3 comments/ 16191 views/ 3 favorites A Random Encounter By: JJSMD1 Marshall was not ugly, exactly. And he was not fat. Well, not terribly fat. Marshall was very average. Five feet, ten inches tall. An average body; a little muscle, a little excess pudge. Average brown hair. An average-looking, slightly chubby face. At 35, Marshall had long-ago come to terms with the fact that he was... well... average. After all, aren't most people, by definition, average? So, how could it be possible that this extremely ordinary, approaching-middle aged man could find himself being led by a gorgeous, twenty-something redhead toward a bathroom blow job in "Butch's Bar and Grill?" Moments ago he'd been standing alone in sullen silence. His eyes had been scanning the room as he miserably wondered why he seemed to be invisible to every woman there. Then, without warning, this girl appeared in front of him with her mind-blowing question. Marshall had cocked his head and looked closer at the girl before him; taken aback by the words that had just come from her full, pouty lips. He stood transfixed by the piercing gaze of her bright green eyes as he stammered in response. "Um... uh... Excuse me?" The corners of her mouth turned upward in pleasure at his obvious discomfort. She leaned closer and lightly grasped his arm, the swell of her breasts just barely rubbing against his chest. "I said, I'd like to take you into the bathroom and suck your cock." The subtle musk of her perfume enveloped Marshall's head as she leaned into him. The touch of her fingers, the nearness of her body and the maddening, fleeting contact with her breasts brought an instant intoxication far superior to that from the six Jack and Cokes he'd consumed during the evening. He tore his eyes from hers in order to look wildly around the bar, sure he would see one of his friends pointing and laughing from across the room. It had to be a joke! Didn't it? His tongue felt huge in his suddenly-dry mouth as he tried desperately to speak without sounding like a fool. "Do I know you?," he asked. Her smile widened as she pressed even closer. She didn't have to be that close did she; this girl with hypnotic green eyes and long auburn hair? The bar was pretty crowded, but seconds ago he'd been standing alone making no human contact of any kind. "Does it matter?," she asked, as her hand trailed down his forearm and her fingers twined with his. She turned up the power on her already radiant smile and began to move; gently leading him through the crowd and toward the back of the bar. No, it really doesn't matter at all, he thought. All that matters is not letting go of her incredibly soft hand and maybe losing her to one of the usual loud-mouthed meatheads watching her go by. Their eyes devoured her as she passed, as hungrily as his own began to do. Her hair hung down just past her shoulders. Her bare, lightly-tanned shoulders that he so desperately wanted to run his hands over. He imagined tracing the spaghetti straps of her black top to the gentle folds of its scoop back. Dropping his gaze, he drank in the sight of her tight, round ass behind the taut fabric of an insanely brief black mini-skirt. Long, long, long... God, he thought, do these legs ever end? Dancer's legs. Long and muscular. Legs a man could build a religion around. Legs encased in sheer, black stockings and ending in a pair of black stiletto heels. He shook his head and blinked repeatedly as his eyes did the journey in reverse. Yes, he confirmed, she was still there and she was still stunningly beautiful. Halfway across the floor now and she turned to smile at him over her shoulder. Perfect white teeth flashed from behind those amazing, voluptuous lips. He followed meekly behind her, mind reeling at the improbable situation in which he found himself. Who is this girl? She can't really want to do that can she? Why me? Mentally, Marshall hit himself in the head with a two-by-four; thus ending the useless speculation of his ever-unhelpful brain. It doesn't matter why this is happening, he thought; just focus on not fucking it up. Don't fuck it up. Don't fuck it up. As this mantra reverberated through his mind, his mysterious companion made her way to a hallway in the back of the room and passed under the sign promising "Restrooms" beyond. She stopped at the first door, marked "Men," and pulled it ajar. She quickly put her head to the opening and called out, "Anyone in here?" A slurred, indecipherable bellow indicated that yes, there was someone occupying the men's room. Undaunted, she let the door swing shut and made her way to the next one, marked "Ladies." Not bothering to check this time, she opened the door and pulled Marshall inside behind her. He pulled his hand from the girl's and stopped abruptly; his face instantly reddening as he caught sight of the woman staring at them from across the bathroom. As she straightened from leaning over a sink and opened her mouth to speak, Marshall's companion was already breezing past her with a finger pressed to her lips. Marshall froze. The woman at the sink was clearly shocked. She looked at the redhead who was just entering the stall farthest from the entrance. She looked at Marshall who was studiously examining his shoes with his hands shoved into his jeans pockets. The red head turned at the stall's door and hooked a finger at Marshall. "Bring me that cock, stud," she said while grinning wickedly. The woman at the sink stiffened, her eyes growing incredibly wide. With a look of utter disdain, she shoved past Marshall and left the room as quickly as she could. The redhead giggled. "Lock the door," she said, "in case the prude rats us out." Marshall stared at her blankly for a moment. Thoughts of arrest and public humiliation ran through his head. Then, he dropped his gaze from her smiling face to the delightful swell of her chest. Her top plunged in the front as well as in the back, revealing her deep cleavage and the tops of her seemingly-perfect breasts. The last thread of rational thought quickly gave up at the sight. He spun on his heel and turned the deadbolt, testing the lock with a hard shove on the door. Satisfied, he half-ran the four steps across the room and followed her into the stall. She stood facing him as he, once again, lost his momentum. While his back was turned, she had taken off her top and draped it over the side of the stall. She stood with her hands on her hips and grinned as his eyes locked on her chest. Her full, firm breasts were unencumbered by a bra; their youthful buoyancy still more than a match for gravity. They looked to Marshall to be about a c-cup; big, but not too big. Each milky white globe was topped by a perfectly round aureole and hard nub of a nipple. He struggled to find words to express how he was feeling. Poetic words that would celebrate her incredible beauty and convey his deep gratitude for her attention. What he said was, "Holy shit." She giggled again as she reached for him. "Quite the charmer," she said as she took him by the belt and pulled him to her. He blushed again, then marveled at his ability to do so since it seemed like every drop of blood in his body was currently racing to his groin. He gave her a little shrug and an embarrassed grin. "I have no idea what's happening here," he said. She tilted her head toward him, her eyes just slightly lower than his. Again, her scent washed over him as she leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips across his. As she broke the kiss, he felt the tip of her tongue on the corner of his mouth. At the same time, her hands began to tug at his belt, pulling it open. "I'm getting ready to suck your cock. That's what's happening." She grasped the front of his jeans and pulled, deftly popping open the button fly. She pressed against him and nuzzled his neck as one hand touched his belly, then slid down inside his boxer-briefs. Her cool fingers found his hardness and quickly wrapped around it. She licked her way up his neck as she slowly began to stroke up and down his shaft. Marshall closed his eyes and slumped against the side of the stall, no longer trusting his legs to hold him up. He turned to kiss her, but she was gone. He felt her cheek moving down his chest as she sank to her knees. She pulled away a little as she knelt, and, in one motion, tugged his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. His ridiculously hard cock bobbed in front of her face and he held his breath in