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A Friend of a Friend

By: honey28



When my best friend called me several times while I was at work, I had been afraid something was wrong. I was surprised when I called back and she told me her boss had been given free tickets to a show that night. It was some 80's rock band I had never heard of, but I would have gone no matter who was playing. Live shows are always fun. 

She gave me the details - it was at a pretty small venue; they could probably pack a few hundred people in the place. I'd been there before when I won tickets on the radio several years ago.

Since my break up with my long-time boyfriend, I hadn't yet returned to the dating scene. I worked long hours, rarely went out, certainly not anywhere that I'd potentially meet someone. But it had been quite some time since I'd been with a man, and my hormones were starting to get the best of me. I was in no rush to get back into a relationship, but that didn't mean I was going to be celibate! It was time to enjoy single life. 

I wanted to look my best, so I rushed home from work to pluck and shave and get ready. I even dug out a new razor and shaved my pussy bare - not because I had any intentions of climbing into bed with a guy that night, but because it felt so delicious to have my panties gliding across my bare skin. I wanted to feel sexy. Might give me some confidence to flirt at the bar, I thought. 

All of my dresses were summer styles, and it was really getting to be too cold to pull off a short sleeveless dress without looking like you were trying too hard. I chose black pants and a low-cut top that would show off my best assets - which were looking awesome in my favorite black bra - and completed my outfit with a pair of heels. My black thong felt silky smooth against my pussy, and it made me feel a bit aroused. 

When I arrived, Hannah met me outside with my ticket.

"Let's hit the bar first so the alcohol wears off by the time we're ready to head home!" I shouted at her once we were inside. Her boss, Tommy, was in the corner by the bar with one of her coworkers, Leah, and a very tall man that I didn't recognize. I later learned that he was Tommy's friend, Vinnie. I tried not to be too obvious in checking him out. Being a tall woman, I have a real affinity for men who tower above me. We had a couple of rounds, then made our way to the lower floor where the opening act was finishing up. 

Tommy and Leah had pressed their way to the front, while Hannah and I found a spot about twenty or thirty feet from the stage. Occasionally we saw his blue-sleeved arms pumping in the air; Hannah and I would exchange a look and laugh. As I stood there, bobbing my head, hand tapping my hip to the beat, I watched the fifty-somethings really rocking out on the stage. I could feel the music in my chest while I watched the lead guitarist's biceps flex. Every time the singer would raise his arms, his shirt would lift and I was in awe of his abs. 

I couldn't help people-watching as I stood amidst the throng of bodies. The fortyish man in front of me was doing something that was supposed to be dancing, but who was I to judge? My gaze kept sweeping back to the attractive couple a few feet to my right. The dude was easily 6'6", and he looked like he could be a professional football player. I couldn't keep my gaze from repeatedly following the lines of his neck, shoulders, and the muscles that were apparent through the thin cotton of his shirt. I imagined what it would be like to be on my back beneath him, and immediately felt silly, and I'll admit, a touch sad. I felt lonely, and I started to get pissed at myself. I was determined to have a good time. 

Trying to appear casual, I let my eyes travel over the crowd, past the sound and light guys to the wall in front of the bar area to see if Vinnie was still standing there. Once I caught sight of his light gray sweatshirt, I turned back to the stage. 

A wallflower. I found it endearing. I thought that this tall, broad-shouldered man probably had no idea he was so good-looking. When I first saw his face, saw what I thought was a hint of a smile as he looked down at me before I reflexively averted my gaze, I thought he was really cute. When I had a chance to get a better look at him, I realized that he was well into his thirties, but somehow had this almost boyishly handsome quality to his features that, at first glance in the dim light, made him appear much younger. The way that he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and stayed in the periphery, seeming to laugh at his friends more than with them, somehow not entirely joining in... it got under my skin. I guess I have a thing for shy guys. 

And so there I was, a woman nearing her thirties,feeling like a hormonal teenager letting her emotions get the best of her. I wanted casual sex, experimentation, all the fun I should have had ten years ago but didn't because I let myself get stuck in the rut of a relationship entered too young and too fast. I seemed to think about sex constantly since I had become single. I found myself unintentionally considering what it would be like to screw nearly every member of the opposite sex that I encountered, which made eye contact difficult at times. I thought perhaps this was what it was like to be a man, and wondered how they could ever manage to look anyone in the eye. 

I needed to get laid. 

I used to have a hard time telling a man exactly what I wanted in bed. I had started chatting online with men to get in touch with my inner freak, then steamy late night phone conversations made me more comfortable saying all those words that had always stayed locked away in my head. It felt naughty, and liberating, and sexy, and I couldn't wait to try out my dirty mouth with a man face-to-face. 

My thoughts turned to Vinnie - so tall and masculine, yet quiet and shy - and the idea of being the aggressor was making my panties damp. The thought of taking charge of this man who made me - nearly 6 foot tall me - feel small was really turning me on. 

My friend and I watched her boss and coworker make several trips to the bar. As the show was nearing its end, our small group rejoined around Hannah and me, trying to talk when the music stopped, but struggling to hear each other over the ringing in our ears. Then the band came back out for an encore, and suddenly Tommy had an arm around myself and Hannah, pulling us up near the stage, trying to get us to dance with his drunk ass. 

