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Kinky! In Front of the Hole!

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Kinky! In Front of the Hole!

‘Kinky Queen Seeking Her Kinky King.’

That’s what her Tinder bio concluded with. A provocative last sentence in a world of often disappointing finales.

Laney Walker. That was her name.

We met in 2018 when I was 22 and she was 21.

We went to the same fancy, east coast liberal arts school, and we took similarly over-ambitious classes. Our majors would have nothing to do with our future careers, but that’s what being 21 and 22 was like at that time. We were happily drifting like everyone else.

Thankfully, drifting allowed for lots of partying and sex and drugs, and all the things you finally do when you are living far from home for the first time, which both of us were.

There were seven, gloriously adorable pictures on her profile that seemed to imply that she was fun. Smart. Kinky. Cute. Tomboyish. Feminine. And predominantly up to no good.

She was a dead ringer for Aubrey Plaza, right down to the mischievous eyes; with her hair cut short and teased out. Her body looked incredible. There was the perfect, heart shaped ass that was always evident because everything she seemed to wear clung to her body without letting go. Yoga pants and jeans and sweats and even skirts. It all just hugged her tight and put her on display, and she clearly knew how sexy she was. There was a power in a younger girl who already knew they were that hot. It was a different caliber of woman.

We had a very quick rapport over our chat that week, with lots of flirting that led to even more obvious jokes and even more suggestive flirting. There was a zippy challenge to our dialogue. I never once felt like I was skipping ahead in the text with her. If anything, she outpaced me, and so far, I had loved trying to keep up.

We immediately decided we needed to get together for some drinks at a bar that Friday night.

I told her that I wasn’t looking for anything serious.

“Neither am I,” came the reply.

So it was craft cocktails at Barlow’s, which was this downtown speakeasy in an underground 1950’s bomb shelter motif that everyone just loved. The drinks have Green Chartreuse and Dubonnet and Lillet Blanc. The drinks have egg white and fire and smoke. It’s thematic joy splashed on every wall and attention to detail ingrained in the cherrywood of the bar, which is perfectly polished with the appropriate amount of era-accurate varnish. That’s how I was hoping to come off, wearing jeans and a short-sleeve, button up, which I felt highlighted my muscles well enough. Then from there, some workmanlike boots. Not formal. Just enough pulled together to make a point about how well I can handle things.

We set our rendezvous for 9:00 and I snagged us a spot at the actual bar-top when I got there to make sure we had good seats. Hunting for a bar-spot is one of the most romantic things about dating in the modern era. A lot has been taken from us…but finding a partner who knows how to stake out a bar spot is a genuine trait I look for in a girl.

I got incredibly lucky. Nothing was available right away, but an older couple got called away by some babysitter drama at home, and there it was…just to the right of the middle of the bar, centrally positioned to have a million, possible interesting things to talk about at once.

The bartender greets me and I order a couple of waters. Then I tell him I’ll need a minute.

I’m browsing the cocktail list when I see a very cute girl bounce down the stairs at the other side of the room, her figure illuminated by the nearby row of Edison lightbulbs and vintage boxing posters that theme the nearby hallway.

Her short, dark hair is messy-teased and she’s wearing a flared brown, plaided skirt, with a low-cut dark red cotton top that she buttons only up until her breasts come into view. Her top buttons are left undone and I can see her beautiful curves poking out all over. She is effortlessly sexy with every step she takes and I’m already very into her entire vibe before she’s even made it to my outstretched hand and dumb smile at the bar.

I hold out my hand but she pushes it away with a smirk and leans in to give me a very tight hug.

What? This girl is fucking cool.

“There, now that’s done…we’ve hugged each other and we don’t have to spend the first thirty minutes of our date being weird about whether or not our legs touch at the bar.” She pops up on the seat next to me, and leans over to grab another menu. As she does this I can see the way her ass lifts off the bar stool and shows off her soft, upper legs and my eyes follow those legs down to her dark brown heels which lift her amazingly perfect calves. She has an athletic sexiness with a dressed up swagger.

“Hi! You must be Tommy?” She reaches her hand out now to me and we shake.

“Yes, and that makes you Laney,” I say, and she is already nodding and smiling at me.

“The one and only.”

We hit it off immediately.

She orders a Mezcal Negroni and I order a Rob Roy, and then we both get another one. We talk for the next hour about all sorts of things.

We stop to take a bathroom break each. My skin is starting to feel that familiar kind of alcohol warm mixed with connective buzz.

When I get back to the bar, she’s waiting for me with two shots and two beers.

“Ah? So we’re switching it up?” I ask, laughing, and she gives me my poison with a “Well?” sort of look, and I know I have zero choice. As if I didn’t want to follow her anyway.

We down the whiskey shots and both of us do our best stoic faces. It’s a high proof whiskey I can tell. She is definitely not fucking around.

“So you trying to get me wasted, Laney?” I ask, laughing.

“Well…I’m definitely getting you to the fun conversation portion of the night,” she parried.

“Oh, well that sounds great. You should know this is a category I am VERY well-practiced in.” I say to her, and I noticed we’re now both turned in our bar seats, legs towards each other, intertwined on the stool steps below us.

“Well…okay, let’s see, where to begin. So…you’re clearly a very sexy guy…but I want to know what turns you on,” she says, as she takes a very cute swig of her beer. I could tell she was starting to feel the increased friendliness of the booze.

“Okay…let’s see…turn-ons. We should probably do these first, yeah?” I say, as I reach for the whiskey shots she’s ordered.”

“Ah, yes, right,” she grabs her shot glass which is just one of those bar tumblers that always seems to have way more than just one shot inside of it. “To the honesty that alcohol brings,” she says, without having to think.

“Cheers to that!” I agree, and we down our liquid courage. I try my best not to make a little sound, but I definitely twitch a little at the high-proof enabler of our ever-increasing words.

“Okay…where were we?” I ask, wondering if she’s still on board. She doesn’t miss a beat, as she sets down her beer from a chaser sip.

“Turn-ons. What are you into?” She puts one of her knees against the inside of my leg and smiles at me a little with the challenge of the question.

“Well…” I almost laugh a little because I’m so into this girl. “I dig confidence. I think confidence is my absolute biggest turn-on. Honestly…”

“Really?” She says surprised. “I never meet guys like that…they always want some meek sex kitten, which is so boring, ya know?”

