His Little Birthday Slut Ch. 03

Andy had been waiting up for Lisa all night. He'd send her dozens of messages, called multiple times, left enough voicemails to fill her inbox, and there had been no word from her. Not since around 11PM, anyway, when she'd sent a quick burst of texts to tell him where she'd be for the night (Heyy / getting a drink with Kev 4 my bday / wont be out 2 late / call u soon / luv u). At first Andy had tried to be calm about the whole thing. He'd settled into the couch and flipped on some ESPN to watch SportsCenter, but he couldn't focus on what they were arguing about. There were too many worries racing through his brain. What if something had happened to her? What if Lisa had been kidnapped? Hadn't he read about sex traffickers in the newspaper that very day? Or maybe she had been robbed of her things, and was wandering the city with no way to get home. It could happen! Andy assured himself that she was fine, and - statistically, historically, reasonably - he knew she probably was, but it was more than that. It was who she had been with. It had been rubbing him raw all night long, and now he'd found a reason to vent about it. Andy didn't trust Kevin around her even a little bit, and he never had. He saw the way Kevin looked at her. It was the way every man looked at her, the way Andy had looked at her when they met.

Lisa was pretty young when they were first introduced, 19 going on 20. Young compared to Andy, at least, who had been pushing 30 back then, and now had passed it right on by. Back then, Lisa had been putting herself through some journalism program at one of the local community colleges with a little self-serving help from Sallie Mae. She had landed an intern position at Andy's radio station on her days off, hoping to pad her resume for a future career that had never come. He'd noticed her at reception the second that she'd walked into the place, shaped like infinity in a hip-clinging pencil skirt. Andy had wanted her right away, so bad he'd jacked off thinking about it in the office bathroom an hour after meeting her. He just couldn't help it.

Andy took her to a baseball game that very Friday. The game had run overtime (twelve innings, and the goddamn Mets had still lost) so he'd offered to let her spend the night at his place. "It's closer to your school," he'd told her as they left the stadium. "It'll be easier for you to get to class in the morning." He hadn't meant it to be a ploy, but it had worked out like one anyway. Andy had fucked her that night. He pounded it hard, right on the edge of his bed, with her pedicured feet up in the air. She wore the baseball cap he'd bought her at the stadium and not a thing else. When he told her that he was getting close, she'd begged him to cum inside her. Lisa never made it to class the next day, and they had spent it fucking in every room, on every piece of furniture instead. Come to think of it, she never really left his apartment after that at all. More and more of her things had slowly just moved themselves in, which was fine, because Andy had liked having her there. He liked her, she made him feel strong and in charge, and the sex had been good. Amazing, actually. The two of them hadn't been able to keep their hands off of each other. Lisa had been wild, filthy; she did things that no other girl had. And the head that she gave... God.

That was a long time ago, though. They hadn't had sex in about a year, and Andy wasn't exactly sure why. Something just wasn't clicking between them anymore, that was for sure. Maybe Lisa had just outgrown him; she had been practically a kid when they met, after all. And now she's spending the whole night with Kevin, Andy thought, and crushed an iced tea can in his hand, like a stereotypical tough guy in some bad 80s movie. It made him feel childish, which made him even angrier. Here he was sitting around his apartment in pajama pants, watching TV and drinking sweet tea, while his whore of a girlfriend was out partying and probably getting fucked.

Andy heard keys jingling in the lock, and he glanced at the time on the cable box. Almost 5am. Un-fucking-real, he thought. He turned the TV off and tossed the remote down onto the couch cushion. He waited there, arms crossed, every muscle in his body tight as a snare. When he heard the door close and saw her come around the bend, she was wearing one of her favorite sundresses—the cotton blue one with the low-cut neck—but he immediately noticed an extra bit of bounce in the chest area. Her hard nipples poked through the thin fabric. Jesus, she wore that dress without a bra? Her curly hair was messy, and her makeup was smudged a little in the corners, but she didn't seem too drunk. "Oh my God, babe, I'm so sorry," she said, dropping her keys and bag on the accent table. "I lost my wallet and phone on the subway, and I spent practically the whole night looking for them! They must've slipped right out of my purse."

"You couldn't have asked someone to let you use their phone?" Andy said, his voice even but severe. "Maybe given me a call, just to let me know that you were okay? I've been sitting here all night worried sick about you." That wasn't exactly true; he'd spent the beginning of the evening watching porn on the computer, but it was true enough. Most of the night, anyway.

