Hard-Fucked and Heart-Broke

She scored a suite near the convention center. I got there first, buzzing with anticipation. “How was your day?” I asked when she walked in. “Meh, got hit on a few times,” she said, “but they were all duds. Lame pickup lines.”

She showered, emerging in just a thong, then sprawled on the bed, stretching seductively. “Miss me last week?” I stripped fast, showing off my shaved dick – I’d learned she liked a little show. I stroked it slow. “Ready for me?” I teased. She peeled off the thong, legs wide. “Fuck me with that gorgeous cock,” she purred.

I went down on her first, lapping at her wetness, teasing her clit until she writhed. Then I plunged in, and she hit her first orgasm fast, clawing the sheets. “All day I’ve wanted this,” she moaned. “Fuck me senseless, you stud.” I flipped her onto her knees, ready to take her ass – she’d hinted at it enough. To my surprise, she took me easily, moaning, “Yes, fuck my ass, feels so fucking good.” I didn’t last long; soon I was pumping her full, her cries echoing as she begged for every drop.

We cooled off in the shower, but I was hard again. Slippery from the water, I took her standing, kneading her tits as she demanded more. “Fuck me again, Jake, wreck me.”

At the Open-Air Museum

We planned a trip to an open-air museum in the countryside. Emily was on her period, so I figured it’d be tame. Wrong. In one of the old houses, a roped-off storage room caught my eye. I pulled her inside, and we started making out, hands everywhere. Period or not, she was feral, grinding against my thigh, faster and faster. I squeezed her tits hard, and she gasped, “I’m gonna cum, fuck, yes!” She shook, clinging to me, fully clothed but spent.

“Really?” I asked, skeptical. “Oh yeah,” she said, breathless. “Pictured you fucking some hot redhead in the ass while I watched.”

Her mind was a wild place. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, dropping to her knees. My bulge was obvious; she freed my cock and started sucking, but I took over, fucking her mouth while she worked my balls. The thrill of getting caught fueled me. “Give me your load,” she mumbled around me. I did, blasting down her throat as she swallowed eagerly.

Home Movie Night

“Let’s watch porn together,” she suggested one day. Nothing shocked me with her anymore. I grabbed a hardcore flick – none of that soft couple crap, but real, gritty stuff.

We sat through the first scene: a mechanic banging a brunette in a garage. Emily squirmed, turned on, then stripped to her panties and a tank top. “Getting hot,” she rasped, lying with her head in my lap, feeling my hard-on. She pulled it out, sucking me as a threesome played out on screen – two women, one guy, all holes filled.

“Hot as hell,” she said, eyeing the lesbian action. “You ever had a woman go down on you?” I asked. “Yeah,” she admitted. “A coworker. I came four times in her mouth, then fucked her with a strap-on – pussy and ass. No cumshot, sadly, but still insane.”

Next scene: a blonde sandwiched between two guys. “Fuck, that’s wild,” Emily groaned, blowing me harder as I fingered her, adding a digit to her ass. “You’d love a double, huh?” I said. “God, yes,” she panted. “Two cocks at once, you filming it.” A guy onscreen came, and she lost it, soaking my hand as I shot into her mouth, picturing her in that fantasy.

She licked me clean, then spilled: “Started young, 14. Handjobs at first, but soon I needed cum in my mouth. Swallowing’s my thing.”

Early Morning

Sunday, 6 a.m., alarm blaring. I had a charity run to oversee. Emily stirred, nuzzled me, and asked, “Quickie?” Insatiable. She got me hard, spread her legs, and said, “Fuck me, I’m wet.” I did, fast and rough; we came together, sweaty and gasping. I showered, shaved, left her dozing – or so I thought. Passing the bed, she flung off the covers, a vibrator buzzing in her pussy. “Caught me,” she grinned.

She knelt, ass up, the toy now in her backdoor. “Fuck my pussy, work that vibe in my ass,” she ordered. I obeyed, hammering away as she screamed, “Never enough, you bastard. Take me to a sex club – let a dozen guys ruin me.” I trashed-talked her back, cumming on her ass as she collapsed, wrecked.

Made it to the run on time, speeding like a maniac.

Epilogue

There’s more I could say, adventures we might’ve had. But we fell apart – she was screwing other guys. Didn’t mind the act, just the lies. If Emily reads this: “Thanks for the insane rides. You’re still one of the wildest fucks I’ve ever had.”