Fuck friend ep 2 [m/f] | 2016

I said in my first story about fucking my friend Stacey that it happened again. This is episode 2.

It was a few months later, on another business trip. It was to be the same prelude to the evening: on one of my nights off I was meeting up with a gang of friends there, including Stacey. This time, though, I had a hotel room to myself. I was urgently hoping that the night would go the same as last time when I made my way to the bar where we were all meeting.

The night started the same: the gang was there, we all had beers and cocktails and wine, and laughed and caught up. It was a lot of fun. Stacey and I laughed along with everyone else, without a hint of what had happened last time. No one else in the group knew.

Like the previous time, we hit a bar or two. And, as before, people started to bow out as the night got late, though the party pretty much broke up all at once this time. Stacey said she was walking to the train, and I said I'd walk with her. Off we went together.

As we walked away from everyone else I dropped in the casual comment; something like, "So, do you really have to go home now?"

"No," she said. "What did you have in mind?" Her smile and tone made it clear that these were just games.

"I've got my own hotel room this time."

"Okay, but let's have another drink first." She was drawing the anticipation out a bit further. God, this woman was awesome.

We found another bar, crowded and a bit dive-y, and sat and had a beer to finish off the night. We chatted a bit more, dropping heavy flirty messages, grabbing a furtive touch or kiss here and there. We'd had a taste before and knew what was coming. The pretence didn't last too long.

Outside I said that it wasn't very far to walk to my hotel. "Fuck that," says Stacey, "I'm not waiting," and hails us a taxi.

The cab ride wasn't long but we couldn't wait. I started feeling her up in the back seat, sliding my hand up her leg and rubbing her crotch through her clothes. She returned the favour, reaching over to rub my cock-bulge. Above the waist we continued to act and speak normally, not giving the driver any indication of the throbbing and lubrication that was going on down below.

At the hotel we went straight up to my room and started to relax. A glass of water, a chance to sit down, taking it easy. It was a small suite, with a couple of rooms. But at some point - I might have gone to the bathroom - I walked into the part of the rooms where Stacey was and her pants were off. She was casually standing there, t-shirt and underwear. Playtime was obviously on.

I grabbed her and threw her onto the bedroom. We started rolling around, pulling off clothes while kissing, straining to extract ourselves in a pretty inefficient manner because we wanted to grope and taste as we went.

Soon we were naked and the sucking began. The exact sequence is lost in a blur now but I sucked on her clit and licked her pussy, and she sucked on my cock, and at some point we rolled into a sideways 69 to both at the same time.

Stacey was squirting like crazy, and my face and the bed were getting very wet. I'd never met a woman who gushed so much, and it was turning me on.

Fingers went into pussy. I made her finger herself while I watched and stroked my cock. That was fantastic: she writhed and moaned and looked at me. I rubbed her clit some more, making her squirt and grab at me, waves of fuck-lust making her gasp.

I couldn't wait any longer to be inside her, to slide my cock into her cunt in a way I hadn't been able to in the bathroom stall at the bar on the first night. I put her on all fours and slid into her, grabbed her ass, and started fucking.

I don't think we lasted that way too long. I pulled out, grabbed Stacey's hips, rolled her over onto her back, and pressed down on her, kissing her. I slipped my dick back into her gushing wet pussy, lifted her legs upwards a bit and squeezed her ass so that her pussy tightened on me even further.

I started fucking her again and this time it was too intense. The pressure built quickly, I pulled out, and came all over her, long thick gobs of it. Spent.

Stacey says, "If you were a woman we could keep going." Sexy slut.

I offered for her to stay but she knows when to call it a night, and she kisses me and makes her way home.

This will not be the last Stacey story.