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“Hey, pretty girl. How’s it going?” Chris asks swimming over to the edge of his massive inground pool.
You drop your things on one of the lounge chairs and stretch your arms over your head, “Oh you know, same old, same old.” You chuckle, grateful to unwind after a long day of job hunting.
Having just completed your third college semester, you enjoyed the sanctuary his backyard lent you. Filled with various palms and vegetation, a trickling waterfall, and the stacked bar, it was heaven on earth.
Chris was one of your dad’s closest (and most handsome) friends. Only recently had you gotten to know him, bonding over a silly meme one night at a party and from there he became a part of your life.
He allowed you to come over whenever you wanted as long as you gave him a heads up. “You know, just in case I have any…,” His lips pull into a smirk when he sneaks a glimpse over the rim of his sunglasses at your curves. “Women friends spending the night.”
The crystal blue water ripples as he swims another lap across the pool. This is one of the many activities he uses to stay in shape aside from one particular, salacious activity. His words, not yours.
You walk to the edge of the glistening pool and dip your toes in. It’s cool and refreshing, and the tattooed man makes it feel that much better.
After a final lap, he rises from the pool like a Greek god.
Water drips down his immaculate body, curving over the taut muscles. His tiny, barely there swim trunks could easily be mistaken for boxer briefs they were so tight.
You clench your jaw from dropping at the wicked sight.
He pads to your left, splashing you with a bit of water as he reaches for a towel. “Oops. Sorry.” It lacks sincerity but you could care less.
His muscles bounce with every swipe of the towel as he dries himself off.
“I’m gonna lie out for a bit.” He nods towards the lounge before reaching for the tanning oil.
That golden chain bounces against his hairy, inked chest and his intimidating package bulges with every step as he makes his way around the pool.
You try to distract yourself as you sit on the pool edge and stare at your reflection before kicking it away. You’d only been in his presence less than 5 minutes and already you can’t stop yourself from being pulled in his direction.
He makes sure to catch your eye when he slathers his muscles in tanning oil. Slowly rubbing his hands over every inch of his expansive chest and rippling torso. Putting on a show that would be illegal if he wasn’t in the comfort of his own backyard.
You squirm against the heated concrete as he holds your gaze with a smirk. Your core clenches hard when he slides his slippery fingers down the v cut of his hips and pushes the thin briefs down a bit further.
He’s got a small tattoo at the base of his hips and thick auburn hair circles the beginning of what looks like a well endowed cock.
Your mind swirls with heady arousal making you feel faint.
“Hey, Sweetheart,” he calls out, grinning when you jolt from your horny stupor. “Help me get my back?”
You hesitantly push to your feet and walk over to the hulk of a man as he tosses you the bottle.
“Rub a generous layer on, please.” He requests, turning away and giving you a clear view of his sculpted back. You swallow the lump in your throat and pour the liquid into your palms.
You smooth the oil along his shapely shoulders, down his spine, and slowly massage the ornate muscles.
“Damn that feels good. Your hands are so soft, Sweetheart.”
You’re a mess. Between the praise and being able to rub your hands all over his back, it’s no wonder you’re in ruins.
Chris turns around after you smooth the final layer on his freckled skin and you feel an imaginary punch hit you sqaure in the belly.
His once tight swim trunks are now extremely and overtly tight as his cock throbs, pushing against the thin material with a twitch.
You avert your eyes, looking anywhere but the enormous package that’s aching to be released.
“Ah, yeah, that happens when pretty girls touch me.” He plays it cool and sits down on the lounge chair, stretching his limbs with a sigh.
You fidget with the oil still smeared on your hands unsure of what to do with the mess until you spot his towel.
“Ah ah,” Chris chides with a raised brow. “That’s a waste of good oil.”
His head drops to his chest and his eyes flick from his straining swim trucks up to your dazed eyes. “I think you could put your hands to good use.”
Heat burns your cheeks at the insinuation. “Really? Is that such a good idea?” You teethe your lip nervously.
“Come on, bein’ a goodie two shoes is overrated.” He says as he palms his cock with a husky groan. “It’ll be our little secret.”
How could you say no to such a tempting offer?
“‘Atta girl.” Chris praises as you sink onto the lounge next to him, pressing your thigh against his before carefully tugging the wet material down his thighs.
His hefty cock flops against his trim belly with a dull thud, eliciting a pathetic whimper from your lips.
“See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?”
Warmth blossoms in your chest at the nickname and sinks into the confines of your core, drowning your pussy in arousal.
He’s so unbelievably girthy. Your fingers don’t even touch as you cautiously wrap them around his cock. The bulbous crown pulses red at the tip making you lick your lips greedily.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Chris praises, as his head falls back onto the lounge with a groan. “Up and down, milk my cock.”
You slowly swirl your grip around his length, tugging steadily and hanging on every noise that squeezes from his throat.
“God damn your hands are fuckin’ amazin’.” His brow furrows as he bites his plump bottom lip with a guttural moan.
Your core throbs, pounding like a beating heart as more slick drips into the lining of your bikini. You clamp your thighs together desperate to quell the terrible twinge that gets stronger by the second.
“Awe. Is my pretty girl’s pussy achin’? ” Chris taunts with an exaggerated pout. “She gettin’ all wet and drippin’ for some attention?”
