Hardcore

Keywords: Just, Being, Friendly,

Trixie lurched through the door, heels clack-clacking on the laminate flooring as she stumbled. Failing to realise the racket she had just created, she turned and carefully shut the door, just in case her boyfriend, Gary, had gone to bed already. He had let her borrow his keys just case she came home really late, as he had an early start the next morning – a weekend away with the boys. It was quite late, she thought as she arrived, so she opted for considerate silence, creeping from the entrance hall into the living room. There she was confronted by the sight of a complete stranger sat in the chair in the corner, drinking a beer. He looked up at her, almost apologetically, as she half-strutted, half-staggered into the room.

"What have you done with my boyfriend?" she asked with inebriated mock-drama, offering a sly grin as she swayed in the centre of the room.

"Sent him to the kitchen to get the last beers," came Gary's voice from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek as he brushed past to the couch. "Good night?"

"Yeah... was fun," she said, non-committal, plonking herself next to Gary and swinging her legs over his. She knew her short skirt would ride up her thighs a bit more if she did this and, feeling flirty, decided to let the quiet stranger get a decent side-on view.

"That's Tim by the way, from work. He's coming with us this weekend. Just split from his bitch of a girlfriend and he needs cheering up."

"Gary..." Tim tried to interrupt and prevent any unnecessary embarrassment. Too late, though.

"Needs cheering up, eh?" Trixie smiled across at him. He wasn't bad looking, and to his credit he was trying not to look at her thighs. She tried to catch his eye but he was acting the perfect guest, focusing on the silent TV at the opposite end of the room, so she turned her attention back to Gary.

"Mmmmm, can I have a sip?" she moaned, reaching for Gary's bottle of Bud. He moved it out of her reach.

"I think you've had enough," he grinned, and winked at her.

"Oh come on darling," she reached across him and a thought occurred, she could try to earn it while also teasing poor Tim. Her hand wandered up Gary's T-shirt and she started kissing his neck.

"Well if you can prove how sober you are Trixie," Gary laughed.

She kissed up his neck to his ear, along his cheek to his mouth, kissing him deeply and sexily, and clambered round so that she was straddling him. Gary placed his bottle on the adjacent table and moved both hands to her bare thighs, and up inside her skirt, still kissing deeply. Her left hand hooked round his head as the right moved back down his chest and rubbed his crotch through his jeans. He was hard and she smiled as she kissed him, groaning for extra effect.

"OK you can have some of my beer," Gary laughed as she sat back to look at him through her tussled hair. She reached over and drank slowly and deliberately from the bottle, knowing what would be cropping up in Gary's imagination.

"He's got a full bottle too you know," Gary said, nodding to the onlooker. She froze – it hadn't occurred to her that Gary would want her to flirt, or more, with him. She thought she'd been quite subtle thus far. She looked over her shoulder at Tim, and he quickly readjusted his gaze from her legs to her face, then down to his beer, unsure where he should look.

"Hmm," she said as she climbed off Gary and walked towards him. If Gary was wanting her to try and cheer him up, she was happy to oblige. When she got to the corner of the room in which he was cowering, she put the first beer bottle down on the shelf to her left and stood as close as she could, right in front of him. He didn't move, so she leant forward and took his beer, moving it to the same shelf as she straddled his lap in exactly the same way she had done with Gary.

She confidently brought her sexy red mouth down towards his, hands unbuttoning his shirt partially so that she could get one inside. They kissed, gently at first, but as his tongue got more adventurous she in turn got more aggressive and pulled away four or five buttons at the top of his shirt. His body had tensed noticeably, but she reached lower down and pulled the shirt from his jeans while kissing down his neck on to his exposed chest then back up again as her right hand reached down between her legs to grasp his crotch. She found a stiff cock under the denim and rubbed it slowly, her tongue going back into his mouth, his breath suddenly loud and staggered.

Suddenly she sat back, retreated from the seat and reached across for his beer, taking another sexy swig. "Mmmmm, nice," she smiled.

She turned and loped back to Gary. "So...?" she said, returning to the same sexy side-on sitting position she had occupied earlier. She looked back at the stranger, and could see the outline of a hard shaft through the material of his jeans.

