Dean stumbled laughing into the livingroom. He watched the woman in front of him. They were both drunk. She was giggling while she kicked off her heels. She was a hot little thing but he had already forgotten her name. Brandy, Bree, Bridget... something starting with Br, he was sure of it.
"You coming, big guy?" She asked.
He looked up in her eyes. They were so inviting. A smile spread on her face as she pulled the dress down and revealed her pink and black underwear. Yes, he was definately coming... and cumming.
He walked towards her as she took off into the bedroom, still giggling. His eyes landed on some mail as he walked past the livingroom table. He looked at the envelope on top. Brenda! He knew it was something with Br. He chuckled to himself as he walked away from the table and into the bedroom as well.
"You got too much clothes on," she said as she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
She smirked as she saw his abbs. Her hands landed on his torso and slowly they went down until they reached his belt. She unbuckled it and opened his pants. She was just about to stick her hand down his pants when he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
He didn't want foreplay. He didn't want her touching him. He didn't want to touch her. He didn't want a blowjob or eat pussy. He just wanted a quick fuck and then go home to his own bed. Drunk Dean wasn't always the most caring or giving Dean.
He spun her around fast and bent her over the bed. He pushed a leg between hers and kicked them apart a bit. She was still giggling and it was slowly starting to irritate him. He had no idea who she was. Just a random girl he picked up at a bar to fuck and now he just wanted it to be over with.
"Will you just shut up?" He growled as he grabbed her thong and ripped it off her body.
The giggling stopped but was replaced with a small shriek. He quickly grabbed his dick and got it out of his pants and he pushed himself inside her before she would start that annoying giggling again.
He thrust into her and she moaned out loud. Now that was a sound he could deal with. He thrust in harder, not caring to hold back to make it last. She didn't seem to mind the hard fucking. She just moaned louder for each time he would thrust in even harder so he continued in that direction. It didn't take long before he came. He held on tight to her hips as he leaned his head back a bit, eyes closed and with a smile on his face. It felt good to have been relieved like that.
"You're done already?" She asked, dragging him back to reality.
"Yeah," he answered and pulled out of her.
Not his proudest moment, he had to admit. He normally could and would go on for longer but he was drunk and tired and just wanted to cum inside a pussy, any pussy at all, and now he had gotten what he wanted.
She crawled up on bed, trying to look sexy, but whatever charm she had had in the bar had completely vanished by now.
"But I'm getting another round, right?" She purred and wriggled her ass.
"Sure. Just let me use the bathroom first," he lied.
She rolled down on her back, stretched her body and closed her eyes.
"Hurry," she mumbled.
He closed his pants and grabbed his shirt from the floor before she opened her eyes again and noticed. As soon as he was back in the livingroom, he put it on while walking through the room.
He was lucky. He hadn't even gotten out of his shoes to begin with so he was fast out of the house, leaving Brenda waiting on the bed for a man who would never return. Brenda! He chuckled again once he was outside in the darkness. Yeah, that name would be forgotten again tomorrow.