I am a twenty-three-year-old graduate student at a small Southern university. I have long black hair, medium-size breasts and a knockout figure that I’ve managed to keep despite a steady diet of beer, bar pies, and other fattening treats usually associated with the college lifestyle.
Recently, my boyfriend Grant decided that we needed a change from the weekend party grind. He suggested that I dress up and let him take me to a dance club. I accepted his offer immediately. So, clad in my favorite garter belt with sheer black thigh-high stockings, my shortest, tightest minidress and a pair of white leather shoes with platform heels—no panties of course; they wouldn’t be necessary—we left our off-campus apartment and headed out into the night.
The club was crowded and the bass was pumping. The urge to abandon my body to the beat was irresistible, and the pleasure of moving my hips in time with the music was almost too much, especially with Grant grinding his hard cock against me as we danced close together. Admiring the way I moved my body, Grant suggested that we leave the floor and dance in one of the cages set up on the raised stage. That way, he could show me off, and all the guys in the club could get a chance to see me.
Once we were in the cage, my boyfriend wasted no time. He stood behind me, grabbed my hips and held me against his grinding pelvis while working his hands to the insides of my thighs. Drawing me close to him, Grant asked if I wanted him to touch me, and if I would mind if everyone in the place saw him do sexy things to my body. In response, I simply moaned, bent over and grabbed the bars of the cage to brace myself, offering myself to him. Grant grasped my hips even tighter and pretended to fuck me from behind. Then he stepped back and hiked my skirt up above my ass, exposing my aroused pussy to the entire club.
Being watched turned Grant on even more, and it was doing the same thing to me. My pussy was hot and throbbing, and a mixture of sweat and sex juice ran down the insides of my thighs. Then Grant took things even further, fucking me furiously with his fingers, rolling my clit like a ball in oil. I ached for him to be inside me and knew that the only thing between my cunt and his thick cock was the crowd below.
As if reading my mind, Grant ran his fingers all over my pussy, massaging my swollen lips for a moment before his fingers dove deep inside. He moved in and out slowly at first, then went faster and faster. My cunt throbbed with pleasure, and when I looked down onto the dance floor, I could see a number of people looking up at us, some even whispering to their partners. I found that I loved the thrill of being watched, and stood with my legs wide open, letting Grant slide his fingers in and out of my body until I came with a shudder. I bit my lower lip to stifle a cry—not that it would have been heard in the noise of the club—and my pussy muscles squeezed and sucked Grant’s fingers throughout the duration of my orgasm.
I shivered and shook for a few moments, and then Grant turned me around and took me in his arms. He kissed me hard on the mouth and told me that he was proud of me. We would have stayed there longer, but the bulge in Grant’s pants required immediate attention. Practically running, we went back out to the car, and I squeezed my boyfriend’s hard cock as he fumbled for his keys. Our plan was to drive home and fuck the night away, but we decided that we couldn’t even wait that long.
Once inside the car, Grant pushed back the driver’s seat while I worked open his fly. Then I pulled out his hard dick and quickly took it in my mouth. I sucked it down to the root, and then drew my lips up the length of his shaft. Then, with long, slow laps, I dragged my tongue up and down over his veiny rod.
While I sucked Grant’s cock, I massaged his balls in my hand. Soon he was moaning and groaning and thrusting his hips in an effort to fuck my face. I held still so that he could do it, taking the opportunity to work my fingers under my skirt and into my pussy, which was wet and throbbing again. I pressed against my clit, sending tiny sparks all throughout my body. Then I drove my fingers into my hole and thrust them in and out, fucking myself.
Meanwhile, Grant continued driving his cock into my O-shaped mouth, and I could feel the spongy head hit the back of my throat again and again. He grabbed my hair as his shaft swelled, and I fingered myself even faster, wanting to come at the same time he did. I was moaning loudly by this point, and I’m sure the vibrations of my mouth only added to the total experience for him. Suddenly, Grant grunted and his cock pulsed against my tongue as shot after shot of tasty, creamy come flooded my mouth and slid down my throat. I came then as well, and even though I was racked with orgasmic spasms, I managed to swallow down his entire load.
After that, we were finally calm enough to drive home, though the minute we got into the house we were at it again, fucking like bunnies. Showing off for an audience at that club had really turned us both on, and we resolved to do it again, soon. As for our audience—well, we’ve spent many evenings imagining the dancing that must have gone on for the rest of the night, or even better—what went on in their bedrooms when they got home!
—Ms. M.W., Atlanta, Georgia