She turned to kiss Gary, and the way he responded she could tell he was gagging for her. Her right hand roamed down to unfasten his belt buckle, button and zip in turn, and reached inside his boxers. His cock felt hot and hard. She moved her legs and span round so that she was half-kneeling on the couch next to Gary and used both hands to pull the jeans and boxers down to his knees. She leant back again, making sure her new friend could see what was coming his way in a moment. As she returned to kissing Gary deeply, breathing heavily over his face, she ran her nails up and down Gary's pulsating cock, occasionally teasing the end, occasionally gripping the base of the shaft, sometimes squeezing the balls gently, but always teasing, hinting at something more to come. Gary unfastened the buttons on her shirt as they kissed and when he reached the bottom she shrugged the top off and raised herself from the couch, turning to her second-favourite boy-toy.

She decided to sit next him, on the table by his chair. She was half-naked now and he watched her sit in her white lace bra, with heaving cleavage. She crossed her legs and reached down to the buttons on his jeans, popping them open and almost feeling him squirm in anticipation. She pushed the garments down to knee level once more and looked up to see Gary enthralled. Her left hand ran gently up Tim's thigh to his balls and then her nails dragged lightly up the underside of his cock, and he gasped as she inflamed his desire. She turned to kiss him, her right hand having to lift his gaze from the deep red nails teasing the head of his cock. She squeezed hard as she finally managed to coax his tongue into her mouth and bit on his bottom lip as she reached down to massage his balls. He groaned audibly as the hand worked the throbbing cock below and, after nine or ten teasing strokes, she decided he was having too much fun, standing up and walking purposefully back to her boyfriend.

She stood with her back to the interloper, and bent at the waist, placing hands either side of Gary so that her skirt rode up almost to her crotch. Her thighs were toned and brown and, between her legs, just below her white lace-encased pussy, Tim could just see her sexy mouth close slowly over Gary's waiting dick. Gary watched as she slowly moved her mouth up and down on his rod and she made as much noise as possible, hoping all Tim could see was her sexy ass and all he could hear was the slurping of her mouth around Gary's cock.

She gave the starting of a superb blow job, licking and slurping on Gary, squeezing him with one hand, before standing up and unfastening her bra. She tossed it to the floor before shifting to the side to face Gary head-on and getting down on all fours. He opened his legs slightly as she prowled forward, just in her skirt and heels. She kissed and licked her way up his inner-thigh from the knee till she was sucking on each ball in turn and making him squirm. Her right hand reached over and took the cock, jacking it firmly as she sucked his balls and licked the underside of his shaft. Tim was watching this fox on all fours sucking a guy off just three yards away, and he wanted to wank himself silly. He wondered whether the couple might now just get down with each other and forget about him, and he subconsciously reached down to his own stiff tool to stroke it as he watched that sexy mouth close over Gary's dick once more for the umpteenth time beneath her straggly brunette bob.

Out of the corner of her eye, Trixie caught sight of Tim touching himself and released herself from Gary, turning to crawl animal-like across the lounge floor on all fours, prowling towards her other muse. When she got to the chair, her right hand reached up and clawed his trousers to the ground, his legs already ajar waiting for more of the same from her. She licked and nibbled her way up his thigh, both hands tracing a path up the outside and reaching ahead to push his shirt away from the throbbing cock. Her tongue reached his crotch and wrapped around one of his balls, lifting it to her mouth were she gently sucked it. Her tongue then pressed lightly on it before moving up to the base of his cock, and she then looked up through her bob at his mesmerised eyes as her open mouth closed around the base of his dick, kissing and slurping its way north before sucking hard and long on the end.

Tim was writhing in the chair, Trixie's hot mouth and sexy noises driving him wild. She got her head down, and in quicker movements moved her head up and down on his dick, hands free to release the remaining buttons on his shirt. When she had done it she looked up at him, scratching all the way down his chest as she pushed her face against the underside of his hard cock. He grimaced but didn't flinch much, and watched as she dragged her teeth slowly over the head of his cock to finish.

With that she stood up again, now reaching up her skirt to remove her thong, kicking it to one side when it hit the floor. This time she slowly backed towards Gary, keeping an eye on the slimy cock she was leaving unattended for a few minutes.

Keywords: Just, Being, Friendly,

•  Karen's Photo Shoot
•  Meeting Cassandra
•  Boner and Bess
•  Cookies Please!