Lovely, slutty Dana. [MF]

Dana. Lovely Dana. I’d had a crush in her forever. It wasn’t just her looks, her olive skin and big brown eyes and black, black hair. Petite. Little perky tits and a pert little ass. It was her reputation that made me crave her. To her friends she was the one that got around. The one that had flings with married businessmen more than twice her age. Everyone who knew her knew someone who’d fucked her, or had fucked her themselves.

Just thinking about her made me hard. It still does. One of those girls whose name you’d always associate with a semi. The kind of name you’d never give your daughter. Like [Grace.] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/875jrg/or_we_could_just_yknow_fuckmf/)

I’d been friend zoned, on account of my being in a relationship with one of her friends – a long distance thing. We’d chat and flirt a bit and then anybody else would swoop in and have their go and I’d be left to my filthy, filthy imagination.

Dana.

Slutty Dana who never acted slutty which made it somehow sluttier. She never showed much skin. Never really wore tight things. The first time I saw her in a bikini I almost came in my pants.

I was eighteen or nineteen and she was my age. I’d not had much experience, but I wasn’t a virgin. I think it was one of those times when we were home from college. Christmas? Who the fuck knows?

It was a house party. It’s safe to assume I was drinking heavily. It was one of those parties where the parents and their friends were around. It must’ve been Christmas. One of those parties with an incredibly well stocked bar. With friends of friends and uncles of enemies and moms of exes.

And Dana. Jeans and a t-shirt and just enough makeup. Hair in a ponytail. A beer in her hand. Chatting with one of my friends, Matt, who was interested in what I was interested in. It was time to block some cock. Cockblock o’clock. A tongue twister for the ages.

It was easy. He was the cocky one and I was the funny one. No competition. Casual flirting ensued. I remember we were talking about chat up lines. Good ones and bad ones. Cheesy. Scary. Matt said he knew a guy who’s chat up line I’ll never forget.

“Do you take it up the ass?”

Seriously. I laughed. Dana giggled and asked if it ever worked. Matt shrugged. So I asked if it would work. She shrugged. There was something about that shrug, the wry little smile, the glint in her dark eyes. I went to refill our drinks. Matt disappeared to his next victim, or just to pass out. With Matt the only certainty was his head in the toilet at the end of the night.

So I came back with two unnecessarily strong vodka concoctions and as I handed her the drink I said, as seriously as I could manage,
“So… do you take it up the ass?”

She smiled. “Nice delivery. Barely rapey. Almost like you’re doing a survey.” Best banter ever. I pointed out that she hadn’t answered the question.

“Are you chatting me up?”

“Only if it’s working. Otherwise I’m messing around.”

“Suppose my answer is yes. What then? What’s the follow through?”

“Interesting. How about… I’d love to take you anywhere?”

“Not bad. Not bad. Paris? Rome?”

“Bedroom? Bathroom?”

“Oh my. Have you been practicing?”

“Several times a day for many years.”

Best banter ever. She was giggling and smiling and I suddenly realized I might actually have a shot. Fuck. The nerves that accompany possibility were bound to fuck things up. I sipped my drink and tried not to say anything that would ruin my newfound awesomeness. So I said nothing.

The best nothing I’d ever said.

“Bathroom.”

It took a few seconds to process. I honestly thought she was just excusing herself, but then she smiled a cheeky little smile and walked away. Slowly. The little glance over her shoulder erased any uncertainty. I tried to act casual. It took a ridiculous amount of self control to stifle my grin. Not even Jesus and his ninja henchmen could stifle the bulge developing in my pants. I followed at a distance, down the corridor, around the corner. The little bathroom, out of the way.

The coast was clear. She locked the door behind us. I was all nerves. Jittery. Butterflies. Hard. She pulled her jeans down her thighs, sat on the toilet and proceeded to pee. I looked away but kept looking back, because. Just because.

“We’ll have to be quick. Do you have a condom?”. I nodded. She wiped and flushed. Apparently girls wipe when they pee.

“Get it out. Let’s see what I’ve got to work with.”
I unbuckled and unzipped and scooped my already sticky cock out of my shorts. There I stood, wielding my distinctly average weapon. Awaiting instructions. She stood up, jeans halfway down her thighs, put down the toilet seat cover and gestured for me to sit.

So I sat down and tried not to cum as I rolled the rubber on. Success. She turned around, grabbed my shaft and lowered her perfect little ass, jeans still on, her thighs clasped together, guiding me into her.

“Oh fuck” I groaned, grabbing her hips, pulling her into my lap. Burying myself inside her. She wriggled her hips and wrapped an arm around my neck. I didn’t thrust. Aside from a hand going up under her t-shirt, I didn’t move. It was happening. I was inside Dana. Finally.

She fucked me with little squats as I tugged her nipples and but my lip and tried to read the ingredients label on the hand soap. I wasn’t sure if it was because we were being discreet, but she barely made a noise. An occasional whimper and nothing more. Thank fuck. A dirty moan would’ve finished me.

I was fucking struggling.

“I think you should cum”

“Dana?”

