Hidden Public Sex 2 Read online

  We’re like horny rabbits; we dressed up just five minutes ago and already we are naked again.

  His shirt drops to the floor. I brush the gusset of my thong aside and direct his cock with my other hand. Without hesitation he sinks deep, his hotness pressing against me, coaxing a loud mew from me. He starts fucking into me with long, hard strokes, filling me up again and again. With each thrust I feel the knot of pleasure tighter in my abdomen.

  The Ambien-jingle freezes me out of my sex-crazed mind. “Oh, fuck you, Cassie! Damn bitch…” I reach behind my head to end the call, but Henry’s hands shoot forward and steal the buzzing phone from me. “Hey!” I yell, but he already accepted the call.

  “Mira! We got interrupted before? You didn’t answer my messages, so I got worried! Are you there?”

  Henry stopped, but I am flooded with adrenaline; his grin is evil and he practically pierces me with this sadistic look. He doesn’t force me, I realize; No, he gives me the choice.

  Because he knows I’ll do it. He knows I can’t resist the rush. Oh, for fucks sake…

  “I’m here.”

  He grins victoriously and resumes slowly pushing in and out of me, rocking my head softly against the couch pillow.

  “What’s going on? Did you make a mess or something?” “Not yet, no.” My voice is strained. I try to give Henry my deadliest stare yet, but it turns into a soft grimace, distorted by pleasure. He grins and it seems the more I like it, the harder he thrusts into me.

  “Then what was the problem? Is it because of Henry? Did he come early?”

  “No-“ A gasp catches in my throat. “He hasn’t come yet.” Oh god… How can this turn me on?

  “Whatever, listen: I remembered something important. Do you have a pen and paper ready?”

  “God, yeah.”

  “Alright. I need you to go to the shop round the corner and buy me the following items:…”

  Her voice drowns away as my arm stretches, holding the phone away from my panting, mewling mouth. Henry bends over me, his hand caressing over my boob. “You love it, babe,” he whispers.

  His words scare me, because I know he’s right, I feel it with every cell in my body. My left hand moves down to rub my clit, as I return the phone to my ear.

  “…and one or two condoms, just to be sure. Have you got that all down?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Alright, sweety, thank you sooo much, you have no idea how much I appreciate your help! I really owe you one!”

  “Don’t mention it, babe.”

  “Um… Babe? Oh, my… Oh, sweety. I was hoping to talk to you about this sooner…”

  Her words fade into background noise as I clench my jaw and exhale violently through my nose, thinking about how much I love his huge cock in my pussy! And the thrill of being one sound away from catastrophe floods my whole body with so much adrenaline, I feel a nuclear orgasm build up. It’s an incredible high, but suddenly I am downright disgusted by the reality of myself. I hate how little control I have over my life and my brain mounts one final, desperate attempt to put a stop to all of this.

  “Cassie… I need to – need to tell you something.” My mouth opens to a silent scream.

  “I know, sweetie… And believe me, I understand. But I am not a lesbian!“

  Big hands dig into my ribcage and yank me up. I shriek as he twirls me around and places me into his lap, cock still inside me. His hands grab my butt and rock me back and forth, rubbing my clit over his skin. “Holy shit,” I breathe. He pulls my sweater up and engulfs a nipple with his mouth. His cock slides in and out of me. “Holy fucking shit.”

  “I’m so sorry, sweetie… Are you alright?”

  “Yeah!”

  “How are you feeling?”

  What is she talking about? No chance to find out, because he takes the phone from my hand and pulls the sweater up. I raise my arms to help him undress me, before he puts the phone back into my hand. I want to ask her to repeat the question, but it turns into a shriek as his arms embrace the small of my back and squeeze me tightly into his frame, trapping me in his embrace. My nipples brush over his steel chest and then his cock starts pummeling rapidly into me from below. “Shit!”

  “I’m so sorry…”

  “It’s… too hard…!” Henry slows down a bit; his hands knead my hips, conveying an apology.

  “I get it, Mira, I do.”

