Lucy writhed beneath him as much as she was able, her kisses becoming more fevered, more impassioned as she cradled his head between her hands and then raked her nails down his chest.
“Rick… oh fuck… Rick… I need to come! Please Rick, fuck me hard… oh please…”
Hearing her begging for him was music to his ears. He could feel his balls tightening and knew he didn’t have much time before he was going to fill her pussy with his jizz. Releasing her legs, he slid his arms under her back and around her shoulders so that she could wrap her legs around his hips, her ankles digging into his buttocks as they clenched and flexed, driving his cock into her hard.
Fingers clutching his shoulders, Lucy threw back her head and screamed out his name, squeezing his cock so tight that he felt like she might actually break it off. He gasped, body heaving with a brutal thrust, but she was clenched so tight around him that she moved up and down with him, all of the force of the thrust driving down onto her clit as she sobbed and the walls of her cunt rippled.
“Fuck!” Rick buried his face in her hair, his hips flexing back and forth as he flooded her body with his cum, spurt after spurt squeezed out of him by the orgasmic contractions of her pussy. All the tension in his body seemed to drain out, leaving him slumped on top of her as she shuddered and milked the last dregs of his orgasm from him.
They rocked against each other in silence for a moment, breathing deeply. Her hair smelled like raspberries. Her fingers stroked hesitantly along the back of his neck, playing with the little strands of hair there. They were pressed so tightly together that he could actually feel her shyness returning as if it was a physical thing.
And he didn’t like that. He didn’t want her to feel shy or awkward around him. For the first time in a long time, he knew exactly what he wanted.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he cradled Lucy’s head in his hands, fingers buried in her hair, and smiled down at her as she blushed and looked away then back up at him.
“If you’re not doing anything next Friday,” he said, “instead of babysitting, would you like to go out to dinner with me?”
She smiled up at him, a brilliant smile of relief and joy, her face lighting up as she realized that there was going to be no awkward aftermath, no rejection. “I’d love to. Or you know… we could do tomorrow.”
Rick grinned. “I’ll see if I can find a new sitter. I have a feeling I’m going to need one.”
THE END
DRUNK SAMANTHA
Chapter 1
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey baaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-beeeeeeee!"
Nicholas burst out laughing as his wife, Samantha, waved frantically at him from the dance floor where she was currently bumping and grinding with her best girlfriends. Seeing her greeting, Marie and Anita also turned around and waved at their husbands, who had walked in with him.
The trio were drunk off their asses, which was exactly what they had known would happen as soon as they'd announced they were going out for a ladies' night. As far as Nick could tell, ladies' night was just code for drinking till they were plastered and then calling their husbands for the rides they'd earlier insisted they wouldn't need. He didn't know why they always thought they wouldn't get drunk on ladies' night, since that had never once been true, but they also said they'd be fine.
"How drunk do you think they are?" asked John, Anita's husband.
"Drunk enough I'm going to keep the window in the car open, I don't care how cold it is," said Marie's husband Donny. "If she pukes on the way home again, I want it outside of the car."
Nicholas just grinned. He could tell Samantha was his favorite kind of drunk right now; not so far gone that she'd be throwing up or miserable, but definitely drunk enough that she was going to be ragingly horny and open-minded enough to do all the nasty, dirty things sober Sam would blush about tomorrow.
Wearing a low-cut v-neck red sweater dress with black leggings and a matching black belt to help accentuate her curves, his wife looked hot as fuck as she came running up to him, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss. Her face was flushed, her dark eyes a little glassy, and long tendrils of brown hair were falling out of the bun on the back of her head.
"Hey beautiful," he said, holding her lush curves against him as he gave her a kiss on the nose. He ignored the greetings his friends were getting from their wives, focused on the gorgeous woman in his arms. "So you're a little too drunk to drive, huh baby?"
She giggled, looking adorably bashful as her hand covered her mouth. Then she squinted her eyes at him and showed him her fingers, holding her index finger and thumb a tiny bit apart. "Just a little bit." She put her hand on his chest and started sliding it downward between their bodies. "But I'm not too drunk for other things..."
His dick jumped as her hand kept moving toward his belt, but Nick couldn't let her reach her goal. There was every chance she might try to literally get into his pants right here in the club. When she was drunk, she got really horny, and it was like all the fetters of her repressed upbringing went flying away, making her want to do all the naughty, dirty things she normally would struggle with.
Not that she held back her passion when she was sober, but there were just certain things she was a lot more reluctant todo. She'd told him she liked getting drunk and having him do debauched and perverted things to her. Sometimes she liked it when he tied her up and did those things too. It made her feel like it wasn't her 'fault' when she liked something while she was out of control. Nicholas liked seeing her blush and stammer when he would bring up all the nasty things they'd done later, when she was sober or when he'd untied her. His prissy little passionate pervert.
"Let's get you home baby, and we'll do all the other things that you want to," he said, giving her another kiss.
"Ooookay," sang Samantha, giggling more as she stumbled and Nicholas curved his arm around her. The girls all gave each other sloppy hugs goodbye before allowing themselves to be separated and led off.
Keeping Samantha away from his erection on the way home was a chore, as it always was. Nicholas solved the problem by asking her to play with herself instead of with him. The leggings gave her a little bit of a struggle, but she hitched her sweater dress up around her hips and managed to get her hand into the tight confines of her leggings. Her breathy moans had him hard as a rock as he did his best not to go over the speed limit.
"Show me your tits, baby, I want to see them while you play with yourself," he said, his tone making it more of a suggestion than an order. Samantha could be kind of contrary when she was drunk, but she responded well to suggestions.
Giving him a saucy little smile, she pulled the neckline of her sweater to the left and popped her boob out of her bra, making Nicholas moan again as her creamy flesh and pert pink nipple were exposed.
