After Kelly blew me and proceeded to tell me that she wanted to fuck me while Brock was out of town, I figured we needed to have a talk. “I thought you didn’t want to cheat on Brock?” I asked, tucking my dick into my jeans and lying back on the middle of my bed, her real estate virtual walkthrough still playing on my big screen TV in the background. “Why do you even care?” she snapped back, pulling her tiny tank top down over her tan, perky, perfect breasts. I could still see her areolas and nipples through the tank and I didn’t try to hide that I was looking at them. Kelly wasn’t the nicest and so I didn’t really worry about how I treated her. I know that sounds cruel but it’s the truth. And now two days into a shelter in place order, here she is cheating on her boyfriend of four years. What’s there to respect about her?
“You obviously don’t care,” she said, pulling up her panties and shorts and crawling up on the bed next to me. I turned my head to face her—she was lying right next to me, staring at me. “What are you doing?” I asked, at this point I didn’t know if I was asking her why she was lying in my bed next to me or if I was asking her why she was ruining her relationship with Brock. I just wanted to know why she was all of the sudden so interested in me when she had previously given me all of ten minutes of attention. She let out a dramatic sigh. *Great, here we go*, I thought.
“Are you going to make this a big deal? Because I want to fuck you. But I don’t want to if you’re going to be all caught up in feelings and—” I couldn’t let her have the satisfaction of thinking that *I* wanted *her*. I interrupted—“don’t worry, Kelly, I don’t and won’t ever have feelings for you. But I do care about Brock.” I swear I could hear her rolling her eyes. “Funny way of showing it, by fucking his girlfriend,” everything she said had a snotty tone. “We didn’t fuck and if a beautiful girl wants me to touch her and she wants to blow me,” I trailed off, though I knew where the sentence was going when I started, I no longer knew what I was saying as I replayed the image of Kelly between by legs, swallowing and sucking my cock like it was her only way to stay alive. I could feel myself getting hard again.
She got out of bed and collected her DVD and laptop, which she had brought with her to take notes. She walked out of my room and slammed the door behind her, in true Kelly fashion. I laid there for a while, telling myself I needed to get up and get back to work. But all I could do was imagine our next rendezvous. I should’ve been worrying about Brock attempting to kill me when he got back from NYC and found out what I did but I honestly just didn’t care. All I could think of was Kelly saying “I want you to fuck me a ton before Brock gets home.” I had just fingered Kelly’s tight little pussy. Beautiful, tall, fit, gorgeous Kelly. She had come to me for it, too. The thoughts were driving me a bit insane. If it wasn’t for the shelter in place I probably would’ve bolted for my parents house in Napa for the weekend. But I knew I couldn’t leave. So I was stuck in the apartment with my throbbing cock and gorgeous Kelly.
I managed to put Kelly’s sweet cunt out of my mind for a few more hours—long enough to get the rest of my work done. Normally I’d go for an evening run once I got home from work but now that I was working from home and didn’t have to commute, it was a lot earlier than normal. I decided to hop in the shower and try and reset.
I turned the shower on. Hot. Extra hot. I let the water run for a few minutes before my small bathroom was swimming in steam. The steam was so thick I could barely see my hand in front of myself. Leave it to old apartments to not install bathroom fans. I stepped in the shower and began lathering my bar of soap and running it down my arms and across my chest. The hot water and the steam were relaxing my body greatly, and it felt amazing. I soaped up my hands and set the bar of soap down. Maybe a little self-love is what I needed to help me avoid getting myself into deeper shit with Kelly later. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my erect penis. I could feel it throbbing under my own touch. I reached further down and grabbed my balls, letting the soap slide them around in my palm. Every time I started to get really turned on, I imagined Kelly standing there holding my cock and balls. I imagined the water pulling her blonde hair down onto her chest, her perky nipples poking out of her long, wet locks. I imagined her petite hand cupping my balls and her other hand gently stroking my massive cock. She was smiling instead of scowling and after a few moments, she turned around and bent over. She pulled her ass apart, signaling me to fuck her from behind. I stepped closer to her and put the tip of my cock right at her pussy lips and began moving my head up and down. I could see her wetness glistening on the head of my cock. *Oh I bet her pussy gets so wet*, I mumbled to myself as I jerked off and enjoyed my fantasy. Just picturing doing her doggy style had me about to bust but I stopped myself. I could edge and have the orgasm of a lifetime later if I could just hold back now. I’m sure she’d be teasing me for a few days so I decided to refrain.
After my shower I put on my pajamas—plaid pajama pants and an old band t-shirt. I combed my dark hair and put on my glasses and headed to the kitchen. I needed dinner and I wasn’t going to be made hostage by Kelly. If she regretted what she did and was going to try and make it awkward, I was prepared to fight back. When I walked down the hall to the kitchen I saw the lights in the living space were already on. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was on the couch. The TV was off but the lamp next to the couch was on. Without looking, I assumed she was reading and went about heating up my leftovers. Once it was done I sat at the dining table which was adjacent to the living space. I looked over at Kelly. She was holding a wine glass but it was empty. She was wearing one of Brocks old t-shirts and appeared to have no pants on, though it was hard to tell. She was looking at me already when I looked up at her. “Let me smoke some of your pot,” she demanded, setting her wine glass down and getting up. She sat next to me at the table and watched me eat. “Now,” she said, impatiently tapping the table. Normally I wouldn’t even be around people that were as rude as her but for some reason I was finding she had some sort of control over me. And by me I definitely mean my dick.
