The Little Slut

Info Adam Gunn
22 Nov. '19
The Little Slut

The Little Slut

by Adam Gunn

 

Melynda approached the post happy hour bar a few moments later than she'd intended, searching for the man. No one perked at her arrival although a couple of guys looked her over. She didn't mind the stares, not at all; in fact the wanton gazes excited her. One fellow, a bit older than she usually cared for, was reasonably good looking; if she was stood up, there was still the possibility of fun. When the bartender approached she commanded, "Peach wine spritzer."

Before the steward had the bottle of white uncorked a rather good looking gentleman walked past the hostess station. When he caught her eye she recognized him from the picture he’d sent her. "Mel?" he asked.

She returned, "Austin?" and held her hand out for the shake. It was warm, perhaps suggestive, but no one watching thought it was anything but professional. She liked him straight away. Tailored suit, cream shirt, double stripe tie. He was barely five and a half feet tall, not a problem since she herself without heels only measured five feet two. Dark eyes, roman nose, full lips, a dark cut of hair.

She was just as interesting to him. Adult Friend Finder had said she was in her mid thirties, a few years older than he, at first glance her age seemed fairly accurate. Lips glossy with a neutral shade, buttery blond hair falling around her face. Her high necked, sleeveless blouse was filled with her breasts. Black skirt, he didn't bother to look at the high heels she'd spent twenty minutes deciding to wear. A small bracelet, watch, an ankle bracelet. Of course he noticed the wedding band but the on-line ad had made her relationship obvious. In fact her openness regarding her marriage made her even more desirable, somehow.

"So," he started, "you live near here?" 

"Twenty minutes away. How often do you get to town?"

"Twice a month maybe. It depends. Sometimes I stay for a day or two, other times the whole week. It depends on business needs."

His voice seemed a bit high. Was it because he was skittish, or was it just normal? Of course she had no reason to feel nervous, she'd ridden this tilt-a-whirl dozens of times before. "How long will you be in town?"

"Just tonight. I've got to be in Cincinnati Thursday."

"That's too bad."

"But I'll be back next month," he promised.

The small talk was clumsy as two people meeting for the first time was wont to be, but nothing Melynda didn’t expect. After all, when you search for potential friends on the Internet you don't expect geniuses. Finally they hit upon a subject they were both familiar with, Mid American conference schools.

"Yeah, I graduated from Akron, business major. How about you?"

"Oh, I went to Ball State."

"Hey, I went over there for a basketball game. Spent the weekend, there were some hot babes over there!"

"Yeah, some hot guys too." The subject was discussed for a few minutes.

From the way he looked at her, how he stroked her arm in response to her touches, she knew he was interested in her package. And the dryness in her mouth, the heavy thumping of her heart, the little tremor she got in the crick of her neck let her know the game was on. 

"Are you married?" Melynda asked impulsively. 

"No."

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes," he divulged, figuring honesty might be the best policy. "We're not getting along too well, when I'm out of town I think she fucks around on me."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I'm jealous but sometimes it sort of turns me on."

"Have you talked about it with her? Asked her if she'd like to have a three-way?"

"Wouldn't that be weird?"

"Might be fun for both of you," she laughed. Switching topics to one much more germane she bent towards him and whispered, "Do you like to eat pussy?"

"Love it," he replied. 

She was watching for a rise in the tent of his pants, was heartened when she saw the evidence. "That's good, there's nothing I like better than having my pussy eaten."

"Nothing?" he teased.

"Well, I love fucking, too. When someone's real deep inside me, pounding away, yeah, I like that. And I adore it when a thick cream pie is left in there." In Austin's lap the fabric of his pants strained, she knew he was turned on. She leaned to him, her breasts surrounded his arm, she whispered into his ear, "Do you want to leave a big cream pie in me?"

"Yes," he wheezed.

"Let's go then." His hotel was just across the street, they jaywalked briskly, breezing through the sterile lobby, not caring if the check-in clerk noticed them. One man sitting at the bar was people watching, thought to himself, ‘Oh, she's gonna get laid!' The elevator ride was ticklish, each of them thinking of what was to come, a bit embarrassed at the situation. Austin fumbled with the key to his room, inserting the plastic and getting the red light a couple of times until finally, thankfully, the green glowed and they were in the room. As soon as the door was closed, she pressed him against the wall, put her lips against his. 