“It’s okay. Cum. I don’t mind”

“Dana…”

“Just cum…”

I did. I just came, with a growl and a solitary thrust. “There you go… that’s it…” she whispered as I pulsed and withered. She stood up, pulled her jeans and panties up and turned to look at me, watching as I peeled off the rubber and tossed it in the bin, where she buried it under a wad of toilet paper.

After she adjusted her bra and I put my limp, sticky cock away we went back to the party.
It was bizarre. It felt more like a favor than a fuck. I didn’t feel inadequate, because she asked me to finish, but I didn’t feel adequate either. I had a drink. And another. And then one more. Dana fluttered about, but I eventually lost track of her. Another drink.

Matt appeared with a grin that wouldn’t fucking quit. Either someone had some ecstasy or he’d just got lucky. It took five seconds to get him to spill the beans.

“Dana” he said. “No way. Did you…” I replied, jealous, stifling my annoyance. “Yup. She’s a dirty little thing”. So now I was annoyed, jealous and desperately curious. “Define dirty” I asked, pretending I was indulging him. Like I didn’t give a fuck.

And right then, just as he was about to tell me, Dana appeared. Silence, the awkward kind. Matt blushed a bit. I looked her over, searching for evidence, something that might reveal what had happened. There was none. Just Matt’s stupid grin.

“So.. what’s the gossip? Dana asked playfully, teasing. Matt stammered an undignified “ummmm” and I jumped in with “I think Matt got lucky”. Dana smiled a wry smile. “Details. I demand details” it was surreal. Or matt was lying. Either way, it was entertaining.

Matt mumbled something like “a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell” to which Dana retorted “ Gentlemen give a girl fair warning. Gentlemen don’t just presume girls like a mouthful of cum. You’re not a gentleman.”

I swear I almost dropped my drink. Matt turned bright red. Dana giggled. “tell anyone else and I’ll tell them you’ve got a tiny cock”. Matt just nodded. I was staring at her, at her lips, imagining things, getting a bit rigid. Matt went to get a drink, or just to get away.

“So… Matt?” I mused.

“Yeah. He was getting annoying. Problem solved.” She replied like it was no big deal.

“I can be annoying. I promise I’ll give you fair warning.” I said, hoping against hope I came across as funny, not creepy. She smiled. Thank fuck.

“I don’t need you to be annoying. I just need you to be hard” I honestly thought it was just banter.

“Already there” is what I said.

“Sara’s Bedroom. Two minutes. I’ll get the key”

Sara was the girl who lived there. The reason we were at the party. The room was locked because she didn’t like strangers fucking in her bed. But Dana wasn’t a stranger.

After the longest two minutes of my life I made my way to Sara’s room, as discreetly as I could. I was tipsy, so I probably wasn’t discreet at all. I walked in and Dana locked the door.

“Okay. All I need is for you to lie down, keep quiet and be hard. Think you can manage that?”
I nodded and watched her peel off her jeans.

“We don’t have much time…” she said, grabbing my belt. Unbuckling me, unzipping me, yanking my jeans and shorts down before pushing me on to the bed. She rummaged around in the nightstand and retrieved a condom. She’d been here before. Lovely slutty Dana.

She tossed me the rubber and watched me roll it on as she pulled her t-shirt off, revealing a simple black bra that encased her little, perky tits. And then she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, pulling her panties aside with one hand, guiding me into her with the other.

“Oh fuck Dana…” I groaned.

“Shhhhh”

I was buried inside her warm, sopping vagina. With parted thighs she was nothing like as tight. She rocked to and fro and bit her lip and stared into the distance. I reached up and scooped her little breasts out of her bra, finally revealing them after years of imagining them. Small and firm, slightly paler than the rest of her, with disproportionately large nipples. Just a bit less than a handful. I studied them, updating my imagination, memorizing her bumpy areolas and the little mole on her right breast. Spank bank updated.

I was convinced I was doing well, until she started riding me. I craned my neck and stared at what I could see- her lips, my shaft, a hint of pubic hair, bunched up panties. I was safe inside her, but now there was real movement.

“Dana…”

“Shhhh”

She leaned forward and covered my mouth with her hand and rode me faster, moving from a trot to a canter. Now she was looking at me, straight in my eyes, whimpering. My hands were on her ass, fondling, squeezing. Holding on in every sense.

“There. I’m there. I’m there…” is how she announced her orgasm. She trembled, her eyes rolled back a bit and she smiled. I gave her an orgasm. I felt… relevant. A quick orgasm. A tame orgasm. A quiet orgasm. But I felt it. I saw it. It was an orgasm.

She took her hand off my mouth and sat upright. I was still hard, buried inside her. Close, walking back from the edge but still dangerously close.

“I didn’t expect you to last. Well done. You can cum now” She slurred as she reached back and grabbed my balls. I was moving back toward the edge. “We need to get back… cum… please…”. Between the way she said “cum” and the way she squeezed my sack I was finished. I grunted and growled and pulsed and before I’d even shriveled she climbed off me. I was still fucking cumming as she fixed her bra and panties. She was dressed before I’d even pulled the rubber off.

She left the party soon after with a guy twice her age. A pilot with a cunty sports car. I could only imagine what someone like him would do to someone like her. I did imagine. I still do. My imagination is fucking filthy.

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