“No…I love it. Honestly. I think it’s sexy as fuck. I don’t always want to lead.” I say, and I’m so into her level of interest in every word I say.

“I love it, what else?” She asks.

I gulp another gulp of tasty beer, and after the fizz has fizzed, I launch into my list: “Well, I dig a lot of obvious guy stuff…besides, ya know, fucking and oral sex; lots of positions…etcetera, etcetera…I like lots of talking during sex. I’m VERY verbal. I think it’s very hot to talk a lot during sex and bring up sexual fantasies and make the other person cum just from the sexy things you can say in bed.” She’s nodding with me as I say this, as if she is a fellow acolyte of verbose eroticism.

“So…let me guess, you like lots of: “Fuckkkk, Daddddy, Yuuussss…cummm in my asssshole, Daddddy…I neeeeed your cum deeeep inside me…pleasssse,” she says to me, and she touches my knee through my jeans when she says this which drives me insane. I’m already hard from having this conversation, and my boner is straining against the front of my pants. Thankfully it’s dark enough that no one can see under the bar in this place.

“Yes. Fuck. AbsoLUTELY like that. But like…I dig it all, I dig talking about fantasies during sex, ya know? Talking about kinky things you want to do together or…” I grab her hand in mine on the outside of her leg and she links fingers with me loosely, “…things you want your partner to do. I like the idea of being with someone who is sexually adventurous and that has a completely insatiable sex drive. That’s my type.” I say it like I want her to know it. Like fuck it, what do I have to lose?

“I have an insanely high sex drive,” she says, as she puts her legs on either side of mine now so we’re basically me-her-me-her on the barstool. This allows us to get even closer as we trade off flirtatious touches now.

“Well yeah…me too. Like really high,” I say.

“Okay so, what’s your number?” She asks me, immediately forgetting that I hadn’t even come close to finishing my list of turn-ons, but we’re tipsy and the conversation is in that place where it bobs and weaves with each new exciting idea that zooms up the synapse of connection.

“My number is…” I stop to pretend not to know for a second, but of course I know. I’m 22 and all I think about is sex and what I’ve done sexually. “Mine is 10,” and I think that’s impressive for my age. She can probably even sense my presumed swagger.

“Oooh, very nice,” she says, sweetly. And I know immediately she’s messing with me.

“Okay…so…what’s yours?” I ask, and she’s already wearing a guilty grin.

“Well…mine is 22,” she says. And her eyes are wide and honest, and she is cute as fuck as she blinks back at me like an even-minded cat.

“Wow, 22?? And you’re only 21?? That’s an impressive number. How’d you pull that off…were you an early bloomer or…?”

“Nooo! I actually was a LATE bloomer…only lost it at the end of high school…but then…” she started to trail off, as if thinking about her first time.

“You discovered sex and became a ravenous slut?” I cut in, half-joking. But the word is out there for the taking.

“Oh my God. YES,” she laughs, almost spitting beer out of her nose a little.

“I knew it,” I said. And we clink glasses for no reason whatsoever.

“But how did you know it?” She asks, as she takes another sip, and I can see the suds of the beer on her gorgeously soft lips.

“Because that’s me. I was a very good kid in high school…mostly.” I say, allowing for the fact that I definitely wasn’t exactly, nor did I want to be.

“Mostly…yeah…me too, mostly. I like…gave a handjob or seven. And a blowjob. And I mayyyyyyy have fingered my girlfriend at a sleepover two or three times.”

“Wow…I’m so impressed right now. I feel like you might actually be a level above me on the current sex video game of life,” I humble myself to her. I’m also crazy turned on hearing her admit to both her sexual history and her apparent girl-on-girl fun. Though I probably would’ve guessed that by her profile. She did call herself the “Kink Queen,” whatever that meant.

She laughs and squeezes my leg with both of hers, and I repeat the action with my outside leg and now our legs are just stuck together and it feels very fucking nice.

“Hey, ten is still an impressive number,” she assures me, “It’s a little bit easier for me to get what I want, when I want it, cuz…well…”

“Cuz you’re a girl and you fucking look like that?” I finish her sentence, as I point up and down her body with my beer. A little sploshes over the edge of my glass and spills onto her bare leg. She simply looks at me and runs her hand over the beer, bringing it up to her mouth to lick it up. She never takes her eyes off me.

She beams at the second compliment. “Well, not to be conceited or anything…but yeah. Basically.” She’s the type of hot girl who knows she’s hot, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to be told a lot by someone who isn’t afraid to to be genuine with a crazy beautiful woman-a quality usually lost on the type of guys who attempt to approach her at bars or clubs.

“You are insanely gorgeous, you know.” I say confidently to her. I want her to know how into her I already am. It’s that kind of good.

“Mmmm, thank you, you can always say things like that to me by the way. I will always love them.” And I can tell she feels the same so far. It’s just…there. Hanging in the air between us.

“So what is the next question?” I ask her. “I get the feeling if you call yourself the kink queen, you’re probably holding out on some other, more interesting sexual interests that we haven’t yet covered,” I was grinning at her because she was already showing her hand with the way she bit on her lip and gazed back at me through the glass of her half-drunk pint glass.

“It’s your turn,” she says, and I realize she’s right.

“Okay,” I size her up, as I enjoy the way we are both clearly squeezing each other with our legs, the vibe building with each minute. “What is the craziest thing you’ve done in bed?”

“Oh…easy…I was in a blood ceremony and killed twelve Swedish men.” She joked, and I almost spit out some beer.

“Fuck…did they deserve it at least?” I parry.

“Seven of them did.”

And we both laugh hard. It’s the kind of joke that doesn’t require further explanation or addendum. Because why not? Seven is better than half right?

But then she gets down to business.

“Hmmm,” she searches her sexual memory-scape as she bobs her head up at the ceiling and enjoys the LoFi track that the recently-installed DJ has now boomed into life throughout the bar, “that would definitely have to be my threesome with two guys.”

“Fuckkk!” I blurt out. I’m instantly harder in my jeans than I had been already. “Really? Oh my God I need to know everything,” and I realize I must sound desperate but this girl is such a fucking fox and the idea of her being used by two cocks is driving me wild in realtime.

