09-17-2018, 11:53 AM
We were silent on the ride into downtown. The son was watching me, confused about my relation to his father.
The problem with casual hook-ups with strangers is the lack of common ground. Always has been with me. I’m not great at conversation. I excel at having sex, but I couldn’t tell you the last man I could say I was close to. It’s a little pathetic. Today was no different. Less than an hour ago I had this stranger’s cock in my mouth in the parking lot and now he was driving me to my place after taking his kid to the park.
“Did you fuck my dad?”
Oh.
“Ben! Where did you learn that word?” The father yelled, coolly trying to avoid the question. I froze a little, eyes on the man next to me. He was about thirteen, twelve… of course he knows the word ‘fuck'.
“I saw you two come back here.”
“I gave this girl one of your mom’s shirts. That’s it. Now keep quiet,” he ordered, and I felt a twang of attraction again. He sounded like my dad when he bossed someone around. It wasn’t completely sexual, and I’d never fuck my father, but goddamn, did I like a man in charge.
“Whatever,” Ben muttered, looking down at his lap.
I turned my head to look at the kid, defeated. His eyes looked back at me, and I knew he knew. There was a hurting behind them. It was as if he was seeing through me, at another form, another woman, more than a few. Maybe this was a regular occurrence. Maybe this guy fucked a lot of women behind his mother’s back. Maybe his parents had fought about it before and the wounds of a broken family were still fresh.
I was projecting. Even as an adult, I can only remember my parents arguing every night of my childhood. Two people who never loved each other, and a daughter that wondered if romance was always supposed to be so passionless. Maybe none of this was true and Ben was just a perceptive kid…
I gotta talk to someone about what goes in my head. Could do me some good to let it out instead of half-ass pondering after a quickie.
“This one?” The dad asked, vehicle slowing and stopping by an apartment building.
I nodded, it was. Before I could leave, he pushed a folded piece of paper into my hand and waved goodbye with a, “Stay safe.” I opened the door and stepped out. The SUV drove off pretty quickly after.
A twenty, and he had written down his number, that’s what was on the paper.
I swallowed my feelings on that sidewalk but I couldn’t stop my eyes from filling with tears. Sighing, I dug my face into the shirt collar and sobbed once. That’s it.
I didn’t understand myself sometimes. There was no guilt for letting that bastard cum in my mouth, men make their own decisions, but to see the effects firsthand on his kid… that’s a first for me.
I composed myself and threw the paper in the trash, but I kept the money. It was a little shameful, but I was used to that.
Before too long I was pushing my apartment door open to a full view of my roommate fucking his girlfriend in the living room.
The television was on some bullshit Netflix show, loud as all hell, with the couch facing it, its back turned to the door.
Alex. Alexa? She was riding him hard. Soft and big tits on his face and hands gripping the couch as she looked at me walk in.
Cute chick. She didn’t miss a beat, winking at me when I stood there, staring.
I put my purse on the counter and started for my room, walking past the two on the couch before I heard a, “Oh, shit, hey!”
It was my roommate, Kevin, I think. I turned, his face peeking from behind that succulent little back of his girl, still bouncing up and down his cock as I replied, “What’s up?”
“There was a, ah,” he moaned, “a call for you. Shit, baby,” he sucked on Alex's nipples for a brief second, “They left a message. I, fuck, think you’re gonna like it.”
“Why don’t you just invite her to join us if you’re gonna keep talking to her, huh?” His girl added, not so pleased.
Kevin wasn’t the brightest, of course, and he took her at face value, “For real? You wanna hop in, girl?” Alexa sighed, Alex.. Alexa.
“She can watch, maybe touch, but she’s not getting your dick in her, understand?” She looked back at me, alpha bitch that she was, and smirked, “That is, if she’s fine putting that tongue to use.”
Another twinge. I fell in love with her. She knew her place, my place, and commanded my subservience. At that moment, she was Queen and Mistress and I wanted nothing more than to please her.
I kept my cool, can’t seem too eager, “I- I’ll watch… for a bit, I guess.”
That sounded so fucking stupid. I felt so pathetic, especially so as I sat next to them and observed their lovemaking, watching this girl’s heaving breasts plastered on Kevin’s face. His hungry little mouth sucked hard on her nipples, alternating every few moments, and I couldn’t help but start to pinch my own.
