"I loved it so much when you fucked me from behind before, so let's do that again," she asked. She put herself kneeling at the edge of the bed this time, with me standing on the floor next to the bed, as she guided me in once again. "Put a foot up here next to me!" she asked once I was inside. This made it a slightly different angle but the feeling was so different! I could feel the front of her pussy wall pressing along the underside of my cock, it pressured me in just the right way that I almost came straight away.
"Oooh, this is nice," I told her. "But it will make me come quick!"
"Well slow down a bit and enjoy the feeling," she responded. I did slow down for a while but it must have been getting too much for her also, as she started to push herself on and off me. This made me increase my pace until I was close to coming. She could tell by my breathing, and spun around and took me in her mouth as I came, spurting down the back of her throat. Some spilled out the side of her mouth though as she greedily took it all, her eyes moving between watching my cock as she withdrew it from her mouth, and my eyes as she sucked it back in. She pumped my cock slowly in and out of her mouth sensually, ensuring there was not a drop left.
It was a great way to finish of the night. We soon lay down and fell asleep, rising the next morning for breakfast and a little caressing, but after the night before neither of our bodies could go another round.
We both parted ways in the car park after checking out, but not before after another session of kissing. When I got home I had emails from her with the pictures and footage taken on the camera the night before. I watched videos of her mouth on my cock, my tongue on her clit, and my cock sliding in and out of her. I couldn't wait for what the next week at work would bring...
The End.
Feeling Dirty
She didn't want to go to the wedding. She didn't know the bride at all and the fact that she had been in school with the bride's mother did not help the situation. She was 4 days away from her 39th birthday and the more she tried not to think about it, the more nothing else seemed to matter. She spent the afternoon effectively alone. Typically, she did not feel old but somehow watching the young girls dance and frolic and generally throw themselves at the young boys made her heart ache. All she wanted was a man. She was not particular. He needed to have a penis and a set of car keys to get himself home. Was that too much to ask?
An hour passed. The toast came and went as did a plate of chicken and tasteless gravy. It wasn't until the cake was being cut that she was finally approached. From behind her she heard a voice. She closed her eyes and made a wish. 'A young boy that needed teaching, a divorced dad that needed company.'
She turned to find a ruddy complexion, grey hair, and a belly that pushed open his suit jacket. He mumbled something about dancing and asked a ridiculous question about her going to school with the bride. She asked if he had a room at the hotel. He said no. She told him to get one.
His kiss was warm and dry and tasted of bourbon. All the better. He made quick work of undressing to an undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts. It was almost funny, she was in a movie and he was the ridiculous John. She was the desperate hooker pushed to the breaking point. Suddenly, it was better. Somehow it was hotter. She really thought she was being as slutty as she could get, but she was wrong.
Suddenly she was not scraping the bottom of the barrel. Suddenly she wasn't the desperate old hag bedding the only man that would talk to her. She had been waiting for him to undress her, anticipating old fumbling hands struggling with the buttons running down the front of her dress. Instead she slipped around the bed. She remembered the kitten routine she had played as a girl. She licked her lips. She undid the buttons herself slowly. He hung on every movement.
She crawled to the end of the bed. She should have been nervous but he looked so ridiculous how could she be? "Do I get to see Mr. Winky?" Did that really come out of her mouth?
She pulled him to her and pulled down the silly half boxers. Okay, here was a challenge. Sure, she hadn't been with a lot of men, and sure she was no MTV sex goddess but truthfully, was he just not turned on by her. He wasn't uncooked bacon but he was somewhere between hamloaf and wilted vegetables...
"What's wrong, baby? Doesn't he like me?"
"Oh.. He likes you! He likes you!" he reached for it himself yanking on it. Jiggling it up and down.
"Poor Mr. Winky, Do you think he's like me to suck him."
"Oh! Yes! Yes he would."
She slipped his limp member into her mouth. Sucking it, it started to move. She reached around to his ass, it was fat and shapeless. She pinched it and the cock started to come to life. "Oh, there we go. He's so fat! Don't choke me!" she cooed at him. It helped to keep her from laughing.
