i'm feeling horny enough...
...i'm going to attempt another erotica story.
Hot Fudge on Chocolate Ice Cream
It was Friday night and all i could think about was getting into a little trouble. I picked up the phone and decided to call Anthony, a hot chocolate brother i met at the bus depot earlier in the week. Sure, he didn't have a car, but judging from the size of the bulge in the crotch of his pants...bro was packing. I needed a little something, it had been two months since i had wrapped my lips around a nice thick, hard pole. The phone rang twice and then i heard a hoarse voice over the other end.
"I hope i didn't wake you, hun, it's Pink. From the transit station. remember?"
"Hell yeah, i remember. You couldn't take your eyes off my crotch..."
"...sorry about that. It's just been a while and i was a little..."
"Don't explan to me, ma. just tell me when and where and i can get that taken care of for you"
"my place, off of Harrison, half an hour...you up to it?"
"Fuck yeah, my dick is hard already" I gave him a few directions an hung up, then went to my bag of tricks. I turned off all the lights in the apartment, lit a few candles. Cued up my favorite nasty flick...I was ready. I had just finished lacing up my corset and was pulling on my panties when i heard the doorbell.
"Fuck panties," i thought, throwing on a short silk kimono, "he's gonna see it eventually anyway. I hate to waste time with clothes when i could just be getting down to business."
At the very last moment i decided to skip the robe, put on a g-string, and just answer the door looking like a whore. I figured he'd know right away what he was here for, it would cut down drastically on the bullshit time. I peeked first, then opened my door, relishing in the initial jaw drop. I have to say i did look good. My 36-DD hoisted way up in that cleavage boosting corset, my ass poking out just the right amount in the back...not to mention the way those stilletos were making my legs look. I winked at him and told him to come in.
"God damn, you don't waste time" he finally said, pulling his jaw up from the floor and rolling his tongue back up.
"I don't like to bullshit. We both know why you're here...why don't i help you out of those pants." I reached for his belt buckle and undid it slowly, then unzipped his pants with my teeth. Next came his button and by the time i had his pants down i was face to face with the biggest dick i had ever seen in my life. I licked my lips and went to work on it, trying my damndest to get the whole thing into my mouth.
"Shit...girl...you really...know what...you doing..." he whispered between moans. "you...work that shit...like a pro..."
I stopped for a second and looked him in the eye. "Why don't we try this. You shut the fuck up. Moan if you want, push my head down on it if you want, but don't talk to me while i'm fucking or sucking you. It throws me off"
"Ok" he said, watching me closely as i resumed. Soon enough, though, his eyes were rolled back into the back of his head again. After all, my specialty is blowjobs. I was starting to get nice and juicy listening to him moan and whimper, and besides that, i didn't want him to cum yet. I took one final lick at the tip, then got up. Was a shame, though...his dick was tasty.
I started to do a little strip tease for him, slowly undressing, wiggling my tits in his face, grinding on his lap. He was visibly losing it, just the way i had hoped he would. I rubbed his dick up and down one last time with my tits and then reached onto the side table next to the couch and grabbed a condom. I may be a nasty little nympho, but i'm not stupid. The sweet smell of a cherry flavored condom filled the room as i unrolled the condom over his massive dick. I was so surprised that it fit i stopped for a moment after i got it on and lust looked at it, then i buried it in my mouth again. just making it rock hard again, so i could sit on it. When i felt it start to throb again in my mouth i licked it one last time, then stood up.
"How do you want it?" I asked, looking him in the eye again. In response he grabbed me, pushed me over the back of the couch, and began pounding my pussy from behind. My mind exploded into bouts of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. He was huge, and he wasn't even giving me time to get used to it, but i had egged him on a lot. I screamed his name, he smacked my ass. It was so good, so rough...so hot. I hoped it would never end, but i felt my orgasm building. I tried to hold it back, i tried to think about something else. I tried to grab his hips, make him take a slower pace so i wouldn't cum. Nothing worked, he pounded me relentlessly until the world exploded into stars right before my eyes. I began to scream the the top of my lungs, completely losing all control. My knees went out, my vision blurred. All i knew was intense pleasure. A pleasure i had never quite experienced before. After what felt like an hour, but more likely was more like 2 minutes, the orgasm finally subsided.
I tried to collapse forward, but good old Anthony had other plans. He had not yet cum and was determined that i was not done until he was. He started to pound me harder, i felt his dick get harder...all signs that he was close. Then i got blindsided by another earth shattering orgasm. I felt him start to cum right when i did but i couldn't hear, see, or even think anything other than that i never wanted this feeling to end. Unfortunately, it eventually did. We both literally collapse onto the floor in a heap, exhausted. Eventually i had he evergy to reach up onto the side table and grab a cigarette, and lit up. He reached over into his pants pocket and prodced a cigarette. We lay, side by side, but not touching, smoking a cigarette.
"That wasn't so bad" i silently decided to myself. "if we can continue to have sex like that without getting attached...he might be my main guy"
"we'll have to see" he said out loud, to no one in particular. as if he were reading my mind...or thinking the same thing...