Alexa noticed. She was merciful, and directed one of Kevin’s hands to my chest where he dutifully began to squeeze and tease them.
I inched closer to them, and Kevin started having a more difficult time bending his arm to accommodate me. It didn’t matter. I put my left hand on the small of her back, by her man’s, and chose my moment to take her free breast in my mouth.
She gasped, like an angel, and stopped bouncing, watching her two takers suckle on each beautiful tit. I… She was enjoying it, maybe just as much as me, and those foreign brown eyes of hers locked onto mine just as her hand dug through my medium-length crop of straight red hair.
I could be hers forever. She was a fuckin' woman and I was just a loose little girl sitting on whatever cock I happened upon while she was making love to this luckiest of men beside me.
“Take off your shirt, hun.” She spoke, rubbing her thumb gently on the back of my head. I did as she asked, letting go of her flesh to do so.
I’d left my bra in the SUV, I quickly realized as my bare breasts showed themselves to the two. Kevin was quick to fondle them, pressing his face on his girlfriend’s chest and rocking her up and down, eager to continue their fucking.
Alexa obliged him, and I felt a little left out, even as he grabbed a handful of my chest and squeezed.
I was wet. When I stood up, I left a nice little stain on our shared couch, one of many from the few months I’d been living with Kevin, though some were mine.
The rug was soft, mercifully, as I lowered myself in between his thighs in with a backstage pass to the lovemaking. I was in a trance watching her soft ass jiggle with every deep penetration.
They had begun to lean forward into the couch, Kevin displaying an animalistic vigor as he began to increase his rhythm and leaving a delectable view of his balls for me down south.
I did what came naturally and lowered my head into the fire, staying just far enough to only barely feel Alexa's behind grazing me but close enough to get more than half my tongue to drag on the sweaty underside of his sack. He’d shaven, thank God.
I felt him squirm as I took one in my mouth and began to rub his thighs. Alexa was none the wiser, perfectly encapsulated in whatever seventh circle of pleasure she was currently in.
“Fuck…!” He cursed, half whispering and half shouting. His thighs twitched, I felt them, and he paused for just about the tiniest microsecond, and I knew he’d just begun to cum.
There was no smell of dirty plastic, nothing between his engorged raw cock and this goddess' warm womb. To say I was a little jealous was more than an understatement.
None came gushing out like a fountain. This wasn’t some shoddily-crafted porn flick. She felt it, it was easy to see her lover slow his roll, and so she took the initiative to bounce up and down at a slower pace.
His arms laid to the sides, one on the armrest and the other on a cushion, taking in the sight of his girl as she paused. They talked, I couldn’t hear, but she giggled and I melted here with my back against the couch.
“Excuse me, babe,” she suddenly said, directed at me. I moved out of her way as she stood from her perch atop Mount Cock and smiled, “I gotta go wash up. I can feel it… unless you wanna clean me?”
I smiled back and shook my head. Enough deviancy for the hour, though if I wasn’t so emotionally exhausted from the long fucking morning I’d had so far I might have obliged the hell outta her.
She nodded in reply. Maybe she respected that I wasn’t just her little cupcake. Maybe she was disappointed. She walked off to the latrine.
“I fucking love that girl.” Kevin finally spoke, having caught his breath.
“Me, too.” I sighed. I half-meant it.
He played with my hair, I was still in between his thighs at this point, and in my stupor hadn’t even noticed that his long flaccid penis was no more than a few inches from the back of my head.
“That thing with… your tongue on my balls. That?” He mock-fainted, “I just about shot my load from that alone. We definitely could use you more often.”
“As a fucktoy or as a threesome next time?” I asked, if only a little hurt.
He laughed, still oblivious, “Way she looked at you when you sucked her tit, she might just make you the star next time.” He smirked, cute guy.
“That call you told me about.”
He looked confused for a second but came to his senses quickly, “Shit. Yeah, it was for that intern position you applied for at… um..”
That perked me up. I’d been waiting for this call for a hot minute, “What'd they say?”
“You’ve got an interview… today, at like, 3.”
“You let me lick your balls when I have an interview in a few hours?” I stood up and walked toward my room, glad for some guidance for once today. I stopped midway and turned to face him, having laid down on the couch and resuming his show on the television, “Thanks, Kevin.”
