[Glen2712]

Birthday Bang

When you’re a girl, it’s not always that easy to get a no-strings, no-frills bone. I know, it seems like it would be, but sometimes you have to plan things out. Sometimes a little scheming is required. There was this one night that I really wanted to get fucked and fucked hard, but I didn’t want to hear any bullshit or whining about feelings. I didn’t want a boyfriend or even a date. Hell, I didn’t even want to know his name. I just wanted to get banged by a stranger, so I went to see some bands play at this bar, and I followed this drunk, hot guy out onto the smoking patio. I asked him for a light, even though I had a lighter in my purse.

“I’m here all alone,” I told him.

“I’ll hang out with you. It’s my birthday tonight.”

I made him show me his ID, and when I had confirmed that it was indeed his birthday I smiled and told him, “Happy birthday.” Even as I said it I was already planning on blowing out his birthday candle before the night was through.

“Come home with me,” I told him, “I’ve got a birthday present for you at my place.”

I led him to my bedroom, and he took off his clothes and lay on the bed. I pulled off my jeans and climbed on top of him, and I reached down for his cock. I straddled him with his throbbing rod in my hand, guided it into my slit, and slowly lowered myself down until it was buried to the hilt inside my quivering clam.

I rocked back and forth on his stiff prick, and he gasped, “Oh my God!” Each time I slid down on his rig he said it again. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” he moaned repeatedly as I picked up the pace. I thought to myself either this guy really loves the Lord or I have some damn good pussy.

I grabbed his ass and angled my hips so his shaft slid across my clit just right, and soon I was the one praising Jesus. “Oh my God you’re gonna make me come!” I cried as I bucked against him and pulled him into me as hard as I could, and when my poonie started pulsing he began thrusting into me harder and faster, and he stuck his finger deep inside my…

Ear.

Yes, you read that right. He stuck his finger in my ear. I have had men stick their fingers in my mouth while they were fucking me. I have had men stick their fingers in my ass, but I have never, ever had a man stick his finger in my ear. Ever.

“Oh God, oh my God, oh God,” he panted, “Are you on the pill?” Little late to be asking that, I thought. “Can I come inside you? I want to come inside you,” he groaned.

“Yeah, yeah, come in me. I’m on the pill. Come in me,” I moaned as he fucked me deeper, and the thought of taking this total stranger’s load inside me made me gush girl goo like crazy.

“Really, I can come inside you? Really?” he asked in a surprised tone, like he was shocked I had agreed because he had asked my permission to do something freaky, like say, stick his finger in my ear while I came, and not merely asked if he could do something that is usually pretty standard in these situations.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said.

“Oh my God, oh my God, I’m coming, oh my God!” he yelled as he shot his huge wad inside me, and then once it was over and he was finished and the Lord was sufficiently praised he passed out.

“Happy birthday,” I said, and I kissed that drunken fool on the cheek and went to sleep.

When he opened his eyes in the morning the first thing he saw was the vibrator on my nightstand, and he let out a startled yell. He obviously had no idea where he was.

“Do you remember who I am?” I asked, and he looked around as he mumbled and groaned unintelligibly.

“Do you remember that I have a dick?” I asked, and a look of pure terror crossed his face as he whipped the blankets back with lightning speed. When he confirmed that I was penis-free he smiled, laughed, and rolled on top of me. Whether he remembered me or not, within a couple of minutes I was loudly having the morning orgasm that is so much more important to starting my day than coffee ever could be.

After that I sent him on his way. He left his ring and his sock at my place. Standard chick trick, supposedly, but guys do it too. Guess he thinks now he can come back and pick the stuff up and maybe bone me again. Maybe I’ll let him. Maybe I won’t. Depends on who is at the bar tonight, and whether or not they give me the correct answer when I ask them if they’ve ever fantasized about sticking their finger in a chick’s ear. What the hell was that all about? I can think of so many better places to stick it.