Bitch Maker Part 1

Sammie pulled her face from between his cheeks, licking her lips. She milked his cock of the last bit, the juice dripping down onto Alex's face, covering his lips and mouth with his semen. Sammie eased Alex's legs back onto the bed. She lowered her crotch onto his face, wiping the cum around and covering her cock and balls with it. With a firm push she rolled Alex onto his back and he spread his legs apart for her as she moved between his legs. Sammie pressed her cock against Alex's rear, rubbing it around, the cum dripping down his crack.

Tired of teasing, Sammie held he cock straight and pushed forward, cum and spit on his asshole lubricating her head as it forced open his back entry. Alex grunted beneath her and wrapped his arms around a pillow as Sammie began thrusting into him. She griped his sides and began fucking him as hard as she could, the soft, wet inner walls of his rectum an Eden for her pulsing cock. Finally, Sammie tensed up, pressing her tits against Alex's back as she came in his ass.

Sammie sat in the pool room the next night. It was the company pool tournament, something she came to every year so she could claim to be a "team player" on the self review ever around the bend. Her opponent was one of her co-workers, Mark. She stared at his dirty blond hair while he took his turn. He hated it when she called his hair color "dirty blond" but that's what it was. He reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes, staring exasperated at the table.

Sammie, "You can't make any shots! Just hit the damn ball!"

"I don't know, if I hit it off the side and into that ball..." Mark trailed off dreaming of a possible shot.

"Bah, you hear, Bah!" Sammie walked off to the bar and ordered excessive amounts of alcohol before returning with her tray to the game. Over the next hour she became quite intoxicated and proceeded to lose several games to her slow ass adversary. A sore loser she blamed the bartender, the white ball, and Mr. Popo for her poor performance before wobbling out to her car. Sammie drove about 20 miles an hour the whole way home, thinking she was doing a pretty good job looking sober, in fact maybe her drunk driving was safer then all those non-drunk losers that went all fast and honked at her, and... stuff.