2 comments/ 18067 views/ 1 favorites Collision of Fantasy & Reality By: browneyedgrrl This story is purely fictional in nature. Any resemblance to actual names or situations are purely coincidence. * Prologue: A story I had written about incest- daddy and daughter incest to be exact, had just been published on an erotic site I wrote for on occasion. A bit of a creative outlet during my study breaks in my last semester of college. His email came on the second day the story was out. It intrigued me. It was a simple email really, commenting on my writing style, the character development, etc. He didn't come on to me, or tell me how hard the story made him, or that he wanted to be my daddy. But he did mention that he also wrote for the site, and gave me his screen name, as well as his email address if I wanted to correspond. I checked him out. His stories were about women and older men, a couple about daughters and their daddies. They excited me. Made me wet. I found myself extremely turned on reading about what I would soon learn were his fantasies. I have a thing for the older male/younger female scenario. My last lover had been a visiting professor, an older guy who intrigued me with his brilliance. I loved the way he would take control of me, the way my body yielded to his commands during the long afternoons we would spend in my apartment. He initially came over under the premise of working on a research project. We did manage to get the project done that year, but what I took away from it mostly was hat I loved to be with an experienced man. It was completely different than with my previous boyfriends, who had all been around my age. They paled in comparison to the way Dr. Conner had used his tongue on me, the way he moved his cock in and out of me real slow, taking his time to tease me, making me beg for him before he would fuck me hard the way I wanted him to. He liked the fact that I was young and impressionable and could teach me a few things about the art of loving. I think too he liked the audience I provided for him as he spoke about his theories on the development of the human mind. My correspondence with Danny began the same day his first email came in. Immediately after I read his own stories, I was compelled to respond to him. To tell him how impressed I was by his story-telling ability. He had a keen sense of creating characters that came alive. I felt the young women in the stories were me. It amazed me how they mirrored some of my own fantasies. I was intrigued by his mind. He in turn replied, thanking me for my comments, and thus began our venture. It was professional and almost polite at first- discussions about writing, the power of the mind, and minute, general details about our personal lives. The way he used words turned me on. Short sentences that reverberated in my body with the volumes they spoke. They made me hungry for more of him. He was cotton candy melting on my tongue; a sweet taste of spun sugar that went away too quickly, leaving me wanting more. That was what each of his emails was like. I found myself eagerly checking my inbox dozens of times in a day, hoping for a message from him, and often being pleased with having one. He told me that my own words danced within his head, struck a chord within his body. I told him he gave me shivers. He suggested this could lead to heat... Somehow the tone of our conversations had turned suggestive and sensual. It was completely delicious. We began writing stories with each other, finishing a scene where the other left off, and adding onto to it. It was the most erotic, intense experience of my young life. Quickly, we added the phone to our repertoire of sexual mediums. He would call me every night before I went to bed. He told me stories of past seductions and I listened, rapt with attention. I liked that he was experienced. It turned me on. When I told him about my professor and the things we had done together, sometimes pretending that I was his daughter and he my father, he came so hard; he was breathless and silent for a long time afterwards. I had to call out his name twice before he answered me. I would hear his voice and immediately become wet, my panties soaked with excitement, with juices the tenor in his voice released. He said he walked around all day with a hard on, thinking about me. We made each other cum every night, masturbating to the sounds of one another moaning as we explored our hidden fantasies. I felt myself begin to blossom sexually, my soft petals unfolding with every word he spoke. Our need for each other built quickly and the conversations became more intimate, with more and more personal details revealed. We came to realize that we lived within two hours from each other. But we kept it to phone and computer contact, only suggesting that perhaps one day we would meet. Months passed. I had no idea what he looked like, nor he, me. That was part of the fantasy. We went as slow as we could, trying to revel in every moment of our faceless fantasies. He never pressured me and knew instinctively that I would become freer this way. He was a perfect fit for my fascination with taboo subjects. He was the older man, witty with words, strong in character and willing to lead. I was a blank canvas he wanted to paint. Somewhere along the way we started painting together and I no longer knew where he stopped and I began. We were living in the grey area where fantasy and reality collide. But fantasy soon was not enough and I ached for his touch with every fiber of my being. Our physical attraction had also become emotional. We had to meet. We agreed to make some of the fantasies we had spoken of come true at our first meeting. We would meet at a club. He would recognize me by something I would wear and watch me from a distance. He wanted to see me seduce someone, to act out my fantasy of being completely free and loose, to watch me suck a stranger's cock as I played with myself while he watched, unnoticed He wanted to see me with another woman. I longed to feel the soft curves of another woman's breasts beneath my fingertips; nipples pressed against my own...the taste of a pussy against my mouth. He would tell me exactly what to do and I would be daddy's good little girl and obey. I wanted all the same things. I just never said them aloud before him. He knew this and loved the thought of me doing the things we had together fantasized about. We would then meet in a hotel room, and he would fuck me. Make love to me. Hold me the way he longed to. The way I dreamt about at night as I fell asleep. * * * * * My pussy was trembling with excitement as I entered the club. I flashed my ID to the bouncer at the door. He looked at me approvingly and nodded, opening the door, allowing me to squeeze past him so that my breasts slid across his thick forearm. They stiffened with the touch and he winked at me as I entered the darkness. I wasn't scared. I knew he was watching. Protecting me. But I was a little nervous, having never done this sort of thing before. I was to wait for his call. I held my cell phone close, gripping it in my hand as if it were my life line. I made a bee line for the bar and ordered a drink. I drank it fast, needing the alcohol to calm me, to soothe me and allow my inhibitions to dissipate. I ordered a second drink. That was when the first call came. "Hello,darling." My head pounded and my heart hammered in my chest at the sound of his voice. "Danny," I breathed into the phone, holding it close to my mouth. "You look very sexy tonight," he continued. I looked around the dimly lit club, searching for him, eager for him to reveal himself to me. I saw a number of men sitting at tables, but couldn't be sure which one was him, and it was too dark to make out any specific features. "I like the outfit." I was wearing a short plaid, pleated mini skirt, which rested right at the top of my thighs. My white blouse was sheer; exposing the lace bra I wore underneath and tied under my breasts, exposing my navel and unbuttoned to the second button, allowing a hint of cleavage to be seen. White stockings met my knees and a pair of Mary Janes cloaked my small feet. It was the perfect school girl look. Every little girl/older man fantasy come true. "I can't believe I am finally seeing you in person. You look like an angel. Daddy's good little school girl. But, you're so bad, baby. You are going to do very bad things tonight for Daddy. Aren't you?" "Yes," I said, barely a whisper. I could feel the heat pulse between my legs. I was trembling, from both anticipation and nerves. "Sit at the table in the corner. I want to watch you a while. Drink you in." I obliged, moving slowly across the room, trying not to spill the drink my shaking hands held. As I walked he told me he liked watching my ass sway with my every step. . I sat in a chair with my back to the wall. "Turn me on, baby. Do something sexy for