Come in her mouth
Pull her onto your lap
Tempted as you are to let Paige finish you off, you pull her away from your cock. She gazes up at you quizzically before you guide her onto your lap. You hear her gasp as you pull the back of her skirt up high and pull the gusset of her panties to one side. She reaches behind her and grasps your length, guiding the tip of your rigid shaft to her sodden slit. She sits down on you, stifling a moan of pleasure as she impales herself on your long, hard cock.
“Fuck, that feels good!” Paige hisses under her breath as she begins to rock back and forth in your lap. Her hot velvety pussy feels incredible around your straining shaft and your balls churn with a desperate need for release. The excitement of doing this in such a public place has your pulse racing. The theater seat creaks rhythmically as she bounces up and down on you. She reaches up and clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans of delight as she closes in on her own orgasm. You grasp her hips and begin to drive up into her, meeting her downward thrusts as the pressure rapidly builds in your loins. Intuitively, Paige reaches down and gives your balls a squeeze through your slacks.
“Paige!” You gasp. Unable to hold off any longer, you bite down hard on your lower lip and grip the armrests as you feel the tension released. Your cock jerks as your seed races up your shaft to erupt deep inside her. You hear a stifled squeal of delight escape her lips as she feels your hot come gushing up into her pussy and it seems to trigger her own orgasm. She trembles and shudders in your lap, her pussy quivering around your spurting cock. Your climax is intensified by the necessity for silence as her clenching pussy draws every last drop of your thick come from you. As your climaxes finally subside, Paige slumps back against you, her body heaving as she catches her breath. She finally climbs off you and slides back into her own seat as you slip your wilting cock back into your slacks. You glance across at her as she pulls her skirt back into place. She flashes you a smile and leans across, kissing you tenderly. She pulls away and glances at the huge screen beyond the sea of heads before you.
“You got the first clue as to what’s going on in this movie?” Paige asks. “I was kinda distracted for a while there!” Your chuckle elicits a sour glance from a woman in the row before you.
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As Paige’s head bobs up and down in your lap, you cannot bring yourself to stop her. You continue to pump your fingers in and out of her sopping slit as you feel your climax swiftly building. Her mouth feels incredible, her soft lips sliding relentlessly up and down and bringing you closer by the second.
“Paige!” You whisper, feeling you should warn her. She doesn’t react and you’re not about to make a point of it. Your pulse racing with excitement, you thrust your fingers in and out of her faster still. Her muffled moans of pleasure vibrate pleasantly around your shaft and you realize she is just as close to her orgasm as you are. Her juices run down your probing digits and you feel her stiffen, her rhythm momentarily interrupted as she shudders as the first powerful wave of ecstasy crashes through her. As she quivers in the throes of her orgasm, she sucks on you with wild abandon. You cannot hold off any longer and you lift your hips up off the seat as your balls draw up and unleash their load. You grit your teeth, somehow remaining silent as your cock erupts into Paige’s mouth. She draws her head back until just the head is in her mouth as she sucks and slurps up your spurting seed. As her orgasm subsides and she gulps down the last of your come, she pulls away and sits back down next to you. You lean across, your lips brushing her air.
“Thanks doll.” You whisper. “I haven’t been that excited in a movie house since I saw Rita Hayworth in Gilda!” She chuckles and you feel the warmth of her body against you as you settle down to watch the rest of the movie.
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“You know, I promised myself I wouldn’t do that.” Paige murmurs as you leave the movie house, people milling all around you. “I was gonna show that son of a bitch, Sam Harlowe I wasn’t that easy! I guess you showed me instead, huh?”
“I guess so.” You chuckle, weaving your way along the busy sidewalk. “No regrets I hope?”
“Don’t be goin’ soft on me, Sam!” She laughs. “I’m a big girl. I know what this is and what this isn’t. We’re not so different, you know. We both enjoy our time together with no strings attached.”
