I feel another body behind me, and I glance over my shoulder, confirming that it is Scott. He seems careful, unsure if he is overstepping, but my blood is boiling after the fallout with my sister and the alcohol. I like the idea of having him at my back. His arms come around my waist, and he pulls himself against me, pushing himself against my ass.
He is hard, too. I can feel his cock through his jeans and the thin material of the dress I’m wearing. And I like it. I get wetter, my body responding to the double-hit I am getting. Scott and Kevin both rub themselves against me. Kevin’s hands trail down to my bare thighs. Scott’s hands are on my hips, and they move back and forth to the music. I am caught in a cock sandwich, and I love it.
Something vibrates against my thigh.
“Sorry,” Kevin says and steps away. He answers the phone, his other hand pressed to his ear so that he can hear. I turn my attention back to Scott who is still behind me, grinding into my ass. His hands are still on my body, and he is pulling me against him, moving to the music that pulsates through me like sex.
“I have to go,” Kevin says, leaning over my shoulder so both Scott and I can hear him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry,” Scott says. “I’ll get her home.” He lets go of me and leans toward Kevin, talking in his other ear for a moment before Kevin nods.
“I’m sorry to love and leave you guys,” he says. Kevin pulls me close for a hug. It is one of those hugs that presses our bodies together completely, and I feel the line of his body, taut and muscular and hot.
“I’ll see you around,” he says in my ear and kisses me on the cheek before he turns around and leaves.
“Work emergency,” Scott says when I turned to him. “But you and I can still have some fun.”
I shiver at the way he says it. He is practically a stranger. But he is hot and handsome–with dark hair and grassy green eyes. I let him pull me closer to him again on the dance floor. We move to the music, his body pressing against mine, his cock grinding against my crotch. I am getting hotter and wetter. Scott’s hands roam my body and we are getting more daring, less concerned about what the other clubgoers will think of us.
This is the second guy in less than a week, but the alcohol makes me reckless, and I want this. I want him.
Scott’s hands slide over my breasts, and his head dips into the crook of my neck. I gasp when he nibbles on my skin at the same time he squeezes my breasts. I am so wet. The excitement of being with someone new touches me in all the right places.
“I want you,” I say into his ear. I’m being daring.
“I want you, too,” he says. “I want you to be my dirty girl.”
The words alone make me shiver.
“Right now,” he adds.
He pulls away from me when he says it and takes my hand, leading me through the crowds. He is taking me away to fuck me, I’m sure. And I want it. I want him to fuck me hard. My body needs it. I need that release. I am hot and horny.
Instead of leading me to the door and taking me home, Scott turns in a different direction.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Somewhere I can have you,” he says.
We move farther and farther away from the crowds, the music becoming a dull thump in the background. He finds a door and tries it. It opens and it looks like a storage closet.
“Here?” I ask.
“Oh, yes,” he says.
He pulls me inside. He might have done it anyway, even if I want to protest, but I don’t resist his advances at all. My body is desperate to be alone with him.
Scott closes the door behind us and clicks on a light. We are squashed in between boxes and alcohol bottles and glasses. Scott presses me against the door, pinning me with his body. His tongue is in my mouth before I can think straight. Everything about him is different than with Kevin. Scott is harder, more demanding. It brings out the submissive side in me. His hand goes to my breast, pinching the nipple through the material so that I whimper into his mouth.
“Is there a lock on the door?” I ask between kisses.
“We’ll keep it closed with your body,” he says and kisses me again.
I’m not about to fight him on that. I am just drunk enough that I don’t care about getting caught. Scott pushes his hand beneath the skirt of my dress, and his fingers probe my clit through the thin material of my thong. I gasp.
He pulls the panties aside and pushes a finger into me. I gasp again and open my legs.
“Play with yourself for me, kitten,” he says and steps back. I blink at him.
“What?”
“Touch yourself, sweetness. Make yourself come, I want to watch you.”
