It was 2:30 in the morning and I just finished partying out late with my three girlfriends. There I was climbing the stairs to Shane's apartment for my random late night booty call, again. I couldn't resist fucking him whenever I could get away with it. I was dating a guy named Carlos and he was a great guy and all, but he just couldn't satisfy my urge for sex the same way Shane could. He had a traveling job, so he was away quite a bit which worked out great for me, because whenever he was away, I went straight to Shane. Shane's cock was so big and black that I was addicted to it like drugs.
A few of my former friends thought it was awful that I went behind Carlos back and saw Shane. I heard things through the grapevine, "skank" and "tramp" to name just a few. It didn't matter anymore. It really used to upset me, but then it just stopped bothering me. His dick was worth it, at least at the time I thought it was. All I could think of was sitting on that big fat dick of his every time I got the chance. It was so bad that I even thought about him while Carlos and I were having sex. While I was in bed with him, I thought of Shane. Even while I went down on Carlos, I closed my eyes and thought of Shane. I wasn't crazy; I was just hopelessly in love with his cock. The more I was with him, the more I wanted him.
Shane and I could never actually date though. I knew that as soon as I wasn't around, he would be fucking someone else. In fact, twice I caught him with other girls. One time I drove up to his building, and before I even got out of my car, a blonde was walking down the walkway from his apartment. Another time, two girls were walking out of his doorway. Those two times, I didn't bother calling him ahead of time, I just showed up, so I stopped doing that. I suppose I was only trying to ignore the obvious, and pretend that if I didn't see it happening, it wasn't. I was only fooling myself; I knew that Shane didn't care for me anymore than the next woman. It's no wonder why he fucked so many other girls. Once he had you, you were his. I became a slut for him, and anytime he wanted me, I was there. After time, my attitude changed and he became my maintenance-man, and I needed service from his cock regularly. My boyfriend Carlos was out of town that weekend, so it was time for some maintenance.
I knocked on his door and a moment later, there he was standing in the doorway in his boxers without a shirt on. He always took me for granted like that, but I didn't mind because that's what kept me going there. Why bother wearing clothes early in the morning when the second I came in, I'd tear them off of him anyway.
"Hey" he said.
"Hi" I replied. "I've been missing you!"
"I know it." He said confidently, stepping back and gesturing for me to enter.
I was wearing a skin tight club dress and pumps. When I went out with my friends, I wasn't really looking for another random guy. I was just trying to have a good time. I had a boyfriend who was good to me, and I had Shane. He and I were fucking before I met Carlos, so I guess that's what gave me sort of a clear conscience. I liked Carlos, but I could not give up Shane's cock for anything. As long as he'd have me, I would let him.
"Susan, it's been like, a week. I didn't think you could stay away that long!" He said arrogantly, closing the door behind him never so much as even noticing what I was wearing, or how hot I looked.
"Well, you are sure of yourself, aren't you?" I replied, lying to both of us knowing he was completely correct.
"Don't you think I could have any man I want tonight with this equipment?" I proudly announced holding my arms apart to openly display my figure to him.