“It was two of the college baseball jocks at my school. We were all drunk at a frat party that I crashed, and I convinced them that I would let them do whatever they wanted to me…but they had to fuck me together in a threesome.”

“WOW! So you were the one that convinced them to?” I said, so fucking impressed with this girl.

“Yeah…they both wanted to fuck me already…they just didn’t realize they’d have to make a deal to make that happen…I kinda got off on being so in control of them both.” She smiled at me as she nibbled the edge of her beer glass. God she was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. Truly.

“So did you love it?” I asked her.

“Oh…FUCK yes. It was amazing. I got to get fucked from both sides at the same time. It made me feel so sexually powerful, ya know? Like, I loved getting to be that slutty with them.” She said to me, sitting up and sliding her hand up the inside of my leg now.

“That is so sexy, Laney,” I say, and I feel her move her hand further…only inches away from my hard-on. I slide my hand further up the inside of her bare thigh. She flexes her leg in my hand and I squeeze back as she grabs the bartenders attention.

“One more round?” She asks me, and I quickly agree.

“Okay…my turn,” she says, after the bartender has seen her quick circle of fingers in the air.

“Do you want to fuck me right now?” She asks simply, and I laugh a little like a kid getting caught sneaking out of the house.

“Yes. Absolutely. I very much want to fuck you.” And we clink our newest drinks, as she wraps her arm around mine to toast in a new style.

While I slurp down my first sip her fingers slide up and bump into my sizable boner, and I watch her eyebrows go up as she traces the outline of my cock for just a moment.

“Mmm, you are so insanely sexy,” I say.

“I know,” she answers, as she sticks out her tongue and flicks the top of her teeth.

“My turn,” I say.

“It is your turn,” she bites her lip, and I’m dying to ravage this girl.

“What is your favorite position to cum in?” I ask, and now my hand slides all the way up and traces the inside of her silk thong panties. I can feel how wet she is and she hums a little at me as I near her pussy for the first time.

“I umm…” I’m rubbing my fingers along the outsides of her thong, teasing the front patch of her Victoria’s Secret panties. “I like to be bent over on a bed with my ass arched up behind me and pounded. I like to be fucked very hard, and I like to be spanked and talked dirty to,” as she said this my fingers slipped over her panties and rubbed down her clitoris through the thin fabric. She shook in her seat and I quickly repeated the motion.

“How do you like to cum?” She asked me, and now her fingers were just tracing the helmet of my cock. If the bar wasn’t so dark, it’d be pretty obvious we were fooling around with each other, but it had filled up with people and the dimmed blue lighting was perfect for this kind of naughtiness.

“I like to cum all over a girl’s pussy and ass…or all over her chin and mouth and face…and then I like to bend down and clean up my mess.” As I said this I slipped a finger inside of her panties and into her soaking juices for the first time.

“FUCK. REALLY???” She had this big asshole-eating grin on her face, and I could tell how much that turned her on.

My finger pushed inside of her pussy. “Yes. Really.” And I said each word firmly. Decisively. Her eyelids fluttered a little as she hid behind her drink.

“I fucking LOVE that…unf…sooo much, you have no idea how hot that is to me,” she was doing her best to maintain composure.

“Yeah?” I asked coyly. I was glad I was honest with her. It thrilled me to be able to tell her I liked cleaning my cum off my partner and not even have her flinch.

“Yes.” She was looking at me very intently now.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve ever been fingered?” I asked her, not allowing our seductive pace to slow down. We were both on the verge of being drunk and the vibe between us was immaculate. I was slipping my fingers into her pussy as she stroked hers along the length of my penis through my pants.

“Ha!” She laughed, though it came out in half a squeal. “Actually…that would have to be on the Matterhorn at Disneyland…but this is definitely climbing the list.”

We were quiet for a second, enjoying the sexual tension between us as they turned the bar even darker. People were beginning to get up and dance now at an area reserved for that very purpose across the room.

“Do you get off on the idea of being sexual around other people…does it turn you on knowing that we’re playing with each other around all these people right now?” She asked, keeping up her end of the game pace as her fingers admired the length of my shaft through my pants.

“Yes. So much. This is really fucking sexy right now,” I told her.

“I know,” she said. “Wanna make the game even better?” She asked me, taking her hand off my cock as she leaned back a little to pull herself together a little.

I sat up, doing the same, as my fingers slipped out of her. “What did you have in mind?” As I asked this, I took a big swig of beer and stopped to smell her delicious pussy funk on my fingers. It was intoxicating.

She opened her clutch and pulled out a purple, silicone sex egg. I’d seen similar devices at sex shops and in the various sex toy collections of the girls I’d dated. She reached up and put it in her mouth and sucked on it for second, without caring whoc could see. I gulped and smiled at a guy who walked by us, headed for the restroom, as he glanced at her sucking on something.

“Put this inside of me,” she said now, as she scooted her barstool as close as it would go and brought my hand back to the inside of her thigh.

I reached down and subtly inserted the large egg into her very drenched pussy, with only the smaller attachment hanging outside of her. There was a little ball that kept it in place.

“Mmmmm, that feels really good,” she moaned to me, even as she took out her phone and scrolled to the app that controlled the device. I hadn’t even realized it was electronic.

She showed me how the phone controlled the intensity of the vibrator in the egg, and as soon as I turned it on she arched her spine a little in her seat, and held onto my knees for balance. There was a pleasurable wave cresting over her.

“Fuckkk, I’m really fucking horny,” she moaned to me, as she grabbed her drink and enjoyed the low buzz of the first setting. I was gonna let her have this for a while. We stared at each other and shared a very intense gaze. The music of the bar was definitely getting sexier and our connection was building by the nanosecond.

We finished our drinks as I played with the intensity of the vibrations and the included electric shock feature that was an entirely different sort of pleasure for her. But she held up her composure as we talked, occasionally shaking or giving herself away with tiny gasps for air.

“You want to dance?” She said suddenly, as we paid out and started to head over to the floor.

When we got to the center of the tightly-packed crowd she pulled me in and we ground against each other. She was a great dancer. Flirtatious and energetic and very good at curving in all the ways.

I turned up the toy half way and she moaned into me, as I pulled her in for our first kiss of the night, as she wrapped her leg around the back of my leg to push her crotch up against mine. My boner was very firmly pressing against her very wet panties, as she had pushed the front of her skirt up a little to get me closer to her. Her lips were magical and her tongue massaged mine in my mouth and made me feel like the most wanted person alive.

