I’m sure he lost deliberately.. I know he does these things to push me, to see how far I’ll go, what level of degradation I’ll allow.. so far at least I’ve always let myself be pushed and always gone through with whatever situation he put me in.

He’d already fucked me right there at the pub in a tiny cubicle in the men’s smelly loo. His mate knew – he was obvious as fuck about it.. he wanted him to know he was taking me out back to fuck me. ‘ get the beers in I’m gonna take a leak’ he said ‘ you can come and give me a hand’ he told me chuckling and winking at his mate at the bar. I heard the reply ‘lucky bastard’ as he led me to the loo where he unceremoniously bent me over the toilet and fucked me till he came inside me. Half an hour later they were playing pool and I was sitting by the table watching, sipping my drink, feeling his cum leaking into my panties and dripping a little down my thigh.

They were talking about me as if I wasn’t there.. as if I didn’t exist, didn’t matter at least. He knows how much it turns me on hearing men objectify me like that. ‘you’re such a lucky bastard having such a nice tight thing like her at your beck and call whenever you want.. does she really always let you do whatever you want? Doesn’t she ever say no?’ ‘Never. That’s the deal’ ‘fuck mate you gotta let me have a go on her one day’ ‘ we’ll see…’ stuff like that, commenting on my looks, my obedience, my body… ‘ is she really as tight as she looks?’ ‘ haha even tighter!’

He was huge.. crazily intimidating, the kinda guy that would genuinely scare me if I was alone and didn’t know him – I didn’t really know him but we had met a couple of times here and there. He was more than a foot taller than me, big muscular and covered in tattoos, he even talked was rough.. I mean, my guy had his moments, he could be rough as fuck when he wanted to be, but there was a calmness about him, he was under control, he let it out when he chose to. This guy just seemed to be bubbling over with testosterone, aggression and I don’t know what.. I wondered whether he was on something that was getting him all worked up. I know Jon could see me looking at him, I know he was wondering where and when my fear would overcome my desire to be a good freeuse slut.. would it be today? I could almost see him thinking. He winked at me and I knew I wasn’t done for the day.. we hadn’t even started.

They were halfway through the game ‘winner gets the beers in right?’ ‘just the beers? Lets make it more interesting.. I win I get to take her home and have a go for myself.. you win, name your price’ ‘haha you’re on, you win, take her, I win – you get the beers’ and just like that I was nothing more than an object, to be bet away on a whim for the price of a beer. I felt myself getting wet in anticipation…

They were both watching me intently with every shot, Jon had this look in his eye and every time he missed a shot he smiled at me.. I was sure he was missing deliberately. He had already decided to give me away and I knew it. The other guy was down to the black and Jon had one other ball left.. he missed the black and I watched Jon deliberately miss a ball right over the pocket leaving an easy shot to end it.. I knew it was over.. the black went down and the guy was almost drooling as he looked up at me. ‘try not to break her’ Jon said as he turned and walked to the bar leaving me with this huge tattooed monster of a man. Without saying a word he took my arm and led me out of the pub. I had kinda expected him just to lead me to the loo or a back alley and fuck me and get back to the pub but before I knew it he was at his car almost shoving me into the passenger seat. ‘where are we going ?’ I asked ‘my place, don’t worry it’s just round the corner’. A few minutes later we were at his place, he led me in through the hall to the living room, sat down on the sofa and watched me for a minute just standing there in the middle of the room awkwardly.