In a flash, he maneuvers your body so it’s laying over his.
Your knees are propped on either side of his head while his cock stands at attention directly in front of your face.
“Such a fine fuckin’ ass you have.” He takes a bite of your supple flesh causing you to jolt forward with a whimper from the harsh treatment. The slick tip smacks against your chin and leaves a sticky stain of precum and oil.
“Keep goin’, Sweetheart. I’m just gonna have a taste.”
Chris pulls the drenched lining of your bottoms to the side and growls. The basement deep vibrations rumble through your body as a strand of slick stretches with his movements until it breaks and snaps back onto your soaked core.
“Lookit’ how wet this little pussy is. You’re absolutely gushin’.” Breath fans your skin as he takes a deep whiff of your folds.
“Fuck.” He grits his teeth and thrusts his hips toward your face, dribbling more precome down the mushroom crown. “If that’s not the sweetest smellin’ cunt.” He takes another deep breath before attaching his mouth to your cunt like a dog to a bone.
“O!” You squeal and grasp the base of his cock for leverage as his tongue dives between your weeping folds. He caresses your velvet walls and widens your convulsing channel with unmatched prowess.
A sharp blow lands on your behind. “Didn’t I say keep going?” Chris grunts, detaching from your sopping heat for a moment before diving back in.
Your mind races to catch up on the task, literally at hand, and you grasp the obscenely thick base giving it a few quick jerks. Chris groans into your flesh with every stroke of your fist. His cock throbs, steadily dribbling as you circle the reddened tip with tight swirls.
His beard scratches your tender folds as he eats you whole, sending shocks up your spine as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He teases the tiny nub with harsh flicks and violent swipes forcing you to the edge quicker than anyone ever has before.
Your hands clutch his cock for dear life as a blinding light explodes behind your eyes.
“‘Atta girl.” Chris mumbles against your shiny core as you writhe against his face and grind on his tongue, prolonging the pleasure.
You slump forward resting your head on one of his burly thighs to catch your breath but Chris has other plans.
“Let’s see how messy this pussy can get.”
Just then a thick wad of spit hits your folds. You recoil with a gasp but Chris snakes his hold even tighter around your thighs.
“Can’t fake that innocent bullshit with me, Sweetheart. Your pussy fuckin’ clenched when I spat on it.” He deviously gloats.
Your belly flips with embarrassment but he was right. You fucking loved it.
A whine slips from your throat as you push your sticky cunt toward his face ignoring any shameful thoughts that try to surface.
“There you go. Just let me do the thinkin’.”
Chris taps two fingers against your swollen petals before pushing them into your quivering core and pulling a desperate moan from you.
“Stroke my cock, Sweetheart.” He commands gruffly, gliding his digits along your walls. “But remember, if you stop. I’ll stop.”
You clench around his thick fingers at the threat. With new found, albeit anxious energy, you begin stroking his cock again. His veiny girth glistens in the sunlight as you steadily pump in time with the fingers that thrust into your cunt.
“Shit– yes, such a good girl.” He locks his lips around your clit adding to the overwhelming bliss.
His fingers search out that spongy spot behind your clit as your hands milk him from base to tip, making his abs tighten with each stroke. When your cunt locks down on him, he curls his fingers and focuses all his attention on that special spot.
“Chris– oh fuck!” you cry as your core floods with slick and he shoves and twists his fingers deep inside. Your rhythm lags and you falter with slowing tugs when the rapture begins to suffocate you.
Chris ‘tuts’ and slows his fingers to the same languid pace.
“Thought you were better than this. Thought this greedy cunt wanted to come.” he chides, smacking your ass.
A whiny apology tumbles from your lips as your pace renews and you swirl your thumb around the tip after every upward stroke. You feel him smile into your pussy, pleased with your attitude before he latches his lips around your clit once more.
Your hips drive back onto his fingers and jaw chasing your pleasure like it was the last thing on earth. His cock throbs under your touch as his own ecstasy rapidly mounts.
“I’m gonna come all over that pretty face.” He muses, lapping at the spill of arousal that drips from your core. “Mark you up real nice.”
Your cunt flutters at his lewd statement and your hands twist faster around his length, desperate to be covered in his spend.
“Come on, Sweetheart.” Chris commands with a ragged growl, balls ready to empty. “Wanna feel how tight this cunt can get.”
Your body lurches as you come with a shout, squirting your creamy release all over his fingers and beard.
With a gravelly groan, his sack tightens and he splashes hot waves of come across your face. Your chin, lips, and cheeks are painted in his gummy seed as he trembles beneath you while you milk his balls for every last drop.
A few blissful moments later, he lightly smacks your thigh signaling you to move. You crawl off his body and sit at the end of the lounge while he tucks his softening cock away.
He curls a finger at you. “Come ‘ere. Let me look at you.”
You crawl between his spread thighs as he cups your stained face in his palms. He drinks up the sight and grins deviously at you covered in his gluey white spend.
“Gotta make sure you rub it in completely or else it won’t work.” He quips with a wink while dragging his fingers through the thick fluid and massages his sticky seed into your skin.
Your purr under his touch and flutter your lashes up at him. Maybe he was right. Being the bad girl was more fun.