Smut Til You Drop (7 page)

 
I ordered another
shot, reached into my purse and saw a twenty get passed over me,
another glass poured and Johnny handed me my drink. “To you,” he
said and downed his glass. Fuck. There are always those times in
your life when you know, regardless of how drunk you are, where
things are going to end up. I had a decision to make and fast. If I
didn’t want to end up with my panties lost in Johnny’s room this
evening, I needed to say I didn’t feel well and run back to my
dorm, lock the door and not let myself out until my blood alcohol
level returned to zero. But as he stood there in his black shirt
and black pants with his built body underneath I wanted nothing
more than to see what all the fuss was about. “To us,” I
replied.

Things get fuzzy when shots are on the menu
but the sex was crystal clear. It all started with a backrub. An
innocent kind-hearted gesture. Bullshit. Don’t ever believe that
ladies. All backrubs are is a way to get physical without your
pretty little head thinking it’s a gateway to sex. Trust me, it’s
like walking down the gangplank to a waiting plane. You might not
end up in the air within a few minutes but the chances of you
running screaming the other way in time aren’t good at
all. 

I was lying facedown on his bed with my
little black dress straining to keep my ass covered. My heels had
long ago been removed and were dropped by his bedroom door. He
straddled my ass and began to rub my shoulders and neck. That’s
nice. He slowly was working my muscles and if he wasn’t careful,
I’d be asleep in minutes. Nope, he’d done this before because his
hands were working my back area and reaching around to the sides
near my breasts. He didn’t touch my breasts, not yet. But he knew
enough that my nipples had turned rock hard in anticipation and my
breathing was becoming more shallow by the minute.

 
Then, he got up off
my ass which was getting very restless during the massage and moved
to the end of the bed. Whew. That was close. “You’re legs and feet
must be sore from dancing in those shoes.” He softly lifted a foot
and began to rub. This was nice. My body was relaxing as if it had
been fooled into thinking that he was trying to make a pass at me
when he really wasn’t. That was a relief. Then, he began to rub the
other foot, then my calves. He continued to make his way up my legs
to my thighs. Hello! The tips of his fingers got to within an inch
of the cloth of my panties and I was gasping for air. Remain calm,
remain calm. You don’t want him to know that you want nothing more
than to fuck his brains out right now! Again, he moved both hands
up and down my thighs. Accidently brushing my panties from time to
time. He never said a word but he had to have noticed that each
time the fabric was more and more wet. Then, he started massaging
my ass. I sucked in air as he reached up and grabbed both cheeks in
his hands. “You’re so tense.” You have no fucking idea! My pussy
was on fire and yearning for his hands to massage it
too! 

After what felt like forever with his hands
on my ass, my body was shaking. I needed him inside me now! I
turned myself over so that I could see him, then grabbed the back
of his head and kissed him as hard as I could. Green light. He
kissed me back with force and I was instantly moving my hips up and
down to press myself against his rock hard cock which was ready to
go. How long had he been that way? Doesn’t matter. I need it!

He began to bite my lip and again I pushed
my hips as high as they would go, showing him I was ready! He
smirked and laughed, “Patience.” Fuck me! This was gonna be good!
He slowly and softly kissed my neck and ear and began to very
lightly caress my breasts. Shit, I was gonna cum before I even got
my panties off. My body was shaking and he again smirked and slowed
down even more. Fuck! Come on! He slid his hands down my body and
began to lift my dress over my head. Finally! As I laid there in my
bra and panties he stood up and looked at me. Again, I was thankful
for the shots because I’m not a fan of having someone scan your
body from head to toe, especially when I just wanted to get him
inside of me! “Exquisite.” Now that did it. I had to have him, now!
I sat up on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the
ground, revealing his gorgeous chest. I grabbed his belt, and undid
it. I then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and allowed his rock
hard cock to bounce in my face. But not for long, I attacked it
like it was the only food I’d been allowed all week. I wanted him
to want to fuck my pussy as badly as I wanted it! I began to suck
his cock like I had remembered from the few porn videos my roommate
had. I was pumping his shaft with my fist as my throat enveloped
him. Up and down, up and down. Lightly cupping his balls with my
other hand and trying as hard as I could to get him to need a
really good fuck!

