The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

She wasn’t here.

I had scanned every corner of the arena twice and from the velvet couches lining the wall, the bar, the fucking orgy going on right in the middle of the arena, there was no sign of Aphrodite.

"Mhmmm," the blonde on her knees, purred, shoving more of my cock into her throat and a grunt left my lips. It felt good... but not divine. Nothing like the way Aphrodite had made me feel the last time I was here.

God, that dirty goddess had tongued the slit of my cock so good, lapping up every drop of my precum. A hiss left my lips at the memory and I glanced around the room again.

Fuck, had she found someone else? Was some other man currently enjoying fucking her pert hot mouth? This was a sex club after all where there were practically no limits.

Some other man in some other room probably had her thighs wrapped around him while I sat here like a fucking idiot scanning the crowd for her. Until I saw her.

Fuck me, a groan ripped through my chest.

She was across the arena, and even through the crowd, even with the distance and the dim lighting, my body, my cock, knew it was her before my brain finished processing.

God, what was she wearing? Sweet milky tits were pushed so high, I could see the teasing edges of her areolas. I wanted to see her jump so they would spill freely, then I would coat them with my cum.

The skirt of her outfit barely covered that plump peach shaped ass, white thigh highs with pink bows wrapped around her thighs.

Her dark hair tumbled wild around her shoulders and that masked face was turned slightly, and she was surrounded by men like moths to flame. I couldn’t fucking blame them, she had to be very man’s dirty fantasy.

There were two men, one grinding against her ass, hands groping her tits through her dress, The other had her gloved hand wrapped around his cock.

"Ohhh yes, daddy,"The blonde’s mouth kept working my cock but I stopped feeling it entirely. Her. I had to fuck her.

Aphrodite’s head turned and across the packed arena, her eyes found mine, flashing with defiance. She was taunting me, no that had to be it. She raised her chin up, daring me with those eyes and

I stood up.

The blonde made a disoriented sound, her lips releasing my cock with a wet pop, her eyes going wide as I moved past her, dick dangling, throbbing for the gorgeous woman a few meters away.

How could she let another man’s cock throb in her hands? I gritted my teeth glaring at his cock as I reached for my belt, yanking it off. Her eyes widened and I bit back a grin.

You should be terrified, baby.

When I reached them,the man with the black mask looked up first, took one good look at my face and his hands dropped from her tits immediately, palms raised up slightly.

"Damn Man, there’s no need to look so... crazy,"

The man with the blue Mask was slower. He glanced up from Aphrodite’s hand still wrapped around him. "Do you know him?"

"Maybe," She said breathlessly, cocking her head to the side. Her lips were coated pink with some sort of lipstick but I’d rather see them coated with my cum.

"Move." I bit out and the men let out a grumble, stepping back slightly.

"Oh come on," She scoffed, glancing at the men behind her. "What happened to fucking my brains out?"

"I came here to fuck, not to get my ass handed to me sweet heart," the man with the black mask chuckled.

"That can still be arranged-"

"Like hell it will," I growled, closing the gap between us. Her head whipped back to me and those dark eyes widened when my cock pushed against her belly.

"Possessive much?" she said, her voice doing that breathy purring thing that went straight to my cock. "Last I checked you had someone’s tonsils wrapped around your dick,"

I looped the belt around her throat, pulling her an inch closer. Her words cut off and her eyes went wide behind her mask.

Good.

"You were saying?"

Those eyes narrowed, blazing hotter, her chin tilted up further.

"I was saying," she started again, "Before I was so rudely interrupted, that you were having fun with your little blonde, why don’t you just go away and let me have a little fun as well... ow!"

I tightened the belt, slightly to feel the catch in her breath. Her throat bobbed against the leather and those plump lips parted. A visible shudder moved through her, and her thighs pressed together, a soft sound catching in her throat that she tried to swallow down.

She failed.

My free hand slid under the pathetic excuse of a skirt and a rumble filled my chest when my fingers found her pussy, soaked. Absolutely, filthily, obscenely soaking, her slick arousal glossing over my knuckles as I stroked slowly through her pussy lips.

Christ, fuck yes. Before the night was over I would be buried deep in this sopping wet cunt.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her hand flying to my forearm, fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt. Her nails curled into me and her hips tilted forward.

Mhmm, good girl.

"So," I murmured, circling her pussy hole with two fingers before pushing in.

Her head fell back and she gave an unintelligible sound.

"Oh you... you jackass," she managed, her grip on my arm tightening as I pumped my fingers in her cunt slowly, my palm grinding against her clit with each stroke.

"What exactly..." Her voice "...is your problem-"

I tightened the belt again.

The choke cut her sentence in half. Her mouth fell open, her eyes going wide and glassy, and I felt her greedy slippery cunt, clench violently around my fingers, a fresh flood of slick arousal dripped down my hands down to my wrists.

I leaned in close, brushing my mouth over her ear, my fingers still pumping.

"This needy slutty hole," I said quietly, "doesn’t care how angry you are."

"Cocky much?"

I added a third finger and her knees buckled. I caught her with the belt, her throat pressing into it, her body arching into my hand as I worked her deep and ruthless, my fingers thrusting deep into her sloshing pussy. Her free hand scrabbled at my chest as she rolled her hips, chasing my fingers shamelessly.

She was so fucking responsive for me, my cock leaked and lurched painfully with pleasure. I pushed the dripping tip against the underside of her tits, grunting and grinding.

Eyes were on us, the two men hadn’t gone far. They stood some meters away, transfixed, watching her unravel on my fingers in the middle of the arena.

Aphrodite was shaking now. Her breathing had deteriorated into ragged gasps, her body moving with my hand, her thighs sopping and slick around my wrist, the obscene wet sounds of her cunt swallowing my fingers filling the air.

"You’re going to cum aren’t you? I’ve barely touched you for what? Three minutes? And you’re going to cum all over my fingers like the good little slut you are."

"Oh please," She spat, gritting her teeth.

"Don’t flatter yourself, you’re going to have to do better than that... what are you doing?!"

She squeaked as I picked her off the floor, tossing her over my shoulder. Her plump ass hung out of her skirt and with a growl I gave it a hard spank.

"D...Ares! Put me down right now! What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

My eyes scanned the room and fell on a bench in a corner. A smirk tugged at my bottom lip. "What does it look like I’m doing, goddess? I’m doing better than that."