She lost herself in the moment. Somehow she let everything slip from her mind. She licked, she sucked. She worked the short fat cock between her lips. It was gross. It was dirty and naughty. She wasn't just "fucking some guy." She was sucking off a stranger. She was a dirty little slut and he was coming.
"Oh, don't do that." She said and squeezed the small cock.
He whimpered like a dog.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" Puppy dog eyes.
He whimpered again.
"Do you want to take me from behind? My pussy is sooo wet for you!"
Again, the whimper, but she pretended she didn't hear. She climbed onto the bed on all fours. "Do you like my ass?" He was rubbing her. She reached between her legs and slid her fingers over herself. She was surprised by how ready she was. She felt him slide a fat finger into her. She took it easily. Such a dirty little slut. His fingers were clumsy but it didn't matter. He poked at her pussy and she buried her face into the bedspread.
She moaned for him. She coaxed him on. "Oh like that, baby. Make me cum!" and he worked his fingers faster. She thought of how it looked. Her ass in the air, a fat old man stabbing his finger into her. "Oh, fuck that pussy big boy. Fuck me hard!" The dirtier the better. The dirtier she was the closer she was. "Oh give me your cock, fat boy, fill up that wet cunt!" It came quickly. It surprised her. It wasn't earth shattering. Her legs didn't shake but it felt good. "Come on baby, you wanna fuck me, don't you?"
He felt bigger in her than she expected. He was heavy behind her and as he started to pick up his pace she started to feel it. She was a bad girl and she was getting fucked by a stranger. She felt him slap against her ass. "Oh yeah, do it to me. Do me big boy!"
She was rocking now. Deeper! She wanted him in her deeper. She could only get so close. Grunting, she begged him. "Harder!"
She was a dirty whore. "Fuck me!" she was pleading now. She pushed back at him. He was slowing. God damn it! She could hear him gasping for breath. She didn't think about it. She wanted it. She had to come.
"Get on the bed!" Lying on his back didn't get rid of the immense gut. She straddled him pushing her eyes closed. Somehow she could never be on top without thinking of the word humping. She pushed herself down on him. Please don't give up on me. She pushed her eyes shut and rocked on him. She was so close! It was coming up inside of her. He was grunting. She pressed herself down onto him and she was there. Grinding herself down onto him she thought of popping it clean off inside her. The orgasm hit her like a slap to the back. It was quick but powerful. She waited for an aftershock and rocked back and forth on the fat round man hoping it would come. A moment or two passed and she knew she was done.
She climbed off the bed. She was all too conscious now of the sight of him. She couldn't help but feel that she had to get away. Nervous, bordering on panic she paced back and forth, finally retreating to the bathroom. She leaned over the counter, the light off, she couldn't really think. Her head was swimming, her legs were numb. She really couldn't feel anything except the warmth in her aching to break loose.
She touched herself and felt it again, the electric charge running down her back and through her thighs. She slid her finger over herself and found her clit. Firm and raised, begging. She took it in her fingers. Her knees shook and
she locked them. She laid her chest down onto the sink, the cold marble pressed to her nipples.
Roughly. She pinched. She pressed. Her feet cramped and she dug deeper into her clit. She pictured someone behind her; she pictured his cock in her ass. She gasped.
She tugged.
She pressed harder.
She pinched.
She gasped louder.
Her orgasm started in her calves, pulled tight. Up her thighs it shot until it seemed to spin in circles through her body, a tremor pulsing through her teased pussy, finally working its way as a warmth that moved slowly up her chest, within her breasts, finishing as a slight blush in her cheeks.
She flipped on the light. Her hair was a tangled mess. Sweat was beaded on her forehead. She couldn't remember ever looking like this before. So delightfully dirty. What a dirty little slut you are! As she straightened her hair she couldn't help but be slightly confused by how proud she felt at this particular moment. Looking back into the mirror she smiled.