Desire flares when he talks dirty to me. I’m not getting sex, but God, this is hot. I pull my dress up so that it’s around my waist, exposing my panties. I run my fingers over the satin material, pushing against my clit. My other hand goes to my breast. I tug my neckline down, showing off my bra, and rub circles around my nipples through the matching material. My lips are parted. I lick them and breathe through my mouth. My eyes are on Scott.
He watches me intently, eyes sliding over my body, and I can feel his gaze like a physical touch. I shiver. It’s strange standing here in front of him, putting a show on, on demand. But I am hot, horny, and a little drunk, and when he says fuck me, I want to ask him how hard.
“Give me more, baby girl,” he says. His hands are twitching at his belt. I don’t know if he wants to do himself or do me. I don’t concentrate on that. I do what he asks of me. I pull my panties down a bit and push my fingers into my slit. I moan when I touch my clit.
“God, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Scott asks. If I were less drunk and less aroused, I would have thought twice about the question–this is the second guy, and both are from work. That doesn’t matter right now. Instead, I moan in response.
I rub my clit faster and faster. I pull the cup of my bra down to expose my bare breast and my tight nipple. I pinch my own nipple and tug at it. I rub my clit faster and faster. My body curls forward, my ass against the door, and it is hard to keep my balance while I touch myself standing up.
An orgasm comes fast. I know just how to touch myself to get off in no time at all, and that is what Scott wants. I cry out, my breath catching in my throat for a moment while a wash of pleasure ripples through me. I pinch my nipple harder and press my fingers against my clit, riding out the wave I created for myself.
When the orgasm subsides, I open my eyes and look at Scott. I am half-exposed and I feel suddenly self-conscious, but his face is satisfied. A grin spreads across his features.
“That’s it, kitten,” he says and steps closer to me. I feel him against me, his cock hard and unsatisfied.
Scott
Carly is fucking hot – Kevin hadn’t been exaggerating when he told me that she is a wildcat in bed. She is the perfect combination of sexy and daring. I watched her as she played with herself, and I could barely contain myself. I wanted to grab my cock and jack off or shove it into her pussy. But I held back because my time would come.
And that time is now.
The moment she came down from her orgasm, I step closer to her.
“Was that good?” I ask her.
She nods and glances at me through hooded eyes. I push her against the door, pinning one wrist above her head. I grab her breast that is showing and squeeze it. I pinch her nipple the same way she’d done until she whimpers. I’m not hurting her. I keep it on the edge of actual pain. But I am going to show her who is in control.
I let go of her breast only to push her panties down lower. She closes her legs when her panties are on her knees, and they fall to the floor. She steps skillfully out of them, and I know she’s done it before.
I push her legs apart again and my fingers find her pussy. I find her clit and she gasps, sensitive after her orgasm. I push my fingers into her, and I’m met with a wetness that makes my dick throb.
“You’re so wet, my dirty little whore,�
�� I say.
She moans. My words are egging her on just as much as my fingers are. I pump my hand up and down, finger fucking her for a moment. When I let go of her, she whimpers again.
“You want more?” I ask. She swallows and nods. “Yeah, I didn’t think that would be enough for you. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
I undo my buckle, unzip my pants, and pull out my cock. I am rock hard, my flesh heavy in my hand. She lifts her leg a little, and I wrap my hand around her thigh, lifting her leg higher. I let go of her wrist and focus on her body. Her one tit still hangs out, and I grab it again, massaging it roughly. She moans softly. I aim for her pussy and press the head of my cock against her entrance. She puts her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, and I push into her.
Her body stretches and yields as I push into her.
“God, you’re tight,” I say. “If you weren’t this good at it, I would have sworn you’re a virgin.” She gasps as I push as deep into her as I can before pulling out again. “But you fuck often,” I say and slam into her, harder this time. She cries out.
“Shh, babe, the music out there isn’t that loud.”