me." My tongue found the red straw held within the amber liquid and flicked it. I pulled it out, held it away from my mouth so I would have to stretch for it with my tongue, showing him how I wanted to reach for his cock. With my chin upturned, I snaked my tongue out to lick the underside of the straw in a long, slow stroke. I heard him moan in my ear. I continued to play with the straw, my substitute phallus. I felt myself getting turned on and I knew he was as well. My hands reached to caress my full breasts, stopping at the nipple, circling it with my thumb and forefinger until each one was hard and pressed against the white cotton shirt. "Oh, baby, you're so good. That's it," I heard him croon in my ear. I unbuttoned a third button. "Mmmm," he murmured. "Tell me how you feel," he implored. "I feel hot. My nipples are so hard. They ache for your mouth. My whole body feels so alive, so on fire. I can feel myself already wet between my legs." He groaned, "Touch yourself. Tell me what you taste like." "Here? Now?" I asked. "Yes. Touch your little pussy, baby girl. Touch it for daddy. Know I am watching you across the room. Know that anyone can see you touch your pussy." I moaned. I felt so naughty and delirious with hunger for him. "That turns you on, doesn't it?" he asked. I whimpered in response. I leaned back and lifted my skirt so that it was bunched around my upper thighs. I knew my panties were visible to anyone in eyesight. My hands lowered and traveled along my leg until I could feel the dampness on my inner thighs. I was already dripping with anticipation. I slid a single digit along my slit, feeling the material of my panties tucking into me. I sighed deeply. "Slide a finger inside your pussy, baby." I complied, my fingers tucking into my panties to find a drenched and hot pussy. I rubbed one finger, then two along the slick button. "Oh, fuck," I moaned into the phone. "It feels so good." "Take your fingers out and suck them," he ordered in a low voice. I knew he was turned on. I could hear the distinctive sound of desire that I had come to know so well in his voice. I imagined his cock hard as I lifted the musky scented fingers to my mouth and sucked on the glistening juices. "Mmmmm, so sweet," I murmured. "I want you to taste me. I need to feel your mouth on me," I begged. "Soon, love, soon. First I want to watch you have fun. Will you do anything I ask of you, Andrea?" "Yes," I croaked. I needed him so badly; I would have done anything for him. And he knew it. "I am not the only one watching you. The man at the corner of the bar over there has had his eyes on you since you walked in. I want you to seduce him. He can see how hot you are. How horny you are. He saw you rub your pussy for me." My eyes darted to the bar and met the eyes of the handsome stranger across from me. I glanced away quickly. "Seduce him for daddy, baby. Take it as far as you want to go. I'll be here, watching. If anything happens, I will take care of you." With that, he hung up. I closed the phone and took a swallow of my drink. My eyes turned back to the bar and met the stranger's gaze. I smiled. He smiled back, his eyes hungry, taking me in. I removed the berry from my daiquiri and brought it to my full lips, tracing it across my full lips before suckling it. I swirled it around my tongue, savoring the sweet ripeness. My eyes never left his. I turned in my chair so that my legs were more visible to him, and spread my thighs apart so he could get a better view of my white cotton panties. I saw his eyes widen. I knew I had him. He lifted himself off the bar stool and sauntered over, drink in hand. He was tall, broad shouldered, his hair the color of sand with flecks of grey at the temples. His eyes were dark and flashing with desire. "Is this seat taken?" he asked his hand on the chair in front of me. "Yes," I said as I looked him evenly in the eye. I saw his brows furrow, a look of uncertainty pass across his face. My hand went to the back of the chair next to me. "This one's not." One eyebrow lifted and he smirked. He walked over, behind me, pausing to take in the view of my breasts cupped within my bra and visible between the folds of my open blouse. "Do you like the view?" I challenged him seductively. He sat in the chair, pulling it closer to me and leaned over, his face inches from mine. "I liked the other view you gave me before even better." "Oh yeah?" I asked and giggled. I was in full role now. "What view was that?" His hand went to my thigh. "The one you showed me right between here," he said as his hand crept to between my legs. I shifted so that his hand was pressed against my panties and pushed it down onto me. "You don't hesitate do you?" "Why should I when I know what I want?" My brown eyes were locked onto his indigo ones. They pierced right through me with an aching need that I recognized within myself as well. His thumb caressed my protruding mound and I knew he could feel my wetness through my panties as he inhaled, sucking in air. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. "You taste and smell so fucking good." He went to put his hand back between my legs but I stopped him and instead asked him if he would dance with me. He looked bewildered but I knew he wouldn't say no. He was willing to play along; certain he would get a prize in the end. We swallowed our drinks quickly. I led him to the dance floor, swaying my full hips seductively as I walked ahead of him, my arm trailing behind me, linked to his. He gripped tighter as we got swallowed by the crowd, as if he was afraid I would lose him. He pulled me close to him so that I could feel the hardness of his body. My legs were on either side of his right thigh and he danced with me this way, bouncing me so that my pussy would come into contact with his quadriceps each time I moved downward. I gasped the first time it happened and then moaned. He crushed my lips with his and kissed me. I could taste the alcohol on his breath as his tongue circled my own. "You're so fucking hot, doll. I want to fuck you right here." I wiggled my hips and said, "We'll see." He bent me backwards and I could feel my skirt ride higher, my breasts pressed against my shirt, which was nearly popping open now. I felt his hand move across my stomach, then up and along the curve of my breast and then lower and under my skirt to grip my ass. He pulled me up roughly and I felt my pussy twinge with the roughness of his actions. His calloused hands were gripping my ass now, spreading the globes of my cheeks and kneading them. He slipped his fingers between them and I wriggled my hips, pressing his finger against the bottom of my pussy. My mind was gone. Horniness had taken me over. I knew Danny was watching me and it turned me on to know he could see me with this man, see the affect I had on this stranger, and the affect he had on me. I felt like a bitch in heat but I didn't care. I turned then, wanting to give Danny a good view and pressed my buttocks into the stranger's groin and rocked my hips seductively in time to the music. I brought his hands to my breasts and he started to massage them, making the nipples stick out in hard points. Danny would love what I was doing. I was attracted to the stranger but it was Danny I wanted. This man was just our plaything and I would use him until our needs were satisfied. I took one of his hands away from my breast and brought it to the hem of my skirt, pressing my palm against him as our hands moved up along my thigh and over my mound through the skirt. "Rub my pussy, right here, right now," I crooned, turning my face so that our mouths met. His hand slipped under my skirt and into my panties, sliding easily into my pussy. He moaned loudly, "You're so fucking wet, baby." His finger danced along my aching slit to find my swollen clitoris and pinch it. I gasped. My ass pressed harder against his cock, moving in circles that grew larger as I became more and more turned on. I didn't care who saw. I only knew Danny would. That was all that mattered. My mouth found him, and I danced my tongue with his, sucking it, pulling it into me like a hungry baby. I could feel his hard cock strain against his jeans. The song ended and I asked him to buy me a drink. We walked back to the table, his arm protectively around my shoulders. He left for a few moments to go to the bar for the drinks. My phone rang again. "Andrea, you're so fucking hot, baby. You got me so hard with your body moving like that on the dance floor. The way you teased him has me like a rock." I was breathless from dancing and the excitement of what I was doing. "I got so turned on knowing you were watching me." "I know. I like that." "What should I so now?" I asked. "What do you want to do?" he asked me, pressing me to pursue a fantasy. "I want to suck his cock. Make him cum hard but not let him fuck me. Leave him hanging." "Ohhhh, yes. Do it." The