“You’re my kinda gal.” You reply, reaching back to pinch a firm buttock. She squeals and giggles before playfully elbowing you in the ribs.
“C’mon Sam.” She whispers. “Let’s go back to your place. You can make me a coffee… in the morning.”
“Music to my ears.” You reply, looping your arm around her waist as you head home.
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You drive back to your office just as darkness falls. Once you’ve freshened up and rustled up something to eat, you sit down in your swivel chair and glare at the telephone, daring it to ring. When it doesn’t, you relax, lean back and pour yourself a whiskey. Outside the window, you can hear the revving engines and blaring horns from the rush hour traffic. Seems to get busier with each passing year. You reach into your pocket and pull out the book of matches you found on Carstairs. You turn it over and over in your hand. Likely Carstairs found the matches in Vandergraaf’s pockets. So who’s Sabine? Got to be Vandergraaf’s mistress? The gold embossed letters of ‘After Dark Club’ gleam in the light of your desk lamp. Only one way to find out…
You drive along Sunset strip, the playground of the rich and famous as well as Los Angeles sleazy underbelly. Gaudy neon lights from the frontages of the theaters, casinos, bars and clubs line the street on both sides. Green, red, yellow and orange signs scream for attention, but you’re looking for just one particular establishment. You smile grimly, slowing down as you spot the After Dark Club halfway along and park nearby. You make your way along the busy sidewalk, glamorously dressed broads on the arms of sharp suited fellas. You glance down at your slightly shabby suit and feel like a bum. As you reach the doors of the club, you notice a poster on the wall outside. ‘Now Playing: Sabine Marceau’. So not only does Sabine work here, she’s the headline act. The bouncer, a bull of a man, eyes you suspiciously as you walk past him and down some steps into the smoky interior of the nightclub. It was probably a classy joint when it first opened its doors, but that was twenty-odd years ago. There’s a low murmur of conversation from the various tables arranged around a stage at the far end. A few eyes flick towards you, but quickly return to their drinks. It’s a seedy dive full of lowlifes. You fit in just fine. Crossing the room to the bar, you sit down on a stool and order a whiskey.
As you down a third whiskey, you feel a hush descend on the rest of the club. The bartender’s gaze is fixed on the stage behind you. You swivel around on your stool and know straight away that this is Sabine. Her curvaceous body is poured into a tight fitting red sequin dress. Her hourglass figure shimmers in the spotlight, her hips swaying mesmerizingly as she approaches the microphone stand at the edge of the stage. Her long red hair cascades down past her bare shoulders and her heavy lidded green eyes flick around her spellbound audience. As she reaches the mic stand, her ruby red lips curl into a sultry smile.
“Good evening.” She purrs, her voice smooth and silky. “My name’s Sabine and I’m going to sing a few songs for you. I hope you like them.” She launches into a slow, soulful song, her voice velvety and pitch perfect. The girl can carry a tune and she’s certainly easy on the eye. You’re not the only one who thinks so. You glance at the rest of the audience, each one of them to a man gazing attentively at the beautiful redhead.
“You’ve been a wonderful audience.” She purrs an hour later, her performance over. Sabine blows a kiss at the room before winking seductively. “Thank you and good night.” She turns on her heels to a ripple of applause and a few wolf whistles. She sashays to the back of the stage, a tantalizing glimpse of long shapely legs visible through the slit up the side of her dress before she disappears behind the curtain. You down the rest of your gla
ss of whiskey before deciding what to do next. You could ask around the club. The bartender’s usually a good place to start. Or you could try to find your way to Sabine’s dressing room and ask the broad directly.
Speak to the bartender
Make your way backstage
Deciding on the softly, softly approach, you turn to the bartender, who is busily wiping down the bar.
“You got a light, mac?” You ask him, reaching for your packet of luckies and pulling out a cigarette.
“Sure.” He replies, tossing you a book of matches identical to the one you found on Carstairs.
“Thanks pal.” You reply, leaning forward and lighting the cigarette. You inhale deeply before blowing out a plume of smoke. “That was some broad, huh?” You grin, nodding in the direction of the vacated stage.
