All Chapters of Night Stands : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"You simply have options that I don't!" I protested, as my friend Meredith and I continued marinating ourselves in the hotel spa. I waved my hand dismissively at her from across the jacuzzi, shouting through the steam and noise of the spa jets. "You have so much more sexual capital than I do. The guys are falling over themselves to talk to you, and your breasts" -- I mimed cupping and squeezing her ample D-cups -- "they're like beacons to horny guys."Meredith giggled. "You're not giving yourself enough credit," she said. "I see guys totally into you but you're shutting them out. And don't talk to me about sexual capital. You're so much thinner than I am. Your boobs are amazing, and I caught a glimpse of your butt as we were changing and it's just begging to be spanked!""Perv!" I protested, languidly splashing some water in her general direction.And she was a perv and she knew it. Meredith was the unabashed libertine within my circle of close work friends. The night before, as we no

As the bartender slid another Old Fashioned towards me, I noticed my phone blinking at me. When I unlocked it and opened my messaging app, I was greeted with a smirking picture of Meredith, her ample bosom fully exposed, nipples erect, with a bottle of Champagne nestled in between them. I coughed and sputtered, droplets of cocktail spraying slightly onto my phone."Whoa! Excuse me!" I said, my eyes widening and blinking rapidly.."Some sort of emergency?" Tim asked."No," I said. "It's my girlfriend. She's...." I pursed my lips together, considering further. "She's clearly having a good time tonight. She's trying to get me into trouble.""You don't seem to be the type to get into trouble," Tim said."Oh really?" I asked. "I might surprise you with how much trouble I've gotten myself into in the past."I saw the light on my phone blinking again and shoved my phone into my purse."Don't let me keep you here if your friend needs you," Tim said apologetically."Oh, no. She doesn't need me

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and instagram. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets her off is to be roughed up, commanded, and be called names. Rough sex was something I took too quite quickly. I felt pretty confident that telling her about my experience doing some pornos, and showing her a clip would get her interested me. She liked what she saw, and we kept talking and decided to

She didn't say anything, she just looked up at me, smiled, and closed her eyes and she kept going. I slapped her in the face "WHORE! I didn't fucking tell you to touch yourself! Take your fucking fingers out of you now!" She pouted and reluctantly did."Now grab your fucking tits, push them together around my cock, you're going to make me cum with those big, fat, slutty cow udders of yours!" I instructed her. I was close to cumming, so I knew I wouldn't last long between those beautiful tits. She kneeled there rocking back and forth in front of me, fucking me with her tits."Ugh...big titted fucking cow!" I groaned as I pulled away from her, grabbing my cock and jerking myself onto her face and tits. Rope after rope streaked her face, and covered her tits.What a fucking mess! Her face red, her face stained with her makeup, her hair everywhere, covered in my cum, and her own saliva. We were far from done yet though.I grabbed her by the back of her head, and she instinctively took me

I went to the pro shop to see about renting some clubs and getting a few holes in. The pro shop was open, but I couldn’t find anyone. Nobody seemed to be playing, either. I walked around back, there’s always an “around back” where they usually have a shed with all the lawn equipment. Sure enough, I saw some movement behind some equipment.“Hey, buddy!” I called out. “Anyone running the pro shop today?”A loud crashing noise was the only response for a few moments. Then a head popped out, a female head. A lovely female head. Followed by a female body encased in dirty coveralls.“Well, sir. I ain’t your buddy, at least not yet. And we’re closed today. Pipes busted and half the course is flooded.”We stood there looking at each other for a few moments. I understood the social conventions, and I knew it was my turn to speak. I also knew how to be witty and charming. But all those powers seemed to have escaped my brain. You see, she just stood there in dirty coveralls, her wild red hair re