Slutty Shaughna

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#45 Reunited

The moment I hear the front door open, I rush into the hallway and jump Dshawn. His trip lasted two days longer than scheduled, which means it was five days ago when I last saw him.

“Wow,” he breathes when his back hits the wall from the impact of me throwing myself at him. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

I kiss him hard, already moving to take off his jacket. He laughs into our kiss and pulls back so he can put his coat and bag away. While he takes his shoes off, I open the door to the bedroom and sit on the bed, waiting for him. I’ve been waiting for him to come home for hours, sitting on the couch in a constant state of excitement. It took so long that I ended up showering, blow-drying my hair, doing my make-up, putting on some fancy lingerie and tying a robe over it. I’m more than ready for him to finally join me in the bedroom. It’s been too long.

When he walks in and sees me sitting there, my robe falling open a little to reveal the top of my black lacy bra, he smiles knowingly.

“I missed you too, baby,” he says in his dark seductive voice. “But I’m really tired, and I actually just want to go to sleep. Rain check?”

I jump up so I can push him onto the bed, laughing when he groans from the impact. “Don’t give me that crap, Dshawn. I’ve been missing you like crazy. You spent all fucking day texting me about all the things you were going to do to me the moment you got home. Well, you’re home. Time to make good on all those dirty promises.”

He grunts when I drop my robe to the floor, looking up at me hungrily. “Damn, woman, you look sexy enough to make my heart stop beating.”

I crawl onto the bed and start taking off his clothes one by one, kissing and touching him while I do. He just lies there, enjoying the attention for a moment. When I’ve finally got him naked, he flips me onto my back and starts kneading my breasts through my bra while he kisses my neck. His erection is pressed against my thong, making me grind against him.

“Oh you smell good,” he says, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. “I spent five days with two stinky guys in a small hotel room. It’s so good to finally hold my girl again.”

“Hmm…” I agree, enjoying his body against mine. “Five days is too long. You’re not allowed to ever leave me alone for that long ever again.”

“I don’t know about that.” His tone is seductive again. “If this is how you greet me when you’ve been missing me… maybe I should take trips like this more often.” Finally, he takes off my bra and his mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking hard before moving to the other to run his tongue over it. “You even taste good,” he mumbles against my skin. “Fucking hell, I missed you.”

“I love you,” I breathe, happy to be able to say those words to him again without having to talk into a phone. “So much.”

“I’m never going to get enough of you saying those words to me,” he says before pressing kisses down to the edge of my thong. “Love you too, baby.” His teeth take the fabric of my thong between them, tugging gently. “Want me to take those off?”

“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes.”

He pulls it down my legs, running his hands over my body once I’m naked, making sure every part of me gets attention, except for one part… And of course, that’s the place I want his hands the most. He keeps teasing me, kissing and touching my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, my neck…

When I’ve finally had enough, I flip us over so I’m on top, giving him the same treatment. He keeps bucking his hips, trying to get me to pay attention to his rock-hard penis, but it’s payback time, so I make sure to refrain from touching it. When I move over his body and purposefully draw my boobs over his penis, touching him there for the first time tonight, he moans loudly.

Okay, I can’t do this anymore. I’m too damn horny. I move down a little more and take him into my mouth completely, running my tongue over his shaft. His hands knot in my hair and he helps me find the perfect pace, groaning when I suck him into me a little harder. It doesn’t take him long to fill my mouth with his cum, and I swallow it down with a smile. I even missed the taste of him these past few days.

I can tell that he wants to pleasure me now, but I move my mouth back to his penis and keep kissing, licking and stroking it with my tongue until finally, after a long time, he grows hard again, ready to go for another round. I straddle him and sink down on him, moaning when he fills me up.

“Fuck,” he says, sounding breathless. “Oh you feel so good.”

I start moving, eager to get off as well. His hands find my nipples, tugging and pinching, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Talk to me,” I order him. The moment is perfectly sweet and cute, but I need some good old-fashioned dirty talk right now.

“You’re so tight,” he breathes, bucking his hips so he is as deep in me as possible. “My dick has been aching for you all week.”

I moan and make small circles with my hips, enjoying how he twitches inside of me, rubbing over that place inside of me that never fails to get me off.

“I bet you’ve been taking a lot of long, hot showers,” Dshawn says, grabbing my hips so he can slam me down on him in a faster pace. “Using the shower head to reach your peak, moaning my name, wishing I was there to take you. Well, here I am, baby, inside of you.”

