It's a Saturday night, and I'm running around my apartment trying to get ready for my date with Troy, my new boyfriend. Things are going really well, his calm and rational behavior a nice detour from the passionate, unsustainable fuck fest that was my last relationship. Troy is vanilla, but a girl needs vanilla every once in a while. He opens doors, slowly hits each base before slipping off my panties, and it's usually pretty nice.
I'm wearing a loose, flowing dress whose thin fabric clings to the supple curves of my body as if painted on in certain places. It's strapless, but the dark blue fabric covers my perky chest nicely, contrasting against my pale skin and drawing the eye to a hint of my busty cleavage. The skirt flutters against my bare thighs teasingly, and a little black thong covers my smooth shaven lips beneath. Long, dark brown curls spill over my shoulders, the thick locks teasing at bare skin.
I'm debating what shoes would be most sensible for the night when I hear my apartment door unlock and swing open. By the time I get over the initial freeze of surprise and cross my bedroom, the door has already shut and lock again.
"Adam?" I'm standing in the doorway of my bedroom, a look of surprise and anger taking to my porcelain features, my bright green eyes almost darkening in irritation. I find myself crossing both arms beneath my chest in a defensive stance, waiting for one hell of an explanation as I do finally recall having lent him a key once when we were still dating months ago.
"Oh c'mon Nat, didn't you miss me?" There's a cocky confidence in his voice, and a lopsided grin skews his handsome features in a way that threatens to weaken my knees. He's several shades darker than I, a natural tan from a summer winding down, with a shock of dirty blonde hair that only accentuates his lazy surfer-boy stance. He's wearing jeans that precariously cling to the slant of his hip bones and even from here I can notice a bulge in his jeans that brings color to my cheeks. A black tshirt holds closely to his sculpted, muscular frame and I find myself too flustered to ask all the right questions.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I manage hotly, my irritation not entirely convincing. Already I find myself embarrassed by his affect on me.
"Well I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by." his simple words implied well enough on their own but were still coupled with the shifting weight of his gaze unabashedly roaming my figure.
"I have a boyfriend." I point out immediately, feeling a twinge of guilt at the thought.
"That's never stopped us before." an edge of laughter traces his words that only inflames my cheeks more. Who the fuck does he think he is? "C'mon," he adjusts his growing bulge pointedly and my eyes flicker down to the swell in his jeans. I find my mouth watering and my lower lips aching for attention in response. I try to snap back out of the fanfuckingtastic memories of our sex but I'm too late, he's already undoing his jeans and pulling them down to reveal the outline of his cock over black boxer briefs. "Wouldn't want your new boyfriend to get here and see you sucking my cock. Might as well get it over with." There was a sultry, low rumble to Adam's voice at the sound of his suggestion, and all it takes is him easing his cock out of the boxer briefs for me to reconsider.
Adam's cock had always been my favorite. Thicker than anything I'd ever had and long enough to give pause. I still remember how the skin feels against my tongue and it's smooth as could be, throbbing and warm. The thoughts lead me away and obediently I fall to my knees before my ex. He won't leave without something, and I know Troy will be here to pick me up for my date sometime within the hour. If I get this over with, he'll have to leave.
I react as if in a trance, my will completely subject to Adam's hand at the back of my head, guiding me closer. One hand wraps around the thick base of his cock while my little pink tongue laps at the head, gathering a bead of precum. I trace my lips with the soft, broad head of his cock before they part to take it into my warm mouth. The instantaneous release of groans and sighs lets me know I'm doing good as I take to sucking Adam's cock with little resistance. It's embarrassing how much I missed a real cock and how willing I am for a taste of it. Convincing myself that this is the furthest I'm willing to go, I continue working his cock in my mouth, my warm tongue gliding along it's sides while I relax my throat to bring it deeper and deeper in.
I get into this more than I should, loving the hisses of caught breath and the pressure of a guiding hand at the back of my head. Adam begins to fuck my mouth and I hold still, letting his hips thrust his cock further and further until it won't go deeper, my lips struggling to contain it and my tongue greedily licking the sides.
