It all started by the pool at my apartment complex. During the summer, there were lots of girls that hung out at by the pool. Most of them just tanned on the deck chairs. Sometimes they brought a beer cooler. Occasionally they would swim laps or just stand in the pool and cool off. I’m not a perv, but I do notice hot girls. The trick is to just catch a glance but not to stop and stare. That would be so awkward if they caught you staring!
One girl in particular caught my attention at the start of this summer. She was a bit taller than average – maybe 5’7″, thin and in great shape. She had cute little abs on a tanned tummy. She had sleek toned legs and a small perky ass. She had the prettiest oval face with long brown hair, long toned arms and perky little tits. Sometimes she wore a black bikini, but she usually wore a cute teal bikini. You could see half of her ass. You couldn’t really see much of her boobs because there wasn’t that much to see anyway but it was also kind of a tube top. I didn’t mind that at all. Most of my girlfriends had been small on top and I liked the thin girls with perky boobies. Basically, she was exactly my type.
She was also out of my league. I’m pretty average looking, not quite 6′ tall. I make a pretty good living working at an accounting firm, so I had that going for me. The first time I saw her, she was sitting on a deck chair, playing with her phone. She got up to leave the pool and I looked up at her as she walked past me. I was going to say “hi” but she kind of rolled her eyes at me and I decided not to.
The second time I saw her, it was kind of cold. She was laying on her tummy with her feet crossed and up in the air. I had a good view of her perky bikini covered butt. She had the cutest brown calves and, I’m not a foot guy, but she had long attractive toes and white bottoms of her feet except the balls and heels, which were a cute shade of pink. The contrast between the rest of her tan body was kind of sexy. Just to start a conversation, I asked from a few chairs away, “Is it too cold for this?”
She said, “I don’t know.” really dismissively so I decided not to say anything else.
The next time I saw her, she was obviously with a guy. He was one of those guys with huge muscles, tattoos and facial hair but no chest hair. Do these guys wax their chests? What is going on with these guys? Anyway, they were sitting on deck chairs talking. I laid down my head like I was sleeping. They got in the pool together. I was trying to steal some glances. It wasn’t often I got a good look at her toned sexy abs. The full body view was nice. They probably made out for 5 minutes. Then they got out of the pool, hand in hand, gathered up their stuff quickly and left the pool area. I imagined they went up to her apartment to have sex. Lucky guy. That was the first time I actually cared enough to jack off to her later that night in my bedroom.
I thought about her while I was jerking off for the next two weeks, but then I went back to porn. Pool season was pretty much over so I didn’t figure I’d see her for a while – and definitely not in a bikini. It didn’t much matter anyway. She was out of my league, had a boyfriend and had shut me down twice before I could hardly even say anything. I hadn’t thought about her much lately when I saw her again in late September. She was sitting on the stairs leading up to my apartment. I was walking in from the parking lot after work. She was looking at her phone and seemed frustrated. She had a duffle bag or something sitting by her.
I acted like I was going back to my car to buy time to think of something to say. Even if she has a boyfriend, I still want to make a good impression on a hot chick. Obviously, that was not enough time to think of something clever because I said to her, “Hey, the girl from the pool?”
“What?” she barely looked up. She was wearing white pants and a pink short-sleeved shirt.
“You were at the pool, like, alot this summer. Me too.”
“Oh yeah?” She said, still not really paying me any attention.
“Yeah, almost every day. Gotta take advantage of the pool right? Are you going on a trip or something?” I said, pointing at her bag.
“No, um, no.” was all she could say. Christ, that went nowhere. At least she half looked up. What else could I say?
“So what are you doing now that the pool’s closed?” I asked.
“Nothing, just working.” Then after a long pause, she looked up from her phone, gave me a big smile and said, “I’m Ashley, by the way. What’s your name?”
“I’m Matt, so you live in this building?” There were 8 different buildings.
“What are you doing, right now, Matt?” Ashley crossed her arms and looked right at me.
“Nothing, just getting home from work. Maybe hit the gym.” Hopefully that would impress her that I mentioned going to the gym.
