Just before Van got to the edge of the dancefloor, his urge to go came back. He turned around just in time to see Marsha walk out of the same bathroom he was just in. Van looked at Marsha puzzled and she looked at him trying to figure out what he was looking at. "What's up" she said. "Nothing, I'm heading to the bathroom, hadn't seen you for a while." he replied. "Well, now you have. Meet me at the bar when you're done playing with yourself in there." Marsha said.
An uneventful bathroom trip later, Van pushed the door open to the thumping of the music. The bodies mashed into each other. Van remembered his own body mashing into some girl sitting on a stool. He saw Sam a few feet in front of him. "Yo Sam" he said trying to get his attention. The music was too loud and Sam didn
The music thumped as Marsha, Van, and Sam danced in the dark night club on the first floor of their hotel, The Underground. As the songs transitioned with precision, Marsha danced closer to Van, "I can feel the bass pounding in my chest" she said leaning in. "Kind of like you at the Palace" she added as she laughed and danced away into the crowd. Van looked over at Sam. He was dancing with some girl. She was super hot wearing tight black and white capris and a black top with a swooping neckline. So swooping that Van could see the sun tattoo above her belly button. Only magic or maybe tape kept her large tits out of the club air. Sam always finds his girl. Van couldn't judge because he had found his own girl too.
Song after song they danced. Van pulled his girl close and she
Sam rolled over in his bed picking up his tablet. He wanted to know who was messaging this late. He saw the link from the Palace and opened it…
As Sam's tablet loaded the link, he her "Shit" come from Van's room. He didn't think much of it as he tapped the play button. He rolled over onto his back, holding the it above him. Familiar white floors and walls came into view. His cock twitched as the video played. It opened with a wide shot of the massage room and the three tables. Sam tapped the "30 sec" skip button and his mouth flew open and his eyes wide at what he saw. There was Marsha laying face down on the massage table with her legs slightly parted. Sam was looking at a side of Marsha he'd never seen. As the blue eyed therapist was delicately sliding her hands along Marsh
The three ate their salads in almost dead silence. Van didn't know what to say plus his brain was still a bit foggy from the lack of blood. Marsha spoke up first, "told you this place had great reviews." "No shit" Sam snorted forking the last bit of salad into his mouth. "Uh huh" was all that came out of Van. "If that was the first course, the food can be a dumpster fire and I'm giving a 5 stars," Van finally admitted. The remaining courses went just as the first. By the time the trio wobbled out of the building they had several more orgasms and left a sizeable tip. It was quite late. They had been in the restaurant for longer than they expected. They laughed and agreed they were only savoring the fine dining experience.
They walked and talked as they strolled down the strip
*beep* *Beep* *Beeeeep* Van sprang from his bed. At first he thought it was his alarm clock. It wasn't. He looked out his partial open window to see his friends Sam and Marsha sitting in the Jeep parked in the driveway. Sam was in the passenger seat and Marsha the driver's. It was the first day of the last summer vacation he'd get to enjoy. Of course he wanted to sleep in, however his two best friends had other ideas. He waved to them and motioned towards the front door for two reasons, one so they would stop that annoying honking and two so he could punch Sam for waking him up.
Sam must have known what was coming because Marsha was at the door when Van opened it. She looked up at him with the sad puppy dog eyes. Van grumbled and sighed knowing he was outsmarted. He blamed
Gabby woke up to the birds chirping in a nearby tree. She was laying naked in the lounger next to the hot tub. The hot tub. Her pussy tingled thinking about last nights events. She couldn’t believe she ate Riley’s pussy. She never thought she would do something like that. The moment was too much and overcame all of her inhibitions.
She walked through the sliding door into the kitchen. Looking back over her shoulder she was Rick and Riley still sleeping. As she moved towards the sink she heard Steve snoring in the front room. She figured with everyone sleeping, she might as well make herself some coffee. A bag of Tim Horton’s premium blend and a few cups sat so conveniently next to the coffee pot. She leaned forward peppering herself up against the counter recounting last ni
“The guys won’t be able to keep their hands off of you!” Gabrielle said to Riley. Gabrielle or Gabby as everyone called her was probably right. Riley was 5’5 130lbs with 38DDs and a pear shaped ass that all the guys drooled over. She was wearing a black lace and leather top. The leather covered most of her chest, but hugged every curve. Gabby could even see her nipples trying to poke through the leather. Lace clinger to her body from the bottom of the cups to the top of her equally leather clad cheeky bottoms.
While Gabby gushed I’ve over her best friend’s sexiness, she wore something equally as enticing. She wore a red dress that came down to her mid-thigh. Very unassuming in length, except that it was completely sheer. Underneath were a matching bra and thong panty set t
It was Friday. The last couple of days had been quite eventful to say the least. I was jerked off amongst all of my coworkers and I was jerked off in a hallway before being pushed on my ass, all in successive date. What made it even weirder is that it was my unassuming platonic friend that did it, all without saying a single word to me.
My walk into work was less determined than yesterday. I still said my greetings to the ladies as normal, but inside I was feeling confused. I wasn't sure what was happening to me. I kept replaying the events from the last few days. I kept feeling the slow slight tug of my cock in the auditorium and how the cum felt as it soaked through my pants. I then felt the firm furious stroking as her hand twisted around my cock. The feeling of being expo
I sat there in utter shock. Wren, my unassuming friend, had just made blow the load of the century into my pants during a work meeting. And worst of it, I let her do it. I couldn't stop her. I had to do something, I couldn't let the cum soak in since I still had a whole day of work to do and the presentation looked like it still had a ways to go.
I quietly got up from my seat and made my way to the exit. Hopefully the dark spot the size of Texas was not visible in the low light. Once clear, I power-walked to the nearest bathroom. I looked around to come up with some sort of a plan. I had a brief flashback to the 1st grade. I suppose it was a similar situation, but that time I pee'd my pants. I still ended up in the bathroom worried about what to do. Fortunately for me time
Ugh, I can't believe I have to sit here waiting in this long line. I guess I should be glad to be out of the house, but that doesn't need to be rehashed. Too many bad memories. Anyway, back to me in this long line. I thought this would be a quick trip in and out since I just needed to get a box of cookies from the bakery. It's a thank you for the ladies that work at the reception desk. They've been short staffed since the restart and people are not taking it easy on them. I'm not sure why people have to be such jerks when it's clear everything is being done as best as possible.
Like everyone in front and behind me, I had one eye on the line checking for movement and one eye in my phone. I just upgraded to the new software and was checking out some of the new additions when a