“Yes sir, she sure is.” He replies politely.
“She been working here long?” You ask.
“All summer.” He nods.
“You know much about her?”
“Not much. Think she’s from Chicago maybe. Or was it New York?”
“You ever see Neville Vandergraaf in here?”
“I’m not sure who that is, sir.” He replies.
“Thanks anyway.” You reply gruffly, walking away. So much for that. Time for the direct approach…
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You find your way backstage, walking down a narrow passageway to a door with a star painted on. You glance back along the corridor to make sure you are alone before rapping on the door.
“Sabine?” You call through the door. “Hello?”
“Who the hell is it?” Comes her gruff response.
“My name’s Vance.” You tell her. “I work for one of the big film studios. I wanted to talk to you about a role I think you’d be perfect for.” Silence. You wonder if it’s a little too obvious. Maybe she gets a ‘talent scout’ knocking on her door every night. The door opens a crack and she eyes you suspiciously.
“Really?” She says. “Which studio?” You tell her and the door swings open. The dressing room is a little cramped with several of the light bulbs around her mirror either missing or out. The paint is flaking off the walls and the carpet is threadbare. A battered chaise longue that looks like it predates Prohibition sits in the corner. Despite the modest surroundings, Sabine, still dressed in the shimmering red sequin dress, looks absolutely stunning.
“I think you have real talent.” You tell her. “You deserve better than this.” You gesture dismissively around the room.
“You don’t always get what you deserve, Mr Vance.” She replies huskily. “And a girl’s gotta eat.”
“Well, maybe we can change your fortunes.” You grin. “Of course, I’ve seen a few other talented girls who would be just as good in the part. A couple of them a few years younger than you.”
“Simple farm girls straight off the bus. Amateurs.” She snorts derisively, but the implication hangs in the air for a moment. “Besides, I have talents that they don’t possess.” She saunters towards you, her hips swaying mesmerizingly. “Perhaps I can persuade you that I’m the best girl for the role.” She stands just before you and loops her arms around your neck, gazing up into your eyes from beneath long eyelashes. Her perfume fills your nostrils and you feel a tightening in your groin as her generous breasts press against your chest, her body molding itself against yours. As she smiles seductively, you loosen your collar, things not turning out as you'd anticipated. You'd just intended to try to see what she knew, but hell, you're not about to refuse the advances of a beautiful redhead. Sabine stretches upwards, her lips meeting yours. You kiss her tentatively at first, but she kisses you with an urgency and hunger that is infectious. She pulls away slightly, smiling sexily. You wonder if she can feel your cock hardening against her stomach.
“So, you said you had talents the others didn’t.” You grin.
“Oh yes.” She purrs leaning forward, her lips brushing your ear. “You ever had a girl stroke your cock with her feet? Or have her lick your asshole while she pumps your dick? Speaking of assholes, how’d you like to slip your cock into mine?” Your eyes widen and your cock twitches at the promise of such debauched pleasures. “You ever watched a girl eat pussy?” She adds as her right hand trails down your chest to cup the bulge in the front of your pants. “I’ll do that too. Or maybe you could find a girl to eat me while I suck your cock.” Her fingers grasp your shaft through your slacks and the edge of her lips curl upwards as her words have the desired effect. “Well? Is the part mine?” You wonder if she’s still referring to the role.
“You certainly seem the best qualified.” You groan as her hand begins to work up and down, stroking your cock through the fabric of your slacks. Her hands tug at your belt and unzip your fly, your pants dropping to your ankles. Your underpants swiftly follow, your hard throbbing shaft springing up to an appreciative murmur from Sabine. You kick off your shoes and socks while she unbuttons your shirt.
“Very nice.” She smiles, running her hands over your muscular chest as you discard your shirt. “Now, how about helping me out of this?” She turns her back to you and you reach for the zip of her sequin dress, pulling it slowly down to the small of her back. You peel the shoulder straps off and she wriggles her hips as you tug the dress down, shimmying out of it until it pools at her feet. Your eyes widen as you notice the absence of underwear.
