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.

A wave of panic, fear and revulsion swept over me. "I'm kissing a man!" cried my brain. "I can't do this!" cried my brain. I fought the urge to push him away and run away, forcing myself to get through the kiss. We kissed for a few seconds before he pulled away and smiled. "But," he smiled, "don't think for a second that means I don't want to fuck you. I laughed, and he bent over and kissed me again, causing me to have another panic attack. "Now," he said, "next question."

"next question?" He nodded. "We're still trying to tell the difference between you and your mother, remember?" I swallowed as he stared into my eyes. "Would your mother let the strange guy who kissed you put his hand on her knee?" Before I could kick, "no way," his hand moved to my knee and squeezed. "Well, obviously that's another difference," he grinned. "I, I think so," I stammered. "'Then I suppose your mother would never allow a stranger to put his hand higher up her leg?' he asked as his hand moved up to my thigh.

"Never," I whispered. "And she would certainly not let the guy kiss her while his hand was on her leg?" "No, she wouldn't," I whispered as his lips drew close to mine again. I closed my eyes as he kissed me again, this time with his tongue slipping between my lips. I felt all the oxygen pouring out of my lungs as he squeezed my leg and massaged my lips with his. His tongue slid along my teeth and with a touch I suddenly noticed that my tongue was reaching for his! "What am I doing here?"

I asked myself. "I kiss him back! I can't do that! I don't want to kiss a man!" Suddenly another sensation registered in my brain: the feeling of my hard cock against my pantyhose. "I'm hard?" I asked myself. "How can I be hard? I cannot be hard! Not from being kissed by a man!" A million thoughts flashed through my mind the next few seconds as I tried to analyze what I was feeling. I was still terrified and a little repulsed by what was happening, but there was no denying that I was also aroused and excited.

In a time that seemed like hours, but in reality only lasted a second or two, I began to understand. "He kisses me! He thinks I am a woman! He really does! He thinks I'm a sexy woman! Oh, God, I do! I've convinced him I'm really a woman!" When the kiss ended, I moaned softly, "Oh, God." As he put his other hand on my arm, he grinned, "It doesn't sound like your mother likes men very much.

"I, I don't think she does," I agreed. "Or sex," he added with a smile. "Especially sex," I nodded. "You sound as if you know that for sure," he laughed. I shrugged my shoulders. "We talked about it once." "Oh? Tell me about it." "I can't," I said. "There are too many people here who could hear me."

He came closer and said "Then whisper in my ear," he suggested. I leaned closer until my lips almost touched his ear. "Well, we were on our way home from a wedding party, and she had had a few too many drinks, and suddenly she said something about how the groom would probably expect the bride to put his cock in the bride's mouth. I said that was probably true and she said how awful that was and that she would never do it.

"But you don't think it's so terrible," he asked with a smile. "No," I swallowed, "I don't." As he stared into my eyes, his hand slid down my arm to my wrist. He lifted it when he asked, "What would your mother think of putting her hand on a man's tail?" he asked. Before I could answer, he had my hand on the front of his trousers. "She would find it terrible," I moaned. He bent over and kissed me again. "She would find it terrible," I added hoarsely as my hand began to caress the hard bulge in his trousers up and down.

He kissed me again and whispered, "I think we should go somewhere a little more private for the rest of this discussion. "How much more do we have to discuss," I asked quietly. His lips met mine again and I realized that I was no longer resisting. In fact it was now my tongue that slipped between my lips and reached for his! "Why not?" he asked. I asked myself. "I had tails in my mouth; why should a kiss be worse? After the kiss was over, Rick took a long look into my eyes and said, "Well, I actually only have one more question.

"What is it?" I asked breathlessly. He looked around, smiled and said, "Well, there are a lot of people here who shouldn't hear that kind of thing. He leaned closer to me and put his lips to my ear. "Would your mother have sex with this stranger?" My heart was pounding so hard, I could barely feel his had crawled any farther up my leg. It was almost under the hem of my skirt when I noticed it and quickly reached for it. "She wouldn't," I moaned and whispered in his ear, "and she certainly wouldn't suggest that a nice blow job would be so, so much fun.

