A Slut's One Night Stand - Sex Stories

A Slut's One Night Stand

It took us the better part of an hour to get back to her place. Much of that hour was filled with hungry hands and hungrier mouths. Passing through the door of her apartment building changed nothing. She kept her fingers wrapped around my cock, and I kept my mouth focused on her mouth. My hands managed to wrestle the elevator fob from the back pocket of her jeans, and two minutes later, we shambled into it ... along with three other people.

She immediately became the good girl and straightened up, smiling happily to the interlopers on our set. I whined under my breath but she shot me a flat, don't-fuck-with-it glance. Three other floors passed, and the three other people passed and finally we hit her floor, 41 floors up.

On a dime she turned on me, pulling me from the box and into her hallway, one hand on my cock and the other entangled in my hair. How we managed the navigation to her apartment I don't know, but stepping through its front door smashed all boundaries on our actions. I grabbed her neck and pulled her towards me, pressing my lips hard against hers. Moaning into my mouth, she ground her wide hips against me, and pressed her pubic mound against mine. I groaned between her friction and her mouth and held her cheeks so I could properly place kisses and bites without having to worry about her biting back.

She owned my cock on the way to her apartment, it was only fitting that I owned her mouth now.

I bit down on her bottom lip and sucked it gently in ...

... between mine. She smiled against my mouth and I showed her how sweet she was with two kisses planted softly on either corner of her lips. Trailing my lips down her chin and neck, I kissed my way around to her ear. Her skin flushed and relaxed beneath my mouth, and I bit her gingerly around the long muscle running upside her neck, ending the trail with a sharp nip of her ear lobe. She swore and recoiled but I grabbed her neck and pulled her back to me. I kissed her long and slow, grinding my mouth on hers.

"Take your clothes off." I commanded, releasing her as I locked her front door.

"You first." She said, her hand diligently down the front of her jeans.

I wasn't really in the mood to argue to be honest so I stripped my leather jacket off, pulled the silk blouse beneath it over my head and stepped out of my blacks booties.

I shivered standing in just my skirt and thigh highs. My nipples hardened.

"Slut." She said, grinning.

"I'm not." I lied. "Your turn."

Her eyes narrowed but she shifted her hand from the front of her jeans to the side of it, shimmying her thumb around its waist. She swayed back and forth as she peeled the tight denim off her round ass and strong legs, and revealed a pair of black lacy panties beneath, hugging her hips in every way that mattered. Stepping out of her jeans, she pulled her black crop top up over her head and stood in front of me in just her matching balconette bra and panties.

"Your turn." She demanded.

"But I'm not ...