Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I always hated my sister, well, hate is a bit too strong. I would rather use the word ‘resent’. We would fight over everything and anything with no apparent reason.

So, when her slut of a best friend, Tiffany, came on to me, I fucked her for two reasons. One, because she was hot as hell and two, to get back at my elder sis for all the hell she had taken me through high school and all my childhood.

It all started on one fateful day after a very long day of work. I headed to my favorite bar to grab a quick drink and maybe holler at my favorite whore to give me a discount for the night. Tiffany was the one who recognized me right when I was having an argument of sorts with Amber.

“Come on Amber, I am your regular customer,” I tried to convince her. “Help a brother out, I am in need.”

“You are always in need of Tony.”

“Yes, but don’t I always pay on time?”

“You do.”

“So why not just give me that allowance for today? I am horny as hell.” “I don’t fuck for free love.”

“I am not going to fuck you for free. I am simply 20 bucks short.” I went on but judging from the look on her face this whore meant business and never messed with her money.

“That is almost free baby.”

“Why do you want to treat me like a stranger’s baby?” I asked with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could master. My boner was giving me hell, I had not been laid in months and my boss was riding my back issuing threats of termination every chance he could get.

Other than having a shitty job, no girlfriend, no social life and no sex, my life was basically okay.

“That is almost free.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” she answered before placing both hands on her waistline. “Tony, I already give you half price. If any of my clients knew of the rate I charge you they would kill you.”

“I know,” I answered before placing my hand on her tiny waist and pulled her closer to me. She felt my boner and smiled but this trick was not going to work on Amber.

Dick equaled money when it came to her and when she shoved me away and made her way to a client in a flashy suit I knew I had lost the battle.

However, the war was still on. My next option was to look for a blonde who would go home with me after I spent the only money I had left to buy her a drink. That is why the tap on my shoulder as I sat on the bar from the gorgeous girl was very much welcomed.

“Tony?” she asked as she looked me straight in the eye before letting her eyes travel down my body and landed back on my face once more.

“Yes,” I answered. “Do I know you?”

I would be anyone for that hot babe in my horny night even if she would have gotten my name wrong. Something about her looked familiar though, her eye and hair made me think I had seen her somewhere I just couldn’t remember where.

“It’s me Tiffany, Lauren’s best friend.”

“Tiffany?” I asked before getting to my feet very fast and offering her my seat. That was an excuse to check her out and loved the round ass she hid beneath her sunflower dress. I sat right next to her and wore my favorite smile. I had no money to buy this gorgeous woman a drink but George the bartender knew me, he would put it on my tab.

“George, get this lovely lady a drink,” I said and pointed to Tiffany who still had a bright smile on her face.

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” she answered before looking in George’s way. “Let me buy you a drink, you were the small brother to my best friend. You are like a brother to me.

“Shit!” I let out in my mind, not the position I was going for that night. I had already undressed her in mind and bent her over a few times in my head. Nevertheless, I loved the fact that a woman was buying me a drink and relaxed in my seat.

“So what have you been up to Tony? It’s been ages,” she asked.

I wasn’t really listening to her as she spoke. My mind loved how her lips met with the rim of her martini glass before sipping from it. I imagined how her lisp would feel on the tip of my cock as I sipped from my beer glass as well.

“I have been around,” I answered and sipped on my drink some more. “Where have you been?”

“I went to Harvard Law, graduated, got a job downtown and the rest is history.”

This girl was intimidating as shit. She was obviously way out of my league, definitely not the whore type of Amber whore I was used to.

“Don’t do that,” she let out of the blue, looking vaguely disappointed. “Don’t do what?”

“Don’t you dare think I am way out of your league. I have seen that face a few times on men and it never ends well.”

“So you want to tell me you are single?”

“As a dollar bill,” she answered before giving me a seductive look and sucking on one of the olives from her drink.

“But you just friend-zoned me a few seconds ago,” I let out no meaning to. But the loud giggle she responded with made me loosen up a bit.

“I don’t mean to,” she answered. “You actually assumed I had.”

“Does that mean I can confess the gross erotic images that have been soaring through my head ever since my eyes located you in this godforsaken bar. And that is not a pick-up line, I have been thinking of very naughty things.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Would you mind telling me one or two things?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” I answered. My night was going fine and if I ended up with Tiffany in my bed (or hers) all my problems would not feel so tiresome. “But first I would like you to tell me something.”

“Anything.”

“What the hell are you doing in this dingy bar and whatever happened to the goofy specs you had on from back in the day?”

She giggled some more before asking for a second drink. “First of all, this bar is only a few feet from my place of work and I wear contact lenses these days. I know, this is a great improvement from the shy studio girl everyone was used to.”

“I have bent you over on this bar stool a few times since I saw you. I have rammed my hard cock in you and I really want to fuck you.”

“I would really want you to fuck me as well.”

“My place or yours?”

“Definitely mine,” she answered with a smug look on her face but I did not give a rat’s ass. I was going to fuck Tiffany Collins and I was going to fuck

her hard and rough. I waited on her to pay for the drinks before walking out of the bar in search of a cab. We walked by Amber on the door still talking to the man in a flashy suit who very much looked like a pimp.

We hailed a cab and got in almost immediately. We did the expected cliche shit in the backseat, cuddled, kissed, played with each other’s sex machines as we patiently waited to get to her place. Her apartment was in one of the middle- class neighborhoods and it was far much better than mine.

We took the elevator to the third floor and did not walk by anyone who looked anything like us. We tried talking in small voices but we both knew we were loud as shit. The place needed decorum but I was not going to show her any such shit once I walked in through the door.

The inside of her house made my boner shrink a bit. This girl was living the dream. Her house was nothing short of perfect. One could tell an interior decorator had graced it.

“You got a nice place here,” I said as I took in the surroundings. “Thanks, can I get you anything?”

“Tequila shot?”

“Sure.”

I watched her disappear through the kitchen and emerge with two shots of tequila which she handed one to me.

“Thank you.”

I downed mine in a quick second before looking at her and letting out a wide smile. She still played with hers in her hand before downing it as well but didn’t swallow. Instead, she kissed me with it and made sure I took it all in my mouth.

“Someone is trying to make me drunk and take advantage of me,” I said with a naughty smile.

“Is it working?”

“We just have to wait and see.”.

I placed a kiss on her thin lips before grabbing her ass and squeezing it gently. I loved how she responded and shockingly grabbed on my ass as well. She immediately took charge of the situation and I expected nothing less from her.

She got on her knees, undid my zipper, and took in my big cock in her mouth.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.