Sometimes You Just Want to F*CK

by Brindle Chase

  Sometimes you just want to F*CK

  By Brindle Chase

  Copyright © 2011 by Brindle Chase. Smashwords Edition.

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  Editor: Brindle Chase

  Cover Artist: Brindle Chase

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  Published by www.forlorn-hope.net at smashwords.com

  This book is a work of fiction. Any reference made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Warning

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes, adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers.

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  Sometimes You Just Want to F*ck

  By Brindle Chase

  Life gets so hectic at times, that I forget to relax and enjoy it. I’d stop to smell the roses, but it seems like there is a bill collector behind every bush. I put in my time and then some, but I never seem to get ahead. Work and no play, makes me cranky, and I didn’t have time for relationships.

  A flat tire on the way to my dead end job was just the start. My boss had reamed me for something I wasn’t even involved in. I lost one of my best clients and my favorite team got eliminated from the playoffs.

  When I got home I made a cup of noodles. As I ate in silence, the depression and loneliness hit. I decided I needed to get fucked. I needed to feel someone against me, feel them inside me. Thrusting into me, filling me, stretching my pussy. God, it had been far too long. Enough, already.

  We all feel that need to get laid, to let off some steam. I’m not a slut, but I can be, when I need it badly. Like everyone else, I have a threshold and when I hit that cap, I need to get some. This was one of those times.

  I went to my wardrobe and picked out a teeny tiny miniskirt, then matched it with a spaghetti strapped satin halter. Adding a pair of sheer stockings made the ensemble perfect. If the lines in my face weren’t signal enough, only a moron wouldn’t see my outfit as a desperate plea for some cock. Only if I added a sign around my neck that said, ‘fuck me’ could it be more obvious, but that would’ve been over the top.

  I did my hair in loose spirals, and did my makeup in lady of the evening fashion. I looked pretty good when I took the time, so I did. I even added glitter. Some lucky son of a bitch was in for a wild ride.

  A last glance look in the mirror told me I was a delicious little slut, and couldn’t help but grin. It should’ve bothered me how badly I needed some cock, but first things first. I was getting laid tonight, come hell or high water. After that, I could contemplate the morality of my actions.

  Wasting not another second, I grabbed my purse and headed out. On a whim, I went driving downtown until a flashing neon sign caught my attention. There were people lined up down the block waiting to get in, so I figured it was a hot spot. Perfect.

  Fortunately, the club had some unwritten policy where they ushered young women with short skirts into the club, rather than making them wait in line. Score one for me and I was grateful as in my urgency, I’d forgotten it was a bit nippy outside.

  The place was jumping. Heavy pulsing music blasted to a thumping bass drum while bodies thrashed and ground against one another in a blur of flesh on the endless dance floor. It was wall-to-wall with people wanting the same thing I did.

  I turned down three offers of various indulgences before I could even worm my way up to the bar and order a cosmopolitan. I needed some liquid courage first and then I’d decide just how low I felt like setting the bar.

  I’m not that picky. As long as he’s clean, his looks don’t matter all that much. Gentlemen were my favorites, but tonight I just wanted some bad boy to ring my bell. The place was crammed with them. I felt like a kid in a candy store with a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

  Every seat in the place was taken, so I took up residence by a pillar near the main dance floor. The industrial techno just kept going and I couldn’t tell when one song ended and another began. It didn’t matter, the pounding rhythm was perfect for my needs.

  Another three come-ons failed to impress me, receiving the open palm rejection, when I noticed a guy watching me. He was sitting at one of the booths along the far wall. The flashing lights made it damn near impossible to see what he looked like, but I was so horny by then, I decided he was the one.

  I ducked and weaved my way through the undulating crowd and stopped in front of his table. Pleasantly relieved that he was handsome, his eyes went up and down me like a leopard eyeing its prey. I flashed him a smile and slipped into the booth next to him.

  He had longish dark hair he kept in a shag, a neatly groomed goatee and sexy full lips. I couldn’t place his nationality, but he was definitely part black. With all the flashing lights, I couldn’t tell what color he was either. In the alternating blue, red and green lights, all I could determine, he was a few shades darker than me.

  “What’s a sweet, young…”

  “Shut up.” I cut him off. I didn’t want him to ruin it with a stupid pickup line.

  He arched an eyebrow and gave me a ‘what the fuck’ look, but I simply scooted closer. The little round table at the booth’s center was perfect. I was so needy, I wanted him right there. Could I? Dare I? Throwing caution to the wind, I met his look with a catlike grin.

  “Don’t talk, just fuck me.”

  “Hey, that works for me babe…”

  “Shut up.”

  “It’s cool. I’m…”

  “Shut up. I don’t want to know your name. I want your cock, nothing more,” I yelled over the music. A name to go with his face would make it personal. This was raw animalistic need, not a prelude to something more meaningful.

  I moved my hand to the fly of his slacks and found his dick beneath the slick fabric. It grew hard almost instantly as I stroked it. My eyes spoke my desire as I gazed at him.

  “Just fuck me, here. Now.”