“Do you want to go to dinner, Matt?” Ashley asked, leaning in with her warm smile and big brown eyes. I thought it was weird that she went from not even looking at me to wanting to go out to dinner with me in the space of 30 seconds, but this was my chance to make a good impression and win the girlfriend of my dreams.
“Yeah, sure, but I thought you had a boyfriend?” I blurted out.
Good thing Ashley took it in stride, “Oh, we broke up.” she said nonchalantly. Then excitedly asked, “Where are we going to dinner?”
Minutes later, I had changed my clothes and we jumped into my almost new, black Ford Explorer. I imagined that it’s a cool, impressive vehicle. She put her bag in the car. She claimed she didn’t want to go all the way upstairs to put it away. OK, whatever works. We went to a sushi place. I swear she hung on my every word. Then she talked me into going out drinking. It was a Thursday, so that’s not really what I had in mind. But I didn’t want to disappoint her and I’m talkative and hopefully charming when I drink. We had a great conversation. She likes my favorite MLB team, my favorite NFL team and my favorite college basketball team. She liked all of the movies I mentioned and all my favorite bands! This was truly the perfect girl!
The bad part was she kept ordering shots. Shots kill me! She just kept taking them though. I wanted to keep up! I should have just let her win that contest. One minute we were in the booth making out. Then I blacked out and the next thing I remember, it was the middle of the night and I was hugging the toilet. I remember Ashley was there asking me if I was OK and asking if I needed anything. Then I remember waking up with a headache. I stumbled out of the bedroom and you’ll never believe what I saw.
Ashley was there in black heals, a dark blue bra and panties with my “Kiss the Cook.” apron on. She handed me a cup of coffee and said, “God morning roomie. I think you’re going to need this.” There was also pancakes ready to go and sausage links sizzling on the stove. She had the biggest smile on her face.
“Yeah, my head hurts. It’s so nice of you to cook me breakfast. I think I blacked out. What happened last night?” I knew damn well I blacked out, by the way!
Ashley explained, “We went to Clancy’s and you were taking down shots like a champ. Then we went to Cliff’s and you had a couple Long Islands. I bet a guy 20 bucks that you could chug that last one, so thanks for winning me 20 bucks. After that you didn’t look so good. One of my friends just happened to be at the bar and he drove us home.”
“Oh my God, did anything happen when we got home? Did we have sex?” I asked. Wow, that was smooth.
“If you had sex with me, you’d remember it.” She said with a wry smile. “Too bad you passed out. ”
“Wait, did you say ‘roomie’?” I asked, suddenly it registered that she said that earlier.
“Yeah, I was surprised when you asked me to live with you, but my lease is up and we had so much fun, I thought, why not?” She said.
I put my hands on her tiny waist and said, “I’m going to call in and we can have a some fun together.”
“No way mister.” She said playfully pulling away, “You have a project due today. You told me last night and I’m not going to be the reason you get in trouble. Besides, we’re roommates now and we’ll have plenty of time for that.”
So I went to work and left her at my apartment. It occurred to me that I was trusting her not to steal all my stuff while I was gone. Had I really asked her to live with me? I was super drunk, so maybe. Why would she accept even if I had? Who does that? Or was this on the level and we were going to fuck all night after work? I didn’t have any answers.
I was relieved when I got home and she was there. I was hoping she would answer the door naked but pretty much the opposite happened. She was in my warm-up pants and hoodie. She told me she had been thinking and she didn’t want to have sex because she had ruined too many relationships by having sex too soon. She wanted us to get to know each other as people.
Instead, we watched a movie and cuddled on the couch. I told myself I was cuddling on the couch, spooning my dream girl and that was actually pretty good because I was nowhere with her just a couple days ago. After the first night of living together, she said she had to work almost every night. She was a bartender so she worked nights. She always wore something sexy, to get bigger tips she explained. Despite this, she never seemed to have any money.
Actually, I didn’t see her much. She said since she was still paying for her last month at her old apartment, she didn’t have to pay on my (or was it our?) place. Of course she didn’t pay anything for utilities or groceries. We did go out together a few times. Of course it was to a nice restaurant and I paid. It was nice to have a beautiful girl on my arm. She was always good company, but I never got any farther than making out with her.
