The Waitress Lets Loose at a Rave

I would like to thank my editor neuroparenthetical for their invaluable assistance and persistence as I try to apply their teachings.

This is the third story in the series, which is still pending moderation. The first two are:

A Night with The Waitress

The Waitress - The Next Chapter

So, on with the story!

Chapter 1

I love dance music. Heading out to an EDM concert or a rave always ranks as a great night out. The music, the lights and, of course, the raver babes showing acres of skin makes them unforgettable. Katie, my wife, does not like the music, and the smoke machines they use play havoc with her asthma, so she avoids them, but I really want someone I am close with to accompany me. I have mates who also attend, but that's not what I'm after. I desire the soft, warm body of a woman grinding against me, in my arms.

I am grateful I found Tiarna; she loves clubbing and raving with her friends and is more than happy to drag her middle-aged lover along. We've been to many nightclubs together and fooled around in most of them. We even got kicked out of one club when security found Tiarna on her knees sucking my cock in the disabled bathroom. We were both been rather embarrassed while being escorted out, but burst into laughter once we were outside.

There is an annual EDM & laser show coming up called "Frequency Farm," and I ask if she would like to come with me.

"Oh yeah," she says, eyes sparkling. "I guess I'm leaving with cum leaking from me?"

I grin. Tiarna rolls her eyes.

"Typical," she huffs, but the smirk on her face tells me she is all for it.

"Honestly, Tiarna," I say, "I just want your company. I've always wanted someone important to me at these things, and not for what you're thinking."

"Right, sure," she teases.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Yeah, OK, I'm a creep. I get it -- but believe it or not, not everything is about sex with me."

She stares at me for a few seconds. "You really mean it, don't you?" she asks, brushing my cheek.

I nod. "But, let's not forget I am a creep, so you never know."

She huffs, but kisses me.

Chapter 2

I book a hotel near the venue for the night, making sure to include the 'late checkout' option. I'm not a young man anymore; dealing with crowded and infrequent public transport at some ungodly hour of the morning is just not something I can handle these days. That's before even considering the roughly two-and-a-bit hours it would take to actually get home afterwards.

We arrive, check in, and order some wine and snacks from room service. Once they are delivered, I push Tiarna against the floor-to-ceiling window and kick her feet apart. Her cheek is pressed against the glass and she is grinning, knowing what is about to happen. It is still bright outside and we are a fair way up, but not high enough that someone paying attention won't know what's happening.

My hands run up her thighs and under her dress, hooking into her thong. I pull it down, and it falls to her knees. I slide a hand back up and cup her soft, bald pussy. Slipping a finger into her slit, I find her soaking already. I remove my hand, extract my cock from my jeans, and slide it straight up her.

"Ugh, Jesus," she grunts. "You fucking creep."

"Shut up," I growl back. "You fucking love it."

Tiarna's response confirms it. Her pussy clenches around me and she moans.

I pin her wrists against the glass as I grind my cock in her tight little hole; her breath fogs up the glass as she lets me use her for my own pleasure. I look down at the people on the street and notice a group of guys staring up at us.

"We have an audience," I whisper in her ear. "Pull your top up and let them see those tits."

I loosen my grip and slide my hands down to her waist. She reaches down and pulls her top off, pressing her breasts against the glass.

"Fuck," I grunt, bottoming out in her. "You're such a little slut."

"Only for you," she breathes out. "Cum on my face."

I groan and pound her harder. She squeals each time I push forward. My hands tighten on her waist as I get closer.

"Tiarna!" I moan, pulling my cock from her. She spins and drops to her knees while I furiously jack myself. Her shining blue eyes look up at me as she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out.

"Fuck!" I cry out, exploding over her beautiful face, covering it in rope after rope. My hand is a blur as I work out the frustrations of the week on my stunning mistress.

She leans forward, taking my cock in her mouth and drawing out the last drops. I place my hands on her head and gently stroke, making her moan contentedly.

"Goddamn," I pant. "I fucking love you."

She pops off and looks up at me with the one eye that isn't glued shut. "Yeah, tell me that when you don't have your cock in me -- or your cum plastered all over my face!"

I laugh; she knows I love her. I look down at the guys on the street, still watching us. I give them a thumbs up and they return the gesture. Tiarna looks down at them and waves, getting waves back.

She stands up. I reach to the nearby table, pulling a tissue from the box. I gently wipe the cum from her eye, granting her the ability to see properly again.

"Thank you," she says, then switches gears completely. "Get on your fucking knees and lick my slit."

She pushes down on my shoulders and I drop before her. I love eating pussy, so I don't really need any prompting.