I nodded towards my room and she followed behind me. I got out my box of weed and packed a bowl for her. She smoked it, hit after hit, until it was pure ash. She grabbed my phone off of my desk and when I reached out to take it she put her hand up as if to say stop. She stuck the phone underneath her shirt and took a photo then put the phone back down. “That’s to say thank you for the pot,” she said, and started to walk towards my door. I walked behind her and pushed the bedroom door shut before she could open it all the way. She turned around and was trapped between me and the door. “What’re you gonna like, kill me now?” she giggled at her own stupid comment. She came in here for weed but she wants to get fucked. I knew it and she knew it. I wasn’t going to give her a chance to deny it. I reached down and put my hand directly on her pussy and squeezed it gently. She didn’t have time to fabricate a response—she instantly let out a gentle moan. I leaned in and put my mouth to her ear, “I know you fucking want me.”
I put my mouth to hers and kissed her, letting my tongue swirl around her mouth. She tasted like wine and pot and it made me hard. She pulled away: “you’re a really good kisser.” I had been told by girls that I was a good kisser so it was not surprising to me that Kelly was impressed. I didn’t picture Brock to be a sexually advanced creature by any means. “Shut up,” I whispered to her, and I flipped her around and she caught herself by placing her palms flat against the bedroom door. I freed my erect cock out of the hole in my pajama pants and used my other arm to wrap around her waist, pulling her ass up to my dick. “Tell me to stop,” I said, pushing the head of my member up against her swollen lips. “Say you want me to stop and I’ll stop,” I said, tightening my arm around her narrow hips. I was prepared for her to tell me no, to have a second thought, but instead she said the most perfect three words in that moment: “fill me up.”
I didn’t waste time easing into her—I rammed my long, hard penis into her pussy. She was tight and she was wet and my edging from earlier was coming back to haunt me. I did three extremely hard pumps into Kelly’s gap before she said, “put me on the bed.” It gave me about thirty seconds to regroup while I picked her up and threw her on my bed. Her t-shirt was up, exposing her luscious tits. The giggled perfectly as I entered her in the missionary position. “I want to kiss,” she said, motioning for me to lean down to her. I leaned down and her legs dropped further apart, allowing for my full length to push all the way into her. She moaned such a perfect, porn-like moan that gave me goosebumps. Her moan was feminine and raw, like my cock was truly giving her a deeper pleasure. I began kissing her. Her tongue wrapped around mine and within a minute I could feel her lock her legs around my waist. I love it when girls did this—it meant they wanted me to fuck them harder and deeper. So I did. Each time I slowly pulled out of her, I rammed myself back into her with all my strength. She dug her heels into my ass each time I pumped her. She kissed me so deeply I’d wondered if Brock ever paid attention to her. She was fucking me like she was neglected.
She pulled away from our make out session long enough to whisper another demand—“suck on my tits while we cum.” Hearing Kelly say these dirty things… to ME… it was a lot to process. But I’m a good fuck buddy and I did as I was told. I leaned down and gently licked her areolas, gently sucking each nipple while I squeezed her plump c-cup breasts. Meanwhile I could feel her lift her hips up into me, letting my dick go so far into her that I could feel my pelvis touch hers. Her nipples tasted like peaches and honey and the more I gently sucked them, the tighter I squeezed her breast. I kept squeezing and sucking and pumping, telling myself to hold on and within a few minutes she was whispering “I’m getting close.”
I didn’t know if she wanted me to come inside of her because most girls didn’t, so I began to pull out but when I attempted to pull away, her heels pushed me deeper inside. “Fill me up, baby,” she moaned. I looked up at her, and for a split second she smiled at me, exposing her beautiful white teeth. She was so gorgeous she sent a chill through my body. Right as I was about to warn her that I was going to unload in her, I felt her warm gap tighten down on my cock. Her back arched as her pussy began swallowing my cock. She was coming and I could feel it, and that feeling made me explode. I unleashed long streams of cum into her as she came with me. I could tell I busted a massive load into her and when I was done, I carefully pulled out and grabbed a towel off the edge of my bed and tucked it between her thighs. Her eyes were closed but she was smiling.
“Brock won’t suck my tits,” she said, breaking the post-orgasm awkward silence. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was happy to suck her perfect tits, anytime she wanted. I wanted to ask if she was going to tell him about this but instead, I asked, “what else won’t he do?” I laid down next to her, with my pajama pants back on, and propped our heads up under one of my pillows. She smelled like flowers and pussy and I loved it. “Anal,” she said, “he says its gay.” I laughed because I could imagine Brock being that way.
“My ex-girlfriend loved anal sex,” I said to her, letting her know that not only will I have anal sex but that I’ve also done it often. “Who, Nicole? I bet you had to fuck her in the ass because you could hardly look at her face, huh?” she laughed at her own awful comment. I leaned across and grabbed her still engorged pussy lips and squeezed somewhat tightly— “Nicole was beautiful. I think you’re jealous.” She made a sound but didn’t push my hand away. “If you’re so good at fucking in the ass, show me,” she said. I let go of her crotch and sat up. “Gladly,” I said.
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