1. Drink


    Date: 1/29/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: shrpsf, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    Still I couldn’t help but wonder if I stood a chance to get dirty with him; to get a taste of the manhandling roughness he kept teasing me with in his texts. Funny how he never once referred to his cock directly, yet I found myself longing to taste his pulsing meat, to take inch after delicious inch down my throat. More than the acrid tang of skin, I wanted the taste of come in my mouth. “Emily.” He looked annoyed that I had spaced out for a moment. I shook my head in an attempt to clear it of those filthy thoughts. “Is your cock hard yet?” The words tumbled out before I could censor myself. I grinned. The alcohol had really loosened my tongue now. The friendly flicker in his eyes dimmed to hard embers that seemed to assess my sobriety. I gave my upper lip a slow, purposeful lick. A green light. “You know where I’ll be.” And with that, he left me contemplating my next move. My heart thumped madly against my chest, as I tailed him to the washroom. A firm hand wound around my throat before I could adjust to the harsh glare of the white pendaflour light. The click of a lock sealed us inside. “I thought you’d come,” he smirked, fisting fingers in my hair. My scalp throbbed when he ...
    yanked, forcing my gaze into the grimy mirror ahead. I steadied myself against the sink as the hand around my throat let go to peel down my sheer leggings. “You came prepared, didn’t you?” he leered at my panty-less ass. A palm cracked against my left cheek, and I bit down a moan. We came face to face with our stain-smeared reflections as a rough middle finger was introduced into my slick folds, stirring up my arousal to an unbearable degree. “I came to be fucked,” I hissed, shuddering at the sound of my own words. A zipper whirred undone. “Good. Then fucked you will be.” I felt the full length of him on ‘fucked’ and it reduced me to a needy little whore. I whimpered. The next thrust slammed his hips against my bum. “Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted. “Better than I imagined.” I was his undoing the way he was mine. The pounding picked up pace, while I struggled to keep my moans in check. One hand mauled my ass, while the other grabbed my throat like he truly owned me. I felt delirious… I don’t remember coming that hard before. But I definitely recall his demand to kiss him and say, ‘Thank you' afterward. The brute. He left me to get cleaned up while he polished the rest of his drink. xxxx
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