Penny looks for work.
On so many occasions before I would have teased him this way verbally after coming home from a night out. But the reality of the situation was not just implied this time. It was real. He reached up to twine his fingers into the damp tangle of my long blonde hair, lingering over the hardening sticky patches, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"You did it..." he finally managed to say, with a mixture of shock and disbelief. "You actually fucked someone."
"Uh uh," I said moving my hand rhythmically over his hard on, stroking him through his jeans. "I'm the one telling this story. No interruptions."
I leaned away from him until I felt the steering wheel touch my back. The short black skirt immediately slid upward, exposing the red mesh panties that he had inspected before I'd gone out that night.
"See I'm still wearing them," I teased. "But I had to, otherwise all that cum would be running down my legs right now." I moved just enough to let the light of the street lamps in the parking lot filter through the window enough for him to see the shiny glistening patch of wetness quickly soaking through the crotch of my panties.
"Fuck, that's a lot of cum," he said, clearly overwhelmed by the moment.
"Mmm... that's because I got fucked... a lot ." Still leaning back, I slid a finger around the edge of the fabric, feeling the creamy wetness of my warm slippery smooth pussy. I slid a finger inside my cunt, stirring the cum, and feeling the walls of my pussy clench around my finger with excitement and sustained arousal.
"Kendra and I were hanging out with some guys, of course. And there was this one guy... I could tell how much he wanted to fuck me. And I started thinking about being a bad little girl for you tonight... and not just pretending this time. I couldn't stop thinking about how hot that would be, about how intense your reaction would be knowing that I was in a public bar, letting myself give into our most debased fantasies."
"Uh huh..." his eyes were still wide as he tried to absorb my words.
I slid my finger out of my soaking panties and showed him how wet with cum they were before smiling at him, and moving them up to smear over my lips before sliding them into my mouth, one after another. I started to grind my wet crotch against his straining hard-on, as our eyes locked while he watched me lick my fingers clean. So caught in the disbelief of the moment, he was unable to utter a single word.
"So I invited the guy to follow me into the private bathroom in the VIP section. And as soon as I locked the door, I knew I was going to be a nasty filthy girl for him. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants first."
While I spoke, my hands worked quickly on Matt's jeans, unzipping him just as I described unzipping Aaron's, and then forcing Matt to lift his hips so that I could tug them down. He cooperated with me, obviously eager to release his own straining cock as he listened breathlessly to my filthy tale.
"Once they were around his ankles, I made him turn around and bend over, so that he was bracing his hands against the sink."
"Oh my god," Matt muttered, knowing my mind and where I was going with the story before the words even left my mouth. I took hold of his throbbing cock, already slick with pre-cum and began to stroke it between us, alternating by pressing it against my red mesh panties and sliding it up and down my slit. I let the cum push through the sheer fabric and cover his cock, lubricating it for my nimble hands as I stroked his shaft while I continued telling the story.
"And then, I spread the cheeks of his ass and leaned forward and shoved my tongue inside him. Not soft or yielding, but right inside his hole, nice and deep. He wasn't expecting it, but he was so turned on by it that he immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into him. Can you imagine that? My tongue sliding into his ass while I was on my hands and knees in that bathroom..."
Before Matt could say anything, my hand slid up to curl around the back of his neck, holding his face steady while I moved in to p