SHANNON:
The little bedroom was wrecked, and so were the slick sweat covered bodies that were in an unceremonious heap on the small futon. Clothes belonging to two strangers were strewn about the room. My bra was draped haphazardly over a cheap blue lava lamp. My yoga pants had been wedged between the mattress and wall, right below a black light Pink Floyd poster. I looked around the room at the other pieces of stoner objet d'art and giggled to myself.
"What?" asked the cute naked stranger next to me, pulling me out of my post sexual haze.
I looked at him confused "hmmm?"
He laughed. His perfectly straight teeth went into a sexy grin. He propped his face on one hand and slid the other through his floppy brown curls. "What were you laughing at gorgeous?"
This guy was definitely adorable. What was his name again? Michael, Mike, Mitchell...?
"Oh nothing really, just thinking that pothead decor was pretty predictable." I chuckled and shrugged my shoulder.
Smirking, he cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really now?"
"Really." I countered. "If I go in the bathroom there will be some sort of mythical themed incense burner next to a Bob Marley poster, and if I looked in your clothes drawers I will find an old dirty hacky sack in Jamaican colors."
"Hey now princess! You know you really shouldn't go around stereotyping people." He said, getting mock annoyed. "For your information, I keep my disc golf equipment in my dresser drawer. My Marley poster is in the kitchen, and as for my three headed dragon burner, well that shit is just plain bad ass.
I couldn't help but giggle at his confession to my accusations. I bent over and pressed my swollen lips against his in a quick kiss.
"Besides." He continued. "I didn't hear you judging my taste level when you were smoking my weed." He reached over and slid his hand slowly down my back, caressing my rounded plump ass. Trailing his fingers downward, he found my warm wet freshly used pussy. "And I certainly didn't hear you mention it when my tongue was eating this sweet cunt of yours." He whispered in my ear. My body bucked back to get more of the delicious friction.
"Oh fuck." I moaned into the pillow below me.
"See, and then you were way too busy being pleasured by having my cock shoved up your tight puss."
I couldn't help but moan "Mmm...god, that feels so so good, please keep finger fucking my naughty little hole."
"God what a fucking slut." He took his other hand and started rubbing his growing cock. "I wanna use your pussy again and you're gonna let me, whore." He pulled his fingers out of my body and got up on his knees.
Soon my body was face down and my jiggly butt was arched up in the air. I could feel his hard-on poised and ready. The tip of it was getting covered in all my girly juices.
"Oh god yes." I hissed as I felt him slam into me with one quick thrust. I could feel is muscled thighs slapping against my own.
"So...fucking...tight." He growled as he wildly pumped in and out of me. His hands grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Mmm yeah you like it like this don't you."
"Yesssss, oh hell yes." I held on to the edge of the pillow, letting him take whatever he wanted.
I could feel our mutual need come on fast and strong as we both cried out in satisfaction. I could feel his cock pull out and spray sticky hot cum all over my backside. My own orgasm ripped through me violently.
What the fuck was his name?
After what seemed like forever we both found our breaths and were able to sit up and share an already half smoked Marlboro. Afterwards I got up and started to collect my things. Even though we both could probably go another round, I knew I had a schedule to maintain.
I freed my pants, and pulled them on, while he found his boxers. I stuffed my breast back into my bra, and pulled my loose fitting tank back over my head and found my sneakers. I ran my fingers through my long thick hair and try to make myself presentable. I turn around to give him a smile.
"Well thank you for all the fun, it was amazing." I gave him a peck on the cheek.
As he walked me toward the door he asked the question they always ask. "So am I going to see you again?"
I shrugged. "We discussed this before we met, and we agreed it would be a one time thing."
He rub the back of his head and smiled a little sheepishly "Well you can't blame a guy for asking." He nodded his head downwards and his eyes drifted to my side. "Are you not coming back because you didn't like it, or does it have to do with that ring on your finger."
My hands quickly come together as I twisted the diamond studded gold band, and I mentally cursed myself. I usually remembered to remove it before I hooked up with anyone.
"Does your husband know you go around and fuck strange men you've met online."
"No and I intend to keep it that way."
He breathed a heavy sigh. "The guy sure is lucky."
I swallowed my contempt for that statement. If my husband was lucky, he didn't show it. Couldn't keep his dick up and was too embarrassed to talk to the doctor about it. Even if we got around to having sex, it had to be fast and quick so he wouldn't lose his erection. It was always over before it began. I was always left frustrated and confused and somewhere along the way ended up looking for strangers to fill the void.