Tiarna looks down at me. "Don't you dare stop till I'm sliding down this fucking window."

She grabs my hair and pulls me to her engorged, leaking pussy, still gaping from the recent intrusion. I push my tongue between her lips, tasting her sweet nectar. Tiarna sighs, and I hear her head hit the glass.

"Fuck!" she exclaims, but the pressure keeps my tongue buried in her.

I run one hand up a leg, feeling her firm and smooth thigh. With the other, I slowly slide two fingers into her and hook them to rub just behind her clit. I let my little finger trace along the skin between her ass and vagina.

She tenses, pulling my head back from her. "Keep out of my ass," she warns. I roll my eyes and she smiles, embarrassment on her face. "Sorry, forgot who I was with."

I know full well to keep away from her tight rear entrance given her history with her ex. She still hasn't elaborated on what really happened, and I will never push her about it. She pulls me back to her beautiful mound, and I suck her bud right back into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.

"Fuck YES!" she cries out, her hand tightening its grip on my hair. Her pussy clamps around my fingers.

I keep flicking and swirling around her clit, my fingers working that spot just inside her. Her juices starting to run down my hand. I feel and hear her breathing changing as she approaches her orgasm.

"Jesus, yes!" she breathes. "Gonna cum on your face."

I pinch her clit between my lips and run my tongue across it before flicking it. Her whole body tenses then convulses. Her cries fill the room as she cums. The grip on my head is excruciating as she pulls me tight to her. The walls of her pussy clamp down on my fingers and I feel her legs starting to shake, threatening to give way.

I do recall being told not to stop till she is sliding down the window, so I keep fingering and gently lapping at her. Her big talk notwithstanding, however, she's finished. She pushes me back.

"Done," she pants. "Fucking done."

I stand and guide her to the bed, where we have a nap.

Chapter 3

We shower separately. Tiarna banishes me to the lounge while she gets dressed and does her makeup. When she emerges, I am struck dumb. She is in a microscopic pleated skirt with a thin black leather garter around one thigh. She opens the jacket she is wearing to reveal there is nothing under it except a series of stickers shaped like stars and coated in glitter. Two large ones are covering her nipples, while others of various sizes are dotted around the rest of her bare chest.

"Goddamn..." I mutter.

Tiarna beams at my reaction.

"Is there anything..." I start to ask, my eyes dipping to her legs.

She turns and bends. The skirt rises up her ass to reveal a thin strip of black material splitting her firm cheeks. She looks back over her shoulder at me.

"I have never been this naked before," she says, standing back up. "Even back before my ex. This is something just for you."

"Wow, just..." I can't form the words.

Tiarna smiles at me, then does the jacket back up. "You ready?" she asks.

I'm ready to throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out, but the need to stroke my ego wins out. I want to show my mistress off, so I nod and loop my arm through hers, leading her out the room.

At the venue, we make our way through security and stop at the coat check. The young man behind the counter struggles to keep his eyes off her chest as she takes her jacket off and hands it to him.

As we walk around the venue, she garners stares from a lot of guys. We struggle to hold in laughter as one guy walks face-first into a pole.

"Grab me a beer?" she asks. "I'll wait here."

I line up. It takes a good ten minutes to reach the front of the queue and get the drinks. When I leave the bar, I see Tiarna chatting with a guy. She sees me walking up and holds out a hand for her drink. The guy turns, and his eyes widen for a second as he sees me.

"This is Brett," Tiarna says. "He lives the next block over from you. Brett, this is my partner, Sebastian."

We shake hands, and Tiarna leans in to whisper in my ear. "I'd love to feel his cock."

She pointedly looks at his crotch, where there is a visible bulge. I'm surprised; she has always said she isn't interested in fucking other guys. I on the other hand, would love to see her taking another man inside her, and she knows it.

"I'm not stopping you," I say.

Tiarna looks at him, then back into my eyes. "You'd still love me?" she asks.

"Of course," I reply.

Brett looks between us, knowing something is going down, but not sure what.

She looks at Brett, biting her lower lip. "Want a hand job?" she asks. Both Brett and I choke on our drinks, making Tiarna laugh.

"Uhhh..." he stammers, looking at me. I nod. "Sure!"

"Great!" Tiarna says excitedly and grabs his hand. "Follow me."

She has clearly been here before for other events, because she leads us straight to a secluded area behind the food carts. She pushes Brett against a fence and works his pants down his legs, freeing his semi-erect cock.

Her delicate hand wraps around him and starts stroking. Brett moans and she places her other hand over his mouth.

"Quiet!" she hisses, stroking faster. Brett's cock is fully hard. He looks to be roughly the same size as me. It is hard to tell; he doesn't 'manscape' like I do.

