Her lips were against my balls now. I held the back of her head and thrust a few more times, before pulling out. She gasped for breath and her spit dripped from the tip of my cock.
We were just behind the front door of her house. We had barely got inside before I’d pushed her to her knees.
I looked down to see her eyes had watered and spread her mascara.
“Do you understand what I like, Carla?”
She nodded and smiled. At that exact moment I realised I would spend the rest of my life with her.
Mick would be pissed.
—-
I had fallen in love with her way before that. This story starts when Mick – my best friend Mick who I’d known for 20 years – introduced me to his new girlfriend. This was Carla. We’d arranged to meet in a pub specially so I could meet her. So I could approve of her, I guess. Mick liked to get my approval on everything.
I did approve of her. Oh fuck, did I approve of her.
I spotted Mick in the crowded pub and walked over. She turned to say hello. My thoughts where something like this: (a) fuck she’s hot, (b) why can’t I speak? (c) oh shit, am I actually blushing? (d) fuck she’s hot (e) I know I love this woman despite having met her around 0.5 seconds ago, and finally (f) no matter how this ends it’s going to kill mine and Mick’s friendship.
For her part, Carla looked as shocked as I guess I did. I’d learn later she’d felt the same as me. Love at first sight. I didn’t believe in it. Still don’t. But it happened.
Oh, there was another thought too to add to the above list: (g) how did Mick ever get a woman like Carla? Around five and a half foot tall, long brunette hair, tits that she must’ve struggled to fit into her lingerie each morning and, on that day – thanks to coming straight from her office job, where she dressed to impress – perfect legs bound in silk stockings and topped with a short skirt.
Mick’s idea of sporting activity was to play hockey on the PS4. It showed in his belly and the fact he found daylight genuinely unpleasant.
We sat at a table with drinks and, honestly, I tried not to look at Carla. She was painfully beautiful. I focussed on Mick, and tried to talk about all the things we always talked about (football mainly), but of course Mick wanted to talk about how great Carla was. Carla was embarrassed to be adored like this. Me? I just hoped nobody would ask me to stand because my cock was so hard that I feared it would push against the table and lift it up.
But let me fast forward. You’re here for the sex. You want a dirty story. Okay.
——
Two months later. Mick’s 29th birthday party at his flat. I was drunk. Most people were, but it was 1am and everybody was drifting off home. With just a few people left I lay on the sofa and, well, I fell asleep.
I awoke in the dark. No idea what time it was. It was cold and nobody else was around now. But there was a noise. The noise of fucking. The desperate grunting. Shortened breath. I was still drunk and, instinctively, I went to find the source of the noise. I’m not a voyeur, really. I was just curious.
The bedroom. A guy with his back to me, fucking somebody in front of them doggy style. The guy’s red hair gave me clues. It was Mick. I stood against the doorway, covered by shadows. I knew it was almost certainly Carla he was fucking but I couldn’t see her.
She could see me. A mirror hung on the opposite wall and suddenly I caught her gaze reflected in it. On her hands and knees, her tits swinging every time Mick slammed into her, she smiled at me. Mick didn’t see me. His eyes were closed, enjoying it too much.
Carla’s eyes locked onto mine. It felt… Weird. But I realised I was hard too. Maybe I was a voyeur after all.
“Baby, let’s switch positions,” said Carla.
I moved back deeper into the shadows in case Mick saw me. Carla faced Mick, then pushed him onto his back so she was facing me. Fucking hell, her body was amazing in the flesh. Perfect tits tapered to a perfect waist.
Mick’s cock stood upright like a flag pole on the bed. Yeah. Mick had a big cock. I knew that already courtesy of a certain threesome a few years earlier. But that’s another story.
Carla knelt at Mick’s cock and began running her tongue around it, and up and down. But here’s the thing. Throughout it all she kept her gaze on me, with a incredible smile. Again, Mick had no fucking clue I was there. He was just enjoying the attention.
I reached down and felt the hard outline of my cock against the fabric of my trouser. Could I…? I unzipped and pulled my cock out. If I got caught then… Well, I’ve no idea. Mick had found the threesome scary, he told me the next day. Sure, we’d fucked the woman together and it had been a blast, but he told me emphatically that he didn’t want to ever talk of it again – never mind repeat the experience.
