"The Taste Tester" by Dave Robenson

This is probably the weirdest thing I've encountered while hooking up with a girl. I've been with a lot of girls, but this one sticks out the most. Probably because it happened recently. I don't know if I'll forget this story though, its odd.¼div>

Anyway, I met this girl back in my hometown last summer and found her²elatively¡ttractive. She was a mid-June. I think I friended her on Facebook and we started chatting. We soon exchanged numbers and began texting. Shes one of those girls that keeps a texting conversation going for like, twelve hours. Texts turned to sexts. Anyway, she found out what I did to a friend of hers years before and decided to stop talking to me.¼/div>

Two months later, we find each other in the same city. We were both attending school and started talking again. Stupid®onsense´exts. Kind of boring. I call her and invite her over before I go hangout with another girl later in the night. I was expecting her to deny me. She didn't. I knew she wouldn't deep down. I give her directions to my humble abode. Then half an hour later she is standing at my front door. Being the gentleman I am, I let her inside.

We watch CSI: Las Vegas. The only CSI as far as I'm concerned. If you like CSI: NY you should die, that way CSI: Las Vegas can have another episode. After a little bit I start to get bored and wonder if I can get her to actually preform the tasks she said she would in the sexts from two months ago. We are under a blanket and for some reason she had her head under there too. I think I offended her and she was "hiding". Being cute, I put my head under there too and move in to kiss her. Shut down. No reaction. Nothing. I felt like a 13 year old kissing aannequin. I couldn't let this happen. It had never happened before. I'd never been turned down. I debated what to do. I decided to try again. I moved in and the second time was the charm. She takes the bait.

We started making out for a bit and then she stopped. She wasn't sure if this made her a whore. I told her no but in my head, I was saying yes. We continue and things get interesting. Clothes hit the floor and before I know it, we are naked. Going at it. Shes fucking loud. I am convinced my neighbors heard everything. I'm lucky I don't live in an apartment. If a police officer was patrolling my 'hood he would have stopped at my house to make sure a crime wasn't being committed in my house. She blows me, which was amazing. She takes the top spot on that one. I finish and she takes it all like a champ. She looked like she enjoyed it. Little did I know that look was some kind of foreshadowing.¼/div>

I am sitting there relaxing. Her head is on my lap. Not even ten minutes goes by and she decides shes not done. We start going at it again. I'm thinking to myself, "How the fuck am I going to cum again?" I know I don't have a quick recharge, or at least not that quick. I'm panicking. She starts jacking me off while I finger her with my perfectly³culpted¦ingers. All of the sudden, between her touching my cock and screaming and moaning I start to feel a tingly feeling in my belly. I'm going to cum. Its a miracle. I alert her and she makes a strange request. Actually, it wasn't really a request, more of a demand. She tells me to finish on her. I couldn't hold it anymore and BLAM, all over her stomach and chest. It was like a shotgun blast of seamen. I¤etach¦rom her clasp and kneel next to her. Then, all of the sudden, she dips her pointer finger into the largest pool to cum and raises it to her mouth and sucks it off. Like she was fucking taste testing syrups at IHOP. It was comparable to a cop cutting open «ilo of coke, dipping his finger in and licking the blow off just to test the quality. I was blown away. I didn't know if it was sexy or weird. I tired my hardest not to laugh¼span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">right©n her face.

I stood up, cleaned off and got dressed. She did the same and said she had to go. I didn't put up a fight. Before she left, she asked me to keep our encounter a secret. I promised. I even pinky promised. Right when the door shut I ran to the phone and called the two best friends to tell them the story. The three of us concluded that I needed to keep this lass around for a few more weeks. We need to document each encounter to rank her sexual deviant level.¼/div>

I kind of want to sever ties sooner rather then later.¼/div>

Edit: I need to sever ties now. Today I got the text saying she is an¡lcoholic¡norexic and needs someone to talk to. I can't be that person! I'm not strong enough!

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