  The momentary break of his violent thrusting gives me time to think. “Listen, Cassie: It’s about Henry. He’s – oh gaaah– d!” He pulls me hard into his frame and resumes this incredible pace, pressing my helpless body against his, ravaging me like a machine. Every muscle in my body tenses to hold still and not make any betraying sounds, while I have to take everything he gives me. That bastard! I’m not going to let him win!

  “…really dreamy, huh? Did you find his facebook page?”

  “Listen to me!” My voice is strained and pitches high.

  “What is it? I’m listening, Mira! What do you want to tell me?”

  Our bodies are hot against each other; his breath is steam on my chest. Sweat beads roll off my forehead and drop from my nose and chin. My gasps and pants pass like the heavy breathing of a runner. In and out he goes, turning my own body against me; Oh my god, he was right! I love this! How he shows me his love, and that I am better than that cunt, all while hiding it from her… She has no idea, thinks she’ll have a nice flirt with him, while his cock fucks my brains out in our living room couch!

  It would be over once I tell her. Desperate, I scramble my brains for an excuse. “He texted. He’s late.”

  Henry’s pace slows down slightly – he senses I have changed my mind.

  “What? Why’d he text you, of all people?”

  “You’re phone’s offline.” The nonsense just tumbles out of me.

  “What the hell are you talking about? I am holding my phone in my hand right now.”

  I bite my lips as her annoying voice washes over me, begging me for attention I cannot currently give her. Because I’m having crazy sex with Henry, who’s my boyfriend and not hers. All I focus on is to keep silent and frozen in his merciless embrace. The submission makes the fire within me grow hot.

  “I don’t know,” I pant into the phone, “Damn it.”

  “Jesus, okay! I get it: Yyou’re upset! So he’s late, fine. Just leaves more time for you to do the shopping, right?”

  “Absolutely!” I shout as my whole body starts convulsing.

  “Great! I’ll be back in about …”

  My eyes roll upwards and my jaw drops as I scream a silent orgasm into the phone, not producing a single betraying sound, while the waves crash into me, tugging at my paralyzed body, rocking against my frozen existence. Henry fuels my orgasm with swelling thrusts and comes right in time with me, and Cassie talks all the while, unaware of the pleasure flooding my body, the sweet, sweet relief that takes a hold of me and carries me through heaven and back.

  “- and we will talk about everything, okay? See you soon, then!”

  “Wait!”

  “Honey, I really have to go now. I’ll see you in ten minutes anyways!”

  Fuck! “Kay, bye,” I breathe and hang up, before I allow myself to collapse. The phone slides out of my hands. “Ten minutes.”

  Henry curses. No time to bask in the afterglow. He carries me into the bathroom, with his cock still inside me. I feel it dripping out of me, as his softening length moves with his steps. Quickly, he cleans himself up, dresses and leaves me behind with a deep kiss on my mouth. Somehow I manage to clean up our mess before Cassie arrives, including the crusts we leaked onto the floor, and still get dressed in time. Cassie attacks me with an endless stream of words about how I will find a nice girlfriend, who will be just as nerdy as me. It would be hard to suffer through, if I hadn’t a sassy little secret to keep my attention up.

  When Henry returns, our eyes meet only once; a knowing glance. None of us watch the movie; Cassie tries to flirt with my boyfriend and I struggle
not to grin as he rejects her three times in a row. Suddenly I want to have sex in her bed, while she sleeps right next to us, and I realize how I get horny again.

  Finally she goes to the bathroom. Henry grins at me from his corner of the couch. “I won’t take the job,” I tell him. Experimenting is fine and all, but I haven’t told him yet how much my libido controls my everyday life. There will be a serious conversation after this. He hesitates, but then shrugs and smiles anyway before he crawls over and kisses my forehead. His kiss lingers on my skin for the rest of the evening, a gentle reminder not to hate myself.

  To be continued.

  Hey there, DirtyDreamer here! Thank you for reading my story! I hope you liked it and didn’t notice any weaknesses in my English (not a native speaker). Mira’s and Henry’s adventures will continue; they just started exploring their kink!