In the Name of Art - Part III - Sex Stories

In the Name of Art - Part III

... sex after he had been inside her all night. She craved that wetness of his spunk leaking from her throughout tomorrow. He kissed her neck and took the opportunity to be heard. “You filthy fucking slut. I want you.” Symbiotically they writhed against each other, engrossed in each other as if no one else was there. Escaping his clutches, she turned to face him, her lithe body snaking and contorting to the music. He met her move for move amidst the seething mass of revellers. Seduction at one hundred and thirty beats a minute, her perky nipples poked against the latex of her dress. That churning ache inside her fuelled her need to taunt him one provocative swish of her hips at a time. With a gesture of drinking, Harry nodded in return. Taking his hand, she led him boldly off the dancefloor. Feeling a swell of pride, it fed that ache as she saw them showing their appreciation of Harry. Occasional surreptitious eyes glanced at her, the flick of eyelashes in a naughty wink of an eye. She returned to them a sly grin of her own, a moment of unspoken sisterhood. Ensconced in a corner with their drinks, they had a vantage point looking out over the rest of the club. The ambiance here was no different from the dance floor. It dripped with a profound sense of the erotic; the deep red lighting filtered all but the boldest colours. Stolen glances mixed with the more overt, Penny took Harry’s hand and squeezed it. “I’m so fucking horny Harry, just take a look around you, doesn’t it turn ...

... you on?” The club was a mass of people glammed up, acres of naked flesh on show tantalising them both. Bits of tape covered nipples leaving the rest on show, sheer underwear only one bright light away from revealing its contents. Figure hugging latex and leather worn in exultation to human sexuality. It was impossible not to admire, impossible not to make eye contact and smile. His initial reticence was a mistake; excitement coursed through him now with every heartbeat. This felt so daring and invigorating; he did not want this addictive feeling to end. “Harry.” He turned to look at her and she smiled wickedly at him. Leaning in for a lingering slow kiss, she broke from him and pressed her finger to his lips. Accepting it, the sweet musky taste was unmistakable. Instinctively he sucked on it; the velvet texture of his mouth made her eyes half-close with arousal. Easing her finger from his mouth, she leant in to him. “Fuck me, Harry, I want your cum, I want it so it can leak out of me on the dancefloor.” She eased her legs apart to flash her bare smooth sex, and his look of alarm made her giggle. This brazen act of exhibitionism was the final straw; he felt his cock filling with blood. Throughout the entire night, every sinew of his body teetered on the precipice of intense arousal. This deviant act had tipped him over the edge; she placed her hand onto his confined cock. “There’s a girl over there looking at my wet cunt.” Harry tracked to where Penny’s eyes were looking. A ...