slut-solutions: Coke and Water“I’ve got the stuff,” his voice was smooth over the phone. I could tel
slut-solutions: Coke and Water“I’ve got the stuff,” his voice was smooth over the phone. I could tell he was excited and I was too. This wasn’t an everyday thing but it had gotten to be our regular thing and for that I was grateful. I loved having a partner in crime, even if it was only for one night every once in a while. He wasn’t my boyfriend. He wasn’t exactly just a friend either. Fuck buddy seemed too casual for him as well. He was in that weird netherworld of in-between and that was the way I liked it. “Perfect. I get off in ten minutes and I’m heading to my house. Meet me there in thirty?” I could hear the flirtation and excitement in my own voice. “I’ll be there. I can’t wait to get high with you.” “Me too.” I cut off the call and began to gather my belongings. I could feel that little pull inside of me, the one that knew tonight was going to be filled with cocaine. It would be a night of coke and water, the kind of night I had been longing for since the last time we had done it. By the time he arrived, I was already changed into a casual robe. We were past those moments where I wore clothes and pretended that I didn’t want something more than just a hangout session. I was horny and I needed to get off and yet there was something about him that didn’t make me feel romantic. Instead, it was the kind of relationship of convenience, the kind where you realize that him bringing drugs has led you to do some unspeakable things you probably wouldn’t have done otherwise. He was part of my excuses. He enabled the things that I did when he was around. “Hey there! How much did you get?”“See for yourself,” he hugged me and gave me a friendly kiss on the lips. I followed him to the glass coffee table that had become our designated coke spot and I watched as he pulled out a bag of cocaine. “Wow, that’s a lot!” I giggled with excitement! “Let’s do some right now!” “Let me take off my coat first, Jesus!” He was laughing but I knew by now that he was as eager to get this show on the road as I was. He arranged several lines and handed me a rolled up bill to snort with. I ceremoniously did two long lines and waited for it to go to my head. I watched him do his and when I knew that he was happy I went to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of water, setting them down onto the table. I sat down next to him and began to talk, the words pouring out of my mouth faster than I could monitor what I was saying. He nodded and laughed as I told story after story. He was a good listener but it didn’t really matter if he was listening or not. Not really. There wouldn’t be a quiz on this in the morning. We did more coke and by now I could feel my pussy itching to cum. I stood up, just like I always did around this time of night. “I’m going to go take a bath,” I said seductively. “Go ahead. I’ll be here.” “Okay,” I turned and walked toward my bathroom. I ran the water, making sure to leave the door open. When it was hot, I removed my robe and stepped into the tub. I hadn’t bothered to plug it up. That wasn’t what I was after. I climbed into the tub, spreading my legs under the faucet so that the water was strategically hitting my pussy. I looked down at my dark, triangle-shaped bush and I spread my pussy open with one hand while gripping the faucet with the other. I pulled my pussy toward the water and then pushed it away with the hand holding the faucet. I spread my pussy open until my clit was fully exposed and the water was really hitting it. I screamed, letting the sounds of my orgasm fill the bathroom. I looked toward the door. He wasn’t watching me yet. I screamed more loudly and I could hear his footfalls in the hallway. Knowing he would soon be watching me made me cum. By the time his eyes rested on me I was convulsing in the tub, shaking with the pleasure my clit was barely handling. I looked over at him and saw that his cock was out. I was horny and I wondered if I should fuck him this time or just give him a blowjob. I had done both things in the past but what he didn’t know was that this was my favorite part. I enjoyed him watching me pleasure myself until I just couldn’t take any more orgasms. I was good and high and as soon as one orgasm ended I went for another, and then another. His cock was out and I saw him stroking it out of the corner of my eye. Him stroking his cock to me was the ultimate turn-on. I was so embarrassed that I was letting someone watch me like this and yet it turned me on so much that I couldn’t help but cum. I came for him so many times and he held out, waiting for me to finish. He wanted his blowjob or my pussy and even I didn’t know which one I was going to give him. I came again, this time throwing my head back so far that I dipped my hair into the water. I had been trying not to get my hair wet but now that it was I didn’t care. I was high and it felt good to let go. “You’re so fucking hot,” his words hit me hard as I let my whole head submerge under the water. My ass was plugging up the tub and the water was rising quickly. I was underwater and I was still fucking myself, still letting the water hit my clit. I couldn’t breathe and I knew if I tried I would have lungs full of water. It was so crazy how much harder I could cum when I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t take it! I couldn’t hold my breath anymore! I came up screaming, cumming harder than even I had anticipated. I paused, my brain unable to comprehend the level of pleasure I had just experienced. The sound of the water running jarred me from my semi-conscious state. I turned it off and stood up on my long, shaky legs. I turned to him for encouragement. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen!” He looked so thrilled to have witnessed my orgasms and I loved that. I felt so weak and I was thankful when he grabbed me a towel and wrapped it around my body. I saw his hard cock and I knew I needed to suck it. I dropped to my knees and as soon as my mouth hit his cock he began to moan. “Oh my God! Yes! You’re the best!” I slurped and sucked on his dick until his cock was soggy with my saliva and his moans were getting closer and closer to the noises he made when he came. I paused. I wanted to fuck him. “Come over here. Sit down on the bed right here.” I pointed to a spot on the edge of the bed. I straddled him, lowering my sopping wet cunt down onto his ridiculously hard dick. “Oh my God! You’re so wet! You’re going to make me cum so fast.” “That’s the idea,” I told him. I moved my body so my pussy was bouncing on his cock hard and fast. He gripped me by the hips, trying to take control but I wouldn’t let him. This was my show and his cock was now mine. I worked against his hands, moving my hips in whatever direction I wanted. He groaned loudly, knowing that I was going to be the one to take him where he needed to go. I worked my hips so that my pussy was really fucking his cock hard. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer and so I said what I needed to say. “I love our nights of coke and water, baby. I love it when you watch me fuck myself!”“I love it too! I love it too!” I knew he was close. “You like watching me cum? Should I cum right now on your cock?” He didn’t answer but I made myself cum anyway, using his dick as nothing more than a tool. I didn’t love him. He was my friend in a way but at that moment he was something more. He was cumming. I could feel his entire body shake. His cum was inside me. It felt good to have done something so bad with someone so easy to be around. I giggled and then smiled at him. “Holy shit, woman! Holy fucking shit!” I knew that was a compliment. “I’m hopping off of your dick now. Brace yourself,” I told him as I slid up and off of him and dismounted to the floor. “Come on, we still have more coke to do.” “Wow, you’re going for more?” “Yeah, why not? Right? I’m going to probably have to wash this cum out of my pussy at some point.” “Does that mean there’s going to be a round two? There’s never been a round two before!” “Let’s go do some more coke and find out!” I skipped out of the room, still naked. I was warm from the orgasms and the coke and if I did some more I’d probably stay that way. I was already getting horny thinking about fucking myself in the tub again. My hair was already wet, too so it didn’t matter anymore. I could go all out. “I’m coming!” he cried and by the time he made it to the coffee table I was already snorting three more long, dangerous lines. -- source link