“You like what you see?” he asked hoarsely. I answered by sucking his cock into my hot mouth. He moaned and his knees nearly buckled as I sucked, gently cupping his balls and moving my finger to his ass. He stiffened when I got close to his asshole so I backed off, not wanting to freak him out right away. My mouth barely fit around his girth but I was a pro at sucking cock so I made up for my small mouth with plenty of tricky tongue and suction. I laved the head, nipped gently at the sensitive tip, and carefully drew his twin sacks into my mouth for a different sensation.
“Ohmygod,” he groaned, the words running into one another as his hips pumped against my mouth, his hands going to the back of my head to thrust against me. “Yoursofuckingamazing!”
Tell me something I don’t know. But it was still flattering to hear, nonetheless. I gripped his cock and worked it with both my hands and mouth until his groans filled the room, mindless of who might hear him and tattle that he was getting some strange when his girlfriend wasn’t around. A delicious thrill spiraled down to my pussy and juiced me good. Sucking cock and hearing how appreciative the guy was always made me wetter than a seasoned whore. I mean, who didn’t like getting a fat cock down their throat? Likely, frigid bitches. Like Sarah B.
I knew if I let him cum in my mouth, he’d love it but then it would be over and he’d be overcome with remorse and regret because Sarah B.’s frosty mug would appear in his mind and he’d trip on himself shoving me out the door. It was too wham-bam to remember with anything more than a fleeting flush of embarrassment and a fervent promise never to do it again. No, I needed to get under his skin. I needed him to be in a lustful frenzy of unquenchable desire so that when it was all over, all he could hear, see or taste was me.
I withdrew from his cock with a lingering, drawn-out suck so that his dick bounced from the suction when I finally let go. His cock glistened with my spit, and his balls were tight to the touch. “Don’t stop,” he begged on a groan. “God, don’t stop!”
“We’ve only just started,” I told him, wiggling out of my panties and tossing them at him. He brought the tiny scrap of lace to his nose and inhaled deeply. His gaze narrowed and I sucked in a tight breath at what I saw. I loved a man who got off from the raw scent of a woman. Men who got squicky over the smell of a pussy, weren’t men in my opinion. Once, I was with a man who thought my pussy was the best he’d ever buried his face into. Suffice to say, I let him eat me out whenever he felt the need. That tongue of his had never disappointed. I was curious to see how Bradley would fare. I walked to the sofa and sank down into the cushion. I moved the gun bag to the floor and then using the coffee table to brace myself, spread my legs to his wide-eyed stare. His gaze settled on my bare pussy and his breathing quickened. “Well,” I teased. “Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna get your ass over here and get a taste?”
He didn’t waste time and hustled over to me. Within seconds his head was between my thighs, pressing his tongue into my slick folds, and gripping my ass with both hands. He sucked my clit into his mouth, taking care to be gentle at first, though I could tell it took a lot of restraint on his part because his hands were shaking as he palmed my butt cheeks. He wanted to bury his face deep into my pussy but he was trying to go slowly, to build momentum. I threaded my fingers through his thick dirty blonde hair and moaned my approval. Lightening fast flicks against my clit coupled with his large fingers pushing deeper into my pussy, searching for that G-spot to rub and tease, had me breathing heavy and moaning. “Yesss, Bradley,” I encouraged, arching against the carnal assault, delighting in the surprising skill that I’d underestimated when I embarked on this little mission. “That’s the spot….there…yes…harder, baby,” I moaned, spiraling closer to that first orgasm.
His mouth worked my clitty, sucking and flicking, teasing until I felt that tell-tale building in my core, signaling that I was about to cum hard. My legs began to shake and his efforts doubled, knowing instinctively not to stop what he was doing. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out as the first wave hit me, washing over me like a tidal wave of pleasure, radiating out from my swollen clit that coursing through my body in tingling sparks and sizzles. I weakly pushed at his head and he withdrew, my pussy juices glazing his face in a way that made me want to wash his face with my tongue. I loved the smell and taste of my own musk. “Come here,” I instructed huskily and he obeyed without question, the hunger in his eyes kindling a new fire inside me. The trick to being a good fuck, was actually enjoying what you were doing. And I loved to fuck. I loved it every which way, in every hole imaginable. Two or three cocks were better than one sometimes, but today I was only interested in Bradley. And that single-minded focus had made me insatiable.
