He took my hand and sucked the tip of my finger, staring at me the entire time causing my legs to quake under the table. I fanned my face sheepishly playfully pretending to be overwhelmed, but deep down it was exactly how I was feeling.
“I’m not usually this forward, but the light is pretty dim back here.” He moved his chair next to me with his hand landing on my bare knee creeping up until he was underneath my skirt.
To the casual observer, they would be unaware of anything untoward going on thinking that we were dating with the passion still alive in our relationship. The clerk had disappeared in back giving us a window of opportunity. His finger found its way underneath the crotch of my panties soaking the tip with my hot juices.
“I’m already in too deep to go back now,” I muttered underneath my breath
“Amber, that should’ve been my line,” He inferred and followed up his statement with the penetrating force of his finger opening me up.
I couldn’t help but take advantage of our privacy by sliding my hand down the waistband of his pants. I came in contact with something bigger than life in desperate need of me worshiping it on my knees. I took bravery to the next level by descending on his crotch until I had my lips on him. It was an unspoken understanding that he was going to have to be the lookout to make sure that our improper behavior wasn’t discovered.
“I see that I’m not the only one to go after what they want. Those fucking lips are amazing. I bet you can’t take the whole thing,” He tantalized me with his spoken dirty words of encouragement and I was not going to back down from the challenge presented.
The concern for being caught doing something extremely risky in public vanished from my thoughts. The only camera in the place was near the door directed at the cash. The only way that my act of going down on him was going to be recorded for posterity was by somebody’s phone. It was too dark for anybody to see what we were doing, but it was still highly intoxicating to get away with it.
I was careful not to make much noise slurping all over his black meat. There was no escape from reality. I looked up into his sky blue eyes to witness for myself his reaction to the heat of my mouth. I was pushing myself beyond all reason, but getting the head into my throat was harder than expected.
“Just take it easy and relax those muscles. There’s no reason to panic. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” It was a broad statement to make and the shivers running down my spine was forcing me to do the impossible.
He was very calm, but I could hear the crack in his voice from the pressure he was under courtesy of my mouth. It was deliciously decadent. His cock was in a league of its own approximately 10-inches with this slight curve. The contrast of my pink lips to his dark meat was the devil in disguise. I was being led into temptation and I felt the moment of truth rumbling in the palm of my hand.
I came back up to the top with a loud pop stealing an extra swipe with my tongue to make him moan. I sat back with my eyes darting around the room. My mind was being overruled by my body which would explain the reason why I straddled him with my back against his chiseled chest.
His cock disappeared underneath my skirt and it was almost like fate had lent a hand. I wasn’t wearing my customary leather skirt. This plain pleated dark one was down to my knees with the type of material to make it easy to hide what we were about to do.
“You’re fucking crazy. I don’t mind. I have found sex with the crazy ones are always more explosive. I just have to be careful about owning any pets,” He referenced a movie about obsession and I could easily see myself turning into a stalker to get another taste of what he had to offer.
“Look who’s talking. I think you might be just as crazy as I am to even contemplate doing this in public.” I shifted with the knob of his impressive equipment nudging my panties aside until I let gravity do the rest.
I held my hand over my mouth with my eyes wide open. The very thickness pushed past the restriction of my lips and I began to take the biggest cock I had ever had in my life. To have it attached to a black Adonis was a bonus I could sink my teeth into.
I moved my body around in a circle and was gyrating in his lap. My eyes were focused on the counter and the clock on the wall announcing that it was 5 minutes to closing. This was going to be quick but I had no doubt my talents would wipe away his resolve. I could be very persuasive and had learned to control those muscles in a massage technique hard for him to resist.
His hands were on my hips and he slowly lifted me up and then back down several times. My clothes were sticking to me and I could feel my nipples rubbing raw against my bra. I could hear my body whispering loudly in my ear about the orgasm coming on strong. I tried unsuccessfully to drain his snake of the white-hot venom boiling in his balls.
I placed my knuckle in my mouth biting into the sensitive flesh when my orgasm struck like lightning between my legs. I was a rag doll for his sexual amusement. I slumped forward with my hands on the table breathing deeply until I felt this empty feeling. He had taken away what I wanted most.
He was in my seat, pulling up his zipper and I sat there completely bewildered.
I rummaged in my purse to find the dildo I kept there for moments of unrestrained bliss. I wasn’t about to stop the fire burning down below when it felt too damn good. I attempted to imitate what he was doing to me by fucking my gaping pussy with him watching.
“I stand corrected. You’re not crazy. You’re out of your fucking mind. Damn it …I wish I had more time. This was supposed to be a brief meeting, but it turned out to be a whole lot more than that. I really do have to go, but I would stay if this wasn’t a lucrative contract worth millions of dollars for my bank from a Japanese businessman.” He backed away, turning and stopping every few steps to watch me.
“I want to… I want you to come out with me…Saturday night.” I was biting my tongue and I came for the second time squeezing down on that plastic phallus until I had metaphorical smoke coming out of my ears.
My juices were coating the dildo and the friction of my thrusts slamming it deep was causing it to froth up. He was at the door and I lifted the monstrosity to my lips and dipped it into my mouth. Terrance stumbled back making the bell go off over the door upon his exit.
Chapter three
There was loud music and people with money to burn were crowding the dance floor. I had reserved the VIP room with bottle service for my girlfriends. It was an expense but was worth it to blow off some steam in the hope of seeing Terrance tearing up the dance floor. I kept looking for him, but there was no sign of him.
It was no reason to get excited. It was still early around 10:00 PM. The drinks were heavily medicating me into a state of euphoria. Champagne and shots became the order of the night with each of my girlfriends becoming highly susceptible. It wasn’t long before they were on their feet dancing to the beat of the music with male partners.
I turned when I felt someone touch my shoulder coming face to face with Emmett. I had no idea how he located me, but I wasn’t exactly shy with my status on social media. It was easy for him to figure it out.
I was glad for the company and I followed him out onto the dance floor.
He offered me some ecstasy and I was inclined to accept. I found sex more enjoyable when everything was vividly clear flowing through the eyes of intoxication. It wasn’t long before I was feeling the effects and wishing that we were alone to feel his fingers trailing over my body.
“I thought I would take a chance and surprise you. I can’t seem to stop thinking about the other night. I thought my fantasy was to be with Megan Fox, but you are definitely your own woman.” His hands were on my hips and they gravitated until he had a full portion of my ass cheeks in his hands.
“I don’t normally like surprises, but this one is making me smile. I have a few choice words, but I’m afraid that I might have to have my mouth washed out with soap. I swear like a sailor and I fuck like a whore.” I stuck my tongue down his throat with my fingers locked behind his neck when there was suddenly a telltale bulge pressed up against my hard ass.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. You did send me a message to meet you here a few minutes ago.” Terrance didn’t seem to be put off that I was dancing with another man and the same thing could be said for Emmett.
They didn’t know each other and the only thing they had in common was me. I wasn’t an open book, but they could read between the lines. Emmett took control of the situation by turning me toward him. He kissed me in the same way that I had just finished with Terrance.
They were both dressed to impress with black pants and polished shoes. Terrence was wearing a cobalt blue shirt with the first couple buttons undone.
Emmett was wearing this very tight black Henley stretching over his massive chest.
I could smell their overpowering cologne and the ecstasy was making it more pungent than it already was. I saw these colors and the feel their hands slithering over my body made me feel like they were making a beautiful portrait using me as their muse. They were using their hands as paint brushes. They wanted a piece of me.
I was self-absorbed with the pleasing sensations to notice that we had garnered the attention of those on the dance floor.