Hey lovelies! It's ***Slut Stories Saturday!!!*** Unzip your..

Hey lovelies! It's ***Slut Stories Saturday!!!*** Unzip your pants because I've got a hot new story for you all. I'm not kidding; I want all you to read this post with your pants pulled down. Getting nude would be even better. Turn out the lights, close the door, and grab your cock. Sit back...relax...enjoy the show! ***PART 1*** ___________ I was sitting in the middle of Sid's living room. I had gone to the bathroom for a minute to freshen up; when I returned to the living room of his small apartment near the campus of UCLA, Frank Sinatra was pulsing from the stereo, and Sid had lit some tall red tapered candles on the coffee table. A typical romantic mood-setting cliché. Poor Sid was trying so hard to get in my pants. We had just met a few hours ago at a common friend's party. Sid was an average-looking guy, about 5"8, short dark hair and kind of skinny. He had convinced me to come up to his apartment around 2:00 this morning; the party we had just left was getting loud and out of control, and we could barely hear our own voices. He was probably thinking, "Please, God, I hope I get lucky. I'm horny and want to score tonight, but I always strikeout." We had already made out a bit at the party, and I could see the bulge in his jeans. He wanted me so badly...but probably thought he wouldn't get much further than second base. Boy was he wrong! You see, I was in a really slutty mood. I had purposely picked out the shyest, quietest guy at the party. I wanted to find someone who may not have had as much luck with women on the weekends...and blow his mind! I had no intention of fucking him, but I wanted to feel his hard cock in my mouth. I didn't even want to receive oral sex; sometimes, giving a guy I hardly know a hot blowjob can fuel my masturbation fantasies for a few weeks at least; the memories of getting down on my knees and totally rocking a man's world can make my pussy wet as hell! "Fran Sinatra, huh?" I asked him. "Yeah, I uh, dig his music!" Sid stammered. "No you don't! You just put his music on in the hopes of getting laid." "No, I really like it!" he lied. "C'mon, admit it. If you are completely honest, you might get rewarded!" I sat down next to Sid and started to rub his lap with my right hand. His bulge grew, straining under his jeans. Clearly embarrassed, yet wanting to please me, he confessed. "Aw, Riley. You got me. I read in Playboy that all women like Frank Sinatra. His music is supposed to get women all hot." "Well, Sid. You don't really have to try so hard to get me 'all hot.' I unsnapped his pants. My hand went for the zipper, and I quickly unzipped his pants as well. "Riley! Oh, wow," he responded to my moves. Without saying a word, I got off of the sofa, sat down on the floor, and in one swift move, I yanked both his pants and his briefs off. I tugged them over his feet and tossed them to the floor. Sid was utterly stunned, having had his pants pulled off so quickly. We had only been in his apartment for about a half an hour, and he was sitting on his sofa on his bare ass, his cock sprung into the air. "Oh my God, I wasn't expecting that!" he yelled. "Mmm...I guess your Frank Sinatra playlist did the trick, Sid!" I said huskily, trying to imitate the late musician's voice. ***To be continued...***