Would you?" I smiled. "Oh, by all means," she smiled. "But not like that." She pulled her panties away from my groin. "I think you have to earn your orgasms. It's so much more fun, and this way they're so much more satisfying, don't you think?" "I, I think so," I moaned.

"Well," she grinned and patted my bulging panties. "Let's get on with it, then. I have a lot to do today. I can't wait for you to work on earning those orgasms. I'll make breakfast while you shower and shave and put on makeup."

It took a good ten minutes for my erection to go down while I was showering and shaving, and even then it was so stiff that it was hard to put it away when I put it on. Eventually, however, I managed to finish my make-up and get dressed. When I finally made it into the kitchen, Kathy smiled and said, "Oh, you look good! You're getting really good with your make-up!" "Thank you," I smiled at her again. "So, what are these big plans you were talking about?"

She handed me a plate of eggs and toast on it. "Are you still horny?", she asked. "Very", I nodded. "Horny enough to take your game up a notch for me?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I think so." "Good," she beamed. "I'm so proud of you!" "I'm glad," I smiled as I worked on the eggs, "I think What are you up to?" She smiled. "I want to help you take another step to discover how sexy you are." "O -- K," I said slowly. "What does that mean?"

"It means I want to take you back to the mall. I think being outside and seeing how well accepted you are is the best way to show you how sexy you are." "I think I can handle it," I nodded. Kathy's eyes sparkled. "You don't think that's all I'm going to do, do you, darling?" I swallowed. "What else?" "Well," she said, dividing the word into at least five syllables, "I want to work on your confidence, so I'm not going with you this time.

"You won't?" "No. This time you'll walk around alone. You won't need me to hold your hand anymore." I imagined myself wandering around the mall alone, shaking slightly. "Well," I swallowed, "that's scary, but I think I can handle it." "That's what I like to hear," she said. "Now comes the fun part."

"The funny part?" I was gasping for breath. "Is there any more?" "Of course," she grinned. "Just walking around the mall isn't very exciting. Remember, you're trying to get an orgasm. There must be a challenge." "And the challenge is?" I asked tentatively. "I want you to pick up a man," she grinned. "What?" she asked. I gasped even louder than before. "You can't be serious!" "Oh, yes," she grinned. "Trust me, the way you look, it'll be much easier than you think. It won't be long before you get hit on. When you do, I want you to play along. Let him know you're a slut and that you're horny."

"But, but if I do this..." "He'll try to help you with your problem," she grinned slyly. "Plus, you'll get your orgasm." "Kathy, I can't!" I swallowed. "Who knows what will happen if a man finds out that I'm not a real woman?" "Then don't let him find out," she said calmly. "There are many things you can do well as a woman. Just make sure it doesn't get into your panties or bra, and you'll be fine."

"What happens if I don't get hit on?" "Well," she shrugged, "as long as it's not because you're chasing them away, I can't blame you. But I don't think there's much chance of that happening."

I finished breakfast, trying to calm my nerves. I thought about refusing to leave, but my past experience told me that Kathy would not hesitate to withdraw the threat to expose me, and that if I tried to resist, it would make her demands even more outrageous. So, less than an hour later, I climbed out of the car in the mall parking lot and tried not to shake like a leaf. "Go ahead," Kathy commanded. "I'll just follow you from a safe distance and enjoy the show."

Over the next two hours, I walked around the mall doing my best imitation of a lonely woman window-shopping. I wasn't even remotely chatted up, but I interacted with enough people to assure myself that no one thought I was anything but a woman in a miniskirt. When my feet started to hurt from all the walking in the pointy heels, I decided to get a cup of coffee and sit down for a few minutes. I had just picked up my order and was about to turn around to go to a table when a guy behind me, who was apparently concentrating on his mobile phone, bumped into me. The impact knocked my cappuccino out of my hand and onto the floor, where it bounced and fell out. "I'm so sorry!" he apologized quickly. "I am such an idiot! Did he spill on you?"