I’m so close, but I don’t seem to be able to push myself over the edge just yet, no matter how good he’s making me feel. I need… I need him to talk down to me, to call me names, to do what I’ve had so many other guys do to me before. But… this is Dshawn and he respects me, and he’s never called me names before during sex.

“Tell me,” he says, suddenly holding still so he can look at me. “Something is on your mind. Tell me what you need me to do.”

I look down into his wide brown eyes and lean in to kiss him softly. “Could you… could you call me… a dirty little slut?”

His breath escapes in a surprised huff. “Really? I don’t want to make you feel bad. You know I think the world of you, Shaughna. You’re not a slut. You’re wonderful, strong, sexy woman who is open about her sexual desires and that’s hot as fuck, but I don’t want to-”

“I am a slut,” I insist, already feeling closer to my peak. I move my hips a few times, moaning at the way his dick feels inside of me. “I’ve been waiting for you for hours, wearing sexy lingerie, wishing you’d come home to fuck me. I’m such a horny little slut for you, Dshawn.”

“Yeah you are,” he agrees with a grunt, deciding to go along with what I want. “You’re such a naughty little vixen. Now get off of me and get on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know what to do with yourself.”

Panting, I lift myself off of him and do as he says, crying out his name when he pushes back into me from behind. To my surprise, he puts one of his hands on my ass, his finger moving over my asshole, pushing against it until it closes around him. He pulls back and does it again, sending shivers down my spine. It’s not something I want often, but it feels right tonight.

“Every single part of your body wants me inside of you,” he tells me in that sexy deep voice of his. “You’re just begging for me to fill you up completely, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan, “please.”

“Of course you want that. You’re such a slut for me, willing to let me have my way with you.” He gently pushes a finger into my puckered little hole. Judging by his own groans, this is arousing for him as well as me. “I’m going to really fuck you know, vixen. And you’re going to come for me, hard and fast, screaming out my name.”

“Yes!” I cry out when he starts trusting in and out in a fast, hard pace. “Yes, Dshawn, oh God!”

I collapse onto the bed, my body shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. Instead he keeps fucking me, harder and harder, faster and faster. He wiggles his finger inside of me a little, making me gasp.

“Come again,” he orders. “Now.”

Almost immediately, my pussy spasms around him, eager to please him as another wave of pleasure washes over me. He slowly pulls his finger out of me, but he doesn’t stop pounding into me. His other hand snakes around me, willing its way between me and the mattress so he can thumb my clit roughly.

“Again,” he grunts into my ear while his body covers mine completely. “Come for me, dirty little slut. Let me hear you moan.”

It’s getting hard to breathe right now, but my body doesn’t care. It just shudders in pleasure, responding to every command Dshawn gives me.

“So wet,” he grunts in approval. “I love hearing you come. One more, Shaughna. Give me one more. If you’re really a slut for me, you will come around me one last time while I blow my load into you. I’ll count down for you, vixen. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I cry into the blankets. I’m already right back on the edge.

“Good girl.” He’s got an edge to his voice that I’ve never heard before, so dark and commanding. I fucking love it. “Three… two… one… Now!” the last word is shouted into my ear, causing me to give into him immediately.

Together, we fall apart, moaning and panting.

“Fuck,” he curses when he rolls off of me, finally allowing me to get some air into my lungs. “Fuck that was hot. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, rolling onto my side and snuggling up to him. “That was… oh…”

He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Good to know.”

We remain silent for a while, just enjoying the closeness and intimacy of the moment. After a while, he gets up to get wash his hands and he comes back with a wet cloth to clean me up. I open my legs for him and he runs the cloth over my thighs and my wet folds, sticky from his cum.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to it once it’s clean. “I think I missed you the most,” he says against it, his hot breath getting me wet all over again.

“Dshawn,” I breathe, bucking my hips up to press myself against his mouth. “Unless you want to start all over again, you should really stop right now.”

In response, he flicks his tongue over my clit, causing me to moan loudly. I’m sensitive and raw, but this just feels too good to say no to. I’ve been dreaming of his mouth on me for five days straight. I’ve honestly never met a guy who loves giving oral as much as he does, and I’m not one to complain.

“Hmm…” he murmurs against me, making me shiver. “I can still taste myself on you.”

When he dives back in, sucking and licking like he hasn’t already given me four orgasms while he was fucking me, I feel the pleasure building back up. Just when I feel like I can’t take any more, the waves start rolling over me. He seriously needs to write a guide on how to do this to girls, because he could make millions by selling it to guys wanting to please their girlfriends. He’s got me worked into a frenzy of a never-ending orgasm, making a high-pitched sound burst out of my mouth. This time, I don’t have to beg him to stop. He makes me see stars and then stops when he feels like I’ve had all I can handle. He presses a few kisses to my lower regions, making me shudder from the aftershocks. God, he’s good.