We spent a couple of songs like this, and soon she was turned around with her ass gyrating back onto my crotch, showing off her bouncy-hearted bubble butt. She once again allowing me to bring her skirt up and tease the top of her ass, even as other nearby dancers watched the occassional flash of her buns. She didn’t care. She liked how I was putting her on display I realized and she seemed to be dancing for spectators now.

She sizzled and everyone that could see her could tell just by her silhouette what a stunner she was. I’d never been so turned on by a first date. It was that rare explosion of insane connection.

“Wanna get out of here?” She asked me now, as her hand was caressing my neck behind her while her ass gyrated back on my crotch. The seventh song we’d danced to was just finishing. We were sweaty.

“Fucking yes I do.” I practically growled at the offer. My hardness was straining my boxer confines like Samson asking for one last bout of strength.

She grabbed my hand and we headed out of the bar and and into the crowded, downtown city. We were drunk and horny, and I was excited for wherever this was headed.

“Where are we going?” I asked her, as she pulled me along, but we just kept walking, occasionally stopping to kiss each other up against a wall. I felt like a teenager again.

“You’ll see…you said you’re a kinky boy, right? You think you can keep up with me?”

I smiled and nodded to her.

“Great…then you’re gonna fucking love this,” she promised, and we continued on as she held my hand in hers, interlocking our fingers.

We turned a corner four blocks up and she slipped us inside of a thin, black three-story building with pink, neon lettering that read simply:

‘PLAY’

We walked through a heavily-tinted glass door that read ’21 and Over’ in script lettering.

When we got inside it was a small, black-velvet draped room, where a woman was sitting at a desk, with her legs crossed. She was dressed as a sort of seductive librarian, and she walked over to check out our ID’s.

“Do you know the rules?” She asked simply. Laney quickly nodded.

“We do,” she said. And the woman opened a further door for us that I hadn’t even realized was on the wall.

I was so nervous with anticipation. Where had she taken me? A strip club? A European murder hostel? The possibilities were exciting and frightening all at once. But the way she looked at me, I knew she wanted my cock. If she obtained it by way of organ theft, at this point, it might still be worth it.

She pulled me down a dark corridor where we passed a small set of bathrooms. The hall was full of doors and I realized suddenly where we might be.

We were at a porn arcade.

I had actually never been to one. I knew about them because I consumed wild amounts of porn and erotica and the idea always seemed both gross and sexy at the same time.

But this was not just any porn arcade.

When we’d gotten towards the end of the corridor she opened the second to last booth and we stepped inside. She locked the door behind us and we checked it out.

It was incredible. A large flat screen TV set behind a protective glass panel displayed a series of video categories and selections after the video service was purchased.

All you had to do was follow a link on your phone and it allowed for you to select how much time you’d like and what sort of film you wanted to watch. The payment was all done by an app that I found out she had downloaded on her phone already. She really was much more advanced I was realizing, and that turned me on a lot. I wondered how many times she had been here.

We were seated on a small, black leather bench with no back, that basically filled the latitude of the room when we sat down. The walls had a glowing blue track light which made you feel like you were in one of those underwater SeaWorld attractions. It really was a very clean, well-kept space. Nothing like what I would’ve expected from a porn theater…though this was probably an exception.

“Here, you pick the video you want to watch,” she said to me suddenly, and started to turn and undo my belt buckle. I leaned over and we kissed roughly and I turned back to her phone as she licked down my face and neck and covered me in her saliva.

I felt her hands push my pants and boxers off as my cock sprang out towards her happily. She grabbed onto my shaft and crooned a happy moan as she acquainted herself with my size and girth.

I tried to stay focused on my task at hand. I scrolled through the different pages. What would turn her on? I wondered. What would impress her. It clearly couldn’t be anything too vanilla. It would have to be something she’d still be enticed by.

I clicked on a ‘cumpilation’ video, which I figured was just girls making guys cum in various ways and swallowing it all. But I quickly realized that was only half true. This was a cock milking cumpilation video, which featured girls using men’s prostates to create incredible orgasms. The speakers in the booth were amazing, and soon we were surrounded by the sounds of very desperate men being made to cum by very determined women. Laney looked immediately invested in the video I’d chosen.

She leaned down and took my cock in her mouth fully as the first scene began, and I moaned in glorious pleasure as I felt her perfect lips and warm tongue sucking on me for the first time. She was a Master Level cocksucker, and she teased my prick with the types of shuddering cock maneuvers known only to the greatest of sexual deviants.

On the screen, a girl had begun to finger her boyfriend while jacking him to completion, and he trembled in her grasp as her pointer and middle fingers gently prodded his asshole and made D’Artagnan like curls against his male G Spot. I felt her drift her own fingers down to my ballsack as she massaged my sensitive scrotum and perineum.

I gasped when I felt her finger rub past my ass and lightly tickle my sensitive hole. She touched me softly, slowly.

I think she could tell she was driving me crazy, because the throbbing of my boner kept giving me away. I secretly loved having my ass played with, but had only ever been with a couple of girls who had been into it, so I tended to be careful with that kink.

But she was very good at picking up on the vibe, because she quickly began to tease past my hole, and I made it very clear that I liked this just by the sounds I was making, as she slowly sucked me up and down, deepthroating my cock. The suctioned pop of her lips each time she came up for air was delicious.

For a second I thought she was going to finger me as she rubbed her smooth digit over my anus, but then she stopped suddenly, and pulled her mouth off of my cock. She was looking over to the left.

“Do you see that?” She asked me innocently enough, and I looked to see what was very clearly a glory hole about the size of a Washington Apple. The edges of the hole were lined with a soft, black silicone which looked like it was well kept up.

“Whoa, is that an actual glory hole! I thought those didn’t exist.” I said, shocked and strangely excited. Had she known that was here?

“Yeah, I had heard that one of these booths had one…I just didn’t know which one…this is only my third time here,” she turned to kiss me, as if it was no big deal, and then took her phone back to switch over to a new movie, just as a tenth guy was being bent over and milked on the screen. As she did this, I slunk down onto my knees on the floor in front of her and began a slow tease up her perfect legs, as she lifted herself to the edge of the seat and spread her legs with a devious grin. I could see her laced purple thong with a white trim come into view. The front was basically see-through and her creamy arousal had soaked her shaved lips with frothy deliciousness. I wanted to eat her like she was a root beer float on a hot summer day.