anticipation. Only two women had ever seen him before, his high school girlfriend, Emily, and his ex-wife, Rachel. Both women had been virgins before dating him, so neither had been qualified to rate the size of his equipment. Having only porno actors to compare himself with, Marshall had always suffered from fears of inadequacy. So, he was greatly reassured to her the girl's quick intake of breath followed by a soft purring. "Mmmmmm... Nice." He groaned aloud as he felt her warm breath, followed by the first touch of her tongue. She started at his base and slowly, languidly licked up the shaft to the underside of the head. There, she paused, repeatedly flicking the tip of her tongue against that softest of skin. Moving as little as possible, he swung the stall door closed behind him, knowing he was going to need its support behind his back. Back down the shaft she licked, then lapped gently at his sack. Her left hand held him against his belly as she leaned in to lick further. He widened his stance to accommodate her and strangled a cry when she reached the tender skin beneath his scrotum. Marshall had never really known that spot existed; let alone had a beautiful woman explore it with her tongue. His breath began to come in gasps as he sagged against the stall door and closed his eyes. "Oh my god," he mumbled. The girl looked up at him with her huge green eyes, watching the pleasure evident on his face and, clearly, getting off on her power over him. Her right hand encircled his shaft as the left made it's way between her legs and began a gentle, circular rubbing over her mound. Slowly, she licked her way back up over his scrotum and up the length of him. Her lips formed a perfect circle as she engulfed the head of his cock and plunged even lower. Marshall groaned out loud and looked down to watch her take him all inside her warm, wet mouth. Her eyes locked with his as her nose met his pubic hair and pushed against his belly. Neither of his previous lovers had enjoyed oral sex, and he had never before had the experience of feeling the head of his cock pushing against the back of a woman's throat. It felt like heaven. She slowly pulled back, her hand stroking upward to cover every inch revealed by her mouth's retreat. Then, she moved forward once more, twisting her fist around his shaft as she swallowed him anew. Back and forth she went, her head bobbing and her hand stroking up and down with it. The fingers of her other hand slipped inside her moist sex as she worked his cock faster and faster. After only a minute of this unbelievable attention, Marshall knew he would not be able to control his passion. His hips jerked back and forth as though the sensations she gave him were an electric current. He buried his hands in her hair and threw his head back, grunting every time her lips sank back down his shaft. "I'm going to cum," he gasped just seconds later. "I'm going to cum." The girl only increased her pace, her head and her hand flying back and forth to urge him on. A strangled cry escaped from his mouth as his whole body spasmed. Rope after rope of his come exploded from his cock and coated her throat. He fell back again, panting and moaning as his mind over-loaded with pleasure. The girl gulped down his load, then pulled away. She backed up a step and dropped onto the closed lid of the toilet. She quickly hiked her skirt up above her hips, exposing her completely shaven pussy. She sank three fingers inside her wetness as her other hand cupped a breast and frantically pulled on the nipple. Marshall stood, mesmerized, and watched her. His mind reeled at the beauty of the scene before him. She plunged her fingers inside herself again and again, while her thumb brushed repeatedly across the hard nub of her clit. Her eyes closed and her breath came in gasps as she lost herself in her pleasure. Her gasps quickly turned to intense little moans as her heart began to pound. Her face and neck turned bright red with the hot blood coursing through her. Her fingers pulled sharply at her nipples, mixing jolts of pain with the heat of her pleasure. Both hands moved faster and faster until she threw her head back and nearly howled with the fiery blast of her orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." was her mantra as her entire body quivered with ectasy. At last, she let out a deep sigh and her hands became still. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Marshall. She giggled at the sight of him standing over her. His pants down around his ankles, a long drip of cum hanging from the end of his semi-hard cock. She smoothed down her skirt as she stood up. "You can put him away now, sweetie." He flushed with embarrassment and quickly bent to pull up his pants and shorts. He fumbled with his belt as she reached around him and opened the stall door. Shuffle-stepping backward, Marshall watched as she retrieved her top and slid it down over her head. He tucked his shirt back into his pants, then stood mutely as she walked to the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair. His brain was quickly starting to shut down in post-orgasmic lethargy; but he desperately fought back against it. He had to speak. Had to see her again. Had to have these unbelievable sensations again! "Um... Wow! That, uh..." She turned to him with a smile, crossing the room in two long strides of her magnificent legs. "Uh, uh," she said as she placed a finger against his lips. "No names. No numbers. No second acts. We both got off and now we go our separate ways." "No!" his mind rebelled. "Talk! Convince her! We need that to happen again! Do something!" But his body betrayed his. He remained silent and merely nodded. She stretched up on her toes to brush a gentle kiss across his lips, then made her way to the door, opened it and walked out. By the time Marshall pulled himself together enough to follow her, she had disappeared into the crowd of the bar. Dumbstruck, but happy, he sought out his friends to tell them the greatest story of his life. A Random Encounter? Charlie had been working like a fiend for the past three months, trying to bring in 3 new projects and listening to his staff bitch and whine like a kindergarten class waiting for Christmas break. He wasn't sleeping well, losing his temper all the time and knew he needed to blow off some steam. So he decided to stop off for a couple of drinks before heading home to keep on working. He knew he was working too much, with little time for his personal life, but these things went in cycles and he knew that when these projects were complete he was in for a couple of months of down time. Still, he had to finish, and the Rock Bottom was just down the street. He walked to the bar, and ordered a bourbon and water. He drank that one quickly, and asked for another. As he waited for the second drink he looked around the club. It had been a very long time since he'd been out by himself, but not much had changed. A bunch of people eating and drinking, talking too loud, trying to impress each other. Looking over the crowd his eyes were suddenly drawn to the voluptuous redhead sitting a few seats down the bar. He thought she looked familiar, but couldn't place her. Picking up his drink he moved down the bar to see who it was. As Charlie slid onto a stool next to her Donna was starting to wonder what she was doing here. It had been years since she'd been to a bar, and if she wasn't dedicated to trying out new things she wouldn't be in this one. It was slightly embarrassing to be here by herself, but the two fuzzy navels were helping to relax her a little bit. She heard the stool next to her scrape across the floor and turned to see who was going to bother her now. As she turned her head to look at him Charlie was struck speechless. Fiery blue eyes, pouty, sensuous, glistening lips and cute, upturned nose, all framed by flaming red hair, simply the most stunning face he'd ever seen. His drink was stopped halfway to his mouth, and he knew he must look like a complete idiot, mouth hanging open, staring at this woman, but he couldn't help himself. How long he stared he couldn't know and didn't care, he was drowning in those eyes, lost in the aura of sensuality that surrounded her. He must have stared too long because Donna was thinking "God, what a complete jerk!", and spun away from him, dismissing him from her thoughts and getting ready to leave. She picked up her purse and grabbed her jacket, turning to