"But her daughter would?", he asked with a huge smile. I nodded. "Yes," I hissed. "Oh, God, yes!" I reached out my hand and pulled his face towards mine and now kissed him hungrily. "I want you in my mouth," I moaned softly.

"That sounds great," he grinned. He kissed me again, then he stood up, took my hand and pulled me to his feet. "Come with me," he said. I offered no resistance and let him lead me through the corridor until we came to a small mobile phone shop. "Wait a few seconds and then follow me," he whispered and let go of my hand.

He walked a few steps into the shop and waved to an employee who was talking to a customer. He walked confidently past the counter and into a small door. I stared after him and considered whether I should follow him or turn around and run away. "You better hurry," I heard Kathy say behind me. "Maybe he can manage without you." I looked over my shoulder at her smiling face. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "There's a gorgeous, horny guy waiting for you! Go and enjoy him!"

Her comments drove me crazy. "Why not?" she asked. I murmured. "I've already gone so far. Why not try?" My eyes shot back to the clerk, who now focused on showing the customer a smartphone. She had her back to me, so I rushed past her and into the door where Rick had gone. He waited there for me and immediately wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard. "That's a I wanna fuck you kiss," he grinned.

I nodded and moved my lips back to his and kissed him just as passionately. "And that's a I-want-to-suck-your-dick kiss," I whispered as it ended. "Mmmmmmmmm, I think you win," he grinned. He took my hand again and led me through another door to a small toilet. He locked the door behind us, pulled my body against his and kissed me again. "He asked, 'Did you mean what you just said?

"Let me show you," I whispered back. I kissed his lips slightly and sank to my knees before him. I was so nervous that I could barely undo his pants, but finally I did it and pulled them down around his ankles. His white jockey pants were already bulging, and I drove along the contour of his cock with a fingernail. "That's so hard," I whispered. "So, so hard! Is it because of me?" "Of course it is," he grinned. "I've been so hard since the moment I saw you walk down the hall in that short skirt and fuck-me heels."

"I'm glad they worked," I joked, before taking his waistband off and down, dropping his shorts on the floor and freeing his erection. "Oh God", I moaned at the sight of his cock, "it's so beautiful!" I kissed tenderly the head of his cock and tasted the drop of precursor that was already forming there. "Mmmm", I moaned softly, "it's so good!" Now there was no turning back, even if I wanted to, but that was no problem, because turning back was the thing I thought of least. I licked his hard shaft up and down, kissing and sucking his balls before I devoured the head of his cock with my lips. I sucked gently for a few seconds before I pushed him deeper into my mouth. I looked up and saw him leaning back, both hands behind him resting on the small sink for support. His eyes were fixed on me, his mouth hanging open and gasping for air. "Do you like watching me suck your cock?" I asked as I gasped for air.

"I love it," he moaned. "Damn, you're good at this!" I smiled at myself, pulled him back into my mouth and started sucking again, keeping my eyes on his this time. "God, that's sexy," he moaned. "I love it when you look up to me while your mouth is full of my cock!" His encouragement was all I needed to convince me to swallow more of his cock. As he slipped down my throat, he moaned again and let me know how much he enjoyed my talents.

As I continued to work on his erection, my thoughts began to wander a little bit and think about what was going on. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I thought. "I can't believe I'm on my knees in a toilet, blowing a guy I met less than 30 minutes ago! I feel like a whore!" When that thought registered, I felt a twitch in my panties and realized how excited I was. "Oh God", I marveled, "I feel I feel like a whore!" My dick twitched again and my mind leapt forward: "I don't just feel like a whore", I suddenly realized. "I'm on my knees sucking the cock of a stranger! If that doesn't make me a whore, what does? Oh, God, I am a whore!" My cock felt like it was going to explode now, I was so excited. "I'm a whore! I'm really a whore!" went through my head and drove me even further into ecstasy. "I'm really a cocksucking whore!"

