Shape

Watching Porn with a Stranger

Kristen always made a point to find a local strip club when she was traveling for business – it helped her blow off a little steam after all of those stuffy meetings, and the women always seemed to perk up a little bit more when it was her flashing the cash, as opposed to the same men they saw over and over every other night.  Maybe it was because she always tried to make sure they knew how much she appreciated them and their work; and appreciate them she did.  It wasn’t even that she was a lesbian, really (even though she’d dabbled here and there, and those memories were never far from her mind when she’d find herself alone, slipping a few fingers inside the lace-trimmed elastic of her panties).  There was just something incredibly arousing about watching a confident, powerful woman completely disregard stigma and shame and judgement, wholly embrace her body and her sexuality, and get paid to do it.  Maybe deep down she wished she had the nerve to do it too, but she never really let herself explore that idea; she was just fine living vicariously through these other very naked women.  And since she traveled for business quite frequently, she learned that it was always a gamble as to what sort of place she was going to be walking into.  Sometimes the cheapest looking bars had the happiest, most enthusiastic performers, and sometimes the most elaborate, ornate, well-appointed establishments were run by the worst types of men.  But even so, she felt like she’d gotten pretty good at reading the energy of these places and knowing what she was walking into.

But Kristen had no idea what was in store for her when she walked through the front door of Velvet Mary’s.

Right off the bat though she liked what she saw – a slender blonde with freckles and bright blue eyes was deliciously filling out a very small purple satin thong as she thrust her barely covered vulva toward a very eager younger man who, from the way he positioned himself against the edge of the stage and very tightly held onto his stack of money, was obviously a first-timer.  As she threw her head back and pushed her chest forward, the silver rods through her nipples reflected the stage lights as her sculpted hips and perfectly tanned breasts bounced in rhythm with the hair metal song that played over the loudspeaker.  Kristen was sure she’d seen a scene exactly like this in the video for one of those songs at some point on MTV; she was also certain she’d masturbated to it on more than one occasion.  But while she crossed the floor and watched Molly (that was the name she’d given to the woman on stage) writhe around while her very aroused fan sat wide-eyed and eager to give up every bit of his money, someone else was watching Kristen.  And as she took her seat at a table close to the stage, that someone decided to make his move.

“Hey there, I’m Marc.”  Kristen looked up and was struck by one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen.  “So what can I get you?”  She looked down at his apron, his pad and pen, then looked back up at his face and smiled.

10 minutes later she was in the passenger seat of Marc’s car, her heels off, her legs spread, her skirt up around her hips, and Marc’s hand pressing against the wet gusset of her lace panties.  She was surprised at how well he was able to drive while expertly massaging her clitoris through the fabric.  She rolled the window down so the cool air could blow through her hair while wave after wave of electricity rolled through her body, and she wondered just how many of the women at the bar he’d been with.

20 minutes (and one orgasm) later, they found themselves in a private screening room at a local porn theater.  On the screen was a young woman who had her knees up next to her ears while her partner’s very hard, very veiny cock pistoned in and out of her well-lubricated asshole.  Kristen half-watched the scene from a chair in the middle of the room while Marc positioned himself on his knees in between her legs.  Her pencil skirt and tailored blouse on the floor next to them, she looked down at him, feeling like she could orgasm simply from the way his eyes were devouring her lingerie-clad body.  His hands ran up her thighs and over the curve of her ass until they found the waistband of her panties.  He wrapped his fingers around the lace trim and pulled, while Kristen lifted her hips.  As her panties rolled down around her legs, the smell of her sex filled the room.  Marc placed the wet fabric to his face and inhaled deeply, her scent making his already huge erection even bigger.  Intoxicated by the aroma, he put his hands under her knees and pushed upward, draping her legs over the arms of the chair, exposing her glistening, wet cunt.  The sounds of the woman in the video getting fucked in the ass bounced off the walls as he placed his mouth on her soft, supple mound, his tongue snaking its way inside of her, then running up in between her lips all the way to her engorged clitoris.  He traced a circle around it with his tongue before he ran that tongue back down into her, fucking her with it, and lightly sucking her clit at the same time.  All the while the thin, well-manicured bush she maintained was gently tickling his lips.

