Ruined on the Deck

The evening air smelled of jasmine and fresh lemonade. I was standing on the summer deck in a thin sundress that barely covered my thighs when I heard that familiar low voice behind me.

"So, Lera, you decided to finish me off with that look?" Max chuckled—my husband's best friend, whom I hadn't seen in six years.

I turned around. He stood there in an unbuttoned shirt, tanned, with that same cocky smile that used to make me ache between my legs. His eyes dropped immediately to my breasts, straining against the thin fabric, and I felt my nipples harden instantly. Desire hit me hard, like someone had dragged a hot tongue across my clit right there.

"Max..." I breathed, stepping closer. "Still as bold as ever. Dima's away on business, and you come straight to me?"

He didn't answer with words. He just reached out and ran his fingers along my shoulder, like it was an accident. My skin broke out in goosebumps. I stepped even closer, feeling the heat radiating off his body.

"And you're still... such a dirty girl," he whispered in my ear, his breath scorching my neck. "Remember how we almost fucked at that wedding? You were already his fiancée."

I laughed softly, but there was a tremor in it.

"I remember. You said my pussy was too sweet to belong to just one man."

"And I was right," he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me against him. His palm slid lower, under my sundress, and squeezed my ass hard. "Lera, I'm going out of my mind. Are you wet already?"

"Check for yourself," I breathed, spreading my legs right there on the deck.

His fingers dove under my thin panties instantly. I moaned as two fingers slid easily into my wet slit. He started moving them slowly, in circles, brushing my clit with his thumb.

"Oh, fuck... you're so hot inside," Max groaned, pressing his lips to my neck. "Still so tight. Does your husband know you get wet just from an old friend looking at you?"

"Shut up and finger me harder," I whispered, biting my lip. My hips were shaking.

He obeyed, picking up the pace. Wet, squelching sounds echoed across the quiet deck. I grabbed his shoulders, feeling the orgasm already building.

"Not so fast, dirty girl," he suddenly pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips. "Suck."

I greedily took his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself. While I sucked, he unzipped his fly. His thick cock sprang free, heavy and already slick with precum.

"On your knees, Lera. Show me how you suck off someone you shouldn't."

I dropped to the cool deck boards. I took his cock in my hand, ran my tongue along the entire length, licking his balls, then suddenly swallowed him all the way to the base. Max groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"That's it... deeper. Yeah, you little slut... just like that. You always knew how to work your mouth."

I bobbed my head fast, spit running down my chin. He fucked my mouth, holding my hair, until I started to choke. Then he yanked me up, turned me to face the wooden railing, and hiked up my sundress.

"I want your pussy," he growled, pressing the head against my entrance.

"Do it... fuck me, Max. Hard."

He slammed in with one powerful thrust. I cried out in pleasure. His big cock stretched me from the inside, filling me to the limit. He started pounding me hard, gripping my hips. Every thrust made my tits bounce and my nipples rub against the railing.

"Tell me whose whore you are right now," he said, spanking my ass.

"Yours... I'm your dirty little slut..." I moaned, pushing back against him. "Fuck me harder, please..."

He sped up. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed across the deck. I felt his balls smacking against my clit. The orgasm hit me suddenly—my legs buckled, my pussy clenched hard around his cock, gushing wetness.

"I'm coming... Max, I'm coming!" I screamed.

He didn't stop. He kept pounding me through my orgasm until he finally roared. He pulled out and started jerking furiously.

"Open your mouth, dirty girl."

I turned, dropped to my knees, and opened wide. Hot ropes of cum shot onto my tongue, my cheeks, my chest. I swallowed what landed in my mouth and licked my lips, looking up at him.

"That's it... good girl," Max said, breathing hard, running a finger along my cum-smeared cheek. "Now you're officially my secret little slut again."

I laughed, still trembling from the orgasm, and pressed myself against his hot stomach.

"Try disappearing for another six years... I'll find you myself and ride you anywhere."

He leaned down, kissed me on the lips, tasting his own cum, and whispered:

"Deal. Now let's go again before your husband gets back. The deck's big enough."