What Happens in Vegas

The balls inside me shifted again, causing me to gasp and nearly gag. They felt amazing at times. Overwhelming at others. I wanted to touch myself very badly, to push the balls deeper into my pussy as I thumbed my own clit. But I had other things going on. Other priorities.

Get him off.

I started sucking Corey harder, faster. Pumping him with one hand while clenching his ass with the other. Reaching down with the tips of my fingernails, to gently tease at his scrotum.

“Like that,” he groaned. “Just like that…”

I heard the door again. Voices this time, talking low, laughing and making small talk. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was bringing my lover off in my mouth, feeling him throb and pulse as he shot his warm come, straight down my throat. We’d emerge from the stall, smoothing our clothes. My hair all disheveled. My lips plump and swollen, still wet from—

“Get up.”

The words surprised me. He was so close! Almost there..

I defied him and kept sucking.

“I said GET UP.”

Again, the words echoed beyond our little stall. Heart pounding, I rose to my feet. He bent a little, until we were face to face, mouth to mouth. My hand was still on his wet cock, stroking it, pulling it through one very wet fist…

I felt a tug on my waistband, and we looked down together. Corey was rolling my panties down. Just a little… maybe six or eight inches down my thighs. He left them there, totally exposed. The thin swatch of white fabric looking lacy and cute, all drenched and open.

Before I knew it, Corey was shoving my hand away and pulling me against him. His cock stood out straight and proud from his body, piercing the valley between my legs, sliding through the warm furrow below my pussy, just barely penetrating the outer lips.

“Don’t move,” he warned, although I could feel my entire body shivering all over.

Slowly, methodically, he fucked the warmth and wetness of my thigh gap. Penetrated the little triangle formed by shoving my legs together with two strong hands. We kissed some more as he did it, our mouths as hungry as our bodies were for each other.

It was totally crazy. But so totally, totally hot.

“Keep your legs together,” Corey ordered, as one hand slid to my ass. He began clutching me harder. Pulling me more tightly against him with each deep, powerful stroke. I could feel him swelling, growing even bigger between my thighs. His breath was getting ragged now. Shorter. Faster.

“Fuck…”

I thought he’d bend his knees at the penultimate moment, and shove himself inside. Blast off in my pussy, filling it with his cream.

Instead he did the opposite.

Corey pulled back at the last possible second, sliding one hand to the underside of his cock. Then he stoked himself to orgasm, pumping jet after jet of his thick, hot cream… directly into the swath of fabric stretched rightly between my thighs.

Oh. My. God.

His whole body tensed as he came, his forearm tightening around his clenched fist. My panties were a puddle of come now. The entire triangle of the thong, totally filled with everything he had.

“Fuck…” Corey grunted, finishing up. He gave his cock one final squeeze, resulting in a single drop of pearlescent come still clinging to to the tip of one finger. Then our eyes met…

And he pushed that finger right into my mouth.

Holy shit…

I continued staring at him as I licked his finger clean. Never looked away, even as he pulled my panties back up around my waist, being sure to secure the straps of my thong high up at my hips.

When the come-filled triangle of lacy fabric came into contact with my throbbing pussy, I just about gushed on my own.

“There,” Core said, his voice finally broken. He patted the ‘V’ between my legs. “That’s more like it.”

I was numb as he led me from the bathroom. Somehow everyone had finished, everyone had left. No one even batted an eye as we made our way back to our table, where Brody — and a small array of steaming plates — awaited us.

“Have fun?” Brody asked slyly, as I slid back into the booth. I moved to cuddle against him. Slipped my hand lovingly into his.