Becca Bellamy
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A Naughty Night Out
🕑 Added 2024-10-22 03:22:33 +0000 UTC"Where are you and your girlfriends going tonight?" you asked as your beautiful girlfriend ordered an Uber on her phone. She looked stunning in a short skirt, a skimpy top, and a pair of heels.
"A club," she replied. "Probably a few clubs, actually."
You approached and ran your fingers over her ass, which felt stunningly good through the thin, remarkably soft material of her skirt. "You know, guys are going to hit on you. I mean, you look really fucking good, so guys are definitely going to hit on you."
She slipped her phone into her little handbag and turned to you with a smile on her face. She stepped closer and pressed her body against yours. Her big, perky breasts felt soft and spectacular and you were certain she wasn't wearing a bra, though she rarely needed to.
"That's right, baby," she said. "Guys are absolutely going to hit on me. Hot guys, too, and it's going to feel really, really good when they do."
She leaned in and kissed your neck. Her lips felt soft and warm and when she moaned you felt your cock stir to life as arousal crept through your body.
"What are you going to do when they hit on you?" you asked.
She moved her hips like she was dancing to a song with a slow, sensual beat. You grabbed two handfuls of her ass and squeezed, eliciting another moan.
"It depends on the guy," she replied in a voice barely above a whisper. "If he's hot enough, I might do a little flirting. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
She spun around in your grasp and ground her ass into your crotch, quickly luring your cock into a painfully erect state. She reached up and her fingers snaked around the back of your neck as the scent of her perfume filled your nose.
"If the flirting goes well, maybe I'll do a little dancing," she said. "You wouldn't mind if I did a little dancing with a hot guy, would you?"
Your hands found her waist and you pulled her ass into your crotch. She moaned and moved her backside a little faster, grinding on you in a manner so alluring you felt a deep desire to be inside your girlfriend.
"You know I'm not possessive," you said. "And I know how much you like to flirt."
She looked up at you, smiled, and spun around once more before unzipping your pants, freeing your cock, and stroking you slowly. "I know how much you like it when I flirt," she said. "How much you like knowing that other men want your girlfriend. I know that you like the idea of me grinding up on another man at the club. I know that you like the idea of his dick getting hard for me."
She was right. You'd never actually voiced your desire, but there were a few nights where you'd taken your girlfriend to a club and she'd gotten a little flirty with another guy while you were at the bar getting drinks. On one of those nights she'd done a little dancing with the guy. She'd done it to make you jealous, to inspire that kind of heat that leads to good fucking. It had worked, just not the way she thought it would. You'd fucked her hard because watching her flirt and dance with someone else had turned you on so much, not because you’d been jeaous.
"It's okay, baby," she said with a smile. "I like that you like it. I like the way you fuck me when you get turned on like that. I expect you to fuck me like that tonight when I get home."
You lifted the bottom of her skirt and slipped a hand into her panties. She moaned as you rubbed her slippery pussy and pushed two fingers inside her.
"Will you be nice and wet when you get home?" you asked.
She leaned in and kissed your neck. "I'll be wetter," she whispered. "I'll have spent the night dancing with a hot guy. I'll have had his hands all over me. I'll have had his big dick pressing into me. I'll be soaked, baby, and I'll need you to give me a good fucking, so you make sure you don't play with this dick of yours before I get back. Will you do that for me?"
You nodded. "I will."
Her lips met yours. Her tongue slipped into your mouth. She stroked you a little faster and moaned and you grabbed her ass and gave it a hard, possessive squeeze.
"I might be out late," she said.
"I know," you replied. "I'll wait."
She kissed you once more, tucked your cock back into your pants, grabbed her handbag, and headed out the front door as her Uber pulled up. You watched her saunter towards the car and reached down to give your dick a few strokes through your pants as a wealth of wild, wondrous, naughty thoughts danced through your head.
That was four hours ago. You haven't heard a thing from your girlfriend since. That's not unusual, though. She doesn't really get in touch when she's out with her friends.
You've been turned on most of the night. Your brain keeps conjuring images of your girlfriend dancing with another man. You see her lithe, beautiful body pressed up against someone else's. You see his hands moving all over her. You see her moving her ass in rhythm to the music. You see her doing what she can to turn him on because she loves how she feels when someone is hard for her.
