Carla The Liar - Sex Stories

Carla The Liar

... been with too many women to automatically jump at the obvious bait. He realized that she was smarter, more self-aware, than most people. Most guys would immediately respond with some bravado-laden bullshit, telling her how they’re not other guys and how they could handle her like no other. Instead, Alex took that second bit of good fortune and parlayed it into conversational fodder.

“Why don’t you tell me all about why you’re poison while we drink, get to know one another, and decide if you want me.”

Hours flew by. Alex found Carla to be more than he’d initially appraised. She was a horny slut, not at all bothered by society’s judgment, but she was also so much more. He found her to be delightful and intelligent, although her outer shell was rough around the edges. She was just as crazy as he’d imagined, his initial summary far too tame to describe her idiosyncrasies and raw, wanton sexual aggression. Carla discovered that Alex, who she’d barely glanced at, before, was more than she’d hoped for. To her, he was powerful, sexy, desirable, and he didn’t seem put off by her craziness.

Her friends, other barflies, drifted in and out, at first. Once they figured out that she’d latched onto her prize for the night, they let her be. The various men who were hoping to impale her on their cocks also dropped by more frequently. One by one, they figured out that she was no longer interested in them. They went off in search of other conquests.

“I’m not a sex addict, but I’m ...

... addicted to sex. I can’t get enough,” Carla began. “I love everything about sex; the wilder and kinkier, the better. I’m also a pathological liar, sexually. I’ll say anything, claim anything, in the heat of the moment because it gets me off. Sometimes, it’s true, and sometimes, I’m fibbing.”

“Just sexually? You always tell the truth, otherwise?”

“I’d say yes to that, but I’d be lying.” Her smile let him know that he wouldn’t get a straight answer.

“Well,” Alex said, slapping a small stack of twenty-dollar bills on the table. “Tell me all about how you’re too wild for me. When the drink money is gone, I’m heading home, with or without you.”

“Challenge accepted,” she responded. “You might still want me after you hear. You seem different.”

Alex noted that her mindset had shifted. Carla was more than used to men saying or doing anything to earn her affection. She was too caught up in her own games to realize what she had done; she had begun attempting to win his attention.

“Well, to start, I dressed like this on purpose, so I can get a nice, hard cock pounding me to orgasm, later. I’m an exhibitionist. I’m also always horny. Fuck! Even just talking about it like this has me dripping wet, right now.”

Alex felt as if he’d hit the jackpot. Most women needed to be coaxed into opening up about their sexuality, and she opened by talking about how kinky she was.

“So, do you just like showing off your amazing, hot body, or do you like the added thrill of complete ...