The Waiting Game

It's Tuesday. I've had a couple of drinks. Rum. 


I'm playing the waiting game.


The waiting game is that time when you're all ready to go, but have no place to be yet.


Tonight I'm off to fuck my (s)Ex. I'm hoping he'll have a few drinks and I can get him to actually play nasty with me tonight. He wants me to squirt. I've told him the basics. If I do though, I know I'll want more. I'll want to confess all my dirty little fantasies to him.


He'll freak. He'll probably cry like the good boy he is.


How do I tell him if he wants me to actually squirt he's going to need to get far dirtier. Far far dirtier than he ever has.


I'm pouring another rum as I ponder this.


I'm sexting my friends ex-boyfriend. He's gay. I just want to be in a beautiful threesome with him again. The first and last time we had a threesome it was fucking beautiful.


My friend was driving. The two boys had broken up. We went out partying as friends. We had been at the bar. This story will be so much easier if I give them names. So tonight, we'll call them Thick and Long. One has a thick cock. It's average in length. The other one has an average girthed cock but it's beautiful and long.


So, we're driving across the city to take Thick home. Long is driving. We're most of the hour and a bit drive to his place, and we stumble across a traffic stop. Random breathalyser test. So Long steps out. Thick and I were sure he was trashed. We both were. The policeman tells Long to step out of the vehicle. I kneel up on the front seat, peering over at Thick with raised eyebrows. A uniformed officer gets into the vehicle and suggests I might want to wear a seatbelt whilst he parks Longs car.


The officer parks Longs car, tells us the wait could be 20 minutes or could be much longer.  I slip off my seatbelt. It's winter. The alcohol isn't keeping me warm and I didn't pack a jacket. The officer could see we were both drunk and had taken Longs keys.  I climb into the back with Thick. We lean against each other, laughing about the night. Thick looks at me intently. He tells me I'm beautiful. He kisses me.


My lips were on fire. He feels amazing. He whispers. I haven't been with a girl in years and years. I don't know what I'm doing.


I'm speechless. 


I want him to relax.


I hop on my knees on the back seat of the car. The windows are foggy from the breathing and talking. My tiny black dress barely covers my ass. It's a blessing the windows are foggy. I unzip his pants and kiss him again. 


I gently lick his hard cock. I can sense he's nervous. He brushes his fingers through my brown hair, pulling it up off my face. He's watching me lick and kiss the head of his cock. I'm turning him on. I'm focussing on the head of his cock, wanting him to relax before I do anymore. I feel his hands ease a little. That's my cue. I start to suck, drawing more of him into my mouth. I hear him gasp and say my name. I can tell that he's enjoying it. He reaches under neath my dress and touches my panties. He tells me he can't believe how wet they are. Thicks voice rasping because I'm turning him on. He grabs my hair, pushing his thick cock into my mouth, pulling my head up and pushing down again. 


The click of the door catch is deafening, as is the sharp cold air straight across my exposed ass.


Thick freezes. His arm muscles tense up, meaning I'm stuck, his cock deep in my throat. 


The silence hangs in the air, the breeze still blowing. My tiny soaking wet g string isn't providing me with much protection. 


I wriggle my knees nervously. My knees are on Longs jacket. Thicks cock hardens in my mouth. 


Thick speaks first.
"Lick her ass"


I feel his fist tighten on my hair, dick in my throat. He's no longer frozen, he's holding me there.


I feel the weight of Long climb into the car behind me. He shuts the door. The cold breeze stops. He pushes the dress up the rest of the way, slips his finger inside the front of my panties, pulling his finger back along my pussy towards my ass slowly. Gently lifting the lace from between my cheeks.


I feel a warm wet tongue against my ass. I quiver. Thick starts to pull my head up and down. Long is licking my asshole hard. I hear Longs zipper. His cock is rock hard, and he's freeing it from the constraints of his pants.


He shoves his tongue hard into my ass, and starts jerking his cock. Before long, the front of his thighs are pressed hard against the back of mine. He presses his cock into my pussy. I'm wet. My panties are soaking.


My moans are muffled by Thicks cock filling up my mouth. The two boys aren't exactly gentle. They fuck my mouth and my pussy at the same time. I came hard. Repeatedly. My legs start to shake.


Long pulls out. Pushing me aside and starts to suck Thicks hard cock. I play with Longs cock and balls.  Trying to get him close, I start to suck hard. Long and Thick are both moaning. Longs mouth as full as mine. I get all of Longs cock into my mouth and throat. It takes a while.


Long comes first. I swallow hard. As Thick is about to come, Long stops sucking and grabs my hair, making me suck him and swallow his cum too. 


We all lean against the back seat of the car. Thick and Long have both quit smoking. I light one and pass it to my left and Thick takes it. I light one and pass it to my right and Long takes it. I light another and we sit and smoke. I look down at my designer label dress. There is cum on the fabric covering my tits. I don't know who it belongs to. I straight the hem at the bottom. The dry cleaning bill on this beauty is going to kill me. Who gets come on a five hundred dollar dress?


We slowly finish our cigarettes and dress and begin to drive. The conversation is comfortably quiet.


I drift off to sleep before we reach Thicks house. Long carries me to my warm waiting bed on the other side of town an hour and a bit later. Tucking me in.


And my problem for tonight? 


All I have to do is blurt out and tell a guy I want him to be a little more assertive with me. Sounds pretty easy after all that. Right?