“That’s good!” said Carla, as I stood there with my cock in my hand. She was talking to me but I guess Mick felt it was for him.
She moved up and then lowered herself onto Mick’s cock, letting it slide in nice and slowly. She rode him gently at first, again her eyes looking either straight into mine, or lowered to my waistline and watching me stroke my cock.
She started to speed up, bucking against Mick. He was clearly enjoying it. She reached down and began to finger her pussy.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she said.
It was a question for me but of course Mick didn’t know.
“Cum inside you,” gasped Mick. “Spunk in your cunt, then watch it dribble out.”
“Oh baby, you know I like to see your cum,” she replied. Again, she was looking at me as she said this. She wanted to see me spurt. Right there, on Mick’s bedroom carpet. I started stroking faster. I could feel my balls start to tighten.
“I want to hold your head and spunk in your mouth,” gasped Mick.
But Carla remained on top, bucking on his hips, holding onto his chest for support.
“I want to fuck you with another guy so we fill both your holes,” said Mick, between his panting. “I want both our cocks stuffed in your mouth at the same time.”
Then he groaned. His own dirty talk had taken him over the edge, and Carla went with him – her body convulsed and I could almost feel her cunt tightening around Mick’s lucky cock.
I came too, spurting repeatedly into the air in front of me, breathing fast but trying to stop myself making any noise. Carla watched me through the mess of her hair as she continued to hold onto Mick for support.
She smiled at me, and this time Mick did realise her gaze wasn’t on him. He turned to look but I don’t know if he saw me because I’d already made my exit. Seconds later I was out in the night air and heading home.
I’d made a mess on Mick’s carpet but, hey, if you have a party in your apartment then you run the risk of getting a dirty carpet.
—–
I jerked off when I got home. It was as if Carla’s body was burned on my retina. If I closed my eyes I saw her. I couldn’t sleep a wink and it was just as well because, around 2am, the first text message arrived.
– I saw you tonight.
I crapped myself. Had Mick seen me? But this was from an unknown number. Not Mick.
I replied.
– Carla?
And the reply came:
– Who else did you think it was?
So I repled:
– I know you saw me. I hope you enjoyed it.
Here’s the rest of the conversation:
– You dirty boy.
– Well duh. Did you enjoy your fuck?
– Not really. Mick’s dull. I don’t know how he manages to be so crap in bed with an eight inch cock. He talks dirty but we rarely get beyond missionary or doggy.
– I love Mick like a brother but he’s never had much imagination.
– Do you?
– Do I what?
– Use your imagination when fucking?
– Um. I guess.
– LOL. You guess?
– I’ve got unusual tastes.
– You mean things like wanking in the dark while your best friend fucks?
– No that’s not what I’m into. Fun tonight but not my bag normally.
– What are you into then?
– It’s a secret.
– No secrets between friends. Tell me.
And that’s when the first picture arrived. Her hand. Her pussy. Wet fingertips. I texted back:
– Put it this way… I like to be in charge. Do you know what I mean?
It took a few minutes for her to reply, maybe because the video she sent me took that long to zoom through the Internet. I tapped the play button. She was rubbing her pussy again. She moved the phone so I could see that Mick was beside her, clearly zonked out because of the booze and snoring. She resumed filmed herself rubbing her pussy, pulling apart her lips and showing me the tip of her finger rubbing her clit. Then she raised the camera to her face, looked into the lens, and whispered, “I like being told what to do.”
I texted back:
– I want to use you.
Her message pinged a split second later.
– Use me.
So I replied:
– Show me your asshole.
Again, it took a few minutes but a picture came through. This time she was in the bathroom. Carla was bent over. A selfie taken in the mirror showing her ass – and her asshole.
– Put a finger inside.
A picture came back. She’d reached up underneath and, with some dexterity, had pushed a finger inside.
– I need to see you.
– Come to my place at 2pm tomorrow. Mick won’t be here.
—–
And that takes us back to the beginning of the story.
I rang the doorbell. Carla answered. She didn’t say a word but looked at me with a half smile. She moved back so I could come in and closed the door. I longed for her with every molecule in my body.
“Do you understand what I said last night?”
Carla nodded.
“Use me.”
I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8vd5oq/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_sucks_to_be
Wow. This chick sounds amazing.