“You’re a God with that tongue, Bradley,” I purred, reaching down to grip his cock and pull him toward me. I launched myself at his mouth, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. I tasted sweet and musky. It was a heady aphrodisiac — not that I needed help in that department — and it only served to make me hornier than before I’d came. “Where’d you learn how to eat pussy like that? I thought all jocks were more of the wham-bam variety.”
“I wasn’t always a jock,” he admitted, bending to suck a pink, pebbled nipple in his mouth and draw hard. I cried out at the sensation and wrapped my legs around his torso. His cock jabbed at my flat stomach as if searching for a way into my body through any way possible and my pussy dripped with juices, ready to be fucked. “I used to be a band geek in junior high,” he admitted before switching to other nipple.
That explained a lot, I thought hazily, almost too lost to the pleasure to pay attention to anything else.
“What changed?” I asked breathlessly.
“Band geeks don’t get the girls and jocks don’t get tossed into trash cans.”
“Aww, were you thrown into a trash can?” I asked, laughing throatily as he pressed kisses down my belly to circle my navel with his tongue. He glanced up at me and gave me a self-deprecating grin that answered my question. “You poor thing,” I said, appreciating the view of his rock-hard ass and back muscles flexing as he moved down my body. “Well, no one is throwing you around now.”
“That’s right,” he growled and scooped me up. I shrieked playfully, loving this unexpected side of Bradley that I’d never imagined was lurking behind that dutiful boyfriend façade. He took me to his bedroom and tossed me to the bed. I bounced and giggled as my tits jiggled enticingly. “You have the best tits I’ve ever seen,” he admitted, his gaze hardly able to leave the twin girls perched on my chest.
“So I’ve been told,” I said.
He arched his brow as he joined me on the bed to cover my body with his. “You fuck a lot of people?” he asked.
“Enough to know what I like,” I answered.
“And what do you like?” he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Everything.”
He covered my mouth with his, dipping his tongue deep inside, teasing my mouth as he’d teased my pussy and soon I was wrapping my legs around him, urging him to fuck me before I died from frustration.
This time, he laughed and we rolled so that I was on top. “You like the view?” I asked, knowing full well he did. His hands came up to fill his palms with my tits and squeezed. I wiggled my hot pussy over his cock and he groaned. “You want to stick it in, baby?” I teased.
“Yes,” he gasped, jerking his hips so that his cock jammed against my hot core. I shuddered at the thick hard shaft, knowing when he finally slid it in, it would be nothing short of fan-fucking-tastic. “Condom,” he barely made the word out, pointing at the nightstand. I grinned and climbed off of him long enough to find what I was looking for. I tore the wrapper with my teeth, careful not to rip the latex, and rolled it onto his shaft.
“There,” I purred, eager to get to the fucking. “Now, you’re all ready for a little fun.”
“Fuck, let’s do this, baby,” he begged, his hands trembling as I climbed back on top. “You’re so hot, so perfect. I might cum right
here and now just looking at your tight body.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” I warned, closing my eyes as I sank down on his cock. The wide girth stretched me so deliciously that for a moment it was all I could do to just absorb the pleasure. “Ohhh God, Bradley, you feel so gooood! I love your cock!” He groaned in response as my tight pussy clamped down around him and I began to rock against his cock, pressing and rubbing that nicely curved dick against my G-spot. “Yes, Bradley, that’s sooo good. Perrrfect, baby! Fuck me just like that! Don’t stop!”
