This late the parking lot was pretty full so I was forced to park on the opposite side of the complex from my apartment. Feeling a little tipsy, I climbed out of my car, slipped my heels back on to make the walk across the pavement, and headed for one of the side entrances to the complex.
Because it was an entrance I rarely used, I was more than a little bit startled to hear someone call out to me as I approached the complex.
“Looks like you had fun tonight,” said the vaguely familiar voice.
I turned towards the sound and saw Johnny sitting on his outside patio. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his incredible body. He had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were at least ten empty bottles on the table in front of him.
“It was okay,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement building in my loins.
“Just okay?” he asked.
I walked over towards him and leaned up against the iron fence that surrounded his patio, giving him a nice view of my tits. “Yeah, you can only have so much fun when your group is made up entirely of girls.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, flashing a wry smile. “I’ve had lots of fun with groups made up entirely of girls.”
I matched his smile with one of my own. “I’m sure you have.”
“Of course, they probably had more fun than I did.”
I laughed under my breath. “Not very modest, are you?”
“Not at all,” he replied. “Especially not when I’ve had this much to drink.”
“Well, lucky for you I don’t like my men modest,” I said.
“What about drunk?”
“Actually I like them that way.”
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“Because they’re more likely to not have any inhibitions,” I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t.
He didn’t. His smile grew wider but his gaze didn’t waver one bit. “That’s funny,” he said. “That’s the same reason I like my women drunk.”
“Then you’re in luck.”
“As are you,” he said.
“So, do you have any more beers in there?” I asked.
“No, but I have some more potent stuff.”
“You mind if I share some with you?”
“I’d be delighted,” he said. “As long as you’re willing to share some other stuff too.”
“Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight,” I said. “I’m in one of those kinds of moods.”
“What a coincidence,” he said. “So am I.”
“Then I guess I’ll meet you at your door,” I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.
This was gonna be fun.
#
Ten minutes later we were in his kitchen, throwing down our sixth shot of Tequila. Combined with my earlier drinking I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was in that perfect state; drunk enough to act compulsively but not so wasted that I didn’t know what I was doing. I was fully aware of my actions, I just didn’t care.
“Can I tell you something?” I said, catching Johnny’s eye and giving him a nasty little smile.
“You can tell me whatever you want.”
I cupped my hand around my mouth, leaned in towards him, stuck my mouth right next to his ear and whispered, “I really need to get fucked.”
“Is that right?” he said, shifting his head so he was looking at me. One corner of his mouth was turned up in a confident little smirk.
“Yep. And when I say fucked I mean fucked,” I said, running my hands over his chest while I talked. “With a capital F. Not made love to, all mellow and romantic and shit. Fucked. Hard. Pounded. Until I’m screaming.” I shifted so my face was directly in front of his. Our lips were practically touching. “Do you think you can help me out with that?”
“Oh, I don’t think that would be much of a problem at all,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and easily lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. “Good hard poundings just happen to be my specialty.”
“Lucky me,” I said.
He stepped in closer and stuck his tongue into my mouth and started aggressively exploring it.
I returned the favor, kissing him back just as intensely as he was kissing me. His hands ran up under my shirt and deftly undid my bra. I shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed my tits while we continued to make out.
His head moved down to my chin and then neck, kissing me as he went, stopping only once he reached my tits. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it until it was hard, then sucked on it right up until that perfect point between pleasure and pain before letting go and making his way over to the other one.
Johnny working my tits was making me horny as hell. I ran my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy over my panties. It only took a few seconds before I was soaking through them. I yanked them aside and slipped two fingers into my pussy and started playing with myself, rubbing and fingering my soaking wet pussy.
Still banging myself, I ran my free hand up his leg to his crotch, feeling his hard cock beneath his pants. I began to rub my hand against it, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.
The more aggressively I worked his cock the more intensely he went after my nipples and it wasn’t long before we were both ready to move forward.
I popped my nipple out of his mouth and dropped to my knees until my head was right in front of his crotch. I could see his dick pushing against the cotton of his pants. He was rock-hard.
I looked up at him, making eye contact, giving him puppy dog eyes as I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasn’t the biggest dick I’ve ever seen but it wasn’t the smallest either, right about six inches long and pretty thick. And it was hard enough to hammer nails, which was all that really mattered anyway.
Still looking up at him, I wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened my mouth, and took the head of his cock between my lips. I sucked on the tip while stroking the shaft with my hand, working slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace.
