Short Black Dress [MF]

It was a simple enough request – “honey, can you help me with my shoes?” I wasn’t expecting to come around the corner to see her wearing a short black dress, with deep cleavage that instantly drew my gaze (as it always does). She needed help with some strappy high heels as she was rushing to leave for her night out. I grabbed her leg to raise it, and she instinctually pushed her dress down. I teasingly tried to get a peek at her underwear, but she protested “I don’t want panty lines with this dress!” and sheepishly admitted she wasn’t wearing any. With the plunging neckline and no underwear, all I could blurt out was “you look like you want to get fucked”. And had I not known the friends she was going with, I may have worried when she said, “maybe that is what I want”. Before she rushed out the door, she gave me a kiss that made me want to bend her over and take her right there.

I got a few texts throughout the night, but none better than one with a picture – a selfie at just the right angle, showing her ample cleavage, while drinking red wine, with the text “free drinks!” As if my mind wasn’t already running wild, it certainly went into overdrive, knowing she was looking amazing, getting attention, flirting, not helped by my knowledge of just how sexual she becomes when drinking wine. That was the last message for the night, leaving me anxiously awaiting her return.

It was a little after midnight when I heard the door open, and that familiar click of heels on the hardwood. I went to greet her in the dark, slyly asking “did you have fun?” She greeted me with a deep kiss that tasted of wine and pressed her body against me. I honestly cannot remember if she even answered me, or just decided to pounce, groping, trying to strip me as quickly as possible. What I do recall is her dirty mouth, in a sultry voice growling “I’ve wanted this cock all night” as she grabbed and stroked, dropping to her knees. She typically likes to talk dirty, but it’s taken to an extreme when drunk. I simply ran my fingers through her hair as she teased and sucked; she needed no encouragement, but I could feel her moans as I said “you look like a slut, tits out, on your knees, cock in your mouth…” She pulled away suddenly, making me think I offended her, but she quickly retorted, “You like when I look like a slut, with my tits out?” Still teasing me, cock in her hand, looking up, “Seems like you like it, I can feel you throbbing. Then fuck me like a dirty slut, give me this big cock”. With that, she stood up, turned around, and bent over the edge of the sofa. I slid behind her, legs still perched upon her heels, and ran a finger across her dripping cunt, before pressing my cock against her lips. “Fuck me baby” is all she offered, and all I needed.

I moved slow at first, grabbing her hips, grinding deep, wanting to enjoy the moment. She, or perhaps the wine, had other ideas, “Fuck me hard baby, give me that big cock, I know you want to.” Before grabbing her hair, I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass, making her yelp, growling “Is this what you want?!” “Harder” is all she moaned, my fist full of her blonde hair, left hand grabbing her hip and I truly started to take my frustration out on her. After all, she left for the night, looking like a tease, now she was going to get just what her body was asking for. She could tell the change in pace, and moaned “harder, harder, fill my tight pussy”, and that was enough – I released her hair, grabbing both hips, and driving her forward as hard as I possibly could, unloading in her, fingers dug into her flesh as I left my cock throb in her tight cunt. Slowly, I pulled free, leaving her bent over, used, dripping. She stood up, gave me a kiss, and said “that’s just what I wanted”. But her best comment may have come the next morning: “I know we had sex, but I don’t really remember…it must have been rough because my pussy is so sore.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/103djjk/short_black_dress_mf