He grunted, the sound sending a dark thrill straight to my pulsing pussy as I rode his cock, and I loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my slick folds. I worked my pussy muscles, clamping down on his shaft with each thrust, and his eyes rolled back into his head as the muscles in his neck corded from the strain of extreme pleasure. A flush stole up my chest as I bounced on his cock, loving the way his cock slid in and out, the slippery juices of my pussy better than lube on the planet. I was wet and dripping. We were making a sloppy mess of his bed and I loved that I was leaving my mark on him, on everything.
“God, you’re so tight,” he gasped. “So fucking tight and hot!”
“That’s it, baby,” I cried, stiffening against the pounding pressure beginning to unfurl inside me. “I’m cumming!”
Different from the clit orgasm that’d ripped through me earlier, my G-spot orgasm radiated throughout my body, rocking me from nerve end to sizzling nerve end and I could barely stand the pleasure as it bordered on pain. “Ahhhhhh!” I cried out, jerking against his cock, mindlessly rocking against the pleasure as it coursed through me. “That’s it!”
Through my haze I heard Bradley groaning, pumping against me like a manic fool, losing all sense of himself. My body bounced, impaled on his cock, taking each thrust and wished he wasn’t spilling his cum inside the latex, but inside me instead. I wanted to feel his seed splashing my insides, coating me with his man-juice. I loved the feel of a man’s cum inside me, knowing we were as intimate as we could get without melding bodies. It was primal and raw, dirty and sweet. And I rarely got the chance to enjoy it because of the whole “safe sex” thing. I mean, yeah, I get it but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss a little jizz now and then. I slumped forward, breathing heavy, my tits hanging in Bradley’s face. He could barely catch his breath but he still reached up to suck a nipple into his mouth, as if he just couldn’t stop himself. I giggled at the tickling sensation then rolled off him.
I heard him pull the condom free from his spent cock with a slippery schlop and I grinned with a satisfied sigh. “You’re an amazing fuck, Bradley,” I said conversationally, turning on my side to regard him with fresh appreciation. He took the compliment with a blush, which only made me want to fuck him more. “Seems I should’ve been fucking former band geeks all this time.”
He looked away, his smile fading just a little. I suspect his conscience had just awoken and was battering at his good feelings. My hunch proved correct as he said, “I never do this…I’m not a cheater.”
I smiled in understanding, feeling just a smidge sorry that I’d manipulated him so easily but I was more interested in getting him hard again so we could go for round two than wallowing in misery over some perceived fault. “It’s a damn shame — almost a crime, really — to let all this talent go to waste,” I told him, letting my finger trail down his belly, bumping over each hardened abdominal muscle of his ridiculously hot six-pack, to gently tap his slowly awakening cock. “You fuck like a pro and I appreciate the talents of those who work hard and excel at what they do.”
He chuckled, risking a glance at me through lashes that were long and sexy. “You’re the amazing one. What you did with your mouth…” he shivered in memory as his eyelids fluttered shut. They snapped back open with a renewed fire. “It was inspired.”
I grinned, glancing down at his rapidly plumping cock. “Looks like you might be ready to go again soon?”
“I might,” he agreed, leaning forward to kiss me. I let him slip his tongue inside and touch mine, our tongues brushing against one another like dueling swords. Before long, his cock was fully erect, ready to go and I was impressed with his ability to rally. Most men needed at least thirty minutes but not Bradley — further proof that Sarah B. was a stupid bitch who didn’t know or appreciate what she had.
“Tell me what she won’t let you do,” I whispered against the shell of his ear as he sucked on the soft skin of my neck. I was game for anything; I’d pretty much done it all. There was nothing that would shock me but I’d hoped he’d beg for a little anal action. He gazed at me, biting his lip, unsure. “It’s okay. I won’t say no,” I promised silkily. “What do you want to do to me? I’m all yours…”
His large hands palmed my ass and gripped the flesh. His breathing turned heavy and I knew he wanted to fuck me in the ass. Chuckling with knowing, I urged him to tell me what he wanted. “Tell me, baby…tell me where you want to stick that big, bad cock of yours.”
“In your ass,” he admitted on a groan. “God, I want to fuck your ass so bad.”