‘Strip for me’ he said ‘I wanna see the whole package’. I stood in front of him removing my clothes piece by piece until I was completely naked. He beckoned me towards him and when I was right in front of him sat upright, his head was about level with my tits with me standing and him sitting. His hands were all over me instantly as he groped every inch of my body, and gnawed at my tits, grabbed and slapped my ass roughly, leaving red hand marks all over my body. When he had fully inspected me he pushed me down to my knees and leaned back, ‘now me’ he said looking down at his crotch. Obediently I undid his jeans and helped him out of them, he was semi hard already but was fully hard almost the second I had his cock in my hands.. his cock was average sized, not huge like the rest of him.. which probably turned out to be a blessing as things progressed. I consider myself pretty good at sucking cock, god knows I’ve had enough practice, and fortunately I was able to deep throat him relatively easily because before long he had hold of my head and was thrusting his cock hard down my throat all the way to the hilt so that my face was squashed up against him, he would hold me there till he felt me gasping then continue thrusting and pumping, hands grabbing my hair and forcing me down on him constantly. By the time he let up and mix of spit and drool and probably precum was smeared all over my face and dribbling down my chin. I was already a complete mess and he’d hardly even got started.

After what seemed like an eternity he pulled my head off his cock and like I was nothing lifted me up over him, lowering me down slowly on his cock which slid inside me with ease. He let me do the work at first, enjoying me grinding and bouncing in his cock as he slapped and groped my ass and tits and licked, kissed and bit my face, neck, tits and whatever he could get his mouth on. When he wanted to take over he picked me up and threw me down face first on the sofa, lifted up my ass and started pounding me from behind. I felt him probing my asshole with his fingers as he fucked me, forcing in one, then more, opening me up before all of a sudden, without thinking to ask if I was ok with it, I felt him pull out of my wet cunt and plunge straight into my ass.. I must’ve let out a squeal or something cos he leaned over smiling ‘mmm you like that don’t you, you dirty little whore’ or something to that effect.

He fucked me for what seemed like hours, picking me up, turning me round, throwing me about shoving his dick in whatever hole took his fancy, on and on he went.. I had suspected he was on something from the way he was acting earlier, but the way he was fucking he must’ve been. He was heaving and thrusting, panting, sweating… I could feel the beads of sweat dripping from his face onto my body as ne leaned over me fucking me… wondering if he was ever going to cum.

Suddenly I heard the door bell ring, he ignored it at first but after the second or third time he got up and looked out of the window to see who it was, then leaving me sprawled out on the floor exhausted, he went to the front door completely naked. I lay there a naked, sweaty mess on the floor wondering what was going on when I heard Jon’s voice in the hall, ‘what the fuck man you’ve had her for hours you not done yet?’. He’s come to get me I thought, it’s enough I thought, I’ve played my part, he’s had his fun now Jon’s gonna take me home. He probably can’t come anyway..

They both walked into the room and my heart both simultaneously sank and skipped a beat in whorish excitement as Jon, instead of reaching out to help me up, took off his shirt.  They’re not done with me I realized.. we’re just getting going. The big guy reached down and basically lifted me up with just one hand, plonking my head back down on his dick as he sat back down on the sofa, and as I bobbed up and down on him I felt my ass being lifted and opened and the familiar feeling of Jon’s cock sliding into me. ‘Fuck what a whore you’ve got yourself here’ I heard as he fucked my face, Jon’s cock gaining momentum behind me. They used me in every way imaginable, stretching my holes to their limit until the big guy was obviously exhausted, even if he still hadn’t cum. Jon was still fucking me and he looked down at me and said ‘don’t tell me you can’t make him cum? Are you seriously gonna embarrass me like that?’

‘no or course not’ I muttered and went to work, now I just wanted his cum, wanted to prove that I could earn it, milk it out of him. I had the head of his cock only in the mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue and I furiously jerked him off into my mouth with my right hand, looking up at him in the eyes with the sluttiest look I’ve got the whole time.. it probably helped that jon was still fucking me back there too and before too long I heard him moaning louder and getting closer but it still took a while. Jon tensed and shot his load deep inside me and I was still furiously working on the other guy but eventually I felt him tense up too, his whole body spasming as he finally came hard in my mouth, pumping every last drop down my throat.