"Where are you going?" She was truly just curious. He had somehow managed to roll his fat ass out of the bed.
"I uh... I have to..." Oh, she had no use for bullshit.
"Nevermind." The room was really quite comfortable. She stepped out onto the small balcony. For the first time in years she really needed a cigarette. Instead she stood in the setting sun, the warmth on her bare chest. He was leaving without even saying anything.
"Hey! You just walking out?" Not that she wanted him to do anything different, she was just a little pissed that she wasn't the one blowing him off. What kind of slut did he think she was? What if she really was a dirty little hooker? Her heart skipped a beat just at the thought of it. "It's 900. I think you should make it an even grand."
"Huh?" Oh what a wonderful look. He was positively terrified!
"Yeah, a grand, big guy. I don't want to have to call my pimp downstairs, he'll be angry at both of us!" Are they really even called pimps?
"I uh... I uh..." he fumbled into his wallet. Fuck? He was really going to pay her. "I didn't know, I swear. I uh. I have $600" He handed her the money. It was warm. Fuck-ola!
"Get the fuck out of here." She admired herself in the mirror. She really never had seen her naked body like this. Her shoulders back, her breasts pressed out. Where was her belly? "Make sure the room is paid through tomorrow, asshole!"
The door slammed.
She was hungry, a little thirsty, and just a little bit worked up still. She showered and pulled her dress back over her head. She didn't bother with her hair but it was definitely an evening for lipstick.
The bar wasn't crowded but there were a fair number of people sitting around at tables. She took a spot at the end of the bar. Yes, she had intentionally sat next to the tall man in the sportcoat with the full head of hair. She smiled at him. He smiled back.
He leaned towards her. Curious she leaned back.
Quietly he spoke "If you are on the clock I need to let you know I'm a cop."
Slowly she turned to him, smiling. She lifted the white wine to lips, took a sip. Leaning in closer to him she tipped her hand and let the chilled wine glass empty into his lap.
"Now that we have that over with, my name is Melody."
"I am so sorry," his embarrassment evident, he pushed back from the bar as if to get up.
"Stay, I'm sorry too." She smiled and held his arm. "Besides I need another glass of wine."
What a dirty slut she was going to be today.
The End.
The Wonders of Friendship
Lea was on her way downtown to meet with her best friend, Melinda. They met often, as best friends do, so that wasn't the reason why Lea felt butterflies on her stomach. The thought that this was the most nervous she had ever been in her 24 years of life crossed her mind. She looked worried and nervous; anyone on the bus could feel the stress in the air around her. That didn't keep the men from staring at her, imagining that short, busty blonde on their beds and that certainly didn't keep the women from staring at her, wishing that they were desired by men the way she was.
Lea exuded sexuality and that was not only due to her stunning figure but also to the clothes she wore. She usually wore tight tops to show of her breasts -- her favorite feature about herself -- and today was no exception. Her pink top was tight but didn't show too much skin; it left it all to the imagination. She enjoyed the attention she got from wearing figure hugging tops, she felt great when she made heads turn as she walked by and, secretly, she loved it when she was talking to some random man and he had to make an almost unbearable effort to look up to her eyes instead of staring at her fabric enclosed breasts. She giggled softly to herself, nervously.
She got out of the bus and searched for a familiar face. Melinda was supposed to be there waiting for her. A moment later, she spotted her best friend walking her way. Ever since Jordan mentioned the threesome fantasy he had, she couldn't stop thinking about her best friend in a sexual way. Sure, there had been some drunken kisses and maybe some ass grabbing while they were dancing at their favorite club, but she never gave that much though until recently. As Melinda walked towards her, smiling that disarming, stunning smile that made men gravitate towards her, Lea couldn't help but think about what was going to happen later that afternoon.
