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It’s way late at night and the party is lame and my friends suck and I’m drunk. The guy drops me off at home, I don’t know his name but he gives me a ride so long as I let him grope me. Maybe I shouldn’t be such a whore, but it’s not like I’m cheating or anything. Plus, it turns me on, gets me all excited…
The guy takes his out from inside me and I pull my dress back together, waving goodnight. Cloudless and hot, the dark skies buzz with potency. I stumble up the stairs to my apartment and slam the door behind me, not on purpose, I’m just willing. The party was only a distraction, something to tide me over until what happens next. I’m grinning and thirsty for dick as I beeline through the apartment on a path towards Corey’s bedroom.
“Hey, baby,” I coo, slipping inside, “How was work?” He’s already sprawled over the mattress, sheet sloppy and barely covering him. I yank it off, stroke his broad back, trace his sinews. “Did you miss me?”
“Hey, Cali, baby,” he says, rolling over, “I’m fucking exhausted, it was so hot in the kitchen tonight.”
“Mmmm,” I say, sliding my hand down his chest, “All those ovens and stoves and heat on a hot night like tonight, I don’t know how you do it.” I kiss his cheek, grab his cock.
He sighs, opens his legs. “Fuck, you’re a godsend, Cali.”
“But you’re still liking it?” His dick grows stiff as I tug on it, hot and thick in my palm. “Being a chef?”
He moans. “I’m not a chef yet,” he says, but he’s distracted, focused on his cock, on how I massage him stiff, on how I play with his erection. His breathing quickens, he reaches behind my neck, pushes my head towards his hips.
“No, I need you, Corey,” I murmur, letting myself be pushed, “I need you inside me.”
His hand is in my hair, guiding me as he groans. “In the morning, I promise, baby,” he says, “Just do, ah fuck… what you’re doing now. It feels so good.”
“Mmmhmm,” I mutter, my mouth filled.
“Oh fuck yes…” he moans, “You’re too good to me.”
I catch my breath, stroking him. “Don’t you forget it,” I say before taking him back in, sucking him off. I go right for his favorite spot, not drawing anything out.
“Fuck…” he pants, and then he cums, pumps himself into my mouth.
I swallow. “How was that, baby?” But he’s already asleep.
Well, fuck. I’m still horny, wetter then ever. But I guess that’s not happening.
I’m also still drunk, and if I can’t get any dick, at least I’m gonna get some chips. I slip out of Corey’s bedroom, through the living room, towards the kitchen. I pass by his dweeb roommate Kevin’s bedroom. Light glows from under the door, music echoing out softly. Good, the less I have to deal with Kevin, the better.
I collapse onto the chair, spilling over the dining table, bag of chips secure in my hand. My tits spilling out of my dress, I yank it back up. My mind is all about the chips, on the salty, oily crunch. But I reach inside, and, what the fuck, there’s only crumbs.
“Nooo…” I wail. Why does everything suck?
I look around, see a bowl on the table. There’s a fat, long, green cucumber sitting there, taunting me. It’s still wrapped in plastic, and for a moment, I actually consider it.
But then a door opens, and Kevin stumbles out. He’s a slob, shirtless with sweatpants, headphones over his ears. He passes me by, grunting when he sees me. What an ass.
He opens the fridge, pulls out a beer from a six-pack, puts the rest away. He cracks the bottlecap open on the counter and starts walking back to his bedroom without even a goodbye.
“Hey, give me one,” I say.
He frowns, pulls his headphones down. “What?”
“Give me one of your beers.”
His frown deepens. “Why?”
“Because I said so!”
“No.”
I glare at him. “C’mon Kevin, stop being an asshole.”
“Show me your tits,” he nods at my chest, the dress barely covering it, “Then I’ll give you one.”
“No!” I straighten the straps. “You’re disgusting, you creep.”
“Fine then,” he slides his headphones back up, “No beer for you.”
I groan in frustration. “Wait.”
“For what?” he sneers.
“Why do you want to see my tits? Are you going to go back in your room and jack off? You going to go in there all by yourself and cry as your masturbate? You fucking loser, can’t get a girl, you resort to this bribery bullshit. You wouldn’t even know what to do with my tits if you saw them.”
He stomps up to me. He is quite tall, big and imposing, now that I realize. “Try me, Cali,” he says.
I had no intention of showing Kevin my tits, but seeing him here, glaring at me, I’m actually curious to see what he’ll do. Or maybe I’m just super horny. Either way, I pull my shoulder straps around my arms, shimmy the dress down, and show him my tits. “Fine.”
He stares, licking his lips. “Nice,” he says, handing me his beer.
“Hey, I want a fresh one!”
“Wasn’t the deal,” he says, pulling a new one from the fridge, “Now I’m going to go to my room, and masturbate. See you later, Cali.”