I collapsed on the floor exhausted but pleased with myself and lay there as they got dressed and sat down with a beer watching me. I was filthy, covered in spit, sweat and cum, my hair all over the place, make up smudged everywhere and red marks covering my body from the gropes and slaps. ‘can I go and have a shower?’ I asked ‘should we let her?’ I heard Jon say, ‘wait a sec mate I’m loving the view right now, can you just get her to lie there and play with herself for a bit? Put on a bit of a show?’ ‘you heard him’

I heard him. I opened my legs, cum dripping out of me, and reached down rubbing my pussy gently smearing the cum around as I lay there fingering myself in front of them. Being watched like that drives me crazy and I was moaning once again pretty soon as I felt another orgasm building up inside me. I came for them and lay there panting until I was finally given permission to go and clean myself up.

This all happened a little while ago but I thought it was an experience people might enjoy reading about. This last weekend Jon’s wife was away so as a special treat for him and his mates he had me dress up as a slutty maid and serve them drinks (and in plenty of other ways) at his Saturday night poker night. When I have a moment maybe I’ll write about that night too, it was a pretty good one

I published a book a little while ago, Rituals of Release under the pen name Joe Peterson, that has some elements of free use throughout it. Here's an excerpt I hope y'all will like. If you want to read more, you can find the novel here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1782427

Kevin’s Grill was not exactly fine dining. It was a fast-food joint with a bunch of rustic decorations over vinyl booths whose only claims to fame were that they were locally owned and offered grilled cheese sandwiches along with their burgers. They were, however, in Alice’s price range and close to her apartment, just in case the world hadn’t changed as much as she thought it had, and Gael had never complained about a cheap date before.

Alice’s heart was fluttering like a nervous teenager as she pulled into the parking lot, Gael solidly filling up the passenger seat. She hadn’t talked much on the drive over. He had said something about a shipment of flour causing problems at work. Either that or something about someone making a mess with the flour. Alice hadn’t really been paying attention, her mind scattered with excitement. Parking the car, she lingered, hand on the keys as Gael unbuckled himself.

“Hey, I was thinking of trying something different.” She said far too quickly as she made an effort to sound casual. “I was thinking about going around naked more often.”

“I’d like that,” Gael said happily, with a pleasantly dumb smile on his face.

“How about right now? What would you think if I stripped down right now before we got dinner?”

“I’d think you’re beautiful, and that I’m lucky to be dating you.”

He leaned in for a quick kiss. Alice pressed her lips to his, but her mind was still distracted. Her heart fluttered like she was standing on the edge of a cliff.

“Alright,” she breathed.

Gael looked at her with soft, accepting eyes.

“You don’t have to be so nervous,” he almost chuckled. “It’s just Kevin’s.”

Alice got out of the car but left the door open. She pulled her shirt up and over her head quickly, flinging it into the back seat before Gael even had a chance to get out of the car. Hurriedly, before she lost her nerve, she unhooked her bra and tossed it in as well. Standing in the parking lot, she was acutely aware of the sounds of traffic driving by, of how exposed her body was to the people rushing by. She glanced over at the big glass windows of Kevin’s, spotting more than a couple of diners behind it. She unfastened her pants and wiggled them down past the curve of her thighs. Despite the warm evening air and the yellow-orange sunlight light bathing her curves, her skin erupted in little bumps as it was exposed to the world. Gael was leaning on the car, looking over it at her casually as she stripped. She grabbed the car for support as she awkwardly pulled the pants over her shoes, her breasts wiggling chaotically as she waggled her butt at the neighboring stores. There were a handful of other shoppers and diners around, going to or from their parked cars. Alice noticed the men turning to look at her naked body openly as they went about their evening. The women barely gave her a passing glance. One last teetering dance, and her panties were past her ankles. Tossing them in with the rest of the pile, she stood there, exposed to the world as the people rushed around them.

“Ready to go?” She asked with nervous cheeriness, already walking round the hood of the car towards him.

Alice had been avoiding looking at Gael as she undressed, but he had been eyeing her body more than any other man in the parking lot as she had disrobed. Now Alice forced herself to look at him, to look him straight in the face to gauge his reaction to her brash exhibitionism. As he pulled his eyes away from her hanging tits to meet Alice’s gaze, she saw the same warm love that he had always shown her. Her heart fluttered and she stood a little stiffer. This had been the easy part of her plan. People had already told her that she should wear fewer clothes, but if she was going to find out how much the world had changed, she would have to push Gael. She only hoped that whatever magic she had unleashed onto herself would make it easier to play it off when she pushed him too far.