Melinda looked very different from her best friend but just as beautiful. Her long and silky dark hair framed her face perfectly, and the dark makeup she wore on her eyes drew people in. She looked somewhat mystical and wouldn't go unnoticed by any self respecting man. She smiled when she saw Lea at the bus stop and though about how stunning her friend looked. It wasn't the first time she had thought about Lea in a sexual manner -- actually, she had had fantasies that included her in the past. When her best friend told her that her friend Jordan would love for them to be together in a threesome, she didn't think twice about accepting it. While she wasn't absolutely sure she liked other girls, Lea certainly had an effect on her.
As Melinda approached her, Lea realized again how beautiful her friend was. She was wearing dark wash jeans and a simple black tank top, dark leather bracelets and matching belt, as well as studded high-heel sandals. Melinda was definitely a little vampy, reminiscence of her high-school days. They kissed each other on the cheek with quick "Hello" and made their way to Jordan's apartment without a word.
Lea raised her hand to ring the door bell but Melinda grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
"Are you nervous, Lea?"
"I am. Aren't you?"
"No, not at all. You can still quit if you want to..." Melinda said, releasing her wrist.
"No. I want to do this."
"Ok, then, let's go." And she rang the bell for her friend.
A moment later they were in the elevator. Melinda laughed quietly at her friend's nervousness and hugged her lightly to give her some much needed courage. They stepped out and Jordan was already waiting for them, leaning against the door frame and smiling. He was wearing just his blue jeans and nothing else, which showed his perfect chest and abdomen muscles.
When her eyes met Jordan's, Lea felt a shiver being sent down her spine. She had slept with him before but every time she saw him with no shirt on, she started to get wet.
Jordan smiled his best arrogant smile and stepped out of the way, to let the two girls in. Lea went in first and Jordan couldn't help but notice her perfect curves. Melinda went in next and, as always, Jordan's eyes lingered on hers. He knew this would be one perfect afternoon.
"May I offer you ladies some liquid courage?" He asked. They refused politely. The truth was all three of them felt awkward but Jordan wasn't one to let minor things like embarrassment take over him. He sat on the couch between both girls and looked at each one of them, taking the time to imagine what was inside those unnecessary clothes.
Lea knew Jordan better than Melinda did, so she put one hand on his face while he was looking at her friend and turned his head towards her so that they could kiss. Lea's free hand was rubbing Jordan's leg up an
d down, getting dangerously close to his crotch. While her lips teased his, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. From the corner of his eye, he could see Melinda smiling. Her smile was naughty and any fool could guess what she was thinking about.
In truth, Melinda wasn't as sweet and well-behaved as Lea; she was much wilder and controlling. Her friend had told her Jordan was into domination so she held back a little. Never the less, she mimicked her friend's action and stroked Jordan's leg as well.
Jordan broke the kiss with Lea to tease Melinda's lips with his. While doing so, his hand moved to the back of her head, grabbing her long, dark, silky, shiny hair. He pulled it slightly so she would throw her head back, allowing him access to her neck, which he kissed and licked slowly. Melinda let out a soft moan while Lea didn't even blink so she wouldn't miss a spilt second of what was going on.
"I'm not going to do all the work, am I?" Jordan said, laughing a little. Both girls giggled at what he said and there seemed to be some mind reading because they stood up at the exact same time. They looked in each other's eyes and moved closer. Melinda took Lea in her arms and kissed her. Sure, it felt strange hugging another women to kiss her lips; her breasts rubbing against her friend's didn't let her get as close as she wanted but she managed. Their lips touched lightly and then more passionately. While Lea's hands started to caress Melinda's arms and shoulders, Melinda sucked Lea's bottom lip and let her hands roam through her waistline and his. Jordan was watching and feeling his cock twitch.
Lea let her tongue slightly out of her mouth, to run it through her friend's (now lover, to be truthful) lips and soon after, their tongues met. By then, Melinda's hands were already between the two of them, searching for Lea's breasts. Her right hand reached Lea's left tit and started to softly knead the firm orb. It felt good to have Lea in her hand and she applied a little more pressure. Lea let out a moan in their kiss and Melinda knew she was doing the right thing.
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