Good night, babies! Or good morning, if you’re reading this from the other side of the world, haha. How are you? Been doing something fun? Perhaps something more awesome than what I’ve been doing? I don’t think so, but surprise me in the comments if you feel like it. For now, let me be the one to entertain you with one more adventure.
This one is pretty recent, from last weekend actually. You know, the kind of crazy things that happen when you decide to go out and party with your friends? Well… let me tell you everything about it.
It was around 3:30 am when I clumsily took a taxi, I have to confess; my feather tutu got caught in the door, my corset with the seat belt buckle and my black high heels with the car carpet. Truly a damn mess. The outfit that only two hours ago made me look like a precious burlesque showgirl, in that very moment was like a messier, ugly version of myself.
That Friday night I went out and attended an “open” party with Celine, one of my closest friends, something I really was not prepared for.
Invitation came to my hands through a series of coincidences that unleashed sinful sensations in me and offered me an “eye wide shut” kind of scenario. And for some reason, I could not miss that party. Celine was as unaware as I was of all possible dress codes, so in the end we went for the golden years of Burlesque. Honestly, who hasn’t wanted to wear a corset to go outside as if it were a wardrobe staple?
The prelude, the whole pre-party act was very funny, our nerves filled us with doubts, but also with desire and lust, the same ones that remained, and even more, grew during the first hours, when the very daring people who appeared in the place filled the atmosphere with sex; their gestures, their clothes and attitude… especially their attitude.
Everything looked so incredibly natural, whether they were wearing the sexiest lingerie, the most provocative leather or ‘nothing’ at all. The delicacy of their approaches, the touches and caresses that went beyond what was socially accepted on each occasion, and the sounds, damn… the sounds… No one would stay with their hands on their waist, they would go on and rest their palms calmly on someone else’s ass. Whoever it was. Nobody kissed on the cheeks, their lips sealed each meeting as if they were all intimate companions, as if they knew each other. It was amazing to see it from the outside, but unthinkable –at times– to be inside.
Of course, the two young women with hungry eyes also attracted attention, I guess it was because of our surprised faces and the hint of that galloping burning curiosity.
However… soon, too soon, those caresses became darker, with an intimacy that was supposed to be private but was public instead, never seen in movies either, since what happened there was completely real, carnal, obscene, but with a group of people who felt and involved sensually close, but at the same time far away, as strangers, because that’s what they were.
At that moment, Celine and I began to feel slightly uncomfortable, like voyeurs not really invited, being there but not being a central part of what was happening, because we watched everything from the safety of a distance, unable to take the step to be part of the feast of bodies.
If anyone beckoned us to join in their play of hands, mouths and fluids, we missed it, we had too much to drink to notice, so at least for us, the only plan was to go home at a certain hour in the dawn, sleep and bear with the hungover the next day… or maybe not.
After saying our goodbyes, and when my clumsiness caught on in the taxi, I thought it had all ended in a pathetic and predictable outcome of incomplete wishes and fantasies. No more no less. Sitting in the backseat of that warm, safe car, I didn’t feel that the comment that brought me out of my musings was out of place.
“Surely you were at an incredible party because of how beautifully dressed you are”
That trip that was supposed to be bland and anonymous, suddenly took on a different perspective for me, until that moment I realized that I left my coat on the seat, next to me, and my now misplaced outfit told its own story in the imagination of my unknown driver, and for the first time, I glanced at him through the rearview mirror to meet the excited eyes of an attractive onlooker.
“Do you want me to tell you about it?” I didn’t wait for his answer, and I began to tell him the story of what could have been, with that tingle between my legs that brought back to my mind the sensual scenes that I had witnessed just a moment ago. “The party was full of color, brightness, and curves and sounds, the lights were not as dim as you might expect, in that place there was no need to hide the shame no matter how non-existent it was, and sex was felt without being part of it, still”
His eyes seemed to pierce through the rearview mirror of the car, with a look already darkened and hardened, just as I imagined his cock. It was lust, I knew, mutual.
Suddenly there was something that urged me to a moment of prudence. A little voice in the back of my mind telling me to stop, telling me it was wrong to be doing these things, it was wrong talking to a stranger about all the sexual things that happened in the party. But the thought did not last much longer, the reflection was too short.