Just when I thought I couldn't get any more excited, Rick moaned again and grabbed my face in his hands. A second later, his hips pushed forward and his cock twitched and spat his load into my mouth. As I swallowed his sperm, my whole body trembled and I felt my own charge bubbling into my panties. I had to fight to concentrate on the still pulsating cock in my mouth: One splash after another, hot cum squirted onto my tongue until I wondered if it would ever stop. When it finally stopped, Rick let go of my face and fell back against the sink. While his used-up cock was still in my mouth, I looked up and saw him gasp for air with a huge smile, his eyes still closed on my face. "Wow!" he gasped, "That was incredible!"

"Yes, it was," I sighed as his soft cock slipped from my lips. I held him in both hands and kissed him as he shrank. "Thank you." "Anytime," he laughed. "I'm the manager here, so drop in anytime and you'll probably find me." "And you'll let me do this again?" I asked. He laughed. "Honey, I'd get a blowjob twice a day if you wanted me to. It might be fun to mix it up and fuck it once in a while, of course." I blushed and stuttered, "But what if I'd rather not fuck?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I have no intention of complaining or refusing one of these blowjobs, so no problem." I smiled at him. "That's good to know, I guess." He reached down, took my hands and pulled me to his feet. "I hope you mean it," he smiled. "I'd like to see you back here regularly." "Well, maybe you will," I teased. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see." After making sure the coast was clear, I quickly left the toilet and hurried out of the shop so as not to be seen by the employee who was still showing off telephones.

Kathy sat on a bench right outside the store and waited for me. "Well?" she asked and stood up as I approached. "I did it," I replied. "I really did it." She smiled broadly. "You really did it," she beamed. "I can smell his sperm on your breath from here!" "That's probably because he came so often," I told her. "He just hummed and hummed and hummed!"

"Judging by her smile, it doesn't seem to have bothered you," she laughed. I blushed again and replied: "I didn't notice that I was smiling, but no, I didn't mind. Kathy laughed again. "Is that your way of saying you enjoyed it?" "I, I think so," I admitted. "I must admit, I'm glad he bumped into me." She nodded and smiled again. "So, are you gonna look around for another guy or are you ready to go home?"

"I think we should go now," I said. "Why? What's your hurry?" I lowered my voice so far that it was barely above a whisper. "He's not the only one who's had an orgasm. I have to go home and change." "You came?" she gasped, much too loud. "What has he done to cause this?" "Nothing," I said softly. "You mean, you only came because you blew him?" I nodded. "Did you jerk off while doing it?" she asked.

"No. My hands were busy with his cock." "So you really had an orgasm just because you had his dick in your mouth?" "Well, it was a bit more than just being in my mouth," I protested. "Course it was," she giggled. "Let's change that to: You had an orgasm just because you sucked his cock?" I nodded confidently. "That's wonderful!" she clapped her hands and laughed. "You must really, really love cocksucking to get off! I love it! But what makes you think that's a reason to go home?"

"My panties and tights are soaked!" I hissed and tried to speak softly. "It'll be pretty hard to keep this a secret, especially in that short skirt!" "Oh, we can take care of that," she assured me. "Come on."

As I had no choice, I followed Kathy silently into the "intimate" section of a department store. After I bought clean panties and tights, she directed me to the bathroom to change. Once again, I faced the fear of venturing into the forbidden area and watched the door for several minutes. When no one came in, I decided that it was probably empty and made my move. When I got inside, I was relieved to see that I was right. I hurried into a cabin and changed, stuffed my clothes stained with semen into my pocket and put on the fresh ones. Fortunately I had changed and was on my way out before anyone else came in. Even then, the woman who entered the toilet only smiled at me briefly as we passed by. Of course Kathy was waiting for me. She led me to a bench where we sat down. "So tell me," she grinned, "how do you like being a total slut?

"Is that what I am?" I swallowed. She laughed. "You just sucked off a total stranger and had an orgasm. Yeah, I'd say you're a slut. Are you ready to chase some more cock?" "Actually," I said sheepishly, "I'd like to go home." "Go home? "Go home? Why? We have so much fun!"

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