All of the way home, and the next few days, I kept thinking about the fact that we were actually going to do this. It wasn’t entirely a surprise. We’d been propositioned before by another gal she worked with who wanted a foursome with her boyfriend. But when relaying that Destiny had thrown it out there to her that night, it sparked an interesting conversation.
*Four months earlier…*
“I mean, would you really want to go there?” I asked.
“What? Fucking Destiny? No, not really. She doesn’t do much for me. Why, are you into her?”
We were sitting on the couch unwinding on a Sunday night. It’d been a brutal week for both school and work, and it was nice to have a quiet evening at home.
“Not especially. She’s okay, but doesn’t really turn me on. Kind of trashy, I think.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. I know big fake boobs and overly tanned doesn’t do much for you. Plus I think her man is kind of gross. But swinging in general? Maybe.”
“Really?” I replied, interested.
“Yeah. I really enjoy watching people fuck,” she continued. “And I think it’d be a lot of fun to watch you with another woman.”
I knew from formerly having some fun with her in close proximity to Melinda and her then boyfriend on a camping trip that she really was quite a voyeur. But this was a new revelation.
“What turns you on about it?” I asked.
“Well,” she began, coming over to me and kissing me with some heat before pulling her lips just inches away from my mouth, her tongue lingering, “Everything.”
She trailed her fingers down my chest, lightly playing over my thin tee shirt. “Seeing you kiss another woman was hot. I felt myself getting a tiny bit wet just watching it.”
Her fingers began trailing downward as she kissed me again, running over my stomach. “I think about watching it go further,” she husked, as she began undoing my belt and pulling open my pants. She traced the outline of my rapidly stiffening member in my boxers with one of her fingernails gently. “I wonder what it’d be like to see another woman pull out your cock and start sucking on it.” I felt her cool, small hand snake under my shorts, grabbing me and beginning to pump my length. With her other hand, she began to pull at my pants and underwear, and I took the hint, lifting my hips so she could pull them down. She slightly surprised me by pulling them completely off my legs, then pushing my knees apart as she quickly positioned herself between my thighs and engulfed half of my cock, bobbing up and down rapidly as she sucked in her cheeks.
She pulled off and resumed jacking me. “I want to make eye contact with her while she’s got this thick piece of meat in her throat. To see her react when you unload a big thick load in her mouth and she has to work hard to swallow it. Then you can go down on her, and tease open her pussy as you work that magic tongue around and on her clit. I want to see her reacting as you eat her hard the way you do me, watch her eyes roll back in her head as you really go to town on that pussy.”
“Oh my god…” I let out as she sucked me into her mouth again.
She smiled up at me, pausing only briefly to pull off, whipping her shirt and her bra off at near light speed. I reached out my hand to help her up, presuming she would take off her pants and we’d fuck, but she just shook her head.
“Nuh-uh. This one is all for you, baby.”
I nodded my assent and reclined back. She smiled a wicked little grin, then stood up and quickly dashed into the bedroom. She was back in front of me within 20 seconds, grinning as she held up a bottle of lube, opening the top and smearing it on her tits, then stroking my prick several times to get it thoroughly covered. She grinned up at me as she wrapped her big firm breasts around my length. She knew a titfuck was one of my favorites, even though I rarely asked for it because I enjoyed cumming with her and inside her more. She started moving up and down a bit, encouraging me to move my hips and help her out with the motion.
“I want to sneak in a quick kiss after you’ve eaten her out, so I can taste her pussy on your lips, and then I want to see you put that big hard cock into her. I want to hear her inhale the way I always do when that thick piece of man meat spreads her open, and I want to listen to her moan as you work her open and begin to pound into her cunt. I want to see you move her around, bend her over, and fuck her senseless.”
My temperature was rising quickly. Thinking about this scenario was so hot, and Jolie knew me well enough to push my buttons perfectly.