leave when Charlie finally gathered himself enough to speak. "Excuse me," he stammered, "Idon'tusuallydothis, infactIdon'tevengetout much, andI'msorryifthissoundslikealine, butIswearit'snot, youaresimplythemostbeautifulwoman I'veeverseen, andifIdon'tatleasttryandtalktoyouIwon'tsleepforaweek". It all seemed to just fall out of his mouth at once, and now it was Donna's turn to stare as she tried to figure out what it was he just said. Before any of it made sense she could see his embarrassment as he blushed a deep red, but still he stared. As she looked Donna was struck by something she couldn't put her finger on. Was it his brown eyes, broad shoulders, or just the fact that he was so obviously bad at talking to women that she was intrigued? She also noted that her panties had become uncomfortably damp in the last few minutes. So she sat back down and watched him smile, but his eyes never left hers,and he noted that hers never left his. Neither one of them was good at small talk, but they did manage to learn each others' names. Charlie suggested they move to a booth, and after finding one Donna made a quick stop in the ladies room to freshen up. When she returned to the booth and slid in next to him, their eyes quickly sought each other again. This time instead of speaking, Charlie leaned in to kiss her, betting everything on this one shot. Caressing her lips with his, massaging the liquor from them, he waited for her to pull back and storm off. Instead her mouth yielded to his, lips parting to admit his tongue and then greedily sucking it in. The bourbon tingled slightly, the taste of it mingling with her schnapps. Then she felt him suck her tongue and lips into his mouth and he chewed them lightly as his hand move to her thigh. Breaking the kiss briefly to look around, noticing the booth was in dark part of the bar and not really caring anyway, Donna pulled his head to hers and opened her mouth to invite his kiss. When her hand dropped to his leg to squeeze his thigh Charlie nearly jumped up out of the booth in surprise. Instead he began to massage her leg under her skirt, slowly moving his hand up higher and higher under the table. When she didn't protest he kept on going and was shocked to find she had no panties on. She must have removed them when she went to the ladies room. Pulling his head back to look at her he could see the evil grin on her face and the pleasure she was taking from his shock and surprise. To answer her smirk Charlie drove two fingers deep into her wet pussy and watched her face flush with sudden pleasure. But Donna gave as good as she got, grabbing his growing hard on through his pants and squeezing it with a rhythm that would quickly cause problems if she didn't stop soon. "There's a Ramada just down the street" Charlie managed to choke out, trying hard not to let the sensations in his balls get the best of him. Donna just looked at him and said "Okay". With no more conversation they left the bar to walk the two blocks down to the hotel. Once outside the club Charlie led them down a back alley between two office buildings, knowing the shortcut would get them there faster. Instead, halfway down the alley he stopped, pushed Donna up against the wall, fell to his knees between her legs, and buried his face in her sopping pussy. The cold air, quickly replaced by Charlie's hot mouth sent a shock through her entire body, and she thrilled to the possibility of being caught. But instead of stopping him Donna leaned back against the wall, threw one leg over Charlie's shoulder, and ground her mound into his face while pulling the back of his head hard into her gyrating cunt. Charlie ran his tongue the entire length of her slit, from clit to asshole. He sucked her clit between his lips and drummed on it with his tongue. He could feel each wave of pleasure surge through her every time he flicked that magic button. He sucked her swollen pussy lips into his mouth and traced their outline while grasping them lightly with his teeth before letting them pull back out. He drove his hot probing tongue against her puckered asshole, causing a small scream to escape Donna's throat. He drank the juice that ran from her pussy and sank his tongue as deeply as he could into her, fucking her with it. Donna thrust herself against his face, the alternating cold of the air and the heat of his mouth assaulting her pussy with overwhelming pleasure. Between the action of Charlie's eating her out and the thrill of being in public, Donna reached her limit quickly. She grabbed his head and jammed it against her mound. Charlie drove his tongue as deep as he could then moved up, sucked her clit into his mouth, and using lips, tongue, and teeth drove her over the edge. He couldn't breathe as she clasped his head to her crotch, her hips rolling to mash her overheated pussy into his face. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, and floods of cum ran from her box over Charlie's lips and chin. He continued to massage her lips and clit, even as he felt the spasms beginning to subside. With another couple of licks Charlie made sure he cleaned up every drop of cum from her pussy. By now Donna had relaxed against the wall and Charlie stood up to kiss her. She greedily sucked the pussy juice from his lips and licked it from his chin. She was turned on by tasting herself on his mouth. Her tongue probed his mouth to get every last taste she could and just before she broke the kiss she reached down to grab his straining cock through his pants. Charlie was eager now to get to the hotel and sink his rod deep into her. Donna had other ideas though. She was excited about the possibility of being seen from one of the office buildings, in fact she secretly hoped someone did see. She unzipped Charlie's pants and freed his throbbing cock. Not letting the cold air hit it she engulfed the entire shaft in one gulp. He felt it slam into the back of her throat and his knees buckled. If he hadn't been leaning against the building he'd probably have fallen over. He kept looking around to make sure they weren't seen, but as Donna drove the tip of her tongue into the slit of his dick he suddenly didn't care anymore. All he could think of was the sensations her mouth was creating on his cock. She sucked on the shaft, scraped the head with her teeth, and circled the head with her lips and tongue. He tangled his hands into her hair and pulled her to him, driving to the back of her throat. They both moaned when he hit bottom, and he could feel her throat close around him. The heat of her mouth was unbearable and she sucked in her cheeks to completely enfold his straining cock in her hot, soft, wet, and hungry mouth. Charlie began thrusting into her throat, shuddering as he felt the length of his rod sliding over her lips and tongue. Then she grabbed the shaft with her hand, sucked the head into her mouth, and began pumping for all she was worth. Every inch of his dick was buried in her, and she was merciless in trying to make him shoot off. Her head was flying up and down, and her hand squeezed tighter and tighter. Every once in a while she'd move her hand and drive the length of his cock deep into her throat. Every time he hit bottom Charlie groaned in intense pleasure and he began to beg for release. Donna continued her incredible attack and he knew it was almost over. Grabbing her head he was literally fucking her mouth and Donna was more than keeping up. Her head and hand worked in perfect synchronization, urging him towards orgasm. Suddenly every muscle in Charlie's body tensed, his balls pulled up tight, and he thrust his cock as deep into Donna's mouth as he could. Cum erupted out of him and down her throat, she swallowed quickly to keep up. Still her hand pumped his rod and another jet of cum splattered on her tongue. A third spasm sent one more shot of white hot liquid into her mouth, and his orgasm began to subside. Not wanting to make a mess, Donna continued to milk his balls and lap up one or two more drops of his cum. She kept sucking his cock as it started to shrink, each lick causing him to shudder in pleasure. When his hard on was completely gone she tucked it back into his pants and then stood to gently kiss his mouth. The faint taste of his own cum kept the buzz going for another minute or so, and they relaxed in each other's arms up against the building. "So I guess we should be going home now" said Charlie. Donna answered "yeah,the kids are probably