Erotic Stories #9: Girls Night Out

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Girls Night Out
by Ember_TaystE

It was a Friday night in the middle of June. My first night without my husband and kids for months. This girl from work asked me out for drinks, and I was more than excited to accept. She was a little different than most of the employees at work, and by different, I mean she stood out. We were all in an office full of all-white rooms, and it was very drab. So when she was hired, you couldn’t help but look at her. She had black, straight hair—to the middle of her back—green eyes, and tattoos from the neck down. Most of her was covered up, but I was curious. She had this ‘gothic’ look about her, with thick black eyeliner, but her smile and dimples in her cheeks made her look sweet and, if I’m being honest, sexy. So when she approached me at the end of Thursday and invited me for drinks tomorrow night, I assumed the people from the office would be too.

I felt kind of silly, getting ready for that night, changing outfits over and over, like I was trying to impress someone or pick someone up at the bar. I mean, I’m married—happily married at that. So I decided on this tight, black dress, fishnet stockings, and boots to my thighs. Wondering to myself if I should put my contacts in instead of my glasses, but I stuck with my glasses. I left my bleached hair down and left it at its natural wave. Before walking out the house, my husband says, “Damn Em, stay home and wrap those legs around my face.” I smiled. I was flattered, and God knows, I’d love nothing more than to ride his face while he squeezes my ass. Now my mind had drifted somewhere else. “You know I need this. But have the kids in bed for when I get home, and I will submit to whatever you want.”

I get to my car, and I send Alexis a text, ‘Hey, you never did say what bar?’ She replied to me with her hotel address and room number. ‘Come up to my room; I am still getting ready, but I have a bottle of Crown we can pre-game with and head to the bar downstairs in the hotel.’ At first I was like, “That’s a little strange, but we don’t know each other that well.” Not like I know the other people from work, so it will give us a little time to get to know one another.

Soon I got to the hotel. I went straight up to her room and knocked. “Wow, you look so fucking hot.” She says. I’m blushing and a little thrown off from her comment, so I say to her, “Not as fucking hot as you are.” She smiled and let me in. Before I can say too much, she is pouring shots—she poured 8 shots! “Oh. Is someone else coming?” I asked. “No, bitch. I was doing four back-to-back.” She laughs. Well, there’s no better way to break the ice, I’m thinking to myself.

One down. Two down. Three down. Four. We were laughing and being silly the whole time, and before I knew it, I was drunk, and I realized she hadn’t been getting ready since I came in. She was still in her black, laced bra; black, laced panties; and her robe.

The laughter stops, just for a second, and I feel her pulling me closer. My heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe. She kissed me. And when she pulls back away, she bites her bottom lip. It’s still so quiet. We are just staring into each others eyes—she is so fucking sexy, and I could feel my pussy tingling and wet, just from a kiss. I couldn’t help it. I went in for it. Grabbing her head and pulling her in for another kiss. I have one hand wrapped in her hair, and I slide the other one down her tits, down her slim stomach, and before I put it in her panties, I stop kidding her, and I look one more time into her eyes to try to see if I could tell what she was thinking. She had this look like she desired more, and she put her hand on mine and slowly shoved it into her panties. Oh God, her pussy was wet and soft, so I started rubbing her clit and her pussy lips slowly—still staring her in the eyes. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, and she was moaning so softly, it was almost like a kitten purring. I finally asked her, “Can I please taste you?” She smiles at me and says, “No.” The words hit me like bricks in the chest. I was just about to take my hands off her clit when she said, “Don’t just taste me, fuck me.” She pulls me from the kitchen area of the hotel room, and she sits at the end of the bed. I sit on top of her, straddling her. I start kissing her again, and I feel her unzipping my dress. She helps me pull it off. Then I unstrap her bra and grab her nice perky titty, and I suck on her left nipple—licking it and biting it just a little. She is moaning loudly now, and I switch to the right nipple and do the same. Her moans are loud; she is so fucking hot when she moans.