phone clicked. The stranger returned. It occurred to me then that I did not even know his name...It didn't matter. He took the seat next to mine again, and after placing my drink on the table, resumed rubbing my clit. I spread my legs wider, allowing him better access. I tucked my hand into my shirt and into my bra, pinching my nipple. This really turned him on. "I have to fuck you," he said, matter of fact. "What if I don't want to fuck you?" I asked. "You're a fucking tease." I shrugged, took his hand and replaced mine with his on my breast. "Pinch it." He squeezed my nipple hard, sending waves of pleasure mingled with pain throughout my body. "You like that, don't you, you little tease?" I moaned, nodding my head, unable to speak as he pinched me again, even harder. I grabbed the tent in his pants and squeezed, feeling the length of him in my hand. He slipped a finger into my hot hole and started to fuck me with it, real slow. I unzipped him with one hand and removed his straining member, freeing it from the constraints of his boxers. It stood like a proud soldier between his legs. I admired it for a long moment, enjoying teasing him. He grew impatient and pushed my head down, grabbing me by the back of my hair. "Suck it," he commanded. I was not to be deterred or ordered and knew I had full control of the situation. I could get up and walk away and leave him hanging if I wanted. I pulled back and took a casual sip of my drink. "Tell you what," I began in a thoughtful, bargaining tone. "I'm going to meet you in the men's room in five minutes. Be waiting for me with your jeans off and your cock hard. Stroke it while you wait for me, but don't cum yet." With that, I got up and walked away, leaving him sitting there with his cock hanging out and a dumbfounded look on his face. I knew he was wondering where exactly he lost control in the situation. He was the type of cocky, pompous guy who thought he could always call the shots. Not tonight, I thought to myself as I shook my head and laughed softly. Collision of Fantasy & Reality Ch. 02 This story is purely fictional in nature. This is the second chapter. Thanks to everyone who has written feedback and comments! There was something about a man's fists wrapped around my hair, desperate and aching as he urged his cock further down my throat that caused white hot heat to pulsate between my thighs. As I headed for the bar, I absently touched my tousled chocolate colored curls, remembering the hungry grasps of the two male hands in the bathroom, just moments before. I needed something refreshing to drink and time to both collect myself and to watch the red head moving like a sleek feline on the dance floor. The liquid went down smoothly, cold in my mouth and warm in my belly. I stood facing the dance floor, one arm draped across the brass bar cloudy with hundred of fingerprints. It was difficult not to spot her and she had caught my eye immediately. Danny had known which woman would have captured my fancy. The one I would have wanted to be with for my first time. He knew me so completely, it often scared me. Her hair was the color of burgundy, so rich and deep, I longed to touch it, to lose my fingers in her long ringlets. She looked the epitome of femininity- soft curves, long, sleek legs and slender ankles that I found myself imagining wrapped around my neck. I watched as her hips rolled in a sexy figure eight movement, wrists crossed and lifted above her head as she turned in slow circles, dancing around the grey haired suit who kept one arm possessively around her waist. "Would you like to dance?" My reverie was interrupted by a pleasant looking guy with thick jet black hair slicked back high on his head. I shrugged in agreement and allowed him to lead me onto the floor, if nothing else but to be closer to the red haired raven. I still hadn't decided if I would do it, if she was approachable. The floor had become more crowded since I was last on it, the evening having gotten later. I lost track of how long we danced for, as the songs became more sensual in rhythm. Partners no longer seemed to matter, people dancing with whomever they were next to, bodies touching, clinging, coming apart, and moving. I was lost to the erotic sensations of being fondled and grasped by strangers, my body temperature high as I pressed myself against whoever was closest to me. I soon found myself next to her. She was even more stunning up close. Her complexion was fair, creamy, smooth; mauve colored lips and a glow on her cheeks that made her look ethereal. I licked my lips, thirsty to taste what was beneath the dress of gossamer that hugged every curve, leaving little to the imagination. I was facing her, my eyes closed momentarily, lost in the sensation of strange hands that had wrapped around my hips from behind me, caressing the naked flesh of my stomach above my skirt. They pushed downward, moving with my body, pulling me into hardness. He grinded himself into me, and I felt his hardness slide against my ass. I reached back and pulled his hips further into me as his warm hands slid under my shirt and against my nipples, pulling on them through my blouse. Emerald eyes met my own when I opened them. They traveled down my body and back up, stopping at my nipples for a long moment before again meeting my eyes. Lust flashed between us. She began to mimic my moves, pressing her ass into the attractive black man who had replaced her grey haired partner. She took his hands, brought them to her chest, to rest on her nipples. He needed no further instruction and began to caress them. Stiff points poked through her gauze dress. I licked my lips. She licked hers, her tongue slowly traveling the fullness of her plump mouth. Our hips moved in time to the music, to each other. Fire blazed...the air electric between us. I moved my hands down my hips, and up over my tummy...up to my breasts, covering the hands that were on my nipples and then down to run lightly over my pussy. My mirror imitated me. I could see how turned on she was getting, her eyes turning into small slits as she lost herself in the music and in our mutual movements. I turned, facing my partner, the stiff edge of him pressing into my stomach. I inched us closer to her until we were just touching, my ass pressed into her body. I could feel my skin prickle with excitement. I kept dancing, my legs parted and straddling the thigh in front of me, my hips rolling back and forth, moving against her on each down stroke. I waited for her touch. When it came, I closed my eyes, my insides fluttering. She had pressed herself into my body, her breasts firm between my shoulders, her stomach against my back, her pelvis burning my buttocks. We were sandwiched between the two men, but her body was the only one I was conscious of. Her hands came tentatively to my hips and I covered them with my own palms, squeezing them slightly as I ground my backside into her pussy. I wondered what she would feel like, if she was as wet as I already was. She pushed herself into me, pressing her mound hard in small circles. I felt her breath on my neck and I turned my head slightly toward her. Our lips were only inches apart. I wrapped my fingers into hers and brought them to my stomach, so her arms were circling my body, hugging me. She squeezed me tighter and I moved her hands higher to my chest. She grasped the full globes and I heard her gasp in my ear as she felt the points of my nipples. I reached behind me and between us, finding her firm ass and pulled her even closer, keeping my hand there as we danced. I could feel her breasts shift inside her dress as she moved, pert points pressing into my shoulders. "You're so beautiful," I whispered to her. She moaned, "So are you." I turned then to face her, taking her hips in my hands and drawing her close as I pressed my knee between her legs, lifting her dress slightly. She gasped as my thigh made contact with her pussy. I could feel hair tickle my bare skin and I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. "Fuck," I said under my breath excitedly. I pushed her down further onto my leg. Our eyes met and locked. Everything else around us seemed to stop- it was just her and I on the dance floor. She was riding my leg in time to the music. Her pussy was wet, juices squishing down my leg, her clit a hard pebble pressed into my flesh. I lifted my hands up and dragged them slowly up the sides of her body until I found her breasts, small, firm melons, ripe to my touch. I kneaded them gently; my thumb and forefinger circling puckered nipples. I heard her gasp and felt her tremble. My mouth found her neck, placing soft kisses that barely grazed her deliciously scented flesh. "More," she breathed into my hair. Harder, my lips pressed against her neck. My tongue soon followed- the tip hard and pointed, circling her delicate skin. She mewled, a sound that made my belly