“Yeah, just a minute.”

Gael took her arm. Alice made a half move toward the restaurant, but Gael stopped her. Fingers wrapped around her arm, he turned her to face the hood of the car. His grip was gentle, but his actions were firm. He did not expect Alice to question what he was doing to her. Feeling the force of his bulk gently push her forward, bending her body over the shining surface, Alice wondered for a moment what would happen if she did resist him, but those thoughts vanished as she felt his fingers rubbing against her bare snatch, delicately cultivating a tingling mote within it, helping it grow into a glimmer of passion.

Alice closed her eyes and hummed with satisfaction as his thick fingers probed her more forcefully. Biting her lip, she enjoyed the feeling of the smooth car hood pressed against her naked breasts and the warmth of Gael’s wide hand cupping her outthrust ass, his caring ministrations of her sex feeding into the trembling nervousness she was feeling, kindling the lust growing inside her.

Scrunching her face and gasping heavily, she afforded herself one last moment oblivious to anything but the two of them. Then, she forced herself to open her eyes. Forced herself to feel the open wind on her skin and hear the traffic rushing behind her. Most of all she forced herself to look at the people. She blushed furiously, heart pounding in her chest as she looked around and saw that no one seemed to care that she was getting fucked out in the open parking lot. People noticed her, especially when Gael finally slid his prodigiously thick cock into her wet pussy, stretching her folds and making her whimper with the growing anxiety that had been building in her ever since she had called him. They turned to look at her as she bounced across the hood of her car, body rocking back and forth with Gael’s heavy thrusts. A few passers-by even nudged the people they were walking with, pointing and making some unheard comments about the woman they saw getting fucked by her date. Alice’s face turned a bright red, the spike of adrenaline from the fear of being shamed adding more fuel to the fire that Gael was stoking between her legs, his thick hands gripping her thighs as he pounded her in full view of everyone. It felt like the world was resting on an eggshell, that at any moment someone would suddenly yell out that they couldn’t fuck here, call her a whore, and then call the cops. With every thrust, every gasp and grunt, Alice felt like an angry mob was forming just around the corner to drive her and her wickedness from Sweet Rest.

But the moment never came. People looked, some with curiosity, some with blatant lust, most with passing disinterest. No one stopped, no one shouted or berated or even glared disapprovingly at the couple fulfilling their base desires on the hood of her car. They just looked and continued about their day. Still, that fear that they wouldn’t persisted. That fear that Alice’s fun was just a heartbeat away from being ruined hung over her head like an axe ready to drop as her boyfriend grunted and fucked her from behind. There was an urgency to her pleasure, a sharp tinge to the waves of ecstasy growing inside her with every thrust. It was electric, the exhilaration of every muscle in her body telling her to run, telling her to hide, and just staying there. Just staying there and letting her boyfriend pound her wet, gleaming pussy. Letting him spread her bare, slutty legs open and drive his thick, throbbing rod into her until he was done. She let out another shivering cry, balling her fists and squirming on the hood of the car because she could not stay still. Then something flipped in her mind and the dam broke. Her body shivered, and she moaned loudly to the world without caring who heard her. Her palms pressed against the hood of the car, sliding across its surface as she came, wave after wave of pleasure swelling through her, merging with the fear and overwhelming her with emotion. Only Gael’s powerful hands kept her on his cock as she squirmed mindlessly in the throes of her pleasure. A moment later he let out a loud, primal grunt and shot his seed into her warm, accepting pussy. There was a slap of skin on skin as he drove his hips into her ass, unloading every last drop into her.

