The Making of The Huntress

by Sherry David

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  Chapter 3 Paper Perfect

  My next relationship was with a very nice, maybe even too nice guy named Stanley. The name probably conjures up a visual of a very nerdy guy and he was a little nerdy. This was my first and last workplace relationship. Stanley was an average looking guy who asked me out one day after I engaged in a conversation with him at a party thrown by another co-worker. I was really just trying to be nice to Stanley because I noticed he spent a lot of time by himself during the party not really fitting in with the other guys from our company. It had been over a year since I’d broken up with Lou and I had been on a few dates but things never went further. It had taken all of that time and maybe even more for me to heal from breaking up with my first love. Stanley was totally different from Lou and all the guys I was usually attracted to. I won’t say that I liked bad boys but I did like men that had an edge to them.

  Unfortunately, Stanley was as round as he could be, he definitely had no edges about him. So although I was prepared to say no to going on a date with him, I thought to myself maybe I needed to try something different and before I knew it, I had said yes to a date with Stanley Yates. Our first date told the story of what a relationship would be like with us. Stanley showed up promptly to pick me up and I kept him waiting for thirty minutes. I had decided we should go bowling instead of a movie since it would give us a better opportunity to get to know each other than a movie would. After bowling Stanley took me to a very nice restaurant. Over the next two months, I continued to go on “nice” dates with Stanley where the furthest we had gone physically had been him getting the nerve to start kissing me on the lips goodnight. To say I was concerned whether or not there would be any physical connection between us was an understatement. Due to Stanley’s nice and proper ways I knew I would have to be the one to initiate further physical activity.

  On our 15th date after coming back from a comedy show I let Stanley come into my place and before the night was over into me as well. So we were sitting on my couch watching TV when I started to kiss Stanley. This time I made sure the kiss was really intense and made sure my 36DD’s were pressing up against him. To this day I laugh when I think about it, Stanley was like a 16 year old boy getting his first shot at sex and scared to death he might do anything to mess it up. With my breast pressed against him I felt his lips start trembling, so I climbed on top of him and sat in his lap with our faces touching. It may seem weird but his reaction seemed to turn me on, I had a lot of experience with one man and he had very little experience with several women. I knew immediately I was going to rock Stanley’s world and while he was already doing a lot for me after tonight he would be at my beck and call.

  I begin grinding my hips while sitting on Stanley’s lap and quickly felt a rise from Stanley. This definitely encouraged me more so I kissed Stanley all over his face like only a good girl would. Then like the naughty girl I was, I reached down and began rubbing his cock area. This served a dual purpose, Stanley seemed like he was about to lose control from it and I was able to judge the size of his cock. After having been with a 9incher like Lou I couldn’t imagine sex with an itty bitty man. It appeared Stanley didn’t quite measure up to Lou but I could definitely work with it. Before Stanley knew what was happening I had pulled my blouse off and he was staring at my DD’s like a kid trying to choose between cake and cookies. “Do you like what you see?” I said. Stanley could barely talk but managed to get out “Oh yes”, “Well take off my bra!” I said with a coy smile. Stanley’s eye’s seemed to triple in size but he managed to put his hands behind my back and started unhooking my bra. I really wished I had worn a front hook bra since Stanley seemed to be struggling with the hooks. I remained patient and used the time to start lifting his polo shirt over his head. I began kissing and biting his neck then rapidly went down to his nipples and began to alternate between circling them with my tongue and flicking my tongue back and forth against them. “Awwww, Awwww” Stanley began to moan after finally getting my bra off, and then he awkwardly attacked my breasts with his mouth.

  Unfortunately, I realized this would truly be a teaching session, where I had been used to having a sexual vibe with my partner where we were just in sync. “Go slow baby I love the way your tongue feels on my breast” then I was like “Alternate between sucking and biting my nipples, I like a little pain with my pleasure.” At least Stanley was a good pupil because he did exactly what I said and managed to make it feel pretty good in the process. I felt like some kind of instructor but knew Stanley was still a man so I would have to be careful with his ego or he wouldn’t be able to perform well. I proceeded to unzip his pants thus freeing his fully erect penis the only problem was that Stanley’s penis had a serious curve. This meant I would have to make some adjustment to my position on his lap, so I moved slightly more to the right in the direction of his curve. “Do you have a condom?” I asked. He said yes and fumbled to take it out of his wallet. I immediately opened it slightly stretching the tip to ensure we were fully protected. I proceeded to put it on him and quickly inserted his crescent like penis into me.

