I am on a room with someone fully drunk. The man was behind me, I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my ass as he pressed in. The tip of his penis entered me and I gasped. He pulled out a bit and then pushed back inside. It hurt at first, but it was also exciting. When he started moving back and forth, his cock sliding through my wetness, I felt myself getting used to him. He slid in and out of me for several minutes. I kept moaning. My hands were on his chest, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. His hands were on my thighs, holding them open so that his cock could slide deeper into me.

"Is this okay?" he asked after a few more thrusts.

I nodded, biting my lip. "Yes."

He started talking dirty again, saying things like "You're such a good slut," and "This feels great". He grabbed his own cock and stroked it. I moaned when he said "Fuck you feel so good." This made him laugh and say something about how much better it would be if he was actually fucking me instead of using my body as a toy.

I don't know why, but I really liked hearing him talk like that. It excited me.

After he had fucked me for another minute or two, he stopped and got off the bed. I looked over at him confused. He leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips. Then he stood up and took off his pants and underwear. I couldn't believe what I was seeing now. He was an even bigger man than I'd thought. He was hairy all over and he had a huge bulge between his legs. He put one of his big hands around my waist, pulling me towards him. He lifted me up and laid me across the edge of the bed. He spread my legs apart and positioned himself between my legs.

"Oooh," I said, looking at his massive tool.

He smiled. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said with confidence.

He moved closer and kissed me again. This time he held onto my hips as he plunged his cock into me, making me gasp. He kissed me again as he bottomed out inside me. He started moving in and out, slowly at first. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support as his thick meat filled me completely.

"God you're tight," he moaned while kissing my mouth.

I giggled. "You're not too bad yourself," I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He started thrusting harder, pounding into me. I let go of him and placed my hands on his chest. He grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them above my head. I could feel my breasts bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts.

The room was getting hot. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I started breathing faster and faster. I felt like I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. He was fucking me so hard and fast. I didn't think I could take any more of this. It felt like he was trying to break me. But then I realized that maybe that's what he wanted.

Suddenly I felt him tense up. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I could taste myself in his mouth. His cock started throbbing as he came deep inside me. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling, looking down at me.

"Oh god," he said. "That was amazing. You are so fucking hot. Let's do it again sometime."

***

It was late afternoon and I was laying on the couch watching TV. I had just gotten home from work and was tired. I wasn't planning on doing anything tonight. I hadn't been on a date since I started dating Eric. I still hung out with some friends, but I spent most nights alone at home.

My roommate, Charles, had come over earlier that day. He was a little older than I was, and we'd known each other for a long time. We both worked in the same office building. On a whim, we decided to grab lunch together. He'd told me about his recent breakup, so I invited him back to my place once our lunch break was over.

He sat down next to me on the couch. He stared at me for a moment before speaking. "I can tell you've been crying," he said.

I looked away from him, embarrassed. "Yeah. I haven't been sleeping well. I'm pretty depressed right now. I guess I kind of lost interest in my job, so I quit." I sighed. "I guess I'll have to find something new. Something that gets me out of the house more."

"So you don't want to hang out anymore?" he asked.

"No, it's not that. I mean, I still want to see you. But I just don't know where I belong. I'm not sure who I am." I shrugged.

Charles reached over and grabbed my hand. "Have you ever thought about having sex with a guy? You know, just to get your mind off things and relieve yourself from stress?"

I laughed. "I never have. Not really." I looked over at him and smiled. "Why do you ask?"

He gave me a sly smile. "I'm just thinking you need a little excitement in your life. You seem like a fun girl."

I blushed. "Thanks. I'm sorry I'm being such a drag."

He squeezed my hand. "Don't worry about it. You've always been like that. You don't know how good you have it. I could use someone like you around here."

I smiled and grabbed his arm. "Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked, staring deep into his eyes.

"Wow! That's a tough question. I'd have to say yes. Are you asking because you want me to kiss you?" He leaned closer.

I nodded slowly, knowing exactly what I wanted him to do.