Danielle could feel the vodka hitting her brain as she took another sip of her drink. She wouldn’t typically overdo it while she’s out and about, but she felt good tonight. The recent loss of five pounds and the full Brazilian wax she’d gotten at the salon yesterday had her feeling sexy and confident. She could feel the brush of her cheeky silk panties against her smooth skin and reveled in the sensation of it. She was short, but slender. Petite seemed to be the word everyone liked to use. Her strawberry blonde hair accented the freckles on her face, highlighted by her bright green eyes. While she may not have been the prettiest girl ever, what she lacked in looks, she made up for with an enthusiastic personality and pleasant nature. Bumped from behind by someone, she quickly turned.
“Sorry!” She smiled back at Joe, a coworker of hers. He’d only been with the agency a short time, but his easygoing demeanor and ready smile relaxed her. She felt comfortable around him.
“No worries! She said, smiling back at Joe.
“Great party, eh?” Joe said.
“Absolutely! I’m having a blast!” Danielle offered as catchy club music pulsed through the air around them. As Joe looked away, she took advantage of the opportunity to have a better look at Joe. He was dressed casually, in a crisp, pale yellow button down and he was deliciously filling out a pair of jeans. She couldn’t help but notice a familiar heat between her legs as she admired the considerable bulge in his crotch.
She caught herself and looked away “Jesus Danielle, you really *are* drunk.” She muttered to herself as she scanned the room. People were coupled up dancing and it made her think of her husband Luke, who was on a work assignment and unable to join her. Married for two and a half years and together for seven, they made a dynamic couple. She felt a quick pang of sadness that things hadn’t been the same between them physically lately. With his promotion at work, Luke had been logging 90-hour work weeks and by the time he arrived home, he was only good for a quick shower before he retired to bed. She missed his touch and hoped that soon, some of his work stresses would ease up and they could find time for each other once again.
Joe’s hand on her forearm jolted her back to the moment.
“Can I get you another drink? He said.
“I’ll walk with you” Danielle replied as she stepped forward past Joe.
His hand on the small of her back caused her to gasp. She was so hungry to be touched. She moved quickly to the makeshift bar in the corner of the room. She knew she shouldn’t have another drink as she was already feeling very buzzed.
“I think this will be my last” she said, slightly raising the newly acquired drink.
“Mine too.” Joe offered as he clinked her glass with his. “To new friendships!” he said. She smiled and raised her glass to her lips.
She found speaking with Joe to be more entertaining than milling about the party, so they sat and talked as they nursed their cocktails. She caught herself in fits of laughter several times throughout their conversation. She absolutely adored it when a guy was funny and could make her laugh. She was thoroughly enjoying their conversation and was shocked when she looked down at her watch and noticed the time.
“Oh!” she gasped, prompting Joe to ask her what was the matter.
“I didn’t realize it was so late. I need to call an Uber and get home.”
“Nonsense.” Joe said, matter of factly. “I’d be happy to give you a ride home.”
Deep inside, she was glad he offered as it meant she would get to spend some more time with him. Why was Luke at work so much! Anger and resentment flashed inside her as she thought of how absent her husband had been. It wasn’t fair.
As if he could sense her mood souring, Joe lightly placed his hand on her shoulder and said “Danielle?” as she realized she hadn’t externally responded to his offer of a ride.
“Sure.” She said. Allowing a smile to reclaim her face. “I appreciate you offering to take me home.”
They said goodbye to their host and thanked them for a fun evening before making their way to Joe’s car, a stylish sedan. Nothing ridiculously fancy or pretentious, but a nice car nonetheless. He graciously opened her door for her and she was delighted to see that the inside of his car was neat and clean, and smelled good. She always thought you could tell a lot about a person based on how the inside of their car looked.
She told Joe which part of town she lived in and he headed that direction. Their hour long party conversation continued and she was riveted by Joe’s ability to speak intelligently on a vast array of topics. Far too soon for her liking, he pulled up to the curb of the home she shared with her husband Luke. A quick glance at the driveway told her that Luke had yet to make it home. A naughty idea flashed in her mind. Try as she might to quell it, she could not. Before she realized it, she blurted out
“Would you like to come inside?” She hoped the double entendre would not be lost on Joe. The gleam in his eye told her it wasn’t. He agreed and allowed her to lead the way up the walk.
She was so happy she’d tidied up prior to leaving. She would have been embarrassed to have a guest in her home if it was cluttered. She motioned Joe towards the couch to sit and asked if he minded waiting while she put on comfortable clothes. He said he didn’t and she disappeared to her bedroom.
