Layla was a firecracker; petite, redheaded, green eyes, with curves in all the right places. She frequently chopped up and layered her hair in different ways to preserve her spontaneity, was aggressively bisexual (I’ve had dates that she’s “jokingly” pressed back into walls), and completely in a different league than me.
Don’t get it twisted, we’re both attractive people, and during Cupcake Moscato/Night Train binges she’s frequently adorably buried her head in my chest talking about how we’d make a great pair, but for as long as I’ve known her Layla has been more obsessed with wild, varied sexual adventures than trying to find the content and comfort of a stable relationship.
I had my share of that as well, but it was never something that came to real life fruition. Sure, there would be times where I met a girl on Reddit or Tumblr and two hours later she told me how her fingers were buried in her sopping pussy as she hid away in her friend’s bathroom, but all the nudes and sexts in the world could never replace real world fucking.
That doesn’t mean refrained from it, though. Many of my days were filled with frequent back and forth sessions with a New Englander named “Elle.” She had a bit of a subordinate side, so I could normally fire off a few orders in between teaching and receive quite…spirited responses of wet panties and hard nipples that I’d eventually lay back and stroke too at the end of my busy days.
The problem was, for the most part in real life I put off a more gentlemanly, for lack of a better word, vanilla, vibe. So I’m quite sure nothing ever worked out with Layla and I because she didn’t know I’d gladly squeeze her throat as we fucked. Oh well.
On one particular Friday Layla invited me over to unwind (or unwined if I want to be punny), and I couldn’t pass up drinking alcoholic, laughing, and starting at a great pair of legs that I probably wouldn’t be getting in between anytime soon.
As I pulled into Layla’s driveway, I sent off a quick text to Elle;
“Talk to you in a couple of hours, just remember that if good girls do anything naughty, they should tell someone ;)”
I put the phone in my black dress shirt pocket and knocked on Layla’s door. She greeted me with a beaming smile as we gave each other quick once overs.
“Wow,” she bit her lip, “I feel under dressed,” her hand snaked out and ran down my yellow tie.”
She wasn’t wrong. While I was in slacks, a shirt, and tie, she was still looking stunning in a tight pair of short shorts and a Wonder Years t shirt.
“Don’t worry, I was planning on stripping down a bit anyway,” I said cheekily. Layla muttered something about me being naughty as she led me into her house. Of course, I couldn’t help but hungrily stare at the curves of her as, and her thick upper thighs. I went ahead and pulled off my tie without untying it and tossed it on the table, before unbuttoning my dress shirt and hanging it on a chair. During this time I felt my phone buzz but didn’t think much of it.
Layla was already through half a bottle of Moscato as she slid the Night Train my way. I took a pull and we started making small talk to catch up, standing in the kitchen, not bothering to move to the table.
“Ooh,” she gushed during one particularly quiet moment, “I ate out this straight girl the other night,” My cock twitched in my slacks as my eyes (probably) hungrily begged her to continue.
“She squirted all over my face, twice,” Layla finished, licking her lips. As she walked back out to the dining room, she tried to twist a knife, “betcha haven’t done that,” she winked.
I laughed.
“Eaten out a straight girl?”
She shook her head, moving behind a chair.
“Made a girl squirt.”
Before I could stumble out an answer, her hand was digging in the pocket of my shirt. I didn’t really think much of it before she spoke again.
“Sorry, it’s lighting up, looks like you have a couple messages,”
“Layla, wait!” I said as I suddenly realized what was happening.
I definitely didn’t think it was just the phone that was lighting up her eyes as she started to read the two texts I missed out loud.
“Some girl Elle says…I’m only a dirty girl for you, sir, and, I’m currently knuckle deep in my little cunt, I bet you want to see,” she bit her lip, holding my graze for a second before looking back at the phone, “She sent you a pic. Goddamn, she has a pretty little pussy.”
Layla’s nipples began to eagerly press against her shirt as her cheeks flushed. Before I could say anything else she started scrolling.
“Layla, what are you doing,”
“Reading your conversation,” she said through gritted teeth.
I’m sure I was blushing, and I ran a hand through my hair before walking to her side, looking down over her shoulder as she seemed to settle on one particularly steamy command involving black panties, an ice cube, and a neck tie.
I went from studying my phone to studying Layla. Between gritting her teeth, she flicked her tongue in between her luscious lips as she finished reading and scrolled back to the most recent messages. As she reread my orders and Elle’s responses, Layla’s other hand absentmindedly slid up and down her stomach. Finally, she reached the most recent handful of messages.
“You know,” she gulped, “you probably shouldn’t keep a wet girl waiting,” her eyes weakly stayed forward, as she returned to biting her lip. Before I even know what I was doing, I stepped closer to her, only inches of air between our bodies. As I placed a hand on the small of her back, she nearly jumped.
“Do you want to type it out?” I asked warmly. She nervously nodded as I moved my hand around to her opposite side, and slid behind her, again, just air separating us. “Tell her that she’s going to be punished later,”
Layla typed frantically, at times messing up words and backtracking to fix them. All of the time I varied the pressure my fingertips pressed on her hips, and as she sent the message I worked fingers underneath her shirt, and gripped at her warm skin. She dipped her head back against my chest.