He had never had a woman quite as headstrong as this, he cooperated as best he could. Her mouth was open, her tongue searching for his, her hand was at his belt, unzipping the pants, disturbing the briefs as she searched for his penis. It was then she first discovered a lie of his, it wasn't the monster she'd seen in the photographs he'd sent her, it was at best normal sized. She wasn't disappointed, all men fib as if theirs was the greatest, the best. Melynda expected she'd have a good time with it nevertheless.

She retreated two paces, raised her arms and pulled the blouse over her head. He gazed at the more than ample breasts constrained only by translucent scraps of purple fabric, he could easily discern the tight nipples. And then the shoes were kicked off, the skirt was pulled from her waist, boy shorts disguised the object of his desire. She stepped back another two feet to the edge of the bed, he gazed at his woman for the night as she plucked the remaining snippet from her body. Her breasts were nearly round at the sides, a little flat in the front. Her mons had been shaved; or perhaps waxed? 

"Your turn," she demanded. At her command he disrobed, his shirt unbuttoned, the undershirt pulled over his head, the shoes untied, the pants kicked into a corner. She inspected him, saw he was relatively lean, the chest hairs dark and not too thick, the legs strong, the prick leaping from his body, the balls tight and globular, the shaft adorned with angry veins, the head peeping from the foreskin, scarlet with passion. It would certainly do for what she desired. 

She inspected the room, the bed, twin night stands, business desk with chair, wall unit with the television, and in a corner a stuffed chair and lamp. That was it!

He watched as she rearranged the corner, her ass was a bit short of roundness. She moved the armchair until it was a foot from the wall, then sat on top of the chair, her own back against the wall. "You promised to eat me," she reminded. He approached, she spread her limbs widely. As he bent to his task he gazed at the opening. The skin surrounding it was smooth, the first touch reminded him of silk, the lips hid the clit that must be there, the hole was dark and surprisingly small. With both hands he moved the skin, the shiny clit was exposed, the pussy now deep and waiting. The area was dry, he kneeled uncomfortably on the cushion, brought his lips to the area, licked the nib. He heard her breathe faster, felt the hand on the back of his skull pulling it forward. Slowly she responded, when he snuck a look he saw the concentration on her face, as he cupped a breast his wrist caught the pounding in her chest. At times she would shuffle her pussy lips to move his tongue into a better position, other times she’d tell him what she wanted. His fingers dipped inside the tunnel, after many minutes of labor it became wet with her juices. And just as he was beginning to tire he heard the sudden squeal of her voice. He let one finger take the task of rubbing the clit, with two fingers of the opposite hand he poked and prodded as she extended her orgasm. It seemed she would alternatively calm for a few seconds, then return to her out of body experience. It was obvious she knew her own body.

Eventually, her outbursts slowed, Austin pulled his fingers out of her cunt. "Wonderful," she complimented, "a great appetizer. Now, let's go!"

She pranced to the bed, laid down, motioning Austin to join her. Soon they were linked in an embrace, their lips meeting, her chest pressing into his torso. He felt her hand grab at his testicles, kneading them pleasantly, then she palmed the staff, finding it hard and ready. When she shifted and climbed over him he let his shoulders be pushed to the mattress. "Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked.

"Yes!"

Now with her hand she pointed the cock at her pussy, the tip touched the soft skin and she joked, "You're sure?"

"Absolutely!"

Laughing, she dropped quickly onto his iron prick, encircling it with her soft heat. Their pubic crests met, the head of the dick met the wall of her uterus. She smiled down at him, "You okay?"

"I'm wonderful," he admitted.

"If you're going to come let me know." She began slow movements of her hips, up and down, circular. Melynda touched herself down there, her fingers brought her back to the blessed peak. Austin watched her, played with a tit, felt the skin of her stomach, held her waist. The friction on his wand seemed magical and he realized he was close to coming. Quickly he turned his thoughts to which ball games were being played that night, forced himself to relax. 

Melynda seemingly didn't notice his predicament, she continued to grind, continued to climax. He watched her screw him, watched her eyes flutter, her breasts wriggle, her mouth open in heavy breaths and groans. She was on a roll now, using him, and since he hadn't had real sex in a couple of weeks it was almost impossible for the mental games to halt his own reaction. "I'm going to come," he cried.