One night, on a rare occasion where she was home to hang out with me, we were watching a movie and that turned into making out. I was trying to touch her body and turn her on enough to go further. At some point, I put my hand on her belly and felt a round bump. It wasn’t like she was fat. It was just low on her stomach and it felt like she was pregnant! I pulled up her shirt and saw a very clear baby bump. She had been out of the house alot and she never wore anything skimpy except when she was running out the door so I never noticed anything til then.
It was clearly not mine as I had never even had her bra off! Here she was, living in my apartment rent free, eating my food, not fucking me and carrying another man’s child. I was noticeably upset. She broke down in tears and told me “It’s still me, Ashley. This happened before I knew you. YOU asked ME to live with you. I need your help with this, I’m so scared. We can do this together and have a family together.” and all kind of other things. She was throwing all kinds of stuff at the wall and seeing what would stick. The bottom line was, this was still my dream girl and there was no way I could kick her out or even really be mad at her. And what was there to be mad about? She got pregnant before we were together. She was going though some stuff here and I could help her. So we hugged it out and decided to have a baby together.
Anytime we were out together after that, she let on like it was my baby. I wasn’t sure if this was good or bad, but I went with it. This is not to say we hung out that much after that. She kept wearing tight clothes and going to her job at the bar. One night I decided to surprise her at work. She wasn’t there. Some of the bartenders said she only worked a couple nights a week and not usually this night. I asked her about that next time I saw her and she said she actually got a second bar tending job so she would have money for the baby, but don’t come visit me because she’s new there and it will look bad to her boss. I thought maybe that made sense so I never went to that bar. Also, she never told me which bar.
One night a month later, she came home very upset. She just cried on the bed and wouldn’t tell me what was wrong and never talked about it. She didn’t leave the bedroom for the next two days. The third day was a Friday and when I got home from work, she had a surprise for me. I opened the door and heard her call, “Hey Matt, Come in the bedroom.”
I thought she wanted me to change a light bulb or help with her laptop or something. When I walked into the bedroom, she was wearing a red bath robe which she immediately dropped to the floor. She just smiled and waited for me to react. She had on her black heals – and nothing else. She still had sexy toned arms and legs. She was wearing a good amount of makeup. She had her hair curled and put up like she was going to prom. Her tits had swollen up to a B cup with dark brown nipples. They didn’t sag a bit. There was a cute little freckle on her left breast. She had tan lines where her bikini had been all summer.
But who am I kidding, the thing that really drew the eye was the big round 7 months pregnant belly. It was smooth and popped out on her skinny body. Her belly button was kind of wrinkled up and not really an innie or an outie. The second thing that drew the eye was the little clam between her legs. Her pussy lips were stuck together like she wasn’t warmed up yet.
Neither of us said a word. I smiled and put my hands on her belly. I had never had a pregnant fetish and still didn’t. I wanted to put her at ease, like, I see the pregnant belly and I’m OK with it. Then I gave her a big kiss and we kissed and probed each other’s mouths with our tongues. I reached down and started massaging her pussy. I could feel it starting to get wet. Her belly was up against me. I wasn’t really turned on by it, but it wasn’t off-putting. I grabbed two handfuls of her ass. It wasn’t as hard as it used to be but still a nice ass. As we continued to kiss, she grabbed my cock with one hand and stroked the length of it.
“Baby, can you eat my pussy?” Ashley asked. Now we were getting somewhere! She laid on the bed and spread her thighs. You could tell her thighs had some padding that wasn’t there last summer. I got between her legs and put my hands on her soft brown thighs. There was a cute little mole right below her panty line.
I told you her pussy was clammed up earlier. Now those thin little lips were wide open. She had a dark brownish pink pussy on the outside. On the inside it was the most beautiful shade of bright pink. It was a seriously cute pussy. I just went at that beautiful vagina. It was making out with her pussy basically. “Don’t I taste good?” she asked. I nodded and smiled. Then I got serious. I stuck my finger in her sweet little hole and pumped it in and out of her and flicked her clit with my tongue.