flutter and pussy twinge. I pressed the palm of my hand against her breast, rolling it against her nipples. She writhed beneath my touch, impaling herself harder against my leg. I wanted to ravage her right there, taste the sweet nectar between her thighs. A need that had been held dormant was overcoming me. It was a ferocious need...the satisfaction of what I was doing taking over any remnants of previous inhibitions. I thought of Danny and hoped he could see us. He would enjoy seeing me seducing her...watching my lust intensify to the point of complete abandon. Her own ecstasy rivaled mine as she threw her head back and brought my hand down between her legs, pressing it into the flimsy fabric covering her mound. Together, we massaged her cleft, pushing between her vaginal folds until she lurched against me and I knew I found her center. "Tell me your name," I said, my cheek pressed against hers. "Anna," she responded, breathlessly. "Anna..." I began, "I want to make you cum for me right here. I want to feel your pussy tremble against my fingers right here on the dance floor, with everyone around us. Would you like that, Anna?" "Y-yes. Yes," her voice breaking with urgency. "Please...please..." she trailed off. "Please what?" I said, my voice firm, almost challenging. "Please make me cum." "What do you want me to do, Anna?" "Touch me...please. I need to feel your hands on me." She was almost begging and it made me feel ferocious, the power of her impending orgasm in my own hands. "Where do you want me to touch you?" I teased. "Touch my pussy, my clit..." Moans took her over as I glided my fingers over her slit, touching her through her dress, unrelenting in my torment of her. I pulled her, holding her body close to me. Her arms were around me, one hand on my back, another on my buttocks and she was squeezing me, urging me on. My hand went to her thigh, feeling her soft skin, teasing her as I lingered at the hem of her dress and then just beneath it. Nails dug in my back and ass. Sliding along the sweet flesh of her inner thigh, I tortured her, moving several inches up...closer to her aching need...and then back down. She whimpered in my ear. "Pleaseeee," she begged. I was at the soft curve of her inner thigh, the delicate spot of a woman's thigh just below the crevice that leads to hidden pleasure. My fingers caressed her there, feeling wetness. I moaned, knowing I was so close to her opening, knowing I had caused her erotic secretions. I grazed the soft triangle of hair, feeling the damp curls beneath the pads of my finger tips. I pulled on wisps of her hair, tugging at her gently. She breathed in sharply and dug into my ass. Sliding a finger along the opening of her slit, I felt the juices that were coating her hair and longed to taste them. Further, spreading her puffy lips apart, I found her swollen bump and rubbed it, softly up and down, feeling the contours of her clitoral hood, the delicate bumps and curves. "Ohhhh, God...." She breathed her voice barely a whisper. Without warning I slid a single digit into her hot box...velvet warmth surrounding it. She was euphoric, pressing herself into me, trying to make me fill her. I fucked her...long slow strokes into slick wetness. Her breathing was staggered, her hips moving. I slid out of her and brought my finger to my mouth, savoring the musky scent that filled my nostrils, before tasting her. "Mmmmmmm." My eyes closed, her delicious taste reeling my senses, which whet my appetite. I sucked her sweet honey off my fingers before bringing my finger to her own mouth. It was my first taste of another woman and I was loving it. "Taste yourself," I urged. She suckled my finger, her plump lips wrapped around me, her eyes the color of the sea, staring into my own. Removing it from her mouth, I once again found her wetness, circling her clit. I felt her fingers dig into the flesh of my shoulder, heard her gentle moaning in my ear. The sounds of Madonna's Erotica entered my consciousness and I had the thought that it was perfect for this moment, as all I felt, all I was doing...was highly erotic and sensual. That feeling of getting lost in the moment, having your senses...your body take over, so that you lose any feeling of self-consciousness or doubt was incredible... a euphoric high. It was a moment like this that I often felt with Danny even though we had not yet actually been together physically. My mind wandered briefly to Danny and all the many fantasies he had whispered to me at night as my fingers rubbed my own wetness...him watching me with another woman...wanting to see the look on my face as I tasted another woman's pussy for the first time and as I allowed another woman to pleasure me. I wondered if he could see this all, and I concentrated on memorizing every detail of these moments so that I could replay them with him when we were finally together. I slid my middle finger into her warmth, feasting in the sensation of hotness, feeling the walls of her vagina open up to me as I slid past her spongy opening. I reveled in how similar, yet different it felt touching her pussy as compared to my own. Moving my finger in and out of her, I felt almost as if I was fucking myself and the thought turned me on. I added another finger, feeling it slide past her nether lips and into warm darkness where it met the flesh of the other one. I felt her walls open and then close, slick flesh enveloping me. Now fucking her with two fingers, I resumed circling her clit with my thumb. She started bucking her hips against me, seemingly in time to the music and my own movements. I stopped for a moment and felt my fingers slide in and out of her pussy, guided by her own hips. Each time she sucked my fingers into her wetness I had the sensation that I was being engulfed by her and my own pussy tingled with arousal. For the first time I found myself longing to have a cock. I wanted to fuck her and feel her tightness grip the flesh of my hard cock. I wanted to be inside of her deeper than my fingers would allow, feeling the head of my cock pressed against her cervix. To fuck her until she came so I could feel the fluttering of her vagina around me. I was mad with desire and started fucking her again, the tempo of my fingers thrusting into her with short, rapid strokes now. "Oh, fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she repeated in my ear over and over. I loved the sound of her voice saying 'Fuck'. It made me feel euphoric...as if I had her orgasm literally in my hands. The power of that, combined with the sensuality of the evening and her obvious pleasure was nearly blinding. "You're so fucking wet, Anna. You feel so good. Your pussy is so nice and tight," I cooed in her ear. She responded by fucking my hand harder. "Ah...ah...ah!" she moaned. Her voice was now gone, monosyllables indicating the proximity of her orgasm...the fierceness of her pleasure. "Cum on my hand, Anna. Fuck my hand like a good girl. Yes....fuck me with your tight pussy, Anna. Harder...fuck me." Her hips were thrashing against me and I was fucking her in staccato bursts, feeling her pussy open up to me and her wetness flow down. My thumb was circling her clit swiftly, moving over her stiff, swollen bump in rapid 360 degree succession as my two other fingers drove into her in an onslaught of deeply penetrating thrusts. "Oh...oh...oh....!" She was close. I could feel her walls tighten around me. "Now, Anna. Now!" With that I drove into her faster and harder. "Ohhhhh...fuck...oh God....oh fuck.....yes....I'm cumming...I'm cumming...I'm fucking cumming!" She clutched my body fiercely, almost violently as she found her gratification. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the intensity of her pussy quivering around my fingers...the gush of hot liquid that spurted against them...the slickness of her clit now drenched under my still present finger. I continued to circle her slowly, sensuously, knowing how sensitive she would be after her orgasm...wanting to prolong her pleasure and not quickly remove myself from her. Her chest was heaving and I felt her hands grasp and hug the back of my neck, the heaviness of my long hair resting on her hands and wrists. She was trying to catch her breath, to steady herself. I waited until I felt the contractions of her pussy slow and nearly dissipate before I removed my fingers from her carefully and with great deliberation. The song had changed by now, the intensity of moments before leaving heaviness in the air between us. She looked into my eyes and leaned into me. Her lips touched my own. They were soft and full, a lightly grazing feather. Her kiss was barely detectable to the touch but was lasting. When it ended, she reached for the hand that had been inside of her and gave me my middle finger while she slid my pointer finger into her mouth. We licked her juices off together, our foreheads touching, our eyes locked. It was incredibly sensual and I knew that we were not yet done. She wanted more and I...could not have stopped if I wanted to. "Have a drink with me?" she asked, her head cocked, searching my eyes. I nodded and she took my hand, led me through the crowd and to a room that was darker than the rest of the bar. Cushioned seats surrounded tables and couches were tucked into corners. Dozens of people were milling about, drinks in hand, flirting, laughing, talking, dancing in twos, threes and even fours. A few nodded and said 'hey' as Anna pulled me past them to a table in the corner. The grey suit was there as well as some very attractive women and men. I had the sensation that the roles had reversed now and it was she who was seducing me. I was no longer in control. She ordered me a drink and looked me over long and hard. Her hand was resting under her chin gracefully, her middle, ring and pinkie fingers slightly raised, half obstructing my view of her lips. "You've never done this before," she said finally. It wasn't a question. My look must have been confused as she said, "You couldn't tell from the way you touched me. But I know these things." She removed her hand from under her chin and it came to rest on my thigh. She leaned in closer to me. "You were very hot. I can't remember the last time I was so turned on." Her hand moved to my inner thigh. "What's your name?" "Andrea," I replied. "You're not from around here. I haven't seen you before." I shook my head in answer although it was a rhetorical statement. "What brings you here tonight, Andrea?" I hesitated, unsure what to say, how much to tell. "I'm meeting someone." My thoughts shifted to Danny and I quickly scanned the room, trying to see if I could spot him. The room was too dim and crowded. Her eye brows raised and she said, "Oh," in an almost telling tone. The waitress came with our drinks. She lifted her glass. "To first times." She started to bring the glass to her lips but stopped and added, "And to hopefully not last times." We drank, my heart hammering in my chest. I was so turned on. I wanted to touch her again...be touched by her. We began to talk. She told me about her work. I told her about school. Her hand never left my leg but her fingers began to rub the soft skin, reaching closer and closer to my panties. I could feel the wetness flow from my pussy. My body felt hot, my skin prickly with heat and lust. I felt my nipples stiff, poking against the fabric of my shirt. I longed for her to touch them. Eventually we were interrupted, friends of hers coming over to sit with us. She welcomed them warmly but I felt almost annoyed by the intrusion. "Ed, Gloria, Tom, Sue...this is Andrea." We nodded hellos and they sat and joined us. The drinks and conversation flowed. There was a high level of sexual energy in the air. The two couples were very attractive. Gloria and Sue were complete opposites. Gloria had blonde hair, cut short which framed her round, heart shaped face and powder blue eyes. She was shorter than Sue and curvier with fuller hips and breasts. Sue on the other hand had jet black hair; brown eyes lined heavily with liner, giving her a smoky, sultry look. She had high cheek bones and long legs. The men were also attractive and appeared to be older than the two women. Ed had sandy brown hair, graying at the temples. He was tall and had broad shoulders, solid arms and a dimple in his chin. Tom on the other hand was shorter, his short hair black and curly, his chest broad but stocky, his skin olive colored and his smile bright and very charming. I had the feeling he melted women everywhere he went. Gloria and Sue were sitting next to one another and kept touching, casually at first but I noticed their hands would linger a little too long on the other's hand or arm. Ed and Tom were on either side of the women, their chairs pulled in as if creating a circle. Collision of Fantasy & Reality Ch. 02 On occasion, Tom or Ed would rub the backs or arms of the women, or slide their hands to Sue or Gloria's thighs as they talked sports, leaning in to hear one another as the two women carried on their own conversation, with Anna and myself at first and then after a while, with only each other. I sat quietly watching them, feeling somewhat excluded from their little party, but unable to turn my attention away from the sexuality so apparent in front of me. I wanted to see what would happen next. It was then that I felt her hands on the crotch of my panties. She was rubbing my slit slowly with her thumb. I felt her lips at my ear. "You're so wet, baby." I watched as Gloria's hand moved between Sue's legs. It looked as if the men had spread apart the thighs of the women, as if giving them easier access to one another. Sue began to caress Gloria's breasts through her blouse, her fingers prodding nipples to life. They leaned in and kissed. It was a very sensual kiss, their lips mesmerizing me as I watched them. When I saw Gloria's tongue enter Sue's mouth, I felt my pussy throb. I turned to look at Anna and knew my eyes were dark with desire. Her eyes went to my lips and mine hers. She licked her own lips and then leaned in, her face merely inches from mine, causing my heart to beat faster in anticipation. Her eyes closed but mine remained open long enough to watch her lips touch mine for the first time. They were so soft and tender against my own. My lips yielded eagerly, hungry for her kiss, which deepened as our urgency increased, as our need to devour each other intensified. When her tongue slipped past the entrance to my mouth, I took it eagerly within my own and sucked on it, feeling the velvet of her tongue glide past my own, which was curled so that hers could nestle in between the soft folds. I sucked her in and gently glided her out, repeatedly...slowly...painstakingly tantalizing us both. I heard her moan at the back of her throat and when her hand went to my neck, pulling me further against her; I reached my own hand out to clasp her, drawing her breasts against my own. The feel of softness upon softness made me feel completely aroused. My other hand reached out to touch her, caressing the soft flesh of her arm, the sides of her breast and hip. When her finger tucked itself inside my panties and touched my slick slit, I gasped into her mouth, losing her tongue. She took my own in response and began to suckle it, causing my nipples to become painfully erect and gooseflesh to pop out over my arms. Her finger slid along my slit before venturing deeper in to find my engorged clit and rub it with a gentleness I had never felt before except when touching myself. My pelvis thrust up at her, wanting more of her touch, wanting to take her deeper inside of me. Wetness poured from my caverns as she masturbated me. When she stuck her finger inside me, I welcomed it by spreading my legs open wider and raising my hips off the chair as I leaned back, pulling her with me. Her tongue fucked mine in rhythm to her finger thrusting in and out of my pussy. She straddled my thighs, her finger never losing contact or rhythm with my pussy and began to rock against me, rolling her hips back and forth so her mound was pressed against the top of mine. I was holding her close; we were pulling into each other wildly, trying to press inside one another. Her dress was high on her thighs, barely covering her pussy or ass and I found her own wetness easily and began to play with her clit and folds of her pussy as she fucked me. "Fuck me, Andy," she whispered into my mouth. "Fuck me as I fuck you." The recognition of the use of my nickname flashed mildly into my consciousness and then back out again. I slid my fingers easily into her and found a rhythm that matched hers. It was completely depraved- our pussies hunching toward each other, our fingers deep inside one another's hotness, finger fucking each other's holes as fast as we could as we drank one another's lips and tongue...our breasts mashed together, nipples dragging against fabric and nipple. Faster and faster we fucked. Harder and deeper we kissed. As my orgasm approached, I pulled my mouth away from hers, my moaning load and uncontrollable. "Suck my nipples, please, Anna. Please. I need to feel your mouth on them." She bent her head and her lips enclosed on one of my nipples, her saliva coating it as she bathed it with her tongue. My pussy was fluttering, juices flowing uncontrollably. I looked over her bent head and saw Gloria licking Sue's nipples while Sue was leaning back, her hands inside her own pussy as well as up Gloria's skirt. The sight of Gloria's pink tongue on Sue's dark long nipples made me delirious. Sue was masturbating both herself and Gloria which was driving me fucking crazy. Ed and Tom had their cocks out and were stroking them, now standing as they watched the women. It was one of the hottest scenes I had ever witnessed. Sue looked over at me and her eyes locked on mine as Gloria got between her legs and lifted her skirt to expose her pussy, her mouth planted on Sue's dark bush. I could see her tongue flickering, pressing into her as she ate Sue out. Sue's gaze never left mine. She began to pull on her own nipples...and then reached out to take a cock in each hand and start jacking the men off as Gloria went to town on her puss. "Ohhhh...ohhhhhh," I heard myself say. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum. Oh fuck Anna...FUCCCCKKKK!!!!" I screamed as a powerful orgasm ripped through my body. Anna kept her hips moving slowly against me until she eventually slowed to a stop. She came to rest on my thighs, and we kissed tenderly as she gently played with my lips and clit while she continued to finger fuck me gently until my contractions stopped. She stood slowly, her legs a little shaky from the exertion her muscles just went through. I steadied her with my hands and kept her there in front of me. I reached out and ran them over and across her body. I looked up, still wanting her and lifted her dress, bringing it to her hands so she could hold it. My hands ran lightly across her mound before spreading her lips apart with my fingers so I could see her. It was the first time I had another woman's pussy up close and I was entranced by the beauty of her swollen pink lips coated with wet juices and the round nub nestled between them. I rubbed her open slit with my two thumbs and began to explore her with my fingers, using her facial expressions and movements as my guide. I leaned in so I could smell her and inhaled her delicious musky scent. My tongue snaked out and lapped the length of her slit and I marveled at the pungent saltiness and slippery wetness that met my tongue. My tongue flicked her clit for along time before taking it within my mouth and suckling it. After a while I lowered my head and slowly stuck my tongue inside her pussy, feeling her warmth engulf my tongue. I tongue fucked her as I rubbed her clit. She now had one hand holding the dress up, the other at the back of my head, pushing my face into her pussy. I loved the way it felt so similar to the way it feels when a man pushes my head into his groin as I sucked his cock. I looked over behind Anna in time to see Gloria on her knees with Tom's cock in her mouth as Sue was straddling Ed's fat cock, sliding her mini skirt up her smooth legs and settling herself against his still clothed body. I watched as her pussy engulfed his cock slowly as she took him inch by inch. Her dark pussy lips were spread by the width of his cock and it made me hot watching his cock disappear between her folds and into her depth. As she rode him I fucked Anna with my tongue, using my fingers to rub her hard clit furiously. She egged me on, her hands pushing my head deeper into her, her pelvis thrusting against my mouth savagely. She was already close, as she had not cum while we were fucking each other moments before. I heard her moaning, "Oh, ohhh..oh...." seconds before I felt the walls of her pussy start to contract and a gush of hot juice pour forth, covering my tongue. I kept fucking her, now thrusting three fingers deep inside her in fast, short and hard thrusts. Her orgasm continued, her pussy soaking my fingers, her velvet walls fluttering around them as my tongue flicked her clit. Her bucking hips came to a slower thrust and then a stop as she stood still above me, her hands still in my hair. I looked up to see her beautiful face content, her eyes closed, her hair hanging down her back in loose curls. I removed my fingers and tongue carefully and slowly ran my palm up and down her pussy, as if I was petting her, feeling the softness of her hair. Her eyes opened and met mine. "I love your pussy," I said with a smile. She smiled a lazy smile and said, "I know." She turned her head to look over her shoulder where my eyes had wandered. When she looked back at me, she said, "Hot, huh?" I nodded. She stepped around my thighs and smoothed her dress down and settled into a chair, pulling it close to me. We both watched the sight in front of us. I was getting more and more turned on by the second. The taste of Anna's pussy on my tongue, her juices still wet on my fingers and Sue fucking Ed while Gloria alternated between licking Sue's pussy and the base of Ed's cock as it slid in and out of Sue's pussy and deep-throating Tom's cock had me lost in a world of lust and complete depravity. I wished Danny were there at that moment. I ached to have his cock fill me up, his arms strong around me. Anna must have seen the wistful look on my face and asked me who I was thinking of. "The person I'm supposed to meet tonight." "Why don't you call him?" I thought I caught a look of mischief on her face. I nodded and reached into my purse, pressed a button. He answered with, "You've got me so fucking hard here, baby." "Are you watching me, Danny?" I asked in a low voice, self-conscious suddenly with Anna there listening. "Yes," he answered gruffly. "I saw you on the dance floor with that attractive woman, rubbing your body against her. I couldn't see exactly what you were doing but from the looks of it, it made her crazy. I saw you lick her. It made me nearly cum in my pants." I groaned at the thought, growing more excited. "I'm watching you now," he added. "You're watching me now?" I asked, my voice nearly a whisper. "Yes." His voice was sexy, low and I was getting incredibly turned on. I felt Anna's lips on my neck, her tongue pressing against my flesh as she sucked and licked my skin. I gasped. "That's so sexy, watching another woman turn you on...lick your neck. Just like I'm going to do to you later." My eyes darted about the room, looking for him. "Where are you?" Her lips moved lower and were now licking and kissing the flesh between my breasts as she unbuttoned my blouse. My pulse was racing. "In the corner. To the left of you." I turned my attention to the left of the dimly lit room, scanned the crowd until I saw him. He was tall, his shoulders broad. He pulled his cell away from his ear and waved it at me when he saw he had my attention. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach fluttered. He had sunglasses on which made it difficult to really see what he looked like. The room was dark, casting shadows on his face so I could hardly make out his features. That turned me on even more for some reason. I could see him but there was still the unknown of what he looked like up close. Anna's mouth found my breast and I gasped into the phone as her tongue captured a nipple and began to flick it before she took it all within her mouth. I moaned. "Feels good, doesn't it, baby? Her mouth on your hard nipple. You like getting your nipples sucked by another woman, don't you?" I whimpered in response, my pussy turning into molten liquid by Anna's mouth alternating between my breasts, her tongue playing havoc on my hard nipples. "Such a good girl. Daddy's good little girl. Tell Daddy what she's doing to you, baby." My voice nearly a cry, "She's sucking my nipples, Daddy. Her tongue is licking them fast...oh God so fast. My nipples are so fucking hard and tight. Oh God...now she's sucking them. Ohhhhh fuck...." I was slouched back in my chair, my vision filled with Danny...Anna's mouth on my breasts...the couples in front of me. Ed had pushed his chair back from the table, taking Sue with him, leaving room for Tom to get behind Gloria, who was now kissing Sue and playing with her pert breasts. Tom's cock was now against Gloria's round ass, rubbing it between her cheeks before spreading them with one hand and sliding inside her pussy. "Oh my God....Danny...I need to be fucked. I need you to fuck me." "Soon, baby...soon. I want to watch you a little while longer. I want to hear you cum with her." "Ohhhhh...I cried, the sound breaking off into a strangled one as Anna pressed my breasts together making my nipples touch and started to rapidly tongue them. "What do you want her to do to you?" "I want her to touch me. Make me cum." Anna smiled at me and slid her hand between my legs. Finding my soaked panties, she pressed her palm against my slit and massaged me, my clit smashed against my panties, the pressure from her hand driving me wild. "Oh God...she's rubbing my pussy through my panties Danny. Her hand is pressed right against my clit, massaging it. Oh fuck that feels good." My free hand went to my breasts and I continued to pinch and rub them, the sensations traveling to my pussy where Anna now had the crotch of my panties pulled to the side, her thumb traveling slowly along my slit, tantalizing me. "I have my cock out of my pants, stroking it as I'm watching you play with your own breasts. Lick them for me." I lifted one up to my mouth and flicked my tongue against the hard point. I pursed my lips and began to suck it, enclosing the nipple between them. "Oh you're so good, baby. That's