I licked up her inner thighs and dragged my tongue over her crotch, sniffing in the addicting smell of her cunt. Her clit was engorged and I nibbled on it lightly through the fabric of her panties, as her legs shook a little in my hands.

I heard a new movie start and she grabbed my hair suddenly and looked down at me, from where I’d been teasing her.

“Tommy, I need you to lick my pussy now,” she desperately pushed my face against her sex and I was loving this slight show of aggression. It made me even hungrier to devour her.

She tasted wonderful. It was funky and floral and erotic. She tasted like the whip cream that runs down the side of a cobbler. She tasted like coconut body wash and sweat.

I make her moan loudly.

I eat her like a man possessed, all while she takes in the marvelous sights of a lesbian threesome she’s put on, to appreciate the way girls know how to eat girls. So I know I have to keep up. And I do.

I slowly surround her hood, taking my time on every inch of her, slowing down, teasing.

I slip my tongue lower to her ass and she raises her legs even higher. She looks so hot with her skirt pulled up and her heels still on, her panties shoved to the side for me. I want to fuck her so badly. I’m so horny for this wild girl and everything about this night.

I come back to her pussy and she is really moaning louder now. I love every second of this.

“I’m gonnna cummm, Tommy don’t stop, don’t stop!!” She is gripping my head hard and she cums in my mouth. It’s sudden and quaking, and her legs clamp around my head as I continue to fold blankets along the sides of her clit with my tongue. She groans my name, and I love how wet she is and I am already obsessed with how fully this girl orgasms. She doesn’t miss out on a single part of herself.

She pulls me up and kisses me lewdly as her tongue wanders over my chin, enjoying her own juices.

“Mmm, you made me cum REALLY hard, fuckkkkkk,” she moaned to me, and already she’s pushing me back down on the seat so she can straddle my cock.

I feel her position me against her and the first time she lowers her tight pussy on me I feel like I’m in slut heaven. This girl is the fucking gift of the sex gods. She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t get caught up on the awkwardness of any moment. She is wholly focused on me and it feels incredible.

We kiss roughly as she impales me inside her and soon I am helping to lift her up and down as she straddles her legs at my side and rides me with excruciatingly slow pace.

We’re a couple of minutes into enjoying our very first fuck, when a knock on the wall comes.

I look over. It’s the glory hole wall, but then I realize that both sides actually have holes, they’re all just so well hidden in the low light.

Laney looks down at me and stops riding for a second.

“You said you’re a kinky boy that likes to do crazy things, right?” She asks me in this seductive tone, as her pussy muscles clenches around my hard cock, making me practically whimper with lust for this girl. I wanted to be whatever she needed me to be in that moment.

“I am, yes, what do you wanna do?” I said to her, and there was a nervous excitement pulsing through my whole body. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked, perched atop my cock with her perfect curves and soft skin and short, dark brown hair, already messed with our sweat.

She took a weed pen out of her pocket and took a big hit. She brought it to my mouth and made me do the same. I coughed a little from the unexpectedly strong hybrid.

That’s when I felt her lean over to the wall and stick two fingers into the other side before bringing them back. I raised my eyebrows, not sure what this meant or what she was doing.

But then just like that, a hard cock was pressed through the hole. It was big and bulgy. Probably seven inches, with this fat head that glistening with a bit of precum. I felt my heartbeat double-time.

Holy fuck. I thought. But actually, I said it out loud.

Laney gasped and ground herself into me when she saw it come through. I think she also loved my reaction. What was she going to do? I wondered.

“Scoot over to the wall. I’m gonna suck on that cock while I ride you,” she said, looking at me with the most insatiably sexy face I’ve ever seen on a girl I was fucking. I was in her tractor beam of erotica and I was so turned on.

“Yes…fuck, okay,” was all I could muster. I was along for the ride now, that much was clear.

We moved over and I sat with my back up against the wall. The loveseat was basically level with the wall, which allowed me to sit sideways, with my legs straddling it and my back pressed into it. She moved us so that our heads were close enough and then sunk her even more drenched pussy down onto me again. I moaned from how good she was. But I was also incredibly aware of the glory hole, only half a foot to the left of my head, with the veiny cock sticking out.

She grabbed onto the cock while she rode me and jacked him at first, as I could see her fwapping him out of my peripheral vision. I liked looking. But she was too needy to just jack him off.

She pushed it up to her lips and made out with it only inches from where I was obsessively watching this girl.

She put on a show for me. She brushed her hair back and looked into my eyes while she sucked this stranger’s cock and rode me. I could literally feel how turned on she was by her actions. She loved sucking cock with an audience.

The deeper down her throat she took him the more she seemed eager to jack his base and stroke his balls in that perfectly subtle way. She seemed like she was entering into some kind of sexual nirvana and I felt like I was watching the creation of a planet.

At some point she slid her lips off of his throbbing cock and came down to find my own dry lips. She made out with me and I could taste his cum…a taste that I actually really liked, as she already knew. It was strange to have it coming from a cock that was so close to me. I’d never even considered playing with a cock before.

“Tommy…I’m so turned on,” she said, as she planted soft kisses up and down this shaft, never breaking eye contact with me.

“Yeah…me too, you’re fucking amazing,” I said, and I wasn’t lying. She was.

“Come here,” she told me. I did as I was told without question.

I kissed her lips, and I felt as she scooted us closer to the hole. It was an awkward angle for her to maintain, sucking him while leaning over. I could tell she needed to be closer so she wasn’t bending over so much as she rode me. But now his cock was basically right beside my cheek as her head bobbed on him lightly, enjoying two cocks at once.

“Tommy…” she grabbed my head again softly with one hand and jacked him with her other hand as she came up for air. And then, I noticed as she pulled me towards her own lips. She kissed me hard and had somehow moved me down with her. My heart was beating insanely fast.

She kissed me again, and I felt the spongey head of his cock pressed up against both of our lips. The salty cream of his precum was dizzyingly hot.

I was tasting my first real cock. She rode me slowly, clenching her pelvic muscles around my bulging member, keeping me so turned on with the clenching of her wet pussy on my raging dick. Keeping me from freaking out. Keeping the seduction in full swing.