Brett and I focus on Tiarna's breasts, jiggling them as she works her hand along his shaft. It doesn't take long until we can hear the telltale sound of a cock being jacked. I look up from Tiarna's chest to see her watching me, a question on her face. I nod, and she mouths "Thank you!" at me before looking back down at Brett's cock. I keep staring at her. I'm not sure what's changed, but if she's comfortable with it, so am I.

"If my heart didn't already belong to someone," she says to Brett while her eyes flick to mine, "you'd be getting more than just my hand."

Brett groans into the hand that's covering his mouth.

"Cum for me," she coos. Brett tenses, and I glance down to see the head of his cock looking purple and angry. Seconds later, he erupts, cum shooting a good few feet. Tiarna does not let up while he keeps firing rope after rope. She looks up at me, grinning, but also carefully watching for my reaction. Brett has to put his hand over hers to stop her.

She smiles at him. I mouth "love you" at her, making her eyes shine as she removes her hand from his mouth to brush some hair behind her ear.

"Might see you round," Tiarna says to him. "I do spend a bit of time in this creep's bed." She jerks a thumb my way.

"Lucky bastard!" he says with a laugh.

"See ya!" Tiarna says, then turns, grabs my hand, and leads me back into the venue.

Chapter 4

We walk in through a wall of sound, the beat literally pulsing in my chest. The smell of Red Bull, vapes, Axe body spray and sweat assaults my nostrils, triggering flashbacks to my younger days at events like this -- and, more recently, to the many nightclubs and bars Tiarna and I have attended since we started dating. I grin as she pulls me through the crowd. She stops in the middle of the dance floor and leans back against me, looking up as lasers and lights sweep overhead. My arms wrap around her and pull her close to me. I feel her sigh and lean into me as I kiss her neck.

She is getting a lot of looks from both men and women; her breasts bounce and jiggle as she starts dancing and grinding her ass into my crotch. We dance together, always touching -- whether it's my hand on her waist, her arms over my shoulders, or her body pressing into me.

As the DJ finishes his set, the lights go out. Tiarna spins, and her hand drops to my cock, stroking it through my jeans. Our lips meet, and her tongue snakes its way into my mouth. She moans softly as people move around us, waiting for the next DJ. I hold her close, revelling in her warmth and softness. This is what I have always craved at these events: a body to press against while experiencing the sights, the sounds, and the smells.

Moments later, a wall of sound and light explodes across the dance floor as the next DJ plays his intro. Tiarna pulls back from the kiss and smirks. I recognise the glint in her eyes and wonder how long it will be before my cock is in one of her amazing holes.

Like with the prior DJ, we spend the next hour or so dancing together. Again, some part of us always in contact with the other. My hands roam over every inch of available skin, dipping beneath her short skirt to rub and fondle her ass before running up to gently brush her breasts. I do occasionally reach around and feel her pussy through her panties, pressing the material into her slit, feeling how wet she is. For her part, Tiarna frequently reaches down to stroke me through my jeans, kissing down my neck and just plain teasing me.

The DJ's set comes to an end; the last bars of the song fade and lights dim. As soon as they go out completely, I feel Tiarna working my pants, extracting my cock. Once she has it out, she reaches under her dress. Her thong hits the floor seconds later. I feel her hand wrap around me as she guides me to her entrance, angling her hips before backing on to me.

Her hot, wet tunnel stretches around me as she presses back. Just as her ass hits my crotch, the next DJ starts and the lights come up. My hands find her hips and I close my eyes, revelling in the feeling of being balls deep in my blonde, blue-eyed mistress, surrounded by hundreds -- maybe thousands -- of people.

She starts grinding on me as the intro fades into the first song of the set. She looks over her shoulder at me, grinning, and winks. The urge to simply start fucking her right here -- in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by people -- is overwhelming. Instead, I keep my hands on her waist as she rolls her hips. The feeling of her pulsing on me as she twerks against me shoots bolts of pleasure straight to my brain. I notice a few people around us, watching closely, obviously aware of what is happening. Neither of us notice security beginning to pay attention to our activities.

Tiarna keeps working her pussy on me. Her wetness starts to run down my balls, driving me closer to exploding inside her hot little hole. The DJ plays his number one hit, and the crowd goes wild. Tiarna takes this opportunity to look back and mouth "Do it now," at me.

I follow her instructions and start thrusting, trying to make it look like we're just dancing. After only a few hard strokes, I'm done. My cock explodes inside her, my hands tightening on her waist while I pump her full of cum.

Tiarna looks back at me, then past me. Her eyes widen, and even in this light, I see her blush. "Oh, fuck," she says under her breath. That is when I feel a hand on my shoulder, gripping firmly.

