Before we get ahead of ourselves, i love writing about sex whether fiction or reality...
Everybody passes judgment on you if you do
something they don’t approve of or something they know they want to do and
sometimes its abit of a trial trying to redeem yourself. But this time, I felt
no guilt or shame.
I met him that night and in a span of hours I was
lying next to him panting and trying to catch my breath…the last couple of
hours were a blur and I couldn’t help thinking that this was what I had needed
for the last oh so long.
We met at the club, me hanging with my girls, him
with his boys and we had eyes only for each other across the room. I think he
was scared to approach me because of my girls and I just didn’t have the guts
to initiate it incase it wasn’t me he was looking at. But when my song started
and I was so busy winding and grinding on the dance floor with my girls, I felt
his presence right behind me breathing down my neck. Don’t ask me how I knew it
was him because I just knew. Call it intuition if you want, whatever it was, I
knew it was him and it felt so natural to grind myself against him. Feeling
hiss bulge grow bigger with every grind and a soft moan with every rub against
him and trust me, the rub was what my mother would say too close for comfort…
The DJ must have sensed the mood in the air
because after that song all the others were grinding and humping songs and I
didn’t want to stop there so when he leaned in to kiss me I eagerly took his
kisses, deepening then and dragging them on for what felt like eternity. My
girls as his boys long forgotten, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He
leaned down and whispered in my ear that we should leave before we fuck right
there on the dance floor and I gladly skipped out waving goodbye to my friends
and no explanations. I couldn’t wait to do some nasty things to him.
We got into his car and before he could even put
on his seat belt I got busy opening his belt, zipper and button and pushed my
hand inside his boxers getting excited when I made contact and determined it
was big enough for my hungry pussy. I hadn’t gotten any in about 2weeks and I
was dying to have it put in so deep I could feel it in my tummy. I could blame
the alcohol but I was sober and unless coke was an aphrodisiac, it was all me.
Taking my lead, he pushed down his pants and boxers and I went to work on his
cock that was swelling to great dimensions with every stroke of my hand. He
managed to drive as far as the main road before I took him with my lips and
took him in as deep as I could, feasting on him, bobbing my head up and down,
taking it down my throat as deep as I could considering how endowed he was and
took his groans and cusses as a cue that I was doing the right thing. When he
took his right hand off the steering wheel to push my head further down I
didn’t protest. After all, I had chosen to act the slut. I took his balls in my
mouth and stroked them with my tongue making him groan some more and when I
licked up his shaft on the underside I knew I had him where I wanted him. I
took him deeper into my mouth and so deep down my throat that he shot his first
load and the car literally came to a stand still. I swallowed like a good
little whore I am and sat up.
As the car started to move again, I lifted one
leg and he could see my pussy all wet and slick begging for him to do something
to it. I started to caress myself and rub myself watching him all the time
noting how his attention was too divided to focus on the road. I asked to pull
over and he did just as his fingers joined mine working up my dripping pussy. I
was too far gone by then to think of the possibility of anyone finding us. And
anyway, it was the wee hours of the morning. He stuck 2 fingers up my dripping
cunt and pushed them so deep inside me I couldn’t breathe yet didn’t want him
to stop. He kept up a steady fucking rhythm and kept increasing his pace the
more I panted and moaned and begged to be fucked to oblivion. I was reaching
the peak of my climax when he took out his fingers and told me to hold my
horses till we got home. I didn’t know where home was but by then I didn’t
really care. I was frustrated and needed to come and I proceeded to make sure I
did just that. Knowing he was watching me touch myself was making me
uncontrollably wet and I could feel the wet patch on my dress where I was
sitting on it and leaking on it. I felt the pressure build up and my pussy suck
my fingers deeper into me just as the first wave hit he flicked my clit and the
second wave hit. I was gone by then, no turning back. I came so hard I soaked
my dress and the chair. I took my fingers out of me and licked one then offered
him the other to lick as I took his already stiffening cock in my other hand
and squeezed it softly. He moaned out load and I felt myself get wet
immediately.
The next thing I remember is waking up with
morning wood between my thighs right outside my pussy and humping me using my
still dripping juices as lubricant. I lowered myself abit and felt it slide
right into my already eager pussy. He was humping me in seconds getting us both
off in minutes.
And there I was lying right next to a stranger
for all intents and purposes, trying to catch my breath…This is one for the
best One Night Stands…
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