drunken slut fantasy
This is the fantasy Blink and I had last night while he fucked me.
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I went to a gay bar to pick up guys. I'd never done that before. It was terrifying. It turns out it's easier though, if you're drunk and acting slutty. I allowed myself to giggle and cling to this body builder type guy, (so very hot, in tight jeans and a shirt with no sleeves) who was focused on talking about himself to the group he was with. (Those shoulders. I could have watched him all night.) It turned out he has a personal trainer and he does "crowd management" for his job. I think that means he's a bouncer, but it sounds fancier. He wasn't huge or anything, he didn't have those kind of bulging muscles that look like they're about to pop, but he still made me look tiny in comparison.
I laughed at his jokes and randomly touched him, on the arm, the side, until it was clear that he didn't mind a bit, and I inched my way closer as he told funny bar stories until I was leaning against him, our hips together. He put his arm around me as if to hold up an injured friend.
He turned away from the other men he'd been chatting with and leaned in to speak softly in my ear. "What's your name?"
"Jamie."
"Why don't you finish up your drink, Jamie, so we can get out of here?"
We ended up at my place (he insisted it was closer, but maybe he just didn't want me to know where he lives. Or maybe he's married) and we snuck quietly into my bedroom. He forcefully stripped me, pinned me down and unzipped his pants one-handed to push his cock into my mouth. I eagerly sucked and lapped at it, feeling exposed and helpless, until he pulled away to undress himself. He put his arms on either side of me and hovered over me, and pressed our cocks together to make me buck upward and groan, shuddering.
He reached a hand down to stroke me all over, then fingered my ass, slick with lube and way too tight. I squirmed and bent my head back, and twisted around as if to try and get free, but god, too much, don't stop. He sucked my neck and used his free hand to squeeze and pull my cock. Too much sensation, trying to be quiet but oh god, stop. I whispered urgently "Don't - my roommate. Unh! He'll hear..."
He just grinned and kept going. "You want him to hear don't you?"
I shook my head and kept my eyes shut, trying to keep myself under control. It seemed for a moment like he was obeying me. He pulled away and all I could feel was air on my skin, his eyes on me, and my cock twitching with need. But when I felt him again, he was pressing his cock against my ass, trying to gain entrance, and being just as forceful as before. It was too much. He pinned me down by my wrists and thrust once, hard, and then he was inside. "Ah!"
I bit my lip and listened for any movement outside the room. But he just kept going. Oh god, so good, so much. I moaned and tried to hold his hips still with my hands. "Ssh. He'll hear."
"You'd love it. You want him to catch us." He ignored me shaking my head. "He's hot isn't he? You think about him when you jerk off."
I couldn't say no to that, because it was true. I lamely muttered, "well, sort of..."
"Maybe you want me to be the bad guy. He'll burst in here to rescue you, and you'll tell him how I was raping you."
Oh fuck. So hot. I twisted my hips and tried to work myself harder onto his cock. I gasped and thrust upward desperately.
"You'll watch him beat me, and then you'll fall into his arms and cry for him, and he'll hold you like a good dear friend, and you'll rub against him and hump him like a dog, and he'll let you because you've been through so much, you poor thing..."
I couldn't help it. I was going to come. He pistoned into me harder and bit my neck and jaw and shoulder.
"You want that? You want me to rape you, put on a show for your boyfriend? You want him to find you bleeding?"
He slapped my face and held both my wrists above my head with one hand. He hit my chest and bit me as I thrashed around under him and frantically whimpered and moaned. He grabbed my cock and jerked me off and pounded into my ass until I came, hot, onto my own chest. He lost his rhythm and grunted as he came right after me. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. I opened my eyes and watched his panting, satisfied face.
My roommate was standing in the doorway.
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I went to a gay bar to pick up guys. I'd never done that before. It was terrifying. It turns out it's easier though, if you're drunk and acting slutty. I allowed myself to giggle and cling to this body builder type guy, (so very hot, in tight jeans and a shirt with no sleeves) who was focused on talking about himself to the group he was with. (Those shoulders. I could have watched him all night.) It turned out he has a personal trainer and he does "crowd management" for his job. I think that means he's a bouncer, but it sounds fancier. He wasn't huge or anything, he didn't have those kind of bulging muscles that look like they're about to pop, but he still made me look tiny in comparison.
I laughed at his jokes and randomly touched him, on the arm, the side, until it was clear that he didn't mind a bit, and I inched my way closer as he told funny bar stories until I was leaning against him, our hips together. He put his arm around me as if to hold up an injured friend.
He turned away from the other men he'd been chatting with and leaned in to speak softly in my ear. "What's your name?"
"Jamie."
"Why don't you finish up your drink, Jamie, so we can get out of here?"
We ended up at my place (he insisted it was closer, but maybe he just didn't want me to know where he lives. Or maybe he's married) and we snuck quietly into my bedroom. He forcefully stripped me, pinned me down and unzipped his pants one-handed to push his cock into my mouth. I eagerly sucked and lapped at it, feeling exposed and helpless, until he pulled away to undress himself. He put his arms on either side of me and hovered over me, and pressed our cocks together to make me buck upward and groan, shuddering.
He reached a hand down to stroke me all over, then fingered my ass, slick with lube and way too tight. I squirmed and bent my head back, and twisted around as if to try and get free, but god, too much, don't stop. He sucked my neck and used his free hand to squeeze and pull my cock. Too much sensation, trying to be quiet but oh god, stop. I whispered urgently "Don't - my roommate. Unh! He'll hear..."
He just grinned and kept going. "You want him to hear don't you?"
I shook my head and kept my eyes shut, trying to keep myself under control. It seemed for a moment like he was obeying me. He pulled away and all I could feel was air on my skin, his eyes on me, and my cock twitching with need. But when I felt him again, he was pressing his cock against my ass, trying to gain entrance, and being just as forceful as before. It was too much. He pinned me down by my wrists and thrust once, hard, and then he was inside. "Ah!"
I bit my lip and listened for any movement outside the room. But he just kept going. Oh god, so good, so much. I moaned and tried to hold his hips still with my hands. "Ssh. He'll hear."
"You'd love it. You want him to catch us." He ignored me shaking my head. "He's hot isn't he? You think about him when you jerk off."
I couldn't say no to that, because it was true. I lamely muttered, "well, sort of..."
"Maybe you want me to be the bad guy. He'll burst in here to rescue you, and you'll tell him how I was raping you."
Oh fuck. So hot. I twisted my hips and tried to work myself harder onto his cock. I gasped and thrust upward desperately.
"You'll watch him beat me, and then you'll fall into his arms and cry for him, and he'll hold you like a good dear friend, and you'll rub against him and hump him like a dog, and he'll let you because you've been through so much, you poor thing..."
I couldn't help it. I was going to come. He pistoned into me harder and bit my neck and jaw and shoulder.
"You want that? You want me to rape you, put on a show for your boyfriend? You want him to find you bleeding?"
He slapped my face and held both my wrists above my head with one hand. He hit my chest and bit me as I thrashed around under him and frantically whimpered and moaned. He grabbed my cock and jerked me off and pounded into my ass until I came, hot, onto my own chest. He lost his rhythm and grunted as he came right after me. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. I opened my eyes and watched his panting, satisfied face.
My roommate was standing in the doorway.