waiting". Charlie looked at her one more time and spoke softly "I love being married to you." "Me too babe" Donna answered as they headed for their car. A Random Encounter He was out late, cruising. His mind would not be still. Earlier that day, he the chance to interact with a woman that had left an impression on him. He had run into her at a bookshop and they had started talking by chance, when he mocked a book she was looking at the book in question, was the latest thing in semi erotic literature and had taken the world by tremendous storm. He had suggested that she was a sexual deviant, for wanting to read such, as the book was said to have contained a lot about bondage and domination. She had laughed, caught up in the amount of charm that he had attached to the remark, but had never really given her opinion on what he had said. They ended up having a chat about those matters and plenty more, before she was called away to a meeting. Thinking back to her now, he realized that he should have asked for her number of her address or something, but they had both been far too caught up in the conversation to consider such things and when she got her call, she had left immediately. He remembered her body, for that was what had him interested in the first place. Skin that was smooth and even, high cheekbones and nice eyes, curves that were to die for, breasts that were full and an ass that he had to actively hold himself back not to touch. He mulled over the image in his head while driving. He drove along the beach, just to hear the waves, hoping they would calm his restless soul, but it was not to be. When he had finished thinking about her, he realized that he was in a state of arousal. Arousal and self irritation. Not the world's greatest combination, but he figured, there were lots of bars in the area, all brimming what easy, desperate women and he was bored, so he figured he'd give it a shot. He pulled up to one of the newer, trendier establishments, where the beautiful young things went to play, as the bar tagline put it. He walked in and took a seat at the bar, observing the crowd. She gazed out from her table. Her friend was on the dance floor, wrapped around some man while she was purse sitting. She was ok with this, since she was contemplating the man she had run into earlier. He was incredibly handsome, so well built, with a charm and manner on him that was just delicious. While she was dreaming about him and staring, her eyes caught sight of someone sitting alone at the bar. He turned his face into the light for a second and her heart skipped a beat. It was him! When her friend came back, she asked to be excused for a moment. She walked over to where he was sitting, seeing the joy and surprise in his eyes as she did so. Jackpot, he thought. This time, he was not letting her get away from him. They shared drinks and the flirtations began. He made sure her glass was always full and started his probing. 'I know we met earlier today, but I didn't catch your name', he said. 'Oh it's Ella, and yours?' 'Mason', he replied. He learned that she was a writer and she learned that he was in business. They talked and flirted for a while, until she felt his warm hand settle on her thigh. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear 'truthfully, I think you know that I've been wanting to get you out of here for a while, so do come with me'. She was powerless to resist, as she had wanted the same thing for a while. They arrived at his house and he wasted no time tearing her clothes off her and kissing and biting her smooth skin as he did so. She smelled like apples, a crisp and fresh scent, all the more arousing to him. He bent her over his kitchen counter and with one powerful thrust, entered her. She was dripping wet. He chuckled as he grabbed her hair and whispered into her ear 'you're a horny little slut aren't you? You've been waiting for my cock haven't you?' she nodded breathlessly. She felt so amazing, being stuffed full with his hard, powerful, magnificent cock, but there was something she wanted to do first. She wriggled away from him, much to his surprise and consternation. No woman had ever done that to him before. He felt like punishing her for that, but before he could finish that train of thought, he was buried throat deep in her mouth. The warmth of her mouth and the feel of her velvet tongue licking his cock all over while her lips massaged the base of it was overwhelming for him. He forgot the previous event and began to vigorously fuck her mouth. She took it in perfect stride, going in rhythm with him and looking up at him every now and then. She massaged his balls, his ass with her hands, while devouring his cock with enthusiasm and consummate skill. She took a break only once and that was to suckle on the head, very gently. She let her tongue find his slit and glide over it, while creating super tight suction with her cheeks. He pulled her off him, not wanting to come just yet. He wanted to fuck her pussy and make her beg for him cum, something which he already suspected she would readily do. He took her upstairs to his bedroom and threw her down on the bed. He ran his tongue over her soft pussy, so wet, so warm and inviting. She moaned softly and delicately with each lick as he slowly worked her up. He licked her clit and suckled on it, until her hips were bucking and she was forcing his head down onto it. He then ran his tongue between her lips and French kissed her pussy, lashing his tongue in and out of her entrance until she was wild with desire. He felt her walls contract and spasm as her orgasm came. She lay back afterward and he brought out some rope. Seeing as she didn't hesitate or even bat and eyelid, he began tying her up. 'I knew you were a dirty slut when I saw you in the bookstore. Your choice of literature has just proven me right'. They both chuckled. Soon she was tied, on her back, legs wide open. He thrust himself into her and she moaned in pleasure. He bit her neck and her shoulders, he put a hand over her mouth and grabbed her neck with the other and began riding her pussy. She was bucking and moaning and he felt her second orgasm come on. The velvet walls of her pussy spasmed around his cock and made him want her more. He released her mouth and neck. She was shaking in absolute pleasure. He untied her quickly and flipped her over. He bent her over the bed and tied her hands together around her head. He put a gag in her mouth which he tied all the way around her head, but left enough space for him to grip it. He then put duct tape over her mouth as well. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a vibrating dildo and some lube. She made wild sounds from beneath the gag and tape when the vibrations touched her clit and pussy area. She pushed backward to try get more of them, but was denied. This made her thrash around in fury and desire. She was so hot like this, tied up, helpless and wanting. He lubed up a finger. She felt something enter her asshole. She once again went wild with pleasure. He once again felt as if he'd hit the jackpot. Not many women were as willing to have anal sex in the first night, but, this one was definitely a special kind of slut. He inserted another lubed finger, lubing her passage up generously. He then inserted the vibrator into her pussy. She started shaking and he could hear that she was screaming in pleasure from beneath her bondings. He then duct taped the vibrator into her pussy. She moaned, both in pleasure and pain. He then lubed up his cock and gently inserted it into her ass. He grabbed her gag so that the back of her head was raised and proceeded to ride her like a horse. Indeed, underneath him, she became animal. She thrashed around, bucked, screamed, she was definitely not moaning delicately like a lady anymore. He let go of her gag and grabbed her ass cheeks spanked and held them while he slammed in and out of her ass. He saw, by the motion of the vibrator that she had already cum two more times. He ripped off the duct tape from her mouth, so that he could hear her animalistic screams of pleasure. Soon they were in rhythm again, heaving, sweating, and fucking. He knew he was going to cum soon himself, so he grabbed her gag again and rode her. He could feel her ass was now beginning to spasm too, and he knew that she would have another orgasm. He wanted to cum with her. She started moaning again and so did he. Her ass began to shake and his cock went into that familiar spasm of cumming. He shot load after load of his hot sticky cum into her willing ass, while she screamed out her orgasm. After he pulled out of her, he undid her writs restraints and her mouth gag. He gently lay her fully on the bed, as she was too weak from the orgasms to do much. He removed the vibrator from her pussy and he saw that is was dripping with her juices. They lay gently side by side cuddling and just getting their breath back. 