I was only a couple minutes when she exclaimed, “Keep going, keep going, don’t stop – yeeeeessssss!” She threw her head back and I think she must have been cumming. I couldn’t believe it was that easy to make her cum. Then Ashley leaned over the bed. I didn’t move right away so she said, “Fuck me” She didn’t have to tell me twice. I got right behind her and put my dick right between her legs. I wasn’t super hard. She gave my dick a couple nice caresses with her hand and guided me in. I barely had the tip in because I was only half erect. I was trying to get the right motion and giving myself a pep talk. I had my tip in my dream girl. I grabbed her swollen little titties from behind. Rubbing her smooth body all over was such a turn on I was rock hard in no time.
“Fuck me harder.” she begged. I started fucking her as hard as I could. I was slamming in and out of her making her ass shake. This was definitely not the hard body from the pool. She was soft and her body jiggled with every stroke. “Can you feel that tight pussy gripping you? Feel that hot pregnant pussy. It’s so hot and tight just for you.” She was giving me a pep talk to and it was working! I was getting so turned on. I didn’t think I could get any harder.
She yelled out again, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh Fuck!” I could feel alot of wetness coming from her. Did she just squirt? I had only heard about that but never experienced it. When she came down from her orgasm she told me, “Lay down, I’m going to ride you.” She got on top and smiled at me with almost a wicked smile and looked at me with her big brown eyes. She straddled me with her hands on my chest. Ashley had rather short finger nails with pink nail polish. She was really slippery now so I just slipped right in. I didn’t feel much to be honest she was so wet. I reached up and grabbed her breasts. Then I rubbed her belly and then rubbed above her clit. Her body was soft except her belly was hard.
She really knew what she was doing. She was pumping just right to get me off – hitting just the right spot. She leaned back so she could cradle my balls with one hand. Oh my God, this girl knew how to fuck! Then she worked on herself. She said, “Let me take over.” and started rubbing her own clit. A few moments later, “Oh yeah, Oh fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Yes!” She squirted again. Not alot but I got her fluid on my pubes and belly. Then she leaned over me and gave me a big kiss on the mouth. Her belly was resting on my stomach. She was still fucking me and it felt good. Her warm fluid gave it a different new sensation which felt nice.
She started talking dirty, “I love your big dick inside me. Do you like my cum all over your dick? You made me cum so much. I want you to cum for me. I’m not on birth control. But you can pop right in me. Cum in my pussy, baby, with that big gorgeous cock.” On and on she went with the dirty talk til I couldn’t take anymore. “Oh, Oh, Yeah.” I said and exploded in her pussy. She kept straddling me, enjoying the expression on my face and the feeling of my cum filling her.
I suddenly felt so relaxed. I had just emptied my balls in my dream girl and she had cum three times. My cum was inside her body right now. She let my dick slip out of her and the cum plopped out of her pussy and right onto my dick. She bent down and took a lick of it. “I wanted to taste your cum. Why did it take us so long to do this? That was good. My pussy is so happy.” I was thinking a million things I wanted to tell her but I didn’t say anything. I was taking in the moment for one thing and for another, I didn’t want to say anything to ruin this.
We fucked at least once a day after that and each time was hotter than the last. She was a demon in the sack even if she was very pregnant. I almost forgot she was carrying another man’s child. She was a screamer when she got going! She often started to sweat when we fucked, which highlighted all her sexy parts as if I had rubbed baby oil on her. She liked it when I licked beads of sweat off her and I thought it was sexy so I didn’t mind.
Lots of things changed. I started going with her to doctor appointments, la maze class, picking out baby stuff. Of course I bought. She only went to work one or two days a week. She said she was uncomfortable in her little car because of the pregnancy, so we switched cars. I drove her 17 year old Toyota Corolla and she drove my almost new Ford Explorer. She didn’t contribute to rent or anything because she was saving for the baby.
She had a way of telling me I was lucky for getting to fuck her without saying it. She would always ask, “Is this the best pussy you’ve ever had?”, “Am I the prettiest girl you’ve ever been with?” I had to agree it was, and she was. She would explain how pregnant pussy is scientifically proven to be tighter and warmer, so there’s never been a better time to fuck her. I never turned her down but a few times I was like, ‘Jesus, again?’ She must have been the horniest girl in the world.
