Another Friday night at home alone, Pete was unemployed, no job meant no money to go out and party like he used to do. But Pete was a lucky man in some ways. His girlfriend Liz knew how stressed Pete would be, not only about losing his job, but also about not being able to afford to go out, so she bought a couple of bottles of cheap red over to cheer him up.

Liz told Pete to sit on the lounge and she would get a couple of glasses and put some music on. When she came back with the glasses, Pete poured the wine while Liz put the music on. The CD player was at the bottom of the Stereo stack and she had to bend over to put the disc on. Being the minx that she is , she bent at the hips allowing her mini-skirt to ride up to show Pete that she was wearing the tiniest thong that she could find in her drawer.

Pete forgot all about being unemployed and started to feel happy again, a semi erect penis always makes him happy. He slid up behind her and placed some tiny little bites on her butt, at first gentle ones, building up to some not so gentle ones. Liz didn’t pull away, quite the contrary, she backe! d up to him, giving him the encouragement that he was looking for.

He pushed her skirt up over her hips and rubbed her clit while he kept on biting her behind, giving her anus a little nip every now and again. He wasn’t sure if it was his saliva or her pussy juices that were making a puddle on the polished timber floor. Her G-string was so wet that it couldn’t hold any more moisture and she literally dripped onto the floor.

He slipped his fingers beneath the thong, and ran them across her clit, where the thong was stretched tightly across it; she let out a small sigh as he did so. Using his free hand, Pete pulled the fabric of the thong clear of her cunt hole, and gently eased two of his fingers inside of her sopping wet quim.

Liz was moaning so much that Pete slowed down, he thought that he was hurting her, but as soon as he did this Liz screamed “faster, harder”. After only a few more thrusts of his fingers Liz was cumming, Pete hadn’t even taken his jeans off, but his turn was coming. Liz turned him over and deftly took his jeans and shoes off and straddled his cock.

There was no holding Liz back, she just dropped straight onto Pete’s cock and started grinding away at his groin, Pete had never seen her like this before. He forgot all about his money problems and unemployment, he was engrossed in the moment, the pleasure. When Liz sensed Pete was on the verge of cumming she would stop grinding and be still, every now and then she would lift her butt and give herself a few slams of Pete’s cock. Liz was so wet that her juices were dripping onto Pete’s balls.

Liz got off Pete and told him that he was going to have to make a decision. ! She knelt on the lounge, leaning onto the backrest of the lounge, showing Pete her dripping cunt and gaping ass. He asked her why he had to make a decision, can’t he have both. “You greed cunt”, she told him; and then thought that if it makes him happy why not. Pete put his dick into her front bum and gave her a couple of long slow strokes to get it nice and slippery, then he put his helmet against her puckered asshole and slid it in really slowly hoping that Liz wouldn’t reneg on her offer.

Pulling his prick out of her pussy, he held back and sprayed hot, sticky cum all over the cheeks of her ass, Liz used her own hand to rub the gooey mess all over her own flesh, before falling in a heap on the floor, exhausted. Pete reached for the bottle of wine that was on the coffee table, and took a long hit from it, whilst thinking to himself “Ok, maybe being broke on a Friday night is not so bad after all”.