Hot Fudge on Chocolate Ice Cream
It was Friday night and all i could think about was getting into a little trouble. I picked up the phone and decided to call Anthony, a hot chocolate brother i met at the bus depot earlier in the week. Sure, he didn't have a car, but judging from the size of the bulge in the crotch of his pants...bro was packing. I needed a little something, it had been two months since i had wrapped my lips around a nice thick, hard pole. The phone rang twice and then i heard a hoarse voice over the other end.
"I hope i didn't wake you, hun, it's Pink. From the transit station. remember?"
"Hell yeah, i remember. You couldn't take your eyes off my crotch..."
"...sorry about that. It's just been a while and i was a little..."
"Don't explan to me, ma. just tell me when and where and i can get that taken care of for you"
"my place, off of Harrison, half an hour...you up to it?"
"Fuck yeah, my dick is hard already" I gave him a few directions an hung up, then went to my bag of tricks. I turned off all the lights in the apartment, lit a few candles. Cued up my favorite nasty flick...I was ready. I had just finished lacing up my corset and was pulling on my panties when i heard the doorbell.
"Fuck panties," i thought, throwing on a short silk kimono, "he's gonna see it eventually anyway. I hate to waste time with clothes when i could just be getting down to business."
At the very last moment i decided to skip the robe, put on a g-string, and just answer the door looking like a whore. I figured he'd know right away what he was here for, it would cut down drastically on the bullshit time. I peeked first, then opened my door, relishing in the initial jaw drop. I have to say i did look good. My 36-DD hoisted way up in that cleavage boosting corset, my ass poking out just the right amount in the back...not to mention the way those stilletos were making my legs look. I winked at him and told him to come in.
"God damn, you don't waste time" he finally said, pulling his jaw up from the floor and rolling his tongue back up.
"I don't like to bullshit. We both know why you're here...why don't i help you out of those pants." I reached for his belt buckle and undid it slowly, then unzipped his pants with my teeth. Next came his button and by the time i had his pants down i was face to face with the biggest dick i had ever seen in my life. I licked my lips and went to work on it, trying my damndest to get the whole thing into my mouth.
"Shit...girl...you really...know what...you doing..." he whispered between moans. "you...work that shit...like a pro..."
I stopped for a second and looked him in the eye. "Why don't we try this. You shut the fuck up. Moan if you want, push my head down on it if you want, but don't talk to me while i'm fucking or sucking you. It throws me off"
"Ok" he said, watching me closely as i resumed. Soon enough, though, his eyes were rolled back into the back of his head again. After all, my specialty is blowjobs. I was starting to get nice and juicy listening to him moan and whimper, and besides that, i didn't want him to cum yet. I took one final lick at the tip, then got up. Was a shame, though...his dick was tasty.
I started to do a little strip tease for him, slowly undressing, wiggling my tits in his face, grinding on his lap. He was visibly losing it, just the way i had hoped he would. I rubbed his dick up and down one last time with my tits and then reached onto the side table next to the couch and grabbed a condom. I may be a nasty little nympho, but i'm not stupid. The sweet smell of a cherry flavored condom filled the room as i unrolled the condom over his massive dick. I was so surprised that it fit i stopped for a moment after i got it on and lust looked at it, then i buried it in my mouth again. just making it rock hard again, so i could sit on it. When i felt it start to throb again in my mouth i licked it one last time, then stood up.
"How do you want it?" I asked, looking him in the eye again. In response he grabbed me, pushed me over the back of the couch, and began pounding my pussy from behind. My mind exploded into bouts of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. He was huge, and he wasn't even giving me time to get used to it, but i had egged him on a lot. I screamed his name, he smacked my ass. It was so good, so rough...so hot. I hoped it would never end, but i felt my orgasm building. I tried to hold it back, i tried to think about something else. I tried to grab his hips, make him take a slower pace so i wouldn't cum. Nothing worked, he pounded me relentlessly until the world exploded into stars right before my eyes. I began to scream the the top of my lungs, completely losing all control. My knees went out, my vision blurred. All i knew was intense pleasure. A pleasure i had never quite experienced before. After what felt like an hour, but more likely was more like 2 minutes, the orgasm finally subsided.
I tried to collapse forward, but good old Anthony had other plans. He had not yet cum and was determined that i was not done until he was. He started to pound me harder, i felt his dick get harder...all signs that he was close. Then i got blindsided by another earth shattering orgasm. I felt him start to cum right when i did but i couldn't hear, see, or even think anything other than that i never wanted this feeling to end. Unfortunately, it eventually did. We both literally collapse onto the floor in a heap, exhausted. Eventually i had he evergy to reach up onto the side table and grab a cigarette, and lit up. He reached over into his pants pocket and prodced a cigarette. We lay, side by side, but not touching, smoking a cigarette.
"That wasn't so bad" i silently decided to myself. "if we can continue to have sex like that without getting attached...he might be my main guy"
"we'll have to see" he said out loud, to no one in particular. as if he were reading my mind...or thinking the same thing...