She nods. Her lips are parted, her dark eyes are glazed, and her pupils are dilated. Her brunette hair hangs into her face, and she makes one hell of a sight, her body ready for the taking, more than half exposed.
I start fucking her against the door, sliding my cock in and out of her. Her walls grip me as I pump into her, and she whimpers and moans. Her cries get louder and louder. I press my lips against hers, kissing her.
“If you don’t stay quiet, I might have to gag you,” I say.
She moans. God, she eats up my words. I don’t meet a lot of women that respond to dirty talk the way she does.
I fuck her harder still. The door makes a thumping sound as we bang it into the frame. If someone walks past, they will hear it, and we will be interrupted. That won’t do.
I pull out of her. She lowers her leg and stands in front me, breathing hard. I put my hand behind her neck and pull her in for a kiss, probing her with my tongue, penetrating her. When I break the kiss, I spin her around so she faces away from me. I bend her over, one hand on her hip and the other on her back. Her ass points at me, and she wiggles it.
I groan. “God, kitten, I want to come all over you.”
She is wet. Her pussy lips are bare and glistening with our sex. I guide my cock to her entrance and push into her again. Carly braces herself with her hands on the door. Her back is arched, and I run my hand up and back down her spine.
I fuck her again, my dick pumping in and out of her pussy, and it’s a sight to behold. Her ass cheeks jiggle back and forth as I fuck her, and she makes gasping sounds, keeping it down this time. My balls slap against her pussy with every stroke, and I wish she would come again because of it.
She tips her head up, and her dark hair is splayed over her back. I reach for it and grab a handful of the stuff. She cries out when I do, losing control of her silence. I pull back her head as gently as my control would allow, and I hold her in a position where her back is arched, her ass perfectly on display while I slide my cock in and out of her. Her gasping and moaning get louder again.
I don’t hold on to her for too long, for fear of her moaning becoming too loud. Instead, I let go of her hair, reach for her face, and find her mouth. She turns her head and sucks two of my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around my fingers, searing hot, and I can just imagine what it would be like to fuck her mouth.
I have to pull out. I stop fucking her for the sake of holding back my own orgasm. If we carry on like this, I am going to come inside her long before I’m done with my fun.
I slow my pace right down, stroking slowly in and out of her to control my own urges. She lets go of my fingers, and I reach around to her tits. My fingers are still wet with her saliva, and I rub my fingers around her nipple. I slide my hand farther down her body, over her ribs, her lower abdomen, and between her legs. I bend my body over hers and finger her clit.
She gasps. Her hair on her back brushes against my cheek, and I rub her clit in circles while I pump in and out of her. She gasps and moans, and her body shudders beneath me. Her walls tighten around my cock, and I know she is getting closer.
A moment later, she cries out. Her body clamps down around mine, and I feel the pleasure roll through her body as she holds her breath for a moment at her peak.
She breathes hard again, and her body pulsates around mine. If I were coming right now, she’d be milking me dry. But I’m not there yet, and I don’t want to be.
When her orgasm is almost over, I straighten again and put my hands on her hips. I hold onto her and fuck her hard. I pound in and out of her, her pussy tight around me, her body drinking me in.
I fuck her as hard and as long as I can before I can’t hold out anymore. I slow down, then I stop.
When I pull out, she gasps, and it sounds like a cross between a complaint and relief.
She stands up straight and turns to me. We are both breathing hard. The smell of sex hangs in the room, and my scent mixes with hers. Her skin is flush and her lips are parted when she looks at me. We aren’t done yet, not even close. We are just taking a breather. We need that. The sex is more intense than I’ve had in a while. It takes a hell of a lot out of me, even before I’ve orgasmed.
Carly steps closer to me, and I pull her against me for a kiss. She is all sensual and erotic now. But not emotional. It’s rare to find a woman that isn’t emotional when it comes to sex–I hate those that get all attached when it is just supposed to be a good fuck–but Carly seems to have her head in the right place.
