Miss Goody Two Shoes - Sex Stories

Miss Goody Two Shoes

"Come here you dirty little slut!" I didn't think I'd been beckoned in a worse way, and though the vile manner in which I was spoken to, caused a rush of juices to pool inside my lower lips, my arousal was still a secret. "Fuck you!" I said and turned my head back to my laptop. In my head, my wise voice, the one who always gets an opinion, but rarely makes any real difference, spoke the words. "What a cunt! Don't you dare give him a thing!" "I already said 'fuck you!' I silently respond. "I don't need your wisdom, I know a cunt when I see one!" The voice in my head was like my learned big sister. Except nowhere near experienced enough to give me advice on such things. Just a fucking voyeur in my life, Miss Goody Two Shoes, I had come to know her as, always muttering those words in my own familiar voice, "I told you so!" except I always threw the word "fucking" in the middle. The anger of whatever situation I was being told "I told you so" for, made me do it. "Deny it all you like baby! I know you love it!" he said as he placed his beer can on the table and clumsily stood up. "Look what you've done to me," he said unbuttoning his fly and removing his hard cock from it's dormant position inside his tight pants. I looked at it of course! Who wouldn't? I find that you can never predict the size of a man's penis, whether he be tall, short, black or white. There was really no telling until you clapped eyes on it, and usually then, it was too late to back out, regardless of it's ...

... status. His cock happened to be big. "Typical!" I thought, or rather 'said' in my head and Miss Goody Two Shoes fucking loved that. "So fucking what if it's big!! He's still a cunt! I can't believe you're actually slut enough to consider fucking such a prick just because he's hung like a donkey!" she said in a really high pitched urgent voice. I turned my head away as if she, the wise relentless voice might actually belong to a person in front of me, someone I could turn away from. It helped actually! It gave me a moment to think. I basically needed a good fucking, there were no two ways about it. Obviously I'd rather not fuck a complete wanker, but I'd invited him back. My mind had been altered by drugs and booze and I obviously hadn't realised what a cunt he was. I'd been feeling the love so to speak. "So tell him to leave!" Miss Goody Two Shoes piped up, and I did consider it for a moment. I also considered how put out he might be, since he'd walked the mile home with me. After all, it's not his fault I didn't realise he was a cunt, he's probably always been that way! Maybe he thought I was into cunts! Then I considered the implications of just allowing him to fucking brutalise me with that thing and immediately, the whore in me was winning hands down. I could almost feel the length and girth of it. If I insisted on doggy style, I wouldn't even need to look at him. 'I'm certain guys do it all the time,' I reasoned. Miss Goody Two Shoes was bowing her head in shame for me now. ...