By special request from @GoldieDuVall, Nasty Fridays comes to Wednesday. Hope this helps you guys over the hump day.
He told me he didn’t want to fuck. He was just stopping by for a quick lunch before he had to get back to work. He was freshly pressed and rushing and he didn’t want to get sweaty. So he said he didn’t want to fuck me.
So I did what any self-respecting woman would do. I welcomed him with a warm smile and lunch waiting for him. I served him, we ate, I cleared the table. Made pleasant conversation with him as I walked him to the door. And then, as he leaned in to kiss me goodbye, I slid my hand down his pants.
“Babe,” he said “I told you I don’t have time to fuck. I have to get back to work” he said.
So I stroked his already-hard dick. Moaned deep in my throat as I kissed him. Murmured in his ear that I wasn’t trying to fuck, I was just giving him a warm goodbye. Told him he could leave whenever he was ready. Let him go and walked over to the bed.
“Okay I’m leaving now,” he said as he watched me curiously, puzzled that I gave in so easily. I told him goodbye and wished him a good afternoon as I turned my back to him, pulled my dress off over my head.
Standing in the open doorway, he reminded me that he had to go back to work. “So go.” I told him. “I’m just getting comfortable”. And I stretched out on the couch in nothing but a lacy thong.
He groaned. “What are you doing?” he asked plaintively. Ignoring him, I stretched languidly, then began to languidly stroke myself. As I slowly raked my fingers over my body, toying with my nipples and sliding down to my wet pussy, I heard the door close and his footsteps approach.
He stood over me, stroking his dick as he watched me. ”You are so bad!” he said. I looked up at him, all innocent eyes and heaving breasts. I kept stroking myself as he pulled off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, flinging them both to the floor and reaching for me.
I stood up and kissed him again. Then I unbuttoned his pants. I pulled them down with the speed of a magician. Pushed him on the bed and stood over him for a moment; triumph in my eyes.
And then I jumped him.
I climbed on top of him and rubbed my wet pussy on him. Watched his eyes widen and heard his breath catch as he felt the heat of my pussy on his dick. He was ready to slip inside but I swatted his hands away. I made him wait. I teased him, rocking on top of him, playing with my nipples. I looked him dead in his eye and told him every nasty thing I was about to do to him.
“Don’t you have to get back to work?” I asked, my pussy hovering over the tip of his dick. He gave a strangled groan and tried to pull me down on him. He was past ready but I made him wait. I kept grinding on him. Kept moaning for him. Kept asking him if he wanted to leave, if he still thought his job was more important than fucking me. My pussy got wetter and wetter and I kept asking him if he wanted to feel it.
And finally I made my descent. I lowered myself down onto him. Rocked on him. Fucked him. Squeezed my pussy muscles on the down stroke and worked the tip on the up. I fucked him and fucked him until he came with a moan so loud it shook the room.
I climbed off him, looked down at him as he poked at his ears with a distressed expression on his face. Before I could ask what was wrong he exclaimed “Oh my God I can’t hear! You fucked me deaf!”.
“That’s what happens when you act like you don’t want to fuck me,” I said, a smirk of satisfaction on my face.
And that’s the story of the time I fucked a man deaf. And for the record, I’m pretty sure that if you fuck a man so good that he loses your hearing, you’re officially awarded uranium pussy status.