Red Hot: Chapter One - Sex Stories

Red Hot: Chapter One

... really got her motor revving.

“Barb,” the tall woman smiled as she entered her digits. “My name is Barbara.”

“I’m Gwen. Nothing personal. You’re hot, seem fun, and we move well together. I promised this one guy a shot, but I’ll probably text you.”

The redhead turned to go, but the tall woman, who had a surprisingly strong grip, grabbed her, pulling her back. She grabbed Gwendolyn and pulled her tightly against her towering body, her lips closing in for another impassioned kiss. As soon as their lips touched, the blonde’s hand ran under Gwendolyn’s slutty top, and she cupped the redhead’s boobs, squeezing the nipples, which made Gwen moan into her mouth. Not to be outdone, the brazen redhead’s greedy hand dove under the other’s skirt, pushed her panties aside, and Gwen’s fingers began torridly stroking the wetness between the beautiful Amazon's legs.

The woman’s legs buckled, and she grabbed onto Gwen’s shoulders to keep herself upright. The blonde woman threw her sexy face back, her mouth opening and wailing in ecstatic bliss. Her hips thrust against Gwen’s busy hand, humping into it and rubbing her clit against Gwen’s frenzied fingering. Letting her extreme arousal think for her, Gwen balled up three fingers and roughly thrust into the woman’s sex hole. The warm wetness saturated her hand up to the wrist.

“You like getting fisted in public, don’t you?” Gwen accused. Her tone was lusty, her expression wanton.

As people watched, cheered, and applauded, Gwen ...

... gently forced the towering woman down to the floor. She readily submitted, moaning with her own hands caressing her melons. Gwen knelt on the floor between her new friend’s legs, pushing them open. Tugging violently until the fabric tore, the horny redhead ripped the blonde's classy, sexy panties off her flesh, rending them. She tossed the wet, shredded undergarment to the crowd, then lowered her head, her tongue lapping up and down the writhing blonde’s slit until it stopped at her throbbing clit.

Gwen’s oral talents were legendary, as practice makes perfect. As Barbara cursed, writhed, and moaned, Gwen quickly brought her to a screaming orgasm. While the woman gyrated on the floor, cumming so hard that tears welled up in her eyes, Gwen kept fucking her. When Barb could breathe once more, the tattooed rebel girl withdrew her soaked hand. She rubbed the sex juice all over her lips and chin, licking the rest from her fingers and hand.

“Lick your cum off me,” she commanded. “While you finger yourself in front of all these people.”

Barbara, overcome with horny desire and high on the thrill of public exhibitionism, hurried to obey. She stuck out her long, pink tongue and slowly licked her own pussy juice off of Gwen’s face. The thought that the two were strangers, mere minutes ago, just made her finger herself all the harder. Gwen let her finish to another intense orgasm, then walked away.

Just as she was leaving the dance floor, the guy from earlier intercepted her. ...