"Come with me," I said, pulling her up to her feet. She gathered up her clothes and obeyed with a smile, following me into the living room. I led her to the sofa and she sat down. "I want to fuck your tits," I said simply.
"Oh, I'd like that," she said, squeezing her sweet melons together. "It makes me feel like such a slut."
She seemed to be encouraging me to talk dirty to her. I leaned in close and slipped my member in between her hot tits, stroking back and forth. I was still slick and wet from her pussy and her mouth, and so slid easily in her deep cleavage. "You like that, bitch?" I asked.
She answered by licking her lips and moaning. "Yes... fuck my tits..."
"You're such a fucking slut."
"I am a slut... I'm your slut..." She was getting even more turned on than when I was doing her cunt. I reached down and took over the job of holding her tits together, and thrust roughly back and forth between them. With her hands free, she reached down with one to stroke her pussy and used the other to pull me even more firmly into her tits.
"I'm going to come on your face, whore."
"Yes! Come on my face, come all over me!" She bent her face down to lick my head at each thrust, bringing me over the edge. As soon as the first spurt came out of me, she opened her lips wide to catch whatever she could. From the feel of it, she was fingering herself to orgasm at the same time. Finally, she collapsed back on the sofa with me on top of her.
"God, that was a hot fuck," she whispered through come-moistened lips. "I love being treated like that. I don't know why it's so hard to get a guy to do it. All I want is to feel like a slut and a whore when I'm fucking them, it's such a turn-on."
She got up and wiped her face with one hand, licking her fingers clean. "Listen, it's been a lot of fun, but Harry's coming back soon and we shouldn't be here like this." She dug into her pile of clothes and came up with a business card. "If you ever need to hire a babysitter, give me a call, okay?"
I left the house with her card in my pocket and a smile on my face. It was hours later that I realized two things. One, I never even got her name.
Two, I still didn't have my fucking drill.
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