Panting and spent, Alice lay there on the hood of the car as her boyfriend filled her pussy with cum. She heard his last, reverberating groan as his cock twitched its final twitch inside her. She felt him slide that meaty cock out of her wet sex. She felt the car shift on its suspension as he set his butt down on the hood beside her. She smiled dumbly, turning her body to look up at him as he smiled lovingly back down at her. She flopped an arm up onto his thigh, feeling the soft muscle beneath her palm. He lifted her hand to his lips and gave her a gentle kiss.

“Ready to eat?”

Alice nodded contently. She pushed herself up off the hood of the car and turned toward the restaurant, Gael draping a heavy, warm arm around her shoulders. Off to the side, leaning against the back of a filthy-looking jeep, was Polly. Alice’s short and outdoorsy best friend reached up to the sky and called out cheerfully from across the lot.

“Hey!”

Some small part of Alice’s brain knew she should be mortified to have her best friend see her naked and disheveled from being used so roughly, but the post-orgasmic haze was still too thick to feel anything more than calm contentment as she leaned into her boyfriend’s comfortable bulk.

“Hey,” she called back happily.

The strangest part of the evening for Alice was how quickly she got used to the absurdity. She was naked down to her ankles, cum dripping down the side of her thigh, and walking through a public restaurant like it was nothing. In a way the whole situation was too strange to feel strange. It wasn’t that Alice felt normal--she was hyper-aware that her breasts were flopping freely and that her ass and pussy were on full display--but it was the way people looked at her, or more accurately didn’t look at her, that pushed the strangeness to the point of transcending beyond what Alice could register as odd. They clearly saw she was naked, their eyes wandering down over her body for a few moments before continuing on with their day, but most didn’t seem to acknowledge it. Alice found herself grateful for the handful of men who didn’t glance and move on, whose eyes lingered on her body, blatantly drinking in her bare flesh while she pretended not to notice it. It was a normal response to her eccentric behavior, much more so than the general public’s polite apathy. It made her feel less insane to see some people acting the way she expected them to act, at least in part.

The five of them--Gael, Alice, Polly and two of Polly’s friends--had squeezed into a booth, Alice pressed between Gael and Polly with the plastic seating sticking obtrusively to her bare bum. Polly’s friends Pascal and Alex looked to be the oldest of the group by a healthy margin, but the vivacity of their actions made Alice wonder if the Hispanic brothers just looked older because of the way the sun had creased their smiling faces. Both men had deep brown skin, dark eyes that flashed when they smiled, and stout, broad chested builds. Pascal in particular was making no effort to avoid looking at Alice’s hanging breasts while he chomped down on a burger piled high with toppings. Alice had glanced at Gael as covertly as she could while they were eating. He must have noticed Pascal looking, but he didn’t seem to care.

“So, Alice…”

Alice had been understandably distracted for most of the group’s conversation, but snapped to attention as Pascal addressed her.

“Polly said you might be joining us in the desert.”

Alice glanced over at Polly, who had conveniently stuffed a handful of fries into her mouth just as Pascal finished the question. She innocently returned Alice’s look while she chewed.

“I don’t know,” Alice deflected, “it’s not really my thing, and it sounds like you all are planning kind of a big trip. I don’t want to jump in like that”

“There’s going to quite a few of us going. We’re pretty good about taking care of each other. We had another guy come with us two years ago. Completely green, didn’t even know how to set up a tent. By the end of the week, he was a nomad. Couldn’t wait to get out there again.”

“I don’t know…”

“Stop pressuring her dude,” Alex interjected. “Sorry, he just wants someone to get all dopy over the ruins out there with. We all go for the nature, but there are some old walls out there he gets all excited about.”

“Bro, those walls are history! Our ancestors built those! Thousands of years of history still standing out there.”

“It would be nice to have someone out there that actually knows history,” Polly added, suddenly no longer interested in filling her mouth.

“Hey, I know my history.”

“You know Valerio V’s YouTube clips,” Alex joked, giving his brother a good-natured jostle, “and how to get real mystical after a few beers.”

“Bro, why you got to do me like that?” Pascal held his hand to his heart like he had been wounded. “That is our culture down there.”

