If You Have Been Slutty, Your Rug Burn Knees Will Give You Away!

A badge of honor is some rug burn knees!

 

Have you ever had rug burn knees from doggy-style sex? I have! It didn’t hurt badly when it happened, since I was absorbed in “other activities.” It was hot the next day, and I was wearing shorts while shopping with some girlfriends. One of them laughed and asked what had happened to my knees. I blushed a bit as I related the night before having sex on all fours on the living room carpet. My knees were quite red and looked a bit worse for wear. They laughed and said they’d also had that happen to them on occasion. The first time I ever had rug burn knees was in high school.

My boyfriend at the time convinced me to fuck on the shag carpet in his family’s basement. It was private down there, and no one bothered us. That rug, though, is not easy on the knees. Then, I noticed a few girls laughing and pointing at them in school the next day. I was wearing a mini skirt, so I think they knew what I’d gotten them from. So, I assumed they had gotten them before, so they were aware of rug burn knees. I don’t know; I’m just not a huge fan of being on all fours on the carpet. The bed is so much more comfortable. Of course, there’s not always a bed available when we’d like there to be.

The next time I got rug burn knees, it was well worth it.

My boyfriend and I came home after a party and were so horny that we didn’t make it to the bedroom. We came in the door, kissing and groping one another. We fell onto the sofa and were making out. I got on my rug burn knees in front of him, took his dick out, and started sucking on it. He leaned back on the couch and moaned with pleasure as I swirled my tongue around his dripping shaft. I knew my pussy would not be able to wait much longer. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and got down on all fours on the rug. Elbows down, ass up. He knew my cunt was his, and he rammed it in, all the way up to the balls.

I grunted with delight as I felt him thrust in and out of me. My knees were digging into the carpet, and I could tell they’d be red the next day. I didn’t care, my pussy was being satisfied right now, and that’s all that mattered. I reached underneath myself and started to rub my clit in little circles as he fucked me. It felt so good. The only thing I think that would have felt better would have been a tongue licking it instead. I squeezed my cunt muscles around his shaft, milking him. Finally, he grabbed me by the hips and got a real rhythm going as we fucked. My rug burn knees stung.

With each thrust of his cock into me, my rug burn knees skidded beneath me.

The friction was annoying, but just part of fucking in this position. He grabbed my breasts and massaged them, kneading them in his hands. I loved how my nipples grew hard at his touch. He pulled me back with his hands around my breasts, pushing his cock deeper into me. I knew I was going to cum any second and cried out. I came in a gush on his shaft, and he kept pumping into me. He deposited his load into me a few seconds after. I could feel the splashes of cum inside of me and his cock pulling out with a pop. Then, I just collapsed on the rug, my rug burn knees aching a bit. I knew they’d be worse the next day for sure.

We stumbled off to bed and sure enough, my rug burn knees were red and scuffed up in the morning. I grumbled a bit at him, and he laughed, telling me I loved every second of it. He was right; I did. Some scuffed-up knees were a small price to pay for our hot fuck session on the floor the night before. When will I ever learn? Oh well. My pussy doesn’t mind one bit.

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