Carrie wanted him. She wanted Daphne, too. God, what’s wrong with me? She thought, her face flushing at her own greedy, lustful fantasies. Was she so depraved? It had to be wrong, thinking like this, wanting more than what Doc could possibly give her. But the more she let herself think about it, the more she craved, like a woman crawling across a desert in search of water.
“Mmmmm yeah,” she whispered, licking her lips, trying to taste Daphne there. She licked her own fingers for inspiration, rubbing rapidly at her clit. “Oh yeah, fuck me, Wilson. Fuck me with that big, fat, tattooed cock.”
Oh god, that was good. What did he look like with his hair down, she wondered? All that long, dark hair, that sexy little goatee, tattoos over his belly and chest and arms. Were there other piercings she couldn’t see?
She gasped when she heard Doc fumbling with his keys outside the door, paralyzed in the darkness on the sofa. But instead of hurrying to pull up her pants, she yanked them off, getting up to go meet him at the door wearing just her panties and a t-shirt.
She was on him the instant the door swung open.
“Woah, what-?”
She didn’t let him answer, crushing his mouth with hers, suffocating him, already unzipping his coat, working the buttons on his shirt.
“Welcome home,” he joked as she pulled him toward the bedroom. She turned on the light, letting him see her standing there in her black thong, but she didn’t turn around, not yet.
“Are you going to go back and get a tattoo?” she asked, watching as he left his shirt and coat on the floor while she got down on her knees to undo his belt.
“Maybe. Do you want me to?”
“It might be sexy. Something here…” She kissed his belly as she unzipped him. “Or here…” She reached up to tweak his nipple. Then she got down to business, yanking his pants and boxers down, taking the head of his soft cock into her mouth. “What about here?”
He chuckled, watching her swallow his cock. It was growing harder by the second. “I don’t think so. Not unless you’re getting one.”
She spit on his cock, rubbing the head against her lips. “I dare you.”
“Maybe if you promise to suck it like that every night,” he groaned, sliding deeper into her throat.
“I’d suck it like this every night anyway.”
Doc reached down to fondle her breasts through her t-shirt, thumbing her nipples, making them hard. She was already soaking wet and ready for him, but she wanted him to see.
“Guess what I did?” She swallowed, looking up at him with bright eyes.
He raised his eyebrows. “I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“Look.” She stood, turning around and walking toward the bed, hips swinging. Then she crawled up onto it, waving her ass, and pulled off her t-shirt, undoing her bra and tossing it aside.
“Oh god.” His voice was a whisper, eyes wide. “Oh my fucking god. I am so going to come all over that.”
She pulled her panties down her thighs, spreading herself wide for him. “That’s what I hoped you’d say.”
He found her as if his cock was steel and her pussy a magnet, drawn right into her wetness. Grabbing her hips, he shoved himself deep into her pussy on the first go, parting her flesh easily.
“So fucking wet!” he gasped, fucking her from behind as he stood next to the bed. “Oh baby, that tattoo is the sexiest damned thing I’ve ever seen.”
She moaned, wiggling her ass back against him. “Like it?”
“Fuck yeah.” He rolled his hips, working his cock into her inlet, his thumbs rubbing over the dark lines and curves of the tattoo on her back. “Hot. Fucking hot. Oh god.”
“Fuck me, Doc,” she panted, rubbing her pussy from underneath, feeling the hard drive of his cock and wanting more. “Do it hard! Come on!”
“Jesus, baby.” He grabbed her hips, pounding into her, trying to give her what she asked for. She could feel his cock getting bigger inside of her, his own excitement building, catching up to hers.
“Deeper! Oh yeah! Give me that big fucking dick in my cunt! Gimme, gimme, gimme!” she chanted, her fingers circling her clit, pushing herself closer and closer to the brink.
Doc grunted, slapping her ass, leaving a red handprint and making her shriek in surprise. Her pussy spasmed in response and she bit her lip, hovering just at the verge of climax.
“Yes!” she panted. “Spank me! Spank that ass!”
Doc gave up, grunting and slapping her again, his cock working deep inside of her.
“I’m fucking coming!” she wailed, her nipples grazing the bed with every thrust, her pussy on fire. “Oh now now now now now!”
She writhed on the mattress, her body finally giving in, letting her have the thing she’d been chasing for what felt like forever. Her pussy snapped closed around Doc’s dick like a vise, squeezing his length and making him cry out in astonishment. The walls of her pussy contracted like a snake swallowing its prey, again and again, and she thought he might be pulling out of her just to save himself from the force of it.
“I’m gonna come all over that hot fucking little tramp stamp,” he groaned, fisting his cock and pumping it violently against her ass. “Oh yeah! Yeah! You ready for it? You want that cum all over your ass?”
She shoved her hair out of her face, turning to look back at him over her shoulder. “Yes! Come on me! Come all over that hot little ass!”
That was enough to send him over, a wet spurt of cum shooting from the tip of his cock and spraying her back with heat. It splattered her tattoo like a white Rorschach on black ink and Carrie moaned, reaching back to rub the cream into her skin. Doc shuddered, giving her more to work with, his cum sticky and hot under her fingers.
Doc collapsed beside her on the bed as Carrie sank down to her belly, rolling gleefully back and forth on the covers, smiling to herself.
“Wow, what was that about?” Doc panted, his hand resting in the middle of his chest, which was still rising and falling very fast.
“Nothing,” she said. “I just wanted you.”
“Nuh-uh.” He looked over at her, doubtful. “Something got you all riled up. Was it that hot little tramp stamp on your back?”
He rolled toward her, dragging his finger over it, and laughed. “Your tattoo is rubbing off.”
“Oh damn.” She glanced over her shoulder, frowning. “He told me to use baby oil or vegetable oil to get it off. I guess cum works too.”
“I like it.” Doc traced the remaining lines. “Are you gonna get a real one?”
“I doubt it.” She made a face. “Wilson’s was hurting him pretty bad tonight. He asked me to rub stuff all over it.”
“Oh yeah?” Doc sat up on his elbow. “Is he what had you all horny tonight?”
“No.” The flush in her cheeks gave her away.
“Did you do something with him?” Doc asked slowly.
“No,” she insisted, feeling the flush in her cheeks deepening. “But what if I did? Why is it okay if I do something with Daphne, but not with Wilson?”
“I don’t know.” He looked blind-sided. “We hadn’t talked about that. I guess… it’s just… different.
“I don’t think it is.”
He blinked at her, finally asking, “Do you want to do something with Wilson?”
“No.” Carrie sighed, rolling over and grabbing a pillow to hold onto. “I mean, it might be fun, but I wouldn’t want to do it if you’re not okay with it. I honestly haven’t thought about sex with another man in… well, since I met you.”
“But you’re thinking about it now?”
“Not right now,” she replied, glancing back at him “But in general… a little. Are you mad?”
“No.” He slipped an arm around her, kissing her shoulder. “Hey, listen, not to change the subject, but I have bad news.”
She winced. “How bad?”
“I can’t make our flight.”