A big tease and a bigger cheat turns out to be one wild fuck.
It was quite a surprise when Amanda called me; much more surprising to find that she was drunk and stranded. She needed a ride home. Now maybe I’m a pushover and I need to be more assertive, but it’s just not in me to leave an old friend deserted in any downtown area in the middle of the night—even if downtown is a half-hour away, it’s the middle of the night, I have work in a few hours and the person I’m picking up is a manipulative, over-bearing prude of an ex-girlfriend.
“Stay there, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
I explain the situation to my girlfriend as I get out of bed and start to get dressed. She isn’t happy about it, but she knows that there is no lingering interest in my mind for Amanda. I get in the car and get on the highway.
She’s much drunker than I thought, and much thinner than I remember, though her breasts haven’t suffered, she certainly isn’t bothering to hide them anymore. The dress she is wearing is low-cut and supportive; they’re practically bursting out of her blouse. My cock twitches in spite of myself.
She stumbles towards the car from the curb and struggles momentarily before hauling herself into the backseat of my girlfriend’s Taurus. Shutting the door she falls over sideways on the seat, her dress hiking high up her thigh and her breasts barely contained by her bra.
“Thank you…..soooo much,” she manages to slur.
“No problem,” I say shortly, “Buckle up.”
“Yeshur,” she says, with a half-hearted attempt to give an ironic salute from her position lying in the back seat, legs strewn hither and thither around the passenger door. She sits up and one of her dress shoulder straps fall revealing a black lace bra. She reaches for the seat belt over her shoulder, spreading her legs as she did so. I forced myself to turn and look back through the front windshield and signal to merge back onto Fourth St., but not before I was brought to half-mast by my momentary pondering whether or not she shaves these days.
“You know you were the best boyfriend I ever had,” she said as I pull out on the freeway.
Don’t care, is what I thought, “Mmm-hmm” is what I said.
“I would give anything to have you back.”
“The only thing you’re ever going to get from me sweetheart is fucked in the ass,” it was meant as an insult, to shut her up.
“Ok,” was what she said.
From the back seat I hear her shifting around a few seconds later a pair of panties hit the rearview mirror.
“This ass?” she asks, I glance in the mirror and she has unbuckled, pulled her dress up over her ass and bent over the back seat so that I can see her asshole between her spread cheeks and the tuft of brown hair between her legs that was her pussy. And in that instant I could smell how wet and hot she was. I became rock hard.
“Sit down!” I said loudly.
She ran her hand up and down between her crack.
“Sit down and buckle up!” I said firmly.
“Fine!” she said.
She sat down and buckled up. But I could still smell her pussy. She had always been a wet one, and soon after she sat down I could smell her wetness as it seeped through her dress, ran down her crack and soaked her asshole. My hand instinctively pressed my crotch.
Finally we get to her apartment. She gets out and slams the door, I watch her—admittedly almost hoping for another slip of the skirt—telling myself that it’s because I want to make sure she gets inside. Ironically enough this is a reasonable worry. She stood at the door for some minutes before beginning to bend and look around the door and in the bushes along the path.
I turned off the engine, locked the doors and walked up to her.
“Do you have your keys?”
“YES!” she said vehemently.
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know!”
“Then you don’t have them, do you?”
“Fuck you,” she said evenly.
I walked back to the car and looked in the back, they weren’t there. No keys on the path, along the path, next to the door, or, as far as I could see, in the bushes.
I walked back up to her, she was leaning against the door for support by now.
“Do you have a spare set?”
“Where is it?”
In response she promptly leaned over and vomited on my left shoe. I grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from falling, but she promptly went limp.
Sighing to myself I prop her against the wall and start looking for the spare set. After searching for some time I come up empty handed. Hoping silently to myself that she has reliably found her own apartment I break a hole in a window large enough to get the latch, climb inside and open the door. Five minutes later I drop her on her bed and she wakes up, she needs to vomit again. I lead her to the bathroom and she pukes in the toilet.
She rinses her mouth and I lead her back to her bedroom. I decide to stay a few minutes to make sure she doesn’t need to puke again and start unconsciously checking for signs of a boyfriend in her room.
Looking back at the bed my cock goes rigid again. Lying on her stomach, her legs spread apart, her pussy was perfectly visible. God she was wet, she’d only been lying like that for a minute or two and already there was a wet patch growing from her crotch. There was a splotch on the ass of her dress and her crack was glistening with the wetness of her pussy.
Knowing that she was completely passed out and egged on by her challenge in the backseat of the car I sat at the edge of the bed and carefully lifted her dress to see her crotch more clearly.
