An Accidental Creampie With My One Night Stand

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing, its screen illuminating the dark room. As I reached for it, I felt a warmth and heaviness next to me. Memories of the previous night came rushing back. I had met a handsome stranger while out with my girlfriends. We flirted, danced, and before I knew it, we were back at my place.

His name was Bruce, and he was everything I found irresistible - tall, dark, and handsome, with a charming smile and a captivating aura. I was drawn to him, unable to resist his charms, and before long, we were tangled in each other's arms, our bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time.

I could still feel the ghost of his large cock inside me, a pleasant reminder of the hard fucking we'd enjoyed. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but smile. As I turned to face him, I saw that he was awake, watching me with a lazy, satisfied smile on his face.

"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep. I blushed, remembering the things we'd done the night before, the way he'd made me feel. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd given me a creampie, filling me with his cum. The idea made my heart race and my pussy tingle.

I cleared my throat, struggling to find the right words. "Morning," I managed. "Did you, uh, sleep well?"

Bruce nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I did," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Especially after that amazing blowjob you gave me."

I blushed again, remembering how eagerly I'd sucked his cock, feeling it grow hard in my mouth as I explored every inch of it with my tongue. It had been a long time since I'd felt such a connection with a stranger, and I couldn't help but be drawn to him.

How many times did we do it last night? Two, three? At this point I couldn’t remember but we were crazy compatible! I watched as he whimpered and slowly went back to sleep, my mind started tracing back to what happened last night.

Once we’d reached my place, Bruce reached out and traced a finger down my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his voice full of desire. "Can I eat out your pussy?"

I nodded, unable to find my voice. I wanted him to touch me, to taste me, to make me feel the way he had the night before. I spread my legs, inviting him to explore my body, to make me his.

Bruce didn't need any further encouragement. He moved between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his head and kissed my inner thigh. I moaned, my hips bucking as his tongue found my clit, teasing it with quick, flickering strokes over my panties. He was quick to take them off though and he explored every inch of me, his tongue delving into my pussy, tasting me, feeling me.

I wrapped my legs around his head, pulling him closer, wanting more. He obliged, his tongue plunging deeper, his fingers tracing their way up my abdomen and under my bra, teasing my nipples. I cried out, my body trembling as I reached my peak, my orgasm washing over me like a wave.

As I came down from my high, I felt Bruce move up my body, his cock hard and ready. He entered me gently, his eyes searching mine. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him inside me.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, building up a steady rhythm. I matched his pace, meeting him thrust for thrust, my hips grinding against his. The feeling was incredible, the sensation of him filling me up, his cum mixing with my own wetness.

I could feel myself getting even more stretched out than last night, guess he got up with a higher sex drive than yesterday. His cock was swelling and becoming bigger with every passing second, and I could not resist pulling him in for a hot kiss.

I could feel another orgasm building, my body tensing as I approached the edge. Bruce must have sensed it too, because he began to fuck me harder, his hips slapping against mine as he chased his own release.

We came together, our bodies shuddering in unison, our moans and cries of pleasure filling the room. It was intense, overwhelming, and amazing.

The buzzing of my phone brought me back to reality. I glanced at the screen, my heart sinking as I saw the messages from my girlfriends, asking where I'd gone. I sighed.

I looked over at Bruce, his eyes closed in sleep, a small smile on his lips, I knew it had been worth it. I gently extracted myself from his embrace, pulling on a robe and heading out to the living room. I sent a quick message to my friends, telling them I was sorry for ditching them, and that I'd explain everything later.

For now, I just wanted to bask in the afterglow of the previous night, to savour the memory of Bruce's touch, his taste, his cum inside me.