Stories Turn Me On!
I had a really hot friend who separated from her husband.
A few weeks later I ran into her at my job. She looked f'ing HOT. She was fantastic. Before she had married we hung out a lot. She was very sexual- the first time we met she showed me both her nipple piercings and her **** piercing in the car on the way to the bar. We even had hooked up a few times...never made it to sex, just a lot of making out in public at bars. I always regretted not trying to get with her, but one of my other friends had always crushed on her, so I kept some distance out of respect.
Anyway, after I saw her again, she gave me her number. I drunk texted her one night, and she started sending me all these dirty texts. "I always thought you were so sexy" "I'm touching myself right now thinking of you..." "I want your **** in my mouth so I can suck it dry" "My ***** is so wet and I want you to come over and fill it..." All kinds of nastiness, it was great. So I start texting back, and soon enough, we were having text-sex. I had never done anything like that before, but it was getting me so turned on. I wasn't sure what this girl's intentions really were, but I didn't care. I whipped it out and started playing along.
Sure enough, in walks my girlfriend! Luckily I heard her outside the second she opened the door, so I muted my phone and tossed it behind the couch. She saw me with my junk all out and aroused, and was like "what the hell are you doing?" Of course, I played it off all slick, "I was lonely and just started thinking about what I was going to do with you when you came home..." She is a pretty conservative girl, so she gave me a slightly shocked and apprehensive look. But I stood up, walked right over to her and started kissing her and caressing her. Then I shoved her against the wall and pulled off her shirt, ripped off her bra, and pushed my hand up her skirt. As I rubbed her, I pushed her panties to the left, leaving just enough room for my finger, and went to work.
She started getting really into it, and as soon as she was wet, I shoved my **** deep into her and started pumping against her, her back against the wall. She was so overwhelmed she couldn't even speak. Her eyes were closed and she threw her head back and just started moaning. I wrapped her right leg around my waist and grabbed her *** tight with my left hand as my right squeezed her breasts and then worked its way up to her throat and gently tightened. She was a little dirty like that and always enjoyed when I lightly grabbed her throat.
After a while she turned around and placed her hands against the wall as she spread her legs and welcomed me in from behind. I was a crazed man, as my eyes were closed and all I could picture was myself ******* not my girlfriend, but my married friend, in all the ways I had wanted to **** her years before. Needless to say, but this sex was nastier and harder than anything my girlfriend had ever seemed to be interested in. I kept throwing myself into her, grabbing and slapping her *** with my left hand, and pulling her hair occasionally with my right.
After the bent over ******* I gave her, we worked our way over to the bed where I got on top and continued to thrust into her over and over until she came, crying out, "Yes...oh, yes, that's it...right there...don't stop, don't stop...YES..." and then just groaned out over and over in writhing ecstacy. Shortly after that I came inside her for the third time that session, grunting aloud. Usually I can stay hard after ******* once, but sometimes get too sensitive after the second time and have to pause. That night, I could have probably *** four more times and never cared, because each time I came, it wasn't inside my girlfriend, it was inside my hot married friend who I had always wanted to **** like that.
It was great. My girlfriend told me she thought it was great I could be so passionate, and my friend ended up getting back together with her husband and I haven't heard from her since. But her craziness gave me one night of the best sex I will probably ever have in my live. Fantasies are the best...