Comfortably Numb (closed)

That finger in my bum made my abdominal muscles clench in shock, immediately squeezing down tightly around it. I’d never actually had anything in my back door before and it was an odd feeling. Not bad, just new. It took me a while to get used to it but the stimulation to my clit at the same time certainly helped.
 
My free hand found a firm grip on her ass while I buried my face in her crotch, licking and nibbling and finger-banging away at her. I had no intention of stopping anytime soon. I wanted to feel her whole body shake and quiver with her orgasm. I wanted to taste it all over my face.
 
He didn’t have to wait long.

I quivered against his face as my second orgasm of the night struck me full-blast, no holds barred. I spasmed and whined, moaning and groaning as he swallowed everything I had to give.

The second finger in my butt was a surprise, but it was gone just as quickly as it entered and Tommy had a devilish expression on.

My eyes were glazed as I looked down at him, crooning that finger again.

I needed him inside me once more.
 
I was only too happy to oblige. I pushed her back on the kitchen table and climbed up to join her. My cock was rock hard and ready to ravage her.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” I growled, showing her my hand, her copious juices all over my fingers, and I brought them up to her face as I mounted her, spreading those juices across her lips and then pushing my fingers into her mouth just as the head of my dick pressed against her cunt lips. She started sucking my fingers as I pushed inside her, my cock throbbing in pleasure as I felt her tight little pussy open up for me, inch by delirious inch.
 
My pussy really does taste good. I’ve cleaned my toys and fingers off more times than I can count but the flavour is really something else coming from Tommy and I wonder what it will taste like to achieve the full effect directly from his mouth, so I lean up and kiss him again while enjoying the way one strong thrust impales me completely on him.
 
We kissed deeply and hungrily, our tongues swarming over each other in lust as I thrust into her hard on the kitchen table. It wasn’t the most comfortable surface to screw on, that much was certain, but it was kinky as fuck to do it right there!

I drove into her hard, over and over, loving the way she moaned and cried out with each thrust of my cock. Her pussy was so wet and so hot.

I started hearing the creaking of wood as I pounded into her, and too late, I realized the table wasn’t quite built for this level of physical activity. “Oh shit,” I said, but it was too late, as the two legs gave out behind us and that side of the table came down to the floor, and us with it!
 
For a minute we were silent, but the both of us were laughing hysterically when we finally settled, my weight held down into the shards of wood with him on top of me buried to the root. I did feel bad (only a little) that his table was broken but that was overshadowed by the humour of the whole thing.
 
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We had to laugh at the whole thing; it was pretty hilarious, really. I didn’t give a fuck about that old table, anyway. Me and the ex had had too many fights sitting across it, so this was really a fitting way for it to die. I’d clean that mess up in the morning.

I pulled my dick out of her and stood up, and found her hands and helped her to her feet.

“I think that calls for another drink,” I said, picking up our glasses, and the pipe and weed, off the floor and setting them on the counter next to the bottles of booze. “And another puff.” I glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was just after two AM. I mixed up some more rum and pineapple, stronger this time, and loaded some fresh weed into the pipe. I took a hit and then handed her the pipe, blowing the smoke out in a stream before taking a sip off my drink.
 
It was easier this time, though I didn’t know if we really needed to load up on any more mind altering substances.

Still, I said nothing and just took the pipe obediently after downing about half my drink, surreptitiously glancing at the still very stiff poke between his thighs which was absolutely shining with moisture from my cunt.

“I think that sounds like a good plan.”
 
I watched as she took the pipe and was able to light it up herself this time, getting a good hit off it, before handing it back to me. “Good girl,” I said, taking another sip.

“Now finish your drink and get down on your knees.”
 
His tone was utterly demanding.

It soaked me immediately and the response bubbles up before I could do anything to stop it.

“Yes Sir,” I said as I knelt in front of him on my heels. His cock waved proudly in front of my face but I made no move to reach for it until he gave me the go ahead.
 
She did exactly as she was told, even responding with a throaty “Yes, Sir” which caused my cock to throb right in front of her face. It was in that moment I realized just how much of a submissive girl Lynn was. My mind raced. I had always fantasized about having just such a sub at my feet, and now it was reality. The possibilities played out in my head as I looked down upon her obedient, sexy body. I felt the weight of it all upon my shoulders. With great power comes great responsibility

Was I ready for this? I didn’t know. I’d probably screw it all up. I was drunk and high enough to push, though. I’d already fucked her. What was the worst that could happen?

