"But girlfriends share everything!" she exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes.
"Keri, not
boyfriends!"
Keri was the wild woman of our friends group. I was the laid
back non-judgmental type, therefore I was lucky enough to hear all the torrid
particulars of her escapades. She confessed every small detail to me, out of
earshot of our other friends. I was
supposed to listen supportively or even be slightly titillated by her revelations. I was
often aroused by her admissions but tried hard to seem disinterested. The truth was that I loved her stories and
secretly longed to be the one who was completely uninhibited. It wasn’t that I was a prude or anything like
that, I had my fun, but it was nothing like what Keri experienced. Lately every time we were together she would
bring up this new boyfriend she was dating.
She called him The Fucker more often then she used his name. Out with our girlfriends
she and I would wander off to the bathroom or up to the bar together and she
would say something like “Damn I can barely walk.” To which I was supposed to
feign concern and ask, “Why Keri? What happened?” Then she would begin telling me about the
previous night’s session with The Fucker.
He didn't get his nickname because he was a bad guy or anything but instead, she swore that he was
the best fuck she ever had, and Keri had a lot of fucks.
“So last night we came to pick me up,” she began “and as soon
as I got into the car he reached across the seat
and gripped my mound in his palm and said, ' I couldn’t stop thinking about your
pussy all day. I don’t want to wait, I
need you here.' And I…”
I interrupted, “Wait, didn't he pick you up at
work?”
Keri nodded proudly at me, grinning. I arched my brow and urged her storytelling forward with a raise of my chin.
Keri nodded proudly at me, grinning. I arched my brow and urged her storytelling forward with a raise of my chin.
“So the
feeling of his hand cupping me there, though the fabric of my pants... I swear I
could feel his calluses, it made me instantly needy and...”
I interrupted again “When aren’t you horny? I
swear!”
She continued “Good point. So we both started looking around, and the only think I could come up
with is the stairwell of the parking garage.”
I interrupted again “Ew Keri, they
smell like piss!”
She clarified for me, “No no, this one is nice, carpeted and stuff, it has doors
to the main building on each floor. It
has potted plants and you have to use a key
card for each floor. Anyhow, so in we went,
opting to just utilize the steps right at the ground floor where he picked me
up. In no time my pants were around my ankles, I was bent forward up the
steps and he was behind me with one hand on the railing, drilling me deep. His rhythm was speeding up and was doing
that dipping thing with his hips and his dick was going up tapping my
insides, right in that spot! I was thinking, I am going to explode and make a puddle
on this carpet… then, the door opened.”
I nodded.
As Keri rambled I was thinking about The Fucker and his
amazing cock hitting me right up in The Spot.
Keri paused for a second and looked into my face. No doubt she could read my expression perfectly. Then she continued on with her story.
“I started to raise up and tried to glance back at who had just come in but The Fucker grabbed my ponytail
and said, 'no, I am not done'. He just
kept fucking me, now even deeper and harder like he liked being watched! I heard a male voice clear his throat behind me and The Fucker thrust
even harder before telling the guy, 'one sec bro'. I hated when he talked like
that but shit he fucked so well that I forgave him. So I feel his body tremble and then, I swear, it felt
like his dick grew an inch inside me. He let go of my pony tail, but at this point I didn’t want to
look who it was, I was, like out of my body or something, and he slides his palm
across my ass cheek and rests his thumb on my asshole, I felt a gob of spit
dribble down my crack and...”
“Geezus Keri, it could have been your boss or whatever!” my
eyes widened but my panties dampened thinking about getting bred like a bitch in
public view.
Keri just smirked at me, “So he pushes his thumb into my ass and I feel him twist his
hand so that his thumb is rubbing his dick as he thrusts. That’s it, I erupt and juices pour down my
leg. I can’t help but start making
noises as I cum and ... “
“Noooo Keri, not the grunting, not the pig noises!” I exclaimed laughing.
She smiled and took a sip of her cocktail before going on
with the story. I could see she was
enjoying drawing this out and "bothering" me.
“Well, they aren’t exactly like, pig noises, I told you that’s just what one
guy said. Anyhow, The Fucker started swearing, that's when I know he is close, he said 'You fucking cum gobbling slut,
goddamn, your cunt is going to…' and he was practically yelling when he said 'turn
around and eat my load!' And I spun around, still in my work blouse but my
pants were wet around my ankles and locked my lips onto his dick, slurped down a thick hot load. At the exact moment I felt the first spray of jizz, my eyes looked up to see the guy who works at the smoothie shop in lobby of the building. I get a smoothie from him practically every day! “
She continued "And The Fucker empties in my mouth and I
open wide and show him the cum on my tongue.”
“What the hell Keri?! The smoothie guy is watching and you
decide now is the perfect time to pull out the porno moves?”
Keri laughed at me and said “Girl, every time is the perfect
time to pull out the porno moves!”
She went back to sipping her drink and turned her
body away from me and rested her elbow on the bar. I stepped back, wrinkled my forehead and I
shook my head at her, but she wasn't looking at me anymore. I disn't want to ask but I was dying to know what happened next. I was quiet for about five minutes then I gave up, leaned toward her and said, “I am going to pee.” Once I was out of earshot I said "Tease."
I was wet with need. I was horny as hell and was thinking about being fucked deep while the smoothie guy watched. Once in the stall I fingered my pussy and rubbed my throbbing clit. In passing I thought I can’t remember the last time I came. The orgasm came quickly but brought little relief. I needed a Fucker in my life.
I was wet with need. I was horny as hell and was thinking about being fucked deep while the smoothie guy watched. Once in the stall I fingered my pussy and rubbed my throbbing clit. In passing I thought I can’t remember the last time I came. The orgasm came quickly but brought little relief. I needed a Fucker in my life.
I stepped out of the stall to find Keri leaning on the bathroom wall
waiting for me. I thought, oh god, what
did she hear? Her arms were crossed and she was smiling, “So, how bout it? Do you want to help me fuck him?”
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