“Don’t you think it would be better if you stopped the car? The story is interesting” I suggested, and shrugged as if I was asking him for the most casual thing in the world. But hell, what could be ‘casual’ about inviting a stranger to join me in the backseat of a car as I talk to him about sex?
Without saying a word, he obeyed me. And from the back seat I continued with the story, with details exacerbated by my own excitement, my own arousal.
“One could see them having sex, rough, wild sex all around the place. I especially remember a girl not too much far away from me, just a couple of meters, she was surrounded by at least four guys, all of whom appeared to be fondling her. Then I saw one of them, a tall blond boy, lift her up on the table next to them, and place his head between her thighs and begin to eat her pussy as if he was starving”
That was true. I remembered it perfectly. I could replay in my mind the scene of that guy eating that young girl’s cunny with great intensity while other pairs of hands caressed her body, stroking her tits, playing with her folds and her clit.
She was squirming and moaning and asking them to please don’t stop. It was a delight to see it, even if I was not part of it. Celine and I, both were too shocked but excited at the same time, it was all new for us, a new level of sex and dare. I had seen lot of porn, but to be witnessing in front of you is another kind of experience.
I heard him unzipping his pants and opening them, and with a discreetness that I appreciated, I knew that he had begun to touch himself. I stood still for a moment, not seeing, just listening, just noticing the discreet movements of his arm, and he continued to give free rein to my shameless imagination.
“There was another couple to my left, a young man and an old woman, the kind of woman you would see and think ‘wow, she’s such a lady’, but the way she sucked that boy’s dick lets you know she’s a whore” I unashamedly narrated the scene for him, while I listened to him pant and saw out of the corner of my eye how he moved his arm faster.
But as I was speaking, I suddenly forgot about that old lady and the boy, now in my mind the scene was played by me and this stranger that was supposed to drive me home but instead was listening to me while jerking off. Even when I had jumped into the taxi quickly and didn’t pay much attention to him the first couple of minutes, I still got a glimpse of the way he looked like.
Big brunette man with ruffled hair and green piercing eyes. He got a three-day beard and full lips, and I could only imagine the way they would feel licking and sucking my clit. All I could think about in that very moment was him, wondering if he could give me a good fuck, if his fingers would feel good inside my cunt, if his dick was as big as I wanted it to be.
After a few minutes that seemed eternal, also discreetly, I put my right hand under my skirt, I slid my fingers to my clitoris and I caressed it very slowly while I told my driver about those tangled sex scenes that had turned me on and made me feel horny from the second zero. We only looked at each other in the mirror, and my voice echoed over the movements that neither of us allowed to be abrupt.
My nipples were hard by that moment and my clit was swollen; pleasure was starting to make me feel dizzy. I felt like a slut touching myself in front of a stranger, but I didn’t mind, that was the last thing I would care about in that moment. I slightly spread my legs apart and started to circle my clit through the thin material of my wet thong. And apparently, he took that as an invitation to put his hand on my thigh and move it up and towards my pussy.
“I… I don’t know you” my breathy voice intended to stop him, through it sounded weak and I wasn’t even sure if I wanted him to really stop.
“Oh, but I do” he replied, his fingers moving inches closer to my soaking wet cunt. “You’re the girl from that cam website, I wouldn’t admit it if I wasn’t sure, but now I am, I found your profile while looking for hot girls in my city, and there you were, all hot and slutty, doing live shows, I’ve seen every single one since then”
I gasped. From all the things I could expect from that night, my unknown driver being a fan of my live cam shows was not one of them. Suddenly I did not feel like he was a stranger anymore, and sooner than later I found myself opening my legs wider for him.
His fingers were now going inside my thong, pushing my hand away. Two of them slid between my wet folds and touched my clit. They were long and thick and soon they were making their way into my pussy. I gasped and closed my legs tight, not trying to push him away, but trying to keep his hand there instead. His rough touch felt so good, I had been dreaming of getting fucked ever since I was at the party, witnessing all of those sex scenes.
My legs began to tremble as my driver pushed his fingers in and out of my cunny, my eyes shut tightly as he worked them madly, fucking me in such a good way as I sat there, in the back of his taxi, squirming and letting out soft needy little whimpers.