He was all amped up, jumping up and down between the two of us, and Vinnie was standing to our left. Tommy grabbed my ass and I smacked his hand, laughing. I shot a glance in Vinnie's direction and saw that he was watching us more than the performers on stage. Encouraged by Tommy's inability to keep his hands to himself, and the knowledge that Vinnie was watching, I let Tommy take my arms and wrap them around himself. My sex-crazed brain was sending signals straight to my pussy, which now had a man's ass grinding into it, my hands pressed against his chest. I was getting so aroused at the feel of a hard, warm body touching mine that I forgot all about Vinnie for a while. 

My dance partner turned to face me, a grin on his face, his forehead glistening with perspiration. I put my fingers in his short hair as he sank down to the floor, excited by the sight of his face near my crotch. I didn't care how crazy we looked, I was really enjoying myself. I smacked his ass, pressed my tits into his back, didn't mind the dampness of his skin after he kissed my cheek. I wouldn't have minded his sweat all over my body. 

When the final song was over, we made our way towards the exit. Hannah loudly informed us that she was going to try to find Leah, who we had apparently lost at some point. I leaned against the wall near Vinnie, and Tommy stood in front of me, shouting at me that I was awesome. I couldn't help smiling at him, not even caring that his perception was influenced by liquor and that we had probably looked like idiots attempting to dance to hard rock. It had been such a rush, though. I've never been out to a club, so the only dancing I had done before was slow-dancing at weddings. Nothing like the fully-clothed sex act we were performing a few minutes before. 

Tommy turned to the people filing past, towards the exit. 

"Can I ask you a question?" he was yelling at anyone who looked his way. I had no idea what he was playing at. 

"Has anyone seen Mike? Excuse me, miss! Have you seen a man with long hair?" A man passing by snorted a laugh. About half the guys in the place had long hair. 

He managed to get the attention of a young man who stopped for a moment. "Can I ask you a question?" he yelled, standing a bit too close, as intoxicated morons tend to do. The guy had long dark hair, dressed all in black, with a dont-fuck-with-me scowl that was not being interpreted properly by Tommy's alcohol-soaked brain. 

I looked up at Vinnie, who just laughed. "He's going to get himself in trouble," he said. 

Reaching out, I pulled Tommy's sleeve, and he turned to face me. 

"Dude, you're going to get punched in the dick!" I shouted at him. "Knock it off!"

He just smiled. "You're so sexy. Don't you think she's beautiful, Vinnie?" I just rolled my eyes, trying not to feel embarrassed. Wasn't every day I had a man telling me I was sexy, drunk or not. 

I heard Vinnie's far-away-sounding reply. "Of course."

Tommy's eyes bored into mine. "Don't you think he's cute?"

I looked up at Vinnie and winked. "I'd fuck him." Had I really just said that? The lighting was poor, but I thought I made him blush. 

Tommy barked a laugh. "He's got a 10 inch dick, you know."

"Yeah? I could use one of those. Been looking for one!" I laughed, glancing up at his friend. 

"I wish I had a 10 inch dick," he smiled, not making eye contact with me. 

"I'm kidding, its not 10. Maybe 8 and 3/4. Know how I know? He fucks me with it all the time."

"I'd love to see that!" I exclaimed, realizing that perhaps I kind of would like to see that... Tommy just laughed and hugged me, and he was even sweatier than he had been while we were dancing, the side of my face wet where his skin had touched mine. "Oh my God," I laughed, wiping my cheek. 

He pulled up the front of his shirt. "Want to feel my sweat?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"Let's go wait outside. Come on, donkey dick," he said to Vinnie, turning to leave. 

We exchanged a glance and followed him out to keep him out of trouble. We met up with Hannah and Leah and headed out into the lot. 

"Where to?" I asked. Hannah had said we were all going to do something after the show. 

"I don't know, I can't find Mike. Mike!" Tommy yelled. "We were going to hang out at his house." He spent the next few minutes trying to call his friend Mike's cell without any success. He, Vinnie, and I were standing next to Hannah's car, inside which she and Leah sat waiting.

"I can't get him. We should just go home."

"We aren't going to hang out?" Vinnie asked, sounding as disappointed as I felt. 

"Come on, I don't want to just go home! Its not that late!" I protested. 

I really wanted to spend more time with Vinnie. 

Tommy was climbing in next to Leah, and I heard them bickering. I looked at Hannah. "Really? You're taking them home? This fucking sucks."

She just shrugged, said she'd call me the next day, and closed the door. The engine roared to life. I turned to Vinnie. "Do you want to go home, too?" He shook his head. Before I knew what I was saying, I heard myself speak. "Let's find something to do, then. Any ideas?"

He rubbed the back of his head, considering. "There's a pool hall around the corner from my place that's open a couple more hours. I live about fifteen minutes from here."

I smiled up at him, and the way he smiled back excited me. "I'll follow you in my car," I said. 

My heart was pounding as I climbed into my mustang, and I realized my hands were trembling when I fumbled the key into the ignition. Could I do it? If the opportunity arose, would I be able to have a sexual encounter with a man who was basically a stranger, without feeling like a slut in the morning?