'I'm so glad I met you again', he said. 'Yeah me too', she replied , and they both laughed before drifting off to sleep. A Random Encounter Ch. 02 This story follows the events in "A Random Encounter." I decided to expand on the Marshall's adventures. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Chapter Two: Marshall's Big Night Marshall staggered through the happy hour crowd at Butch's Bar and Grill. His mind still reeled from the miracle he had just been a part of. A gorgeous, sultry, twenty-something had picked him, average guy personified, out of the crowd, dragged him to the bathroom and given him the best blow job of his life. Of course it was only the fourth blow job of his life, so he didn't have a lot to go by; but he felt pretty certain that she knew what she was doing. The mystery of why she would have chosen him still lingered, but he pushed it to the back of his mind and focused on enjoying the moment. He squirmed past knots of young professionals, at 35 he and his friends were definitely among the older people there, and made it back to his table. His friends were exactly where he had left them twenty minutes earlier. Paul, Dave and Matt were all pretty much like him; 35 and reluctantly coasting downhill toward middle age. The only real difference was that the three of them were all married and he was single. Once a month, they got together for happy hour and spent four or five hours drinking heavily and recounting the same stories of their glory years in high school and college. The married men believed their best days were behind them and seemed resigned to that fact. Still single, though, Marshall couldn't let himself fall into that trap. He held onto a tiny spark of hope that his life would change. And so, he kept going on blind dates set up by well-meaning co-workers. He tried a dating service from time to time. And, on the rare occasions he went out on an evening, he would wander through the crowds, trying to be noticed. This time, it had happened; and he couldn't wait to tell the guys about. "Oh, my God," he exclaimed as he slid into the booth next to Paul. "You are not going to believe what just happened to me!" They turned towards him, glassy eyes struggling to focus. "I was standing over by the bar, scoping out the crowd, when this smoking hot redhead comes up to me and tells me she wants blow me in the bathroom!" Marshall's friends' looks of interest quickly turned into smirks of disbelief. Matt was the first to speak. "Yeah right! Did you fall asleep right before this happened? "No, I'm totally serious! She fucking pulled me into the women's room and blew me in one of the stalls!" Dave and Paul perked up a little and refocused their attention on him. It was one thing to bullshit about women you'd talked to and what you'd said; but it would definitely be out of character for Marshall to totally fabricate something like this. "Are you serious," asked Dave? "Oh, give me a break!" Matt wasn't buying it for a second. Stuff like that only happened in pornos. Nothing even remotely similar had ever happened to him, that was for sure. The fact that he'd married the first woman he ever slept with had nothing to do with it. Bathroom blowjobs were for pornos and Penthouse Letters, not middle-age schmucks in suburban bars. Marshall looked from one of his friends to the other, sincerity and excitement written all over his face as he told the story of his encounter. When he finished, his friends sat in stunned silence. Dave and Paul were completely convinced. Matt still harbored doubts, but he was impressed by the amount of detail Marshall had been able to provide. Paul raised his glass in a toast. "Well damn! We gotta drink to that! To Marshall and to slutty redheads in bathrooms!" They all raised their glasses and quickly emptied them. Matt waived to their waitress for another round while the others turned the conversation to their past sexual exploits, both real and imagined. Each trying to outdo the other with stories they had all heard a hundred times and that were embellished with every telling. Marshall usually felt inadequate during this part of the evening, Paul and Dave had been much more successful with women than their other two friends; but tonight was different. As usual, he didn't get to contribute much to the sex talk; but he was buoyed by the knowledge that their escapades were ten years in the past. His had happened just minutes earlier. The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Beers gave way to mixed drinks, which were then augmented with shooters. More toasts were made. More memories were shared. Again. By midnight, the friends were all well and truly drunk and they propped each other up as they made their way out of the bar. The warm, humid July air did nothing to clear their heads as they huddled outside on the sidewalk. As always, they lingered longer than necessary over their lives; three of them delaying their return to family life, the fourth to an empty apartment. Finally, the sultry conditions put an early end to the conversation and they called it a night. They exchanged man-hugs, right hands clasped, left arms around shoulders for a firm but brief embrace, and the group split up. Paul, Dave and Matt staggered to the parking lot and poured themselves into Dave's car for the journey to the suburbs. Dave had no business driving, but twenty years of experience told them that he had the best chance of getting them home alive. Marshall stepped to the curb and looked for a taxi. Midnight on a Friday in Fells Point, Baltimore is a lively hour, and it was only a couple minutes before an empty cab responded to his wave and pulled up in front of him. As he pulled open the door and slid into the backseat, he saw two young women doing the same thing from the other side. They all stared drunkenly at each other until Marshall, as unsure of himself as ever, stammered an apology and starting retreating from the taxi that was rightfully his. "Wait a second," slurred the closet of the two. 'Where are you going, we can share." Marshall leaned back into the car, supporting himself on the roof. He fiercely willed his double-vision to abate long enough to get a good look at his erstwhile cabmates. Both seemed to be in their early to mid twenties. The one who had spoken long, lusturous blonde hair and ice blue eyes. As his eyes moved lower, they, almost, visibly popped out of his head. The girl's plain white tank top looked near to exploding with the strain of holding in her incredible bosom. His eyes flashed for a second to the other girl, short, brunette hair done in a page boy, athletic body in a short, pink dress, before locking back at the mesmerizing cleavage of the first. "Um... Share?" The blonde giggled and leaned out the door, reaching for his hand. She pulled him down onto the seat next to her as her companion spoke to the driver. "We're going to the Iguana Cantina at The Market." Marshall had been planning on going straight home to play some Madden '06 on his Playstation, but another, closer, look at the girls had him nodding in agreement. The brunette, who was turning and introducing herself as Sam, had small breasts; but the long, muscular legs emerging from below the short hem of her dress more than made up for that deficiency. The blonde, Marshall noticed when he was finally able to tear his eyes from her chest, had deeply tanned skin with a taut belly, and pierced naval revealed by her cut-off, and almost transparent, top. A jean mini skirt completed her ensemble and revealed short, toned legs. As the cab took a left on Eastern Avenue, the girls slid across the seat, the blonde pressing up tight against Marshall. He gulped as her breasts seemed to burn his upper arm with the contact. Her warm, alcohol-flavored breath tickled his cheek as she whispered to him. "You were going our way, weren't you?" He gathered together all the courage he could muster, which was significantly bolstered by his recent bathroom encounter, and