“What now,” she paused, almost deliberately making a decision as to what to say next, “sir?”
I pulled her tight little ass against the crotch of my slacks, and my throbbing erection pressed comfortable against her curves.
“Be a good little girl and put the phone down,”
She shook her ass a bit as placed the phone down and I took a hand and slid it up her side, briefly over her chest, and up to her neck. As I squeezed it, she moaned. I kissed the top of her head, and told her to grab my tie.
Sliding it in my pocked I started to kiss the back and sides of her neck, until she desperately turned her head so her lips could meet mine. She tasted amazing, and nipped at my lips as our tongues wrestled. Our hands wrestled with each other and she slid one around to grope at my crotch, but I grabbed it and held it behind her. As I shoved my tongue in her mouth, her free hand began sliding into her shorts, and again I grabbed her other arm, pulling it behind, and harshly biting her lip as I stepped back.
She cried out as I gripped her wrists in one hand, but smiled hungrily in my direction as I pulled out my tie and wrapped it around them. She wiggled her ass against my crotch as I pulled her body tightly against my, biting her neck, before shoving her back over on the table. Her shirt began to ride up and as I moved away from her bound hands and ran my nails down the small over her back, finding her ass and gripping it harshly, before smacking it. She let out a yelp, then a moan as I caressed it, my hand moving in between her covered ass cheeks and sliding down over her pussy, which was already radiating warmth. Working my hands down each thigh, I slid down onto a knee, spreading her legs out a bit as I massaged her skin and she shook her glorious as in her face.
Biting and kissing, I began orally assaulting each leg, from the calf up, and as I neared her crotch I could tell how incredibly warm she was. Finally, I hooked my hands in her shorts and pulled them down. Almost immediately she tried to step back and rub her now thong covered ass into my face, but I gripped a cheek roughly and pressed her back against the table, before placing my arm on the small of her back and holding her in place.
In a flash I drove my mouth into her ass. Kissing and biting at every inch of skin I found before running my tongue down over the material over her thong. She shook and moaned, almost running in place while bent over the table as I pressed my lips against her cunt through her thong. Sliding it to the slide, I worked my tongue into her depths, and there were times where one or both of her feet were off the ground. Squeezing and spanking at her ass, I hungrily at her sweet pussy out, and would press a finger against her clit in between spanks. Eventually I was just strongly sucking at her clit and working first one, and then two fingers into her pussy.
“Fuck I’m really close,” she moaned out, keeping her cunt as tightly pressed against my mouth as possible. Sliding my tongue up and down a few more times, I working her lips over with mine, and harshly pressed my thumb against her clit. She was shaking more than ever, and cussing up a storm, and as I took her pussy lips in between mine and pulled out a bit, I felt her juices gush all over my chin.
I wiped my chin and stood back up, pressing my slacks against her ass as she recovered.
“Fuck man, I didn’t know you had it in you,” without thinking I slapped her ass, harder than normal. She let out a loud, yelpy moan.
“What was that?” I said softly as I pulled my belt off.
“I didn’t know you could be so rough,” her eyes glanced back with a sparkle as she saw me bundle my belt in my hand.
“Why?” I bit my lip before smiling at her.
“I thought you were just a nice guy,” she shot back, as I slapped her ass with my belt, “I thought you just fucked in missionary,” again, the rap of my belt emanated through the room.
“I thought you couldn’t even make a girl cum.”
That led to the harshest spank, as she looked back through wet eyes and bridged up a bit.
“Please make me cum,”
Instead of saying anything, I growled, as my hand shot out and shoved her face roughly against the table, before sliding back and gripping her tied hands. My other hand was deftly undoing my slacks as I shook them and my boxer briefs down my hips and my thick, tan cock sprung forward.
I was done with foreplay.
Roughly, I slid into Layla’s cunt, and groaned as it pulsed and tightened around me. She felt amazing. I used her hands as leverage and roughly slammed in and out of her, my other hand gripping at her ass and occasionally spanking her, and my heavy balls hitting her cunt. She pushed back, occasionally able to circle her hips as I laid waste to her pussy.
Most of the time she looked back at me I shoved her face back against the table. Sometimes I gripped at her hair and pulled her back against me so I could bite her neck. Every few minutes I felt her pussy warmly swell around my dick, and heard her moans increase.
As I felt the familiar tingling in my heavy balls I let go over her hands and gripped her hips in both hands, pulling out until less than my head was inside of her and violently slamming inside.
“I’m so fucking close…please…sir,”
I spanked her ass one last time then pressed a thumb against her ass and that sent her over the edge. Her pussy gushed over my dick, clit throbbing against my shaft, and our thighs were drenched with our juices.
Immediately, I pulled out and ran my cockhead over her asshole as I stroked myself to a finish. Ready to spurt, I aimed my cock up and blasted all over her lower back.
Groaning, I fell into a seat my us, and pulled Layla with me into my lap. She smiled, exhausted, leaning against my chest, as I undid her bounds and ran my head over her back, kissing the top of her head.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/35o11p/sexting_leads_to_sext_mf
That was a really sexy story.