“Missed you so much, baby,” he says softly as he moves back up, pulling me into him so my head is on his chest.

“Love you,” I murmur back, slowly coming back to earth. “You are so good at that. Best I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” he asks smugly. “You’re not just saying that because you love me?”

“I never lie about sex,” I breathe, kissing his chest. “I am easy to please, but you don’t just please me, you… you rock my world. How did you learn how to do… that? Before you, I’ve never had an orgasm that lasts that long, building up again and again and again…”

He laughs softly. “I don’t think you want to know.”

I prop myself up on my elbow so I can look down on him. “Ex-girlfriend? Oh, please don’t say Caroline…”

“No, not Caroline. I had a one-night stand that lasted for an entire day a few years back, well… a one-day stand, I guess. With…” He wiggles his eyebrows, enjoying how curious I am. “With a lesbian.”

“A lesbian?” I repeat. “But… you’re a man!”

“Wow, you’re so smart,” he teases. “We met on one of the apps, and she said that she wanted to sleep with a man, to try it, even though she liked girls. And I had just broken up with someone and could use some excitement, so I figured… why not? She basically spent the entire day teaching me all about how to give better oral, how to prolong an orgasm, how to tease… And of course, she sucked my dick and we fucked a few times.”

“That’s hot,” I say, feeling aroused even though I don’t have it in me to start down this road again. My body is spent. “I’ll eternally be grateful to her.”

“Hey, I was pretty good even before she showed me a few extra tricks,” he huffs. “I’ve always loved giving oral. It’s very… intimate. And why exactly do you think it’s hot that I slept with a lesbian?”

I shrug. “I don’t know, it just is. I slept with a girl once. I much prefer dicks, especially yours, but it was good to try it once, so I get why she’d want to be pounded by a man even though she prefers to eat pussy.”

“You slept with a girl?” Dshawn growls and grabs my ass roughly. “Fuck, what are you doing to me, little vixen? If you keep talking about this, I’m going to go have to fuck you again.”

“I’m already raw,” I complain, but when he slips a hand between my legs and circles my clit with his finger, I moan anyway. “Okay,” I decide. I don’t even care that I will be sore as hell tomorrow. “Do you like to imagine me with another girl?” I ask huskily, smiling at how excited he is. “Our breasts touching as we kiss, her hands in my hair while I move my hands down her body…”

He curses when I start jerking him off and he rolls on top of me so he can swat my hand away and sink back into me, groaning in approval at how wet I am.

“She had such a tight little pussy,” I whisper in his ear. “I put two fingers in there, but three wouldn’t possibly fit. Your dick never would have fit into her. You’re too big.”

“Fuck,” he pants, slamming into me faster and making me moan. “Keep talking.”

“I met her at Animals,” I say, remembering that hot night a few years ago. It’s the only time I ever slept with a girl, and I enjoy thinking about it from time to time, but truth is I didn’t enjoy it nearly as much as I like sleeping with men. Talking about it to Dshawn does get me hot, truth me told, and the idea of him sleeping with a lesbian… I imagine that it’s the same girl I slept with and I moan. “She’d been staring at me while I poured drinks behind the bar, and we kept flirting all night long, until I decided to just go for it, and she told me she’d wait for me outside. I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her while her hands slid under my shirt and cupped my breasts.”

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he curses, his breath becoming shallow and his moves erratic.

I throw my legs around him, urging him to take me deeper. He hits that spot within me over and over again, making me moan. “I ate her out,” I manage to say between moans. “I stuck my tongue inside her pussy, sucked her clit into my mouth… and…” Oh God, I’m close again.

“Did she go down on you too?” Dshawn grunts into my ear. “Please, tell me she did.”

“Yes,” I moan, “yes, she did, but you’re better. You’re so much better.”

“Yeah I am,” he grunts before he pushes into me one last time, hard and deep.

We come together again, so perfectly in synch tonight that I feel like we’re becoming one person. My pussy quivers and aches when he pulls out, and I know that this has to be the last round for real. If we go again, I’m going to start bleeding internally.

“I love you so much,” Dshawn mumbles into my hair, inhaling my scent. “I’m never going to let you go. You’re all mine. Always.”

“Yes,” I agree, draping myself around him lazily. “I am.”

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