“You know how hot it is under those lights?” She explains with a fleeting glance over her shoulder at you. You move behind her, your hard cock pressing into the small of her back as you wrap your arms around her waist.
“So,” She murmurs, her voice like honey, “What do you want to do to me?”
Tell her to caress your cock with her feet
Have her stroke your shaft while she licks your balls and ass
Slip your cock up her ass
You feel a little out of your depth. Stick with something a little more traditional
“Sounds like you’re pretty open minded with that tongue.” You grin, your hands roaming over Sabine’s curves, cupping a breast in one hand while the other slips between her legs, finding her moist slit.
“Oh yes.” She purrs, twisting her head around, her pouting ruby lips yearning for yours. You press your lips to hers and you kiss urgently, your fingers slipping inside her while the other hand squeezes and caresses her left breast. Her tongue slips between your lips flicking passionately against your own. She twists around to face you, your hands slipping from her as you take her into your arms. Her green eyes glint with mischief as her lips leave yours and she slowly begins to trail kisses down your body. You watch as she kisses her way down your chest, her hands sliding down your sides, her scarlet fingernails lightly scraping your flesh. You gasp as her lips reach your straining cock, Sabine chuckling to herself as she lightly kisses the taut red skin of the bulbous head. She squats before you as she feathers kisses down the underside until she reaches your balls. Her eyes flick up, her gaze meeting yours as she slowly extends her tongue and sweeps it across your sack, drawing a groan of pleasure from you. She giggles and does it again, swirling her warm wet tongue all over your scrotum. You reach down, running your fingers through her silky soft red hair as she lavishes attention on your balls, her tongue sliding over every part of your sack until it is wet with her saliva. She lifts your balls with one hand and her tongue probes further back, lapping at the sensitive seam of skin behind your balls.
“Damn, that feels good.” You grunt, though your cock aches for attention. Sabine intuitively grasps your shaft and begins to slowly pump it while her tongue continues to gently flick back and forth along your perineum. You strain forward, willing her to slide her tongue to your ass, but she holds back, her the tip lapping tantalizingly close. Her hand continues to gently slide up and down your length, pre-come weeping from the head and running down to collect on her fingers. Your balls ache with a desperate need for release and yet Sabine keeps you agonizingly on the brink.
“Do it.” You
beg. “Please!”
“Do what?” She chuckles, momentarily withdrawing her tongue, her green eyes glinting up at you from behind your balls.
“You bitch!” You groan, beside yourself with lust. “Stick your tongue in my ass.” You hiss through gritted teeth, powerless to resist playing her game. Sabine chuckles and slides her head further back between your legs. You feel her tongue slither between your buttocks and gasp as you feel it swipe across your asshole. Your cock throbs in her hand as her probing tongue pushes at your tight hole before she begins to pump your cock harder. You can feel the come boiling in your balls as she shamelessly laps at your ass.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come!” You pant. While you feel you should be ashamed for participating in such debauched pleasure, your pulse races and your breathing quickens with the excitement of it. You can’t remember ever needing to come so desperately.
Have her continue to lap at your ass until you come
Pull back and come all over her face
“Quick, take my cock in your mouth.” You tell Sabine. Her probing tongue leaves your ass and she emerges from behind your balls, eagerly taking your cock into her mouth, her lips sliding back and forth along your straining length. The intensity of her sucking mouth and vigorously bobbing head has you quickly rushing towards your climax.
“I’m getting close!” You gasp, feeling the pressure in your loins reaching its crescendo. “I wanna come on your face.” She pulls her lips from your cock you fleetingly wonder if you have overplayed your hand with this latest demand. Instead, she smiles broadly.
“Why Mr Vance, you are a kinky son of a bitch aren’t you?” She smirks, her hand sliding up and down your aching shaft.
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