I could feel a wet spot of my own in my pants when I saw how wet her pussy was. It was drenched; I could see her juices literally dripping off her clitoris and onto the bed sheet. I noticed that hadn’t shaved and it made me want even more to bury my face into her snatch. Hers was the kind of pussy that just the right amount of fuzz makes it look naughty.
Abandoning all pretense I took two fingers and slid them slowly into her pussy, glorying in the feel of her warm tightness. She moaned softly in her doze and I could feel her pushing her ass instinctively toward me. Emboldened I added a third finger and rubbed her G-spot slowly. When I felt her shudder with the pleasure I pulled my fingers out and then rammed them home. The resultant orgasm sent her cum spurting around my fingers and up my forearm, wetting the inside of her spread thighs and enlargening the damp patch of bed spread beneath her crotch.
I retracted my fingers and leaned over her, worried that she might be waking up. When I was assured that she was still out cold, I went over to the nightstand and unplugged her phone from the wall. Taking the cord I gently but firmly tied her hands together and then to the bedpost. If she was going to cheat on me with a womanizing bastard, then I was going to take what I never got out of our relationship.
I walked around the bed and grabbed her ankles pulling her legs diagonally across the bed, and stretching her arms taut against her bonds. I took off my shirt and propped her up on her knees so that her face was in the pillow, ass in the air and legs spread wide. I took a moment to drink in the sight of her tied up like this, her back arched, thighs open, pussy dripping wet and ass spread wide and vulnerable. I reveled for a moment in the ecstasy of what was to come, something denied me for so long.
I leaned forward and, starting with her crotch, took my tongue and ran it slowly and firmly from the clit up into her pussy, pausing to savor her hot, wet, taste, and then up over her taint to her asshole. There I stopped gently licking around her brown hole, enjoying the salty, sweaty scent of her ass, and enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks pressing against my face. Pulling my face up I spit on her asshole and watched it drip down to her pussy where it joined her cum and began dripping slowly from her cunt. Completely giving myself over I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, shoving my face between them and thrust my tongue as deep into her ass as it would go. I wanted to devour it, eat her asshole until there was no more. I could hear her moaning again. It seemed she was enjoying this. Fine with me. It’s time to find out what a real slut she was.
I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, hoping vaguely that it might wake her up, but mostly for the simple pleasure of hearing the sound of her ass being spanked while my tongue was inside her. I bent down further to taste her pussy again, plunging my tongue between her lips, my nose between her ass-cheeks, the smell of her asshole mixed with my saliva making me hungrier. I buried my face into her crotch, giving myself to the sweaty, salty, heavy taste of her pussy and the smell of saliva on her crack.
She was moaning heavier now and I felt her hips bobbing against my face, fucking my tongue with her pussy. Pulling back I watched her ass straining backwards, yearning to orgasm again. Her pussy was now flowing freely with her cum and my spit, her entire crack shining with wetness. I spit again on her ass and watched it slide faster now over her asshole, onto her pussy, and then onto the sheet. I put my hand under her crotch and caught some of her warm cum on my hand, wetting it. I then stood and smacked her ass hard. I heard her moan a little. I spanked her again. She gasped and murmured something that sounded like “Yes.”
I wanted deeply to take my pants off and shove my cock inside her, but I decided that was to wait until she woke up, and in the meantime I would enjoy her body as she enjoyed her lover’s while benefiting from being supported by me. I left her there on the bed and went to the kitchen, cock rock hard.
Searching aimlessly through the kitchen I found an empty beer bottle. I returned to the room and searched her drawers for some lube. What I found was fairly astonishing: in a drawer in the bed stand were three dildos, a strap on, what looked like a half-gallon of oil and an anal plug with a horse tail. I looked from her to the dildos and back again. She was REALLY holding back with me. I grabbed the oil and shut the drawer.
First I lubed her ass inside and out, damn it her asshole was tight, my cock pulsed at the thought of brutally fucking her asshole. I then thoroughly covered the beer bottle, neck to base. I spent several seconds just rubbing her brown spot with the bottle’s mouth and then began to push it farther and farther in. Soon the entire neck was in her ass. She was now breathing heavily, I began to fuck her with the bottle harder. I spanked her hard and she gasped. I shoved the bottle up her shit-hole hard, as far as it would go and her cunt spasmed, sending come spraying over my lap. Her head lifted off the pillow and she groaned in pleasure.
Turning around she looked at me then at the bottle buried in her ass. I smiled.