I’d been thinking about a hard, nasty fucking since I woke up. The vibrator orgasms didn’t satisfy this craving, it amplified it. Showering I couldn’t take my hands off my perfect tits. My fingers dipped into my pussy a dozen times until the ringing phone snapped me out of a good fantasy of a watery gang bang. My pussy was on fire, my clit throbbing when I saw the Caller I.D. was Eros.
Multi-orgasm-dick Eros. I’m not talking about his giving me multi-orgasms, cuz I can take care of that. I’m talking about him! He could come 5 times in an hour, big explosions. A Cock and Cum Slut loves that kind of man like a god!
I hadn’t fucked him yet, but his cock was legendary among my girlfriends. And he loved having it fluffed. He called and I missed it, but he sent a text message that everyone is meeting at Iron, the bar that has motorcycle night. I assumed my girlfriends already knew about this. Having a full day with my hair being cut and highlighted, I was out of touch until 7, then in a massage, and then home to dress.
I went through my closet until I found just the right mini-skirt. Boots up to my thighs. A tank top with a leather jacket.
Iron is out of control. Eros did a good job, drawing everyone out to Iron for this charity event. But my mind wasn’t on how to get flies off of poor little Jabaar in Brenda, it was on how to get off PERIOD. I wanted cock! A lot of the guys knew that my life was porn and I loved it. But these guys couldn’t keep a hard cock long enough, not with my tight pussy and talented mouth. I had my eyes on Eros and it wasn’t long before I talked him into a ride on his rice rocket.
We got the fuck out of there and took to the street. My pussy throbs wet when I’m scared, and he is nearly suicidal. I held on tight, all the way to when he pulled up in front of Cues Billiards. It was 1 a.m. by then, and the place was empty downstairs. The knew him there so he asked for the upstairs table room. We climb the stairs and I made sure he got a close long look at my ass as I was two steps ahead of him.
By the time we were racking balls, I could see him getting hard in his pants. The curtains for the room make this almost totally private, someone has to know to even come in this part of the upstairs. And with it so slow, we felt like we had the whole club to ourselves. Eros watched me bend over the table racking the balls.
My tits were spilling out of the tank top. When he broke the balls, a few went in. I watched him line up the shots, and teased him by putting my pussy right behind the pocket he was aiming for. By the third pocket, he said, ‘Angel baby, your hole is making this hard.” That’s all I had to hear. I walked to his side, and slid my hand over his throbbing cock and said, “Better?” “Yes and no.” He made the shot. As he walked around the table, I followed him. I let him line up the shot, then I got on my knees and said, “I’ll suck your cock dry if you can make this shot while I suck it.”
Eros laughed and lied saying this happens to him every time he plays. I had his cock hardening in my mouth by then and laughed. I made sure I was sucking him vigorously when he shot. This made him miss. “Damn it,” he said. The cue ball ended up in his area, luckily, and he set up another shot. By this time, he was rock hard and about to cum.
I kept on moving him, and then right when I figured he was ready to shoot, I shoved a finger up his ass and his moan was one second ahead of his missed show. “Bitch!” He picked me up in an instant and threw me down on my back, with my pussy aimed right at him. He ripped off my panties and I held his head down as he ate my muff.
God this is what I needed! Lying on my back, his tongue and fingers working my pussy and clit, I got off in a big orgasm in seconds. He flipped me over and dragged me to the side of the table. He rammed it in hard and fast. I yelped in pleasure and his thighs slapped my ass like a never ending hard spank.
He was ready to shoot so I said, “Let me know, I want it in my mouth, all of it.” He rammed a few more times, then spun me around and I dropped to my knees. Sure enough his beer can cum spray flooded my mouth with hot sweet cum. The tank top was white so what hit my chest was lost in the shirt. I knew he could go again, so I sucked him hard quickly and then pushed him down on the table.
I climbed on his cock and started riding it. I was moaning a bit too much, and before long I saw the night crew found us, and was peering in from the curtains. This just got me hotter. I was riding up and down and could hear him getting ready to cum again, so I hopped off and caught all the cum in my hand.
He was still convulsing when I grabbed the pool cue and lubricated the thick end with the cum. I jumped back on his cock and told him, “Shove it up my ass, I want two!” I leaned forward and he slid it into my wet ass, working it in slowly as I leaned over. The two of them in me was enough to make me orgasm almost immediately. “I can feel it hitting my cock,” he moaned. I got into a rhythm, and in about 5 minutes, he got close to cumming.
By this time, I wanted more than one cock. The pool cue was discarded on the floor. He started to laugh. “Tomorrow some loser is going to wonder why his right hand smells like shit.” I slapped him playfully.
But now I was warmed up with cock in both holes. I saw that two of the guys working were jerking off, and had nice sized cocks. So I motioned them over, and then bent over the pool table, so that my mouth was free to suck cock. Eros drilled me from behind while I put one cock then the other into my mouth.
I don’t know how long they fucked me like this, changing places, but I had so many orgasms that I couldn’t walk or even stand up. I was totally and thoroughly fucked and sucked out! The workers left and then Eros helped me to his rice rocket. I could barely stay on it, my thigh muscles were aching and weak. He dropped me off, and I walked into my apartment. After a shower, during which my knees buckled and I sat on the floor for some of it, I hit the bed. My body was nothing but one pulsing sex machine … and I know, this is what I live for.