Not My Type - Sex Stories

Not My Type

... Bet she’s sitting at home with her princess crown on wishing you’d man the fuck up. Dreaming of being ravaged by someone who isn’t a pussy bitch.” She tossed me a lopsided grin. “Maybe she’s already being fucked by someone with a spine and you’re gonna los—”

She didn’t get any further. I launched from the chair and cut her off with my grip around her throat. Marched her back a few steps and slammed her against the wall by the whiteboard, pulse thundering. With my mouth an inch from her ear, that’s when her perfume took hold, and I snarled, “Don’t you disrespect Robyn. She’s every inch the saint compared to the… the slut you are, with your loose morals and short skirts and no panties and all this,” I brought my palm to her face and smeared her juices over it.

Zoë twisted her face to one side, grabbed my wrist and hauled it down over her body, skimming her chest and belly until I cupped her naked pussy again. She tugged up and ground herself against my palm, groaning, whispering, “Yeah, show me. Make me pay.”

Her grip relaxed and she cupped the back of my hand, curling my fingers up into her scorching cunt. Nodded as I took over. She was fucking drenched. Our breath was out of sync in one another’s ears as I began to saw my fingers back and forth. She chanted, “Show me,” under her breath and I picked up the pace but it clearly wasn’t enough. She grasped my hand again and tugged it free. Angled her hips and brought it up hard against her pussy until I got the ...

... idea.

“Oh, I see,” I spat. “The naughty slut wants to be punished.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Like this?”

I slapped her lips with two fingers and she moaned, “Yesss. More.”

“More?” I drew back and splatted my whole palm against her pussy.

“Godyesmore,” she huffed. Gritted her teeth. “Harder.”

Pulling my dripping hand away, I launched it against her cunt and she sank her face into my neck, wailing, “Yes.”

Showing no signs of wanting it to stop and the blood fizzing through my veins, I punctuated each stinging slap with a word. “Fucking. Filthy. Slut.” She moaned her assent and twisted her body around my hand with each spank, uncoiling for the next. ”Dirty. Little…” I pulled back and crashed one more into her. “Cunt.”

While I massaged the stings away, she dripped into my palm and grappled for my belt with quivering hands. Unbuckling it, she yanked the buttons open and dug into my underwear to free my raging cock. We both moaned as she jacked the shaft.

I slid my hand away and she ran the tip of my hardness through her slit. Letting go, she lifted one leg to snake around the back of mine, opening herself for me. Gliding her hand up my back and into my hair, she held me to her and whispered, ”Take me. Everything is yours.”

My cock pierced her slippery pussy lips and sank deep. We didn’t hang around savouring the moment or adjusting to the tightness of her bald little cunt gripping my shaft, our hips found a frantic rhythm from thrust one. I clutched at her frame and she ...