  His penis felt really good inside me, I think the curve worked in his favor. I moved up and down slowly making sure to grind my mound into him each time as I came down. Stanley began sucking my breast again as I leaned back pressing my flat palms into his shoulders. Surprisingly, I was enjoying this, it certainly wasn’t the unbridled passion I had experienced with Lou but it felt pretty damn good. After 20 minutes of alternating between slow grinding and fast humping, I started to lift up so that I could reposition myself facing away from Stanley. While I was making my adjustment Stanley asked “Can I please taste you?” that question almost ruined it for me. I was disappointed that he didn’t just pick up my lower body and pull my wet twot to his face instead of asking if he could taste me then laying me down on the couch to do it. I didn’t want to discourage Stanley so I just went along with it, and unfortunately his oral game required coaching as well. It’s really hard to try and present a good girl image while telling someone ”Slow down, More Pressure, and Hold it right There. In the middle of giving commands I had to simultaneously pray that he wouldn’t literally eat my vagina while trying to prove himself. I finally grew impatient but told Stanley I couldn’t wait to have him back inside of me and I proceeded to get up and bend over headfirst into the couch. I had two ideas in mind with going into this position, first I wouldn’t have to watch the extremely eager look on Stanley’s face and second I thought being behind me might loosen him up allowing him to get buck wild the way I liked it. Mission accomplished, Stanley felt a lot more in control from the back and began pounding me so hard I thought I would be pushed through the couch. Stanley’s curvy penis managed to find my G-spot easily and that made me cum so hard I thought I wouldn’t be able to cum again. Once I had cum Stanley uttered “That’s what I was waiting for, now it’s my turn” and with a few quick thrusts he did just that.

  It seemed throughout our relationship Stanley was always waiting for me and I was constantly testing the limits of his patience. On paper Stanley was a great catch, financially stable, he treated me like a queen and his patience with me seemed to have no end. Of course though that wasn’t enough for me, I felt the relationship lacked real passion. Consequently, I found myself testing Stanley to see if he had any buttons that I could push. Believe me at twenty-four and still a bit immature pushing buttons was quite easy for me. There were times when Stanley should have been upset with my behavior and the lack of consideration I showed him but he would always tell me no problem and state he wasn’t mad. There was one particular time where I was supposed to go to dinner with him at his parents’ house and he had been reminding me for a week that we had to be on time because his parents were very particular about things like that. Well Stanley showed up to pick me up and found that I wasn’t home when I arrived a full hour late, not even dressed for the occasion it looked like the vein on the side of his head was going to burst. I gave an insincere apolog
y that came with a bogus excuse and he bent over and kissed me stating “It’s okay, I could never be mad at you.” Stanley’s words were completely contrary to his facial expression. At that moment I knew another relationship was biting the dust.

  I eventually decided that Stanley would end up killing me either because of his stored resentment towards me due to my inconsiderate behavior or because he found me cheating on him with someone whom I could feel passionate about. The breakup was hastened when in early December I found out that Stanley was planning to propose to me on Christmas day. Knowing how much he liked to make me happy with his extravagant gifts I knew the ring was going to be extremely hard to say no to. Instantly, I was in a panic, how could I marry a man I wasn’t in love with and I really started to believe he would inevitably end up killing me. So less than two weeks before Christmas I did what I had to do and ended my relationship with Stanley. He was completely sideswiped with the breakup since we had never even had an argument during our year plus relationship. This too was a really hard breakup because Stanley had given me a sense of security and stability unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I knew Stanley loved me but that wasn’t enough for me, I needed and wanted more.

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  Chapter 4 Out of Control

  My recovery from this breakup came much quicker than when Lou and I had broken up. This once again confirmed to me that I was never really in love with Stanley, he had simply become comfortable to me. By that April I was moving full speed ahead to the third relationship of my life. This relationship would impact my life the most and for the longest time although the relationship would not be a lengthy one. While waiting in line with one of my girlfriends to see a movie, this very cocky guy walked over to me and introduced himself. That was the beginning of the book of Matthew but unlike that book in the bible there was nothing holy or inspiring about this chapter of my life. Matthew’s nickname was Matt and our relationship started out hot and heavy. Matt represented a lot of firsts in my life as I will point out as I recall the tragedy that was us. First there was his age, he was 2 years younger than me where my former beaus had both been older than me by at least 5 years. From day one Matt seemed completely enamored with me and constantly showered compliments on me. In fact, I was sooo caught up in his charm that by date three we were pulled over in an empty field sharing our first sexual encounter. I was driving Matt home from our date (because he didn’t have a car) when he started touching my breasts, and before I knew it he had unzipped my pants and was giving me the best finger fuck I had ever had. My body was literally shaking because of what was happening and perhaps even more so due to where it was happening, in my car. I was shocked and yet very turned on. Just as quickly as the finger fuck had begun he suddenly bent down and put his head in my crotch and the licking began. I almost crashed us into a cement wall because I had totally lost control and could no longer drive safely, so I pulled into an empty field. There are a lot of empty fields here in South Carolina. Matt didn’t waste any time nor did he want to allow me time to think about what was happening and possibly put up any resistance. Matt gave me head unlike anything I’d ever felt before, stopping only to tell me how sweet I tasted. This was the passion I had missed in my previous relationship with Stanley and I had once shared with Lou. Once Matt had made me come twice he finally came up for air and pretty much commanded me to take off my clothes.