Kristen responded by pressing her crotch into his face and massaging her bra-clad breasts, her nipples erect enough to be pinched and pulled through the black lace, the fabric and padding softening the feeling just enough so that it blended in with every other sensation she was feeling.  Meanwhile, Marc was carefully eating her out with the deliberation of a man who knew how to make a woman cum with nothing but his tongue.  And he could have done just that, but the cherry on top was when he asked her “Is this okay?” as he used the tip of his finger to massage the outer rim of her tight asshole.  She gasped an enthusiastic “YES” as he slid that finger into her, lubricated by her own flooded pussy.  Kristen’s breath caught in her chest as she felt her ass open to accept Marc’s strong digit, and just as she got used to feeling it nestled deeply insider of her, he slowly pulled it back out.  Soon he had a rhythm going – he’d suck her clit while he pushed his finger inside of her, and then tongue her pussy as he pulled it out.  It was gentle but firm, slow but deliberate, and Kristen changed her breathing to match.  She remembered the video that was playing and focused in on it, the woman on screen now on all fours, fingering her clit as her partner worked his huge cock in and out of her ass.  Again, Kristen appreciated the work on display, and secretly wished there was a camera recording her now.

It was that thought that sent the final wave of electricity through her body and caused her to cum.  Her pussy contracted against the touch of his tongue, her ass clamped around his finger, her entire body convulsing in ecstasy.  She wasn’t a squirter but she got closer than she’d ever been before, her pussy literally gushing thick, creamy juices.  As she struggled to catch her breath she managed to say two words.

“Fuck me.”

Marc stood up from his place between her legs and Kristen watched as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and let them fall to the floor.  His huge erection pressed forcefully against the tight black fabric of his boxer briefs, and he made a show about sliding his hand into his waistband and lightly stroking his rock-hard cock.  Kristen’s eyes lit up as she saw the pre-cum pooling in the fabric of his underwear and all she could think about was having him inside of her.  As he pulled his underwear down and set his solid 7 inches free she audibly gasped.  As he stepped out of his clothing she decided to change things up and turned over so that her knees were planted firmly on the chair cushion and her ass was pointed directly in Marc’s position, the shiny aftermath of her most recent orgasm inviting him in.  As he grabbed her hips and mounted her from behind she focused in on the video again, the young woman on screen lying on her back, rubbing her clit as her pussy was solidly fucked, urging her partner to cum inside of her.  She felt the head of Marc’s cock push past her g-spot, almost all the way to her cervix, her vagina opening up to allow every bit of it in.  She was already so wet and sensitive from the two orgasms she’d already had that every thrust was enough to temporarily cloud her vision.  Her sex hummed as he fucked her, first as slowly and deliberately as he’d feasted on her, but soon his thrusts picked up the pace and eventually she could feel his balls slapping against her clit.  His large, strong hands groped and gripped her ass he completely filled her up, and as she found his rhythm she pushed her hips back against him, squeezing and flexing her pelvic muscles to make sure he felt every sensation just as strongly as she did.  And it worked; before too long the grip on her ass became much stronger and Marc’s breath quickened as the thrusts inside of her became stronger and more forceful.

“Cum inside me” she gasped, her heart rate rising to match the tempo of their sex.  “I want to feel it.”  She gripped the back of the chair and squeezed her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could, gripping Marc’s cock with them as she felt him tremble against and inside of her.  And with one final thrust he grabbed her waist and pulled her against him as hard as he could, his cock exploding, filling her up with one of the biggest orgasms he’d ever had.  Kristen moaned as she felt his cock flex and then unload inside the deepest parts of her.  As he was cumming she pulsed her vaginal muscles, determined to squeeze every single drop out of his body and into hers.  Soon their orgasmic moans turned into deep, satisfied breathing.  Neither of them said anything for a few minutes, and Kristen realized their climax had happened almost simultaneously with the couple’s in the video.  And as she thought about the woman on screen full of her partner’s cum – the both of them spent and satisfied – she imagined herself on that screen, another young couple watching her as they fucked each other; the idea made her smile.  She felt Marc’s cum start to slowly make its exit, so she reached down to try and stop it, not ready for that sensation of it inside her to end.  As Marc watched her gently finger his semen back into her vagina, he got an idea.  He looked around the room until he found them – her still-soaked black lace panties.

“These might help,” he said as he untangled them and slid them back up her thighs and into place.  Kristen let her pussy relax and felt the cum drip out of her and into the crotch of her panties. And as they both got dressed she felt it spread from her clit down to her still tingling asshole.  Within the next thirty minutes they were pulling back into the parking lot of Velvet Mary’s, which was still open and had a decent little crowd.  Marc kissed her, his mouth and tongue still tasted like her orgasm.  She got out of his car and told him that she’d give him a call if she was ever back in town, and as he drove away she turned toward the front door of the bar, the aftermath of their affair still fresh in her crotch.

She wondered if Molly was still working.