  I leaned into him and he took my lips with his. He was probably completely confused that he didn’t even have to work for it. He didn’t have to buy me a drink or try to impress me with his wallet, or car, or job. I didn’t care. I hadn’t picked him for his ability to sort out a puzzle. The dilemma I had presented him with was quite simple. Fuck the girl or don’t fuck the girl.

  His hand slipped up my top and crushed my tit, kneading it and I purred. I loved to be man handled sometimes. I slid across his legs and straddled his strong thighs.

  He worked my breast out the top of my halter and sucked my hardened nipple into his warm wet mouth. I loved it. The silk fabric was tight across my boob, holding it in place for him, like an offering.

  I couldn’t believe I was doing this. The booth was in the dark, way back of the bar, but there were people all around. My pussy was all the wetter for the anxiety I felt that others might watch me fuck this stranger.

  Four snaps later, I had the fly of his tight jeans open and his thick dark hard-on slid into my hand when I pushed his boxer briefs down. He was smoldering hot and I wasted no time. Who knew how long it might take for someone on staff to notice us. Getting thrown out, or worse, arrested only added to my excitement.

  I grabbed my purse and pulled out a condom. With one hand wrapped around his throbbing erection, I stroked him to full size while I bit off the corner of the wrapper. I spit the plastic out and flicked the neon pink rubber for
some leeway. Setting the land speed record for applying a contraceptive, I rolled it over his cock.

  Throwing the last bit of caution to the wind and without even a second thought, I mounted him. Right there, right then. There was a reason I hadn’t worn panties. I had no need for them tonight.

  “Holy shit,” he cried. Lowering myself, he stretched my slippery pussy around his thickness and I kissed him, mewling into his mouth. Our tongues slashed at each others as I drove myself down hard, taking his all of his cock into me. Pleasure sparked through me, ignited more desire and vanquished any lingering remnants of an inhibition.

  It was exactly what I needed. Just to feel him inside me was fantastic, but it brought a new need. This one to get off. Rolling my hips back and forth, I ground against him. He grabbed my ass, fingers gripping it tight as if he were hanging on for his dear life. I giggled into his mouth. It was kind of cute and I suppose I was being a tad aggressive.

  “Fuck me.” I growled. He starting thrusting upwards, pounding me as I rode him. Up and down I went, fucking his latex encased dick. Each time he buried his wonderful cock, sparks of erotic bliss shot through me.

  He felt so good and I realized I had needed it worse than I thought. Frantically, he pushed my skirt up and gripped my ass again, clutching my firm buttocks as he slid his cock in and out of me. His teeth clamped on my nipple and I felt a ripple surging up his cock and into me. His eyes squinted and then he muttered incoherent profanities as he came much too soon.

  Damn it.

  My pussy was aching, needful, desperate but he stopped thrusting and clung to me. Disappointed, I looked around to see five guys at the edge of the table, clapping their hands in appreciative applause as they watched. The driving music was so loud, I hadn’t even noticed. Nor, I hadn’t counted on an audience, but they effectively shielded my debauchery from the rest of the club.

  Blushing like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, I smiled at them. I don’t know what possessed me, but I pointed at the closest one and then curled my finger, beckoning him. I wanted more and I didn’t give a damn who it came from.

  He moved forward and I lifted myself off the guy I just fucked. Grabbing my purse, I found another condom. It was my last one and handed it to the new guy. Swiveling around, I planted one knee into the circular cushioned booth and my other foot at the base of the table. I knelt, bending forward and curled my hand around the first guy’s deflating dick.

  With a yank, I pulled off the latex glove and took him into my mouth. He moaned, and his cock twitched and then began to swell back to his former hardened glory. I sucked hard, running my tongue up and down him until he was fully hard again. He didn’t deserve it, but I wasn’t myself. I was some maniacal cock crazy wench and that suited me just fine at the moment.

  Behind me, I felt hands on my ass, followed by my pussy being invaded. I moaned deep, and licked the cum from the cock I was sucking. I said I wasn’t a slut, and that was true. But tonight was different. Whatever had taken over my senses, I really didn’t care. I wanted sex and I was getting my fill.

  I had the rest of my life to be the pathetic workaholic I’d become. I was that girl day in and day out. Tonight, I was getting my brains fucked out. And if it took two guys to get there, so be it. Two at once, even.

  I could barely hear the guy behind me, his hips slapping against my ass while he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. God, it felt so good. I braced my arms as best I could and followed the rhythm so I could suck off the first guy simultaneously. I’d never done two guys in the same day. I’d never done two guys at the same time. This night was bursting at the seams with firsts.

  My body was on fire, erotic pulses tickling my nerves everywhere, but I couldn’t relax. Stunned by myself and the naughtiness I was succumbing too, it was like a trickle of ice cold water that kept me from coming. Reaching down between my legs, I strummed my clit, pushing it, smashing it under my fingers, trying to get there. The cock wasn’t enough and the guys were too happy to get some pussy to be concerned with pleasing it.

  The guy pounding me from behind jerked, bucking into me and I knew he was done. I was panting hard, sweat dribbling down my temples, but was no closer to orgasm than with the first guy.