“It’s Kyle.”
The problem with casual hook-ups with strangers is the lack of common ground. Always has been with me. I’m not great at conversation. I excel at having sex, but I couldn’t tell you the last man I could say I was close to. It’s a little pathetic. Today was no different. Less than an hour ago I had this stranger’s cock in my mouth in the parking lot and now he was driving me to my place after taking his kid to the park.
“Did you fuck my dad?”
Oh.
“Ben! Where did you learn that word?” The father yelled, coolly trying to avoid the question. I froze a little, eyes on the man next to me. He was about thirteen, twelve… of course he knows the word ‘fuck'.
“I saw you two come back here.”
“I gave this girl one of your mom’s shirts. That’s it. Now keep quiet,” he ordered, and I felt a twang of attraction again. He sounded like my dad when he bossed someone around. It wasn’t completely sexual, and I’d never fuck my father, but goddamn, did I like a man in charge.
“Whatever,” Ben muttered, looking down at his lap.
I turned my head to look at the kid, defeated. His eyes looked back at me, and I knew he knew. There was a hurting behind them. It was as if he was seeing through me, at another form, another woman, more than a few. Maybe this was a regular occurrence. Maybe this guy fucked a lot of women behind his mother’s back. Maybe his parents had fought about it before and the wounds of a broken family were still fresh.
I was projecting. Even as an adult, I can only remember my parents arguing every night of my childhood. Two people who never loved each other, and a daughter that wondered if romance was always supposed to be so passionless. Maybe none of this was true and Ben was just a perceptive kid…
I gotta talk to someone about what goes in my head. Could do me some good to let it out instead of half-ass pondering after a quickie.
“This one?” The dad asked, vehicle slowing and stopping by an apartment building.
I nodded, it was. Before I could leave, he pushed a folded piece of paper into my hand and waved goodbye with a, “Stay safe.” I opened the door and stepped out. The SUV drove off pretty quickly after.
A twenty, and he had written down his number, that’s what was on the paper.
I swallowed my feelings on that sidewalk but I couldn’t stop my eyes from filling with tears. Sighing, I dug my face into the shirt collar and sobbed once. That’s it.
I didn’t understand myself sometimes. There was no guilt for letting that bastard cum in my mouth, men make their own decisions, but to see the effects firsthand on his kid… that’s a first for me.
I composed myself and threw the paper in the trash, but I kept the money. It was a little shameful, but I was used to that.
Before too long I was pushing my apartment door open to a full view of my roommate fucking his girlfriend in the living room.
The television was on some bullshit Netflix show, loud as all hell, with the couch facing it, its back turned to the door.
Alex. Alexa? She was riding him hard. Soft and big tits on his face and hands gripping the couch as she looked at me walk in.
Cute chick. She didn’t miss a beat, winking at me when I stood there, staring.
I put my purse on the counter and started for my room, walking past the two on the couch before I heard a, “Oh, shit, hey!”
It was my roommate, Kevin, I think. I turned, his face peeking from behind that succulent little back of his girl, still bouncing up and down his cock as I replied, “What’s up?”
“There was a, ah,” he moaned, “a call for you. Shit, baby,” he sucked on Alex's nipples for a brief second, “They left a message. I, fuck, think you’re gonna like it.”
“Why don’t you just invite her to join us if you’re gonna keep talking to her, huh?” His girl added, not so pleased.
Kevin wasn’t the brightest, of course, and he took her at face value, “For real? You wanna hop in, girl?” Alexa sighed, Alex.. Alexa.
“She can watch, maybe touch, but she’s not getting your dick in her, understand?” She looked back at me, alpha bitch that she was, and smirked, “That is, if she’s fine putting that tongue to use.”
Another twinge. I fell in love with her. She knew her place, my place, and commanded my subservience. At that moment, she was Queen and Mistress and I wanted nothing more than to please her.
I kept my cool, can’t seem too eager, “I- I’ll watch… for a bit, I guess.”
That sounded so fucking stupid. I felt so pathetic, especially so as I sat next to them and observed their lovemaking, watching this girl’s heaving breasts plastered on Kevin’s face. His hungry little mouth sucked hard on her nipples, alternating every few moments, and I couldn’t help but start to pinch my own.