I wanted to use him, and be used. 

By the time I parked beside his pickup, I had managed to somewhat calm my nerves. We had driven past a pool hall a minute before, and when I saw him put his blinker on in front of a small single level house, I realized we were at his place. As I stood and faced him in his driveway, he asked if I minded walking over. 

"I might have a couple of drinks, may as well leave the truck here and plan to walk back."

"Doesn't bother me." Maybe a little alcohol would help him relax. 

He met me as I walked around the back of my car. We were close together as we started down the drive. I was tempted to reach over and rest my hand in the crook of his arm as we walked. 

On the short walk over, we chatted. I asked him how he knew Tommy and got the ball rolling, so to speak. They went to high school together. 

Vinnie went to the bar for us while I got us a table. My fingers brushed against his as he handed me a plastic cup. 

He had two drinks during our first game, and it seemed to have made him warm. I watched him pull his sweatshirt off over his head. His tee lifted to show his stomach. He was a little soft around the middle, and I could see the trail of hair that started at his navel and led the way to his groin before he tugged his shirt back down to cover it. I could see now that his arms were nicely muscled in a way that suited his large frame. A big, sexy teddy bear, I thought. 

I knew in that moment that I wasn't going home that night. As he racked up the balls for a second game, I went to get us another round of drinks. 

"Aren't you worried about driving home?" he asked when I returned with shots for both of us. I swallowed my drink and set the plastic shot glass down. I had noticed him sneaking glances down my top while we played. I leaned over the table to take my shot, my shirt falling away from my body to reveal the tops of my D-cup breasts. I looked up at Vinnie and saw his eyes raise to meet mine. His face flushed when he seemed to realize I knew what he had been looking at. 

I gave him what I hoped was a naughty grin. "I'm not worried about driving home," I said suggestively. He gave me a crooked smile before tossing back his shot. We continued our game, not saying much. When I could, I stuck my ass out in front of him as I bent to take a turn. I imagined him fucking me from behind. My panties were getting wet. 

I missed my shot and turned to face him as he stepped towards the table. "I'm going to get some water. Want anything?"

"I'm okay, thanks."

I let my hand run down the smooth skin of his upper arm for a moment, appreciating the hard muscle beneath. I stopped myself from giving him a squeeze. I couldn't stand to be that close to him without touching. Feeling his warm skin beneath my fingers made me want so much more. "Be right back."

As I returned to our table with a bottle of water, I passed the raucous group of young men a couple of tables away from ours that the man behind the counter had been eying for a while, as they got louder and louder with each round of drinks. 

One of them was slurring his way through an anecdote, and threw his arm out in front of me as he gestured wildly. I halted before his fist smacked me in the face, but his nearly full cup of whatever he was drinking sloshed out all over my chest. 

"Seriously?" I muttered, looking down at the dark stain on my shirt and the rivulets of alcohol trickling down my chest and soaking into my bra. 

His laugh was loud and obnoxious. "I'm sorry, baby! Let me get that." His fingers grazed my skin as he plucked up the half melted ice cube resting above my right breast, popped it into his mouth, then suddenly his other hand was groping me. 

"What the hell!" I slapped his hands away from my chest, stepping back. 

"I think it's time for you to get the fuck out of here."

My head snapped up at the low, menacing voice that came from behind the asshole standing in front of me. He turned to see who was threatening him, and his cocky attitude slid right out the door when he looked up at Vinnie. He was a drunken idiot, but not completely stupid. 

We were joined by the man who had been standing behind the counter. "Vinnie's right. You all have had enough and it's time to head home." He looked pointedly at the kid who had grabbed me. "And you aren't welcome back."

I felt Vinnie's large hand at the small of my back and he led me back to our table. "Are you alright?"

I smiled up at him. "I'm fine, just pissed about my shirt. Guess we should go."

His face fell. Was he disappointed? Did he think I wanted to go home? Little did he know, that jackass had given me a good excuse to get myself into his house and hopefully into his bed. 

I pulled on my coat and wrapped my scarf around my neck while he cleared the pool table. As we approached the desk, the guy who apparently knew Vinnie apologized to me. He had made them pay for our table. We thanked him and headed outside. 

This time, I did link my arm through his as we started towards his house. "Titty-grabbing shit heads aside, I had fun."

He chuckled. "Me, too."

"Plus, we played for free. And now I'm going to have to come inside and get this shirt off so I can clean myself up."

"You are?" He looked down at me as I laid my head against his arm for a moment. 

"Too bad you scared that dude off before you could thank him, huh?"

He gave me that crooked grin again. 

We drew near to his house, and I stopped when we reached his driveway, turning my body so I was standing before him. 

"Were you just joking about coming in?" 

Looking into his eyes, I had the impression that he hoped I had been serious, but he was too nice of a guy to admit that to me. 

I ignored his question for the time being. "I bet you're pretty badass under that shy exterior."

"I'm usually non-confrontational, I'm sure that's no shocker. It just made me so angry when he grabbed you."