She got a really big belly on her thin frame in the next two months. We acted like it was OUR baby rather than her baby. Anyone we talked to, she would let on like it was my baby. When the doctor asked, “Is this dad?” She would reply that I was and I didn’t correct her ever. It was easier and left me with much less awkward explaining to do. Part of me, a large part of me, hoped we could be a family and I could go on screwing and loving this hot girl I met at the pool. She was very sweet to me also. Whether it was just gratitude that I was helping her or if she was falling for me, I didn’t really know. Maybe she was just screwing me because no one else would go for a girl that was 8 months pregnant. Hell, I can’t believe I was going for an 8 months pregnant girl! – even if she was my dream girl.
Eventually the baby came. I went to the hospital with her and did everything a dad would do. The baby did not look like me. I was hoping it would just happen to look like me so it would be plausible I was the father and avoid questions. Obviously there would be no sex for 6 weeks or maybe even more. It was interesting having a baby around. I’d never been around babies but they do the cutest things. Ashley had been very sweet to me and pleasant to be around since we started having sex til now. After a few weeks, Ashley started going back to work at night at the bar. Then she joined a gym and started going almost every day. She said she wanted to get back in pool shape and we could go together. I had visions of her, looking like she did last summer, making out with me in the pool and some nerd jacking off over us.
I was stuck with the baby while she was working almost every night. It was like Ashley was my daycare while I was at work, and I was a single parent at night. I only saw her for a couple minutes to hand off the baby most days. At first she would give me a kiss and say, “I miss you already.” or something sweet. After a couple months, she would just act stressed out and like she was in a hurry and tell me to do some menial task that she could have done during the day just as easily as I could.
Then I started to notice small things were off when I got back home. A couple cookies were missing. Ashley had not eaten a cookie as long as I knew her. I found a Taco Bell bag buried in the trash. Ashley never went to Taco Bell. The sheets on the bed smelled weird. There was a sock under the bed that didn’t look like a woman’s sock and wasn’t mine. I asked her if she ever had anyone over during the day and she said no. I asked if she was ready to have sex and she said no. I pointed out the doctor said don’t have sex for 6 weeks and we were at 5 months now. She said it still doesn’t feel normal down there and she knows it would hurt. She said to give her more time. I asked if we could just try it and if it doesn’t feel good we can stop. She said no.
We didn’t even go to the pool together when it opened back up. She told me she still looked gross in a bikini and she wasn’t taking a baby to a swimming pool. I guess there’s always next year.
I was pretty convinced she was fucking someone while I was at work. The trick was to catch her. I hatched a plan to come home from work early one day. OK, that’s not much of a plan, but it’s the best I could come up with. So one day I drove my car around the block and walked back to camp out where I could see anyone going into the apartment but people would be unlikely to see me. This was alot harder than it sounded. How the fuck should I know if a guy was just going home or fucking my girlfriend? I reasoned anyone that had a key to the building was not the guy. Anyone getting buzzed in was a maybe. Damn, this was boring waiting.
Eventually, I saw a good looking muscle guy with tattoos all over get buzzed it. Was that him? I sat there for a while not sure what to do. What if I burst into the apartment and she was just there playing with the baby? What was I going to say if that happened? Then I saw some activity through the window of my apartment in the main room. A minute later I saw two figures in the bedroom. One of them shut the blinds. I knew I had to sneak in and see for myself.
I climbed the stairs and unlocked the door as quietly as I could. I could hear some talking in the bedroom. The door was cracked just slightly so I peeked in. She was sucking the muscle guy’s dick! He was on the bed with his feet dangling off and she was kneeling on the floor. I realized she had not once sucked my dick. I started recording on my phone. At the time, I was thinking this would need to be entered as evidence later but it turned out to just be something to jack off to! Where the fuck would that be entered as evidence?!
After a few minutes, he picked her up off the floor and playfully threw her on the bed. She was giggling with a huge smile on her face. She used to smile at me that way. He jumped on her and just started pounding the shit out of her. I had a pretty good view of her body. She had her nice flat stomach back and the cute little abs were just starting to peek through. Her tiny tits were shaking up and back on her chest. She was moaning and screaming and her body was glistening with sweat.