I licked him with my tongue, because I knew she wanted me to, and I wanted to impress her. She noticed me do that. I wanted to dive in further. I was nervous.

“That’s it Tommy…taste him. Taste this big cock for me,” she said, and she used her mouth to push his helmet into my lips. She held me there, softly, but in control, as my mouth wrapped fully around the head of his throbbing penis.

“I want you to suck on that cock like a kinky little boy…do you understand?” She told me, assertive and sexy and even hornier for me. I could tell how much she got off on this.

I felt her lightly push my head down and I turned further towards the hole as I allowed the cock to slide into my own mouth now.

When he was about four inches into my throat, I gagged a little and tried to breathe through my nose. I was trying to impress her and I felt the way she rode me slowly, fully concentrating on my oral discovery.

“Suck on that cock for me, baby. Show me what a good cocksucker you are,” she said into my ear, as she kissed me and teased me. I was so turned on by all of this.

I began my own dedicated bobbing of my head. The taste wasn’t actually that bad. It reminded me of my own cum, which I’d eaten plenty of. I kind of wondered what it would be like to swallow his cum. My cock was throbbing inside of her tight snatch and she was holding my head and rubbing her hands through my hair as I sucked off my first man.

“Fuckkk this is so hot, Tommy. You’re such a sexy cocksucker. Bob on that cock, baby. I want you to make him cum with your mouth. She held the base of his dick in two fingers and jacked him lightly into my mouth and soon I wasn’t even focusing on the fact that my cock was fully engulfed in her perfectly tight pussy. All I could focus on was her calling me a cocksucker and the way that made me feel crazy. All I could think about was making this dick shoot it’s cum down my virgin throat.

Suddenly I began to feel this swelling from the veiny bar that my lips descended on.

I came up a little and kept my mouth around his head, swirling my tongue over his slit. I knew he was going to cum. I wanted him to.

The anonymous dick exploded in my mouth as she jacked him and I tasted and licked up every drop.

“Yessss baby, take alllll of his naughty cum you dirty little cockslut,” I couldn’t believe how horny she made me. I couldn’t believe I was sucking off a dick in a fancy porn arcade…just hours after meeting this mysterious Tinder honeypot.

His dick finally slipped out of my gasping mouth and she grabbed his dick and my face and soon we were making out, sharing cum, and smearing his messy helmet all over us.

She was completely wild. Like she had become an even grander version of herself.

I kissed her with complete abandon as she scooped cum out of my mouth and drank him down.

“Fuckkkk,” she said to me, as the cock owner finally slipped back through the hole.

“Thank you!” A satisfied voice said from the other side of the wall, and we heard a nearby door open as they left.

“That was unexpected,” I said, still enjoying her on top of me. We kissed slowly and sensually.

“Ohhh, I fucking likeeee you,” she beamed at me, and I’d never been so attracted to anyone in my life.

Before we knew it there was another knock from the door closing, and once again she raised an eyebrow at me and slipped her fingers through the hole.

And within minutes. Another cock was slipping through. This was was shorter, about six inches, but also fatter. It was a good dick. A filling dick if there ever was one.

She pulled herself off of me and sat on one side of the cock as she began jacking him.

“Are you still hungry, naughty boy?” I moved to mirror her position and we both got down on our knees so that the new cock was at our face level.

“I really am. Wanna share this big dick with me?” I asked, feeling braver and even hornier than before. It looked unexpectedly tasty.

“Yes, Tommy” she said with pure lust, and our mouths descended on him hungrily.

We gave him a true, porno style-double blowjob, using our lips to jack him and licking every possible inch of his shaft. We were craven for cock. I sucked on his balls and she nibbled his head while teasing his slit. We took turns deep-throating and glogging on him. We took turns using the cock on each other’s mouths, and encouraging each other with naughty things into each other’s ears. We traded him and sucked on him and basically became one incredibly in-tune unit of cocksucking sluttery. His juices were all over us. We smelled like dirty cock.

This girl was a fucking gem.

And then soon he was cumming again, just as we had our lips over the sides of his head. The cum shot out between us and fell down our faces and drenched us in hot jizz. It was a big, pent-up load.

We were tawdry cumsluts together. We licked and sucked and moaned for this new drenching of semen all over us.

Soon he was pulling out, totally drained of cum, and she was kissing me and licking any bit of cum she could find on me.

“Mmmmm, I’ve never shared two cocks with one guy before. You just checked off a new box for me,” she smiled as we made out. The spunk smell was in my nose with her perfume. Her makeup was smeared and lipstick, smudged. She was so good at this.

“You just checked off like 18 new boxes for me!” I joked and she bent over in front of me and told me to fuck her again. She was still crazy horny for more and I wasn’t going to disappoint.

I slid in behind her and grabbed her gorgeous, naked, round ass, soft and full in my hands.

I bent down for a moment to eat her asshole because it was perfect and I wanted to show this girl I could keep up.

“Mmmm, Tommmy, yessss eat that ass.” I devoured her and soon I needed her pussy again.

I thrust back inside her and we were bent over towards the wall.

“Do you want more cock?” She asked me in the hottest voice as I thrust fully into her wet pussy.

“Mmmhmm,” I moaned.

It didn’t take long. A thick, seven inch pipe was soon sticking through the hole. there weren’t any finger requests this time. It was just there, like a big, juicy sausage already dripping precum.

We fucked on our knees doggy in front of the wall so we could suck this new dick together. She was actually on her haunches now, and I was on my knees on the seat behind her, with both of our heads leaning down together. This one had been my favorite. It was a true, 10/10 penis. and it smelled like some sort of pine needle soap. I wanted to spend more time on this cock, but suddenly I felt Laney pulling me up. She was repositioning me again as my cock slipped out of her perfectly young pussy.

I was thrilled by her every move.

“I need two cocks in my mouth,” she had me stand up beside the leather bench, but the hole was two centered above the seat for her to get me where she needed. Suddenly she had a plan. While she was jacking off this perfect cock, she looked me in the eye.

“Here, stand up on either side of the bench and put his cock through your legs so that I can suck you together.

“Umm…” I gulped a little at the thought, but she was jacking me too now, “yeah.” I straddled the bench and the height of the hole made it so that my ass was just above the glory hole where his cock was sticking through. It felt like I was sitting on a precarious merry-go-round horse.