I placed a hand on his chest. Good God, I wanted him to fuck me. "It was so hot when you growled at that stupid boy for pawing at me." His heart was pounding beneath my palm. That was all the encouragement I needed. I was going to go for it. I slid my hand down his side, then both my hands we at his hips, holding him in place as I closed the distance between our bodies. "You know, I wouldn't mind one bit if it was you doing the grabbing."

That's it, baby, I thought as I watched his face draw nearer to mine. My own heart was hammering in my ears; a fiery sensation blazed across my skin as his hands cradled my face and his lips met mine. I sucked and nibbled his lower lip, then ran my tongue across his. As our kiss deepened, he moaned softly and I felt a pleasant twinge in my pussy. Nothing gets me hotter than the sound of a man vocalizing his pleasure. 

Reluctantly, I pulled my face away from his, both of us breathless. "I want to go inside and get out of this sticky shirt and bra. Will you help me clean myself up?"

I could feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach, even through my coat. There was that lopsided smile again, which made me laugh as I pulled him up to the front door. 

I felt a nervous anticipation as he unlocked the door and I followed him inside, pulling off my scarf. 

"I don't usually do stuff like this..." he began while I unbuttoned my pea coat. 

"Relax, Vin," I smiled. "To be honest, I don't either, but isn't it fun?" He grinned. "Lead me to the bathroom, please."

He flicked on some lights as we walked through his house, and I was surprised by how clean it was for a "bachelor pad." No pizza boxes, dirty dishes, or clothes strewn about. I was relieved that the bathroom was clean - dated, but clean. 

He hovered in the doorway after I stepped into the washroom. Uncertain. I locked eyes with him before grabbing the hem of my damp shirt and pulling it over my head. When my sight was no longer obstructed by my top, I saw that his gaze was fixed on my bra. I dropped my shirt in the sink, closed the drain, and turned on the cold water, hoping that he was studying my tits as I moved. When I turned off the water, I turned back to him, touching my neck and the top of my chest with my fingertips. 


A Friend of a Friend



It was a boring Thursday night, so I clicked on my Twitter app. So much crap that people thought I might want to read, but they were very wrong. Then I saw that my friend Jeff had favorited a tweet from one of his friends, a very attractive friend, named Tonja. The tweet was snarky, yet funny, and she had my attention. I figured it would be a good idea to check out her profile and that was an excellent decision. Although she didn't smile in a single picture, it was clear that there was quite the woman behind those eyes. Beyond the eyes, I would be lying if said the picture of her new hip tattoo and her wonderful chest didn't capture my attention.

I went back and looked at a few of her tweets, finding some that I could add some flirty comments. I did my best to be creative and made sure to follow her account. Less than an hour later she started replying to my comments and it seemed like she was open to the idea of playing word games with each other. Over the next couple weeks, we teased and joked over all sorts of topics. Finally, we exchanged phones numbers and started texting throughout the day.

I was in Missouri and she was in Utah, so meeting up was unlikely without major planning. Still, we kept our texting and flirting, knowing that it was just for fun. We joked about what I would do to her if I ever got my hands on her. She said I couldn't handle her and sent me a picture of her halloween picture from the night before. She filled out the costume well and I told her I would kill for the chance to motorboat her in that outfit! She said that made her blush and that no one had ever done that. What a waste!

I told her she should come to Missouri sometime. Our mutual friend, Jeff, owned a little bar and several of her family members lived in the area. She said she didn't have any plans on coming back here anytime soon, but maybe someday. She also said she hadn't been with any men other than her ex husband. That blew my mind. Surely a woman that looked like that would have dozens of men in line.

We kept texting for the next month or two, but eventually things started tailing off. Life got busy and maybe the novelty of our flirting wore off with no prize in sight. I still found myself looking back at her pictures sometimes and sending her a text or two, but not the drawn out conversations from before.

The following March, I was sitting in Jeff's bar, watching the rain pour down outside. The little bell on the door gave its familiar ding and I turned to see who had stumbled in on an otherwise slow night. It was a woman with long hair that was soaking wet and she shook the water from her coat. She grumbled as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked up. Our eyes met and my jaw almost hit the floor.

It was Tonja. She slowly brushed back a few rogue strands of hair as a little smile crossed her face. Neither of us said a word and she walked over and took the stool next to mine.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" I asked with a grin.

"I needed a beer and was in the area."

"In the area? That's funny."

"Hey, I don't have to check in with you every time I want to come home and visit."

"True," I said as I took a long drink from my mug. "Hey, bartender, get the lady a beer."

"Coors," she said. He smiled and shook his head, considering this was Budweiser territory. He did have some stuck back in the cooler though.

"Let's go back in the side room," I suggested. She nodded and followed me around the corner. I was pleased to see the room was empty and we took a table in the very back corner.

"So, how have you been?" she asked.

"Pretty shitty, actually. But tonight is improving."

"Because of me or the beer?" she asked with a teasing grin.

"Obviously the beer," I replied while taking a sip.

"I see," she said as she started taking off her coat. The dress she was wearing underneath was very low cut and I had a hard time tearing my eyes away. "My eyes are up here."

"But your chest isn't," I replied as I looked back up at her.

"Are they are good in real life as in the pictures?"

"So much better in real life."

"Good," she said as she took a drink.