Then he flipped her over and they went at it doggy style. Sometimes she looked back at him with loving eyes. Sometimes she just closed her eyes and got pounded. Then he picked her up, held her in midair by her thighs and dropped her again and again on his big fat cock. I lost count of how many times she came. This guy was a fuck machine. Finally, he put her down on the bed. Her back was on the bed and he was holding her legs up and pounding her. She was screaming and moaning like you wouldn’t believe. Her hair was wet with sweat and I could see beads of sweat dripping off her body and down to the sheets. Then muscled man grunted and started shaking. I knew he was filling my girlfriend with his cum. I felt defeated that some other guy’s cum was in my dream girl’s body. Oddly much more so than some other guy’s baby being in her belly.
Suddenly, muscle man saw me, “Oh fuck. You said your boyfriend was at work.”
“Don’t worry” she said. “Come over here Matt.”
“You’re screwing some guy in my bed?!” I exclaimed.
“Matt, just come here.” She gave me a hug with her sweaty body, then pulled me over to the bed. “You like my body? Look how tight and sexy it is. You like my ass?” she asked as she gave it a spank. I didn’t say a word, trying to figure out where this was going. “You like my pussy? Do you want to make my pussy happy? Eat his cum out of my pussy.”
“No!” I said. No fucking way was I doing that.
“Eat his cum or you’ll never see this pussy again.” I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I didn’t want to shut any doors without thinking it through. Or maybe I wanted to just taste her pussy one last time, or maybe I was into being a cuck. I wasn’t sure. She laid back on the bed and put her legs in the air. I could see the white of the cum beginning to ooze out of her little pink hole. I took a tiny lick of it. It tasted kind of salty. It was gross and at the same time, eating it out of the most glorious pussy in the world was a turn on. She squeezed her twat and the rest of it spurted out. I lapped it up like it was caviar.
“Mmmmmmm, now swish it around in your mouth. Let me see it. Let me see that hot cum in your mouth. Mmmmmm, it tastes good doesn’t it?” I opened my mouth to let her see. She giggled with delight. “Now swallow. Swallow it all.” I swallowed. It was a relief to have it out of my mouth.
“That’s hot. I’m going to have you do clean up from now on. Maybe I should have Josh over at night so you’ll be here to clean up. Do you want to watch Josh fuck me every night? and you can swallow his load. Maybe you can suck his big dick too. You can lick my cum off of it. I bet you’ve never sucked dick before, but I think you’d like it.” Ashley taunted. Honestly, his dick was only slightly larger than mine. “OK, we’re going to go fuck at Josh’s place. Can you wash the sheets for us? Thanks” He had already gotten dresses. She slipped on her dress, with no underclothes, and they took off, just like that.
While she was gone, I did some thinking and realized this is definitely a bad situation and I wasn’t going to participate in this. I definitely did not want to ‘clean up’ Josh’s jizz again! The next day when I saw her, I told her she had to move out. I don’t care if you have nowhere else to go. Move in with Josh or some other muscle man you’re fucking. Just get the fuck out of my apartment or I’m calling the police and having you removed. And I want my car back or I’ll report it stolen. That was the plan anyway, but that’s not how it happened.
When I got home, she came out into the living room and said, “Hey, baby. I bought you a present.” Ashley was wearing her high heels and a tight sparkly dark blue dress. It only went down to mid thigh. She looked amazing. She pulled out a chastity device. “It’s a chastity device.” She said. Yeah, I fucking know that, I thought. For once when it came to Ashley, I thought fast.
“Let me see that.” I said, snatching it away from her. I opened the door to the deck and flung it across the parking lot and onto the roof of the garages. She just stood there kind of shocked.
“Are you shitting me!?” I exclaimed, “You’ve lived here free for almost a year. You’re driving my car. You’re fucking other guys. I babysit YOUR kid and you’re going to do me like that?” I pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her checks and neck. I pulled her hair down to get at her neck better.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She exclaimed.
