New Faces - Sex Stories

New Faces

... pair of hands with the sound of familiar giggling following behind.

“Guess who,” my invader says in a bubbly tone,

“King Kong’s right nut sack,” I reply, earning another laugh before finally freeing me from her clutches, allowing me to turn around,

“You were close.”

“Yup. Off just by a hair. So what, you stalking me now?”

“Says the one who came all this way to see me again.”

“You wish. I just like the drinks here.”

“Oh, well forgive me for being so conceited as to steal your adoration from your...tequila sunrise? Wow.”

“Judge all you want. It’s fucking delicious. Sorry for disappointing you by not ordering the manly strep throat cocktail.”

“No, no. No disappointment found over here. You just don’t strike me as the guy to go for that. Just a bit of situational irony is all. In fact, I’m happy that you have that as a choice.”

“You’re ecstatic about the choice in alcoholic beverage of the guy that you’ve met less than 24 hours ago?”

“Yeah. Cause I can do things like this.”

She grabs the drink out of my hand and takes a few long sips, giving exaggerated delighted sounds as she intakes the liquid. She then places the cup down on the counter, looking me in my eyes with a snarky look accompanied with a satisfied,

“Ahhh.”

I look at my beverage only to discover that only ⅓ of it is left behind. The nerve, tha gall, nay. The CHUTZPAH of this woman!

“Oops, was that only for you?” she taunts with a feigned apology, “Oh, and I practically ...

... drank it all. Oooo, that’s always the worst. I just couldn’t control myself. Oh well. Guess there’s nothing to do about it now.”

I take a breath before looking her in her bitchy eyes, saying in the calmest tone I can muster,

“Ah, it’s not an issue at all. It is a good drink choice. But nothing that...hmm…12? Yeah. $12 and an apology can’t fix, right?”

“Oh, of course, you old sack of wrinkles. I’ll get right on that. I’m always the first one to set things right with proper reparations.”

She takes a step forward, getting inches away from my face, practically oozing sarcasm as she folds her arms and punctuates her sentiment with,

“You know, only to those who can actually make me.”

...

“Yeah~! Yeah~! Yeah~! Oh, God, that’s so fucking good~!”

Funny. It’s like she becomes a completely different person when we come here. Calm, cool, and collected at the bar when she’s drinking my drink, yet a submissive little slut when her face is pushed against a motel wall, while I’m plunging my cock in and out of her ass. But I’m still missing my apology. So let’s fix that.

“Say it,” I demand, whispering in her ear,

“Hah~...Hah~...F-fuck you,” she replies between moans.

I’ll give her this, she’s a persistent little fucker. But I’ve got ways of breaking stubborn skanks like her. I guide us away from the wall before gripping onto the backs of her thighs, praying that I’ve not only still got the bone structure to pull off this maneuver, but the skill also. It’s been so ...