Okay, I’m working on something longer, but it’s not quite ready yet—hopefully very soon, though. However, I felt bad about being unusually silent, so I wrote this quickie, primarily inspired by the Friday Flash “Jackpot” prompt. So, here you go, a small but dirty token to prove I haven’t forgotten about you and that you mean the world to me. Someone once asked me to write four sentences about titty fucking. I didn’t think I could do it justice in only four sentences, but he seemed to enjoy it. Let’s see what you think about a complete story with titty fucking in only five-hundred words. The ending might make you groan, but I never said bad puns were beneath me. (wicked grin)
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By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.
While we were passing through Vegas, it was my idea to save ourselves some family drama and just elope. I also thought he’d get a kick out of having a cheesy Elvis impersonator marry us. He was all for it, but suggested we make a brief detour to the hotel casino.
“Ah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Come on, we’ll put that freaky intuition of yours to the test.”
Against my better judgement, I let him drag me over to the roulette table. What can I say, I was crazy in love with the dude. Amazingly, we actually won our first bet, and our second, and a third!
He grinned at me. “See? You’re my lucky charm!”
Many hours and several mind-blowing orgasms later, I was sprawled out on our rumpled bed, a blissfully boneless mass of girl flesh. He kissed his way up my body—after once again demonstrating what a cunning linguist he was. I thought I was completely spent, but then he used his talented tongue and teeth on my nipples.
Once I was moaning and writhing beneath him again, he looked up at me with his burning blue gaze. “I want to fuck your tits.”
“Mmmm, yes, please.”
He coated his fingers in my ample pussy cream and smeared it between my tits, then straddled my chest. His drooling cock was hot and heavy along my breastbone. I squeezed my large mounds together, making a snug titty-cunt around him.
“God, that feels good.”
For me, too. I loved him fucking my tits as much as he did. I loved being in a submissive position and feeling his weight on me. I loved the heat of his hard cock pushing between my cleavage. I loved him using me for his pleasure and seeing the ecstasy wash over his handsome face. And I loved the sounds he made and the filthy litany he uttered while he got himself off.
He started rocking his hips and watched as the head of his cock emerged from between my tits. I lifted my head to lick and kiss the tip every time it appeared. Groaning, he gradually picked up speed until his balls were slapping the underside of my tits.
The needy ache he always inspired returned and I pressed my thighs together to give myself some relief.
“I’m going to fucking come!”
“Fuck yeah, give your dirty girl all your spunk!”
With several hard grunts, he shot rope after rope of thick, milky come on my chest, neck, and chin.
He collapsed beside me and watched as I played with his come, painting it on my tits.
“Fuck that’s hot.”
I loved how much he came. If only come were gold…
“I guess hitting the jackpot proves I’m lucky after all.
He chuckled. “What are you talking about? We’re completely broke.”
“But I’ve got a hot husband now.” I waggled my fingers, showing off the not-quite-gold band on my finger. “And there’s a motherlode all over my chest.”