  I looked back. He pulled out and was already putting himself away to the cheers of those still watching the show. There was no sense in refraining from letting the disappointment show on my face, so I did. I frowned at him, and then looked to the other four guys. I was out of condoms, so I hoped one of them had brought their own.

  “Do you have a rubber?” I yelled at the next closest guy, my hand still stroking the first guy.

  “What?” He leaned closer. The thunderous music was too loud.

  I twisted back as best I could until I could reach him. Roughly, I pulled his head down to my mouth, so I could yell in his ear. “Do. You. Have. A rubber?” I let him go and his head sprang back.

  “No.” His hands lifted out to his sides palm up in apology. I didn’t need apologies; I needed someone to get me off. Was that too much to ask?

  “Then get lost,” I yelled and shifted my gaze to the next guy. He was already fumbling through his wallet. He pulled out a little turquoise square wrapper. You have to love a guy who comes prepared. I wonder if he ever considered his chances of getting lucky that night rested solely on the fact he had a condom readily available. I flashed him a come hither smile and he practically ran into my arms.

  His lips were soft on mine. He was a really good kisser. A man who knows how to use his mouth right was less common than they like to think and I got a new idea. I let go of the first dick, since it wasn’t doing me any good. Pressing my tits into the third guy’s chest, I nibbled on his ear, and then whispered.

  “Eat my pussy. If you make me come, then you can fuck me.” Who had I become? I managed not to laugh at myself.

  I leaned back and looked into his eyes for his response. He nodded and I slid onto my back. Wedging a knee into the cushioned seats and the other draped over the first guy’s knee, I spread myself wide and stroked my wet pussy in anticipation.

  He knelt dutifully and his hands smoothed the inside of my thighs, tracing my legs with confidence. He dipped his head and went right to business. Hungrily, he slurped my slippery folds into his eager mouth, sucking on them and plunging his tongue in to taste me. Pleasure burst all through me.

  I love it when I’m right. He was good with his mouth and I clung to his hair as he fucked me with his marvelous tongue. Rapturous waves of ecstasy shot through in no less than two minutes of him pummeling my pussy with everything he had.

  My hips shuddered as the explosion deep inside me trembled outward. I screamed, but it went unheard in the cacophony of noise throughout the raucous club. Clawing his hair and shoulders, I came hard, grinding my pussy against his sweet blissful mouth.

  He was amazing, licking and suckling my pussy as I came, extending the delicious pleasure for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly the prickles of ecstasy faded, leaving me deliciously spent. Gasping for breath, I propped an elbow into the seats and stared down at my lover.

  He pulled back and showed me the rubber. I grinned and gave him a nod. Oh yes, he had earned his right to fuck me. A promise is a promise. Definitely. I patted my pussy, still throbbing with ecstasy, and flashed him a wink. Eagerly he grinned back at me and I watched him practically yank down his jeans.

  He rolled the condom over his erection and I noticed I still had a crowd watching me and I felt like a dirty little slut. I should regret all this, but I didn’t. Being naughty felt good. Being fucked felt good and I had to make more time for sex. Why I deprived myself, I’ll never understand. That’s just life I guess.

  Mister number three had the condom on and move in for his prize. Pushing me to lay across the cushy bench seat, he settled between my legs. If he was half as good with his cock as he was his mouth, I was in for a good fuck.

  Mewing like a kitten, the shivers of erotic pleasure pulsed through me as
he dipped his cock into my slick wet pussy. There was a complete feeling of satiation that came from being filled by a nice cock. Curling my legs around his butt, I used them to force him to fuck me harder.

  He responded with enthusiasm, thrusting hard, deep and fast. I tugged on my hood, using it to jack off my clit as he pumped his thick erection in and out. Now we were getting somewhere. Electric tickles of rapture teased my body. I was going to come again.

  Kisses rained across my tits and I realized the first guy was still there, looking for another chance. Annoyed, I looked at him through slitted eyes. He gave me a smile. I returned it, then flipped him off with my free hand. I would’ve been his all night had he gotten me off. Winners keepers, losers weepers.

  I turned back to the third guy. He was a stallion, pumping that thick, hard cock in and out. He stretched my sensitive little slit with every thrust, filling and sending arcs of scrumptious pleasure through me. The heat surged, the pressure at my core built, and my breathing was a mess of gasps, gurgles and whimpers.

  A spasm twitched at my very core, and then my whole being began to tremble as a second orgasm snuck up on me. I looked back to the amazing man pounding my wet pussy. Flicking my fingers back and forth across my clit in a frenzy, pushed me over the edge and I came even harder this time.

  I could feel myself contracting, squeezing and milking his cock uncontrollably. His arms slipped and his hips bucked chaotically. His lip snarled up so cute as he came with me. My claws dug into his arms until my climax slowly ebbed away.

  I smiled at him as he rocked back on his haunches. He was good and I wanted him to know it. Silently, with a grin and a look of adoration, I thanked him. The crowd blocking us in the booth, applauded and I patted my very satisfied pussy and giggled. God, I could be a slut when the occasion called for it.