Charlee is an attractive young woman. She is fit. Her legs are toned, her arms are well defined, and her ass is perfectly round. She enjoys how men stare at her when she is at the beach or walking down the street. Hell, she enjoys her own body when she is by herself.
For a while now, she has been seeing an older man. They met at a bar one night, and he rocked her world. They had amazing sex right there and then. It was thrilling.
Charlee was meeting him later that night at a new place down an alley she knew well. It was a cool spot with restaurants, trendy bars, and other meeting places. The new place wasn’t too far from where they’d first met — the location familiar to both of them.
As she was getting ready, she looked at the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. “Nope, that won’t do,” she thought to herself, staring at the stubble on her pussy. She took out her razor and shaving cream and lathered herself generously. The menthol-based cream tingled against her clit, a combination of cool and burning that was making her horny.
She used the razor with ease, each stroke leaving a smooth surface behind. The pressing and stretching of the slippery skin of her mound rubbed gently against her excited clit. She was getting warm, her heart beating faster. She loved the way her pussy looked. She was getting horny, no doubt about it, and desperately wanted to finish so she could have her man’s cock.
Once finished, she jumped in the shower, and the hot-then-cold sensation on her clit was amazing. It sent her juices flowing. She lathered herself with soap and fondled her tits. She was getting very horny, and decided to stop, saving herself for the mind-blowing orgasm she knew he could deliver.
She dried herself and got ready. She chose a simple black satin dress, then went to her lingerie drawer to look for something special. She’d come to know that her man was sophisticated and loved her in fine lingerie, which, over the last few weeks, had resulted in her amassing a windfall of amazing pieces.
“Fuck it,” she said out loud. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” With that, she decided to go commando, and then second-guessed herself, wondering if maybe she should wear something after all. She reached down to the bottom of her drawer and pulled out her jeweled butt plug. She looked at it with a mischievous smile and put it in her mouth to warm it up, rolling her tongue against the cold metal and sucking on it like a lollipop. She lubed her ass and the metal, then began to insert it.
She’d done it a few times now and knew that once you got past the initial sting of insertion, the pleasure of the pressure and tightness in her ass more than made up for it, tenfold at least. She played with it a bit, working it in gradually, rolling and pulling it out. It reminded her of when her man went anal on her. She finally pushed it all the way in and clenched her ass, making certain it was secure. Hmm, that’s better, she thought. She could feel her muscles tighten around it and press slightly against the inside of her pussy. Her clit was throbbing. Her nipples were hard, and just for good measure, she placed her hands on her tits and pinched her nipples, imagining her man’s hot hands all over her body. She could feel her juices building around the lips of her pussy.
She slipped on her dress, put on a nice pendant necklace and matching earrings, and finished the look with a splash of the perfume that drove him insane. She was ready. The doorbell rang, and she rushed to open the door. He stood there, confident, a smile on his face. He brushed his salt-and-pepper hair back with his hand and let out a low “wow.” He joked that his body was the result of many years of playing rugby — still sturdy, but with a bit of a belly now. Things sagged a little but firmed up quite well when stimulated by her touch. He wore tan, straight-fit pants and a dark collared shirt.
“You look fucking hot,” he said, and with that, she noticed a slight bulge in his pants. She liked that she had this effect on him.
They walked to the new place. He kept his hand on her ass and noticed two things: one, she wasn’t wearing underwear, which sent a rush of blood to his cock, making him bulge again; and two, her ass was tighter than usual, making him bulge even more.
With each step she took, she could feel the plug shifting slightly, her anal muscles tightening and contracting, sending a slight pressure into her vagina that felt amazing. Her heart was beating faster, and with each breath she felt a tickle in her lungs. Yup, she thought, I can feel my wetness running down my legs. This will be interesting later. They finally reached the place, and none too soon. She found a napkin to discreetly wipe her legs.
The place was nice, with the feel of a lounge bar: nice furniture, high-top tables, couches, dark hardwood floors, and amber lighting. The music was loud but not too loud, just enough that you couldn’t make out what anyone else was saying. She also noticed how the main area branched off into several smaller rooms, all with similar décor.
They got to the bar and ordered their drinks. As the evening went on, they could feel the alcohol taking effect. They weren’t drunk by any means, but they had a pleasant buzz and a sense of euphoria. They danced close to each other, his hands on her ass, squeezing it, thrusting her crotch against his. She could feel the warm bulge getting harder. He looked down and saw her nipples pointing through the fabric. She loved how they felt against the smooth material.
