Smut Til You Drop (11 page)

He shook his head. “No we wouldn’t. So hurry
up and get back to work.”

“
Oh, and a little attitude
to boot,” I said, smiling wickedly. “I like to see that in a
man.”

“
You do, huh?” he said,
climbing to his feet. “What about men that take charge?”

“
I like that too,” I said.
“Especially when they fuck my face.”

“
Well I think I can help
you out there,” Karl said. He grabbed a handful of my hair and
yanked my head up until it was right in front of his cock. “Open
your mouth,” he said.

I did as I was told. “Like this?”

“
Exactly like that,” he
said. Then he stuck his cock into my mouth, pumping his hips back
and forth violently, his hands on the back of my head, grabbing my
hair, totally controlling me.

His huge cock filled up my mouth as he gave
me the entire length of his shaft, making me gag, his balls
slapping up against my chin, saliva leaking out of my mouth and
down onto the carpet.

“
Holy fucking shit,” he
said, his thrusts growing more aggressive, more frenzied as he
approached orgasm.

My hand had made its way down to my pussy
and I was rubbing my clit, heightening the sensation for me. I
loved having a cock in my mouth, but sometimes you need a little
something extra on top of it.

He’d been fucking my face for a little more
than a minute when his body tensed up and then released. He uttered
something low and unintelligible as his cum exploded into the back
of my mouth and down my throat.

It was a big load, worthy of his cock but I
swallowed it down with ease while his cock was still in my
mouth.

I pulled his cock out and licked the tip,
getting him to shudder a bit, then reluctantly let his cock go.

“
Well, what did you
think?” I said, smiling up at him.

“
I think you’re a fucking
superstar,” he said.

I laughed. “You’re not too bad
yourself.”

“
Thanks,” he
said.

“
Now pull your pants back
up and make it look like nothing happened here,” I said as I
climbed to my feet. “Penny will be back any minute.”

“
Oh yeah, Penny,” he said
for the second time on the evening. He pulled his pants up. “I
almost forgot.”

“
Not almost,” I said,
heading for the hallway that led to my room. “You did forget. But
you’d better keep her in mind and put me out of yours for the rest
of the night, otherwise we’re both going to be in big
trouble.”

“
I hear that,” he said as
zipped up his fly and buckled his belt. He grabbed what was left of
his wine and sat down on the couch just as I disappeared into my
room.

The sound of Penny’s keys entering the lock
came less than a minute later. By this time she entered I was in
the kitchen, working on fixing myself some dinner. I was dressed in
jeans and a sweatshirt, showing no skin whatsoever.

“
Hey Penny,” Karl said,
standing up to meet her. His voice was a little shaky but otherwise
he seemed to be acting pretty normal.

“
Hi honey,” she replied,
giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late. I had to run to
work to take care of something.”

“
No problem,” Karl
said.

“
I hope Kendra didn’t
treat you too rudely while I was gone,” Penny said, flashing a
knowing smile over at me. “She can be a bit of a bitch
sometimes.”

“
Takes one to know one,” I
said, shooting her the same smile right back.

“
No, not at all,” Karl
said. “She was very polite.”

“
Polite, huh?” Penny said,
her smile changing to something else. “That’s not like you, Kendra.
What are you up to?”

“
Nothing.” I replied. “He
seems like a nice guy. I didn’t want to scare him off, that’s
all.”

“
Uh-huh,” she said
dismissively. Then, to Karl, “Are you ready to go?”

“
Whenever you are,” he
said, standing up.

“
See you later,” Penny
said to me as they made their way to the door.

“
Bye,” I replied. The door
closed and they were gone.

#

I was sitting on the couch watching a movie
and into my sixth glass of wine when Penny made it home around
midnight.

“
So how did it go?” I
said.

“
Pretty well,” Penny said,
grabbing my glass and drinking from it. “He was a little
distracted, but that was to be expected.”

“
You can’t really blame
him,” I said. “After all, he’s probably never got a blow job from
his girlfriend’s roommate before, especially right before he went
on a date.”

“
I seriously doubt that he
has,” Penny said, not phased in the least at what had come out of
my mouth. Nor should she have been. The whole thing had been her
idea, after all. “So how was he?”

“
He was pretty good,” I
replied. “A nice huge cock, just like you said. But he didn’t
really last all that long.”

“
Yeah, it’s funny, he can
go all night when he’s been drinking,” Penny said. “But when he’s
sober he can get a little too excited too soon.”

“
Then I guess we’d better
make sure we get him drunk before we jump his bones next time,” I
said. “We want to make the night last, right?”

“
For sure,” Penny replied,
smiling as she laid her head on my shoulder.

I grabbed the wine glass from her and
finished it. Then I climbed to my feet and help out my hand.

“
Are you ready for a
nightcap?” I asked.

“
Absolutely,” she said,
grabbing my hand.

I helped her out of the couch and led her
into the back room, where our vast array of toys were waiting.

Don’t get me wrong, boys are nice, but girls
always know how to please each other. And Penny and I had lots of
experience. After all, that’s what roommates are for.

#####

More Than
Drinks

Her white, see-through sundress barely
covered her bikini but did a great job of showing off her tan,
muscular body. Her breasts were small but perky. She walked with a
confidence that told you she knew she was someone who could turn
heads but she had a smile genuine enough that anyone who looked her
in the eye felt they had a shot.

She wasn’t the kind of girl who typically
needed a man. She was confident in herself and her goals and was
perfectly happy just working her way though college and enjoying
her early twenties, most of the time. Then there were days like
these.

