Why pass up the opportunity?

Something in the back of my mind is telling me I should say no to Kelly, or at least that I have a good reason to; but I’m incredibly horny, and even if I’ve never crushed on her, I’ve fantasized many times about fucking her. If there’s any reason to turn her down, I can’t think of it, and my prick is screaming “Yes!”

“Sure,” I say, turning the engine off. “I’ll be happy to help.”

“Good,” Kelly says eagerly, a hungry smile on her face. We get out of the car and I follow her to her front door.

When we get up to her room, she gestures for me to go in first. It’s a large bedroom with lavender walls and white trim. To my surprise, there’s not a lot here: a mission-style double bed in some light-colored wood with matching nightstand and dresser, a desk, and a butterfly chair. The wall holds a couple of Kelly’s paintings and a mirror opposite the foot of her bed. I hear the click of the door behind me, then Kelly purrs, “You know what I want, don’t you, stud?”

I hear the sound of fabric slithering to the floor. Her skirt is puddled around her feet; as I finish turning to face her, I see her shrugging her blouse off her shoulders to join her skirt. The naked lust on her face is unmistakable. “Yeah, I know what you want, Kelly. You want my cock filling your pussy to bursting and pounding you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week. You want to get fucked until you see stars and cum until you can barely breathe. You want a man who can satisfy you—for a change.”

“My,” she murmurs with a lustful smirk, “you have grown up, Andrew. You never had that kind of self-confidence before.”

“I’ve eaten a lot of pussies this year,” I tell her, “and fucked a good many of them, and I’ve never yet had a complaint, or left a woman unsatisfied.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge,” Kelly purrs. “How do you want to fuck me first, sexy?”