“Almost,” Laney said, as she pushed me down further and had me spread my legs so his cock now nestled right up against the sensitive skin beneath my balls. His cock head bumped into my balls as she brought him further forward and pushed my own cock down so they were touching. It felt electric to have a rock hard cock pressing up against my own. Such a strangely familiar sensation

“Fuckkk, this is soooo sexy,” she said, and she went back to work. I watched her tie her short hair back with a band she’d kept around her wrist. Even as messy as she was from all the sex, she still looked like the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Her plump lips felt marvelous, as she was able to get about three inches of our dicks into her mouth at the same time. She moaned around us and relished this kinky act we had entered into together.

I was moaning from the sensations of his own helmet pulsing against my own, as we waited for her sexy, snaking tongue to slither over us and tease our throbbing members over and over again. She moaned loudly while she sucked. She was lost in her lust.

She had her hands on our cocks and was jacking us and I felt my knees getting weaker, the closer she brought me to cumming.

“That feeels sooo fucking gooood,” I moaned to her, as my cock got closer and closer to my first powerful orgasm.

And then. just as she was trading off these sloppy deepthroats, I felt her grab the base of my balls…and squeeze.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkk…” it was like being clutched by sudden blue balls. She had choked off a very inevitable explosion from my cock and suddenly it was like my body was becoming cum-crazed. I needed to cum. I needed her to let me cum.

But I was so obsessed with the control she wielding over me. The way she could go from submissive to dominant on a dime.

“MMMmm, Tommy…I’m gonna make you beg me to cum tonight, baby,” she said to me, as she came up and kissed me on the lips. Her hands were jacking off my cock softly and I swear it felt so good because of my completely aching cock which she had, unbeknownst to me, been edging this whole time. Even with the way she had gripped me with her pussy. She had never let me get to that place where I was going to jizz. I hadn’t even realized it until that very moment.

“Mmmm, you’re so goddamn sexy, Laney, I’m so fucking turned on by you,” I said in devoted obsession, shuddering a little as I felt her hand pulling his cock through my legs and up against the base of my balls.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of something. I couldn’t quite tell what she was grabbing. Then she was kissing me and I could taste all the semen on her lips.

She reached beneath me and squirted a large glob of lube onto the cock she’d just been sucking.

I thought maybe she was getting ready to get fucked up against the wall, but she just kept jacking us off, even as my legs spread further and my ass slid a full half over the hole.

His big cock was now pressing through my sweaty ass, and a chill ran up my spine as I felt her pushing his cock against my body. The lube she had already covered him in began to slide against me and push my ass open further.

At some point, the head of his cock began to drag heavily across my actual crack and hole, and anytime I felt his size nearing my entrance I moaned in nervous excitement.

She grabbed the stranger’s cock and pushed it up so that he began pressing against my anus.

“Fuckkkk, Laney…I’ve neverrrr…” and she shoved two fingers into my mouth and stared at me with controlled direction in her gaze.

“Suck on my fingers, Tommy, now. Suck on them like they’re a cock you want to cum.” and I did as she said.

His head plopped past my sphincter and I shrilled in pain, even as I sucked her fingers like they were a cock. She was holding onto my upper body and massaging me.

“Goooood…that’s a good boy…take a deep breath and allow your ass to relax, baby,” her words dripped over my sexuality like butter. She made me feel so sexy in that moment.

I had a cock in my ass for the first time, and Laney was holding onto the shaft, even as she helped him slide further into me.

“FUGGGGHHHHHH,” I moaned, as my ass tore from its new invader.

Fuck, sex with a guy was no fucking joke, I thought, as I breathed a painful breath around her fingers.

“Here…smoke,” she stuck her weed pen in my mouth as she took her fingers out. I took a giant hit off the pen and she opened her mouth to let me blow the smoke into hers.

I was shotgunning marijuana smoke with the hottest girl I’d ever hooked up with, and she was guiding a dick into my ass at a glory hole while somehow seducing me into my first-time gay experience.

Where the fuck had this night even gone?

I was drunk with lust. The pain was unreal. But there was this vibrating sort of distant longing attached to it. Having a cock in your ass was like allowing your body to say…okay…I’m not in control. Someone else is.

Someone else was.

He fucked me. Slowly. Surely. I think he could tell he was opening a virgin. My moans should’ve been obvious enough.

Laney knelt on the bench in front of me and kissed me fully now as she caressed my cock, which had gotten even harder as he fucked me.

“Your cock…is SO. FUCKING. HARD. Tommy,” she said to me, staring into my eyes as she rubbed her thumb over my cream-covered slit. I loved the things she said as he thrust himself firmly into me.

“Yeahhh, Unnfff, I knowww, fuckk,” was all I could manage, in between my little yelps, as he slowly got halfway into me and started a more steady pace, as my rump opened up and it began to get easier.

“Do you like that?” She asked me, still speaking to me like she was the most obviously sexy girl in the room, and she probably usually was. Her voice had gotten huskier…sluttier…more expectant. She was leading me and I loved it.

“Yesss…I doooo like it,” he was five inches in. And then six. And then seven. My head was spinning. The weed had definitely helped make me even hornier. I was getting ravenous.

I felt his balls bottom out against me and my voice had literally gone up an octave as my first fucking ramped up.

“That’s it, baby, show me how good you can take a cock. I love to see a guy who enjoys cock in his ass…it’s so fucking hot to me. I want you to show me how good he feels in your asshole-fucking you. Taking you. Pounding you.”

Laney pulled me down so I could lean my elbows on the bench, so I was in a standing doggy, with my ass, fully over the hole in the wall now.

I couldn’t help but rest my face for a second on the leather seat, as his powerful tool pistoned against my prostate and caused my cock to leak like a summer water hose.

Laney lay out in front of me and spread her legs. She wanted me to eat her pussy while I was fucked. I felt so submissive to her.

I began to devour her and she leaned back, resting her own back now against the opposite wall (that’s how small the rooms were).

And then something even wilder happened. When she leaned back two fingers came through the opposing hole. And she cocked an eyebrow as she grabbed the fingers and licked them. That would certainly answer that.

A large, black cock came through the hole. It was huge. I nodded from her muff where I tried my best to focus on her clit, even as my moans were forced out of me by the man currently pounding my ass in front of my Tinder date.