so hot..." I could hear his breathing getting more ragged. "What else do you want her to do to you, baby?" "I want her to touch me, rub my clit..." Anna obeyed, her thumb running over the ridge of my clit, sending shivers down my spine. "Go ahead...what else. Tell her what you want her to do to you." He urged me. I could see his hand underneath the table and although I could not see his cock, his pumping arm told me what he was doing which made me even wetter. "I want her to take my panties off and lick them...lick my juices off them." I was completely into what was happening now. Anna slid my sopping panties off and brought them to her nose. Her eyes closed as she inhaled my scent before beginning to lick the wet crotch, stuffing it into her mouth as she sucked on it. I moaned, "Touch me...oh God please touch me. Don't stop!" Her fingers went back to doing their magic and she strummed my clit. I could feel my orgasm build within my insides. "Lick me...I need to feel your tongue on me! God! Please do it! Please lick me!" She pushed me back even further in the chair, my skirt around my waist and I waited in anticipation for the touch of her tongue. She was looking at me, examining me. "Such a pretty pussy," I heard her murmur. I took her head and pushed it into me. "Eat me!" I was trembling. "Oh yeah...you're so horny, aren't you, baby? So fucking horny. What a little slut, begging her to eat you. Are you Daddy's slut?" Danny asked into the phone, his voice dripping with lust. This was one of our favorite scenarios, and now it was actually happening. "Yes! Yes! I'm your slut. I'm your fucking slut, Daddy!" "Tell her you're her slut too. Tell her to fuck your pussy good," he ordered his voice gruff, demanding. "Fuck your slut's pussy, Anna. Fuck your slut's pussy good!" My hips thrust up to meet her tongue which slid easily into my hot hole. "Yeah...Oh yeah!" I cried out. "Harder!" Anna's tongue rammed my pussy with short strokes, her fingers rubbing my swollen nub. My vision was blurry, lust clouding me. I watched Sue ramming herself down on Ed as Tom fucked Gloria fast from behind, his hands playing with her full breasts. Gloria and Sue were rubbing each other's clits while they kissed deeply. It made me fucking wild. "Fuck that pussy Anna...Fuck me with your fingers! I need my pussy filled!" Anna shoved three fingers inside me and began to suck hard on my clit, making my body tremble with waves of pleasure. I fucked her hand furiously. "Oh yeah...she's filling my cunt up good, Daddy. Her hands are where your hard cock is going to be later. She's making me nice and ready for you!" "Oh baby...you're so fucking good. Fuck her fingers...fuck them like you're going to fuck my cock..." he was moaning, breathing heavily. "God, I want to lick your pussy...I want to lick your juices off her fingers...Would you like that?" "Oh yes...I want you to lick her fingers clean, Daddy. I want you to taste her mouth on my pussy. I want to watch her suck your cock and get it nice and hard for me while you lick me clean. Ohhhhhh...." Anna increased the tempo of her fingers, her tongue now lapping my clit and lips. "Oh fuck yeah...I'm gonna fuck you with my cock that has her saliva on it, baby. Would you like that?" "Yes...oh yes...I want you to fuck us both...I want you to slide your cock into my cunt, Daddy and get it all wet and juicy and then slide it into her cunt. I want you to fuck her with my cunt juices on your cock!" With that Danny lost it. I heard the unmistakable sounds of him going over the edge. "Cum for me, Andrea. Cum for me baby. Now!!!!" "Yes, Daddy...I'm going to cum for you!" Anna slammed her fingers in me deep and held onto my clit between her lips, sucking it for dear life. "I'm cumming...Oh fuck, I'm cumming!!" I screamed. Waves came crashing around me...the world grew dark, pin points of light shattering across my eyes. I felt awash with red velvet surrounding me, caressing my insides, my shoulders, my back and breasts. Danny was breathing heavily into the phone, muttering 'fuck' and inhaling and exhaling deeply over and over. "There's a hotel down the block. Meet me there in half an hour, Andy. I can't wait any longer. I need you." I nodded, dumbly, unable to speak. But it didn't matter; he had already hung up. When I came to my senses finally, Anna was watching the scene in front of us. Tom was pulling his cock out of Gloria and exploded in a white gush of cream over her backside. Ed was rubbing his cock on the outside of Sue's dark lips as he came in a thick spurt, splashing her dark hair with milky white cream. The contrast made me tremble. When I looked over at Anna, she smiled at me. She wordlessly handed me a napkin with her number scrawled on it and leaned over to kiss me quickly on my lips before getting up. I noticed the outline of her lips in lipstick on the napkin. I watched her walk away until she was engulfed by the crowd. I got up slowly from the table and made my way to the restroom without saying goodbye to the foursome. They were lost in each other at that point anyway and I doubted I would be missed. Still in a trance, and overwhelmed by the evening when I arrived at the hotel, I paced in front of it for a long while, sucking in the freshness of the night air. I was full of anticipation of finally being with Danny and also slightly nervous about what it would be like to be alone in the same room together. Even though I was satisfied sexually so many times already that evening, I still wanted more. I wanted him. He was who I really wanted. I stood outside breathing deeply until I had suitably recovered my senses and pushed open the revolving hotel door. To be continued... Collision of Fantasy & Reality I dialed Danny. "He's going to meet me in the men's room in five minutes. Wait until I go in and then let yourself in. I want you to listen as he cums for me. Would you do that for me, daddy?" "Yes," he responded in a hoarse voice. I knew he was going crazy, that this was pleasing him. When I entered the rest room, it was empty. I walked to the stall at the end and slowly pushed the door open. He stood there with his jeans off, cock in hand. It was red and looked nearly bursting, the purple tip glistening with his pre-cum. I stood back and untied my blouse, letting it fall to my shoulders. "Keep stroking for me," I ordered him. My fingers met my nipples and rubbed them in a slow, lazy circular motion. I moved three fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, taunting him. He growled. In the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow walk quietly into the room. I did not look in his direction, although I could sense his presence there, could smell his scent from the cologne he sprayed on a letter he once sent to me. My skin prickled with his nearness. I lifted my skirt and played with my puffy folds, moving the panty to the side so that my bald pussy was exposed for the stranger's view. Danny wouldn't be able to see with me at this angle but he would know what I was doing. I dipped one finger and then two into my dripping honey pot and then lifted them to my mouth, tasting myself noisily. The stranger was moaning, his sounds filling up the bathroom. I just smiled. I turned so that my ass was now facing Danny and lifted my skirt, exposing my round buttocks. Again, I moved my panties, to allow my pussy to hang free between my thighs, giving Danny a good view. My fingers found my wet slit again and I rubbed my clit, moaning in pleasure. I had never been as wet as I was at that moment in my life. Knowing both Danny and the stranger were watching me, and turned on by me was making me wild. I heard Danny stifle a gasp. I sauntered into the stall where the stranger and his cock were and brought my wet juices to his mouth. "Lick my fingers clean," I said softly in a firm voice. He obliged noisily, his mouth hungry on my fingers. "You like?" "You have the sweetest fucking pussy I have ever tasted," he answered. I got to my knees, my ass sticking up and out of the stall as I bent toward my handsome stranger's red, glistening cock. I pulled on his legs slightly to indicate he should move forward. I wanted his cock to be sticking out of the doorframe so Danny could watch me suck him. My tongue began to lick the sides of his cock. He was hot and throbbing beneath my mouth and he gasped loudly at my first touch. I covered every inch of his meat with my saliva and tongue before taking his entire rod within the heat of my wet mouth. He let out a gargled sound, a scream he tried to quiet. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his knees nearly buckled as my mouth clamped down on him like a vise. "Oh fuck, yeah. Suck that fucking cock, baby." My mouth bobbed up and down the length of him, my tongue lapping him as I sucked. "You are a good fucking cock sucker," he cried out, his breath ragged and hoarse. I moaned against his dick, causing vibrations to shoot through the length of him as I brought my fingers to my clit and began to rub myself. I was slippery with slick juices. I rocked against my own hand as I sucked the cock in my mouth with every ounce of energy I had. I heard the unzipping of a zipper and knew Danny had taken his cock out and was stroking himself as he watched. I wanted to turn and look but I wanted to carry the fantasy out in its entirety. My first look at him would be when we were alone. The stranger had one of his arms stretched his palm flat against the wall. He had a fistful of my long brown curls bunched in his other hand, urging me on. I could feel the head of his cock against the back of my throat. The hand not buried in my pussy found his balls and I squeezed and massaged them, feeling them tighten in my palm. I knew he was going to cum soon and this turned me on even more. "Oh fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna shoot my load right in your throat. You want my cum? You wanna swallow my load, baby?" I nodded my head vigorously, his cock moving with my head. I whimpered as I felt my own orgasm approach. "Rub that pussy, baby. Cum with me as I empty my balls deep in your throat. Ohhh fuck, yes." His hand grabbed my hair tighter, pulling my mouth deeper onto him. I cleared my throat so I wouldn't gag with the sudden movement. His cock pulsed and I felt hot liquid spurt in my mouth, slide against my tongue and down my throat. I heard Danny groaning along with the stranger and I lost it. My pussy starting contracting around my fingers, wetness seeping out from my velvet hole. Tidal waves of pleasure washed over my body violently. The stranger kept cumming and I kept swallowing, my mind hazy from my own orgasm...Danny's...the stranger's. As I slid my mouth slowly from his cock, it made a wet popping sound. I sat back on my heels and looked up at the guy's face and saw satisfaction written all over it. He was breathing hard and staring at me. When he had caught his breath, he reached for my hand and pulled me up and toward him, crushing his mouth against my own. His hands played with my breasts on top of my bra before reaching around me to unhook it. He slid off both my shirt and bra, and they fell to the tiled floor. My nipples puckered as I felt the coolness of the air caress them. He bent to take one in his mouth and my head fell back as he sucked expertly on it, squeezing the other with his fingers before finding it too with his mouth. "I want to fuck you," he said. I shook my head. "Why not?" "I'm saving my pussy for someone." "Who?" he demanded as he pinched my nipples, sending waves of desire through me. "My daddy." "Hmmm...I wish I had a daughter like you," he murmured. "Can I at least lick you?" "Just don't fuck me." I knew I was pushing my luck but I also knew he would be agreeable since he would rather taste me than send me out of the bathroom at that moment. He led me out of the stall and pushed me against the wall, knelt behind me and rubbed my thighs and ass with his hands as his tongue licked the skin where his hands had been. I felt my skirt being lifted and I reached around to hold the hem up for him. He murmured his approval and roughly pushed aside my underwear. His tongue found my ass and licked the sensitive flesh there before pressing his tongue into it. I closed my eyes and whimpered with pleasure. "I'd love to fuck that tight hole," he said, his face buried in me. I pushed my ass back against him in response and he tongue fucked me harder. "Ohhhh, fuck," I moaned. "Lick my asshole. Yessss...." My tits were pressed flat against the cold tiles, making my nipples ache. I fucked his tongue with my ass, my hips moving back and forth in a quick sawing motion. I begged him to fuck it harder. I didn't know how I was going to keep myself from letting him fuck me. His mouth moved to my pussy and I had to muffle my scream with my face buried in my upper arm. "You're so fucking wet. You're a horny little bitch aren't you?" I didn't say anything so he asked again, this time punctuating the question with a stinging slap on my ass. "Ahh! Yes, yes...oh, fuck yes...I'm a horny little bitch...Just don't stop eating me," I cried out, my passivity taking me over as I lost myself in the feelings coming from my pussy. "Get on your hands and knees." I scrambled down and lifted my ass high in the air. He pulled my sopping wet panties down to my knees roughly. "Play with yourself. Rub that little pussy of yours." My hands reached between my legs and found my swollen nub and started to rub it furiously. "That's it. Oh, yes...rub it good, baby." I felt his cock hard and moving against the back of my thigh and knew he was stroking himself as he watched me masturbate. "You're so hot," he breathed as he pumped himself. "You got yourself a little audience here, baby. I bet you wouldn't mind sucking another cock, would you?" I hadn't heard anyone else come in but suddenly there was someone standing next to me. I saw black shoes and the cuffs of a pair of black trousers. My heart beat quickened. Danny! A strong hand gently took a fistful of my hair, moving my head to his cock. I couldn't see his face at the angle I was in. But I could see his cock. It was thick, and smaller in length than the other one I just had in my mouth. But, I didn't care. It was Danny's cock! And he tasted delicious...warm and hard in my mouth. I sucked the head of his cock, wrapping my lips around it as far as I could, my tongue pressed flat against his sweet spot under the tip, dragging it against it as I bobbed my head down along his length. I heard him sigh and urge my mouth further down him as he pushed my head and moved his hips, fucking my mouth. I couldn't move my body, my panties hooked around my knees, effectively anchoring me in place. The stranger had his fingers inside of me, fucking me with his hand, stretching my tight hole as he pulled his fingers apart inside of me and pushed them back together when pulling out. It felt so fucking good- getting finger fucked by this stranger and fucking Danny's cock with my mouth! The stranger was rubbing my clitoris, his cock throbbing against my ass, rubbing it up and down my hole as he finger fucked me. I started humping his hand, fucking it with my pussy, my mouth going to town on Danny's cock. Blood had rushed to my head and it was pounding, tiny dots of light behind the darkness of my closed eyes. I heard groaning, the two men ready to explode, pulling me right to the edge along with them. Semen exploded in my mouth, against my ass and down my legs to my stockings. I let out a scream, my mouth removed from Danny's cock, my cunt contracting so hard it hurt. My back arched, the spine stiffening and cracking with the sudden movement. I kept fucking the guy's fingers, as I came all over his hand. I heard him whisper, "Fuck, yes. Cum on my hand." When my orgasm subsided, my body drooped, exhausted. Danny was gone when I finally looked up but the stranger was still there, already standing and pulling his jeans back on. He helped me up and handed me paper towels to wipe up. As I did, he watched me. "I don't even know your name," he said finally. "Andrea." I smiled weakly. "Seth," he stated. "It was nice to meet you." We laughed. There was a moment of long silence. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet, and then a card, handing it to me. I looked down, reading, "Seth Wilson, Independent Contractor." "You can reach me at either number on there. Call me...I want to see you again...Whether it's with your daddy or not." My eyes searched his face for a long moment. He stepped toward me and kissed me softly, my lips easily pliable under his. And then he was gone. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, smoothed down my hair which was badly tousled and applied some lip gloss. When I was suitably refreshed, I called him. "That was fucking incredible," I breathed into the phone as soon as he answered. "You are so goddamn hot, Andrea. I came twice watching you." "I loved the way your cock tasted," I crooned. There was a brief silence and then he said, "You like red heads, right? There is one on the dance floor. She's with some older guy. They're part of a private party. Looks like they have a room in the back. I think you should seduce her." My eyes widened and I looked at myself briefly in the mirror again, feeling as if this whole night was surreal. "I can't believe this is all happening." "I want to do everything with you, Andy." He was the only one who ever called me that. I smiled at the intimacy. "I want to do everything with you too, Danny...This is so intense." My voice was low, barely a whisper. "I know," he said softly. "I can't wait until later." "Me neither." We said good-bye and I looked myself over one more time, before leaving the restroom. * To be continued... 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