It Was A Blind Date - Sex Stories

It Was A Blind Date

... sweet, thick scent on his finger as he rolled around the same corner just in time to see the women's washroom door swing closed. He paused a moment, casting a look over his shoulder then pushed the door open again. She was pressed against the black and white tile of the room, her dress pulled up to her waist exposing muscled thighs and a thin, black lace thong. She held the dress with her right hand while two fingers were pushed deep inside her. He could hear the sploshing of her wet pussy with every thrust. He locked the door and approached, kissing her exposed neck, a slight vein pulsating just beside her throat. Her dark eyelids closed tight before fluttering open, “Fuck” she groaned biting the top of his ear. He reached through the opening of her dress and squeezed her right breast, fondling her hot skin while her nipples tensed between his rough fingers. He took off her dress with a few clumsy yanks, her straight hair a sexy tangle as she looked at him while biting her lower lip, the top of her head barely reaching his shoulders. He stepped back to admire this woman in only her high heels, and loved those tits, round and firm, and the way her nipples were pointed and willing as they searched the air. Leaning into her, he put his mouth around those nipples, nibbling slightly. “Harder,” she demanded, slapping him firmly across the face. “And use the tip of your tongue, you prick. Have you never done this shit before?” He probed her nipples with his tongue and his front ...

... teeth, tasting and pinching her hard. He switched between her tits, swirling his tongue around her feeling her rigid flesh as it grew with goosebumps. She grabbed his cock, bulging inside his pants, and then pulled away from him, his teeth stretching her dark pink nipples in the process. Now on her knees she pulled down his jeans to his ankles; he felt a shot of adrenaline race through his spine, sending hard pulses through him. Reaching into his shorts she pulled out his tense meat, a few clear drops falling from his swollen, shiny head. She looked at it, rolled her eyes, then looking up while still holding his shaft by two fingers reacted, “Really, this?” She let his four inch cock drop then laughed shaking her head from side to side. “Fuck you. This is what I’m wasting my fucking time on?” she complained. Tom met her searching eyes, confused, but also turned on. “Wait here with that scrawny thing.” He shook his head, complying, while stroking himself carefully, wondering why this absolute debasing turned him on. A few minutes later the door flew opened and in walked a tall man in black work boots, wearing a plain white shirt and matching pants. He had a broad face, with a square jaw and short, dark hair. Tom saw his tattoo of scarlet king snake running across his thick forearm, but before he could act or say a word he saw two arms go across the man’s burley shoulders. The man entered, carrying on his back a still-naked Celeste. Once off the man, she kicked the door shut with ...