  I was having an outer body experience where I saw myself removing my clothes but at the same time I couldn’t believe I was doing that in a car in some empty field. Matt quickly removed his clothes as well and I licked my lips at the sight of his broad shoulders and 12 pack abs. Matt was incredibly in shape and spent quite a bit of time working out, certainly it was working for him and now for me. Butt- ass naked we proceeded to the backseat and commenced to full-fledged fucking, there was no lovemaking this was like sexual warfare. Matt was thrusting his penis into me fast and hard and I was matching his thrusts with a wanton abandon that I didn’t even know I was capable of. Every cell in my body seemed to be on and jumping like I was going to experience some sort of metamorphosis and I kind of did. That night I found out that I was an exhibitionist, although Matt was fine and fucked like a champion athlete, a big part of my arousal was the fact that we were fucking out in public where it was entirely possible that we might be seen or someone was already watching or hearing us. When I thought the situation couldn’t get crazier Matt jumped out of the car and went to sit on my hood, then told me to come here. Now keep in mind we were both completely naked but I didn’t even hesitate, I just went and got on the hood. Crazy can’t begin to describe us because it was at that moment that Matt decided to incorporate love-making into it. He proceeded to spread me on the hood and started sucking my breast like a hungry newborn seeking that life-saving milk only his mother could provide. Next he again went down on me causing me to make noises that sounded less like a woman and more like some kind of wild animal. Matt laughed and stated “I like the way you’re showing me how good it feels.” I couldn’t say anything it seemed like I couldn’t slow down enough to talk and I didn’t want to talk I just wanted to keep enjoying what I was feeling. How we managed to finish without the cops showing up I don’t know because several times we saw cars pass by and it seemed like their headlights were shining right on us yet we couldn’t stop.

  Definitely Matt was the wildest sex I’d ever had and that was just the beginning. We kept pushing the ante by finding new places and new things to do with each other sexually. After that night I couldn’t get rid of Matt, whenever we weren’t working he tried to be right up under me and I do mean up under me. Seeing how the relationship was new and I was 25 I found it extremely flattering and even thought Matt must really be in love with me. WRONG! Within four months of knowing him he had just all but moved into my apartment and was even driving my car. My feet were finally touching the ground again and I realized besides work I really hadn’t spent any time with anyone but Matt in these last four months.

  I received an invitation from one of my good friends to go come to a party she was throwing at her place and I promptly said yes. Matt and I were in a McDonalds drive thru when I casually told him about the invite and just as casually he said No, We’re Not Going! I laughed thinking surely he was joking with that quick response in which he answered for both of us. “You may not be going but I am definitely going.” I stated and he responded again “No you’re not, neither one of us is going do you really think you’re going to a party without me?” Again I told him in no uncertain terms that I was going to that party and that he was my man not my father. “BAM” was all I heard but I felt the definite sting of Matt’s slap across my right cheek. Momentarily, I was in shock, I could not believe what had happened, soI let go of the wheel and just started hitting him. At the top of my lungs I yelled for him to get out of my car. A look of fear appeared across his face and my heart was racing a mile a minute as I wondered what was going to happen next since I had never had a man put his hands on me like that. Matt started immediately apologizing and trying to promise me that it would never happen again. “I know it will never happen again with us because I am through with you” then I screamed for him to get out of my car or I would create a scene so that the police would be called. Matt quietly got out of my car and started walking away with his head down and his shoulders slumped.

  The next day Matt sent flowers to my job and when I arrived home that evening he was there once again stating how sorry he was and he didn’t know why he had done that but it would never happen again. I just screamed at him and told him to get away from my place before I called the police. Matt was driving a car I didn’t recognize so without any further incident he walked to it and drove away, but then came the calls. Matt called my phone relentlessly and since I never answered he left me countless messages saying the same thing. It’s funny the same friend who’s party he didn’t want me to attend was the same person he reached out to begging her to talk to me for him. Unfortunately, she did j
ust that and I decided after a few weeks he had learned his lesson and would never again think about putting his hands on me. WRONG! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming my friend for my decision because at the time I was in love with Matt and only stayed away from him for the two weeks because I thought it would be enough time for him to think about what he’d done and ensure it didn’t happen again.

  Fast forward about one month after we reconciled and I was facing another physical encounter with Matt, only this time he was trying to choke me to death. It was a Saturday and I had of course been with Matt that morning then I went to work out and run some errands. While I was out Matt had called me several times which was really aggravating to me but I just made sure to end the calls quickly. Upon arriving back to my place that afternoon Matt wasn’t there he had gone to play a game of basketball with his cousin and some friends. After sitting there for about two hours I decided to go and visit a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. While in the house talking to my friend I hadn’t realized it but Matt had been trying to call me. Unfortunately for me, I had left my cell phone in the car and missed all ten of Matt’s calls.

  When I arrived home Matt opened the door before I could put my key in the lock and he literally jerked me into the house. Matt began questioning where I was and who I had been with and then he stated “Vanessa I swear if you’re cheating on me I’m going to kill you”. I was outraged and scared at the same time but of course me being me I couldn’t keep my mouth closed. I told Matt I was at a friends and that’s all he needed to know. The look in Matt’s eyes told me I had just said the wrong thing. Before I knew it he had hit me knocking me to the ground and then started choking me. I was trying my best to fight back but he had a death grip on my neck and I felt like I was about to pass out. Miraculously Matt stopped choking me and once again started apologizing and telling me that I made him do that because he loved me so much and couldn’t stand the thought of me being with another man.