“Then do it,” I murmured, challenging him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said but I could tell his cock was so hard, it’d turned to granite. It was taboo and something Sarah B. probably ran screaming from like a sissy who only allowed it missionary style, when she allowed sex at all.
I laughed at his concern. “Baby, you’re not going to hurt me. Not if you do it right.” I swung onto all fours and wagged my plump ass in his face, spreading my ass cheeks so he could see my waxed and bleached little starfish. “Put your tongue in there and work it like you worked my pussy and you’ll be off to a good start,” I instructed with a sexy grin and he didn’t waste another minute worrying.
Like a good sport, he buried his face between my ass cheeks and plunged his tongue in my ass. I groaned at the first feeling of something soft and wet pushing its way into my asshole, breaching me gently but insistently. He rimmed my ass nicely, lubing it up with his saliva until I was good and wet. “Ohhhh, Bradley,” I groaned, closing my eyes against the pleasure of being rimmed. There was nothing better than a tongue up the ass; it was wet and wiggly, soft and gentle but incredibly erotic. I’d learned about rimming from my high school math teacher. He’d been a boring lay until I’d discovered his penchant for ass play. Then he’d become more interesting. At least for a semester. But Bradley was doing a fabulous job of getting me hot and ready for his cock. In fact, I was practically squirming with need and desire within minutes. “Fuck me in the ass, Bradley,” I begged. “Stick it in. I want your cock, now!”
Bradley fumbled with the wrapper on a condom and quickly jerked it on. I wagged my ass before him, begging him to slide it in. He positioned his cock at my entrance and then slowly started to press forward. I closed my eyes and breathed against the initial resistance and then groaned in pleasure as my sphincter muscles allowed the breach. He pushed himself cautiously inside me, groaning as my ass clenched around him tighter than any pussy could ever be and I arched my back to really accommodate every inch of him.
“Ohhh God,” he gasped, gripping my hips to bury himself to the hilt in my ass. “So amazing! So tight, so perfect!”
I reached down to finger my clit as he slowly began to move inside me. My clit was already swollen and pulsing, ready to go off but now that I had a cock buried in my ass, it was doubly sensitive. If only I had another cock in my pussy, pressing against the cock in my ass…double penetration was like carnal heaven! But for the time being, I was happy with Bradley’s cock as he picked up momentum, rocking my body as he plugged my ass with his monster thick cock. “Slap my ass,” I gasped as I fingered myself. “Slap it hard!”
A sharp stinging slap against my cheeks caused me to suck in a tight breath and groan at the pleasure and pain mingling together. “Again,” I begged. I clenched my ass cheeks as another stinging slap sounded across my flesh, causing a flood of warmth to suffuse my ass as he started to really pou
nd my asshole. He was working it good, pumping into me like a beast and it was all I could do to hang on and take it. I worked my clitty faster, teasing that little nub until I was gasping and almost crying from the pleasure.
He shouted something unintelligible to the ceiling and I knew he was pouring his load into the condom. His thrusts became erratic and the knowledge that he’d blown his wad touched off a firestorm inside me. I came harder than ever before. I was shaking, crying, moaning, losing myself in the sensations as they crashed over me in endless waves of carnal delight. Bradley withdrew from my ass and we both collapsed on the bed. My hips ached and my knees protested but the cresting waves of pleasure blotted out everything else until they finally receded to tiny pulsing remnants of what they’d been.
It was several minutes before either of us could speak. Finally, Bradley struggled to sit up and pull the used condom from his cock. He dropped it into the trash and fell back against the bunched pillows. A moment after our breathing returned to normal and our heart rates had slowed enough to make a sentence, Bradley turned to me in earnest, saying, “I’ll break up with her if you just say the word.”
I smiled, both inside and outside, crowing just a bit. There was a sweetness about his offer that even I, a free-wheeling slut, couldn’t deny. But in the end, I knew I couldn’t do that to him. Frankly, I would destroy him. I wasn’t meant for monogamy but he was.
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