Smut Til You Drop (3 page)

I look a long look at it, then up at him,
smiled and opened wide. Within a few seconds my mouth began to fill
with his cock getting harder and harder. I began moving back and
forth, slowly at first wanting him to enjoy himself. To help steady
himself, he put his right hand on the glass floor to ceiling
windows that gave us a never-ending view of the strip. His
breathing was deeper and louder than a few moments before. I took
his left hand and placed in on my hair, wanting him to understand
that this was his turn and he could do want he wanted. I didn’t
have to be in charge. He got the message but left his hand there
for a few more minutes while I softly and slowly went back and
forth from sucking just the tip to taking his full shaft in my
mouth and down my throat.

Pretty soon, he began to need more and he
curled his fingers through my long, messed hair. Here we go! He
began to guide my head a little faster and held it at the base of
his cock a little longer each time before releasing me for air.
Come on, you can do better than that. I needed to get him to want
to take control. I popped his cock out and started licking his
balls. My hands rubbing his lower half  back and forth between
his perfect butt cheeks, asshole and tickling his balls. He gasped.
I took both his balls in my mouth and sucked while I started to
stroke his cock. I am never quite sure if I am doing it right but
my man knows me well enough that if it’s not how he likes it, he
can take the lead and then it will be. 

It look a few minutes, so I must have been
doing something right, before he pushed back from me, got down on
his knees, looked me deep in the eyes, and kissed me. Long and slow
at first. The kiss ended with me on my back and him hovering over
me. Please, please make love to me. He kissed me again as he
entered me. Yes. I was soaking wet from the time on my knees and my
pussy was grateful that it was finally being paid some
attention. 

He was watching me. He does that sometimes.
He likes to watch me cum and every little bite of my lower lip and
gasp of breath, it’s as though he gets the whole show play by play
and he gets off on it. I know he does. He pulled back, almost
completely out and my eyes widened. No, I begged. Don’t worry.
Patience. Then he shifted his weight and plunged it all the way in.
YES! Fuck that’s good. Again, he pulled back, too far for me to be
happy with it, thinking one slight shift and it’s out and my pussy
is gonna scream at both of us! But then, aah, one long strong push
and he’s as far inside me as he can get while maintaining our
position. For now, that was enough.

After about a minute I was begging him to
fuck me. Get going already, none of this one slow long pump at a
time, I wanted the ride damn it! Fuck me! Are you sure? YES! Damn
it! FUCK ME! That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He pulled me
toward him, grabbed my ankles, opened my legs wide, shifted his
weight and plunged his cock into me with everything he had. Back
and forth, ramming me, pounding me, fucking me like there was no
end! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!!!! I came quickly and repeatedly. On my
third orgasm he let out a little curse and shivered as we came
together. 

Something about the sharp lights of Vegas
and the sweet love we shared was a beautiful contrast. Laying there
on the floor in the mess of our own juices, we looked into each
others eyes and smiled. Love is an amazing thing. As my eyes began
to close, I remembered. Amber! Clean up! We have to go!  

The rooftop bar was always crowded but as an
employee, Amber was hooked up with a corner table away from most of
the other patrons. We had both taken a quick shower so that if she
wasn’t really up for more than a drink, we didn’t offend her by
smelling of sex and booze. Amber already had an almost empty glass
in front of her when we arrived. I apologized for our being late
and she explained she got off work a little early and was ready to
relax and let the day be over and the night begin. I was pretty
sure this girl was going to be the perfect addition to our evening
but again I had to be positive before I invited her to join us. Her
upgrade had been incredible for our sex life so far and I certainly
didn’t want to blow it now.  

We had a few rounds of drinks and Amber
wanted to dance. She and I went out on the dance floor and left my
man to sit and drink and watch, just how he liked it. At first. We
would dance for a few songs, come back, down a drink and dance
again. Amber was a much better dancer than I was but it was
exhilarating just enjoying the night with this new girl who had
changed into a dress that rocked her body. We had the attention of
most of the men in the club and those few women who weren’t
threatened by us were around us laughing and dancing and enjoying
themselves right along with us. The bartender announced last call
and I looked at Amber. “The party isn’t over, we just need to
relocate,” she said. 