We sat silent for a few minutes, sipping our beers and studying each other from across the table. Finally, I stood up and walked to her side and slid in the booth next to her.

"Well, hello there," she said without looking at me.

I took a big drink and slid my hand down along her thigh. She tensed at first, but then relaxed and I swore her legs opened a little. She took another drink from the bottle, tipping her head back a little. As she did, I slid my hand up and found out that her coat wasn't the only wet thing at the table.

She turned and look at me as my little finger teased the edges of her panties. She raised an eyebrow and I quickly slipped my finger under the material, feeling her clean shaven, damp sex. She showed no reaction on her face, but reached over and grabbed my crotch with a certain ferocity that took me by surprise. Something told me our first time was going to be soon and that there would be nothing romantic about it. 

Two fingers probed into her and she sighed. Her quick response was to deftly unzip my jeans and before I knew it, her hand was grasping my cock with authority. Slow steady strokes were fantastic, but I was already hard.

The moment was broken when the bartender poked his head in the room.

"Do you two need a beer or anything?"

"No," I said, trying to keep my voice under control. "Probably be ready in a bit."

"Cool. Since you two are the only ones here, I'm going to slip out back for a smoke. Is that okay?"

"Have two, we aren't in a rush."

"Right on," he said as he left the room.

Neither of our hands had stopped moving while he was in the there and when I heard the back door close, I pushed the table away. I quickly knelt and pulled her hips to the edge of the seat. With a shove, my jeans went to my knees and leaned in to kiss her. As our lips met, I felt her hands guide me toward her. Her pussy was slippery and I felt the head of my cock slide along it. When it caught at the entrance, she grabbed my hips and pulled me in. With eyes wide open, we stared at each other. Our bodies were pulsing and the heat was building, as we slowly started to move in unison.

The anticipation had been so great that it did not take very long for us to reach that first climax. I grabbed her hips, as I felt her squeezing me from the inside. I pushed in as far as I could and kissed her. Moments later I exploded into her. Shooting over and over. She moaned and I sighed with pleasure.

As the ecstacy subsided, I heard the back door open and close. I kissed her again and then quickly stood, pulling up my pants. She was still sitting at the edge of the booth, with legs splayed and a smile on her face. I smile back and put the table back in place.

"Want another beer before we go?"

"Where are we going?"

"My house. I have a few more hours saved up for you..."

"I'll take a Coors," she said with a smile.



A Friend of a Friend



"My skin is sticky, I'd like to rinse off in the shower." I stepped towards him, taking his hand. "I'd love it if you'd come in with me."

Not giving him the opportunity to chicken out, I pulled both of his shirts up over his head, tossing them aside, and ran my hands down his chest and stomach. My fingertips toyed with the trail of hair below his navel before I unbuttoned his fly, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his jeans and boxers, and shoved them down. 

I made no effort to hide my gaze, staring unabashedly at the cock jutting proudly from his body. His dick certainly was not shy. I traced a circle over the head with the tip of my finger, and watched his cock twitch. Smiling up at him, I stepped back to allow him to pull off his sneakers and remove the pants from around his ankles. I bent to remove my heels. My eyes traveled up his body as I straightened. I watched his expression as I pushed my pants down past my hips and kicked them to the side, revealing my thong panties. I turned my back to him, facing the mirror, and lifted my hair away from my neck. 

"Would you help me with my necklace?" I caught his reflection over my shoulder and loved that he was checking out my tits in the mirror while he reached up to unclasp my jewelry. After he wordlessly handed me my necklace, his thick fingers released the clasps of my bra, and it fell away from my breasts. I slipped the straps down my arms and let it drop to the floor as I turned to face him. 

His expression was hard to read as he stared intently at my body. Ducking his head, he brought his mouth to my collarbone, kissing across my chest and neck, taking his time. I threw my head back, offering my throat to his wandering lips. I ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue slowly slipped up between my breasts, tasting my skin where the alcohol had dripped down. 

"What was he drinking?" I asked, fingers tangled in his hair. 

He looked into my eyes, smiling. "Something sweet and girly."

Laughing, I pulled his face up to mine. "Let me taste," I said, licking and sucking gently on his lips and tongue. It did taste sweet. 

His erection was pressing into my stomach in the most delicious way, skin to skin. My breasts were crushed against him and every inch of my flesh was blazing with need. 

"When were you last with a woman?" I asked softly, nibbling his ear. 

He shivered as I licked his neck. "Been a while." His palms cupped my ass, then squeezed. 

"Hmm, not so shy now..." I looked up to see him blush furiously, as though denying my accusation. I lightly scraped my nails across the back of his scalp. "It's been way too long for me, too," I said quietly. 

He smiled and his lips brushed against my forehead. I bit my lip, feeling something unexpected. In that moment, I found myself biting back the urge to ask him to pretend, for a couple of hours, that he loved me. 

I felt my face and neck flush with embarrassment, but I realized there was no way he could know what I was thinking. The heat of his mouth traveled down the side of my face and neck, and then he was tasting my cleavage again, slightly tacky from the juice and alcohol mixture that had sprayed across my skin. 