Within a few minutes he gasped for air and
pulled back, almost losing his balance in the process. Clearly he
was about to cum and wanted to slow himself down before he got the
chance to do what we both came here for. He stepped out of his
pants and guided me back to the bed, laid me down and began to suck
on my breasts one at a time. Meanwhile, his right hand found it’s
way to my black lace panties and slipped under them. Again, I
gasped. He lightly touched my clit and I moaned. He smirked again
and returned to sucking my left nipple while his right hand found
the wet warmth that had been calling out for him for almost an
hour! After playing with my clit and lips for a while, he slowly
moved one finger to the moistness that was so desperate to be
filled. He paused there, touching the opening and knowing that my
body wanted nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his
dick or fingers or whatever he was willing to give me. “Fuck!” I
reared my head back, pushed my breasts to the ceiling, lifted my
hips up and off the bed and begged him to enter me. He laughed
again. “Patience.”

His lips left my breast and returned to my
mouth. He gave me a slow wet kiss that I still close my eyes and
think about whenever I am trying to get myself off. As the kiss
went on, it got slightly harder and more passionate and YES! His
finger slipped inside me as he continued to put his tongue down my
throat. Within seconds, he had three fingers inside me and I was
riding them like I was the one in control of the situation. I
needed to cum now! Just as I got close enough to feel my toes begin
to curl, he pulled his hand away. My eyes got huge, NO! Where are
you going? Then, as if answering my unspoken question, he smirked
again, and moved himself so his head was even with my panties. He
removed them with his teeth and buried his face in between the hot
mess that was my pussy. OH FUCK! His tongue and hands knew exactly
what they were doing. Within a minute I could hear myself, Oh
Johnny. Johnny. Johnny! JOHNNY! My legs were shaking and I felt I
was crushing his skull with my thighs as I came but he just kept
licking and sucking my clit while finger fucking me and my orgasm
lasted well longer than it normally does.

Thankfully, we weren’t done yet. In fact, he
was just getting started. He raised himself up and slipped his cock
right inside my soaking wet self. Again my eyes widened and I began
bucking like a fucking bronco. “Patience.” He slowed me down and
began to move, ever so slightly with a soft, slow rhythm I had
never experienced in bed with a man before. Fuck. I have no idea
how long we were soft and slow like that but eventually he began to
reach that breaking point again because the pumping which was
becoming increasingly faster and our breathing which matched came
to a halt as he pulled out and put his head down on the pillow
catching his breath and recomposing himself. He must have seen the
disappointment on my face. As if to answer, he smirked again and
flipped me over. 

He entered me like a battering ram and I
yelped. He grabbed my hips and didn’t let go. I was being pushed
and pulled and fucked to the point that I came faster than I ever
had in my life! Just as I began to cum, he stuck his finger just
inside my asshole! SHIT!!!! I began to buck in response and he held
on using the leverage and new found enthusiasm to get us both to
cum together as we pounded into one another trying every time to
get him deeper than the time before. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I fell on
the bed gasping for air with my body shivering from the aftershocks
of several orgasms. Johnny fell on top of me and began to stroke my
naked body still smirking.

It wasn’t long before we were at it again
and again and yet again that night. My friends were right, it was a
night well spent. In fact, that’s how I would describe my body as I
stumbled back to my dorm in the morning for some sleep. Lucky for
me, he must have liked it as much as I did because we had a few
more evenings together before graduation. Yep, college was the best
years, or at least hours of my life.

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Vegas Baby,
Vegas

College Daze: Volume Five

College is a time and experience that varies
depending on your situation. For me, it was a blast! Thanks to the
generosity of my grandfather, tuition, books, room and board were
all provided. As a result, my parents sent me $1000 a month for
whatever other things I needed, including entertainment. As long as
I was passing my classes, I had four years to enjoy life with
little to no responsibility and enough cash in my pocket to have
some fun along the way. I also went to a school where parties were
common and condoms could be purchased from the dorm vending
machine!

