Blue Room - Sex Stories

Blue Room

... dirtier, Blondie,” he assured her. She didn’t have time to respond because Zach’s fingers slid out of her ass and in moments he had pushed them to her lips. Instinctively her mouth opened and she eagerly sucked his fingers inside, her tongue swirling around them, delighting in Shane’s shocked expression. “That’s it,” Zach urged her, his deep voice like a growl in her ear. “Suck those fingers, Blondie. You love being my whore right now, don’t you.” “Yes,” she gasped, "you're gonna make me come so hard." Her hand was on the back of his neck and she pulled his face toward hers and kissed him hotly. The salty sweetness of their tongues coming together seemed like exactly the right kind of wrong in that moment. As her eyes strayed over Zach’s shoulder again, she saw Shane’s heady lust at seeing her initiate that kind of wet, intimate kiss and he responded with his own move. His hand slid up to the brunette’s throat and he pulled her back against him, tilting her face to the side as his lips found hers. She imagined his tongue pushing into her mouth, his cock pulsing inside her tight pussy. Smothering a moan, Megan began to grind harder on Zach’s cock. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt herself getting closer, her clit rubbing rhythmically against the fabric of his jeans. He seemed to sense it too because Zach grabbed her ass, holding her tightly as his thrusts became harder, more unabashed, not caring who might be noticing them. Glancing around, she’d realized that a few eyes were ...

... on them, amused, turned-on, unable to look away once it had become obvious that the club promoter was fucking some slutty little blonde right in front of them. The idea of people staring as this stranger’s cock throbbed inside her on the dance floor while her boyfriend watched from the sidelines propelled her into an intense orgasm. The illicit taboo nature of it had made her wild with lust. She was breathing hard, still clutched in his arms, feeling the heavy beats pounding in her head as the bl**d rushed through her body. “That’s it, Blondie,” Zach urged. “Fucking come all over my cock. I’m gonna fill you up so good it’s gonna be dripping out of you for days.” She bit her lip to keep a strangled moan from erupting from her throat as she felt him push deep inside her pussy before the warm thickness of his cum filled her in several long bursts. He moaned into her damp neck, his body heaving with the f***e of his orgasm. She heard his low laugh in her ear as the rhythm of their dancing slowed. “Damn, girl… that was hot.” “Very hot.” She could feel the creamy wetness deep inside her as he withdrew slowly. They stayed close together as he zipped up and she moved the flimsy fabric of her hot pink thong back into place. She hoped it was enough to keep his cum from dripping out of her as they stood on the dance floor, still breathing hard from the encounter. By the time Megan looked across the room to Shane, she saw that he was sitting on his own, the brunette nowhere in sight. Had ...