Booty Calls

So the Pretty Brunette broke up with me, which was fine. I was never exclusive with her anyway. Legs For Days kept me on speed dial though. She needed my dick more frequently than when I was dating her cousin.

We never went out so there was no confusion that we we were now dating. But there were some weeks, we fucked three separate times. After one particularly sweaty session as we both lay glistening in her bed, she asked, “Why don’t we ever fuck at your place? Your dick is good enough where I would drive to you for it.”

“I have roommates and I don’t want to keep them up with our loud fucking. I’m very considerate like that.” I responded.

“Are your roommates your wife and kids?” She asked.

I laughed, “No. Just a couple bros.”

“Maybe you can set me up? Are they my type?” She teased.

“No. Your family would approve of them.”

“My family approves of you,” she countered. “My mom still can’t believe my cousin broke up with you.”

“If she knew the context, I’m sure she wouldn’t approve if we started dating.” I didn’t like where this conversation was going. She was getting a little too attached. She was a good lay, but no way was I going to wrap myself in the drama that would ensue if we dated.

I had to start ignoring a few of her late night booty calls. Leaving her to one good fucking a week. Hopefully she would get the point. One night after I ignored her text, I got a call from her Pretty Brunette cousin. I hadn’t spoken to her since she yelled that she was never going to talk to me again.

I answered, “Hey what’s up?”

Pretty Brunette slurred, “I’m drunk. And I need you to come pick me up.”

“You have a dozen people that would pick you up. Why are you calling me?” I asked.

She answered, “You know why.”

So I picked her up from the bar. She refused to talk to me in the car. She scanned the radio stations while ignoring my attempts at conversation.

We barely made it into her apartment, when she dropped down and started unzipping my pants. I had to close the door while she pulled my dick out of my boxer. She vigorously sucked my cock with the intended purpose of getting me hard, and not giving me pleasure.

Once hard she, stood up and hurried to her bedroom. I followed her. She was scrambling through her bedside table, tossing shit on the floor mumbling, “Where the fuck is it?”

Finally she raised a gold foiled condom into the air, “Thank god I didn’t throw them all away. They haven’t fit any of the guys I’ve been with since you.” She tossed me the condom. I caught it and then turned her around, bending her over the bed.

I pulled down her pants and underwear at the same time. She lifted her legs to kick them off her ankles. I ran a finger between her slit making sure she was wet. Then I grabbed her hips, pulled her back to me, and guided my dick into her.

She cried out, “Oh fuck! Oh my god. Fuck. Mmmm. I’ve missed this feeling. You make me full. Ahhhh yes.”

I fuck her from behind asking, “You missed this big dick?”

She moaned, “Yes. I’ve fucked so many guys since we broke up, and no one has been even close.”

It was such a turn on: fucking her while she praised how big my dick was. I gave it to her a little harder and asked, “Did you become a little slut?”

“Your dick made me a slut,” she panted. “You made me love sex so much. But no one could make me come the way you did.”

We never left that position that night. I railed her from behind until I came. After I pulled out, I gave her ass cheek a good hard smack. I told her she should buy some more of the XXL condoms so we can do it again in the future.