Chapter 5

"Put it away and come with us," a voice shouts into my ear. I look back to see two security guards behind us. My stomach clenches and I feel cold.

My cock softens in a hurry and falls out of Tiarna. I feel my cum dropping from her, and can imagine it running down her thighs. I reach between us and put myself away. As soon as that is done, we are led off the dance floor and into the building beside the venue -- into a boring, plain office. Another security guard sits behind the desk.

"This is the couple who were fucking," says the guard who escorted us. The one behind the desk looks up, eyes roving over Tiarna. They soon fix upon her thighs, which I guess are shining.

"Thanks," he says in a strong European accent. "There's something happening by the burger place..."

"On it," says the guard who escorted us and leaves the room, closing the door.

"I'd ask you to sit," he says, pointedly looking at Tiarna's legs, "but I don't want to deal with explaining why there's stains on the furniture."

Tiarna, normally the last person to be embarrassed about anything sexual, turns beet red. She reaches for my hand. I take it, tightly lacing my fingers in hers.

"This is a public venue," he says matter-of-factly, "and the owners don't take too kindly to anything that might impact their liquor license -- like people fucking in plain sight. I can have you both done for Sexual Exposure. That will earn you up to two years jail."

My hand is being squeezed so tightly that I wince; I can feel Tiarna trembling.

There's a knock on the door. The guard grunts.

"Boss, need you for a sec," says someone from behind us.

The guard behind the desk sighs and stands. "Don't get any ideas," he says, walking around us. "I'll be right outside."

He leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Tiarna takes a breath and turns to look at me. "We're screwed, and not in the good way."

I nod. "Yeah, if I can't pass a police check annually, I lose my job."

Tiarna swallows and reaches out to take both my hands. Voices filter through from the corridor. She drops her head and looks at the floor. Her feet shuffle nervously. "Do you love me?" she asks, still looking down.

"Of course," I reply. "With all my heart."

"Please don't hate me," she says, leaning her forehead against mine. Fear's crept into her voice. "I couldn't stand it if I lost you."

"I..." I'm stumped. I'd happily sunk my cock into her and cum in her on the dance floor. I'm just as responsible for our predicament as she is.

"Just, no matter what," she continues, voice trembling, "I need you to remember I'll always love you -- always be yours."

Now she has me worried. The guard comes back in. Tiarna takes a breath and stands up straight, releasing my hands. The transformation is jarring. A second ago she was scared and vulnerable; now, she is confident and outgoing.

The guard sits down and looks up at her, eyes roving over her like she's prey.

"Now, where were we?" he asks -- more to cover for his blatant eye-fucking than anything else.

Tiarna speaks up. "Is there anything I can do? My man can't afford to have anything in his criminal history." Her voice is alluring and seductive. A hand runs up her side, catching her skirt and lifting it just enough to give him a peek of her lips. It continues up to cup her breast. The guards eyes are fixed on her hand as it travels up her body.

"Anything at all I can do," she coos, gently pulling the sticker covering her nipple. The guard swallows, and his eyes bulge.

She removes the sticker and rolls the nipple between her fingers, sucking in a breath. "I'll be a good little girl and moan for you," she breathes as she peels the sticker from her other breast. "I'll scream your name if that's what you want." She leans on the desk and squeezes her breasts together.

The guard can't tear his eyes from her chest and squirms uneasily in his seat.

"I can put up a fight if that's your thing," Tiarna moans, standing straight and lifting the skirt to give him his first full view of her gleaming pussy.

The guard groans, eyes boring into her.

She places her feet further apart and spreads her lips with a hand. "Just don't call the cops and you can have this," she says, dipping a finger into herself.

"Fuck..." the guard whispers.

A small whimper comes from Tiarna as she swirls a finger around her clit. "Please," she says. "I'll even let you cum in my tight, wet cunt." Her final words are a barely audible whisper.

The guard's resolve crumbles as he pushes his chair back.

"Suck my fucking cock, you goddamn slut!" he orders. I see Tiarna glance nervously at me. She takes a breath and walks around the table, kneeling before the guard. She works his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing her to pull them down, which frees his already hard cock.

"Now, suck it, bitch," he says, staring down into her blue eyes.

"Yes, sir," Tiarna replies, gently wrapping a hand around him and making him moan. She licks from base to tip, then kisses the head, but he grabs her head and slams her down his length in one go, holding her down until she gags.

"I said 'suck' you fucking slut!" he barks.

Tiarna starts bobbing -- sucking, slurping and using her hand to stroke his shaft.

The guard keeps his eyes glued to hers while she throats him. "Yeah, that's it," he groans, hands guiding her head.