“Suck my dick, bitch.”
 
The derogatory name threw me for a loop but it did not turn me off - as a matter of fact, it made goosebumps rise on my skin in excitement.

Leaning forward, I curled one hand around his shaft and met the head of it with my lips. It parted my lips and the taste of the precum coated my tongue in a burst of flavour. Of course I loved to suck dick so I wanted to drag this along as long as I possibly could, tongue sliding up one of the juicy veins tracing the length of it and felt the blood flow bounding underneath the tip of my tongue, moaning happily at that. Slowly bobbing my head, more and more of his cock slid deep into my throat before I pulled back and dipped my tongue into the slit and dived back down eagerly.

I had a few tricks in the bag but I’d leave him wanting for a bit longer.
 
“Oh, fuck, yes...” I groaned as she went to work obediently sucking my stiff cock in and out of her mouth, licking and kissing it up and down. She felt amazing. I could very easily get used to this...

No. I had to stop that train of thought straight away. No way was I jumping into another relationship. This was just a hookup, nothing more than two people enjoying each other for a night.

I watched as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth, impressively taking my full length down her throat without gagging. My dick throbbed in her mouth. It felt so fucking good. “That’s it, babydoll,” I growled.
 
That low rumble did wonders to my nethers. There was something about looking at Tommy as I slurped his dick down my throat in a messy blowjob, his eyes on mine intently. I gobbled it down like my favourite treat, head bobbing and throat working around him to swallow him impossibly deeper. A few times I choked but always recovered quickly, diving back in for more.
 
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Lynn seemed to genuinely enjoy sucking my dick, and she was definitely very good at it. It was rare for me to find someone who could take it all like she was so expertly doing. The sounds of her gagging turned me on even more.

I ran my fingers through her long dark hair, gathering her locks behind her head so I could watch unimpeded as my cock slid past her full lips. I gave her hair a playful squeeze, before gently tugging her head back off my cock, letting her suck hard on me until my dick popped out of her mouth.

“You look so fucking good sucking my dick,” I told her. She was breathing heavy. I grabbed my cock at the base and gave her cheek a playful slap with it, rubbing her saliva across her face, before directing her head a bit further south. “I think my balls need some attention, too.”
 
I felt like a true cockhound, loving the way I had an excuse to cover every single inch of it in my saliva.

When he directed me to his balls I was more than happy to press my nose in between the base of his shaft and the heavy round orbs and press a kiss to them while I inhaled his unique musky scent. These balls of his were precious and I planned to worship them, first starting with small kitten licks across the front of them and finally sucking one into my mouth while I rolled the other against my palm. I already knew these lovely nuts were home to lots of sperm and I wanted it all.
 
“Fuck, that’s good, Lynn,” I groaned, leaning back against the counter so I wouldn’t lose my balance! “My wife would never do that for me,” I said. I needed this so badly. A good long night of fuckery.

I grabbed my beer off the counter and took a drink as she serviced me, watching her intently. She really was amazing. So eager to please. It had often been a struggle to get the wife to even seem interested, and she had tended to be on the passive side. She was a lazy fuck.

Lynn, however, was very much in the moment. I fucking loved it.

“We’re gonna have to do this again sometime,” I found myself saying, before I could stop the words from coming out of my mouth. Lynn seemed to grow even more enthusiastic at that remark.
 
I felt awkward when he mentioned that bitch, acerbic reply bubbling up on my tongue but swallowed back down again with his shaft in my throat. She wasn’t good enough for him. He’d never think about her again when I was done leaving my mark on him. The only woman he would want would be me.

When he spoke about doing this again, I knew that I’d left the impression I wanted. Doubling my speed and smiling around him, my blue eyes glittered up at him with happiness as I watched him watch me sucking him off. It had only taken forever, but Tommy was finally mine.
 
Those beautiful blue eyes stared lovingly up at me, and I couldn’t help but adore this woman as she hungrily sucked my dick. I couldn’t help but wonder how my life might have turned out so much differently if I had gone for her instead of my ex.

I grasped her long dark hair at the back of her head, and eased her off my cock. She gazed up at me expectantly. Our eyes locked.

“I need to fuck you, Lynn.”
 
This time my smile was not masked by his dick.