On impulse, she grabbed his hand and led him toward one of the adjoining rooms. There was another couple already there, making out, him fondling her. Charlee and her man laughed and didn’t pay them much attention. He started kissing her neck, his hot breath against her skin making her even hotter. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and with each nibble at her neck and earlobe, let out a soft, pleasurable moan and pulled him tighter. She pulled his head down and put her mouth close to his ear. “Finger-fuck me,” she whispered.
He kissed her passionately, their tongues intertwining, their combined saliva slicking their lips. He slid a hand up the inside of her thigh. She arched her back at his touch. She could feel her clit fully erect, and pictured it poking out from its little hood, begging to be rubbed. She contracted her vaginal muscles and felt a fresh stream of wetness. He could feel it on his hand as he slid it upward, gliding smoothly to her pussy. It was smooth, freshly shaved and made his cock fully erect. How he yearned to have it in his mouth.
She started breathing heavier, and with each breath her tits rose and fell, her nipples rubbing against the soft material and sending electric shocks to her clit. It was a vicious cycle of intense horniness.
Someone approached them. It was the man from the other couple. He looked at Charlee’s man and said, “My wife would like to know what’s so amazing about your wife.” Charlee’s man corrected him: “She’s not my wife. She’s my mistress.” The woman came over and gently moved him out of the way.
She grabbed Charlee by the neck and kissed her, their mouths opening, tongues intertwining, hers smaller and smoother than her man’s. It was exciting, Charlee thought, and though she felt a flicker of nerves, she was still just as horny. The woman began to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric, then moved her hand between Charlee’s legs and lifted her dress to her waist to reveal her cleanly shaved pussy.
The other man had moved behind Charlee’s man and started rubbing his shoulders, then reached down and pulled his hips back against his own, letting Charlee’s man feel his cock growing hard, pressing between his cheeks. Meanwhile, the woman lowered her face between Charlee’s legs and began licking the inside of her thigh, tasting her juices, her hot breath drawing closer and closer to Charlee’s throbbing clit. Just bite the fucking thing, Charlee thought to herself, hoping the sting of it would push her over the edge. She didn’t know how much longer she could stay in this state of heightened arousal.
As the woman made her way up Charlee’s legs, Charlee glanced over at her man. She could see the other man’s hands under his shirt, playing with his hard nipples. There was just enough light to make out the huge bulge and the wet spot at his crotch. She was still a little uneasy about these strangers pleasuring them, but if her man was turned on and felt safe, then so was she. With that thought, she let herself be taken by the woman.
The woman’s tongue finally reached her clit. She opened her mouth and took Charlee’s whole wet mound in, tasting her sweet nectar and moaning. The vibration of the moan against her clit sent electric shocks straight to her nipples, and Charlee’s instinct was to pinch them as hard as she could. The pain was enjoyable. She clenched her anal muscles, squeezing the plug hard, and it sent a wave of pleasure through her whole body.
The woman licked her hard clit gently and slid two fingers inside Charlee’s wet pussy. Immediately, the walls of her vagina clenched around the fingers, adding to the immense pleasure. She glanced over to see her man’s pants open, his cock standing at ninety degrees, the head glistening in the amber light, the other man’s hand gently stroking him.
She closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to the other woman’s touch, emptying her mind of thought and focusing only on the pleasure. The woman licked harder and faster now, in rhythm with her fingers. Charlee felt the orgasm building. She curled her toes as her body began to tremble, took a deep breath, and tightened every muscle. She held her breath, and with a violent release of pressure, her body convulsed. The woman keptsucking hard through each contraction of the orgasm, Charlee’s anal muscles squeezing the plug with every wave, until a wave of exhaustion washed over her.
She gasped for air and begged the woman to stop. The woman pulled back. Charlee looked over to see her man with his back arched, the other man holding him close with one hand, pulling his hips back against his own, the other hand stroking him faster and faster. He felt his orgasm building. Experienced with male pleasure, the other man knew exactly what to do to draw it out. As he felt the shaft begin to contract, he held the cock firmly and let Charlee’s man control the thrusts. He could feel each contraction, the cum building toward the tip, until, with each pulse, hot cum shot out and splattered onto the floor.
Both Charlee and her man slowly came back down from the high of their orgasms. Charlee adjusted her dress and finger-combed her hair. Her man tucked his half-hard cock back into his pants and zipped them up. The stranger looked at them, took his wife by the hand, and said, “Thank you.” Then the two of them walked away, never to be seen again.