She yells out, “Oh God, Ember, just fuck me, please. I need you.” So I lay her back on the bed and get on my knees, sliding her panties to the side. I take my mouth, and I suck on her clit, and I’m using my tongue to stick in and out of her pussy. I use my right hand and reach up, and I find her nipple, and I start rubbing her nipple while I fuck her with my tongue and mouth. She tasted so good. Alexis is moaning and begging me to make her cum. So I take my two fingers and slide them inside her. I’m working them in and out of her, listening to her pussy squish from all the cum and spit. She starts yelling, “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming.” Her legs are shaking, and her body is tense, and I feel her cum dripping on my face and hand. I look up at her, her face red but smiling. She told me to “come here,” so I climbed up on the bed, and she got up. I’m a little confused. “I have something for you,” she says to me. She goes into the bathroom and comes out with a huge pink strap, puts it around her bra, and walks to the bed. “Bend the fuck over.” Her tone was stern, but I did what she said. I felt her get back up on the bed and felt her behind me. She takes her hand and puts it in my face and tells me to spit. So I spit in her hand, and when I try to look at her from behind me, she shoves the arch of my back down. She slaps my ass and takes the spit in her hand and rubs it all over my pussy.

I almost didn’t know what to do, so I started to look at her again, and she spanked me again, and this time harder, pushed my back down, and told me to poke my pussy out. She didn’t even slide in me gently; all of a sudden the strap-on was all inside my pussy. I could feel it in my stomach, and she started fucking me so hard. She was slamming my pussy—pump, pump, pump, pump, pump. “You like that, you little shut?” She asked. What! “Say you love it, slut!” She says as she spanks me and pulls my hair back so hard—still pounding the fuck out of my insides. I could barely spit the words out; she was fucking so hard, and I was moaning so much. “Yes, I fucking love it,” I say, and she stops. “Come here,” she says to me. I crawl closer to her. She starts sucking on my breast and rubbing my clit as we are both on our knees on the bed.

This girl was amazing. All I wanted to do for the rest of my life, in this moment, was fuck this girl stupid. She started kissing me again, slowly and tenderly, which was a step back from her completely dominating me with a strap-on, but it was nice. “Ember?” She whispers in my ear. “Yes,” I reply. “Lay back on the fucking bed.” I nod my head and lie back, legs shaking. She grabs both my knees and spreads them apart. She gets on top of me, and I feel the strap-on enter my pussy. I let out a moan, and as soon as I did, she put one hand over my mouth and one around my throat. I tried to speak, but her hand muffles my voice, and I couldn’t finish what I was saying, as she gently slaps my cheek and looks me in the eyes and says, “Shut up, you fucking slut.” She moves her hand around my throat again, and I feel her moving her hips—one giant thrust inside me, over and over. My titties are bouncing up and down, and she’s choking me. Everything in the room was getting darker and darker. I wasn’t fighting it, but I was loving it. My pussy was squirting out around the strap-on, and I could feel the sheets getting soaked, as well as my thighs. My eyes were slowly closing, and her face was almost completely blurred out, and then it was silent.

By the time I came to, I awoke within an empty room. No Alexis, nothing. Just me, lying here naked. I grabbed my phone, and it was 3:15 a.m. Oh fuck, my husband is probably freaking out. I scramble for my clothes and start to get dressed—not remembering Alexis ripping my fishnet stockings. There’s no way I could wear them home, so I left them. When I went to grab my keys off the table of the hotel room, I found a note…

‘I loved fucking your brains out, and so will everyone else who watches the tape I made of us. They will get to imagine you as I know you will imagine me again. If you don’t want your family to know what a dirty whore you are, wait for my text next Friday, and I’ll tell you where to meet me again. This time, no cameras. Just you will be fucking me with that strap-on. If you ignore me, I’ll send the first copy to your husband’s email, and I will get your contacts out of your phone. Love you and miss you. Lexi.’

~ x ~

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