“Ohhhh!" I screamed cumming a second time with Carl’s orgasm making me orgasm again.
We both collapsed breathing heavy. Naked and sweaty. For me, I had gone places I never had before. Felt things. Said things. Did things I never had before. It was amazing. My first sex that was just for sex. My first dirty sex. The first time I totally let go and allowed myself to be a purely sexual creature.
I knew it was wrong. I knew that if my ex-boyfriend and Carl’s wife found out they would be really hurt. I had never done anything wrong in my life. But I realized something at that moment. It was because it was wrong that made it feel so amazing. I came harder and faster with Carl than any other time I had sex. And it was the first time I ever had multiple orgasms and it was so good.
Carl and I fucked again ten minutes later and it was just as intense and amazing. I came twice that time too. We both feel asleep and then woke up a couple of hours later and fucked again. We fell asleep again and then woke up again and fucked. In the morning we fucked in the shower. We ordered some room service and fucked after we ate.
Carl called his boss and told him he was going to be out meeting with some clients and wasn’t coming in the office (but actually he was really cumming so much in me). We fucked over and over until it was around 5 pm.
Carl called his wife and said he was working late. We fucked some more until 8 pm. Finally he had to leave even though he didn’t want to. From the time we got to the hotel we fucked, I think twelve times. That was by far the record for me. And that doesn’t count the blowjob I gave Carl earlier that night.
When Carl dropped me off we kissed.
“What now?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“You said I had 24 hours to fuck you as much as I wanted. But I still want to fuck you,” he said.
“I want to fuck you more too,” I said. “But I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Me neither,” he said.
“And if anyone found out it would be terrible,” I said.
“I know but this has been the best sex of my life and I want more. I know its wrong but I can’t walk away from this,” he said.
“Me too,” I said. “But we have to be careful. And we can’t fall in love. It's just sex.”
“I can live with that,” he said.
“And when one of us says it's over then it's over,” I said.
“I agree. No arguing. When either one of us says it's over then it's over,” he said agreeing with me.
“Both my parents are out of the house by 7 am every morning,” I told him. “Can you come here by then tomorrow?”
“Yeah that’s perfect,” he said. “I will say I’m going into work a little early. Gives us about an hour and then I will head to work.”
We kissed again and he put his hand on my tit and I sucked his tongue. Yes, I was going to be Carl's secret little slut. I was going to his big titted young fucktoy. It made me wet. In spite of all the sex we had, I went inside and masturbated again thinking about the last 24 hours and had another intense orgasm. I have to confess that being the bad girl was such a turn on to me and it was by far the best sex I had up to that point in my life.
Carl and I had an affair for three months. He came over my house at 7 am almost every weekday and ran right up to my room to find me naked and waiting for him. We usually fucked two times before he left for work and I got ready for work. Then we would meet for lunch and I would usually give him a blowjob in the back of his car. Oh that was such a turn on for me giving him head in the middle of the day in public. And after all, it was lunch and he would feed me such a nice creamy, delicious load of cum.
Sometimes we would meet after work and fuck at his brother’s place when his brother worked late. Sometimes we fucked in Carl’s work place when everyone else had gone home. Occasionally we had all nighters when Carl’s wife went to visit her mom and dad out of town or babysit at her sister’s house. And every now and then Carl and I would both take off from work and fuck all day at my house before my parents got home. On the weekends he would sneak away for a couple of hours to meet me.
The first two months were just crazy fun with mind-blowing sex. After that it went from really great sex to really good sex. And that was okay. But to me really good sex wasn’t worth the risk we were taking. After the third month I ended it. Carl was great about it. He was disappointed but kept his promise that if one of us wanted to end it then that was that. He also reminded me that he had much more to lose than I did so he wasn’t going to push me into doing anything I didn’t want to.
But Carl wanted to ask me for one thing. Just one more hook up. Another all nighter. I kind of liked that idea. I felt like knowing that it was our last time together would make it just as amazing and intense as before. I agreed.
Then Carl got quiet. He finally said that the last night together wasn’t the one thing. He said there was something he was fantasizing about doing to me ever since we’d started fucking. Then he asked me.
I was stunned. I took a deep breath. I sat quietly for a minute.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll do it.”
Carl was going to fuck my virgin ass.
I will tell you about that night with Carl in part 3 of Bad Girl and losing my last cherry.
To Be Continued ... ... ...