"I don't have your number memorized, babe. I'm so sorry." She kicked off her flip-flops and walked over barefoot, bending at the waist to lean in and offer him a kiss. He got a good look right down the top of her dress and saw her bare tits underneath it. He accepted her kiss, but didn't reciprocate much. Lisa's lips tasted of alcohol, but also something vaguely brackish. Margaritas, maybe, with salt around the rim. He knew that she liked those. "Forgive me?" Andy shrugged at her. He didn't, but he didn't know what to say. "Good," she said, as if he'd told her that he had in no uncertain terms. "I really need to take a shower. I probably smell gross, like the subway or something." Andy watched her go into the bathroom, and heard the squeak and hiss of the nozzle. Taking a shower immediately was sketchy, right? He thought so.

Lisa came out a minute later, naked from curly head to painted toe. She dumped her balled up dress into the hamper. Andy couldn't help but ogle her. She'd filled out even more than when she was 19; her body was thicker, more mature. The tattoos on her hip, back, and thigh didn't hurt, not to mention the piercings. Andy liked her look, like a porn star between gigs. That thought sobered him, though. "A shower, huh!? What are you trying to hide from me, Lisa!?" His voice was raised, now; she jumped a little, startled by it. "What did you really do tonight?"

"What? Nothing! I told you, I was looking for my phone most of the night." He was standing between her and the bathroom, and she had backed up toward the bed. It was a small studio apartment. There weren't many places to go. "I just want to take a shower. It's humid outside and I was in a train station all night. Is that okay with you?!" He didn't like her tone, the self-righteousness of it. As if she hadn't done a single thing wrong, and he was acting crazy. He told her exactly that, taking a few more steps forward. Lisa backed up again, hit the bed, and stumbled into being seated. Naked, he could see the way sitting compacted her thighs and hips, making her look even thicker than she was. Andy's cock twitched. Again, he couldn't help it. "Look..." she said, putting her hands on the bed behind her and leaning backward a little, "I'm sorry I was late, but I didn't do anything wrong, okay? Why don't you just let me... make it up to you, alright? Let me show you how sorry I am."

Andy's eyebrow raised. Somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice said, She's trying to distract you! Don't listen to her! Find out what she's lying about! "How are you going to make it up to me?" Andy was already pushing that little voice into a locker, like a nerd in high school. Lisa reached for the drawstring on Andy's flannel pajama pants, loosening them with her long nails. "I know it's been a while," she said, undoing the knot and letting the waistline go slack. It had been a long time. A year felt like forever if you lived with a gorgeous girl, but could only jack it to porn. "Let me get you off, Daddy," she said, and then slowly pulled his pants down to his ankles. His cock was standing up, pointing directly at her face, like the needle on a compass. Lisa didn't bother teasing him; she opened her mouth as wide as she could, which—considering the overall size of her mouth—reminded him of Mrs. Pac Man, and ate his entire dick in one go. Andy groaned loudly. She had deep throated him like it was nothing, and her nose was buried in his pubes, his balls on her chin. Andy hadn't bothered to shave in months, but if his bush didn't seem to bother her. Lisa just stared up at him with her pretty eyes, swallow around his cock with her throat, and sliding her big lips up and down at the very base of his hairy dick.

"Yes, that's it, baby," Andy muttered, almost unintelligibly. Lisa was absolutely trying to suck his nuts right out of him. It felt like he was hooked up to a slutty vacuum cleaner. She was bobbing back and forth on it, now. Her lips were sliding up and down, up and down, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet spit. Lisa was slurping so loudly on his that he was certain, if someone walked by their apartment door, they would hear the messy blowjob his girlfriend was giving him. He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of his cock vanishing into her pretty, big lipped mouth. Andy thought about how she reminded him of a porn star, again, and this time his dick twitched in her mouth. "Shit, baby, no, not yet," Andy said, trying to pull away. For a moment, he thought that she wouldn't let him; he thought that she was going suck all the cum out of him whether he liked it or not, but then she released him, and his cock left her mouth with a loud pop. "I can't cum yet, baby. I want to fuck you first. It's been so long."

"But I have to be punished," Lisa said, biting her lip. She had returned to leaning backward on the bed, only now one of her hands were squeezing her tits, spreading the moisture from her nasty suck job all over them. Andy thought about her wearing that sundress without a bra and his dick twitched again. "I was a bad girl, Daddy. Your cock would feel too good in my pussy."