"Coming home," she finally texts. "I had fun tonight, baby, but I'm ready for more. You ready for me?"
"Fuck yes," you reply.
"See you soon."
Ten minutes later, a car pulls up. Your girlfriend gets out. She looks towards the front door and you open it up and watch as she saunters towards you. She looks just as good as when she left, only now she had a naughty glint in her eye.
"Welcome home," you say as she approaches the door.
She stops a few feet short of the doorway and looks at you as a smile slowly spreads across her face. She tosses her handbag into the house and then pushes the straps of her top off her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
She smiles, but she says nothing. Then she slowly lowers her top, exposing her perfect, perky breasts in front of the house. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" she asks.
"Yes, they're perfect," you reply.
Your girlfriend takes her breasts in her hands, closes her eyes, and squeezes them gently. She takes her nipples between her fingers and slowly rolls them before pulling ever-so-slightly. A moan escapes her lips and you're both aroused and a little bit baffled as to what she's doing.
"How would you feel if someone else's hands had been on them tonight?" she asks.
Your pulse quickens. "Do you mean...did someone touch them at the club, while you were dancing?"
She nods. "Yes, but that's...that's not the only time they were touched tonight."
She steps into the house and closes the door. She leans against it and suggestively bites her lower lip as you study your girlfriend to try and discern if she's playing with you or if she did something beyond having a little fun with another man on the dance floor.
She extends her hand and you take it. She pulls you closer and places your hand on her breast. You squeeze the soft, perky, perfect flesh and she moans while batting her eyes at you.
"Did someone else...did someone else touch your breasts tonight...your naked...did someone else..."
She smiles and nods. "Someone else touched my tits tonight...that's what he called them...my tits...he said they were beautiful, perfect, in fact. He said I had perfect tits."
"He saw them?" you ask.
She nods again. "He saw my tits...my bare tits...my big, perfect tits. They were in his face."
There's only one reason her tits would have been in his face. At least only one that you can think of. She had to have been in his lap. She had to have been sitting in his lap with her top off and her beautiful tits in his face.
Before you can ask a question, she unzips your pants and pulls out your cock. She looks up at you with a naughty smile and strokes your shaft until you're stiff. Arousal courses through your body.
"Did you...did you do more than dance with him?" you ask.
"I flirted with him...I danced with him...I let him touch me while we danced...I let him touch me in ways no man has since we started dating...I felt him get hard for me...rock hard," she says.
You step closer and lean in to kiss her but your girlfriend steps out of the way. You turn and watch as she walks towards the living room. You follow and when you catch up to her she welcomes your kiss. Her lips part and she lures your tongue into her mouth. She sucks on it and moans as her fingers find your cock once more.
She pushes you onto the couch and straddles you. The head of your cock rubs against her ass cheeks. You feel the heat emanating from between her legs. You're certain there's a great deal of wetness emanating from the same spot.
"Were you on him like this?" you ask.
She nods and kisses your neck.
"Did you kiss his neck like that?" you ask.
"Yes," she whispers.
You take her breasts in your hands. You moan at how perfect they feel. You squeeze the flesh. You play with her nipples. "Did he play with your tits like this?"
She nods. "He kissed them and sucked on them, too."
You gaze at her perfect breasts. You imagine another man kissing and licking and sucking on them. Your cock throbs as those thoughts dance through your head. You feel like it's a little fucked up to find that sort of thing arousing, but you don't give a damn.
You lean closer. You kiss, lick, and suck on her perfect tits. You do the same thing another man just did. She runs her fingers through your hair and she moans for you. Your dick throbs a little harder.
"That feels so good, baby," she says. "Do it just like he did it. Suck on those big titties. Make me feel good, baby. Make me feel good like he did."
The arousal feels overwhelming. You want her. You need her. You crave her.
"Where were you?" you ask as you lean back.
She smiles. She leans down. She kisses you softly. Her tongue invades your mouth. It dances with yours as she grinds her hips over your cock, stimulating the head with her panty-clad pussy.
"His car," she whispers. "He took me to his car. We got in the backseat. I straddled him. Just like I'm straddling you."
"Really?" you ask. She's flirted with other men. She's danced with other men. She's never gone so far as to fool around with another man, let alone go to a guy's car outside a club.