“You fucking loser,” I shout after him. “I knew you’d have no fucking balls.” My tits are still out, and I grab them, squeeze them, pinch my nipples. But the effort is lost on Kevin, who doesn’t even look back.
I guzzle down the beer and decide to follow him to his bedroom. “A girl shows you her tits, and you just walk away?”
He closes his door in my face.
“Kevin, you stupid fuck,” I call, “What a loser. My tits are still right out here, and you’re inside your room, jacking off like a loser.”
Nothing.
“You sorry, pathetic masturbator! Hope you like jerking off, since no girl will ever touch you.” I’m not sure why I’m saying these things, I’m just drunk and angry and on a roll.
And still, there’s no response.
But I’m stubborn, and so I get angrier. “I actually feel sorry for you,” I say, “You and your micropenis. Totally incapable of pleasing a woman. No wonder you’re always alone.”
Again, nothing.
“You’re such an asshole, Kevin. Open the fucking door so I can laugh at your miserable dick. I want to see how sad you–”
Suddenly, the door swooshes open. Kevin’s on the other side, standing there, buck naked, large, swollen, red erection jutting aggressively from his hips.
“–oh!” I exclaim.
He grabs my wrist, pulls me into his room, and slams the door behind me. “You talk a lot of shit,” he says, placing my hand on his cock.
It’s automatic — I’m horny, and I love cock, and he’s got a hard, thick one — so I stroke him without even thinking about it, thumbing his glans.
“Cali, you’re such a bitch,” he growls, grabbing me, pushing me down onto his bed. “Show me your pussy.”
“The fuck would you even know about pussy?” I say. But I spread my knees all slow, hike my dress up like I’m teasing him, and make a face when it pops into his view. I rub myself, push my lips to the side, make them spring back. “You ever seen one of these before? In real life, I mean, not your internet porn.”
He stares, slowly stroking his shaft as he watches. “I’ve gotten better pussy than yours, but I’m not picky. I’ll fuck your skank-ass twat just as a public service, just to get you to shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep.”
“You what?” I finger myself, thumb brushing against my clit, “You think your sorry excuse for a boner would even last two seconds inside me? My pussy’s fucking gold, not like those loose sluts you buy. Look at this, you ever seen pussy this fucking tight?” I flick it back and forth, stick my tongue out in a sneer.
“Only reason you’re so tight,” he chuckles, stepping closer, “Is cuz Corey only fucks you in your mouth. He don’t care two bits about your pussy.” He’s so close, his legs are between mine.
“I know!” I forget whose side I’m on. “That motherfucker passed out on me!”
“His loss,” Kevin says, grabbing me legs behind the knees and pushing them back, until he’s pinning them to the bed on either side of my chest. His dick brushes against my wet, willing sex.
“You stupid, timid fuck,” I bark, “What the fuck are you waiting for? A signed invitation?”
And then his cock is inside me, splitting me open. But it’s not enough.
“Is that all you got?” I say, “Has anyone you’ve ever fucked came back for seconds?”
He growls, “Do you know anyone who likes you?” He pounds his hips into me, way more powerfully than I expected. “Or do you just get through life by being hot?”
That one actually stings, I must be getting to him. “You jerk, I can’t believe I’m letting you fuck me.”
“You begged for it, slut.”
Oh, that’s right. “Whatever.” I grab my legs. “If you’re going to fuck me, at least you could do a better fucking job of it. You haven’t even touched my tits.”
He grits his teeth, slaps my breasts.
“Oh! Fuck!” My back arches in reflex.
He slaps them again, harder.
“Aieee!” I squeal, loving it.
Then, without warning, he pulls back right when it was getting good. I frown, “The fuck–”
“Roll over,” he commands.
I roll onto my stomach, and he pulls me down until I’m bent over his bed. I push my ass out. He slaps it, gropes it. I push it out farther. Then his dick’s once again inside me, skewering me deep and quick. I open my mouth to taunt him, “You– you fuck–” but I can’t get the sentence out, I’m breathing too hard. And what eventually comes out isn’t what I was intending, as I yell at him, “Fuck me harder!”
But he’s already shoving into with his full weight, what more can he do?
His arm wraps around my torso, pulling me up against him. He squishes one tit under his forearm, grabs the other. And then his other hand finds my neck, clamps down on my throat.
Oh. This is something he could do.
He fucks like a wildman, dominating me. His fingers are rough on my nipple, tight on my neck. His cock is a torrent of pleasure inside me. My body — it acts on its own, muscles flexing, limbs twitching. I’m climaxing, I realize, moments before the pleasure shoots through me, makes me scream.
And then Kevin’s orgasming too, a hot slickness spreading inside me.
I turn, look at him over my shoulder. “Did you really just cum in me?”
He rolls off me, panting as he catches his breath. “Whatever,” he says, “You loved it.”
His spunk drips down my thigh, and it’s true, I’m finally sated. “Yeah, seems like I did.”
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