A slutty Sam

Tucker was expecting a lot of things when going over to Sam's house. He'd been there dozens of times over the years since they'd been friends and he had a good lay of the land, and Sam.

So he wasn't prepared for when Sam opened the door because she wasn't wearing anything like normal. A microskirt so tiny it was probably from when she was like 12, a bra with nothing over it, what was clearly a dog collar, high heels he didn't think she could even get on much less walk in, and heavy whorish make up that was as slutty as it was not-Sam.

"TUCK!" She cried and glomped his arm, rubbing her breasts onto him. Not that he minded. "Come in, come in. Hey...I may have misled you a bit on the phone." She admitted and pulled him inside.

Something must have possessed him, as he couldn't help but *SMACK* her ass and keep his hand there, ready to talk it all right. But after jumping Sam just looked at him with bedroom eyes and giggled like a vapid whore she'd normally make fun of.

In her room she sat him on her bed, and then sat on his lap. "So I'm really sorry about that. But you see me and Danny had a sweet little talk and he agreed to distract my parents. Because I think we need a long, hard, talk." He blinked and tried to figure out what she meant, but she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Remember when we went swimming last month? I saw your dick and...I'd like to see it again."

He paused before realizing, he'd said women would fall in love when they saw his dick! She was in love! Without any other work to! His cock throbbed at the realization and Sam seemed to feel it as she giggled again when it did.