I’m really good at connecting with

’m really good at connecting with people who are good to me, so when one of my friends got frustrated, I was there for him. His girlfriend had broken up with him a month earlier and he wasn’t doing so well, and he was so sexually frustrated. He said he was so used to having orgasms with his girlfriend that he was losing sleep. I couldn’t let it go, so I offered him my pussy like any good friend would and said, “Let’s go.”

We were at his place when he told me all this, and I offered myself. I was wearing a sundress that barely covered my ass, with no bra underneath. I was basically serving myself on a silver platter. He was hesitant at first, but I told him it wouldn’t affect our friendship or how I saw him at all, that I was just a friend helping a friend. Then he leaned over and put his arm around me. He pulled me closer, his lips hovering over mine. It was really hot, holding a man and feeling his strength when I had never thought of him that way before. It made me realize that he wasn't just my friend, but a man with needs that could drive me crazy.

He kissed me, and I kissed him back, eager to explore this other side of him. I slid onto his lap, brushing against his pants as I opened my mouth for his tongue. His hands slid up and down my sides, tracing my spine and teasing my breasts through my dress. I smiled against his lips, happy that he was getting into it, I could tell by the hardness growing beneath me.

He kissed my jaw, then my throat, burying his face in the crook where my neck met my shoulder. He slid the strap of my sundress down, kissing me down to my collarbone. He slid the other strap down and lifted my tits so they were barely visible above my dress. He looked at them for a moment, as if wondering if he should expose them, then pulled my dress down. My tits fell out, his eyes widening as he examined them. He sucked one nipple into my mouth while he fondled my breast, teasing the other with his thumb.

I was wet by now, my panties soaked and leaving marks on his pants. I reached under my dress and started playing with his zipper. He helped me by pulling my pants down my hips and pulling out his cock. It popped out between us, hard and throbbing, an angry shade of pink. A bead of pre-cum ran down his slit and shaft, and my tongue suddenly felt dry and in need of moisture.

I slid off his lap and knelt between his legs. I grabbed his cock, kissed it, then slid it into my mouth. He groaned as I ran my tongue along his shaft, tasting the salty drop but also the taste of his skin. I moaned as I took him deeper into my throat. He fisted my hair, pulling me down onto his cock until it tickled the dangling thing in my throat.

That was when something inside him snapped. He lifted me back up and sat me on his lap, only this time he slid me onto his cock. I gasped as he entered me, pushing my hips down to completely envelop my pussy. I held onto his arms as he slowly lowered me down and up his cock, pleasuring himself with my little pussy. He closed his eyes as he fucked me, pumping his hips and pulling mine down and burying himself as deep inside me as he could.

He fucked me raw and a shiver went through me as I realized I was going to be covered in cum. I bit my lip, trying to hide my arousal, but it was impossible. The pleasure built in my core, building and building until I couldn’t feel my toes or my hands, only the sweet friction of his cock in my pussy.

I threw my head back and screamed his name as I came on his cock, drenching him with my juices. I collapsed onto his shoulder as he continued to pump into me. I put my mouth to his ear and begged, no, pleaded.

“Cum inside me, please,” I whispered. Like a good boy, he did. He pushed himself inside me, then filled me with his hot cream. I sighed as he filled me, making a mess of my pussy. When he finally pulled out, I collapsed on the couch next to him and asked if I had helped him solve a small problem. He said I might have made it worse, now he wanted my pussy all the time.