She began to suck the side of this shaft and I leaned up to watch. I was being fucked and moaning. She was sucking and moaning.

And then she was pressing her ass up against the hole in the same position I was in. This put our faces in the middle and we kissed like wanton teenagers as she shared in a co-ed fucking. They pounded us into each other and we moaned together.

She reached beneath me and jacked me and I squeezed her breasts and nipples and soon I couldn’t hold off any longer.

I was about to cum and she SQUEEZED MY COCK AGAIN! FUCKKKKKKKK!

I practically crumpled at the knees she was so in charge of me.

He kept fucking. My prostate kept taking new trips around the damn sun. This sex goddess was slapping her ass back on this big black cock and moaning into my mouth and I was basically just trying not to cry like a little girl from how earth-shatteringly good it felt to have a cock in my ass.

“Tommy…are you gonna be a good boy and let him cum in your ass?” She asked me, even though she already knew the answer.

“Yessss…I want it,” I moaned back.

“Yeah baby? You want his cum? You wanna take his jizz up that slutty little ass of yours?”

She jacked me firmly and lightly held the base of my balls, squeezing and unsqueezing, teasing and stopping. Toying. Seducing me. Forcing me. To learn just how good cock was…how much I would crave it.

And then I heard her moaning louder.

“Fuckkkk! I’m gonna cummm…I want you to cummm on that cock Tommy, cum with me, baby!” She jacked me fast and I felt the person fucking me pound even faster. He was going to cum inside me, I could tell.

I was going to cum.

She was going to cum.

“FUCCKKKKKK, OHHHMYGOOODDDDD!” I moaned as her hand finally finished it’s journey and my splooge fireworked out of me even as I was receiving my first ever cream pie.

The warmth all over my body was dizzying. She was in the throes of her own multiple orgasm dance as she jacked me fully through our shared orgasmic ecstasy.

When he finally pulled out of me I felt the jizz run out of my ass and down my leg.

The cock inside of her still hadn’t cum.

She pulled herself off to take a break.

“Wanna share this last cock with me, Tommy?” She asked, and I beamed to her.

We were on our knees again, and our tongues went to work licking him all over. I could taste her ass on his cock. Laney kept gathering up my cum off my chest and adding it to his beast, like some sort of sexual garnish to our depravity. There had never been so much cum on my body. I felt like a Brazzers pin-up.

“Mmmmm FUCK, I wanna share his cum with you sooo bad,” she said, and she was feisty again, completely addicted to the smell of the cum all over us as she bounced on her side of his dick.

We sucked and jacked and toyed with his balls. He pounded the wall to let us know and we felt the now-familiar pulse bounding up his cock. Laney grabbed my head and brought me to lay under him with her.

And she jacked him off fast, even as we opened our mouths and stuck out our tongues together. It felt like slow motion when it finally happened.

Thick globs of cum gushed out of his geyser and drenched our every feature. She licked my face and I licked hers and we were like animals in the forest desperate for cum. He rained down on us. It was the kinkiest fucking facial.

We connected in a way neither of us had ever connected sexually before. We cleaned him and each other and even after all the cum was gone we didn’t want to let him go…but he was spent, and his deflating cock pulled through the hole.

We sat up and she straddled me again…not fucking…just…feeling as one.

“Fuckkkk, Tommmmy,” she said to me, and she kissed me the way someone kisses their equal.

“Yeah…fuckkk…I can’t…like…” I felt like if I stopped to breathe for too long, I might cry. Which was crazy.

“That was your first, right?” She said, as she drifted small kisses down my face and played with my sweaty hair. I loved the way her fingers found my spots. Right off the bat.

“Yeah…I’d never even…”

“Thought about being fucked?” She knew what I was thinking. She knew all the jumbling thoughts.

“Yeah…” I smiled, almost embarrassed. She totally understood my emotional unraveling.

“I was so impressed…and like…so fucking turned on…I’ve never been able to get a guy to do that for me exactly.” She said, and that almost surprised me.

“Really? Someone as convincing as you?” I asked. We were kissing still…innocently again.

“Well…I had an ex boyfriend that sucked dick in threesomes with me…but I could never convince him to try anal sex…which was such a huge fantasy for me,” she said.

“How did you know I would do it?” I laughed at her, loving this post-game talk we were having.

“I didn’t…I took a chance…and you made me a very happy, very horny girl,” she was looking at me with intense admiration. We were naked and breathing into each other as she straddled me on that seat. Our clothes and juices were everywhere. She was still wearing her heels though, which I was so impressed by. What a banger she was.

“I’m so blown away by everything that just happened,” I said, and she crinkled her nose and squeezed my neck and shoulder muscles.

“I’m fucking amazed, and I want to talk more about this…” she started, and I looked at her with a tilt of my head. “But first do you wanna maybe get cleaned up and go and snag some tacos? I’m fucking STARVING,” and out of nowhere, she was the cute girl next door again. The fucking variety to her sexy was outstanding.

“YES. Fuck…I didn’t realize how hungry I was until just now,” I was stupidly into this girl.

“Yeah…you work up an appetite taking a cock up your ass, didn’t you know?” and as she said that, she shoved her tongue back in my mouth and I moaned from the statement. There was something so sexy about the fact that I had lost my anal virginity from her perfect seduction.

“Fuck…you are gonna be trouble. I’ve got some serious questions,” I slapped her ass as she popped up and pulled on her sheer panties, and we began to get dressed.

“And I’ve got all the answers for you babe…over tacos,” she slapped my ass in return as I bent down for my pants. Ugh. I was sore from the assault on my very tight anus.

“Yes. Absolutely. Tacos.”

We finished dressing and exited the long, illuminated tunnel towards the exit. She winked at the woman by the door on the way out who smiled knowingly at us, and soon we were back out in the late-night of the city.

It was already 3:00 AM. We’d been fucking for a long time.

I put my arm around her neck and she put hers around my waist and we walked in conspiratorial joy, already excited for what new flavors awaited us. She apparently knew an al pastor food truck that would change my life.

This girl wasn’t real. She couldn’t be. But no matter how many pinches I attempted, our ribaldry and revelry continued. And she kept kissing me and smiling at me. Our afterglow followed us down the nighttime city streets, with all the condensation and bright lights to romance the moment.

 

 

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