by PT Winters
She smiled at him, as a million things raced through his mind as she stroked him. He had several things he liked, sexually speaking, but he usually waited a few weeks into a relationship before voicing them. A first date, even this odd a first date, didn't seem like the time to bring most of those up.
Plus, she still had to look presentable when they were done, which kinda ruled out a fair bit of what he was thinking. It wasn't like he could just bend her over and fuck her, as nice as that sounded.
"Talk dirty to me, describe what you're doing." he instructed her.
"Well, my hand is wrapped around your cock, and it's very hard. Your cock I mean, not my hand." she giggled. "And now I'm stroking up your shaft. My fingers are brushing the tip of your dick, it's nice. And now I'm gripping your shaft hard, and I'm speeding up."
"Yessssss" he said through gritted teeth.
"I'm really jacking you now. You're so big, and I want this cock to shoot it's stuff. I want you to cum so bad."
She gripped him tightly and stroked as fast as she could.
"Are you going to cum soon? Are you going to cum for Cindy?"
lt felt amazing, utterly amazing. But he wasn't close yet. She hadn't been doing it very long but he knew she needed him to cum, so he wasn't sure what to say.
"Maybe you need some visuals?" she released her grip on his member and held up her breasts.
"Do you like my breasts? How about my nipples? Don't you wish you could touch them? Do you want to suck on them?"
She reached back out, and resumed stroking his dick.
"Don't you wish you could cum on them? Could you imagine?"
He was closer now. The dirty talk was definitely helping.
"What else can I do?" she asked.
"Just keep doing what you're doing."
"What about my ass? Do you want to see my butt?" she rolled over to her side, her magnificent ass now on display. The downside of this wonderful display was she was turned away from him and no longer able to play with his cock.
"Are you an ass man, Gary?" She asked. He was, he very much was. He wanted so badly to spank her butt, but resisted, knowing any redness he caused would undermine her political statement, so he instead began stroking himself.
"Oh you are an ass man, aren't you? Do you want to watch my tight ass while you jerk off?" She immediately regretted saying that. Calling attention to his masturbation may not actually help if he was embarrassed about it, that would only delay this process even more. And she had already made a comment about masturbating being embarrassing.
She hadn't planned on showing him everything but this kinda forced her to raise the stakes a bit. Rather then wait to see if it upset the mood, she rolled back over and grabbed his dick and made him an offer.
"What about my..." she smiled a wicked smile and looked down at her own lap while she pumped his cock. Her legs were held tight together, but he could see her pubic hair. Neatly trimmed into a landing strip, it seemed to point to her most intimate area.
"Would you like to see my pussy" she whispered, as if it was a secret. He nodded, unable to speak, as her hand continued to pump up and down. She poured on a quick burst of speed with her hand. He could feel and orgasm building.
She slowed again, as she asked.
"If I show you my pussy you're not going to think I'm a slut are you?" she teased him. "Please don't think I'm a slut. I just need to make you cum."
She opened her legs a bit, he watched as her slit became visible.
"But you have be quick. If I show you my pussy, you have to promise to cum... before I get too wet down there."
She shifted, and opened her legs wide. His balls churned and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Do you like what you see? Do you like my tight little cunnie?" she reached down with one hand and parted her lips for him.
"Oh god, I'm close. Cindy, I'm fucking close." Her hand sped up once more.
"Yes, yes, give it to me, give me your cum." she begged.
It was about then that she realized that they hadn't thought this through properly. He couldn't cum on her, as she wouldn't be able to properly clean up. And since he was leaning back, he couldn't just shoot his load onto the floor, as he was likely to get it on his pants.
She looked around, her hand still pumping his cock. Her boa was probably a bad idea, and unlikely to work. The cushions were useless. There! On the mini bar at the far end of the limo. Some napkins. They were perfect, but no sooner had she spotted them than Gary was shouting again.
"Oh god, I'm going to cum." he said.
She had but a couple of seconds to figure what to do, the napkins might as well have been on the moon, they were so far away. She wasn't going to get them in time. Once she realized that, she knew what the best option was. What they only option was.
There was only one way to ensure his jizz didn't make a mess anywhere. This was not something she ever did on a first date but she didn't seem to have much choice. And this was for a very good cause she told herself.
"Don't touch my hair!" was all she said before dropping her head and engulfing his cock in her mouth.
That was it. The warm wet feel her lips was too much, Gary erupted into her mouth.
"Fuck, yesss!" he moaned as he shot down the back of her throat. His second spurt filled her mouth. She was struggling to swallow and had to back off his cock a bit to make more room for his load. She tightened her lips around the tip, and sucked as much as she could, scared the entire time it was going to overflow and drip out onto his pants. Luckily she had managed to swallow some of it, and the next few spurts were much less, and she was able to manage his load.