Allowing him to pull me up and off, I straddled his lap on the couch and reached down to grasp his slippery stick, lowering myself purposefully so that the head breached my wetness. I paused there, thigh muscles contracting.

“Then fuck me Tommy.”
 
She promptly, eagerly mounted me on the sofa, directing my the head of my cock inside her dripping cunt, and I did exactly what she requested. My hands gripped her hips tightly and I pulled her down on me, and at the same time thrust myself up into her, fully burying my throbbing rod within her hot pussy.

We fucked for hours. There was no stopping us. Our bodies moved together perfectly. She came all over my dick time and again, and she let me blast my seed all over her tits, and then later all over her ass, before we passed out together in my bed, in a sweaty, sticky, satisfied mess.

It felt so good to hold her as we lay there, exhausted. I let myself enjoy the moment, well aware it wouldn’t last.
 
I was almost scared to fall asleep in his arms but five orgasms later my eyes were too heavy and with my face pressed against his shoulder and my thigh rucked up over his hips, I felt the deep haze of sleep claim me. Nothing had ever felt better and I was certain this was where I was meant to be, but only time would tell in the morning if Tommy believed that too. Our sex had been phenomenal, better than any I’d ever had so far even without considering how biased I was towards him. No man had been able to play my body half as well as he had.

But when I woke to a cold bed the reality sunk in. Everything last night had only been a momentary distraction for Tommy - he wasn’t over that stupid cunt and I was dumber still for believing that he’d be all in with me after only one night. It seems I still had some work to do, but I could respect that. Tommy was worth everything, and I was well aware of the phrase “nothing good comes easy.”

Padding down the hall in search of him wrapped in only a thin sheet, I could hear the shower running.

Pulling open the curtain and stepping inside, I pressed my body up against Tommy and searched out his lips with my mouth, raised on my tiptoes.

“Good morning baby. How did you sleep?”
 
When I woke up that morning, with Lynn still in my arms, I panicked. I wasn’t ready for this. She was too good for me. I didn’t deserve this at all. I eased my arm out from underneath her, praying I didn’t wake her, and silently slipped out of the bed, making my way down the hall to the bathroom to shower and wash it all away.

I stood under the hot water, letting it wash the sweat and sex away. I wasn’t sure what to do. Lynn was amazing. I fucking wanted more of her. A lot more. But I knew I’d only hurt her in the end. I’d fuck something up, somehow. My ex never ceased to remind me of that.

I didn’t hear her come into the bathroom, but I nearly jumped when Lynn threw open the shower curtain and joined me inside. God was she sexy. It would have been too easy to just melt into her warm embrace. Her body felt amazing as she pressed into me, seeking out a kiss. I gave her a short peck on the lips, before reluctantly stepping back.

“Uhm, okay,” I said. “Just wrapping up in here. Shower’s all yours.” I pulled the curtain aside and stepped out, grabbing a towel and quickly drying myself a bit before wrapping it around my waist and leaving her there in the shower.

I got myself dressed for the day, just jeans and a tee shirt, and then fixed a pot of coffee. I turned on the stove and put a pan on, and tossed in some butter and a few sausage links. I cracked a few eggs into the pan. Salt, pepper. Nothing fancy. The least I could do was feed her, right?
 
That stung.

Standing there under the spray, I processed what had just happened. Blinking in shock a few times, I was motionless as the wheels turned and turned and turned. Tommy had rejected me. He regretted last night. He was pushing me away.

I was hurt but I was also angry. I thought he’d had more respect for me, but clearly I was wrong. We had been friends first. Now we were nothing. I’d ruined everything. Had he seen how eager I was? How much I cared for him? Was he running scared from this girl who was clearly obsessed with him?

I choked back a sob and stepped out of the shower uncaring of the water I tracked across the floor. Grabbing a towel and drying haphazardly, I turned the tap off and headed back down the hall to grab my belongings and dress quickly. He ignored me as I passed while he stood at the stove and made breakfast but I was so upset by this point it didn’t matter to me.

It was barely two minutes later I was dressed with my hand on the doorknob.

“Thanks for nothing, asshole,” I muttered. Then, raising my voice, I said, “glad I could entertain you for one night. I don’t know why I bothered — have a good one Tommy, but don’t fucking call me.”

With that, I left.

The door slammed behind me and anything he may have said (or not) was lost in the wake of the solid wood crashing into the doorframe.
 
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