FACADE 2

The scene outside Club Facade near closing time was unlike any other. Girls stumbled out in groups, holding each other’s hair back as they puked on the sidewalk. They wandered about barefoot, holding their heels in their hands, trying to find their phones. Others struggled deciding if they would let the guy they drove crazy for the last few hours on the dance floor have their number.

You landed against a car parked in front of the entrance. I fell into you, using my thigh to hide all the creamy streaks I’d left on your pants. We were wet with sweat, the music still thundering from inside. More and more club-goers spilled out onto the sidewalk behind us. No one wanted to let go of the night, and soon it was a booming orgy of thirsty men and hungry women.

I felt it too. The amount of vodka I drank inside that club wasn’t an excuse. It was a mandate, and the feverish feeling of fucking lingered. Besides, you made me cum first. I came hard too. Fuck. I juiced myself right on your leg. I got shivers just thinking about it.

I leaned in close, pressing my full body against yours as I whispered: Pull your dick out of your pants for me. That cock of yours was too big to just be hanging out, but after a second thought you gave in, and there it was.

My tongue licked out at the sight of it.

What a beautiful penis.

I had the immediate urge to turn around, spread my ass cheeks wide open, and sink down on it. Sure, there was no way your heavy shaft would fit in my tight little cunt, but fuck… I would probably cum again just trying to push it in.

I wanted you to stuff me up, but I had to keep you against my stomach, so no one could see. I leaned a little forward, and I let spit drop from my luscious lips. It splashed all over the plump head. I spit on it again, and it dripped down the shaft to your buttery balls.

The eyes of the girl standing next to me grew wide as baseballs. But her girlfriend quickly called her, so she ran off. You looked over my shoulders, checking to see if the coast was clear, before wrapping your right hand around your fuck stick. Your spit-covered dick slid through your hand with ease. It was so fucking hot.

A moment later three girls in miniskirts leaned against the car, to your left. You looked at me nervous, but I didn’t give a fuck. Jack that wet dick for me.

You watched out the corner of your eye as the blonde girl lifted her dress to fix her g-string, her pert titties and pierced button nipples spilling out the front. Her friend tugged her dress back down laughing. We were all so drunk.

I knew they wouldn’t care so I looked down at your shaft, and this time I let the spit fall slowly from my lips as you stroked your cock.

The girl in the yellow dress gasped, “Oh fuck. Get a fucking room you two.”

I leaned in, hiding you while laughing with her. When she looked away I began humping you softly, pressing my crotch and thigh into your balls as you stroked.

The girls were caught up in their phones, so I took the opportunity to lift the front of my dress and slip your fat dick in between my thighs. You moaned as I danced seductively with your cock between my legs, sliding it against my gooey pussy lips. You were so long, you poked the back of my dress out every time you slid through.

By then you had been hard for me, for hours. I knew the cumshot building up in your healthy balls was going to be wild and so juicy. You couldn’t nut on my face and in my mouth because of where we were. So why don’t you stand right there, and shoot that warm cummy load all over my pretty bald pussy.