Memories: Emily. Blonde, drunk and willing. I’m only human. [MF]

“If you’re going upstairs, be a dear and help Emily get to her room? She’s wasted.”

I shrugged. “Sure.” I didnt really give it a second thought. Well, maybe I did, but that’s just the way my brain works. I’m not going to lie. Emily is the one every straight guy thinks filthy thoughts about. Blonde. Curvy. A mix of girl next door and pornstar. Too much makeup and just enough skin. So obviously I had thoughts. How could I not?

But they were just thoughts. Even when she had her arm around me in the elevator for support, her firm breast pressing against my side… they were just thoughts. Filthy snippets in my imagination, called upon for masturbatory purposes. Yes, I was guilty of gazing down into the chasm of her cleavage. Yes, I did breathe in her flowery scent. But my intentions were pure. Pure enough.

I took her to her door and waited while she fumbled with the keycard. Leaning against me, giggling to herself. I walked her in, unhooked her arm from around my neck and watched her collapse onto the bed, face first. “Safe and sound.” I muttered proudly to myself as I started to back away. My eyes might have lingered on her pale thighs, her short skirt hiked up just enough to offer a glimpse of that intersection of leg and buttock.

I had my hand on the door handle. My mission was complete. I had every intention of disappearing into my room to tug myself raw to the thought of her, but that’s just human nature.

“Do what you want.” I froze. I was certain I’d misheard. Maybe even just invented it in my mind. “Did you say something Emily?” I asked, turning back around. She lifted her head up, looked straight at me with her big, drunk eyes and slowly, clearly muttered. “Do what you want”.

I felt confused. My heart started racing. My eyes, well.. they oogled. I hesitated. “You’re drunk Emily.” I said with all the nobility I could muster. “So are you” was her reply.
“I… don’t think its a good idea.. ” I stammered. “But you’re still here.” Her argument was sound. I let go of the door handle.

Emily rolled over. Her skirt inched up a bit more and I could see a hint of black lace. She perched herself up with an elbow and smiled a cheeky little smile. “You’ve got a boyfriend. I have a girlfriend.” Hollow words. I didn’t care. Thoughts were turning swiftly into intentions. I’m only human.

“I won’t tell if you won’t”. I stepped towards her. One solitary step that gifted her victory. “Are you sure?”. My blood was pumping. I was started to swell. My mind was racing. “Do what you want” She repeated. I took one more step. She sat up, pulled her top off and lay back down.

I took one more step. She wriggled out of her skirt.

I took one more step. I was standing at the base of the bed, staring down at her. Fucking flawless skin, pale and smooth. Matching underwear, black and lacy.

“Whatever I want?” I muttered in disbelief, my eyes bulging, my crotch swelling. “”Whatever you want” She replied, her foot rubbing up against my thigh.

I’m only human.

I unbuckled and unzipped. She stared up at me as I pulled my erection out. I was as hard as I’d ever been, throbbing, trembling, holding my shaft in my hand. She pulled her knees up, peeled her panties off and tossed them at me. I was practically drooling as she parted her legs, her knees bent, her snatch unfoldiing before my eyes, her exsquisite lips, a deep shade of pink, glistening, glorious.

“Don’t cum inside me” She whispered, inviting me into her and dispensing with the need for a condom with four little words. I’m only human.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed. And then I was on top of her, guiding myself inside her as I stared down at her pretty, pouty face. She whimpered as I pressed my hips. Damp, not wet, but getting there. As tight as I was hard.

I was groaning her name, wriggling my hips, fucking her slowly, trying to accustom my cock with her insides. Going faster as she got wetter. She whimpered and grunted as I thrust, crushing her into the matress, having my way with her. I was in a daze. I tried to kiss her and she turned her head away, so I sucked on her ear instead.

It felt like I was using her, but I didnt care. I was. Intermittent thrusts, some hard and fast, some slow and steady. Pacing myself. I don’t know how, but I made her cum. I didn’t even realise until I felt her shudder, and when I did realise I almost came. I yanked out, violently, desperately, clutching the base of my dripping shaft. It was inglorious to say the least.

I stared at her as she panted, her skin flush, her body trembling. Full of pride. Hard as hell. Her magic words swimming about in my mind. “Whatever I want” I grunted, rolling her limp body over.

Her ass was divine. Perky, pert, perfect. I straddled her thighs with focus and determination. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled them apart. “Whatever I want” I repeated, staring at her tiny puckered asshole. I knew what I wanted. She knew what I wanted, because I felt her tense up.

I spat. I missed, a lob of saliva landing on her back. I spat again. into my hand, using it to coat my tip. It was surreal. I felt like was in a fantasy. I didnt ask. I just lined up and pressed.

She squirmed and squealed as I tried to work my cock into her ass. Nothing happened. I jabbed a finger in and she yelped. I tried again, pressing harder. I felt her start to stretch, listening to her squeal the most amazing squeal. I pressed harder, leaning back, watching. My tip plunged in.

She screamed into the pillow.

I came.

It was so fucking tight. I could feel it squeezing me out as I pulsed inside her. And then it was over. I slipped out, shrivelling, still leaking, holding her cheeks apart, watching my cum bubble out of her.

The fog of lust thinned. Shame descended. Shame that I’d succumbed. Shame that I’d taken advantage. Most of all, shame that it was over so quickly. I didnt want it to be over. Emily lifted her head up and looked back at me over her shoulder. “All done?” she asked with an indifferent mutter. I nodded, climbed up off the bed and zipped up.

“Take a key so you can come back later, if you want.”

I almost died right there. I wanted to decline. Or at least I wanted to want to. “You’ll be asleep…” I started, stammering.

She rolled over. “Do what you want.”

I didnt know how to respond. I took the keycard from her nightstand and slipped it in my pocket. And then I left, shaking my head in disbelief.

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