The weekend after finals is always
entertaining. There are a large number of college students who
panic and realize that they have to kick ass on the final exam in
order to not lose their incredible set up of being financially
supported and completely unsupervised or bound by any rules. So,
late night study sessions and cramming become the norm and Mountain
Dew and Jolt sell out of the vending machines and supermarkets
within a mile of the campus. Then, after the last blue book is
filled, we all breathe a sigh of relief and hit the road. Vegas is
calling. 

Now there are lots of places in Vegas for
college kids to have a good time. Pretty much anywhere with alcohol
and a bed will do (and sometimes the bed is optional if enough
alcohol is consumed) but for Megan and I, only the Palms would do.
While lots of beautiful people do frequent the Palms, the biggest
draw was the fact that Megan and John, the general manager, had
hooked once during a finals blowout weekend and ever since we get
amazing free upgrades! For $149, our Sky Villa with a private pool,
Jacuzzi tub, and 1800 square feet was impossible to beat.

We entered to find a few complementary
bottles of tequila, margarita mix, salt, limes and a box of condoms
with a note that read, “I get off at 11-well, actually we’ll
probably get to that around 12 and again at 1. Go ahead and start
without me but just don’t pass out before you thank me proper.”
Megan and I giggled then ran around the room squealing at our luck.
She could have fucked any random guy six months before, but she hit
the jackpot, and as a result, Vegas was a hell of a lot better time
than eight people fighting for floor space in a seedy motel room
where getting laid was only an option if your partner wasn’t as
broke as you were. 

We showered and changed into slinky dresses,
did a few shots to get things started quickly and headed up to the
rooftop bar to dance and party. Now, when you’re twenty somethings
with perfect bodies, it’s easy to drink for free. Lots of guys seem
to think that if they send you over a drink, they earn a free pass
into your panties. Maybe for most girls that is true but Megan and
I had higher standards than that. No, you could buy us drinks and
watch us dance, grind, and get your Johnson stiff but to go home
with us, you had to provide, well, a Sky Villa is a start.

Megan was hot. She was a soccer player who
had small but perky breasts and a body that was so toned it would
have really pissed me off if she wasn’t such a blast to hang out
with. I was the opposite. My body wasn’t toned by any means but I
could turn some heads as well. My breasts were a perfect 36C and my
greatest asset. My long legs weren’t muscular like Megan’s but I
had her by six inches and loved to wear heels. Between the two of
us, there were very few men who weren’t interested in buying us
drinks and praying our beautiful faces would end up in their
laps. 

Just after 11, John showed up. He brought
Mark with him. Mark was the front desk manager and clearly a
frequent visitor to the local gym. I was happy to see that I wasn’t
just going to be a third wheel. Megan and I continued to dance and
grind together. John and Mark quickly found good viewing seats and
the other guys who had been sending drinks our way and hoping to go
home with something in return quickly got the message and took off.
The bar was still packed but the corner of the club we were in
quickly became a VIP lounge as the bar staff recognized the two
managers and knew to keep the riff-raff far enough from us that
they weren’t annoyed. 

Megan and I were very hot and sweaty and
ordered another round of shots since we knew that we weren’t going
to end up with the bill. We both took seats on either side of the
men and leaned over them to keep talking and laughing with each
other while replenishing our alcohol consumption. All intentional
of course. Women could sit next to each other, but it makes things
much more fun to have the men in the middle and your half exposed
breasts hanging over your date’s lap while you pretend you can’t
hear without leaning over so far your bra and part of your nipple
is exposed.

Clearly we were getting their attention
because John and Mark stopped talking shop and just sat back with
their eyes getting wider as we leaned closer to one another, with
our breasts resting on their laps. John and Megan had a history so
John was a bit bolder than Mark. He slowly ran his hand along his
thigh until it reached Megan’s right breast. Then he cupped it and
pinched her nipple between his fingers. She just kept right on
talking but leaned across him even more, allowing his fingers to
engulf her small right tit. Mark was clearly enjoying the show but
not sure if he should make a move or not. I decided to let him stir
a bit. I reached over and fondled Megan’s left breast while
continuing to talk and laugh. Megan got up off the couch and sat
back down on John’s lap. John’s pants were already creating quite
the pup tent but when Megan’s toned ass was placed on his crotch I
waited to hear the zipper bust open. It didn’t. Not yet.