amazed himself by looking her in the eye. "No doubt." "Good," she replied as the cab straightened out and she leaned back toward her friend. "We like company, don't we Sam?" Sam flashed a brilliant smile at Marshall before locking eyes with the blond. "We love company! This is Jenny, by the way. Isn't she the hottest girl you've ever seen?" "I believe she is," he answered. Actually, Marshall thought her obviously-enhanced breasts were a little much and the revealing way she dressed was a little tacky; but he wasn't about to offer those opinions. "I'm Marshall. Do you girls live around here?" They showed as much interest in learning his name as they did the cab driver's. Their eyes remained locked together as they moved closer to each other on the seat. "You are so much hotter than me, Sam. I would kill for these long legs of yours." As she spoke, she ran her left hand up and down her friend's thigh, cupping her knee, then pushing up under the hem of her dress to stroke her upper leg. "You're crazy, Jen. I need a boob job so bad. Yours are unbelievable!" As she discussed their merits, Sam reached out to cup the breasts she so admired. Her fingers grazed over the silky tops while she rubbed her palms firmly against the hard nipples poking through a lacy black bra and millimeter of cotton. Jenny only purred in reply and leaned in to cover Sam's mouth with a kiss. Her hand moved further up the brunette's leg and pushed between her thighs to cup her sex. Lust over came both girls as they threw themselves into each other with fervor. Sam pulled Jenny's top and bra up over her massive breasts and lowered her head to suck a turgid nipple into her mouth. Jenny responded by pushing aside Sam's brief panties and slipping a finger inside her. Marshall's jaw dropped open and he slammed his head against the door frame as he sagged backward in shock. He threw a glance to the driver, who was simultaneously watching the road, watching the girls in the rearview mirror and doing his best to pretend he wasn't even there. Marshall's head swiveled back to the entangled pair beside him and he shook his head in disbelief. First, the redhead in the bar, now this. He couldn't believe his luck! He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and watched. Sam was licking and biting at one of Jenny's nipples while her fingers worked the other, alternately pulling and pinching it. Her hips began to rise and fall to meet each thrust of her friends finger inside her. Sam moaned aloud while Jenny bit her bottom lip trying to keep from doing the same. Pleasure overcame Sam as Jenny added another finger and began moving them faster. She was panting heavily as she lifted her head rested her chin on her the blondes shoulder. Between cries, she caught sight of Marshall, watching them with open-mouthed delight and a growing bulge in his jeans. Quickly, she reached around her friend and pulled at his belt. In a daze, Marshall helped her undo his fly and pull down his pants and underwear. Sam's attention turned back to Jenny and their mouths locked together again in a soul-stirring kiss. Her hand, though, stayed with Marshall; circling his shaft and gliding up and down it in time with the thrusts of the fingers within her. Marshall groaned his appreciation. He half-turned on the seat and moved closer to Jenny, reaching around her to fill his hands with her breasts. Having watched Sam earlier, he knew how to treat them. He pinched and twisted her nipples, sending bolts of electricity through her highly-charged system. She broke her kiss and leaned back into him, her soft hair like heaven against his cheek. She pulled away slightly and took his ear lobe into her mouth, nipping at it, then licking all around his ear. Sam's breaths now came in short, rasping gasps as she neared her orgasm. She redoubled her efforts on Marshall's cock drawing him along with her toward ecstasy. After only a few seconds more, it was all too much for Marshall. He jerked in the girls hand, and sprayed all over Jenny's lower back. "Aw fuck," he panted and slumped backward away from them. Jenny showed no reaction to his warm seed dripping down her back into the waistband of her skirt. She leaned forward and covered all of Sam's small left breast with her mouth. She frantically fingered the brunette as she bit down hard on the girl's nipple; knowing from many experiences that it would push her over the edge. Sam screamed and clutched Jenny against her chest, half-sobbing into her hair. "Yes!" She shrieked. "Oh, God!" Jenny squeezed her back, holding her fingers motionless while Sam came down from her climax. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled them back out and kissed her friend tenderly. Together, they adjusted Jenny's top and Sam massaged the stickiness on Jenny's back into her skin as both regained their breath. They kissed again and got out of the cab which, Marshall had failed to notice, had pulled up in front of the club several minutes earlier. As the girls waked hand-in-hand toward the door, He tucked his shrinking manhood into his pants and made himself presentable. He caught the driver's eye in the rearview mirror and stammered in embarrassment. "How much do I owe you, sir" "No charge, buddy. Have a great night." Marshall thanked him as he got out and stumbled towards the club. It had already been the greatest night of his life, he thought. It certainly couldn't get any better. A Random Encounter Ch. 03-06 (This might not make a whole lot of sense if you haven't read the first two chapters. You could go look them up, or you could just read Chapters four and six.) A Random Encounter Chapter Three "Camera Four, hold on him until he hits the rope line. Camera Seven, get ready to pick him up. You're a go Camera Seven! Camera Four, park the cab and wrap, can't have you spotted again." The Director sat back and watched on the monitor as Marshall staggered from the cab to the red velvet rope holding back those waiting to get into The Iguana Cantina. Sam and Jenny had disappeared from view and he stood at the rope, looking around in confusion. Tom, the head bartender and junior partner in the lounge reached for the rope and pulled it aside. "You must be Marshall," he said with a smile. "The girls pointed you out and asked me to let you in." Marshall's head bobbed up and down while a huge grin stayed fixed on his face. He stepped past the rope and up to the door. "Okay, Camera Two, he's at the door, get ready. He's in, stick with him as long as he's in view. Camera One, you've got him if he passes the center bar. Camera seven, get set up in the VIP section. Lipstick Cams One and Two, I want one of you on him at all times. Paul, give me a check on the camera in the head and make sure Giselle is up on the riser." "All cameras make sure you get me lots of crowd shots when you're not on Marshall. I want people to know this is authentic. We'll digitize the faces in editing." The Director watched the monitors as each of the cameramen followed her instructions and prepared themselves for the next scene. Her assistant ran a quick test pattern through the fixed bathroom camera and nodded that all was functioning. With a satisfied smile and a little sigh of relief Sheila Montgomery, ace Director of Soft Touch Pictures, sat back in her chair to watch. She had just about held her breath throughout the scene in the cab, and she could feel the tension in her shoulders. The company had a lot of money invested in this shoot and she had a lot personally invested herself. It had been her idea to make an adult film using a star performer who did not know he was in a movie. For years, she had chafed at the falseness of the films she had to make. There was never a second of true chemistry on a crowded, brightly lit set with actors who fucked for a living. This one was different. This was going to make history. She had cultivated a list of performers with at least a shred of acting ability. She had put together the finest crew in the business. She had twenty-two cameras in place in six different locations, plus half a dozen lipstick cameras being used by a near army disguised as club-goers. And, she had what her attorneys assured her was a slam dunk contract. A contract Marshall had signed on entering Butch's Bar and Grill earlier that evening, for what he thought was a promotional video for the bar. Now, with Marshall safely delivered to the second location, she allowed herself to believe that