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... want to do to me?” I said, and he said, “Fuck you, make you feel good, nut in you.”

My heart started racing, and before I could talk myself out of it, I said, “We have to be really quiet, I have neighbors on either side of my apartment, and they know nothing about this, understand?”

He replied, “Won’t make a sound. You might, I won’t.”

So I replied, “Come get this pussy. How long will it take you to get here?”

He replied, “This app say I’m 743 feet from you, I’m walking, leave now, see you in 5 min. Maybe less.”

Holy shit! This guy is in my apartment complex! My heart was pumping furiously, I ran into the laundry room and grabbed a sheet to lay over the bed, lit some candles, pulled out my rubbers, lube, poppers, and a dildo and put them all on a nightstand. I went to go make a drink, when I saw I had a message.

“Here”

I walked to the door, opened it, and there he was. Larry was a brutish man. Blunt features, thick, but not fat, and said nothing, just smiled and walked in. I told him to make himself at home in the bedroom, that I had to freshen up, and asked him if he wanted a drink.

“Water,” was all he said, and started walking towards the bedroom, “Thanks.”

I scurried off to the kitchen and made myself a vodka & tonic, and grabbed a bottle of water for him. I stopped off in the bathroom to fix my makeup and strip out of my clothes. I put a babydoll nightie on over my bra and panties, freshened up my lipstick, took a series of deep breaths, and ...

... headed to my room to go see Larry.

I had a small Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand, and shuffled my “Sissy Bitch” playlist, (which by now, if you’ve read my other stories, know the list consists of Britney, Rihanna, Iggy Azalea, Nicki Minaj, Madonna, etc. Various slutty girly pop). Larry was laying on the bed, totally flaccid, completely naked, and holding my dildo. I started to try and make small talk.

“So, Larry, I’m Katie, how are ya?” I said, as I pranced daintily to the other side of the bed and laid down next to him.

He didn’t say anything, he just motioned for me to come closer, and as I did, he wrapped his big arm around me and pulled me close. He put my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beating hard, and hear him breathing nervously. From my vantage point, I could see his soft cock in a nest of public hair. Cocks are amazing, in the sense that as I looked at his, it was nothing to be intimidated by. The head of his cock was well defined, but it was essentially deflated. I tried to talk to him some more.

“So, you’re doing alright tonight, daddy?” I whispered, and he murmured something that sounded like, “mhmm,” then reached down to his cock with his other hand and started pulling on it. It remained relatively small looking, as he flopped it around from the base. I reached down with one of my hands to grab it as well, and he made a motion with the arm he had around me that I took as a signal to start working on it, and I obliged.

I started kissing ...