Carl picked me up at about 11 pm that night. I was wearing my sexy clothes underneath some jeans and a loose fitting top. My parents were sleeping and I left them a note that I went to a friend’s house and I wouldn’t be back until some time tomorrow.
My heart was pounding as I ran out the door and to Carl’s car. He was looking at me really intensely and we kissed passionately when I got in the car. When we stopped kissing he looked at me again and took a deep breath because he was so turned on. I imagined what he was thinking, that he couldn’t wait to finally fuck me. I couldn’t wait either.
I already had a plan when we got to the room. I told him to get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed while I got ready. I took off my top and jeans. I had a red and black halter-top corset with a matching thong, thigh high black fishnet stockings, and 5-inch red fuck me pumps. I refreshed my make up and brushed my hair. I looked hot!
I came out taking my time walking towards him. He eyes were glued to me. “Fuuuuck,” he said as I sauntered over to him.
I stood about three feet from Carl and put my hands on my head and bent my knees slightly and started to swivel my hips around and around. I bit my lower lip with our eyes locking for a second and then watching him fixate his sights on my body. My sexy body. My sultry body. My fuckable body.
I turned around, gyrating my hips, showing him my ass. Around. Around. Around. I let out a small moan, “Ohhhhh.” I bent over slightly pushing my ass out at him. Swiveling. Swaying. Gyrating. Then I bent all the way down grabbing my ankles and shaking my ass back and forth at him.
“Daaaamn,” he said and I giggled.
I stood up and turned around. I took my hand and pulled my left tit out of my halter-top and then took my right tit out. I pushed them together and bent forward. Then I stood up and bounced them up and down over and over. This really drove him crazy.
“Hoooly fuuuuck,’ he said. I laughed. His cock was twitching at this point. Then I did something that sent him over the edge. I took my right tit in both hands and pushed it up and lowered my head and licked my own nipple. He couldn’t take any more.
Carl stood, picked me up and threw me on the bed. Yes that’s it, Carl! Take me! Devour me! I thought to myself.
I loved that I made him lose control and he couldn’t stand it any more. He got on top of me kissing my mouth and neck and rubbing my tits. I reached down and took his cock in my hand rubbing it up and down. It was hard and hot. Throbbing in my hand.
Carl pulled off my top and yanked off my thong. He was about to bury his face between my legs and eat me out but I pulled him up. I shook my head no. He looked at me puzzled.
“I want your cock in my pussy and I want it now,” I said.
Yes I wanted it. I wanted Carl’s cock inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me. Good ol’ Carl. My boyfriend’s best friend. The boyfriend I just broke up with. The one that threw a lamp at me.
Carl was above me. There I was lying on my back with nothing on but my 5-inch fuck me pumps and my thigh high black fishnet stockings. I was such a naughty girl. The head of Carl's cock was pressing against my wet, hot, tight pussy. I bit my lower lip as Carl pushed into me. Spreading me open. Feeling his cock penetrating my pussy. This was it. You’re fucking me now, Carl. Deeper. Mmmm. Deeper. Yes. Deeper. Fuck me. Feeling him open me up. Stretching me. Carl’s cock deep inside my pussy.
“Ohhh, fuuuck!” I yelled as Carl pushed his cock all the way into my pussy. I looked up at him seeing his total passion and lust for me. It drove me wild knowing he desired me so much. I was so wet, I couldn't stop moaning, breathing heavily, swirling my hips and squeezing Carl's cock with my pussy.
Every time I had sex before this was with a guy I was dating and there was always a courtship with holding hands, dancing, dinner, sweet words, a first kiss and a sexual progression. This was the first time it was just for sex. Raw. Lustful. Roar!
“Fuck me, Carl,” I said. “Fuck my young pussy. Fuck me with your married cock,” I said.
“Yeah I’m going to fuck you,” Carl said. “Fuck that tight sweet young little pussy.”
"I wanted to fuck you from the first time I met you," Carl said thrusting his cock into me in between every word.
I knew it! I knew he wanted to fuck me from the first time he met me. And now he was fucking me. Carl’s hard, hot, throbbing cock was inside my sweet, wet tight young pussy.
“Fuuuckkk!” I screamed. My orgasm tore through my body. I started to tremble and shake and convulse on Carl’s cock. Oh, baby.
“Fuck yeah, cum on my cock,” he said. “Going to make you my little slut.”
What? What? What? I thought to myself. What did Carl just call me? Never, ever, ever in my life had any guy ever call me a slut.
“Make those big fucking titties of yours bounce as I slam you with my cock,” he said.
Mmmm yes make my big tits bounce, Carl. I know they drive you wild.
“I’m going to pump you so full of my cum,” he said. “Fill up that sweet young pussy of yours with my semen.”
“Yeeessss,” I moaned. “Give it to me. I want it. Pump it in my pussy.”
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s where it belongs. Out of my balls and inside you.”
He was right. That is where a man’s cum belongs. It belongs inside of me!
I wanted Carl’s cum inside me so badly. I love when a man shoots his cum inside of me. There is something so primal and raw being filled with semen. Sperm. Cum. And I wanted Carl's cum inside of me at that moment more than I ever wanted cum before.
“Give it to me. Give it to me,” I said thrusting back at him.
“Get it,” he said. “Come on, slut. Get it!”
“Fuck,” I said. “Fuck.” A slut! He called me a slut again. And he was right. That is what I was at that moment. Fucking my recently dumped ex-boyfriend’s best friend. His married best friend. Married to a woman that I hung out with for the last year. Within the last few hours I tit fucked him, sucked his cock and balls, swallowed his cum, was fucking his cock and cumming on it, and was begging him to pump his load in me. Yeah. Slut. Pretty much. And I loved it!
“Yes give it to me,” I said. “Give your little slut all your cum.” Oh my god. I said the word "slut" to describe myself and it felt so sexy and liberating. And when I did Carl began to fuck me even harder.
“Yeah take it, slut,” he said. “Fucking going to pound you good.” Carl was slamming my pussy so hard now. The whole bed was shaking and my big tits were bouncing up and down and up and down. I was moving my head from one side to another with my long hair whipping back and forth.
We both were going wild over each other. Fucking and thrusting. Slamming and panting. Then I could feel him begin to erupt. His body got tenser. His thrusting became more urgent. His orgasm was building. His face got redder. It was close. Closer. Closer. Yes, I thought. This is it.
“Ahhhh!” he screamed as I felt his cock shooting his cum inside of my pussy. Yes give it to me. Fill me up with it. Fill up your slut. Give me all of it. Every drop. All inside me. Deep in my pussy. That's where your cum belongs.