It wasn’t long before I was taking him halfway down with every pump, then three-quarters, and finally swallowing his entire cock. With my hands grabbing his ass, I took his cock down my throat and held it there, deepthroating him with ease, my nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock tickled the back of my throat.
“Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, making me feel good. I love being in control of a man’s pleasure, making him feel things he’s never felt before. It’s empowering.
After a good five seconds, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, inch-by-inch, releasing it slowly, leaving it glistening in the light with my saliva. I jerked him off as I took a moment to catch my breath.
“Do you like that?” I asked, smiling up at him. “Do you like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat?”
“I fucking love it,” he said.
“Do you want to fuck my face?” I asked.
“Hell yeah,” he said, nodding.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I said, opening my mouth wide.
A little grin crept onto Johnny’s face and he took a step forward. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head towards him as he slid his cock into my waiting mouth.
He didn’t waste any time, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth with reckless abandon, giving me his entire cock with every pump. His balls slapped up against my chin and his grip on my hair got tighter as he hammered away, grunting under his breath.
I ran one of my hands down my stomach and started rubbing my clit. My pussy was already wet from me playing with it earlier and the enjoyment I got from blowing him, but it practically dripping now that he had taken control. Giving blowjobs may have always turned me on like crazy but getting face-fucked was even better. Especially by a man who kno
w what he was doing, as Johnny so obviously did.
He continued pummeling my mouth with his cock for another thirty seconds, making me gag and cough but not slowing down, aggressively slamming his cock in and out of my mouth as I stared up at him. He forced me to deepthroat him once again for a short time before pulling away.
I could tell from the look on his face that he was pretty close to cumming already, which just wouldn’t do. So I stood up and grabbed ahold of his cock and led him to the couch to give him some time to cool down.
Once there I gave him a push on the shoulders, dropping him to the couch.
“How do you want me?” he asked.
“On your back, lengthwise,” I said. “Your head up on the arm.”
“Like this?” he asked after moving into position.
“Exactly,” I said, coming around the side of the couch over by his head and turning around. I was standing on the floor, facing away from him, my ass directly above his face, just inches away. I had one hand on each asscheek, holding my ass open for him to gaze upon its glory.
“You like my ass and my pussy, don’t you?” I said, taunting him just a bit.
“I love them,” he replied.
“Yeah? How much do you love them?”
“More than anything in the world,” Johnny said.
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.”
“So you won’t mind if I smother you with them?”
“Not at all,” he said.
“All right,” I said. “But no complaining later.”
“Never,” Johnny said.
So I dropped my pussy right onto his face, still spreading my asscheeks to allow him deep between them, and relaxed my legs, giving him almost my entire weight. Once his face was firmly between my cheeks, I released them, creating a seal around his nose and mouth, cutting off all his access to air.
But still he worked my pussy with his tongue, moving it around in circles inside me, tickling my insides.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, grinding on his face with my pussy, forcing his tongue deeper inside me. “You’re a good little boy, letting me sit on your face like this.”
I could feel Johnny’s energy waning due to lack of oxygen, so I lifted myself up off him for a few seconds, letting him catch his breath, then dropped right back onto his face, this time scooting forward a little bit so my asshole was right on his mouth.
Switching up the holes didn’t seem to faze him one bit, as he started licking my asshole with the same fervor as he’d gone after my pussy. It wasn’t long before his rigid tongue was inside my anus, exploring around and bobbing in and out.
“Goddammit!” I yelled between deep, gasping breaths as I pushed down further on his face with my ass, forcing his tongue deeper inside my asshole. “Work that asshole with your tongue, you dirty, filthy little boy.”
And work it he did, holding his rigid tongue in place as I bounced up and down on his face. It felt so good that an orgasm was right over the horizon. I sat down on his face once again, lifting my feet off the floor this time to increase the leverage and allow his tongue even deeper access to my anus, then started working my clit with my fingers to speed up the process.
It wasn’t long before my body was shaking and shuddering as the orgasm ripped through me, causing my pussy to squirt everywhere, most of which ended up on Johnny’s face.
“That was fucking incredible,” I said as I lifted myself off him.
Turning around, I bent over at the waist and kissed him, tasting my sweet tangy juices on his lips. With my face above his and our heads facing opposite directions, it was difficult to make out, but we did our best, my tits lying atop his forehead and my hair dropping down onto his chest.
Johnny reached his hands towards my face but I wanted to maintain strict control for the time being, so I grabbed his wrists and forced them back down to his side.
“Not yet,” I said, breaking off our kiss. Looking down at him, I said. “Soon enough you can have your way with me. But for now, I’m still in control. Understand?”