Andy suddenly realized where she was going with this, and he almost groaned out loud again. The little nerd voice inside the locker said, Why doesn't she want you near her pussy, you idiot!? Why is she being so dirty for you right now!? Think! "So what are you offering me, slut?" Andy said, knowing full well what. "Which one of your holes is going to get this cock off?"

Lisa smiled, still biting her lip. She put her weight on her feet and slowly turned over, bending at the waist to keep her hands on the bed. Her big ass came into view, cheeks resting fat on thick thighs, and she spread her legs out a little. "I know how much you like my butt, Daddy," she said, wiggling it at him. "Do you remember the first time you fucked it? How hard you came?" She threw a look back over her shoulder that was pure horny smolder. "Why don't you go get the lube you used to jerk off and teach me a lesson for not letting you use my body in so long."

Andy grabbed the bottle of KY from the drawer next to his computer faster than he'd ever grabbed anything in his life. He squeezed it over her ass, trying to get it down the crack, but she was twerking slowly the whole time, purposely making him miss. Her big butt cheeks glistened with all that grease on them. Andy couldn't have been any harder—if he was, blood would've been bursting from his cock. He spanked her hard on both oily cheeks, making her squeal, and then started working the jelly into her hole with his fingers. Lisa pushed back against them, and before long his middle finger was sliding into her tightest hole to the second knuckle. Lisa was moaning, and Andy's dick was throbbing. He squirted some more KY directly onto his shaft and spread it with his hand. He rested it between her cheeks first, like a hot dog in a buttered bun, and slid it back and forth for a while, enjoying the sight. When he couldn't wait any longer, he pressed the head of his cock to her rosebud and started to push into her.

"Yes, Daddy," Lisa practically hissed. Andy felt the head pop in, and the rest glided smoothly. He grabbed onto her meaty hips and started working his hips into her. His grip was tight, leaving red fingerprints on her skin, and every once in a while he would take one hand off to smack her ass hard, and Lisa would help and tighten herself around his cock. After a while he squirted even more KY on his dick, still buried inside her, and his thrusts got even more smooth. Andy started pounding her, making her substantial ass flesh quake with each thrust. His body clapped against hers like applause, and she kept moaning, louder and louder. "Fuck me, Daddy," she said, sounding delirious with how horny she was. "Fuck me up my ass. I love that big cock. Teach me a lesson with that big cock." Her dirty talk made him even rougher, and he grabbed a handful of her curly hair and yanked back on it, curving her spine and presenting her tits to the apartment window. Andy half hoped somebody was watching him fuck her ass from across the way.

When he released her hair, she fell forward onto the bed again, lying prone, her perky tits pressed flat aagainst the sheets, her feet dangling off the edge. Andy mounted her fully and fucked himself back into her tight, juicy ass. Lisa's hands desperately groped the sheets, trying to get underneath her, to reach her clit, but Andy's weight was too much on top of her. Eventually he grabbed her wrists and held them. "Please," she begged him, "I need it. Please let me cum."

"Bad little sluts like you don't get to cum," Andy growled, and that was enough to trigger her anyway. Lisa's eyes rolled back into her head as she came. He spanked her the whole time, making her ass pink as a valentine's day heart. Her orgasm never seemed to stop, and she bucked like a bull beneath him. The wiggling and tightening of her ass was too much for Andy. He pushed down on her shoulder blades, pinning her, and in as deep as he could. "Oh, fuck, take my cum," he said, and his dick erupted inside her. Waves of pleasure swept up his balls into his spine, and Andy spasmed with ever spurt of jizz. It felt like he was cumming inside hot velvet, and he couldn't stop. Andy's balls emptied themselves inside her, and her ass gushed with cum.

He lay on top of her for a while, catching his breath, but then his softening dick began to slip out of her, and he rolled over. Andy felt exhausted. He realized he still heard the shower running in the bathroom. It didn't take long before Lisa had sat up on the edge of the bed. "Now I really need a shower," she said, giggling. She hopped up onto her feet and padded naked across the carpeted floor to the bathroom, her shiny ass jiggling the whole way. Andy was sticky, too. He half considered following her into the shower and maybe fucking her one more time; who knew how long he'd have to wait to do it again. In the end, he yawned and thought better of it.

Besides, he still didn't believe her.