Good Gone Bad - Sex Stories

Good Gone Bad

... savored the sway of her hips and the scent of her perfume. He, like any other hot-blooded man, would not pass up the opportunity to ravager her. That was the type of attention she commanded from the opposite sex.

Luckily, there was nobody around when she knocked on his door. She knew he was there, most likely playing video games or watching his beloved European soccer team. She knocked again, harder this time, until she heard the chain lock moving from the inside.

He opened the door, wearing a towel around his shoulders and formfitting boxers, with his wet hair confirming he had just hopped out of the shower. He looked at her in surprise, he had many questions for her but none more important than, "What're you doing here?"

Nothing would break her stride. His question was not an obstacle. She was determined like never before, urged by the heat melting her pussy into her panties. "Fuck me," she said, looking directly into his eyes, showing that she meant it.

He smiled, letting out a triumphant roar in his mind. He knew she would return one day, it was a safe bet, one he placed every time he jerked off thinking of her sex. "Come in, babe," he said, a throwback to their dating days.

He could tell she had been crying. The way she unbuttoned her blouse and pants provided a hint of what was running through her mind.

"What happened to, uh, your boyfriend," he asked, watching as she stripped down to her undies.

He loved lingerie, he had bought her a drawer's ...

... worth of it when dating. He was attentive down to the smallest detail. Red lace, mesh panels, and pink ribbons. A perfect set to adorn her petite body. The thought of having her reveal her sexy, new set to him, instead of her boyfriend, stirred his member into hardness.

She rolled her eyes, removing the towel from his shoulders. "Forget about him," she said, pushing him down on the couch to mount him.

His hands roamed her body, trying their best to discover what they had previously explored. They latched on to her ass, confirming it was a thong, not a cheeky or bikini, by palming her uncovered cheeks. His tongue found its way into her mouth, bullying hers as they kissed and reignited the flame between them.

He missed the delicate blend of softness and firmness of her ass the most, that was evident, while she missed his large hands touching her with such enthusiasm. Being wanted, well, was all she wanted. Her labia swelled, puffing out the sides of her thong.

She could feel his cock rubbing against her. She remembered it well from all the times she had pleasured it with her mouth. Slightly curved to the left, a bulging vein down the middle, and a ridge along the backside that stretched her out.

Normally, she would taste his hardened inches. She loved getting a mouthful, it's what made her pussy the wettest. She was a slut for pleasure, both giving and receiving. However, she had not come here for foreplay, much less emotional support. Her objective was clear, to get ...