Nympho Nerd

Once more, I had to satisfy my cravings.

I found this self-described “nympho nerd” online. After she received my screening information and deposit, she sent me her address in the city. Finding a place to park during twilight was a chore, but I finally located a vacant spot. I walked a few blocks to her residence, rang the doorbell, and waited for her to answer.

“Sophia” finally came to the door and let me in. She doesn’t look like your stereotypical escort. With her black-framed glasses and nose ring, she looks like a gamer girl. Her pink dress accentuated her hourglass figure and ample bust. She’s bubbly and a little flaky. After a brief introduction, she told me, “I’m into the green” and showed me her considerable collection of pot. We sat on the couch, her long legs strewn across my lap. She took out her tablet and showed me some clips from PornHub she had been masturbating to. “Girls like porn, too, you know,” she said. She also attested to the efficacy of semen as a facial moisturizer. Then she said straightforwardly, “I’m too horny.” We went up to her bedroom.

My hands wrapped around her waist as we embraced. “I’m not an actress – I’m a slut!” she unexpectedly exclaimed. I grabbed her squishy ass. I then undressed and lay down on her bed. She crawled between my legs. I ran my hands through her long hair as she gave me a long, wet, sloppy blowjob, with considerable attention paid to my balls. Then she reached for a condom. She got on top and bounced up and down on my cock.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck….”

I strained to prolong our coupling, but I soon found myself emitting a husky groan. But Sophia wasn’t done. After cleaning me up, she worked on getting me hard again. It didn’t take much effort. She applied another condom and then bent over, giving me a view of her cute behind. I penetrated her, slapped her ass, and energetically fucked her.

“Oh yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah….”

Driven by instinct rather than by any spiritual impulse, my hips gyrated furiously as I felt my balls smack against her flesh. Overcome once again by my animal passions, I thrust deeper and deeper until I was spent. My body spasmed. and a guttural groan signaled my release.

Afterwards we made awkward conversation. She enthused about her latest performance playing Assassin’s Creed and talked about watching King of the Hill stoned. When the hour was up, I excused myself and prepared to leave. She continued to talk, mentioning that her ambition is to own a dispensary in Colorado. I finally made it out the door into the warm summer night.