She keeps working him while I watch, captivated. I've been on the receiving end of her amazing oral skills many times, but seeing someone else's reactions as she blows their mind... I wonder if I look as dumbstruck.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes. Tiarna takes the opportunity to look sidelong at me. She manages to look nervous, fearful and incredibly turned on all at once. Her asking me earlier not to hate her suddenly makes sense. She is worried my feelings for her will change, seeing her do this. I smile warmly at her, hoping to reassure her yet again that I'm not the jealous or possessive type -- or at least am not so long as I get to have her. Seeing the fire in her eyes, I know she is actually loving this. She loves the power she has over this man. I wish it had been in better circumstances.

I see his grip tighten on her head, and he pulls her off his cock.

"Bend over the desk, you fucken whore," he growls, standing and pulling Tiarna up by the hair. "Look into your boyfriend's eyes while I take you."

Tiarna does as instructed and bends over the desk, her eyes locking onto mine. The guard kicks her feet apart and lines himself up, sinking himself in one powerful stroke that makes her gasp.

Her hands grip the edge of the desk as he starts just drilling himself into her.

"I'm so sorry," she mouths at me.

I reach out and gently stroke her cheek. "I love you," I mouth back at her.

A hand leaves her hips, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking back hard. The security guard growls. "This pussy is so good, maybe I let my whole team run you through."

"No, please," Tiarna whimpers, but again, there is that ripple of emotions across her face -- lust, fear, desire, anxiety. I know if he did decide to let his team have a turn, she would happily take them all.

Before I have a chance to reassure her, he pulls out. "On your back, slut," he orders. She pushes up and turns, laying back on the desk and spreading her legs. He hooks his arms under her knees and pulls them further apart.

He slides his cock along her wet, inflamed slit. "Guide me in like the fucking whore you are."

She reaches down, fingers finding his shaft and aiming it at her entrance.

He pushes forward and resumes railing my blonde goddess. The sound of their bodies colliding almost drowns out his grunts and groans. His balls slap against her ass; when his pelvis hits her pussy, I can literally hear how wet it is.

He's fucking her so hard she's moving across the desk and has to grab hold to steady herself.

"Oh, fuck!" he cries. "Here it comes, you dirty fucken slut!"

After a few more strokes, he plunges himself deep inside, draining his balls into her. He closes his eyes and rides out the last of his orgasm before letting her legs fall. They're both panting, recovering slowly.

He reaches forward and grabs a handful of hair. "Clean my cock, whore," he says, pulling her off the desk and onto her knees.

Tiarna does as instructed, licking and sucking his cock and balls clean of their juices.

While she is doing that, he calls up one of his team on the radio to collect and escort us from the premises. She sits back on her heels, looking up at him when she is done.

"Go wait in the hall," he says, pulling his pants up.

Tiarna stands and puts the stickers back over her nipples. I open the door for her. She keeps her head down and eyes fixed on the floor. When I also exit the office, I turn to see her facing away from me, clutching at herself.

I step in front of her, but she won't look at me. A tear rolls down her cheek. I gently wipe it away.

"Do you hate me?" she asks.

I lift her face to mine with a finger under her chin. "What for?" I ask. "I'm still deeply in love with you. I'm not angry or disappointed in you."

She sniffles, and her body relaxes. "Even after... that?" she asks tentatively.

"Tiarna, what is really concerning you?" I ask. "I saw your face. I know how much you..."

I am about to say I saw how much she enjoyed herself when our escort comes around the corner.

"Come with me," he says gruffly.

"Can we go by the cloakroom?" I ask. "We need to get her jacket."

He nods, and we start off. After we pick up her jacket and are shown the door, we're on a footpath in front of the venue, where crowds are milling about and the music is still more than audible.

Chapter 6

Tiarna still seems off, so I loop my arm through hers and pull her close as we start walking towards our hotel.

Once we're alone, she stops, and I turn to face her.

"So you're OK with me using my body to get us off the hook?" she asks.

That is a loaded question. If I say yes, she can accuse me of being happy she's willing to sell herself for favours. If I say no, I appear ungrateful for what she did.

"Look," I reply, "I've wanted to see you with another man for a while -- obviously not in circumstances like that -- but I did see the look on your face. You enjoyed it once you let yourself go. So, no, I don't have an issue with you fucking that guy."

Tiarna smiles. "I did like the power I had over him. He thinks he was in control, but I broke his will in under five minutes. Did you see his phone? He had his partner and kids on the lockscreen -- and he was a decent fuck. In different circumstances, I might have cum on his cock."