the whole thing was actually going to work. If it didn't her career was over. Sheila took a cup of coffee from her production assistant and sat back to watch the monitors. The camera operators were basically on auto-pilot while Marshall was in the bar. He would be covered by at least two cameras every second he was inside. The arduous task of editing all the footage would fall to her, but she would start worrying about that tomorrow. Now, all she had to do was wait a little bit and be ready in the unlikely event that Marshall didn't take the bait they offered to him. Sheila didn't see much chance of that happening; she was well-versed in the simplistic workings of drunken men's minds. And she'd chosen her girls very well. Chapter Four Marshall wandered aimlessly through the crowd. He was drunk and in the past three hours, gorgeous women had blown him in a bathroom stall and jerked him off in a cab. His mind was having a little trouble wrapping itself around the events of the evening. He'd never had anything resembling casual sex in his life and now it had happened twice in one night. Every dog has his day, he told himself. After a while, his eyes came to rest on a corner bar and he fought his way there to order a Jack and Coke. Sipping at his drink, he leaned against the bar and scanned the dance floor, looking for the girls from the cab. There looked to be at least five hundred people in the club tonight. Most of them ranged in age from twenty to thirty though there were a few clusters of older revelers here and there. The girls were dressed to impress in a rainbow of sparkling, shimmering club gear with an emphasis on exposed flesh. The boys were, mostly, decked out in their finest baggy jeans and an array of sports jerseys and t-shirts. Marshall stood out a little bit for his age, but his jeans and black collared shirt fit right in. There was no sign of Jenny and Sam right now, but his eyes found many other delights to feast on. He studied the girls dancing on the riser in front of the DJ booth. There, a dozen beauties dressed as scantily as the law would allow were moving and gyrating in time to the thump of roaring House music. The girls knew how to play a crowd of drunk, horny men; and they made up for their lack of dancing ability by showing as much skin as possible and draping themselves all over each other. One girl stood out, though. She was off to one side and clearly feeling the music more than she was the crowd. A knot of young men stood motionless on the floor below her, gawking as she ignored them and just danced. The stunning beauty of her statuesque body was heightened to a ridiculous degree by the way she was dressed. The club went silent and ceased to exist for Marshall as the image of her took over his world. She wore black, patent leather pumps and white thigh-high stockings on long, athletic legs. Her outfit was completed by a brief, red plaid skirt and white, collared short-sleeve shirt with the ends tied in a knot under her ample breasts. She had long blond hair, done in ponytails of course, and a pair of glasses perched on her delicate nose. Dancing there in front of him was the consummate "sexy school girl." And my God was she dancing! Her eyes were closed and her face held a dreamy look of pleasure as she moved with the music in a whirling poetry of raw sensuality. This was not the raunchy, affectation of an exotic dancer. This was a girl who felt the music to her very core and worked her body to its limits in appreciation for it. Marshall watched in awe as she spun, shook and caressed her own body, totally oblivious to everyone around her. He gulped down the rest of his drink and turned to order another, only half-turning to the bartender so he could keep watching the goddess on the stage. For an hour, he stood rooted to his spot, his only movement the half-turn in search of another drink. His saucer-wide eyes strayed from the schoolgirl's body only to regard the crowd in front of her. Dozens of men, and more than a few women were obviously as taken with her as he was. For a moment, he contemplated pushing his way to the front and approaching her. He even thought that she had glanced in his direction a few times; but, in the end, his cowardice overcame his lust and he resigned himself to watching. Chapter Five "Oh, Jesus Christ, could this guy strap a pair on already! She's practically fucking him with her eyes, for God's sake. How much more could I have built his confidence?" The Director's earlier calm had been steadily worn away as Marshall continued to slouch in place instead of following the outline she had written up for this scene. She had thought for sure she could get him to approach Giselle on his own. How realistic would it be for yet another beautiful girl to throw herself at the guy without a move on his part? Sheila wasn't about to let this turn until the usual porn silliness. The overall movie would have to be outlandish in the volume of his encounters, but each one was going to damn well look at least a little plausible on its own merits. "Shit. Alright people, we're going to pull Giselle and put her back in for scene four. Get Marie and Sara in there now. This fucking guy needs to get laid soon! Camera seven, make sure you're ready, we should have him there soon." Chapter Six Marshall frowned as his beautiful school girl stopped dancing and disappeared from view behind the DJ Booth. He straightened up and rose to the tips of his toes, struggling in vain to catch sight of her again. He lurched in the direction she had gone and walked directly into a girl coming the other way. He reached out to steady her with both hands. Unfortunately, one hand still clutched a drink and the other lacked any semblance of motor coordination. He succeeded in dumping half a Jack and Coke down her left leg with the one hand and pawing at her breasts with the other. A stream of apologies burst from Marshall's mouth as he jumped back from the collision. As he blubbered, he reached to the bar, snagged a handful of bar napkins and handed them to her. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry! Are you okay? Totally my fault! I'm so frickin' clumsy. Are you alright? I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm so sorry! Can I do anything? Are you okay?" His victim glared at him as she began to wipe off her leg, but every successive apology and inquiry as to her health served to soften her expression. Meanwhile, Marshall saw another girl over her shoulder getting a good laugh out of the whole thing. Finally, the first one finished drying herself and held up her hand to stop him. "Enough. I'll live. You're forgiven." Marshall visibly brightened as he quickly checked the girls out. The girl wearing his drink was Asian and very pretty. She stood about equal to his five feet, ten inches and had long, black hair and an open, friendly smile that was finally making an appearance. She wore a red leather skirt and a sleeveless black top. The one behind her was short, Hispanic, and very curvy. She, also, had long black hair and wore a blue frilly skirt with a white tube top. He relaxed a little when he saw the Asian girl wasn't mad at him; and, buoyed by alcohol and his recent successes, he decided to talk to them. "Hi, I'm Marshall. Please, let me buy you a drink to make up for that? I can't have an assault be your only memory of meeting me." The girls looked at each other, the Hispanic girl shrugging and leaving the call to her friend. "Sure," said the Asian. "I'm Sara and this is Marie. We'll take two vodka tonics." Marshall waved for the bartender's attention and yelled the drink order down to him, including a replacement for the one he spilled. He'd been tipping well so far and got his drinks without too much delay. He turned back to the girls and handed their glasses to them, then raised his own in a toast. "To not getting run into for the rest of the night." The girls both laughed and touched their glasses to his. Sara, clearly the more outgoing of the two, leaned toward him to make herself heard over the music. "Are you here on your own?" "Yeah, I am. I was out with some friends earlier, but they had to get home and I ended up here. Somehow. How about you? Are you on your own?" "You mean other than her?" Sara asked, pointing to Marie who was bobbing to the beat and trying to follow the conversation. "It's just us. We're both single and we couldn't get anyone else out in this heat." "I can understand