Garret stared, his eyes following a woman as she strode across the room, a friend strutting behind in her wake. The friend was cheap looking, with shoulder length bleached hair and dark brown roots an inch long, her skin a deep tan with an orangish tinge, her face caked in foundation a shade too dark and thick black eyeliner ringed her washed out blue eyes. She was wearing a thin shirt, her black bra showing through it, and a skirt that just barely covered her ass. Her shoes were four inch heels and he winced to himself just looking at them. She was stick thin, and looked as though she had starved herself for days. Urgh, he though examining her. But then his eyes were drawn to the first woman. She had long, wavy silvery hair that hung too her mid-back. She had skin the color of cream and a stunning figure. She wasn't starved, like her rail friend, and had large full breasts, a small waist, round curving hips and strong, shapely legs. She was small in stature, probably in the 5'3-5'5 range but seemed larger than life. Her face was beautiful, with cat-like emerald eyes flecked with gold, small but perfectly curved lips, and high cheek bones. She was wearing an olive green dress made out of floaty, light as air material, and flat golden sandals that laced up to her mid-calf. Stunning and effortless. Classy.
Examining her, he knew he had no chance. But he turned to the friend. She looked like, after a few drinks, she'd be pretty decent in bed. And the only reason he had come to the bar was to get laid. So he stood, and walked quickly over to the bar, where the pair had taken seats.
“Excuse me, can I buy you a drink?” He asked the trashy girl. She smiled in a way she obviously thought was seductive.
“Of course. A Cosmopolitan would be nice.” She replied in a high-pitched, falsely bubbly voice. The natural blonde smiled. She motioned for her friend to lean in so they could talk. After a few moments of inaudible conversation, the false blonde straightened up and smiled to Garret and her friend stood up and walked out. He blinked as one of the most stunning women he'd ever seen disappeared out the door.
“You can sit down if you'd like, I'm Trish.” The trashy girl said, bringing his attention back to her.
Half an hour, and many drinks later they were spilling out of the side of a cab, in front of a residential building in the city. Trish led him up to her apartment, and as soon as they were inside she was all over him.
“Ooh, I want you soo bad.” She moaned hoarsely, pushing her lips onto his. He was then guided back to a bedroom, where the lights were left on.
“Take off your pants.” Trish ordered, as she pulled off her own clothes.
“You got it.” Garret replied, lifting his shirt over his head, and unbuckling his belt and sliding his jeans and boxers to the floor. He was fully erect, his cock about 8 inches long. She was emotionless, and laid down on the bed, her legs spread open and the fake tan lines standing out clearly on her small and lumpy breasts. He climbed on top of her and without any hesitation shoved his full length inside her. She made no noise. This confused Garret so he started thrusting harder, faster, just to get her to make some sort of acknowledgment. And so, considering he wasn't getting anything out of the barbie on the bed he imagined her friend as he thrusted into Trish's pussy. The long silky hair. Thrust. The full, round breasts. Thrust. The smooth legs and curving hips. Thrust. Before he knew it, he was moaning, still no response from the inanimate girl. He soon came, thrusting his cock deep in once more, and filling Trish with his cum.
That's when he heard the door open. He was still inside the fake blonde's cunt when he turned his head and saw the woman from earlier. They were room-mates. Shit. He thought as he quickly slid out of Trish and leapt off the bed. The woman had already disappeared by the time he looked back at the door. Trish sat up and smiled, pushing her hair out of her face.
“That was fantastic. We've got to get together again sometime.” Then she passed out on the bed, bare, legs spread, with a stream of semen leaking out her slit. Garret blinked, and quickly redressed, exiting as fast as possible. He hadn't even been there fifteen minutes. Blargh
, he thought. That was a waste of time.
He suddenly wanted to splash some cold water on his face. So he tried the first door next to Trish's bedroom. A linen closet. The next was a study. And then in third he cracked open, the one he was confident would be a bathroom- was the girl, sitting on her bed, a Macbook open on her lap. She glanced up, eyebrows raised, her face illuminated by the light of the computer.
“ Oh hello. Were you looking for something?” She asked softly. He realized this was the first time he had heard her voice. It was a musical, and crisp sound.
“ Well actually I was just looking for a bathroom.” He replied, knowing he sounded like an idiot.
“ This apartment's odd. All the bathrooms are on-suite. So you can use mine.” She said and pointed to a door.
“ Oh thank you. And I'm Garret by the way.” He added awkwardly.
“ Nice to meet you Garret. I'm Adele. Sorry to have walked in on you and Trish earlier.” She said apologetically.
“ Not a problem. Nothing much too walk in on..”
She laughed. It was a tinkling sound, much like bells. “ Yea, Trish's other one night stands haven't had much luck with her either.”
“ I bet you're great in bed.” He blurted, his drunken stupor taking the best of him.
She blinked and examined him for a while before replying. “Do you want to find out..?”