She grabbed my wrist, led me to my man at
the table, fingered him to follow us and she began to strut out the
door with her perfect ass swinging from right to left with so much
force that I was surprised she didn’t fall over! I was following
her, watching her and he was following me, watching us. She took
the room key from his hand, put in the elevator, and winked at the
camera. Then she pushed me against the wall of the elevator and
kissed me. I wasn’t completely surprised but I wasn’t completely
expecting that either. I was too in shock to kiss her back so she
moved to my neck and grabbed and rubbed my right breast. I moaned
and she smiled. She kissed me again and this time I was ready. My
tongue was willing and able and I bit down softly on her bottom
lip. She moaned. Here we go.

The elevator dinged and she again led me by
the wrist down the hall to our room. My man followed. She opened
the door and ordered him to get us some drinks. He opened a new
bottle of Jack and we all toasted to new friends and million dollar
views. Then, she pulled her dress off over her head and stood there
with her rock hard body in a matching white lace bra and panty set.
Now that was a million dollar view. She smiled at both of us but
clearly decided that if he enjoyed watching us dance, he’d love
this! She came up to me and pulled my dress off next. Then she
began lightly touching every inch of my body. I was soaking through
my g-string by the time she began to tug it off my hips. Her lips
were on my breasts and her fingers slipped between my legs. I
gasped and rolled my head back and enjoyed every moment. She had
clearly been with a woman before because she knew exactly when to
rub my clit and when to slip inside me and when to add pressure and
where. She was a pro and within a minute I was moaning aloud and
experiencing an orgasm right there in the living room. 

As my shaking slowed, she smirked and asked
how the show was. In response, my husband tipped his glass to her,
smiled and drank. His pants were a clear sign of his enjoyment
since the zipper was straining against the pressure of his huge
cock clearly wanting to participate. “May I?” she asked me. I
nodded and she crawled over to where he sat, unzipped his pants and
leaned back. Impressive. He looked at me for one last “are you
sure?” I just smiled and slipped my hand between my legs as it was
my turn to watch.

She began to wrap her fingers around his
shaft and spit on it to get it nice and wet. She began to stroke
him and I was getting hot. Jealousy is one of those things that
could be an issue but this was my present to him. I wanted him to
have some fun with a woman who could please us both and we would
never see again. Amber had a perfect body and didn’t live in our
state, so she was just right. She bent down and began to kiss his
gorgeous cock. He was torn between watching her and watching me
play with myself.

I could tell this was getting him a little
too excited too fast because pretty soon he shifted, grabbed her
hair and turned her head so it was pointed between my legs instead
of his. If you insist. And she dove in with wild abandon. She
sucked, licked, nibbled and tugged on my clit all the while fucking
me with her other hand. Shit! She had done this many times before.
God! YES! GOD! YES! FUCK! YES! Just as I was about to cum, she
stuck her other finger in my asshole and sucked my clit into her
mouth with full force. HOLY SHIT!!!! The orgasm sent me into mini
convulsions.

And to think,
we
were supposed to be
thanking
her
!
Soon the three of us were all in bed, enjoying each other and
trying to top one another. Somehow those two ended up competing to
see who get me to curse the loudest thus showing they were the
better at making me cum. Of course, I was trying very hard not to
scream, making them work even harder and my body enjoying it even
more. It was a night like no other. I could not even count how many
times I came that night but as Amber left us, she handed me her
card and told us to look her up the next time we were back in town.
We thanked her for an incredible evening and one we would never
forget. I watched her until the she disappeared into the elevator.
I closed the room door, sighed and smiled at my husband. He gave me
a long deep kiss and then offered me a pack of cigarettes. He lit a
cigarette, took the first drag and then took the match to the
corner of the card. It was better that way.

