The Side Project

Chapter 39: Allie

Chapter 39: Allie

Hello Slut

Hello Slut

Author's Note: We're a little off right now chronologically. Technically this would have taken place between Chapters 35 and 36 chronologically, but those chapters do not impact this one.

When I woke up it took me a few seconds longer than normal to piece together where I was. I was in a luxurious rental home near downtown, in bed with a man who was very much not my husband. 'Shit! My husband,' I thought to myself and panicked.

I rolled over and felt around for where my phone had ended up on the bedside table. I nervously checked my texts, but was relieved to find I didn't have any new ones. Garrison must have passed out in the 'barracks' of the clubhouse. Or perhaps was too black out to notice I wasn't home. It was just as I'd hoped, but I should have been more careful. I should've double checked my texts before I fell asleep. I'd gotten too caught up in the intensity of my connection with Reed.

Relieved, I gently disentangled myself from Reed, the man I was in bed with, and crept to the bathroom to get another form of relief. I felt a tiny bit better after peeing, but still kind of rough. Not nearly as bad as Thursday morning, after we'd really gone hard on Wednesday with the Sigma girls, but I was still feeling the effects of the wine and coke.

There was a half full glass of water on the bedside table. I downed that and grabbed my phone again, this time registering the time: 4:14 AM. So we'd been asleep for only four or five hours. I had no idea what time we'd finally collapsed. How many times had I cum the night before? Six? Seven? I'd lost count.

I returned to the bathroom and refilled my glass from the sink. I regarded myself in the mirror. My makeup was a smudgy mess. I hadn't bothered to remove it properly the prior evening. I also realized I was quite sore down there. That was a feeling I had not had in a long time. I liked it.

I grinned at my reflection. "Hello slut," I said softly.

I walked back into the bedroom and set my glass on the table, then stared at Reed as he slept. I was still a little confused by the things this man made me feel. It had been a whirlwind up and down three days. The intense initial connection. The weird pulling back. Then last night the pledge he wasn't afraid and was all in. I wondered what that meant exactly.

In a way, none of it mattered in the predawn hours of a Saturday morning. One thing was far more relevant to me: this man fucked me better than anyone I had ever met. And I wanted more.

Reed was on his back. It made things almost too easy. I drew back the covers and knelt on the bed beside his hip. I took his soft cock in my mouth and began tonguing it. There was a bit of a musty taste. We hadn't bothered with any sort of real clean up the night before. I was tasting our combined dried fluids. I wasn't grossed out. I was turned on by it. I could tell I was already getting wetter.

I was probably equally messy and musty tasting between my legs. The idea of another partner, a petite brunette, to clean me up flitted through my mind. 'Whoa, where did that come from?' I thought to myself. I typically wasn't really interested in women - I only did stuff with girls to show off for guys. Perhaps the debauchery of the week was rubbing off on me.

Reed's cock began responding to me almost instantly. Even in his sleep he was getting hard for me. I grinned inwardly. The feeling of power that reaction gave me, even when he was asleep, was intoxicating.

Reed was almost fully hard by the time I felt him begin to stir. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, not pausing what I was doing. I saw his expression change as he figured out what was going on. He grinned. It just made me want him more.

"You really are an insatiable slut," Reed said. Rather than interrupt what I was doing to respond I just pushed more of his cock into my mouth.

I stopped the soft licking I'd been doing to arouse Reed and started really sucking cock, taking him all the way down. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and moved my hand with my lips, enjoying the wet, hard feel of his dick.

Reed couldn't suppress his grunts of pleasure. I was getting incredibly aroused that I had him this turned on this quickly. He couldn't fully reach but one hand was stroking my ass encouragingly.

"You're going to get a morning snack if you keep that up much longer," Reed warned.

I loved the feeling of a man's cock exploding in my mouth. It was a rush to have that power. But the incredible sensation of Reed's cock filling me with his cum after our marathon sex session the night before was stuck in my mind. I wanted more of that.

"I want you to cum in my married pussy, but I'm a little sore," I told Reed, letting his dick out of my mouth for the first time since he'd woken up.

"Well you should probably let me kiss it and make it all better," Reed responded. Good man, he got the message.

I repositioned myself kneeling above Reed's head. He didn't hesitate and I felt my pussy being bathed by his tongue.

"How nasty am I? We barely cleaned up last night. I could still taste us on your dick this morning," I said.

Reed took a page out of my book and rather than respond he just redoubled his efforts to show how little he was bothered. I felt his tongue pushing into my pussy and the lips of his mouth pressing against my vaginal ones. Fuck it was a turn on.

I leaned forward and captured his cock with my left hand, ensuring he could feel the cool band of metal on my left ring finger. It drove him wild. He was absolutely devouring my pussy.

And the man knew how to eat a girl out. There was immense enthusiasm but also skill. I was getting close way more quickly than should have been possible.

I leaned forward and took his cock back into my mouth, completing the 69. I intentionally let my blow job get sloppy, letting the saliva and drool coat his dick and generally make a mess. I was getting off on the filthiness of this encounter.

Reed seemed to be thinking the same thing. I felt a hand creep between my ass cheeks and fingers probe my asshole. At the same time his tongue switched to my clit. I sat up as if I had no control over my body and yelped. The pleasure was insane.

"Yes, Reed! FUCK FUCK FUCK YESSS! Make me cum like a filthy slut!" I cried. He didn't disappoint.

I shrieked as the pleasure rolled over me.

Once I was done recovering from cumming like I had only a few times in my life, I crawled down Reed's body before turning around with my hips over his.

I took his cock in my left hand, again ensuring the glint of my ring was visible and lowered myself until his steel rod was all the way inside.

"You made me cum so hard, Reed. Now you get your reward. You're going to fill this married pussy."

I maintained eye contact as I began moving my hips up and down. Reed responded beneath me, pushing up in time with my thrusts.

"That's right Reed, just like that. Flood me, I want to feel it leaking out of me all fucking day."

I cupped my tits, enjoying the feelings on my sensitive nipples. I was putting on a show.

I leaned forward, planting my hands on his chest, it allowed me to ride Reed even better. It also drew our faces even closer. I was really moving my hips, fully focused on my goal. The eye contact didn't stop.

"Fuck you're insanely hot and your pussy is magical, Allie," Reed panted.

With a grunt I felt his hands pull my hips down so I was fully impaled. Then Reed groaned and I felt the explosion of warmth deep inside me.

"Good boy, giving your slut what she needs," I said softly. I collapsed on top of Reed, pressing my breasts into him. Our lips met in a kiss that should have been disgusting but was anything but.

"Am I too heavy for you?" I asked Reed. I laid my head against his shoulder.

"Not at all," he replied, strong arms circling my torso.

"Good then I'm going back to sleep like this, with you still inside me. If you get hard again feel free to start fucking me. I love it when you get hard for me."

To my surprise Reed didn't respond. I sat up slightly, concerned I might have gone too far. But there wasn't disgust in his expression, there was awe. I thought I'd broken his brain.