Hello, readers! Unzip your pants, because I've got a hot new story for you all. I'm not kidding; I want all you readers to read this post with your pants pulled down. Getting nude would be even better. Turn out the lights, close the door, and grab your cock or pussy. Sit back...relax...enjoy the show!
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I was sitting in the middle of Max's living room. I had gone to the bathroom for a minute to freshen up; when I returned to the living room of his small apartment near the campus of FSU, Barry White was pulsing from the stereo, and Max had lit some tall red tapered candles on the coffee table. A typical romantic mood setting clichΓ©.
Poor Max was trying so hard to get in my pants. We had just met a few hours ago at a kegger. Max was an average looking guy, about 5"9, short brown hair, and kind of skinny. He had convinced me to come up to his apartment around 2:00 this morning; the party we had just left was getting loud and out of control, and we could barely hear our own voices.
He was probably thinking "Please, God, I hope I get lucky. I'm really horny and want to score tonight, but I always strike out." We had already made out a bit at the party, and I could clearly see the bulge in his jeans. He wanted me so badly...but probably thought he wouldn't get much further than second base.
Boy was he wrong!
You see, I was in a really slutty mood. I had purposely picked out the shyest, quietest guy at the party. I wanted to find someone who may not have had as much luck with women on the weekends...and totally blow his mind!
I had no intention of fucking him; in a warped way, I had morals that intercourse was only to be done while in a semi-serious relationship. But I had absolutely no qualms about oral sex on a one night stand. I didn't even want to receive oral sex; sometimes giving a guy I hardly know a hot blowjob can fuel my masturbation fantasies for a few weeks at least; the memories of getting down on my knees and totally rocking a man's world can make my pussy wet as hell!
"Barry White, huh?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I uh, dig his music!" Max stammered.
"No you don't! You just put his music on in the hopes of getting laid."
"No, I really like it!" he lied.
"C'mon, admit it. If you are completely honest, you might get rewarded!" I sat down next to Max and started to rub his lap with my right hand. His bulge grew, straining under his jeans.
Clearly embarrassed, yet wanting to please me, he confessed. "Aw, Miranda. You got me. I read in 'Maxim' that all women like Barry White. His music is supposed to get women all hot."
"Well, Max. You don't really have to try so hard to get me 'all hot.' I unsnapped his pants. My hand went for the zipper, and I quickly unzipped his pants as well.
"Miranda! Oh, wow" he responded to my moves.
Without saying a word, I got off of the sofa, sat down on the floor, and in one swift move I yanked both his pants and his briefs off. I tugged them over his feet and tossed them to the floor. Max was completely stunned, having had his pants pulled off so quickly. We had only been in his apartment for about a half an hour, and he was sitting on his sofa on his bare ass, his cock sprung into the air.
"Oh my God, I wasn't expecting that!" he yelled.
"Mmm...I guess your Barry White CD did the trick, Max!" I said huskily, trying to imitate the late musician's voice.
"Don't you want to take it slower, Miranda? I could caress you a bit first, you know, if you want."
"Max, now you're talking too much. Just close your eyes and prepare to get the hottest blowjob of your life! That is, if you've ever had any other blowjobs to compare mine too."
"I have!" he answered too quickly. I looked him in the eyes. He couldn't keep eye contact with me; I knew he was lying. I kept staring anyway. "O.K., I have never had a blowjob before; this is my first."
"Good. Just so you know, it won't always be as good as this one when you get future blowjobs from other women, Max. They will have a very high standard to live up too; I'm the queen of cocksucking around these parts."
"Oh. That is good to know!"
"Max, prepare to be drained. You're not going to be able to stand up after I suck your dick, your knees will be so weak!"
My hands kneaded his thighs; my fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when my nails brushed up against his balls. I grabbed a pillow from the sofa to put under my knees so I could be comfortable. Once I was in a good position, I reached up into his lap and started to jack him off.
"Oh God!" he said.