She showed up drunk. She knows I hate it when she does that. I worry about her, her behavior is so erratic lately and I am afraid I will get a call from the hospital. She loves to call me after she’s been to the bars. She hangs out close to where I live, and when she calls me before she goes out- to tell me that she will be partying locally, I can expect that she will show up later. Drunk, sometimes already fucked- but usually ready for more. This annoys me, but I never turn her away. At least she takes a cab.
Lacey poured out of this cab around 3AM this morning. I met her outside and walked her to the house. She was drunk and very playful. I peeled off her clothes and threw them over the shower door before taking her to bed. She sat on the edge of my bed and asked me, “Don’t you want to know who I met?”
“I’m glad you came here, and that you came alone.” I handed her four advil and a glass of water, ignoring her question. I looked at her, she was a mess. Her hair was in a bad excuse for a pony tail and lipstick was smeared on her lips. It wasn’t her lipstick though, it was a dark red, she doesn’t do dark red. “Whose lipstick is that?” I lifted her chin and rubbed over her lips with it, disapproving.
“Just a girl in the parking lot. Her boyfriend bet her that she would not kiss the first girl who walked out of the bar,” she laughed again and looked up at me, “I was the lucky one. We made out for about five minutes while people watched. You won’t believe how many people I danced with all night too.”
I tried not to visibly seethe at her. She was in her panties, sitting on the edge of my bed rattling on about the men she met and how hot she thought the girl with the red lipstick was. I stood in front of her and put my hand between her legs. Her pussy was hot, her panties were damp, “Shhh.” I didn’t want to hear anymore. She stopped mid sentence and opened her legs, sitting back on her hands. I used the washcloth I had grabbed and wiped her face, “Lets get this slutty color off of you. It makes you look trashy.” I wiped her lips clean and then kissed her hard. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, claiming her. With a weak moan, she laid back on the bed. I moved down her cheeks, biting at her jaw and grabbing at her tits. It didn’t matter how she misbehaved, she was just a slutty doll and I craved her.
“Rub your pussy for me, doll.” I stood back and watched her reach into her white lacey panties while I snapped her picture. I leaned down and slid my fingers under her panties, next to hers. Rubbing my ringers with hers into her slick pussy. I pushed my finger into her cunt while she stroked her clit. Her legs spead open, I leaned over her, resting my hand next to her head and fucked her with two fingers, “Spread your legs wide.” She complied and pushed her finger into my mouth. I sucked her pussy juice off her fingers and increased my speed. Fucking her, thrusting, pushing. She moaned and squirmed, thrusting her hips up to match my fingers.
“Good girl,” I said through teeth, “Are you my dirty slut?”
“Yes!” she panted, her hips starting to shake,”Yes! Please. Fuck me. Hard. Harder. Harderrrrr,” her shaking pelvis started to convulse and her hot pussy gripped down on my fingers. I dropped to my knees and moved down on her pussy. I lashed at her pussy with my tongue, hard fast flicks, covering her pussy with my lips and sucking on her clit. I curved my finger up and rubbed at her g-spot in small circles.
Her pussy rushed with her sweet cream and she came in hard waves. I kept moving on her clit and fucking her pussy until she cried out, and I slowed my movements on her. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. Then I slowly grazed my tongue over her again. Running my tongue through the folds of her cunt, lazily, until her breathing slowed and she stopped shaking.
When she was relaxed, I slid both hands on her pussy and spread her lips wide. Exposing her beautiful pink cunt to me once more. Her clit was still a smooth hard bud. I lowered my mouth on her once more- and licked her hot slick pussy until she came for me, one more time.

