I moaned as he pulled one of my taut nipples into the hot wetness of his mouth. I felt his tongue swirling round, then he pinched lightly with his teeth before releasing me from his mouth. He licked a trail to my other breast, which was aching for attention. 

"You're doing a fine job of cleaning me up, baby," I sighed, then gasped as he nipped me again. I felt his attentions return to the other tit, his hands sliding down to my ass, caressing my soft flesh and fingering my thong before gliding up my back to pull me in, bringing my breasts closer to his face. 

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, breathing through my mouth. "Your tongue is fantastic," I groaned, my hands moving across his shoulders and through his hair. His mouth left my skin, and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. 

"Can you make a woman cum with that sexy mouth?"

He blushed, nodding. My clit twitched with anticipation. I tugged his hair, pulling his face to mine, and kissed him. As our tongues touched I imagined what his would feel like sliding across my slit, and I moaned into his mouth before I pulled my face away from his. 

"I want you to eat my pussy," I said, just above a whisper. I had never said that to a man face-to-face, and it heightened my arousal. "Do you want to taste me?"

Again, he just nodded his response, a small smile spreading across his talented mouth.

"Tell me. I want to hear you say it, Vinnie. Tell me you want to taste me."

He kissed my neck below my ear. "I want to taste you," he murmured, lips brushing over my sensitive skin. I bared my teeth. Grabbing his hair, I pushed him towards my cunt. It felt so nasty, so thrilling to have him kneel at my feet. I leaned back against the vanity, fingers massaging his scalp, watching his palms slide up the outside of my thighs to my hips. I wanted to scream, frustrated by his close proximity to my crotch, which he teasingly avoided. 

I shuddered when the fingertips of each hand slid over the sensitive skin under the top edge of my panties. He started to lower them, and I gasped when his nose suddenly pressed against my slit through the damp fabric. I heard him inhale deeply before he licked the saturated material, and I moaned. 

"Fuck, you love pussy, don't you, boy?" He groaned in assent. Hearing his arousal intensified my own. Instinctively, I rolled my hips, pressing my hot, aching flesh into his face. My breathing was shallow as he slipped my panties down my hips and thighs and helped me step out of them. I pressed the heel of my right hand against the top of the sink for balance as he lifted my right leg and rested it on his shoulder, his lips hovering over my clean-shaven pussy, my left hand still gripping his hair tightly.  

I don't think that I had ever been so turned on in my life. I felt like a god damned porn star. 

"Oh, fuck," I breathed as his tongue slid across my cunt, lapping up the tangy juices that were leaking from me. He drew one of my pussy lips into his mouth, then the other, before stiffening his tongue to probe between my folds. The sounds of my heavy breathing filled the small room - half gasp, half mewling cry as he swirled small circles over my engorged clit. 

He moved his tongue lower and plunged inside of me. With a groan, I wrapped my left hand around the back of his head and thrust myself into him. His right hand gripped my thigh, the other was cupping my ass. His grip felt like I might have bruises in the morning, but I found myself enjoying the small amount of pain. I had the fleeting thought that it was probably difficult for him to catch his breath, nose and mouth buried in my slick cunt, but it felt so fucking amazing that I almost didn't care. 

"God, yes, fuck me with your tongue," I panted. I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. "Fuck," I cried through gritted teeth. I was about to beg him to suck on my clit when I felt his tongue slip out of my pussy and flicker over the hardened nub. He seemed to know instinctively what my body craved. 

"Fuck," I moaned, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" I felt his right hand release my thigh so he could strum my clit with his thumb, his tongue thrusting inside of me. Nearly hyperventilating, I came hard into his mouth, his greedy tongue lapping up the flood as I shuddered and quaked, shouting profanity and things even I couldn't understand as the pleasure rolled through me. I had never had an orgasm while standing up, and my knees felt weak. His finger left my throbbing, overly sensitive clit and he used both hands to keep me steady while his tongue gently slipped between my folds. 

Chest heaving, I watched him plant a soft kiss on my mound. I reached down to take his hands and help him to his feet. I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him near. "You're covered in my cum," I murmured. He reached up to wipe at his mouth, and I stopped him. Bringing his face close, I ran my tongue up the side of his mouth, tasting myself on his skin. 

Our eyes locked, and he brought his right hand up, pressing his thumb between my lips. I sucked on his finger for a moment, then asked, "Do you like watching me taste myself?"

"Hell yeah I do."

I laughed, surprised to get more than a nod in response to my question. Guess after you eat a girl out, not much left to be shy about. 

He rubbed his thumb along my lower lip. "Your filthy mouth is driving me wild," he confessed, leaning in for a kiss. After a minute, I separated myself from him so I could turn on the shower. He grabbed two towels while I climbed in and wet myself down. I picked up the soap while he climbed under the spray. He watched while I spread the lather over my chest and caressed my breasts, my stomach, and then my pussy before running my soapy hands over his body. 

I slowly stroked his cock, my hands sliding easily over his wet skin. He brought both hands up to my face, raising my chin and covering my mouth with his. I pressed myself against him, enjoying immensely the feel of his skin gliding against mine. I reached back to grab his ass, and slid a couple of soapy fingers between his cheeks. I ran a fingertip over his asshole for a few moments before I went back to speading the lather across his buttocks. 