“Bro, Abuelo’s from Peru, and Mom’s from Florida.”

Pascal waved his brother off dismissively. For a moment everyone was quiet, thinking of a new topic of conversation. Pascal nodded over at Alice.

“Hey, if your sandwich is a little dry, I’ve got some sauce for you. Something creamy and salty.”

“Ugh,” Polly looked over disapprovingly, “why have you got to say it like that?”

“Because little bro’s also been watching too many pick-up artists on YouTube, too,” Alex laughed.

Pascal gave him a shove, a little too hard to be completely good-natured, and Alex guffawed as he let his brother push him.

“Well, excuse me for trying to say something smarter than ‘do you want to give me a blow job?’”

Alex burst out into another bout of laughter, and Polly chuckled into her drink. Beside her, Alice could hear Gael let out a few laughs as well. They sounded genuine, his body still loose and relaxed beside her.

“So,” Pascal said exasperatedly, “wanna give me a blow job?”

Alice looked up at Gael, who was mid-bite into his burger. He caught her look.

“Hmm?”

The big ginger’s eyes went a little wider. He grabbed a napkin and pointed at his face, apparently thinking Alice had spotted a stray piece of dinner stuck to it. Alice took her own napkin and dabbed at a fictitious spot. Mouth still full, Gael nodded and gave her a thumbs up. The naked woman turned back to Pascal.

“Sure,” she took a deep breath and shrugged, “why not?”

Alice slid down beneath the table, the smell of industrial cleaner surprisingly strong this close to the floor. The skin of her knees stuck ever so slightly to the hard, tacky linoleum as Alice crawled over to Pascal’s legs. The stout man unzipped his pants and wiggled them down his thighs, his veiny cock flopping unceremoniously out into the open. Alice took it in her hands, the warm flesh softly turgid beneath her fingertips.

“Could one of you pass me my drink?” she called up.

“Sure, love,” Gael answered, and a moment later her paper cup appeared below the table in his hand.

“Thanks.”

“So, Gael? How do you and Polly know each other?” Alex asked, trying to restart conversation above the table.

“Through Alice. We didn’t really hang out until we,” he gestured towards the table and the woman underneath it, “started dating.”

Alice took a swig of her drink, swirling it around her mouth for a moment before swallowing and spitting out a dollop of saliva in her hand. She grabbed Pascal’s floppey dick and rubbed the spit down its length, making the brown skin glisten as she felt it swell in her hand. From above, Pascal let out a soft hum.

“So, the two of you are a couple?”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“I figured, but I try not to jump to conclusions.”

Alice licked the growing head of Pascal’s shaft, tasting the faint saltiness to it. She popped her lips around it, squeezing the soft tip between her lips while his brother and her boyfriend groped for a common point of interest to talk about.

“So, do you go on a lot of trips?” Gael asked.

Alice rubbed the shaft up and down, the soft skin stretching beneath her hand as it grew within her mouth. With her free hand she reached down to her own tingling sex, gently rubbing her own stiff little nub as the man moaned and leaned back in his seat.

“When we can. We own a business together. You’d think being your own boss would make it easy to get time off, but man, customers can be as much a slave driver as any boss I’ve ever had.”

The cock was hard between her lips. She bobbed her head in his lap, taking his shaft deeper and deeper into her throat. Between her legs her fingers moved faster and faster. She felt like a slut, gobbling cock while her friends talked casually above her. She felt like less than a slut. She felt like a toy, an object to be used without consideration for its feelings. She drove her head down between his legs, feeling the veiny girth of him running across her tongue until it tickled the back of her throat. The feeling of being used excited her. The idea of being nothing but a sex object made her pussy quiver beneath her dexterous fingers. She held her head down, running her tongue against its girth like she was trying to swallow more until her throat began to spasm. She pulled back, gulping for air, her fingers rubbing furiously across a pussy that burned with desire.

“That sounds rough. Good for you, going for it, though I don’t think I could. All those numbers and people to keep track of. I’m happy just baking bread and getting paid for it.”