She nods. "Yes. He took me to his car. I straddled him in the backseat. He pulled my top down. We kissed. He played with my tits. He sucked on them. I moaned for him. His cock got hard for me."
She reaches down and strokes you.
"Did you stroke his cock like that?" you ask.
She nods.
"You had another guy's dick in your hand tonight?" you ask.
"Yes," your girlfriend says. "Not just my hand, though."
She kisses your neck. You grab her ass and squeeze it hard. You spank the soft, exposed flash and she moans. She strokes you a little faster.
"Where...where else did his cock go?" you ask.
She releases your stiff shaft and pulls her panties aside. She guides the head of your cock inside her and kisses you as she sits down on it. Her hot, wet pussy swallows every inch of your erection.
"Inside me," she says softly. "He was inside me. Just like this. Just like you're inside me. I sat on his cock in the backseat of his car. I was so wet for him, baby. I was so wet for his big cock. I was so wet that he slid inside me with ease. I took every inch with ease. I took every inch and it felt so fucking good."
She moans and rocks her hips back and forth. She bathes your cock in her wetness, in her heat, in her tightness. As she does so, you grapple with the fact that someone else was granted the pleasure of her pussy, that she fucked another man in the exact same manner that she's fucking you. You feel no anger, or jealousy, though. Instead, you feel arousal. You feel pleasure. You feel unbridled lust.
Then, a question pops into your head. "Did he fuck you exactly like I'm fucking you?"
She leans back and you watch her tits bounce as she rides your dick. "He did," she says. "He didn't have any condoms, and neither did I, and I wanted him in my pussy, so I fucked him bare."
You groan. You shouldn't. It shouldn't feel good to know that. You shouldn't be turned on to be inside the same pussy that took another man's bare cock that night. You are, though. It feels good. It feels so fucking good.
"Did he...did you...did you make him cum?" you ask.
She nods and rides you faster. You take her tits in your hand and squeeze them hard. She moans and smiles. She leans forward and kisses you.
"Did he cum...did you make him..."
She rides you faster as you trail off. Her moans get louder. "Ask the question," she says. "Ask it. Ask me if he came inside me. Ask me if your cock is bathed in another man's cum right now. Ask if I'm fucking you with a well-used, cum-filled pussy right now."
You grab her ass and help her ride you even faster. You do so as your orgasm nears. Your loins are alive with pleasure. Arousal courses through your body.
"Did he...did he cum inside you...did you let him cum inside you?" you ask.
"Yes," she answers. "He came in my pussy. He came inside me right as I came on his fucking cock!"
She's close to cumming again. So are you. Another man's load is in your girlfriend's pussy and so is your cock and you're about to cum. It's more than that, though. You're about to have a great orgasm, a world class climax.
"Fuck, baby, cum in my pussy!" she cries out.
"Is that what you told him?" you ask.
She looks at you and smiles. She bounces her sloppy pussy on your dick. "Yes," she says. "I told him to cum in me. I told him to cum in my pussy, baby. I told another man to cum in my pussy!"
You cum inside her. You add your load to her pussy. You flood her slick, slippery, perfect pussy with your cum.
She cums, too. She cums hard, from the sound of it.
Her lips find yours as you both enjoy the pleasure unfolding your loins. Your tongues mingle slowly and your hands move over her body as she continues to ride you slowly, milking every last drop of cum from your cock.
"Fuck...I just came so fucking hard," she says.
"Me too," you reply.
She kisses you again, holding your head in her hands as she does. It's a long, slow, tender kiss and you feel deeply connected to her in a manner that's quite thrilling.
"When are you and the girls going out again?" you ask.
She sits back, smiles, and laughs softly. "Probably next weekend. Would you like it if I had the same kind of fun?"
"Fuck yes," you reply.
You share one more kiss and then she lifts her pussy from your cock, pulls her panties back over it to ensure she doesn't make a cummy mess, and then cuddles up next to you.
"How about we have a drink, watch a little TV, and then you fuck me again before we go to bed?" she asks.
"That sounds good to me," you reply.
She kisses your cheek. "Good. I can tell you about how these pretty lips of mine were wrapped around his dick before I sat in his lap."
What a naughty girl she is, and what a lucky man you are.
