Walk of Shame

Walk of Shame

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

An early morning walk home wearing the smile of a girl that knew how to live but no knickers...

Summary

An early morning walk home wearing the smile of a girl that knew how to live but no knickers...

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Submitted: March 11, 2016

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Submitted: March 11, 2016

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The people in the queue of cars stuck in traffic look at me with that knowing look. Hussy! Well, not all of them, some look at me with jealousy... Staying out all night like a cat & walking home in the dress I went out in. And some of them I guess wish they were the one last night that made me this stumbling wreck. Christ I could hardly walk and my ripped pants were in my pocket. I know. Don’t judge. I think a girl has to live. You know?  

On the dancefloor our lips locked together. It was frantic. We were fucking with our clothes on. Everyone could see the lust bitten tension between us as I writhed down his body. Curls damp with exertion. We left the club about 4am.

He’d ripped my knickers off before we got in the taxi. I’d sat in the little pull down seat, back to the driver and had my legs open. He was hard, rubbed his stiffness through the fabric of his jeans. At the front door I fumbled with his belt, unbuttoned and the largest prick I’d ever seen twanged free. He got the door unlocked and there in the hall, at the bottom of the stairs, his knee knocked my legs apart and he thrust hard and fast straight up between my legs.

Fuck it hurt, a burning rush, a rough thrusting ache. A shock fuck, stretching and hurting but making that wetness flood as he forced harder and harder. Pain as he filled me, nudging my cervix. I gasped, clawed his shoulder trying to prop against something, pull back slightly as he continued to pound his massive manhood in my now wet pussy.

I had to stop. It was too much.

He kissed my neck as I panted. Then span me around, held my breasts and slowly eased up inside me again, slower now; pulling my nipples as he started a slow rhythmic fuck. It was piercingly deep but the pain had melted to pleasure and as he dropped a hand to tease my clit I felt it come. A deep growl from within, an animal was rising in me and he skilfully teased her out, gently coaxing circles round my juicy nub.

And God. Fuck. YES! I was coming.

I moaned and I shook. And his hand left my breast, slapped my thigh, then covered my mouth as he fucked me deeper than I’d ever been fucked before as my pussy melted and my orgasm ebbed and flowed and ebbed and ‘Sweet Fucking Jesus’ he impaled me on his cock, and he grabbed my stinging buttocks and pumped, and pumped and filled me to the brim.

I didn’t stay longer, couldn’t take any more. So I walked home with a smile, an ache and his number as his spunk snaked a river down my thigh. 

 

 

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