I woke to the blurred white stripes on the pavement passing my face at a nauseating rate. The green grass on the side of the road was also a blur, looked like someone had taken a generously soggy paintbrush and streaked green across the window.
I looked up and realized I was almost home, so I forced myself to sit up and get my things together. Rubbing the blur out of my eyes I smiled at Rachel, who at this moment was a saint for driving all the way home and letting me pass out against the window, which had now given me a headache. I smiled to myself about how I had no one to come home to and use the excuse on "not now, I got a headache"... something I don't think I had ever said in my life, and would certainly not say today. It had been a frustrating trip and the idea of coming home to someone waiting for me was definitely a pleasing one.
I smiled to myself and at the passing scenery, contemplating the sex that would happen, if in fact I had someone waiting for me. It was rough, slightly dirty, and making me wet. I suddenly realized that I hadn't ever fantasized about having someone smack my ass or pull my hair, or whisper dirty things to me, but now suddenly I was, and obviously, I liked it.
Rachel jerked the car into a parking space in front of my apartment door. I hopped out and grabbed my bags, said goodbye, and headed up the stairs, looking forward to my empty apartment, a bath and my vibrator. I tossed my keys on the table just inside my bedroom door, then jumped 3 feet in the air when I caught sight of the nearly naked man on my bed. I caught my breath and realized it was Mike, the ex. I opened my mouth to say something to him but then I realized what he was doing. He had nothing on but his boxers, and those were pulled down and his hand was gripping his very hard cock. Obviously, he must have been aware of my presence, but he made no move to acknowledge it. The door had been left open, and I knew he was waiting for me. How did he know this had been on my mind???
Allowing myself to be more interested than shocked, I felt my pussy get wet again, this time even more than it had in the car. Focusing on him and his hands on his cock, his heavy breathing, his half closed eyes, I became more and more aware of the tingling sensation in my pussy and even my nipples. Without really thinking, I pulled my panties off from under my skirt, and walked to the foot of my bed. Without taking my eyes off of him… I slowly climbed up over him, with my knees on either side of his legs. Watching his hand on his cock closely, I could feel my pussy up against his leg getting wetter, as I felt his muscles contract and listening to his low moans coming from his closed mouth. He bit his lower lip, which seemed to indicate his pleasure building. His eyes never opened more than halfway, making me feel like he really didn't know I was there, so I decided to take it further and lean down so my face was just over his cock. Watching closely, very aware that he could feel my hot breath on him; he started to lift his hips up as if looking for the source. I pulled away whenever his cock got close to my lips, wanting him to open his eyes and look at me before I would give him the satisfaction of my mouth.
Slowly it seemed that whatever fantasy he'd been having was slowly becoming real for him and he lifted his head, opened his eyes, and smiled at me. He moved his cock to my warm, and waiting mouth and I parted my lips to let him. I'd woken him from his fantasy, and he took his hand off his cock, grabbed hold of my hair, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. He groaned something, saying, "I'm glad my little slut is here now- I was just thinking about her" as he started to fuck my mouth. I loved the feeling of knowing he was looking down at me and watching his cock sliding past my lips, his hands on my head, my hands on his balls and hips. I moaned softly when I tasted his precum on my tongue. I wasn't surprised at what he'd said really, but more surprised that my reaction to it was to want to behave in an even more "slutty" way, rather than to slap him… touching him, playing with his cock in my mouth, letting him fuck my mouth deeper and deeper, and every time, watching his reactions becoming stronger and stronger. I suddenly realized that my pussy was now soaking wet and aching to be fucked.