"Okay," she acknowledged, and she paused her movements. "Breathe," she commanded, "deeply." He obeyed, was a bit surprised when the gulp of fresh air seemed to refresh his gonads. Thirty seconds passed, the crisis was over, when she saw him recover she returned to her movements. She was in control, and as soon as she dipped a hand to her clit and scraped it with a finger nail she returned to her state of elation. Again he watched, almost as a detached onlooker, as if his solid prick was a separate piece, but again after only three or four minutes he cried he was close. She reacted by stopping all motion, waiting for him to relax. When she realized he was off the cliff again, she dismounted, laid beside him. They kissed, he fondled her breasts, tugged at her nipple. 

"That's nice," she breathed, and when he placed a hand between her legs she let him toy with her cunt, regaining her sense of vitality. He enjoyed the power she seemingly had to come instantaneously. He felt the glossy interior, she raised her ass from the sheet to give him more leverage. At last Austin decided she'd had enough, rose to his feet, pulled her up and over, she pointed her ass at him.

One push, he was inside again, this time he was controlling the pace, the depth, slamming his dick deep inside her. When he was getting there he slowed, surprisingly she urged him, "Don't stop! Fuck me!" He obeyed, saying only, "I'm going to give it to you!" and when he heard, "Yeah, go ahead, come inside me!" he did. A tremendous spurt surged from his hole into hers, she felt it, pushed back, tightened her vaginal muscles. He stopped to relish the tingle, started again for two more jets, stopped again, rose onto his tip toes and for nearly a minute completed his orgasm. He realized this woman made him come harder than his girlfriend ever had, perhaps the best of his life. 

She relaxed only when he staggered away from her, crumpling onto her stomach, dipping a finger to dab her drenched twat, enjoying the sensation of the milky liquid dripping from her onto the mattress. He dropped beside her, they found humor in the setting, enormous laughs rang through the room, a passerby in the hall wondered what was so funny. The time had come for a break, both padded to the bathroom, he used a washcloth to rinse his well used rod, she let the battleground between her legs alone, relishing the burn of her freshly fucked cunt. When both were back in position on the bed, bottles of icy water in their hands, they talked.

"Man, you're great," he complimented.

"Thanks! You're good too."

"I'm not the first guy to tell you that, right?"

"I've got my admirers."

"How many?" he pried.

"Enough. No, I take that back, there's never enough. You feel the same way too, don't you? I mean, if you could find another willing girl right now you'd bang her, wouldn't you?"

"Not right now, I don't think I could go another round."

“But how about tomorrow night. Suppose the vixen of your dreams walked into your hotel tomorrow night? You'd take her, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I would. But I'd be happier if it was you."

"Oh, that's sweet. So, when you get back home and you're fucking your girlfriend, are you going to think of me?"

"She's going to be so sore!" More laughter. "Can I ask a question?"

Hands began roaming the various bodies, as you would pet a cat. "Sure."

"A woman like you, you can have your pick of guys I suppose. Why me?"

"You'd be surprised, I've gone months without finding a guy to fuck me. But when we were chatting online you were kind of charming. So I decided to meet you and see what happened."

"And your husband doesn't mind?"

"It turns him on, thinking about me fucking you right now. He knew I had a high sex drive when we got married, we met at a swing club. Sometimes he lets me go have fun like tonight, other times he's there with me, watching me, maybe taking videos or pictures. Would you mind if he watched us?"

"I don't know. Probably not. Would you put the pictures on the Internet?"

"If you don't mind. There's lots of pictures of me out there," she laughed.

There was a bit more cuddling, kissing, sincere compliments, then looking at the bedside clock Melynda announced, "I've got to go." She started pulling her underwear back on her body, hiding the erogenous zones from his view, yanked the rest of her clothing on. 

"Can I see you again?"

"I'd love to. Next time you're in town, let me know." Another kiss, "No, don't get dressed, I can find the way to my car by myself." She was out the door, into the elevator. Passing the bar, the man who'd seen her earlier with Austin caught a whiff of her, thought, 'That's a freshly fucked woman.”

As soon as Melynda reached the safety of her car she started texting.

>I'm coming home. 

Almost immediately, she got the return.

>>have a good time

>Great. He was good. Got a cream pie for you.

>>you little slut

>Yes I am. And proud of it!

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