“There’s cold beer in the fridge” she said toward the open door. She heard Joe get up from the couch, open the refrigerator door, then the familiar clink of two glass bottles being carried in one hand.
She quickly changed into a white spaghetti strap tank top and leggings. As she couldn’t stand wearing a bra, she took hers off and didn’t think another thing of it.
Her breasts filled a B sized cup fully and they were topped by puffy pink nipples. Her entire body symmetry was exceptional and she did her best to stay fit. She checked her appearance in the full-length mirror in the corner of her room and liked what she saw.
Joe was relaxing on the couch when she emerged from her room. He’d loosened the top button on his shirt, exposing a bit of his tan muscular chest.
She made her way to him and took a beer from his outstretched hand and clinked the glasses together as is tradition before taking a pull of the beer. She felt the cold blossom into her chest as she swallowed.
As she lowered the bottle, she noticed Joe’s gaze on her chest. She looked down and was mortified to see that her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt. Damn this house for being so cold. Joe saw her cheeks flush red and quickly said
“It’s okay Danielle. I actually find it to be very sexy.” She felt her face heat up and a familiar warmth began to blossom between her legs.
FUCK YOU, LUKE! She thought to herself, freshly angered that he’d had no time for her recently. The way Joe looked at her drove her crazy. She could see the desire in his eyes.
Instinctively covering her chest with her arms she stammered “Y-you do?” As if he knew she needed it he stood up and hugged her. She felt herself relax into his arms. She breathed him in deeply and he smelled so good, like cut pine logs, and grass, and soap. Without meaning to, she pressed her hips into his and felt his hardening manhood.
Fuck Luke. She didn’t care about him anymore. Her hands grabbed Joe’s ass and pulled him tight into her. She was stunned at how soft his lips were as they shared their first kiss. His tongue darted playfully into her mouth where she met it with enthusiasm. He traced hot kisses from her jawline to her ear, down her neck to her collarbones. Her hands grabbed at the front of his jeans to undo the button of his jeans. He continued to kiss her feverishly as she reached into his boxers and
Holy fuck she thought. Joe is HUNG.
She pulled him free and marveled at his thickness and length. She’d always been happy with the size of her husband’s penis, but Joe was a full three inches longer and so thick she couldn’t get one hand around him.
She had to taste him. Her desire to have him in her mouth was overwhelming. She sank to her knees and making her tongue wide and flat, licked his length from the base to the tip. He had heavy, egg shaped balls to complement his wonderful cock. She loved the way he tasted; salty, but fresh. She noticed a thick bead of pre-come on the tip of his cock that she greedily lapped up. She was no slouch in the dick sucking department, but she could only take about half of him into her mouth. He groaned as the head of his cock touched the back of her throat. His hands tangled into the hair at the base of her neck as he began fucking her throat.
She was surprised to see this aggression from him. Surprised, but certainly not disappointed. She wanted this. She needed this. Her pussy throbbed and ached, desperately wanting to be touched.
As if he could read her mind, he pulled her to her feet and swiftly removed her top. His mouth was on hers, then her neck, and her chest. He found her nipple and sucked greedily. A small squeal escaped her lips as he sucked and nibbled on her. She had the most sensitive nipples and had often climaxed just from nipple play alone. Joe found her crotch with his hand and rubbed her through her leggings. She bucked against his hand as if she couldn’t get enough of his touch. As she pressed in, he’d pull away, a true master of the tease. She was his puppet and he was her master.
He pushed her down on the couch and pulled off her leggings and panties. She was so glad she’d had her salon appointment yesterday! Joe consumed her with his eyes before teasing her lips with his tongue. She bucked her hips up towards him, frustrated when he pulled away.
“Ugh” she said. “You are driving me crazy!”
“I know” he replied, and flashed that devilish grin. Right as she couldn’t take one more moment of teasing, he buried his face into her. He expertly alternated between licking her, flicking her clit with his tongue, and sucking on the entirety of her. She had no idea who taught him how to eat pussy, but my God, they had done an absolutely amazing job. It was normally pretty difficult for her to climax. None of her lovers had ever been able to get her off during their first encounter. It normally took some time to figure her out, how she moved and how her body responded to different stimuli.
Not so for Joe. Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt as if she were levitating off of the couch as he kept his mouth locked on to her throughout her climax. Her chest heaved and her heart rocketed inside her. This man! How was he so impossibly good at this?
