Carla The Liar - Sex Stories

Carla The Liar

... couch.

“Now,” she purred, peeling off her shirt, exposing her shapely breasts and erect nipples. “Now, I’ll tell you everything. Some of it true, some just because I’m horny.”

“Don’t you wan…” Alex’s voice trailed off.

He decided that rather than ask her if she wanted to relax and talk, first, the gentlemanly thing to do was to let the woman get her way. He once read that women are submissive by nature, and they want a strong, dominant man to guide them. The author of that article had, obviously, never met the likes of Carla. The horny blond, standing there topless, grabbed an ominous-looking dildo from the coffee table, jumped over the cluttered table, and landed on the couch, beside Alex, with a whomp of the cushions.

She let the knurled and textured behemoth dildo lie there, bringing herself up to her knees and bending over Alex’s crotch. Although drunk, her nimble fingers quickly undid his belt, opened his pants, and pulled out his cock.

“I like to be used, treated like a worthless whore,” she cooed, stroking his shaft with one hand. Her other hand shot between her legs. Alex couldn’t see what she was doing, but the wet, sloshing sounds of Carla finger-fucking herself alerted him of her actions.

She continued, stroking both his cock and her wet pussy, faster. “I love being watched, being made to be a free-use slut, and you can do anything you want to me. I love everything sexual. Call your friends, and I’ll let them treat me like trash while you ...

... watch. Piss on me! I love it. Use my holes however you want.”

“What are some of the nastiest things you’ve done? Oh, fuck, Carla. You suck cock so good.”

The horny blonde gave in to her desires, taking his cock into her mouth, pumping her lips up and down as she felt it grow longer and thicker.

“Nice cock,” she complimented, taking her mouth off his manhood, staring up at him with intense arousal. “You name it, I’ve done it.” She returned to servicing his cock, moaning over the head.

“Anal sex?” Alex probed.

“Mm-hmm.” She kept sucking, her tongue a whirlwind over his glans.

“Gang bangs. Do you like pulling a train?”

“Fuck yes!” Carla’s voice was all pants and moans. She grabbed the huge toy and crammed it into her molten cunt, thrusting it in and out wildly.

“Porn theater sex. I bet you never got down on your knees and sucked strange cocks before.”

She pulled her moaning face out of his crotch, still fucking herself, wildly.

“Fuck… yes… I, oh, shit…have. Loved it. Stroke your fucking cock for me. Show me how hot you think I am.”

Alex grabbed his hard cock, still slick with her saliva, and began stroking it, looking at her. The horny blonde, lost in the possession of her torrid lust, leaned back, showing her lover how hard she liked to fuck herself with the intimidating, textured toy. She moaned wildly, cursing and swearing.

“Really? You’re a porn theater slut?”

“I went last week. I was such a dirty whore that I stayed up all night fucking ...