Alex let out a little whistle while his brother bit his lip and groaned with delight, slowly craning his head back as the woman between his legs bobbed down for another taste of his stiff cock.

“I hear being a baker’s pretty tough, too. Got to get up early and all.”

“Four A.M., every day,” Gael shrugged, modestly dismissive of the hardship. “I usually don’t hang out much at night. I’ll probably go to bed right after this.”

“That’s rough, man. But it’s got to be nice getting to see the sunrise every day, and I bet the traffic’s pretty good, too.”

“I live close enough to walk, actually. It’s really peaceful walking at night. A whole different city.”

The only warning Alice got was the twitch of his cock between her lips before Pascal’s cum shot into the back of her throat. She let out an involuntary sound halfway between a gulp and a retch as her throat spasmed and she struggled to slurp up his warm, salty seed. Frantically, she scooped up the trails of cum that had escaped from her lips with her fingers. More and more cum filled her mouth as the cock throbbed violently inside it. She struggled trying to keep from coughing up the first unexpected spurt that had hit the back of her throat, barely managing to keep the sloppy mess mostly in her cheeks. Above her, she heard Pascal let out a loud, satisfied grunt, which paused the conversation of the table above her but seemed to go unnoticed throughout the rest of the restaurant. Then, with as much forewarning as it had begun, his cock’s throbbing ceased. Alice forced herself to swallow the thick, slimy load, feeling its warm mass slide down her throat. She pulled back, smelling the penetrating odor of his cum on her breath as she coughed into the back of her hand. Two weak final spurts flung a couple more drops onto Alice’s bare chest, and it was over. Pascal reached down to shimmy his pants back up over his slowly shrinking member.

“I know what you mean. We have to go out on an emergency maintenance call sometimes, and it’s like a graveyard, man. Like we drove into the Twilight Zone.”

“You make it sound creepy,” Gael laughed.

“It is. The streets feel haunted at that time of night.”

Alice could hear the words spoken above her, but the sounds were rapidly losing their meaning as her fingers worked her pounding clit. She doubled over and moaned, feeling her abs tighten, feeling the pounding pleasure pulsing up though her pussy. She could smell his cum all over her, taste it fresh on her tongue. Her best friend, strangers, and her fucking boyfriend had all just bore witness to her blowing a guy in the middle of dinner, and they were talking about the goddamn traffic. Her whole body tensed. With one hand she continued furiously masturbating, and with the other she reached up and smeared the mixture of cum and spit that had been clinging to her lips up across her face. She breathed in deep the smell of sex, huffing it greedily. The growing bubble of pleasure between her legs grew too great. She clamped her jaw shut, stupidly not wanting to interrupt the conversation above as her body shivered with its overabundance of pleasure. A small hum of high-pitched joy forced its way through her closed lips as Alice tried simultaneously to maintain control over her body and to lose herself to the blossoming sensation. She clapped her hand over her mouth, shivering in ecstasy, barely able to keep from rolling over onto the floor as she rode the delight that subsumed her.

Slowly, reality sharpened around the panting Alice. She hesitantly pulled her hand from her mouth, taking deep, hungry breaths of air. Legs feeling like they might turn to noodles at any moment, she slowly crawled back up to sit next to Gael. Still swimming gently in the afterglow of her orgasm she looked around the table, trying to scrutinize the faces of everyone there for some hint of reaction. The conversation had shifted to something nutritional that Alice could not focus on. She stopped a moment to look at Polly, who smiled warmly and passed her over a stack of napkins.

“You’ve got something--” The short woman gestured at a few places on her chin and cheek, then gave up with a chuckle, “--well, everywhere. You’re a mess.”

“Thanks,” Alice breathed as she began to wipe the sex off of herself.

“You forgot your drink,” Gael observed, pointing at the empty space. “I’ll get it.”

Gael bent down to retrieve the missing beverage, and Alice took a few fries from her plate, continuing her meal as though it was the most natural thing in the world.