His lips and tongue did not hesitate against mine while I played with his ass, which made me want to explore further, but I didn't want to go too far too fast. Some guys don't appreciate a woman touching back there. I have a bit of a fetish for male ass. My fantasy involves a nice, long, thick strap-on, but that's a story for another time. 

We kissed and caressed with the hot water flowing over us. Once the suds had rinsed away, he turned off the water and we dried ourselves with the towels. 

"Which way to your room, stud?" I smiled teasingly. He led the way. 

When we stood at the foot of his bed, I ordered him to lay down. I hoped he could last a while, because I wanted to suck his cock before he fucked me with it. I crawled over his body, leaving a trail of kisses across his thighs and stomach, the side of my face caressing the silky skin of his shaft as my lips played over the skin near the base of his erection. I nuzzled his balls, and looked up at him from behind his rigid shaft, eyes blazing with lust. 

"You want me to suck this gorgeous cock of yours? I asked with a naughty smile on my face. His dick jumped.

"Please."

"Do you want to fuck me afterwards?" I let my tongue graze over the ridge at the underside of his hard length, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. "Should I make you cum first? I want you to give me a thorough fucking with this thick cock." I wrapped my hand around him and lapped up the moisture leaking from his tip, pressing my tongue against his slit. 

"Christ, that feels good." I looked up into his eyes before wrapping my lips around him. "I can last, baby," he added. 

I took the swollen head of his dick into my mouth and began sucking as I pumped my hand slowly. I felt him touch my hair softly. After a minute, I suggested he prop himself up with some pillows and I retrieved a condom after he told me they were in the bedside table. I left it on the blankets by his hip as I went back to work sucking cock, feeling my pussy becoming quite wet. 

As I worked more of him into my mouth, his hands moved to pull my hair away from my face. He gathered a handful behind my head and held it out of the way. Feeling the light pressure of his hand at the back of my skull was really turning me on. I didn't like to have my face fucked roughly, but I didn't want a man to just lay back with his arms crossed behind his head either. 

I bobbed up and down faster, my fingers wrapped around the base, pumping in rhythm with my face. When I heard him mutter, "oh, fuck," gripping my hair more tightly, I changed my technique, sliding my tongue over the head while my fist stroked up and down slowly. 

Continuing to jerk his cock, I moved my mouth lower. I pulled one of his balls into my mouth and he moaned as I sucked gently on one, then the other. With my free hand, I lightly dragged my nails across his left inner thigh while I kissed inside the other, and as I moved lower his legs inched further apart. I smiled. He seemed to like where I was headed with my greedy little mouth. 

Bringing his knees up, he opened his legs wider. I brought both hands down, fingers pressing into the flesh of his ass to spread him open. I ran my tongue over the tight pucker I exposed. There was a note of surprise in the quiet, "Oh," that met my ears. I swept my tongue over his asshole with slightly more pressure, and he groaned a longer, more drawn out, "Uhhh," as I pressed my stiffened tongue inside of him, probing. From the noises he made while I was rimming him, I could tell he was loving it. I started stroking his cock again while I tongued his ass. 

"Fuuuck, you're kinky," he breathed after I pulled my face away from his bottom. "That was a first for me."

Baby, if you only knew... I thought to myself. I wanted to do a whole lot more to that cute ass of his, but I would take it slow. I simply smiled and went back to sucking him off, something I genuinely enjoy. It gets my juices flowing to have my lips wrapped around a nice, hard cock. 

"How you feeling, Vin?" I asked sweetly. He looked into my eyeys and my tongue darted out to tease the tip of his dick. 

"Like... Like I want to be inside of you." He spoke quietly, yet his softly spoken words made me want him even more. I gave him a few long, slow sucks while I removed the condom from its wrapper, then I rolled it down over his throbbing length. 

We both groaned as I lowered myself onto him, my pussy stretching as he filled me up. "You feel so good," I moaned as I began with a leisurely pace, savoring every satisfying stroke of his cock in and out of my slick cunt. I've fucked myself silly with some pretty amazing vibrators, but nothing can compare to the solid heat of the real thing buried inside of you while straddling a man's hips. 

I leaned forward, his hands kneading the soft flesh of my tits and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Lips brushing against his, I whispered, "Love the way you play with my tits, baby. Tell me how my pussy feels." I rode him a little faster, and his eyes closed for a moment before he answered. 

"Hot... Tight," he replied breathlessly between kisses. "Perfect."

He pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, holding it between his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin. "Oh, God, yes," I whimpered, skin slapping against skin as we fucked. When he released my breast, I sat up and moaned, his cock rubbing me in the perfect spot as I bounced up and down in his lap. He strummed my clit with a thumb and I shuddered, thighs no longer cooperating. I collapsed against his chest with a wail, "Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck me!" I clawed his arms and bit his shoulder, crying out while he held me close, my ass bouncing into the air as he thrust up unto me. 

When the intensity of my orgasm had passed, he slowed the movement of his hips, and I felt his chest rumble with low laughter as I lay with the side of my face against him, fingers gripping his hair tightly, tugging at his scalp. I relaxed my grip. 

"I didn't know I needed protective gear to fuck you," he chuckled. 

