A Slut's One Night Stand - Sex Stories

A Slut's One Night Stand

... wearing any panties." I admitted.

"What a whore you are." She said. "Take off your skirt, whore."

I didn't argue.

I dropped my hands from my hard nipples to my skirt and shuffled it off my body. "What about the socks?" I asked.

"Keep them on. Sluts always do." She answered, beckoning me towards her living room.

She skipped the overheads entirely and went straight for the ambient lighting and chill-wave playlist. I followed after her and stood behind her as she cleared pillows from her large, king sized soft couch.

"Sit." She said.

I sat.

Straddling my hips, she sat in my lap and ground her clit into my cock. She whimpered into my mouth and I moaned into hers and we locked lips and made out like we were in high school. Grabbing my face, she licked my lips and spat on my mouth.

"Whore." She said softly, rubbing her saliva in with the flat of her thumb.

"I'm not a whore." I lied.

She slapped my face with a playful scolding. "I don't believe you."

My protest was cut short as she spit again on my mouth. Then her eyes narrowed.

"You're going to lay back now, and I'm gonna use your mouth until I come. Understood?"

I nodded and obeyed without a word, scooting backward on her couch. She could've ordered me to leap off her balcony if the reward for doing so was the liquid gold pooling between her legs.

She gyrated seductively, pulling her panties down and kicking them off. Her hands went to her back and a second later her gorgeous tits ...

... sprung free of their prison, nipples swollen, flesh firm and full.

Aching from her show, I bit my lower lip in anticipation, and drew the good kind of pain into my mouth. Moving forward like a puma, she raised a silky, powerful leg onto the corner of the couch and gave me a full view of her gorgeous flower. Every move she made topped the last, and when her right hand dipped into her honey pot and smeared it's cream all over her pubic mound, I whimpered wantonly.

"Do you want my cunt, baby?" She cooed, battering her pussy like she was massaging out deep tissue tension.

Again, words failed to leave my lips, but my head nodded of its own accord. By now, my body had fully taken over and my mind was on autopilot.

"Tell me you want my cunt, baby." She lusted, rolling her head back.

She shone beneath the ambient lighting of her apartment, all awash in hues of sapphire and crimson.

"I do." I choked, fighting to work my tongue in any intelligible way.

"No baby." She rasped. "I wanna hear you say the words... Tell my you want my cunt... tell me you need my pussy."

"I need your pussy, I'd die for your cunt." I moaned, entranced by her hand as it worked her over into her first orgasm.

She swore and groaned as she came, but without waiting for the come down, she climbed onto the couch and straddled my head between her silky thighs.

"Be careful what you wish for." She grinned lowering herself onto my begging mouth.

Trapping me beneath her full hips and firm, ...