In life we use various phrases that mean one thing to one person and another to someone else. Sometimes a phrase means something, then an event happens and the meaning of the phrase changes. The phrase Fuck Me, is one of those phrases that has changed for me. This is how it changed for me.
It was a cold a cold winter evening. During the day I had been digging dirt from a hillside that had fallen onto a public sidewalk. I had to clean it off. The pile of dirt had a lot of vegetation on top of a mound of heavy wet muck. I was shoveling it up and placing the mud into woven bags. I would the put the bags in the truck and hauled the bags to another property that needed some fill dirt. At the end of the day I took a shower but my body was asking for something else.
A nice massage would be good. There are several massage parlors nearby. Usually these places are known to be were you can get sexual services as well. It is interesting that physical exercise tires the body, but at the same time increases sexual desire. My penis was full and plump just thinking that I might get some touching during the massage.
It was already dark and the lights of the businesses were warm and inviting. I could get something to eat if I wanted, but I was really craving some physical contact with a human. I park the car around the corner, as if someone I knew would see my car and then ask me what I was doing there. Yes I am getting a burger. Do you want to join me? No I don’t want to have that conversation. There are three massage parlors. I first walk by all of them, looking with a side long glance to see if they were busy, or if there were a bunch of guys waiting on a bench, or if there were some ladies all getting their feet massaged while talking to each other. The place I chose has nice pink lighting. I walk in. It is nice and warm. There is a couch to the left. There are two women sitting there. One was an older woman, and a younger super skinny girl with long straight black hair gets up to greet me. Hello honey. Come here, and she takes me by the hand and leads down the hallway to the first door on the left. She looks at me and asks me what I want. She motions with her hands and arms in a gesture that indicates an in and out motion. She tells me how much, and I put the cash along with a condom on the table. I get undressed and lay face down on the table. She starts massaging my back. I can feel her standing next to me. She massages my legs. It feels really good. She reaches her hand up between my legs and touches my balls. My penis is hard. She stops, and leaves the room and comes back with the hot towel. It feels so nice on my back. She dries me off and gives me a gentle touch over my back and legs, rounding up my butt and then down between my legs. She tells me to turn over.
As I am turning over she pulls her dress off. Takes her underwear off and hangs it on the hook behind the door. I look at her. She is super skinny. Small tits. Almost flat with tiny nipples. Her pussy was shaved, and the nice pink lips around her cunt are so inviting to my hard dick. She says to me, Fuck Me. Yes, that is what I want to do. I don’t think anyone has ever told me Fuck Me in such a commanding way. She really wanted me to fuck her. I am standing there. She takes the condom, opens the package, takes the condom out carefully. She knows the correct way to roll the condom on my hard dick. I alway have to try one way and then the other when I try putting a condom on. What is the way to put it on so it easily unrolls down my hard dick. Probably I should pay attention, but usually I want to get it on my dick and insert into the waiting warm pussy as soon as possible. I wonder if these girls go to a training on how to put a condom on a hard dick. Do they practice with a stick or do they just put it on so many different hard dicks that it doesn’t matter what they look like? In any case my dick is protected with its rubber sheet.
She lays back sideways across the massage table. Her head is up against the wall. She picks her legs up and places her feet on the table. Her legs are like arrows pointing the way for my dick to find its way in her soft pussy. In my mind her words “Fuck Me” repeat. Yes. I want to fuck you. And I slide my dick into her. It feels soft and warm. She says, yes honey. She makes a bigger sound than what I would expect, from a first penetration. Is she acting and saying the words of a script that she uses with all her customers? It might be, but the words “Fuck Me” are so powerful in their simplicity. Yes I will fuck her. I start to move in and out of her. The table is bumping into the wall with a rhythm of my thrusts. I am thinking, what song is that? I recall it is “Fuck Me”. I know the rhythm well. Soon the beat speeds up. Her head is hitting the wall. I try to move her sideways on the table, but she just slides down so her but is hanging over the edge of the table and her legs wrap around me. I continue my song, with the beat getting stronger. I can feel my penis swell. She is continuing to say honey, honey, but each time she says that my mind replaces the word with “Fuck Me”. It is so delicious. I lean over and kiss her tiny breasts. Her nipples are smaller than mine. Her long black hair smells of a familiar shampoo. She has sort of a happy smile, and at the same time a bit of disconnection from what we are doing. Yes fuck me. It is automatic. I thrust hard and I cum. It feels great. I pull out. She grabs a tissue and checks the reservoir tip. She says, nice honey, and gave my dick a final squeeze as she slips the condom off. She pulls her dress on and goes out the door quickly. I think she had to piss. I look at her underwear hanging on the back of the door. I pick them up and smell them. I hear about guys getting off on girls panties. I think it sounds sexy. I smell them. They smell like tide laundry detergent. Ok I don’t get it. It doesn’t do much for me, but I remember her words, “Fuck Me”. That gets me off. I finish putting my clothes on. I thought, did she forget me? Should I take her underwear as a souvenir. No, that would be stupid because the best souvenirs are the ones we remember, and I received a souvenir that evening that I will never forget. Those words “Fuck Me”, when my dick is thick and hard. She came back into the room. She reached up and grabs her underwear. She leans against the wall, picks up one leg, slides her leg into her panties and then the other leg. It all happens in an instant, her finishing dressing. For me, it is another souvenir for me to remember that skinny woman with tiny tits. As we are leaving the room, she holds my hand and hugs me close. She asks me if I will come again tomorrow. I said I would. I really liked fucking that girl.
I leave and go to another event that night. I felt good, my bones were massaged and my boner all emptied.
The words “Fuck Me” me will never be the same. It is interesting that the next morning, I fuck my girlfriend, with the words “Fuck Me” repeating in my head. Then I go back to see that skinny woman again. It happens that she gives me another phrase that changes my perspective, but also changes my view of my performance in sex. Which I will tell about in another story in sex fiction.
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