"I'm sorry." I kissed his shoulder where there were faint impressions of my teeth still visible in his skin. 

"Don't be, it was beautiful," he smiled. I was thankful when he rolled us over, because my hamstrings were on fire and my legs felt like jello. "Pick up your butt," he said softly, sliding a pillow beneath me. He slid a hand into the crook of each knee, spreading my legs wide, but he paused, the head of his cock at my entrance. I watched as he lowered his face and licked from my ass to my clit, gently swirling his tongue around it before slipping his cock back inside of me. 

I shuddered at the pleasure of his tongue lapping as my wet folds, and moaned as he filled the aching void I had felt when he withdrew his rigid cock from my body moments before. He leaned over me, surrounding me in his scent and warmth. My nostrils were filled with the smell of his sweat, my own arousal, which was all over his face, soap from when we had showered, and beneath it all, the scent that was simply him. 

While his hips undulated, sending ripples of pleasure through my body with each stroke, he slid his arms beneath me. I shivered as he kissed behind my ear, then my throat. His soft lips, tongue, and breath against my skin were reigniting the fire between my legs while he fucked me slowly and sensually. His mouth rediscovered my breasts, and I arched into him, gasping. I ran my hands along his back and sides, clutching at his damp skin. 

To my surprise, I felt the warmth of a third, less intense orgasm spread through me. I arched my back with a sigh. Opening my eyes, I found him staring at me intently, and I smiled. "Three for me, none for you?"

"Don't you worry about me, baby."

"I want to give you something special, because you've been so good to me, Vinnie."

"What's that?" he asked, starting to breath more heavily. I thought he must be close to his end. 

"I'd love for you to stick that beautiful cock of yours in my ass. Would you like that, baby?" His eyes burned into mine, spurring me on. "Would you like to turn me over and press the head of your cock into my asshole, feel my ass clenched around you as you fuck me? So tight, I know that would make you cum, wouldn't it, baby?" I felt him pull out, hands pressing into the bed on either side of my body as he raised himself off of me. 

"Convincing, aren't I?" I laughed, stretching my limbs before rolling onto my stomach with his body hovering over mine. "I need you to take your time, though, get me good and ready, because I haven't done this in a while." I shivered as I felt his lips brush against the back of my neck and down my spine. He kneaded my ass cheeks with both hands, kissing just above my crack, then spread me open. I thought I could feel his eyes studying my little pucker. I craned my neck, trying to watch as I felt his tongue slide down between my spread buttocks and finally settle on its target. 

I moaned as his stiffened tongue pressed against me then slipped inside. "Ohh, yeah, you're a good little ass licker, aren't you? Get that ass ready to be fucked." I made myself comfortable, sliding my hands beneath a pillow and resting my head atop it, knees bent beneath me, offering my behind like a bitch in heat. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of two of his fingers dipping inside of my soaking wet cunt, then sliding inside of my rectum, gently stretching me and coating my insides with the slick pussy juices. I knew that his cock was also covered in my cum, and I could tell by his heavy breathing that he was extremely aroused. I had no doubt he was still rock hard. "Your fingers feel so good, I can't wait to feel your thick cock inside of me, Vin," I murmured encouragingly. He kissed my left ass cheek while he began fucking me with his fingers. I groaned, pushing back against his hand. 

"You're loving this, aren't you?" His voice was low, and he withdrew his sticky fingers. "You want me to fuck your ass?" he asked a little more loudly. 

I looked back at him. "Do it. Fuck me, fuck my ass." His left hand rested on the small of my back while his right guided the head of his cock to my hole. I felt some discomfort as my asshole stretched to accommodate the head of his dick. "Slowly, baby, work it in nice and slow, then you can fuck me."

He pressed another inch inside of me, pulled back, then advanced a couple of inches further. Several slow, gentle thrusts later, I felt his balls pressing against me. 




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"Hold it for just a minute," I whispered as the pain eased and I simply felt full. I started to rub my clit. "Pull back, baby," I murmured, then I moaned with the exquisite pleasure of his outward stroke before he plunged back inside of me. "Ohh fuck me, yes, more," I begged. 

I listened to his breathing and soft grunts while he began fucking me in earnest. His cock had been delicious in my mouth and amazing in my pussy, but there were no words to describe the intense pleasure my asshole was feeling. Working my clit feverishly, I asked, "You loving this as much as I am, Vin?"

"So fucking tight," he panted. He slowed his thrusts, burying his cock deep with each stroke. After a couple of minutes, I glanced over my shoulder and took a mental picture of him with his eyes locked on his groin pressing against my ass, cock throbbing deep within me while he groaned his pleasure. The heat of a fourth orgasm surged through my pussy and my ass clenched around his cock, milking him. I moaned into the pillow, lowering my body so I lay flat against the mattress. He leaned over me, chest pressing against my back, kissing my neck while his cock twitched inside of me.

"Damn, you can fuck," I breathed. 

"You're incredible," he murmured into my hair, making me smile. He kissed the side of my face. 

"I'd say, four to one means I win."

"We'll have to have a rematch."

I smiled wickedly at him as he laughed and went to clean up. I could think of a few things I'd like to try next time. 

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