It Was A Blind Date - Sex Stories

It Was A Blind Date

... pussy with every thrust. She slapped him again when he made eye contact and shoved him. “Don’t eyeball me, motherfucker! You don’t get to have this.” At that moment Ric’s rotund cock started to destroy her pussy, stretching it out even more. His hips started to increase their pace as she put both her hands to her mouth. Bent over at an almost ninety degree angle, she squealed under the forced pressure of her hands, but it was all she could take before pulling away from his fuck meat and spraying her juices all over the floor and him. Her mascara running down her face and almost out of breath from being rag-dolled, she fell to one knee, while her hands braced her. She was not defeated; in fact, she resembled a lioness leering over its kill ready to devastate. Ric held out his dripping, soaked cock; a thick white stain of her cream coated the base of his prick. Without skipping a beat, he spun Celeste’s little figure around, picking her up in the air and fucking her hard, her legs straddling his muscled torso as the spiked heels she was sporting fell to the floor. Tom began masturbating furiously, hoping she would let him cum on her, but also finding it hot if she would reject it while laughing at him for having a small cock that looked like shit next to Ric’s. A grunt escaped Ric’s throat and he pushed her up against one of the stalls and drove Celeste to the floor with his hand spread out over the top of head. A few strokes and he coated her face with a thick load of cum. ...

... She was breathing hard and she started to giggle as she let it sit there for a few moments before her long eyelashes lifted away his cream, letting her baby blues shine through again. She curled his cum up with her fingers, tilting her head back as if witnessing a vision, she then dipped it into her mouth, sucking her fingers and swallowing it. Tom came closer, and in doing so allowed Celeste to flick some of Ric’s jizz at him. “Hey,” said Tom, “that’s gross.” “Cry me a river, pussy.” Celeste snapped back as Ric laughed and commanded Celeste to suck him clean. She did so as he pulled up his pants. "You, my dear,” said Celeste to Tom, “can empty your sad shit in that sink over there, nobody wants that.” Tom watched himself in the smudged mirror, sprinkled with Celeste’s juices, jerking off into the porcelain sink and oddly enjoying it as he watched her shimmy on her panties behind him. When he walked back upstairs he saw their food sitting there, now cold. He looked out the wide windows of the restaurant, watching her stroll away down the cobbled stone street. A finger touched the back of his shoulder and he turned around to meet the gaze of the waitress holding a tray of drinks. “Ummm, sir?” Tom blinked at her. “There is a woman with blonde hair over there, looking for you. She’s just past the bar.” Approaching the woman, Tom inquired what she wanted. She had short hair and a slender face that looked worried. "I’m so, so sorry,” she stated, rising to meet him, “I went to the ...