“You did it…” he finally managed to say, with a mixture of shock and disbelief. “You actually fucked someone.”
“Uh uh,” I said moving my hand rhythmically over his hard on, stroking him through his jeans. “I’m the one telling this story. No interruptions.”
I leaned away from him until I felt the steering wheel touch my back. The short black skirt immediately slid upward, exposing the red mesh panties that he had inspected before I’d gone out that night.
“See I’m still wearing them,” I teased. “But I had to, otherwise all that cum would be running down my legs right now.” I moved just enough to let the light of the street lamps in the parking lot filter through the window enough for him to see the shiny glistening patch of wetness quickly soaking through the crotch of my panties.
“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” he said, clearly overwhelmed by the moment.
“Mmm… that’s because I got fucked… a lot .” Still leaning back, I slid a finger around the edge of the fabric, feeling the creamy wetness of my warm slippery smooth pussy. I slid a finger inside my cunt, stirring the cum, and feeling the walls of my pussy clench around my finger with excitement and sustained arousal.
“Kendra and I were hanging out with some guys, of course. And there was this one guy… I could tell how much he wanted to fuck me. And I started thinking about being a bad little girl for you tonight… and not just pretending this time. I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot that would be, about how intense your reaction would be knowing that I was in a public bar, letting myself give into our most debased fantasies.”
“Uh huh…” his eyes were still wide as he tried to absorb my words.
I slid my finger out of my soaking panties and showed him how wet with cum they were before smiling at him, and moving them up to smear over my lips before sliding them into my mouth, one after another. I started to grind my wet crotch against his straining hard-on, as our eyes locked while he watched me lick my fingers clean. So caught in the disbelief of the moment, he was unable to utter a single word.
“So I invited the guy to follow me into the private bathroom in the VIP section. And as soon as I locked the door, I knew I was going to be a nasty filthy girl for him. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants first.”
While I spoke, my hands worked quickly on Matt’s jeans, unzipping him just as I described unzipping Aaron’s, and then forcing Matt to lift his hips so that I could tug them down. He cooperated with me, obviously eager to release his own straining cock as he listened breathlessly to my filthy tale.
“Once they were around his ankles, I made him turn around and bend over, so that he was bracing his hands against the sink.”
“Oh my god,” Matt muttered, knowing my mind and where I was going with the story before the words even left my mouth. I took hold of his throbbing cock, already slick with pre-cum and began to stroke it between us, alternating by pressing it against my red mesh panties and sliding it up and down my slit. I let the cum push through the sheer fabric and cover his cock, lubricating it for my nimble hands as I stroked his shaft while I continued telling the story.
“And then, I spread the cheeks of his ass and leaned forward and shoved my tongue inside him. Not soft or yielding, but right inside his hole, nice and deep. He wasn’t expecting it, but he was so turned on by it that he immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into him. Can you imagine that? My tongue sliding into his ass while I was on my hands and knees in that bathroom…”
Before Matt could say anything, my hand slid up to curl around the back of his neck, holding his face steady while I moved in to press my lips against his. I could feel the initial restraint of his protest, obviously knowing where my mouth had been earlier that night. My hands slid up into his dark hair, holding him firmly, and insistently parting his lips with my kiss, and sliding my warm dirty little tongue into his mouth. I began to kiss him long and deep, my filthy mouth locked with his so that he couldn’t escape me. My free hand was still at work stroking his cock. It was rock hard and pulsing in my grip. He was clearly conflicted by the shock of the story and the obvious turn on of hearing how I had gleefully given into our most debased fantasies. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through both of us and it created an electric connection between us that far surpassed all of our pretend role-plays. This was the real thing. And it was overwhelming.
No longer reluctant, he began to kiss me back, his hands moving to grab hold of my ass and pull me against his groin. My breasts pressed against his chest and I could feel his heart thudding against mine, as his cock rubbed urgently against the soaked mesh of my panties. I could feel the cum pushing through the fabric, making his shaft slippery between us as he rubbed his hard-on against me. Our kiss intensified, both of us gasping for air in between.
“You like kissing my dirty little mouth, don’t you?” I murmured against his lips.
I reached one hand back to slide down the back of my panties, pushing two fingers into my ass and feeling the warmth of cum around them, vigorously finger-fucking my hole as we made out. Then I slid them out and brought them up to my mouth and his. I pushed them in between our lips, momentarily shocking him and making him want to pull back from me, but my other hand moved up to block him from twisting away. I firmly cupped the side of his face and fed my cum covered fingers into his mouth. His tongue slid reluctantly over them as his cock jerked against my belly, still hard with arousal despite every shocking word I uttered.
Then I slid my fingers into my own mouth, sucking them clean before I pressed my lips against his again, kissing him deeply and sharing the cum between us.
“I want you to suck my dirty little tongue,” I murmured urgently against his mouth before sliding it between his lips.
I felt them obediently close around my tongue, sucking it, despite the debased knowledge that it had been inside another man’s ass earlier that night. It made me relish the intensity of my control over the situation. Me free hand moved to finger my ass again, covering it in another bath of warm cum and then I pushed Matt back against the seat and wordlessly slid my wet fingers into his protesting mouth, while I continued.
“Suck these fingers while you listen to the rest of my story. Because it didn’t end there, with his hand on my back of my head, not letting me get away from him without giving his ass a good tongue fucking. As I licked his ass he was stroking his cock and telling me what a dirty little cheating slut I was. And oh god, Matt… I was such a fucking slut tonight, you have no idea. While I was still on my knees he moved me until I was pinned back against the wall before sliding his long hard cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat so hard as he began to fuck my face, and I loved every minute of it. I reached around and began to work my finger into his ass at the same time I was sucking his dick. First one finger, and then two. He was so turned on, trying to hold back, loving how he was getting to face fuck and defile me in that bar bathroom, and knowing my boyfriend would hear every filthy detail later on. He couldn’t hold back, and before I knew it, he had flooded my mouth with cum. I held my mouth open wide, and I felt some of it spattering my cheeks and dripping warmly over my lips and down my chin.”