He pumped his fingers into my pussy faster, two fingers now becoming three. I was panting, with my legs spread open and my clit being stroked and masturbated by his thumb. My face was flushed, my lips were parted, and my hips were pushing against his hand, trying to take his fingers deeper into my pussy.
“Oh my god! It feels so good” I moaned “don’t stop, fuck my pussy harder”
I thought I was going to cum at any moment, I was not expecting him to stop, but he did. And yes, he had a good reason to do so. Soon he ducked his head between my legs, inhaling the sweet smell of my pussy. Not wasting any time, his fingers pushed aside my thong and his tongue made its way between my slick folds to delve between them and find my already dripping entrance.
The loud moan that escaped my lips echoed through the car, I laid against the door to give him more room and his hands held my thighs open. The tip of his tongue moved quickly, lapping up and down, from my tight entrance to my clit, starting to wildly lick and suck at it.
“Please, please, please!” I begged, my legs shaking and my hips lifting up to his lips. He pressed them against my pussy lips and kissed them as if he was kissing my mouth. It was so hot to have him doing that, I wouldn’t have wanted him to stop. I reached down to hold his head, my fingers pulled at his hair and I pushed my cunt against his face and against his greedy mouth.
He was grunting into my hot pussy and ate it ravenously; I was sure he was enjoying my moans of pleasure.
“Oh yes, fuck, yes, there, right there, eat my pussy, make me cum!” I begged as he fucked me towards an orgasm. I started to roll my hips faster, rubbing my cunt back and forth against his lips and his nose, my body stiffened and I growled out “I’m cumming, oh my fucking god!”
I came all over his face, my juices flowing over his tongue as he continued to masturbate me, lapping up and down through my climax. Once I finally started to relax, he pulled his head apart from my pussy and wiped his chin with his left hand, then started to suck his fingers clean.
“I’ve wanted this… for so fucking long …” He grunted, placing my legs around his waist and lining up his dick against my wet entrance. “Ever since I saw the first cam show, I’ve been wanting to fuck you”
“Fuck me now” I breathed, getting hornier at the idea of this guy watching my live shows and jerking off.
He smiled and pushed his hips, thrusting into me without mercy. The stretch was delicious, the feeling of him stuffing me full was intoxicating. I didn’t even know his name, but I didn’t need it, all I needed was his cock burying deep inside me.
I cried out and he met the sound with a moan of his own, not giving me time to adjust as he pounded into my wet heat. His palm grabbed my ass and squeezed hard as he fucked into me and I whined, trying to meet his thrusts.
His thrusts soon started to become sloppier and my pussy started to flutter around him, a big sign that I was about to cum again. He seemed to notice and that only made him fuck me harder.
“You gonna cum, beauty? Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?”
“Oh, yes” I nodded and my hands squeezed my tits over the corset, pressing hard “Yes, please make me cum again, fill my pussy, then take me home full of your cum” I let the words slip out of my mouth as the waves of a fiery orgasm started to rise up like a tide.
He thrusted harder into me, wilder, making my body slide over the seat and my head hit against the door, but I didn’t care at all, I was so lost in pleasure. I cried out when the orgasm finally rushed over me, making me squeeze his cock, he let out a guttural groan and slammed into me once, twice, and then filled me with his hot cum.
We both surrendered to the pleasure, being just two strangers, like those who shamelessly fucked during the party. A few minutes later, I asked him to continue driving, with complete naturalness; once again he obeyed and drove me, in silence, to my house.
I said goodbye to him as if nothing had happened minutes before. And when I looked at myself in the mirror in my room before going to bed, I inevitably remembered his eyes on me, his touch, his tongue licking my pussy. Maybe not something out of a movie, but fucking real.
And now I think… what if one day I’m walking down the street and meet one of you? Would you fuck me too? That’d be interesting, wouldn’t it?
It’s been a few days since that happened and I never got to know that guy’s name, but he gave me such a great time. If you’re reading this, by any chance, know that I’m already horny and touching myself thinking of what we did in your taxi.
As for you, my dear readers, this is it for now. I’ll come back to you soon with another story. 😉