He pulls out abruptly, leaving me with saliva running down my pouty, swollen lips as I look up to him, confused. "C'mon Natalie, bedroom." He pulls me up by the arm, and I find myself following his guidance until I'm on my back in my own bed. "I have a boyfriend." I repeat stupidly, my voice soft and inconsequential as Adam loses the shirt and moves atop my body, spreading my legs with his mere presence. He only smirks, planting one arm down at my side and leaning over me. "Tell me his cock makes you cum like mine does." The low rumble of his words in my ear is a mantra that I can't let go of, and I lay quietly as he reaches to pull down the loose top of my dress, exposing my heavy breasts and hard, pink nipples. He bends to trace my nipples with his lips in an excruciatingly teasing manner that I remember well, barely latching on with his warm mouth and sucking at them before moving to the next.
My head falls back into the pillow behind me as one of his hands snakes up my dress, his touch leaving trails of fire in his wake. His large hand deftly skews aside my thong before he guides two fingers up and down my pulsating lips. "There's my good little slut," his words are hot in my ears as his fingers slide between my lips, penetrating me one by one. "dripping wet for my cock." I'm ashamed and aroused at the same time, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger and lust. The presence of his fingers leaves me and my eyes flicker open to see where they've gone only to see him guiding the head of his cock to my drenched little pussy lips. "Wait, wear a condom!" I protest in a hushed, surprised whisper but he only smirks and brings the thick head of his cock to my lips, coating it in my juices in a manner that makes my thighs tremble. "C'mon Nat, we both know this is my pussy." Adam points out stubbornly, and he wins as he pushes inside of me, his warm thickness immediately rendering me speechless it feels so good. "See? Someone's missed a real cock." There's ego and cockiness in his voice that grinds my nerves but I can't protest, not while he's beginning to slowly slide in and out, picking up the pace soon enough so that he's pounding my little pussy that's way out of shape for his huge cock.
I lose myself to being his fucktoy now. My cheek falls against the pillow, my eyes turned away in shame of how much I like my ex forcing himself on me. One of his hands finds my neck and he applies a firm pressure there, gently constricting my airway as he moves to more of a sitting up position. His eyes greedily look down to his prize, and I can only imagine how I look. My heavy breasts are out of my dress, bouncing with each thrust, my cheeks red and my face turned aside but skewed in pleasure, my thighs spread eagerly and my little pussy wet enough to drip all down my legs and onto my sheets as his thick cock pierced me again and again. I'd never been penetrated more deeply than now, Adam's cock seemed to be getting to places I hadn't even felt before and before long I felt heat blossom in the pit of my stomach. My thighs had been trembling for ages now with electric pulses of sensation, and I knew an orgasm was slowly building. I can't orgasm I plead with myself, I can't get pleasure out of this.
"He'll be here soon," I realize choking out my breathless words as Adam takes his hand from my neck and sinks down to lay atop me again. "And I'll send you on your way with my cum dripping down your thighs." His words were a promise laced with a growl that I knew better than to deny. At the idea of being filled with his cum sent me over the edge and a trail of moans part my lips without my permission, cries of ecstasy echoing the tense contractions of my pussy.
Adam always loved having me cum over his cock, my pussy tensing over him and squeezing, milking him for every last drop. As if on cue he began to thrust faster, really pounding my red lips until the telltale hints of an orgasm took over his figure, his legs straightening, his cock pulsing inside of me as I feel warmth fill me up to the brim with his sticky cum.
My body is limp now as I lay beneath him, catching my breath as my pussy tingles, overridden with sensation and pleasure. In the relative silence of our hasty breaths I hear a loud knock on my front door and I know he's already here. Adam only slides his heavy, still thick cock out of my pussy, followed by a gush of his cum that seeps out as I move to right my wet panties. I pull my dress up over my breasts while Adam moves around the room dressing in silence. As soon as I move to stand I feel cum drip into my panties and I know I shouldn't like it as much as I do. Adam shoots me a knowing smirk as the knock is heard again, and he gestures for me to walk out of the room. "Don't worry, I'll lock up." he assures me with a wink that I can't muster a response to. I try to smooth my tousled hair as I slip into a pair of shoes and head for the door, Adam's creampie dripping down my thighs and my little pussy pulsing in the wake of my own orgasm.
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