Gary was spent, but she refused to release his cock from her lips. There was no point going this far, and having him drip the last little bit onto his tux. Using her hand, she stroked his shaft, coaxing the remaining cum out and into her mouth. She sucked for all she was worth, circling the head of his dick with her tongue as she did her best to get every last drop.
Finally she pulled herself off his cock, her mouth still full of his cum, and trying to swallow yet again. Gary put his dick back in his pants and slide over to the bar where was able get her some water, which she took it graciously, using a mouth full to rinse her mouth out before swallowing one last time.
"Thanks for that," she said.
"Yeah, well, I figured it was the least I could do." he said casually. She playfully punched his arm as the intercom buzzed.
"There was less traffic than expected ma'am, we're just about here." The limo pulled into a line of limos, behind the other guests for the film.
"How's my hair look?" she asked, adjusting her boa.
"Not a strand out if place." he assured her.
"I'll let my hairdresser know."
He gave her a disapproving look and said,
"I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable with you bragging about this, I don't want to get a reputation as being easy."
She laughed.
She wasn't about to make a habit out of it, but she didn't regret what she had just done. Maybe hanging out in her hotel room wouldn't require clothes after all she thought.
The Red Carpet
Gary stepped out of the limo to a series of flashes, photographers trying to get a killer photo of a celebrity without waiting to see who the celebrity was. By the time they had realized he wasn't famous at all, he had turned his back to them and was reaching into the limo.
Gary's hand held a beautiful woman's hand as he helped pop superstar "Cindi!" out of the vehicle. One of the most popular singers on the planet at the moment, the paparazzi would have swarmed her regardless, but here at the premiere of a major motion picture in which she had a small role they were expecting her to look her best.
And look her best she did, her black high heeled shoes matched her long feather boa perfectly, but no one noticed because other then the shoes and the boa, Cindi was completely nude.
She had an elegant evening dress that had been made especi
ally for her, but she refused to wear it because she had discovered the designer, Vincenti, used third world sweatshops to make his clothes. She couldn't abide by that and had decided to make a political statement about it. The plan was to have Gary walk her down the red carpet till they reached the final camera crew, at which point she would explain to the reporter that she would rather be naked than wear Vincenti's clothes.
Gary took her arm under his, and smiled. She smiled too but it was insincere and for benefit of the cameras. The pair talked in whispers through their unmoving lips like ventriloquists without puppets, so they appeared as normal and as happy to be there as everyone else.
"Ready?" Gary asked.
"As I'll ever be." Cindi responded.
The pair took a step, and then another, after the third, Cindi turned to the cameras and struck a pose as was expected of her. She would have made any evening dress look sexy and as it was, with the boa covering one of her breasts while the other was completely exposed she looked phenomenal. What really made the crowd react however was the pose she was making. Hand in her hip, one leg bent slightly putting her weight on the other, it was a typical red carpet pose. Because she was naked though, it meant her cunnie was on display, which of course shocked everyone. Cindi acted like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. She smiled, waved and then lead Gary a few more steps.
"How are you holding up?" Gary whispered through his smile, having issues with the h's. It sounded more like "ow are you olding up", but she understood what he meant and it kept their conversation as private as was possible in the given circumstances.
"I'm having an unexpected issue." She admitted, "I'm tingling."
"Well I'd have butterflies in my stomach too if I was doing something as brave as what you are doing." He comforted her.
"No, you don't understand," Still arm in arm, she leaned in and whispered into his ear so no one else could possibly hear her. "I'm tingling...in my pussy. This the hottest thing I've ever done."
"I dunno, that thing you did in the limo was pretty hot." Gary joked. She threw her head back laughing, genuinely amused by his comments but playing up her reaction for the cameras that clicked away.
That thing he was referring to was the handjob she had given him in the limo. It was vital they appear as non sexual as possible, and to get rid of his erection she had pumped him empty, swallowing his load when she realized she hadn't properly prepared for the mess make orgasms make. It had all made sense at the time, but it had left her quite excited.
Cindi being excited was actually the worse thing that could be happening at the moment. Any Indication that this was in any way sexual to her would mean the story that would play out would be about her having some sort of exhibitionist kink, so she needed to be asexual so they focus remained in the plight of the workers. Of course, this worked in theory much better than in practice, as she was discovering she was a bit of an exhibitionist.
"Cindi! Cindi!" A group of photographers called out. She spun her head over her shoulder and posed with her back to them, hand on her hip, looking directly into a lens, smiling. One end of the boa hung down her back and seemed to point to her perfect ass, which was on display for everyone. "Why are you naked?" One of the reporters yelled over the constant click of the cameras.
Without answering she stepped back to Gary, took his arm and walked a few more paces.