I wince at that, and she brushes some hair behind her ear. "You know that you said you are deeply in love with me back while we were waiting to be escorted out?"

I freeze. "Did I?" I don't recall saying that, but it's true regardless.

She nods and drapes her arms over my shoulders. "You sure did, lover." She kisses my neck, sending a shiver down my spine, then leans in to whisper in my ear. "I don't want some other guys cum running down my thighs when I say it the first time, but you know how I feel, don't you?"

I moan as she starts nibbling my neck. Before I even realize what's happening, she's biting down and sucking. I'm going to have one hell of a hickey in the morning.

"Want to reclaim me?" she coos in my ear, her hand stroking my cock through my pants. "I'm sure I can say it as you're exploding inside me."

"Oh, fuck me!" I groan.

A group of guys walks past as she's nuzzling my neck and groping my crotch. One brazenly says, "Hey baby, if you want a real man to give you a proper fucking..." and gestures at himself. "And you don't need to worry about me having a stroke or heart attack!" His friends laugh at his comment.

I look back to Tiarna and see a twinkle in her eyes. "Would it bother you?" she asks, nodding her head towards him.

I shake my head. "So long as you put him in his place."

She grins. "I love how we think alike." Then she turns her attention towards her catcaller.

"Oh, yeah?" she says firmly. "You know the best fuck I've had besides him-" She jerks a thumb at me. "-Left me unable to speak or even move for five minutes afterwards, and sitting for the next three days was painful. He had me cumming non-stop for half an hour, just from his cock drilling me into the mattress." The guys just stare at her. "And I still have better sex than that with this fucking pervert. Think you can top that?"

The guy who called out to her looks her over, then looks at me. I'd never fucked her as hard as that guy from Germany -- there's no way I could last that long going that hard -- but she already admitted once before that the best sex of her life was with me -- that it was the emotional connection she found more important than the purely physical aspect.

"If you think you can go full on for thirty minutes and make me cum more than four times from nothing more than your cock in me," she says, "bring it. If you can, you get my number. If not, you make a public social media post that stays up for at least forty-eight hours admitting you can't fuck me better than some creepy old fart in his late forties."

"Hey!" I complain, though only half-heartedly. "Right fucking here!"

Tiarna looks at me and winks. The guy mumbles something and starts walking off. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she calls after him. "All show, no go."

His mates piss themselves as they head off down the road. The guy turns and walks back up to us. If nothing else, it shuts the rest of them up.

"You're fucking on," he says. "At least I'll get my dick wet in you."

"Alright then, I guess I'm slutting it up tonight!" Tiarna laughs, looking nervously at me. I nod, smiling at her.

She grabs my hand, and we start off again towards the hotel. She calls over her shoulder, "Well, you coming?"

The group of guys starts following us. I lead them in through a side entrance so we don't raise the suspicion of reception. When we get to the room, Tiarna takes charge.

"Nobody records anything," she says firmly, "so phones in the bathroom, now."

The guys all follow her instructions and place their phones on the counter. I close the door when the last one exits. She even checks to make sure nobody is wearing smart glasses.

"Good," she says. "Now, you all stay along the wall. I don't care if you jack off, but only two guys touch or cum on me."

The guys spread out. Tiarna sheds her jacket, earning a collection of moans from the guys as they see what she is -- or, more accurately, isn't -- wearing. She peels off the stars, leaving her in nothing but her short, pleated skirt.

"I hope you like sloppy seconds," she teases, "or, more accurately, sloppy thirds!" With that, she sends the skirt to the floor.

"Damn..." the guy mutters, staring at her thighs, which are still gleaming with cum. Just above that is her well-used pussy. Most of the guys around the wall are groping themselves through their pants.

I just whip mine out and start stroking.

Tiarna looks at it, then up at me, and smiles, licking her lips. "Well..." she says, crawling onto the bed, then laying back and spreading her legs. She looks at the guy she challenged. "You chickening out?"

This prompts him into action. He strips, freeing his reasonably-sized cock. He strokes himself a few times before he climbs on the bed and over my mistress.

She wraps her hand around him before lining him up. She looks over at me. "Time him?"

I nod and pull my phone out, starting the timer as he makes his first thrust. Seeing my cock out, the other guys pull out theirs and start stroking as the guy starts bouncing Tiarna's ass off the mattress. Their grunts and slapping bodies echo around the room.

My blonde bombshell looks at me with her bright blue eyes and smiles. In that look is all the love, affection and desire for me she can muster; I almost blow my load seeing it. The guy's rutting gets harder, the loud squishing and slapping drowning out their grunts. I see her eyes roll back in her head; her arms wrap around him.

After a few more minutes, he pulls out. "Knees, slut."

