Carla The Liar - Sex Stories

Carla The Liar

... strangers joining in.”

“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” she moaned. If Alex didn’t know better, he’d have sworn that she dropped her hand between her thighs and was touching herself. “Wait! Did you just say you think I’m hot? Oooh, mmm,” she moaned.

“You’re two of my favorite things,” he chortled, “sexy and slutty. I find the two, combined, is a lethal combination of hotness.”

“It’s your lucky night, then. I’m the biggest fucking slut you’ll ever meet, and nothing is taboo for me. Well, I don’t do non-consent, but anything else goes. I guess you could call me a trashy whore.”

“Trashy whore!”

She laughed. “I didn’t mean, literally.”

“Yes, you did. Your body responded with fire when I said it.” Alex knew he was in. It was, most definitively, his night. “Your nipples poked out even more when I said, ‘trashy whore.’”

“Stop it! You’re making me all wet, and my nipples are tingling.”

“Barkeep! Another round for me and my dirty slut, the kinky, trashy whore.”

She bit her lower lip, gnawing over the effect his words were having on her.

“Talking nasty and dirty is another of my kinks. It’s like we’re made for each other.”

Having established a rapport, solely based on talking about sex, the rest of the time went smoothly. Carla talked herself into a sexual stupor, obviously not lying about loving sex. The more she talked, the hornier she became, and Alex let her ramble on, prompting her from one sexual topic to the next.

Carla was finishing up one of her ...

... torrid tales. “So he’s fucking me up the ass while I’m berating his wife, pissing all over her tits while the woman fucks herself with that giant dildo. Then, I make him shoot his load deep inside my asshole, and the cunt begs me to let her suck it out of my ass.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Two, maybe three days ago. I told you that I’m down for anything.”

“Okay, last drinks. We’ll play a game. While we drink, I’ll think of something nasty and perverted. If you’ve done it, you have to finger yourself for ten seconds.”

“Here? Everyone can see.”

“You know you love it.”

“And I know that you know. I have a better idea.”

Carla stood, shaking out her unruly locks, and reached under her skirt. The horny blonde peeled off her flimsy panties and tossed them onto the table.

“Put those in your pocket and follow me. I live nearby. Let’s fuck.”

Carla’s apartment was a slightly run-down, second-story flat above a storefront. While not too messy, it was obvious that the sexy blonde was no neat freak. Worn clothing, all of it slutty, was strewn about at random, tossed over the backs of the couch, and some chairs, in piles on the floor. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the coffee table, a cluster of sex toys strewn around it, some of them showing evidence of recent use. The place smelled of incense, with patches of pot smoke, sex, and stale alcohol wafting throughout.

Without prompting, Carla grabbed Alex by the collar of his shirt and shoved him onto the ...