She had to have him inside her. She grabbed his face and pulled it towards hers. She kissed him greedily and tasted herself on his lips. She never allowed Luke to kiss her after he went down on her. She was a wanton, sexually driven woman, out of control with desire.
She felt his engorged head bump against her and she gasped. Of course, he didn’t just enter her. He teased her even more, rubbing his rock hard cock against her, teasing her clit with its head.
“Fuck me Joe. Damn it, you fuck me right now.”
She’d never been this turned on. He entered her achingly slowly. Inch by inch he’d push and pull back, repeating until more of him was inside her. When he bottomed out and the last bit of his cock was buried deep inside her, she felt herself clenching against him, riding the wave of her second climax. He stayed there, deep, until she finished, and then began long stroking her. So, so slowly. They found their rhythm with one another, rocking together, their bodies fused together.
She marveled at how good he felt inside her, hitting spots no other man had ever touched.
“Put your hands around my neck, Danielle.” It wasn’t a request. She obeyed and as she did, he picked her up easily and swing around 180 degrees so that he was now sitting and she was face to face, riding him.
“Need a bit of a break?” she asked him teasingly. He smiled and nodded.
“Then you’re in luck, because I like to ride.” She added.
She slid up and down the length of him, those long hours of spin classes and gym work paying off with the core strength that allowed her to move as she did. His hands playfully roamed her body, pinching and pulling on her sensitive tits. As she worked him fully into her, she rocked and rolled her hips as she felt him grinding against her cervix, causing her to come again.
He was enjoying this. She was his toy. She felt so manipulated and used, but she didn’t care. The endorphins manufactured by three orgasms ricocheted around her brain, rendering her incapable of logical thinking.
He stood up again, carrying her. Fuck, he is strong. After bouncing her on his dick in midair a couple of times, he lifted her off of it and spun her around so that her chest was flat on the couch and her ass was in the air facing him. She felt him position his monster cock against her and for the first time she was worried. This had long been her favorite position Did he know that? How could he know that? and it was also the one that allowed her to be penetrated the deepest. The only problem with that was that Joe was already deeper than anyone else had ever been in the normal positions. Though she was trepidatious, she knew she had to have him this way.
He entered her from behind and began to move within her rhythmically. She felt his heavy balls slapping against her which was a strange sensation as Luke’s balls were smaller and stayed tighter to his body. She reached underneath and caressed them every time they swung past her hand, eliciting moans of approval from Joe.
She grunted and moaned with desire. They may have been making love before, but there was no doubt they were fucking now. She saw stars every time his hips smashed against her. Suddenly, Joe’s hand was on her face, pushing it roughly into the couch cushion, his thumb hooked into the corner of her mouth.
“You like my cock, bitch?” he asked. She was stunned at how turned on his comment made her. She grunted a response, unable to speak over the intrusion of his finger.
“You’re my little fuck toy.” Joe said, and pushed her face down harder.
She’d only read about what happened next. As Joe hit bottom (again) and pulled back, a thicker than water liquid that she had no control over shot from her vagina. She’d squirted.
Joe howled his approval and quickened his pace. She had never come like this before. She was dizzy and weak and felt as if she would black out.
None of this mattered to Joe, who continued to batter her pussy with his ramrod cock. She’d never been fucked this fast or this hard. Rivulets of sweat rolled off her back, hers mixed with his. He grunted and quickened his pace again.
“Fuuuuuuck” he groaned and pulled out of her suddenly. She leapt up and spun around, facing him on her knees. His hand grasped his swollen, dripping wet cock and stroked it once, twice, and ropes of hot cum shot from him onto her hair and face, she’d never seen so much cum in her life, eight, nine bursts of creamy liquid onto her and running down her tummy onto her lap. Mouth open, she tasted his seed and was not surprised that she loved the way he tasted. She was his little cum slut, on her knees, covered in him.
She could feel her heartbeat in her crotch. She feared she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. She motioned Joe to the guest bathroom to clean up as she stumbled toward her own room.
After a quick shower, she emerged in her robe to find Joe dressed and seated back on the couch. He rose to greet her and opened his mouth to speak.
“I wasn’t expecting that.” he offered.
“Nor was I” she replied. “I hope you don’t have any regrets.”
“None whatsoever.” He replied. “I hope this doesn’t cause you any trouble.” He said, as he looked towards the ground. “I’m not a troublemaker or a homewrecker.”
“It won’t.” she said. She stepped toward him and hugged him. With her mouth next to his ear she whispered “See the missing slat in the closet by the front door?” She felt his body tense up.
“Luke has been hiding in there, watching us the whole time.”
The End