My Mom's Fiance

But when I went to find Jenna and Denise, neither of them were at our table. The shot glasses were gone and a bunch of frat guys sat on our stools with nearly a dozen beer bottles scattered on the table between them.

At the bar, I asked about the other bartender, the sleazy one, figuring he would at least know where Jenna was. His co-worker jerked a thumb toward a wooden door at the back at the bar and grunted something incomprehensible.

As I pushed the door open, my head was still woozy. Oh my god, I had an amazing story to share, something that would blow their socks off.

But instead, a cacophony of grunts and moans filled my ears. Of course, it was the bartender. And he was in there with both Jenna and Denise. In the back of the storage room, the man was flat on his back with Jenna sitting on his face. He moaned into her pussy while she dirty talked him through eating her.

“Lick my pussy harder,” she cooed, yanking his hair so hard it looked like it hurt. But the bartender didn’t seem to mind. He moaned and worked his mouth furiously between her legs. “Make me cum!” Jenna cried out. She shoved her cunt into his face and tittered then, riding his face like it was a hobby horse.

Meanwhile Denise was on her knees between the bartender’s spread legs, sucking his dick like it was the best lollipop ever. The noises were loud and obscene, the smacks almost echoing in the small room as her hand moved like crazy between her legs. Holy cow. The room smelled of fragrant juices, cardboard boxes, and alcohol. A heady stew, if there ever was one.

I jumped back, shocked and even a little bit turned on. It was like a live porno. My friends were so dirty! Blushing, I backed away and closed the door behind me, hoping that whoever came into the storeroom after me didn’t mind getting a full on show along with whatever they went in there for.

So shaking my head, I walked in a daze out of the bar, hopping into a cab. And once home, my empty dorm suite greeted me. Thank god, Denise and Jenna were busy. After all, I just wanted to be alone to marvel at what had happened. Oh god, gentle aches radiated from my ass. My arms were tense from how I’d grabbed the table as the stranger rammed his dick into my behind.

And yet, all of me felt so good, relaxed and alive at once. Should I shower? Call me dirty, but I didn’t want to wash it away. The goopy semen was still trailing from my anus, caking a bit around the hole. And I liked it. I liked the tantalizing squishiness, a nasty reminder of the taboo fuck.

So in my room, I got naked, clothes dropping carelessly on the floor. Squeezing my thighs together, my pussy pulsed again reflexively, with an answering clench from my ass. Oh yeah, there was business back there, sticky and sweet.

And smiling privately, I climbed into bed. Even though pajamas are usually the name of the game, tonight it was all about being nude, the slick sheets caressing my curves and lulling me into sleep.

But the feeling between my legs was so wet and sticky, making it impossible to doze off. I groaned and rolled over in the sheets, imagining I’d pass out right away from exhaustion. But as soon as my eyes closed, there was the stranger’s face again, the thick ridge of his dick in his pants.

And the way he’d wiped off his fuckshaft with my panties while grinning at me shamelessly made me squirm deliciously. Oh god, what was he gonna do with them? Was he gonna sniff my dirty panties? Wrap them around that stiff cock and jerk off?

Please yes.

Please let him remember me.

I should’ve gotten his number.

I should have gotten his name at the very least.

But then what? It wasn’t like an alpha male would have anything to do with a curvy girl. He probably had a woman set up in a condo someplace, a big office with plenty of sophisticated ladies swanning about, and a private jet for his personal Mile High Club. So who was I? A plump nobody who’d given him my bottom without even knowing his name.

Oh shit.

I was such a slut.

But even if I was a slut … it felt good.

And as sleep claimed me, my pussy tingled again, the sensation causing my ass to clench reflexively. Because I wanted to be the one to suck the alpha’s dick. I wanted to milk his thick knob with my mouth and swallow that sweet cream, gulping with pleasure. I wanted to give him my ass, again and again, holding it open for his pleasure.