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My Sexy
Roommate

College Daze: Volume One

I think whenever people experiment, it’s
usually in college. Clothing styles, haircuts, drugs, sex,
whatever. College is the time all of us remember as having no
reservations, no real responsibilities or concerns. You can try
whatever you want and it’s okay, simply because it’s college. It’s
like a free pass into whatever worlds you are curious about.

On this particular evening, I was curious
about Linda. Linda was my roommate my senior year. We had an
apartment near campus. She had dropped out of school about ten
years before but stayed put and kept renting the other bedroom to
college students. I had met her while waitressing to pay the bills
and I moved in soon after. Linda had experience like no else I had
ever met. Not just life experience, but sexual experience. She
would know a guy for less than a day but if he was the right
height, build, and had a southern accent, she’d blow him in the car
as he drove her home. She’d swallow too! She was a little hard
around the edges from years of men who didn’t know how to treat a
woman, or just didn’t care, but that made her all the more soft and
gentle when she did let you in her private world. As roommates we
had grown to love each other as good friends do. I didn’t want to
mess that up or have it be weird. That’s why for the year we had
been roommates each off-handed comment about her having a man over
and my joining them was met with my short laugh, walking into my
room, turning the music on and then lowering the volume as they
began to groan so I hear just enough to help me reach that
wonderful warm, wet explosion between my legs when they did, even
if I did have to get it from something that used 2 D batteries and
a fumbling left hand with a wall in between so that I wouldn’t have
to worry about things being awkward when the booze wore off and
daylight hit.

 
Tonight though,
things were different. Linda had met a man who she felt was
perfect. He was a trucker, gone most of the time and didn’t mind at
all sharing her with whoever she wanted to get to know physically.
He loved her as she was and she was grateful to find a man who
didn’t hit her when he got pissed off but was still willing to
spank her ass at least twice a day. They were a match made in,
well, the trucker dive restaurant where she waited tables on the
graveyard shift so she could take a quick break to the restroom or
anyone’s car for a quickie whenever she felt like it. TJ had asked
her to marry him and move back home with him to Tennessee. She had
decided that any other man either wouldn’t put up with her current
lifestyle or they would have that mean temper she had grown so used
to, so she agreed. Boxes were packed. Most of the kitchen and
living room went into my new apartment across town along with my
bedroom furniture. The only things left in our apartment were the
few items she felt she had to pack at the last minute. The
television, DVD player loaded with her favorite girl on girl porn,
her king size bed, and a small suitcase with a change of clothes,
an extra pair of panties, her vibrator, few more choice DVDs and a
bath towel. 

I had brought over two bottles of red wine
to toast her new found happiness and we sat on the bed drinking and
talking about all the crazy things that had happened to us over the
year we lived together. We had grown close and that friendship was
about to end. You never mean for it to, but it always does. No one
stays in touch across the country, not with new husbands and lives.
At least, I knew that wasn’t me and I was losing my dear friend who
I had grown to admire and respect so much.

 
Well, if she was
leaving then I wanted the two things that I had been secretly
wanting since we met. I wanted to learn how to strip and I wanted
to see if she could bring me the greatest orgasm I had ever had.
Many a man had left our apartment blown away by her talents and I
knew that she had been with women as well as men. Could she do the
same for me? Could she leave me going home with a “sure am glad I
came over tonight” stupid smile and not much else?

The second bottle of wine had a good dent in
it when I felt brave enough to say, “You know how you offered to
teach me to strip? I’d like to learn before you leave. Who knows if
I will ever meet another ex-stripper who can teach me how to really
do it, not just one who’s found a way to get off rubbing against a
pole.” Linda laughed and said “We don’t have a pole but I can show
you how to do a floor dance and a lap dance if you’d like.” “That
could probably come in handy,” I replied and she hopped off the bed
onto the floor.