The wedding had been nice enough. A small
ceremony where she was the maid of honor as she watched her best
friend promise herself to the man of her dreams for all eternity.
It was cheesy but sweet and romantic at the same time. It also made
her wish for someone who loved her that much. She wanted to just be
happy for her friend and her new life but somehow the reception on
the beach with the bonfire and couples standing around was making
her feel a little sad that no wedding was anywhere in her near
future. That was silly of course, she wasn’t ready to get married
but it would be nice to know that someone loved you so much they
would be willing to swear off all other women for the rest of their
life to be with just that one person. Forever.

The bartender seemed to sense her sadness.
Every time she returned to the bar for a refill he would compliment
her on how beautiful she looked. After a few trips, he began to
inquire if there was someone back home waiting for her who hadn’t
been able to fly out for the ceremony. “No one special, no.” He
again replied with a compliment which appeared more sincere than it
probably was considering he was a bartender and she had a slightly
altered perspective thanks to the alcohol. But at the time, it was
exactly what she needed to hear and believe. She returned to the
reception with a refilled glass and the hope that he would be
making more than drinks later that evening.

After the bride and groom left, the
reception broke up quickly. The bartender was putting away the last
few bottles when she approached. He smiled kindly and told her that
the bar was closed but if she wanted to wait in the lobby bar, he’d
be off work in less than 30 minutes and he’d be honored to buy her
a drink. She knew she’d had enough already but she was feeling so
confused by her happiness for her friend and her momentary sadness
for herself that she was more than happy to accept his offer. If
nothing else, at least she wouldn’t have to go back to her room
alone for a while longer. If she got drunk enough, the loneliness
might fade or she would at least pass out quickly, thus not able to
think about it any longer. For a girl who is normally so self
assured and happy and confident, this feeling of self pity was new
and she didn’t like it. She’d be thrilled to board her plane the
next day and return to her home and single life that she was
typically very content with.

She walked on the beach for a while
wondering how many others were listening to the roar of the waves
and wondering when, if ever, they too would find true love. It was
silly to think that and she scolded herself for it but weddings
were hard for he to watch. It was harder still to stand up for
those around you who were once in your situation but had found
something greater and were moving on to the next stage in their
lives. She wasn’t ready for the next stage. She still had plenty to
accomplish at this stage but deep down, a tiny part of her wanted
to find her soul mate.

She was pretty sure the bartender wouldn’t
turn out to be her soul mate. After all, they lived across the
country from one another and she flew home the next day. Somehow
the idea of having the kind man hold her for that evening and fill
the void that seemed to be growing in her chest with every minute
appeared better and better with each second that passed. The
alcohol now had ahold of her in that wonderful fog where ideas that
get immediately rejected sober get rolled around and contemplated
and often acted upon. 

When he appeared at her table, she had
another almost empty glass in front of her and a goofy smile on her
lips. He continued to be the gentleman and complimented her again
on her beauty. He even remarked how much more beautiful she was now
that he could see her by more light than just the bonfire. He tried
small talk, asking where she was from, and what school she went to.
She didn’t say much. She listened as he told her about himself and
what had brought him to this tropical paradise. She smiled just a
bit. He was trying so hard and she just needed to be held.

It didn’t take long until she was holding
his hand, walking him back to her room. He kissed her hand and told
her how glad he was he met her. She smiled at his old world charm,
wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deep. He pulled
back after what seemed like a full minute and looked away with
flushed cheeks. Maybe he was a new bartender or maybe he really was
a nice guy; either way, she needed him. She unlocked her door and
held it open. She told him she just didn’t want to be alone. He
looked around, unsure of how to handle the situation. As he looked
into her eyes, he saw the loneliness that had found her and he felt
a certain duty to help her eyes dance again the way they had when
he poured her first drink hours ago.

They laid on the bed fully dressed just
holding each other. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight
in a spoon position. She might have been content with just that
human contact but the tropical drinks were not. She felt that
stirring sensation in her lower half and she shifted her body so
that his hand accidently brushed her breast. She let out a soft
moan. He shifted his body slightly away in return so that she would
not be offended by his physical response. She rolled over, looked
him deep in the eyes, and kissed him again. She ran her hands
through his hair and pressed herself up against him. She needed him
to understand that she needed more.

He was able to sense her urgency and began
to give in and kiss her back. His lips were soft and he was able to
take his time. He knew they would only have this one night and he
wanted to cherish it. He rolled her over, put his hands on either
side of her head and kissed her deeply. They just kissed for quite
some time and she was in need of more. She began to grab at his
back, pulling at him so that his weight was on her, begging him to
become one with her. He laughed and told her to have patience and
slowly began to make his way south. He kissed her neck, shoulders,
and finally began to caress her breast. She gasped and arched her
back forcing her breast into his palm.

His lips moved down the ridge of her breast,
to her nipple, where he slowly began to softly suck and tug at her.
She moaned again, louder now and again arched her back, encouraging
him to continue. His right hand slowly moved down from her other
breast to her thigh, lightly touching the length of her body. It
gave her chills. She shifted just slightly in hopes that his hand
would move toward the inner part of her thigh. He knew what she
wanted and he once again kissed her softly on the mouth as his hand
slipped between her legs. She opened them wide to him, allowing her
dress to fall up around her waist. This offered him full access to
her bikini bottoms which were already damp. 

He slipped his fingers under the material
and began exploring her. She rolled her head back, arched her back,
and moaned softly. She needed him so badly. He rubbed her clit and
after moving his hand up and down, he slipped a finger inside her.
Then another and another. She was so ready for him that his fingers
went in easily and she began to buck against them. He liked
watching her. He began to increase his speed and his three fingers
worked their magic in no time. She lay on the bed trying to catch
her breath, laughing that she had an incredible orgasm with her
clothes still on.