A Less Than Innocent Couchsurfer [MF]

If you’re a fucking pervert, skip to *******

Living in the city is great for lots of reasons. Creative people, diversity and with that comes good food, generally less judgement- but there’s always a friend, or a friend of a friend, that needs a place to crash THAT NIGHT. Usually you ignore the instagram or snapchat story, but one night my friend texted me:

“Hey man, could Steph crash on your couch?”

“Who?”

“From the house party last year, remember? here’s her ig:”

I checked her profile and remembered how nice she’d been, as well as the fact that she had a boyfriend, but had nothing better to do than a favor and acquiesced. She was only a few blocks away.

“Hey Stephanie come on in.”

“Thanks!”

“You look like hell-” then my brain caught up with my mouth to say, “I mean, you’re good looking, but if you want a shower you can take one.”

We made our way into my little apartment and quickly decided, since it was the pandemic and we were bored, that after her shower we’d do some drinking. In no time at all her 5’2ish frame was confessing everything from things she’d stolen as a kid to sexual misadventures, and even though I was developing neck pain talking to her I was soused myself.

“Look” I took another swig, “I was so anxious when I first started, I OVER-communicated. I mean now I know better but I used to be so scared of hurting girls that I’d ask if they were okay after every. Single. Spank.”

“Yeah you seem like you’d be nervous” she teased- but we held eye contact for just a second too long as we finished our drinks.

“You think so?” I let the silence sit as I poured us a bit more. Looking her over in an exaggerated fashion, I smirked. She wore shorts and a baggy tee, with her moist hair around her shoulders, and the way she looked at me- sometimes I’m just able to tell-

“Brat.”

“What? What??”

“That’s what you are. Obviously like pain, too.”

She laughed at me and scooted closer, and we kept drinking and talking for an hour.

“Hope it was okay… you have a great shower shampoo collection, I used your products.”

I instinctively grabbed her by the neck and brought her head to me to smell. I wasn’t even intending to be sexual, but as she placed her delicate hands on my torso I realized how aggressive I’d just been and stood up shakily. Not wanting to seem like a creep, and knowing I’m drunk enough to misread anything, I laid on the couch and turned on a movie.

“The bedroom is open if you want it- I love to pass out on the couch to movies.”

**************

“No, it’s-” She took a shakey step towards me “it’s fine” and laid down with me, her wet hair under my chin.

This was as obvious a hint as I needed. Sliding my arm under her head and my other hand on her hip, our breathing deepened as she ground into me. We kept this up for a while, and I could feel her becoming as desperate as me for release, so with a bite to her neck as I squeezed her throat, I pulled her shorts and panties down in one motion.

“I’m not interested in taking my time.”

“Wait- can I… suck your cock first?”

I let her feel my weight, leaning on her and speaking in my low voice beside her ear, “No.” Which caused her to arch her back and start to push herself towards me.

Starting to tease her pussy, I slid the tip from ass to clit, licking my fingers and playing with her nipples at the same time. As she began to pant, she reached back and dug her nails into me- I couldn’t help myself- I slid myself right in, causing us to groan into one another’s mouth. I could have cum right then had the desire to shake her little frame taken over.

Starting with slow strokes, it didn’t take long until I swung a leg over and was fucking her into the couch, one foot on the ground. With every thrust she moved up the cushion and my grip on her would drag her back down to meet my next thrust. I loved watching Stephanie take me, so petite and eager to take more, arching her back even when I leaned on the armrest in front of her and began to stretch her every further.

“Good girl” I grunted, holding her up by the throat and hair now, “are you gonna cum on my cock?”

Stephanie couldn’t answer, so I slapped her ass so hard her knees pressed together, and then did it again as they relaxed.

I let her have some air and she choked out, “Fuck! yes.”

Her mascara, which I hadn’t even noticed until then, began to run as she started to cum on my cock, and I held her by the neck and kept my pace steady as her back arched and unarched repeatedly as she came, whispering “that’s my good little girl” to keep her at the peak, sweat covering her back and chest heaving as she twitched.

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