that. I'm really starting to drag myself." At this, Sara leaned back to take a sip of her drink, one eyebrow arching mysteriously. "Maybe we can do something about that. Do you want to go sit down? I know the bouncer for the VIP section." Marshall nodded his agreement and let Sara take his hand to lead him through the crowd. Marie grabbed him by the back of his belt and followed as they snaked their way past the center bar and toward the rear of the room. For the third time tonight, Marshall found himself in the company of attractive women he didn't know. This time, he decided not to question it and just go with the flow. They reached a staircase at the back of the room, where a giant in black kissed Sara on the cheek and waved them up. The VIP section was a large balcony over-looking the dance floor. It had its own bar, with gorgeous waitresses to serve the privileged and the rear was lined with deep, comfortable sofas. This part of the club was much more sparsely populated than the downstairs and the crowd looked older and better dressed. Sara led the trio to an empty couch in the corner and threw herself down on it with a sigh. "That's better! I thought I was going to melt down there." Marie sat down next to her, leaving room for Marshall on the other side. "No kidding. It felt like an oven down there! I don't know how you could stand it in jeans and long sleeves, Marshall." "Well, being incredibly fucked up helps. I'm not really feeling much of anything. This is going to sound dumb, but do you ladies come here often?" Sara laughed and touched him on the arm. "You're right, that did sound dumb. We're here most weekends, we love DJ FIxxx." Marshall nodded as though he had a clue who she was talking about. He was about to launch into a speech on the merits of DJ FIxxx, when he was mercifully rescued by the cocktail waitress. MTV had made him hip to the workings of VIP rooms, and he ordered a bottle of Grey Goose with tonic set-ups; trying not to imagine how much it was going to cost him. His next surprise of the evening came when Sara took that worry away by telling the waitress to charge it to the owner. Apparently, she wasn't kidding about coming here every weekend. He turned to Sara with a grin. "Well, that kind of detracts from the drink I bought you, doesn't it?" "Don't sweat it, honey, he's a good friend. Do you wanna dance?" "Absolutely!" Marshall looked down to make sure his feet were firmly planted and seemed like they might hold him up. He started to rise, but came to an abrupt halt when he felt a hand on his chest. "Huh uh. I'm going to give you a dance." Marshall let himself be pushed back down and sank back against the cushions as he looked up, far beyond the ability to be shocked again this evening. He watched as Sara smiled down at him and started grooving to the music coming up from below. Her movements were slow and sensuous, and her hands lustfully began to explore her own body. She stepped up to him, pushing between his legs and leaning over him, hands on his thighs for support. His eyes darted to the v-neck of her top and he was treated to a view of her small, bra-less tits. He licked his lips and stared at her turgid nipples. A swing of her head sent her silky hair cascading over his face and neck. It moved gently back and forth as she swayed and Marshall took a deep breath of her scent. Leaning lower, Sara's cheek met his and Marshall jumped with the spark of skin on skin. She rubbed her soft flesh against him and nuzzled into his neck, nipping softly with her front teeth. Blinded by Sara's luxurious tresses, Marshall could only feel the presence of Marie as she moved up beside him. Her knees pressed against him as she pulled her legs up on the couch and she snuggled up against his arm. Quickly, Sara pulled back and spun around. She looked back over her shoulder and fired at him a look of pure lust. She backed up, lowering herself until she sat in his lap and began grinding herself into his crotch. Marshall could feel himself begin to stir beneath her gyrations and he shifted positions to give himself room for growth. He reached up and took Sara by the hips, while his head lolled back against the wall. He'd had many a lap dance in strip bars, but none of them had held the intensity that Sara was putting into every move. Her hands shifted backward to cover his, then moved down again. She moved his grip to her soft thighs, encouraging him to hook the hem of her skirt and lift it. He gladly complied and pulled until the skirt was up around her waist. Eagerly, his hands returned to her hips, caressing her upper thighs and the sides of her supple ass. His manhood was now fully hard and perfectly aligned with the cleft of her cheeks. She leaned forward, pressing back against him forcefully and slowly rubbing herself up and down his length. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations. Simultaneously, Marshall felt a hand on his chest and moist lips on his neck. He looked over as Marie pulled back and smiled at him, then leaned in again to crush a wanton kiss against his mouth. Marshall returned the kiss with fervor and struggled not to cum in his pants that very second. His two previous orgasms were probably the only thing preventing him from doing just that. He shifted his left hand to Marie's thigh, caressing, squeezing and dragging his nails up and down it. Hi right hand moved up over Sara's belly and cupped her breast massaging it through her thin cotton top. She shifted her body in response to his touch. Leaning back against him, she began to move her hips in tight, jerking circles around the epicenter of his hard cock. Forced to break the kiss, Marie rose up on her knees and diverted her attention from Marshall to her friend. With one hand on the back of the sofa for support, she gently fondled Sara's unclaimed breast with the other while kissing her passionately on the mouth. Sara moaned in delight and ground even harder against Marshall. Not wanting Marie to be left out of the fun, he slid his hand up under her skirt to caress her ass. Finding no panties to impede his progress, he decided to be bold and fumbled for her sex. With a little difficulty, he found the right spot and pushed two fingers into the girl's well-lubricated pussy. He grinned at the cry this brought from her lips and began sliding his fingers back and forth. "The hell with this," said Sara, "I need to get fucked!" She stood up and quickly yanked down her red thong, tossing it onto the cocktail table in front of them. Before Marshall could react to her intent, she already had his belt open and was tugging at his jeans. Panic cut through his drunken haze as he pulled his hand from Marie and reached for his pants. He sputtered in protest. "What? Here? We can't!" Sara ignored his protestations and, with Marie's help, overcame his defensive efforts and succeeded in taking down his jeans and underwear. Marshall continued to bluster and tried to cover himself with his hands, but the girls would have none of it. Marie grabbed his wrists and pulled them aside while Sara turned around, took hold of his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it. Even under normal conditions the out-of-shape Marshall would have struggled to thwart the determined women; but in his current state of extreme intoxication, he had no chance. As Sara sank down on him and her velvet grip took hold, he relaxed his muscles in defeat and sank deep into the couch in a mixture of humiliation and pleasure. For a moment, Sara sat still atop him, savoring the feel of him deep inside her. Then, she placed her hands on his knees and slowly began to fuck him with long, gentle strokes. Marie let go of his wrists and placed a soft kiss on his lips, smiling at his obvious embarrassment. "Don't worry sweetie, nobody's going to care. They're totally cool with it here." Marshall looked around the room and saw that she was right. Of the few people that were in the VIP section, most were ignoring them completely. One or two had taken notice, but only to watch them with amused smiles. The staff had been paid handsomely not to care, but he didn't need to know that. He began to recover, until he saw the cocktail waitress heading over with their bottle. Immediately his pulse quickened again and he started trying to rise. With Sara's weight pushing back in the opposite direction, though, he quickly realized this was futile and attempted to bury his face in her hair instead.