Tiarna rolls over and sticks her ass up. His cock slides back in as his hands grasp her waist. I can see by his face he is close already. I look at the phone and, although it's about to tick over nine minutes, I'm quietly impressed. He has been railing her hard for the entire time, but she has not cum once. I grin, remembering her saying that 'German Guy' is the only one who has ever made her orgasm from penetrative sex. She rigged this from the start.

Lost in my thoughts, I miss the leadup to the guy's orgasm. "Oh, FUCK!" he cries, slamming home and dumping his load.

Tiarna looks over at me, grinning. "You're still the best," she says and winks at me.

"Duh!" I reply.

The guy collapses on her back, sweat forming a sheen on his body.

"Time to pay up, loser!" she laughs. "Get off me and grab your phone."

"Fuck," he says. "Worth it" The four other guys are still hard and stroking themselves.

Tiarna falls to her side and motions me to her. "You OK?"

I nod and stroke some hair from her face. "Dream come true."

She grins. "How about one more then?"

I raise an eyebrow, and she pushes me away. "Make sure he doesn't record anything."

The guy who fucked Tiarna returns, and I ask for his phone. He hands it over.

Tiarna, seeing that, looks around the room and speaks loudly to the crew. "You guys can cum on me if you want. Come kneel on the bed and jack yourselves off. No touching me."

Four guys leap onto the bed, and they all start furiously jacking themselves over my mistress. It doesn't take long before the first load splashes across her tits. Tiarna moans as the ropes hit her chest.

The next load coats her pussy - already red, raw and leaking cum from three guys. The first few jets hit her clit, making her cry out in ecstasy. The last two paint her face, gluing both eyes shut.

I point at the guy who blew on her tits. "Take her into the bathroom and clean her up."

He gently guides her off the bed.

"Keep those hands PG-13 or I'll have your balls," she warns. I chuckle, because I know she means every word.

The other guys clean themselves up and get their dicks back in their pants. When Tiarna comes back, she's wrapped in a robe.

"So," she says, walking up to the guy who had fucked her, "You didn't last and didn't make me cum even once. My forty-six-year-old lover over there fucks better than you, boy."

His friends burst out laughing. "Yeah, well at least you fucked..." he starts to say.

Tiarna cuts him off. "My body count is in the hundreds, so getting me into bed is really not that hard. But it does mean I know the difference between good and bad sex, and you don't rank as anything special."

His mates lose their shit, and he goes red.

"Video time!" Tiarna says, reaching out for his phone. I hand it over, and she leans into my ear. "I need one more load in me tonight, then I'll say it."

"Hundreds?" I whisper back.

Tiarna grins conspiratorially and puts a finger to her lips. She types a message and gets him to read it to himself a few times to be sure he gets it right before starting the recording on his phone.

"Hi, my name is Barry and I'm twenty-five. I just tried to prove I can fuck a twenty-six-year-old better than her late-forties DILF with a dad bod. I couldn't last and I didn't make her cum. Even though my cock is bigger than her boyfriend's, I have no idea how to use it to please a woman."

Tiarna turns the phone on herself.

"Yeah, he did nothing for me. Do not recommend. Stay classy, ladies."

She stops the recording and hands it back to him. "Post it."

He swallows. "Please?"

"Post. It. Now." Tiarna says firmly. "That was the condition of us having sex. If you back out now, I can go to the cops and have you done for sexual assault."

His face turns white as he turns to a mate.

"She's right," he says. "That was the agreement -- a condition of her giving consent. Break it, and... well, she did not consent."

"Fuck, fine." He posts it and shows Tiarna it is on his feed. She follows him and likes the post.

"Forty-eight hours or your ass is mine," she warns him. "Now, all of you fuck off. I need my man to rail me properly."

Chapter 7

I usher them out the door and return to see Tiarna standing at the end of the bed.

She looks at me. "Are you OK with, well... everything?"

I push the robe off her shoulders, admiring her breasts. I look up and trace a finger along her cheek.

"Apart from getting caught on the dance floor buried in your tight little cunt," I say. Tiarna rolls her eyes. "I am fine with everything."

She frowns. "The only guy I actually wanted to fuck," she says, "and he got stuck with a hand job while those two assholes got to finish in me. If I'd have known tonight would end up like this, I'd have let him take me behind those food carts. Hopefully he comes into the cafe one day, because if he does, you'll get your threesome."

She licks her lips while I stroke her arm. I have a feeling I am going to be taking many more walks around my neighbourhood -- hopefully running into him and pointing him towards somewhere with great coffee and a smoking-hot blonde waitress.

"Well," she says with a grin. "Want to reclaim me? Make me yours again? You know there's cum from two other guys in me."