“I’ll be fucking another man but I’ll be looking at you constantly. It’ll be watching your ass flex as you drive deep into her, listening to your hips smack against each other as you get her to cum on your cock over and over again. Listening to her scream and groan in the most sexy ways…”
She was doing exactly what she was attempting to, working me up into a frenzy. I was approaching the edge as I fucked her tits with vigor, while her eyes flashed during her string of talk.
“The best though, will be the expression on your face when you lose it and cum in her. I’m dying to see you unload deep inside of her. To hear you groan that release as you blast over and over again, the thrill of a new pussy and a new partner making it that much more intense of a fuck and cum!”
That did it, as I tipped over the edge, my balls contracting powerfully as I shot hard. And I mean hard. I usually shot powerfully, but my first shot arced up, clear over her head, landing partially on her ass and partially on the tile. The second hit her nose, and a third, larger shot hit her on the left side of her upper lip and mouth. I kept cumming like a geyser, with my fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh shots arcing up to land back on her neck and chest. Jolie laughed in delight as I groaned several more times, finally slowing down as my spend slowed to something with almost no force. She let go of her breasts, reaching out and stroking my cock a couple of more times to get the rest of it out. I shuddered in sensitivity, and she smiled her evil little grin.
“Wow baby, I guess you liked that little fantasy.”
All I could do was nod my assent and make some general noises approximating approving words.
She used her finger to scrape some of the cum off her face, nonchalantly popping it into her mouth. She liked tasting and swallowing me generally, but her mouth and jaw was too small to accommodate my girth. She grabbed my tee and used it to clean her chest and neck off, giggling. “I guess I have to find a way to make this happen now.”
Of course, I told her repeatedly that while I thought it was fun to think about, I was content with it just being a fantasy. She told me to relax and lighten up, and we ended up cuddling in bed before dropping off to sleep.
*January of 1997*
I went into Rumors that Saturday night at about 1:30 am. She didn’t like to drive herself home on weekend nights, due to the fact that a couple of guys had tried several times to follow her and a couple of other dancers home. Plus, she occasionally had a couple of drinks those nights and didn’t feel comfortable putting herself on the road when the cops were patrolling for anyone impaired, as she was a total lightweight.
I went up to the DJ booth and fist bumped Casey, intending on bullshitting with him for a bit. We usually played disc golf once a month with a group, and both liked similar movies, so we had good conversations for the most part, even though we weren’t necessarily tight. We chatted for a couple moments, and he politely told me that it was a crazy night, my wife had been busy as could be giving private dances with a couple of guys from a bachelor party for the last couple hours, and that I should probably grab a drink at the bar and relax. He was keeping an eye on things and couldn’t chat as much as normal because there had been one near fight, in addition to some drama they were keeping an eye on with a girlfriend of a guy who came in regularly, but she was a bit drunk and had almost had a verbal spat with one of the dancers. I shrugged and wished him luck, and he smiled and rolled his eyes, promising to catch up later.
I sat down at the edge of the bar and flagged down Debbie, ordering a weak whiskey and coke–I always had to do it that way, or she would try to “hook me up” and get me drunk off one drink because she thought it was professional courtesy or something stupid. When she put it in front of me, I handed her a twenty, and she broke it and gave me back ones. Noticing she “undercharged” me for premium liquor, I shook my head and tipped her a fiver, then turned around as Casey bellowed out in the trademark strip bar DJ bellow that “Candace” was up on the stage next.
Corrine walked up the steps, wearing a tight red and black number that made you wonder how she could breathe in it. Stone Temple Pilots crashed hard through the speakers as she worked around the pole at the far end of the stage, playing for a few seconds each to the men there as she peeled the top of her dress down. The girl who had apparently been a problem before seemed to like her, as she came up and stood next to the rail, and Corrine played it up, leaning over and getting right in her face, dragging her hair down over the top of her skull and her shoulders, then lowering herself down and dragging her fingernail over the waist of her jeans a bit as she looked up in her eyes. The woman whooped as she threw a big handful of singles on her stage, and Corrine stood up, blowing a kiss subtly at her while she winked, then turned around and gave the other side of the stage a bit of attention.
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