Carly
Scott is fantastic. I am fucking my boss’s best friend, as if fucking my boss isn’t enough, but it is fantastic. I never thought I would be so into sex with a guy I barely know, and in a storage closet at a club, no less.
But I don’t care. Lust is so thick in the room, I can barely breathe, and I want to keep going. I want more. And Scott looks like he is willing to give me more. But it is my turn now.
I look around and notice A chair I hadn’t seen before.
“Sit down,” I say.
Scott looks surprised at the command, and he looks around. When he spots the chair, he backs up and sits down. The chair is hard plastic and not exactly comfortable, but that doesn’t matter. I walk toward him, hips rolling, my body on display for him. I’m not exactly elegant with my one breast hanging out and my dress riding up over my ass, but the way his hungry eyes drag over my body makes me forget about everything but the sex I want to have with him. I straddle him, standing on my toes. His jeans aren’t even down–only his zipper is undone to expose his hard cock–and the material of his pants are rough underneath my thighs.
Another thing I don’t give a shit about.
I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and hold him up, sitting down on him.
I gasp as he slides into me. He is quite big and every angle means I have to readjust. I move around a little before I start rocking my hips back and forth. I ride Scott, going harder and faster. My hips roll over his dick, and he slides in and out of me.
My mouth is open, eyes closed, head tipped back. He reaches for my dress and pulls the material and the bra down so that both my breasts are exposed. They are squeezed together and put on perfect display for him. It’s like something out of a porno, and I love being this dirty.
“Your tits are perfect, my little whore,” he says to me. A wash of pleasure–echoes of the orgasm I just had–roll over me. His dirty words push the right buttons, even though I don’t usually like that kind of thing. Coming out of Scott’s mouth, though struck a naughty chord in me.
He massages my breasts, kneading them, tugging on the nipples. I cry out when he does. He dips his head and takes one nipple into his mouth, nibbling and licking. He continues with his hand on my other breast, massaging, kneading, while I ride him.
“God, Scott,” I breathe. He carries on sucking my
nipple, and I rock my hips back and forth. My clit rubs against his pubic bone, but I am too sensitive to come again. That isn’t going to happen right away.
Scott moves away from my breast, sliding his hand around my waist. He reaches for the back of my head with the other hand, closing his fist around my hair. I cry out. It translates into pleasure, rather than pain. Scott tips my head back so that the line of my neck is exposed. He kisses me at the base of my neck, the stubble scratching at my skin. I can’t focus on riding him anymore.
Scott takes over. He is far more dominant than I am, and I’m happy to let him take control again.
With his hand in my hair and an arm wrapped around my waist, he stands up, holding me against him in the air. He bends over so that I hang in his arms, pussy right where it needs to be. He starts bucking his hips, fucking me. He slams into me, fucking me hard, and it is impossible to stay quiet. I cry out as he pounds away at my pussy, his thick cock sliding in and out. I am at his mercy completely.
“Quiet, Carly,” he says, using my name instead of a nickname. I swallow my moans and my screams and try to keep it down.
Scott pulls out of me, stands up, and sets me down. I stand on wobbly legs as he kisses me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, traces my lips, and tastes every inch of me before he moves toward my neck. Scott kisses a trail of fire down my neck. He licks my collar bone and moves to the soft skin on my chest. His hands find my breasts again and he massages them. They are still pushed up by my dress. Scott’s hands roam over my body as he kisses every inch of skin that is visible. For a moment, it is all sensual and caring, as if he is someone that could have affection for me, or me for him.
He kneels in front of me and puts his hand between my legs, suggesting I open them. I widen my stance, and he presses his face against my lips, his tongue sliding into my slit. I whimper as his warm tongue moves over my clit, licking up and down my slit in warm, slow laps. His gentle approach and the warmth of his tongue is soothing after he fucked me as hard as he did. I get lost in a wave of bliss that spreads through my body, clenching my muscles, tugging at my core in a completely different kind of orgasm.
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