She lets me push the robe the rest of the way to the ground.

"On the bed, now." I give her a push, and she falls backwards onto the mattress.

Her legs part. Then she does the thing that always drives me wild: she snakes a hand down and spreads herself with two fingers for me. "Make love to your filthy little slut?" she asks, holding herself open. A small trickle of cum leaks from her.

"No," I reply. "I'll make love to my amazing, sexy, horny mistress."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," she coos.

I lie on top of her. My cock easily finds her entrance. I push forward, and as I sink into her, I feel she is wet, loose, and nothing like I remember. It's the same pair of eyes gazing up at me, though, and the same nails running down my back.

I start stroking into her. "Damn, you're loose after taking those two," I grunt.

She slaps me playfully on the arm. "Prick!"

"Come on," I say, thrusting deep. "They were both bigger than me!"

I lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth, gently letting it pull through my teeth. Tiarna cries out; her pussy clenches around me. I blow on the nipple, making it hard as a diamond. She sucks in a breath. I continue swapping nipples until they are both red and her reaction is less pleasure and more pain.

I feel the wetness and cum from her earlier encounters coating my balls and running between us. Knowing two of the three loads in her are not mine drives me insane.

I lean down and kiss her, knowing I'm going to dump the fourth load of the night in her. Her hand reaches up to cup my neck and hold me to her while she explores my mouth with her tongue.

I groan, and she pushes me up, breaking our kiss.

As the first jet of cum shoots from my cock, she looks into my eyes. "I am so in love with you," she says, smiling.

All I can do in response is moan and continue shooting deep inside her, reclaiming her as my own. She rocks her hips, milking the last few drops from me. I am panting, but can't look away from her brilliant blue eyes as they bore into me.

Eventually, she pulls me to her and wraps her arms around me. "I truly am in love," she whispers in my ear.

I kiss her neck, nibbling lightly.

She turns her head, presenting herself more fully to me. "Mark me," she pleads.

I suck and bite down, leaving a hickey that will be very hard to hide. That's rather the point.

"Oh gods, yes!" she moans, her nails scratching hard down my back. We mark each other before I roll off her, my back screaming in pain.

Tiarna looks over at me. "I had to claim you somehow," she says innocently.

I roll my eyes, but am unable to hide the amusement.

"Well, I need a shower," she declares, "but I think I'm going to be leaking all fucking night."

I roll off the bed and help her up, noting that her poor, abused pussy is puffy, red, and glistening with juices.

"Been a while since it's been so beaten up!" she laughs, looking down at herself. I remember being told about the time she took on ten guys in a gangbang. I was jealous I hadn't been there, especially since she made it clear that was never happening again. After tonight, I'm not so sure.

While in the shower, I gently clean the cum from her thighs and pussy. As expected, though, she is leaking again by the time we hop in bed.

She turns her back to me, pulling my arm over her.

I scoot up and press into her. "Thank you, Tiarna," I say quietly, kissing along her shoulder.

"Mmm," she coos. "Anything for you."

Chapter 8

Sunlight streams into the room from a gap in the curtains. I open my eyes up to see Tiarna watching me.

"Damn, never realised how creepy that is," I mumble. Tiarna smiles. I lean forward and give her a quick kiss.

"Can I ask you a question?" she queries. Before I can answer, she continues. "Are you really OK with last night?"

I sit up and stretch; I feel her following my movements with her eyes. "Yes, honestly I am OK," I reply, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her to me.

"Last night was 'Old Tiarna' coming out in full force," she says. "Well, almost. "Old Tiarna would've taken on the entire security team and all five guys we brought back to the room." She looks up at me nervously. "But I, ummm... I know you want me to be a perfect little fuck slut you can whore out at sex clubs, or to your friends. Old Tiarna would have been totally on board with all of that... but I don't want to be that person anymore."

She sits up. I open my mouth to say something, but she places a finger on my lips.

"I still have the list of shit Old Tiarna did that I want to do with you," she says, "and I don't mind being taken to sex clubs -- but I am there to be with you, not shared. I'll still get into bed with Katie whenever you want. I've grown rather attached to her. If you're a good boy, I might let Old Tiarna off the leash every now and then."

She bites her lip and looks at me. Lust fills her eyes. "I am still a little slut at heart," she says, kissing my chest. "Are you still OK with that?"

"Tiarna, sex is only part of why I love you," I say, stroking my nails lightly down her arm. "I love just spending time with you. I might be a perverted old creep, but not everything has to be about the sex."

She meets my eyes with a warm smile on her face. "I think that might be why I'm in love with you, and why Old Tiarna might make the odd appearance."