Sunday morning, the morning after my day long fuck fest with Mark. Both of us were completely saturated with sweat, by the time the sun shone full force through the window. The weather was starting to get warm, but the AC units hadn’t switched from their winter settings just yet, so the room was humid, and reeked of nothing but sex. He was in my arms when we fell asleep, but I opened my eyes to him down between my thighs, petting my mound, gently.
“Mmm, good morning,” I greeted him, falling back into the pillow. I could feel his breath on my skin; the sweat made it feel like I was facing an opened window, spread eagle.
“Morning, Starla,” he said, pressing his lips against mine. I moaned for him, as he sampled me with a lick. I saw him wince, and he kissed and licked my thigh to reset the taste in his mouth. He was a breath and a half away from apologizing to me, and ruining the moment, so I spoke first.
“Let’s get a shower,” I said. “Kiera already got hers earlier, so we can take as long as we want.”
“I wanted to eat you out in bed,” he said, more determined than I had seen anyone in his position. He didn’t let me protest, after he spoke. He hooked his arms beneath my thighs, and dove right back in, tongue bathing my labia and my clit.
Everyone’s favorite sound in the world, whether they realize it or not, is the sound of their own sex being sucked, licked, slobbered, and spat over. The sound of your body being worshipped; the sound of you sodomizing a person’s face. He had a spit and pussy juice mustache when he came up for air the first time, and almost immediately, I hooked my leg around the back of his neck, and pulled him back under. His fingernails dug into the flesh around my areola, as he grabbed me, and I lifted the other tit to my lips to suckle on myself.
“Fuck, eat it, boy,” I said, as I shoved his face further into my fat pussy with my hand. I couldn’t believe how profoundly my luck had changed in the past few weeks, as I felt piece after piece of my sobriety slip right down his throat. I was dizzy, bewildered, and practically steaming from the heat, at this point. I felt all of this *before* he slipped two fingers inside of me.
“You like that,” he asked, thick, stringy cords of my juices still hanging from his chin. He must have planned all this out as I slept, because the moment he asked, he found my g-spot. I retreated to my headboard, but he pounced onto my pussy again, overwhelming me with every possible tool he could use on his face. His lips, his nose, his chin, even his cheekbones when I closed my thighs around his head.
My body gave him a real climax, my juices thickening even further. I watched the confusion pass over his face as I coated his tongue and chin. He rolled it around in his mouth a few times, before I watched his Adam’s apple dip. Then, he pushed his tongue back in for more.
“Wait, wait, Jesus, wait, slow down,” I said, pressing my fingertips against his forehead to keep him at bay. “Where the fuck have you been hiding that?” He chuckled warmly, as I watched my cum drip off of his face. I couldn’t resist. I didn’t know when I’d have this chance again. I grabbed him by the back of his neck, and brought his face to mine. Instead of a deep kiss, I stuck my tongue all the way out of my mouth, and licked his face clean. He almost shied away from it at first, but I held him securely by his stone solid shaft. “Sorry. I had to. You looked so fucking sexy just now…”
“I enjoyed that more than I thought I would,” he said, with a shrug. “I mean, all of it.”
“You’re not done, boy,” I said to him, gripping him just a little bit tighter. He looked confused. “You look confused. Mark, if you don’t fuck me, right here, and right now, I’m literally going to die. This is serious.”
“But we don’t have any more condoms,” he said.
“I don’t care. I need you inside of me,” I replied, stroking his shaft now. “Every second you’re not inside me, a kitten somewhere explodes, Mark!” He almost laughed his way flaccid. “Mark! Mark, you’re murdering kittens! Mark, fuck me, now!”
He put one leg over his shoulder, straddling the other, as he approached my cunt with his cock. I would give anything to know exactly what he was thinking the moment of penetration. Here was this wild, raw, drooling, toothless mouth; and alien creature who was designed over billions of years to devour his most prized possession. And here he was, about to hand it over, with no protection whatsoever. He was finally completely naked for me.
The heat, or the tightness, or just the situation itself left him stunned once inside. Then, I watched his animal side get loose. Usually, he liked to hold my hand as we had sex; that morning, he grabbed my wrist so hard it bruised, and I could feel my own pulse. Instead of easing his way into things, he went from nothing to 100% in just a few pumps. Something inside of him was furious, and I let that thing take me. This was the man that I had always wanted to meet, grinning fiercely, fucking my cunt like it belonged to him.
But, he was a virgin up until a few weeks ago. He didn’t make it the full minute, which is fine. I get it. My pussy is just that amazing, *I guess.*
He flooded my cunt, with his young, potent sperm. I felt him throb so many times, I only started counting after I missed the first couple, and from just that much, ended up with a total of seven. Clinically, I knew I wasn’t pregnant yet. However, I knew for a fact that if I took no preventative measures, I was going to become pregnant. I looked into his eyes, wondering if he knew that he had theoretically just become a father (I took Plan B a.s.a.p. so don’t worry Reddit).
“Shit…” he collapsed on me, massaging his side.
“Charlie Horse,” I asked.
“Yeah…”
“You’re probably dehydrated after cumming so goddamn much,” I said to him, revelling in that delicious warmth inside.
“Oh, God, oh no, I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to— I mean, I—”
“It’s okay.” I massaged him as well, as I waited for his cock to soften inside of me. “You were amazing. That was amazing. From now on, that’s how I want you to fuck me, alright?”
“Like how?”
“Like you mean it.”
****
I could have done without the judgmental looks from the waitress who came to take our drink orders. One alcoholic and one soda, because he still had 2 years left before he could have a real drink. Meanwhile, I looked like I could be one of his professors. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
And of course the little country bumpkin had never been to Red Lobster. Watching him leaf through the menu, completely mortified of spending too much of my money almost made my heart stop. I sipped my cocktail, just staring at him, waiting for him to order. He actually showed me what he wanted, pointed at it, asking for my approval.
“You just want an appetizer,” I asked, drawing my lips into a thin smile.
“I’m not really hungry,” he said, taking the menu back.
“I was with you all day yesterday, and today,” I said. “So I’m calling bullshit.” He frowned for a moment, as he continued on to the actual entrees.
“Sorry,” he said. “I just feel bad—”
“It’s 2017, Mark,” I said, as I put my foot forward, nudging his ankle beneath the table. A smile started on his face, but I could tell he was in a conundrum. “Let that outdated bullshit go. You’ve got a sugar mama now.”
“It… I dunno, it just feels wrong, to not at least pay for my half,” he said. “I don’t want to live inside of your purse.”
“That’s not what this is. I’m not paying your bills, I’m not buying your groceries,” I said. “I’m just taking you out.”
“I can’t help how I feel about it. I’m sorry…”
“You don’t need to resist this,” I said, my voice growing sultry. “Let go, and you’ll feel so much better, I swear.”
“Starla…”
“You say it feels wrong because you know it isn’t actually wrong,” I said to him. He looked up into my eyes. “There it is. The moment you realize you’ve been programmed with some dumb shit.”
“I…” I watched the venomous thoughts leave his mind in waves, as he smiled at me. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6377ph/starla_takes_his_ass_to_red_lobster_sex_journal
that title… I thought the link was a /r/shittyfoodporn post.
I’m loving every episode of your sex journal Starla.
It’s a refreshingly wonderful read.