"Oh god, I didn't...
I didn't think this would be so exciting!" She told him through gritted teeth. "I'm going to ruin this. I'm going to be called a whore and nothing will change with Vincenti."
"First of all, you paid for everything tonight, so if anything, I'm the whore here." Gary joked, which made her smile, for real. "Secondly, your point is going to be made, no one knows how excited you are but me."
Their conversation was interrupted by another group of photographers. Cindi posed again, this time she faced them, put all her weight on one leg, and bend the other slightly, keeping her knees together. She crossed an arm over her stomach, touching her other arm just below the elbow. It was yet another typical pose for a woman on a red carpet. Since she was nude however, meant her trimmed pubic hair was on full display and as were her firm breasts. She held the pose for a three count and resumed the walk to the theatre entrance, which seemed miles away.
"I'm on fire." She whispered to Gary."
"You're doing fine." He told her, unsure what he could do. The red carpet was a new experience to him, he was just a regular guy with a regular job that has just fallen into this odd situation. He would have been overwhelmed by it if she had been clothed, as it was he just focused on her and blocked out everything else.
"Gary, I... Oh god, I'm going to orgasm. I really think I might." He could hear panic in her voice. Never mind the political statement she was making, if she orgasmed, naked, so publicly, her reputation and likely career would be ruined.
Gary looked around. They were about a third of the way to the theatre. Their limo had disappeared, replaced by another in a long line of limos so even if he wanted to take her back they way they had came, he couldn't.
Ahead however, he saw it. Midway down the red carpet was three steps up and with them, an opportunity to help her. It wasn't great plan, but it was all he had.
"How close are you?" He asked.
She looked at him, not understanding the question. He rephrased his question.
"How close to cumming are you? Can you hold off for one more pose?"
"I...maybe?" She answered hesitantly.
Gary took that as a yes, he had no other choice. He took her arm in arm once more and lead her to the next throng of cameras.
This time she held onto Gary's arm tightly, she needed the support. The pair posed, Gary made sure to keep his hand in the small of her back, well clear of her bottom so nothing appeared remotely sexual.
The feel of Gary's hand on her lower back, combined with the thrill of showing a half a dozen photographers her nubile body sent a wave of pleasure through her body, and she had to take a deep breath to contain it.
Sensing something was up, Gary ended the pose and lead her further down the runway.
"Everyone is looking at me. At my tits, my ass, my cunnie." She whispered to him as they walked. "Oh god, This is too much. I'm not going to make it!"
"You don't have to. Feel free to cum when I signal you." Cindi looked at him suspiciously
"I can't. I can't just cum in front of all these people!" She told him, knowing her body was going to whether she likes it or not.
"Sure you can, when we get to the steps, think about all the men looking at you, at the pictures that are going to be online, think of the millions of guys that are going to be jerking off to your body tonight." He told her.
Cindi couldn't believe what Gary was doing. He had seemed so nice when she had asked him out, and he had been so cool when she had explained the situation to him in the limo. He had even been a complete gentleman when she sucked his cock in the limo, but apparently he was just another asshole. He knew how orgasming now would ruin her life and here he was egging her on. Making it impossible for her to control herself.
"Gary, why are you..." He cut her off. They paused and he turned and pretended to way to someone behind them. As he turned he whispered. "Cindy, I'm going to give you such a deep dicking later, your pussy is going to ache for days."
It was too much, the cameras, her nudity, his bold statement that he was going to ravage her. The tingling in her cunnie exploded. She gasped uncontrollably. In front of dozens of cameras, which meant in front of the entire world, she began to orgasm.
Gary heard her take a deep breath and putting his hand on the small if her back guided her forward once more. Mid orgasm, she tried to take a step but her legs wouldn't move the way she wanted them too. Making matters worse they were at the stairs. They were only three small steps, but it was an impossible barrier for her right at that moment as waves of pleasure rippled through her body.
"Fall." He told her, and took a
step forward, and gave her the barest of nudges with his hand. Her mind barely grasped what was going on. Her foot caught on the step, and she let herself fall down. As she hit the ground, she grunted loudly, in pleasure as her orgasm rocked her body. She shook it passes through her body.
Gary dropped to the ground. Arms on her shoulders, he held her and whispered in her ear, away from the constant flashes of cameras. "Take a breath, let it subside."
She took a deep breath, and realized what he had done. It had felt like eons, but in the span of the last few seconds he had timed her orgasm to match when they arrived at the steps and then covered up her physical reaction to cumming in public with the fall. Looks like he was the nice guy that she had originally thought he was.
"Thank you" she replied as he shifted to her feet. He removed a shoe, and she stood back up, he used their bodies to hide his hands from the cameras. Unseen, he snapped the heel off the shoe