He felt his jaw drop, and instantly his cock stirred. Adele shut the laptop and stood up, placing the computer on her desk before striding over to where he stood, shock still. She looked up at him, her golden flecked eyes glinting in the soft lighting of the bedroom. He noticed she was still wearing the dress from the bar. And then she was leaning up on the tips of her toes and kissing him. He responded passionately, his lips moving with hers, parting them, his tongue flicking over her mouth. She grabbed his hand, and pulled him over to the bed, breaking the kiss. He sat down on the mattress and she shook her hair out of her face as she knelt down between his legs. She unbuckled his belt, and slid down his pants and boxers for the second time that night.
He was harder than he'd been with Trish, his cock already sore, pre-cum dripping down the shaft. She grinned and took him in her hand, stroking up and down a few times before placing her beautiful lips on the tip. She moved her fingers to his heavy balls, squeezing them, rolling them in her hands. And then she enveloped his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, letting her tongue slide across long shaft. He moaned, his head rolling back, his fingers digging into the comforter. She continued to suck him, now moving her head in short thrusts. She slid off his cock and placed his balls in her mouth instead. Licking them, sucking on them. Her soft hands had started to stroke his shaft once more. His knuckles were turning white with the strain of not cumming. She placed her mouth once more around his dick and this time sucking in her cheeks as she bobbed. He couldn't take it anymore. He let out a guttural moan and he felt streams of cum shoot from his cock, filling her mouth. She swallowed it all, to his amazement, and once he was completely finished, she slid her mouth off the shaft and continued licking at the head of his now soft dick.
He let out a soft groan, it felt so damn good, and was soon hard as a rock once more. After achieving his erection she moved her mouth from his cock and pushed him back into a laying position on the bed, his dick sitting straight up. She stood and began undressing. He felt himself go even harder, if that was possible, at the sight of her stripping. She took the straps of her floaty dress and dropped them, causing the dress to fall down to her bare feet (she had already removed her sandals). She was left in lacy white underwear, her full tits bound tightly, and begging to be released. She slid out of the white panties and unclasped the bra, letting the clothes gather in a pile on the wood floor. Her naked figure was as gorgeous as her face. Her breasts had to be C-cups, and her pussy was sparsely covered in thin white blonde hair. She shook her hair once more, the sheet of silvery waves catching the light and seeming to glitter as it floated down her back.
She climbed on top of him, her thighs pressing against his hips, her pussy so close to his erection. She then slid down onto his hard cock, impaling herself on him. She moaned, throwing her head back, as she started to ride his dick. He reached up and squeezed her tits, pinching the hard nipples, fondling the soft flesh, relishing in the feeling of her tightness around his cock. She let out another moan. He loved the noise. It was music to his ears, something Trish had severely lacked. She bent down over him, still riding his cock, and pressed her lips to his, kissing him passionately. He felt a real spark there, something he hadn't felt often, if at all. It was a fire, and it kept eating at him, kept him wanting more of her. Wanting her in every way. She leaned back up and slammed down harder on his cock, her ass slapping against his balls, as she slid all the way up and then back down with as much force as she could muster. He was in ecstasy, and in no time it seemed like he was about to cum yet again. She was enjoying herself as much as he was, chewing her lip, letting out soft groans. And by the way she was moving, about to have her own orgasm. And there it was. A high scream of pleasure, her head thrown back once more, the sweat covering her body glistening in the light. She collapsed on top of him, but he wasn't done yet.
It was his turn to take the lead, and so he slid her off his still rock hard and throbbing erection, and climbed around her. She was on her hands and knees on the soft bed when he slammed into her from behind. She let out another scream and started rocking back and forth with his cock. She moaned every time he crushed into her, his balls slapping against her thighs with echoing claps of flesh on flesh. He groaned, and slapped her ass, leaving a white mark on the creamy skin. She moaned for him to thrust harder, and he instantly complied.
He felt himself getting close to his orgasm once more, and before he could even voice it ,his cock was shuddering and sending spurts of semen into her tight depths. The feeling of him cumming must have set her off because next he knew she was screaming, her pussy contracting around his dick.
And for the second time that night the door opened to a bedroom. There was Trish staring at them. Her dull blue eyes wide. He knew how it must look. Her room-mate and her one night stand fucking doggy style, Adele right in the middle of a screaming orgasm, and his expression elated. Well that expression didn't last long. Trish slammed the door closed, and he heard he march back to her room and slam that door closed. He slid out of Adele and she sat up, and they both looked at each other.
Then, at the exact same time they burst out laughing.
“ She's going to murder me in the morning.” Adele said, shaking her head.
“ You want to stay at my place until she cools off?” Garret said without thinking, but not regretting it.
“ Really? Well, yes. That'd be perfect.” She said, blinking, and then grinning. “Let me just get dressed.”
Garret smiled, and began redressing himself. He watched as she slid on a sports bra and panties, then a t-shirt that said 'Harvard', and a pair of striped pajama pants. She kicked on some moccasins that he recognized as Ugg. She threw a hair brush, makeup case, Blackberry, and a leave-in conditioner into a small canvas bag. And then she was ready. They left as quietly as possible, Garret's arm over her shoulders.
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