Confessions Of A Slut Ch 26

I never got a chance to show Donnell. I had practiced more in anticipation but he stopped answering my phone calls and text messages. I was devastated. Depressed. Heartbroken.

Even though we knew each other for a short time I missed him. Did he find out I had a boyfriend? Did he not think I was pretty? I had to find out and I did.

Robbie came into the bar two weeks later on a Monday night and his presence shook me to my core. I had hoped to see Donnell with him but Robbie had come alone.

"What did I do wrong?" I asked him.

"All I know is Courtney told Donnell to stay away from you. That you were catching feelings and becoming obsessed. She said if Donnell didn't want no 'Fatal Instinct' situation, he needed to avoid you at all costs. She told him you were crazy."

I broke down and cried while working. Thank goodness it was near the end of my shift. I was depressed and fuming. What gave Courtney the right?! How could she do this to me? This was the last straw. I wasn't sure what to do but she could bet it wouldn't be pretty.

I sent Jimmy a text message asking to come over. I told him I needed blow but I really just needed to release all this anger and tension and he always had a way of helping me with that.

It was around four-thirty in the morning when I arrived at Jimmy's. He was watching television by himself in the living room. A bag of cocaine sat on the glass table with three lines already cut. I sat next to him and quickly made one disappear.

"Good stuff, right?" Jimmy nodded.

"Yes. Good stuff," I replied. I expected Jimmy to grab my tits as he normally did when I came over but his eyes and focus never left the television. I waited another thirty minutes and then snorted another line.

Jimmy stood up and walked to his bedroom door.

"Make sure to lock up once you're done here."

And with that he walked in his room and shut the door.

My self-esteem shot even lower. Now I couldn't even get Jimmy to fuck me. My brain jumped from anger at Courtney to thoughts of how ugly I must be. I was frustrated - emotionally and sexually.

I spent over two hours alone at Jimmy's. Sitting in the dark. Skiing by myself. By the time I got home it was past seven in the morning. Courtney's car was already gone. If she hadn't gone to work I would have tried to send her to the hospital. I had had enough of her.

I went up to my room and took off my shirt and bra and then my shorts. I looked at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of my door. I was wearing only panties and I turned slightly to check out my butt. I tried to cheer myself up, whispering compliments about each part of my body. It helped a little but I still had too much anger inside me. I changed into a long T-shirt I had stolen from my ex-boyfriend, walked downstairs and curled up on the sofa in the living room.

After an hour of channel surfing, the door to Courtney's bedroom opened. I thought she was gone but now I was ready to fight.

I sat up but It wasn't Courtney. Mark had apparently slept here last night and was just now waking up. He was wearing a T-shirt and red boxer shorts. He grabbed a water out of the fridge and sat down on the sofa.

I had no reason to be angry with him but I was. He was an extension of Courtney. He was complicit. They had the seemingly perfect relationship. One that I wanted but was struggling to obtain.

He finally broke the ice.

"I don't agree with what Courtney did. I told her to mind her business."

"Well she didn't and now I'm here alone."

"Did you and Derek break up?"

"No, why?"

"You've sucked Donnell's dick for two weeks straight. I figured you two broke up. You're wild girl," Mark said with the shake of his head.

With that, he laid back on the sofa, adjusting himself in his boxers as he did so.

"Don't do that," I said, my eyes catching his and then looking down at his hand resting on the bulge in his pants.

His eyes returned to the television but mine stayed focused on him. Analyzing him. His short stocky muscles. His thick red lips.

He adjusted himself again. This time he shot me a look from his sultry eyes, licking his lips in the process. He was baiting me. I had lost all loyalty to Courtney. This would be perfect payback for her interference.

I walked over to where Mark was sitting. Both of us staring at each other, wearing nothing but T-shirts and underwear. I bent over at the waist and kissed him. His lips were soft and felt good against mine. His hands immediately reached under my shirt and found my 36C breasts. He had smaller hands than Donnell but they felt stronger as he groped my tits. He took my shirt off and leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth but I pushed his head away.

I knelt down before him and rubbed my hand on his cock thru his boxers as I smiled up at him. It was already hard. I pulled off his boxers and took in the visual sight of Mark's dick. It was much wider than Donnell's and about a half inch longer. It was mesmerizing and scary all at the same time.

"You gonna suck it or what?" Mark smiled. "I know all about you girl. Do your thing."

I opened my mouth and allowed his dick to fill it. I would not let my practice go to waste. Mark being the recipient of the fruits of my labor at Courtney's expense was the cherry on top. I put my new skills to use, taking seven, then seven and a half inches of him without gagging. I felt his hand on the back of my head pressing another half inch down my throat. I didn't gag at first but as he held his dick in my throat, my muscles instinctively spasmed and I gagged. My eyes watered and spit poured out of my mouth.

"There you go Kel. I heard you liked that."

His hand pushed my head down again, too quick this time. I gagged at the force of him entering my throat and pulled my mouth off of him. I jerked his cock as my tongue went down and licked his balls. I needed a break and was buying time.

Instead he stood up and asked me to do the same. His huge cock was pointing straight up between us. My breasts were exposed as well. He spun me around and pulled off my panties. I knew what he wanted but was not sure if I was ready. I positioned myself on the sofa, grabbing the back of it and bracing for impact. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands grab my hips.

He was gentler than I expected, taking his time pushing more and more of his nine inches inside of me. We had been fucking for almost ten minutes already. My fear had dissipated. I could feel his thickness spreading me to new lengths. As he increased the speed of his thrusts I began to lose it. My right leg twitched and shook. My stomach felt like I was on a roller coaster. Eventually the orgasm rose up and overwhelmed me. I flung myself away from his dick and laid on the sofa in the fetal position. The orgasm was intense and made my whole body shake as if I was having a seizure. I couldn't see straight. If I could I'm sure I would have seen Mark staring at me wondering what the fuck was going on.

I felt him grab my legs and pull my pussy to the edge of the sofa. My back on the sofa and my head propped up on a cushion and looked down as his dark, nine inch cock disappeared inside me. The visual was too much. I hadn't been able to see it in our previous position but now I could see his huge dick spreading me. I was freaking out inside but outside it spurned yet another orgasm.

I found myself hypnotized by watching him enter me over and over. It had always been an erotic visual but was even more so with his size. He was not as patient or gentle anymore. He had pushed my legs back toward my chest and he was pushing all his weight and length into me. I was crying and moaning and screaming all at the same time. It hurt so good. I begged for him to cum but his stamina was incredible. Finally, after another ten minutes, he pulled and jerked himself onto my stomach and tits.

I smiled up at him - embarrassed by my moans and wetness. I was spent and satisfied. It was the best fuck of my life so far and I wanted more. He leaned over and kissed my cheek while his hand lightly found my throat.

"Not a word of this to Courtney," he whispered in my ear as his hand squeezed my throat firmly. "Not a word."