On stage, the woman is talking dirty to the man, telling him exactly what she wants in very descriptive and arousing terms. It's improbable but I swear, as I listen to the woman on stage while pumping inside of Holly, I feel my cock grow even stiffer.
I lose my rhythm and nearly slip out of Holly's pussy when she squeezes her muscles, gripping my cock tight.
“Fuck,” I say.
Holly looks back at me and smiles as she leans forward and starts to grind up and down on my cock. I grab her hip with one hand and slap her ass hard with the other. She cries out and keeps impaling herself on my dick, harder and faster. I feel her body tense and know she's getting ready to come for me again. I see Holly raise her head, watching the action onstage as she continues fucking me.
On stage, the man is gripping the girl's thighs hard, his head thrown back, his cries mixing with hers as he pounds his cock into her like a jackhammer. Holly drives herself down on me once more, taking my cock into her as deep as it will go, and pauses. Her body violently shudders as Holly comes hard, screaming out.
I yank on her hair, pulling her head back as I thrust my hips upward, driving myself fully into her one more time, intensifying her orgasm. Holly practically collapses, falling to her knees to the ground in front of me. I'm on my feet and get her up again quickly. Her breathing is ragged, and her body is still trembling. Holly looks up at me, her eyes sparkling, her body shaking, and a wide smile on her face.
“That was fucking incredible,” she gasps. “Fuck, Brayden. I've never come so hard in my life. I thought my heart was actually going to stop there for a minute.”
She kisses my lips, her tongue darting into my mouth. A moment later, she pulls back and gives me a sultry smile.
“Your turn, baby,” she whispers.
Holly drops to her knees and yanks the condom off me, tossing it on the chair behind us. She leans forward and devours my hard prick. She moves her mouth, sucking hard, jerking me off at the same time.
I watch as the man on stage pulls his cock out of the girl and takes a step back. She quickly gets off the desk, falling to her knees in front of him. Just like Holly, the woman swallows the man's cock, working hard to get him off.
Holly is looking up at me, obviously turned on that I was watching the couple onstage while she was blowing me. She tightens her mouth around my cock and squeezes my prick even more tightly, jerking me harder as she sucks me.
“Fuck, Holly,” I say.
My balls tighten, and I know it's only a matter of seconds before I come. On stage the girl leans back, jerking the man off. He throws his head back and cries out as he comes, shooting it all over the woman's face, tits, and hair. I hear a couple of the men around us getting off at the same time as the “teacher” and have no doubt that if I were to turn around and look, I would see a lot of men finishing in the exact same way.
Holly gives me one last hard tug and sends me over the edge. My body is awash in sensation as I come. My cock pulses and throbs as I blow my hot seed deep into her throat. Holly keeps stroking me, milking every last drop from my cock, before swallowing the entire load.
She gets to her feet, a devious grin on her face as she licks her lips suggestively.
“Delicious,” she says.
I pull her to me and kiss her deeply, our tongues dancing and swirling. And although my cock is deflating, the desire I feel for her hasn't diminished in the least. My head is filled with thought and emotion as I look into her eyes and yet, I can't seem to get a single coherent word out.
Holly grins as she smooths her dress and pulls it back down. I grab my pants and quickly dress as the dimmed house lights become gradually brighter. The message clear - the show is over. There is a smattering of applause from the audience and the performers take a bow.
“Thank you for coming out and giving us your energy,” the man says with a laugh. “There will be another show in thirty minutes.”
“Please make sure you clean your areas,” the woman adds, her voice high and sweet. “And tips are always welcome and appreciated.”
I fish a couple hundreds out of my wallet and walk up to the stage, dropping it into the box. The woman looks at me and smiles. Seeing the man's seed still in her hair makes the fire within me for Holly burn once more.
“Thank you,” the actress purrs.
Chapter Sixteen
Holly
We're sitting at a booth in the lounge again and the awkwardness between us is palpable. It took two drinks for us to be able to look at each other again without blushing. Three before we spoke. And now, on our fourth drink since our session in the theater, all we can do is look at one another and giggle like a couple of horny teenagers who'd just avoided being caught fucking in a parent's basement.
“Well, that was something,” I say with a nervous giggle.
Brayden nods and takes a drink, a goofy grin on his face. “Yes,” he says. “Yes, it was.”
“You don't think differently of me now, do you?” I ask. “Like I'm a weirdo or something?”
A ripple of fear runs through me as I ask the question. The thought had first occurred to me a minute ago. I'd been so caught up in the moment, in enjoying what Brayden and I were doing, that I hadn't even stopped to think about the ramifications of my actions. What if he thought I was cheap? Dirty? A freak?
I should have known better though. Brayden is a good man. He smiles wide and leans forward, giving me a tender kiss.
“No, I don't think you're a freak or anything,” he says. “I was just surprised by you.”
I laugh and look away. “I was surprised by myself too,” I say. “I've never done anything like that before.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “Neither have I,” he says. “I've never been a sex in public kind of guy. Especially that – vigorously.”
We share a laugh together and then Brayden flags down the waitress, ordering another round. I'm already feeling pretty buzzed and know I should probably stop before I regret it tomorrow morning. I've never enjoyed the process of having a hangover.
“You sure we should have another?” I ask.
“Probably not,” he says. “But, tonight we're enjoying indulging in a little excess.”
“You're going to hold my hair later, right?” I ask. “That's normally Gabby's duty, but...”
“You can count on me.”
“Good to know.”
The waitress drops off our drinks and disappears into the crowd again. I look around and recognize a couple of the people who'd been in the room with us. But, when one of them looks over at me, he simply nods and raises his glass to me. Like the fact that we were just fucking like maniacs in the same room, while watching a couple fuck even harder on stage, was perfectly normal. Like nothing was amiss and it's no more remarkable than if we'd run into each other at the grocery store.
I raise my glass to him in return. “Do you even realize how normal this seems to some people?” I ask Brayden. “Like they do it every day.”
He shrugs. “I bet some of them do.”
“Well, I'm so happy to see that you took my advice and let your hair down.”
I look up and see the man Brayden had been talking to at the bar earlier walking up to us. He and his partner stop next to our table, wide smiles on their faces.
“How can you be so sure?” Brayden asks.
“Other than that post-coital glow surrounding you both?” the man asks.
“We happened to see you in that room banging like bunnies,” the man's partner says and laughs. “And I have to say, I found myself more entranced by you two than the pair up on stage. Talk about beautiful people.”
I feel the heat rush to my cheeks and Brayden just chuckles. “Yeah,” he says. “We got caught up in the moment.”
“I'll say,” says the partner.
“Which is what you're supposed to do here,” the man says. “Remember, it's all about fantasy and fun.”
“Well, I appreciate your advice,” Brayden says. “It helped quite a bit. Can I buy you two a drink?”
“Thank you, but we have a car waiting outside already,” the man says. “Off to another party.”
“One that serves dishes…more our flavor.”
Brayden nods and laughs. “Well, bon appétit.”