"No," I assured him. "Not a drop. It's okay, honest." "All right, I'll buy you a new one," he offered. "It's the least I can do." "That's not necessary," I told him. "Maybe not, but it would make me feel much better," he insisted. "Please?" he said. "All right," I smiled. "If it would make you feel better." "Great!", he beamed. "What did you want to drink?" "A chocolate mocha." He glanced at the puddle on the floor, which the mall maintenance guy was already cleaning up. "With whipped cream, I see," he smiled.

"Of course", I smiled back. "That's the best part." "Why don't you go and get a table," he suggested. "I'll get the mocha and bring it to you." "OK", I agreed and found a place to sit. Since it was lunchtime, the food court was crowded, but I managed to find a table at a corner booth that had an L-shaped bench. A few minutes later my new friend appeared, carrying two cups. "I hope you don't mind if I join you," he said.

"Of course not", I shrugged as he slid onto the bench next to me. When I opened the drink, I said, "By the way, my name is Suzy. "By the way, Suzy, it's nice to meet you, even if it meant making a fool of myself. I'm Rick." "Nice to meet you, Rick," I smiled back, "and you didn't make a fool of yourself. It was just a little accident." "Well, thanks for being so understanding," he smiled. "But, honestly, if being a fool is enough to meet a pretty woman like you, then it was worth it.

I felt myself blushing. "Thank you," I could say. I wanted to sip the mocha, but the whipped cream got in the way, so I immediately got a white moustache. "There," I giggled, "now I've embarrassed myself with the stupid whipped cream. Now I guess we're even." I dabbed the cream off my lip and stared at the drink, trying to figure out how I could drink it in a ladylike way. Finally, I decided the best thing to do was to take the whipped cream off, so I stuck my finger in and then moved a finger full to my mouth. As I sucked the cream off, I saw Rick's eyes bulge, and I realized how unintentionally erotic my actions had been. As I basked in his stare, I decided, "what the hell," and repeated the action, this time intentionally being even more erotic as I sucked the cream.

Rick swallowed, obviously influenced by my little gesture. He took a sip of his coffee and swallowed: "I, I hope you're not upset, but I have to ask you something. "What?" he said. I smiled. He lowered his voice to a point where it was barely audible. "Are you... a prostitute?" he asked. "Are you a prostitute?" he asked. I was suffocating. "Of course not. Why would you even ask that?"

"Please don't get upset," he begged. "It's just... well, it's just you look so hot in that skirt and those shoes, and what you did with the whipped cream was so sensual and suggestive... and, well, I don't usually drink coffee with a woman as sexy as you. I was just wondering if you were sitting with me because..."

"Because I'm a whore?" I asked. He nodded and blushed. "Well, I'm not," I said firmly. "I'm sorry," he said again. "It's just the way you're dressed and all..." Instinctively I reached out and patted him. "It's okay, I understand." I shrugged. "I have to admit I'm dressed a bit provocatively, but not because I'm a whore. I mean, I may dress and act the way my mother wouldn't approve, but it's because I enjoy being a little slutty, not because I'm a whore.

He laughed. "So you're saying you're a slut and not a whore?" "Exactly," I laughed back. "I guess it means I do for fun what a whore is paid to do." He laughed again and I could see him relaxing. "So you got me interested: What kind of things do you do that your mother wouldn't approve of? "Oh, many," I paused, angry at myself for having opened this line of conversation. "For example?", he insisted. I shrugged my shoulders. "Like having coffee with a man I've never met before." He smiled. "Oh, come on, even your mother could do that. It's not much."

"You don't know my mother." He laughed. "OK, let's try it this way. Since you won't give information voluntarily, let me try the direct route." "The direct route?" He smiled. "Would your mother allow the stranger to kiss her?" "Never", I said, shaking my head. "Well, would you?"

I nearly choked on my coffee. I was about to say no when I saw Kathy walk behind Rick and wink at me before she sat down at the next table. Knowing she could hear everything I said, I was trapped. "Well," I swallowed, "maybe." "Maybe"? What does that mean?", he asked. "It means maybe, if it was the right kind of kiss," I stammered. "If it was a gentle, tender, friendly kiss and not a French kiss because you want to fuck me."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted having been so blunt, but Rick left nothing out. "I can live with that," he smiled as he bent over and put his lips on mine.