Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares - Sex Stories

Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares

... caught a person emerging from the fire escape, which we’d left propped open by necessity.

“Hello, is there anyone out here,” I recognised Pablo’s voice before he’d even turned in our direction and froze, with the full length of my cock buried inside Jen

Jen moaned, “Don’t stop – come on, FUCK ME!” and could only have had her eyes closed, mind centred on the feeling of her pussy, to have missed that we’d been joined by a third person in the alley.

Pablo took in the scene, Jen bent over and moaning was impossible to take in any other way, before locking eyes with me, “Sorry,” was all he managed, but it was enough to make Jen open her eyes and look to the sound of the voice.

If anything, Jen’s tone became even more demanding now she had an audience, “I said fuck me; I don’t care if he watches.”

Pablo had been in the UK less than a year, but the smirk on his face made it clear he understoodslutwhen he heard it. I tried to convey,‘What the fuck are you waiting for?’ with a look, and he got the message.

“David, the lady’s parents are asking for her,” Pablo said. “I was looking.”

“Shit,” I said, stepping back, taking my hands from Jen’s hips, my cock slipping from her dripping pussy.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jen demanded, looking back over her shoulder at me.

“Your parents…” I tried to explain reasonably.

Pablo's eyes took in my hard cock, and for the first time, there was genuine lust in his eyes; clearly enjoying my thick head and length, ...

... possibly revealing a little more about his own sexual preferences than I’d previously been aware.

Whatever Pablo may have wanted, Jen was absolutely certain and spoke forcefully again, “David, let me be clear – I’m not going back in there without someone’s cum inside me; it can either be yours or his,” she said, gesturing her head towards Pablo.

There was no way I was letting that happen, and who was I to argue – take what you can get in life– so without a thought for Pablo, or maybe because he was watching, I gripped Jen’s hips again and drove my cock back into her.

“FUUUCCK,” Jen wailed desperately, and I felt what had happened before she released her growl, “you’re in my arse.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I know Jen was wet; she’d orgasmed aggressively on my cock at least twice but in no way lubricated enough for anal sex, and while she wasn’t a virgin, it was the force of my thrust that had driven the head of my wet cock into her arse.

I instantly eased my forward motion, my intention being to pull out, but Jen stopped me with a word, “Don’t you fucking dare pull out now you’re inside – just give me a second, OK?”

Her breathing was deep; there was an obvious undertone of pain, but lust was the emotion conveyed as Jen adjusted to the thick head of my cock up her arse. Pablo’s eyes had widened at Jen’s near-scream, and now he looked on with a laudably unreadable expression.

To give us both a minute – Jen was gripping me like a vice, and my cock was literally pulsing - ...