“Yes,” he said, trying to sound reluctant but failing miserably. It was obvious he enjoyed being told what to do.
“Good,” I said. “Now just lie there with your arms at your side.”
Johnny did as he was told without complaint. That excited me greatly, the ability for a man to let the girl take charge without complaint was a huge bonus. Not many men could pull that off, especially not ones that looked like Johnny.
As he laid there, arms at his side, I climbed atop him, putting my knees on the arm of the couch, one on each side of his head, straddling his face. I dropped my pussy onto his mouth and leaned forward, taking his hard cock in my hand. After slapping it against my tongue a couple of times, I took it between my lips and dropped my head down, swallowing his entire cock with ease.
I held his cock there, deep in my throat, for five seconds before pulling off. While he continued working my pussy with his tongue, I let the saliva drip from my mouth and onto his cock, then wrapped my hand around his shaft and jerked him off.
“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” I asked, turning back to watch him eat my pussy. There was a grunt of assent from his mouth that was muffled by my flesh but still audible. “Do you want me to do it some more?”
Another muffled yes and then I was dropping my head down once more, deepthroating him again, his cock tickling the back of my throat as I held it there for almost a full ten seconds this time before pulling away and climbing off his face.
“Holy fucking shit you’re good at that,” he said as I came around the front of the couch.
“Why thank you,” I said, grabbing his legs and pulling them down so he was sitting properly on the couch. “I’ve worked hard at it.”
“I can tell,” he said.
“Want to see what else I’m good at?” I asked, staring down at him with a wide smile.
“I can’t wait,” he said, matching my smile.
I climbed onto the couch and straddled him, my knees bents, my shins on the couch, and my ass resting just in front of his cock. I leaned in and kissed him, my tongue darting around in his mouth while he fondled my tits.
We made out a for a little, enjoying a little bit of downtime, letting ourselves recover and catch our breath. Once that was taken care of, I reached back and grabbed ahold of Johnny’s shaft, lifted my hips up just a bit, and slid his cock into my pussy.
Keeping my lips attached to his, I rode his cock, gently at first, moving around in slow, rhythmic circles. He let out a highly excited groan. Apparently there was something about making out while fucking that really got him going.
I quickly took advantage of this and started moving more quickly against him, rocking my body back and forth while keeping his cock planted deep inside my pussy.
Johnny responded by going after my tits with more vigor, squeezing them tighter and tweaking my nipples with his fingertips.
From there I upped the ante, breaking off the kiss and leaning back, allowing me to bounce up and down and his cock more forcefully.
He replied by rubbing my clit with his fingers.
It went on like this for a while, each of us trying to outdo the other. I would lean back, changing the angle of penetration and he would grab my asscheeks and spread them wide to allow his cock deeper entry inside of me. I would reach back and fondle his balls and he would grab ahold of my hair and yank. I would lean forward and put my hands on his chest to give myself more leverage, and he would rise up and take my nipple in his mouth and chew on it.
We continued like this for a good ten minutes before I’d had enough. It was time to take control.
Keeping his cock deep inside of me, I spun around so I was facing away from him, riding him reverse cowgirl. I grabbed his knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted my body so my feet were on the floor, giving me more leverage to work with.
Once I was positioned correctly, I slammed down onto him,
my ass bouncing against his groin, impaling myself on his cock. His hands were on my hips, holding on for dear life while I pummeled him.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said, turning back to look at him. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”
“I love it,” he said.
“Yeah, I can tell. Your cock is harder than ever.”
Looking straight ahead once again, I put my hands on his knees and bent forward, then started pummeling him even more aggressively.
“Slap my ass,” I said.
Johnny did as he was told.
“Harder,” I said. “Like you mean it.”
So he did, slapping my asscheek in time with my thrusts.
“That’s right,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
I pounded away at him, smashing his balls as I dropped my body onto him with full force, my breath growing quicker by the second.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed while he continued slapping my ass. It was starting to hurt a little bit but the pain was just getting me more excited. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”
He turned up the intensity even more. My screams had reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at him, but simply expressions of pure pleasure.
I continued along this path for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as I reached orgasm. My body shuddered and shook but I didn’t slow down, still pounding away at him for a few more seconds before finally falling still.
I wasn’t able to rest for long, however, as Johnny wrapped his arms around me and climbed up from the couch.
“Now it’s my turn to run the show,” he said, dropping me onto the couch.
He grabbed ahold of my legs and pushed them forward, lifting up my bottom half to give him a better angle to work with. Holding my legs in place, he slipped his rock-hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. I took it all the way inside me without any resistance.
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