Slut

The last thing he remembered was getting rejected by her, the girl he lusted after since he met her a year ago. The next thing he knew, he was in a hotel room watching a hooker take her clothes off. He didn’t even know her name, and didn’t care. He just wanted sex, and she would have to do.

She stepped out of her panties, led him to the bed pulling him down on top of her. He felt his penis grow hard against her thigh. He pushed into her and almost cried out Stacy’s name. It should be her he was fucking. How could she turn him down? The bitch.

He fucked her harder with every thrust. The more he thought about Stacy, the more he resented her and fucked out of anger. He roughly turned the girl over to a kneeling position and slapped her ass…hard. Grabbing the back of her hair, he shoved his throbbing cock deep inside her.

She moaned loudly snapping him out of his trance. He let go of her hair, pulled out and softly said, “I’m sorry,” and sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Why’d you stop? I like it rough,” she twisted his nipple. “I’m a slut, and I wanna be yours,” she smiled and stroked his cock.

He lifted his head to gaze into her dark eyes. They didn’t show any happiness. He was torn with wanting to continue his mission or feeling bad for her. She wrapped her lips around his manhood and the mission continued.

He leaned back on his hands, shut his eyes and thought about Stacy. The thought of Stacy and the sensation of her lips made him explode in her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind as she kept sucking, not letting him get soft.

She pushed him back on the bed and quickly straddled him. Grabbing his hands, she put them on her tits and squeezed them while she bounce on his pulsating cock until he came. She leaned down to kiss him, his tongue pressing on hers as he wrapped his arms around her back.

Watching her get dressed, he wondered if their paths would ever cross again. He thought he caught a faint glimmer in her eyes. After she left, he slowly got dressed while tears dripped from his eyes.

2 thoughts on “Slut

  1. Author Mandy White

    That’s one thing I like about your blog. You don’t stick to just one genre. I am pleasantly surprised, once again.

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