Alexa noticed. She was merciful, and directed one of Kevin’s hands to my chest where he dutifully began to squeeze and tease them.
I inched closer to them, and Kevin started having a more difficult time bending his arm to accommodate me. It didn’t matter. I put my left hand on the small of her back, by her man’s, and chose my moment to take her free breast in my mouth.
She gasped, like an angel, and stopped bouncing, watching her two takers suckle on each beautiful tit. I… She was enjoying it, maybe just as much as me, and those foreign brown eyes of hers locked onto mine just as her hand dug through my medium-length crop of straight red hair.
I could be hers forever. She was a fuckin' woman and I was just a loose little girl sitting on whatever cock I happened upon while she was making love to this luckiest of men beside me.
“Take off your shirt, hun.” She spoke, rubbing her thumb gently on the back of my head. I did as she asked, letting go of her flesh to do so.
I’d left my bra in the SUV, I quickly realized as my bare breasts showed themselves to the two. Kevin was quick to fondle them, pressing his face on his girlfriend’s chest and rocking her up and down, eager to continue their fucking.
Alexa obliged him, and I felt a little left out, even as he grabbed a handful of my chest and squeezed.
I was wet. When I stood up, I left a nice little stain on our shared couch, one of many from the few months I’d been living with Kevin, though some were mine.
The rug was soft, mercifully, as I lowered myself in between his thighs in with a backstage pass to the lovemaking. I was in a trance watching her soft ass jiggle with every deep penetration.
They had begun to lean forward into the couch, Kevin displaying an animalistic vigor as he began to increase his rhythm and leaving a delectable view of his balls for me down south.
I did what came naturally and lowered my head into the fire, staying just far enough to only barely feel Alexa's behind grazing me but close enough to get more than half my tongue to drag on the sweaty underside of his sack. He’d shaven, thank God.
I felt him squirm as I took one in my mouth and began to rub his thighs. Alexa was none the wiser, perfectly encapsulated in whatever seventh circle of pleasure she was currently in.
“Fuck…!” He cursed, half whispering and half shouting. His thighs twitched, I felt them, and he paused for just about the tiniest microsecond, and I knew he’d just begun to cum.
There was no smell of dirty plastic, nothing between his engorged raw cock and this goddess' warm womb. To say I was a little jealous was more than an understatement.
None came gushing out like a fountain. This wasn’t some shoddily-crafted porn flick. She felt it, it was easy to see her lover slow his roll, and so she took the initiative to bounce up and down at a slower pace.
His arms laid to the sides, one on the armrest and the other on a cushion, taking in the sight of his girl as she paused. They talked, I couldn’t hear, but she giggled and I melted here with my back against the couch.
“Excuse me, babe,” she suddenly said, directed at me. I moved out of her way as she stood from her perch atop Mount Cock and smiled, “I gotta go wash up. I can feel it… unless you wanna clean me?”
I smiled back and shook my head. Enough deviancy for the hour, though if I wasn’t so emotionally exhausted from the long fucking morning I’d had so far I might have obliged the hell outta her.
She nodded in reply. Maybe she respected that I wasn’t just her little cupcake. Maybe she was disappointed. She walked off to the latrine.
“I fucking love that girl.” Kevin finally spoke, having caught his breath.
“Me, too.” I sighed. I half-meant it.
He played with my hair, I was still in between his thighs at this point, and in my stupor hadn’t even noticed that his long flaccid penis was no more than a few inches from the back of my head.
“That thing with… your tongue on my balls. That?” He mock-fainted, “I just about shot my load from that alone. We definitely could use you more often.”
“As a fucktoy or as a threesome next time?” I asked, if only a little hurt.
He laughed, still oblivious, “Way she looked at you when you sucked her tit, she might just make you the star next time.” He smirked, cute guy.
“That call you told me about.”
He looked confused for a second but came to his senses quickly, “Shit. Yeah, it was for that intern position you applied for at… um..”
That perked me up. I’d been waiting for this call for a hot minute, “What'd they say?”
“You’ve got an interview… today, at like, 3.”
“You let me lick your balls when I have an interview in a few hours?” I stood up and walked toward my room, glad for some guidance for once today. I stopped midway and turned to face him, having laid down on the couch and resuming his show on the television, “Thanks, Kevin.”
“It’s Kyle.”