“You owe me, like, a fifty thousand dollars and I’m taking it out of your cunt.” I informed her. She squirmed and tried to get away but I grabbed her sexy tan arms and pinned them to the wall over her head. I kissed her on the mouth but she didn’t kiss back. “You have such pretty little muscles but you’re still so weak.” I taunted her. I held her arms with one hand over her head and started to massage her crotch with the other. She moaned – not out of pleasure. Maybe it was more of a whimper. I realized I was super hard.
I turned her around and pushed her over toward the dining room table. I pinned her arm behind her back and bent her over the table. I pulled her dress up over her hips. She wasn’t wearing any panties. “God you’re such a whore. You’re down to fuck tonight, but it’s not going to be some broke loser like Josh. It’s going to be me.” I rubbed her pussy til it was getting wet with her arm still pinned awkwardly behind her back. I glided my finger back up and down her juicy slit and then plunged my finger knuckles deep in her cunt. I slapped her ass once and then took down my pants. I was glad she wasn’t yelling to stop or anything, because I wasn’t sure what I would do. I was just having rough sex with my cheating girlfriend at this point, right?
Now I was rubbing my dick on her pussy and I slipped it inside her. It felt really good. She kept flexing her pussy muscles, I think involuntarily from distress. She was just staring ahead. I was pounding her hard. Her other hand was flat on the table in front of her. She had blue nail polish to match her dress. She had beautiful tan slender fingers. I wished I could hold her soft hands while I was fucking her and kissing her passionately. For now, I’d settle for my lower stomach slapping against her ass, while she laid there bent over and hating me.
“Turn around.” I ordered. She sat on the dining room table. I spread her legs. God, she had a pretty pussy. Dark pink on the outside and a neon, I swear it would glow in the dark, pink inside. Her thighs were beyond sexy. I spread them open, rubbing the insides of them with my hands. I couldn’t resist licking her pussy for a minute. “How many dicks have been in this nasty pussy since you’ve been living with me?”
“Fuck you.” she said coolly.
I lifted her dress up over her head and off and pushed her back flat against the table. I could see her cute little belly button and her sweet little flat tummy. I hadn’t even seen her breasts since we last fucked when she was pregnant. They were still perky but a little swollen and she still had big dark pink nipples and areolas. I could just barely see little blue veins in her chest. I grabbed her little boobs and massaged them. I ran my hands up and down her body. This was easily the sexiest girl I had ever been with.
“You have the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. I barely even feel it.” She taunted, raising her head off the table.
I grabbed her lightly by the throat and rammed my dick into her. “You have a five month old and a good man at home and all you can think about is going out and fucking every guy in the city. Something is wrong with your brain.” I was fucking her as hard as I could. She was moaning like the slut she was. “You had a good thing here and you blew it because you’re such a dumb slut.” She was starting to cry. I felt nothing for her. She was just a pussy keeping my dick warm. Her slut pussy was wrapped around my dick and it felt like magic even though I was seething with disdain for her.
I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. I was determined to make this bitch cum because of her small dick comment. It took less than a minute before she was screaming, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh Fuck.” Then she saw my smug smile and added, “Fuck you, asshole.”
“I love you too, baby.” was all I said. I could feel the cum welling up in my balls, begging to be shot into her cheating cunt. She somehow still had a tight pussy and it was milking the cum right out of my dick. I knew I couldn’t risk getting her pregnant. I pulled out and shot a jet of cum on her belly, then another and another and finally I wiped a last glob onto her pubic mound. I admired my handy-work on her admittedly gorgeous body. I picked up her dress and threw it at her. “Get the fuck out of here. Go fuck your dumbass boyfriend. And when I get home tomorrow, you better not fucking be here. I want all your shit out of my place.”
She got up and started over to the kitchen sink, but I escorted her out into the hallway. She was only carrying her dress instead of wearing it with my spunk still on her belly. I shut the door, then re-opened it to take a really nice shot with my camera phone and toss her heels and purse at her.
When I got home the next day, she was at the bottom of the stairs with a couple of suitcases and the baby in a carrier, much like I saw her the day of our first date. I laughed as I passed. She flipped me off. The next day, she was completely gone. Months passed and I didn’t see her. Then one day I got a text from Ashley, “Would you consider trading babysitting for a blowjob?”