Chapter 6 - Noelle
I can’t believe I have a massive cock in my mouth while Nick’s fucking my pussy from behind.
This is why I KNOW it’s just a dream. No way in hell this is real.
This doesn’t just happen to people. You don’t just walk into a leprechaun-filled fantasyland and get railed by your sexy British dream guy while sucking on the enormous cock of a smoking hot bartender.
When I said I thought he was sexy, I downplayed what I really thought.
If appearances were my only requirement, Sean could fuck me any day he wanted.
Had I known about the monster in his jeans, I would have begged to suck him off.
A hard thrust from Nick distracts me from Sean for a moment.
Oh, fuuuuck, this feels amazing. Even though I came once already, spirals of pleasure still course through my body.
Nick’s balls smack against my clit as he repeatedly hammers straight to my core.
Jesus, why can’t I find a guy like Nick in real life?
I need sex like this more than once every holiday, so maybe I should start dating instead of waiting and hoping a weird-ass make believe person shows up to whisk me off to a magical realm.
“Noelle, tell Sean how much you enjoy sucking his cock,” Nick demands as he slaps my ass sharply.
I squeal, but since I can barely fit my mouth around Sean’s massive shaft it’s a muffled squeak.
Sean is gazing down at me with a glazed expression as I peek up at him.
Oh, yeah, I don’t think Sean is complaining about what I’m doing.
I’m on a table in the middle of a noisy bar getting spit roasted.
This might be the sluttiest dream I’ve ever had, and I’m loving every moment.
I try to obey Nick and tell Sean how great this is, but all I can do is gurgle around his cock as he slowly fucks my mouth.
He seems to be savoring the experience and making sure my tongue and throat massage every inch of him.
It’s a contrast to Nick, whose swift pounding sends thrills of delight from my fingertips all the way to my toes.
I love to be fucked hard, so it makes sense that he does what I like.
Pressure mounts in my core and I’m not sure I can hold back my second orgasm much longer.
Each thrust from Nick pushes me further onto Sean’s cock, and my tiny moans of pleasure turn into a hum against Sean’s shaft.
Yeah, nothing is going to top this dream, EVER.
My heart races and my body tenses up as I edge closer to my climax.
Sean puts his hands in my hair and presses harder against my mouth with every plunge.
Shit, that’s hot. I barely have time to enjoy it because Nick reaches a hand under me and probes for my clit with his fingers.
When he finds the swollen nub, he presses down on it and caresses rough circles.
I’m extra sensitive from coming once, and just a couple swipes of his finger against my clit pushes me over the edge into the abyss. .
I scream out, but the cock stuffed down my throat plus the noisy bar makes it so no one notices.
Waves of pleasure crash into me and I close my eyes while I shudder with both cocks buried to the hilts.
A flash of how I must look enters my mind and the feeling of absolute sexual depravity thrills me and I peak again.
My body arches and I spasm with another tiny climax.
Ooooh, holy fuck! My pussy quivers with each thrust from Nick, and he groans out that he’s going to come.
Sean growls out an, “Oh, fuck,” and I open my eyes and glance up at him right when he explodes in my mouth.
He presses my face hard against him as his cock jerks, and load after load of his cum hits the back of my throat.
There is so much of it that I can’t swallow it all fast enough and some leaks out, dribbling onto my chest. While I’m trying to gulp down all of Sean’s cum, Nick gives a final hard plunge as deep as he can go, and he cries out with his release.
Spurts of his hot sticky jizz coat my inner walls and I feel gloriously stuffed and used.
The room spins as Sean removes his hands from my head and eases out of my mouth.
Saliva and more of his creamy white liquid run down my chin, and I reach a hand up to wipe it away.
Jesus, this is obscene. Nick doesn’t seem done with me and continues to press in and out slowly while my pussy milks every drop of cum out of him, and I can’t catch my breath. I’ve never been this thoroughly fucked.
“Uh, thank you Noelle…Nick…That was something,” Sean mumbles as he tucks himself back into his jeans, turns towards the bar, and trips over a pair of leprechauns going at it on the floor behind him. He picks himself up, and looks back at me with a red face, as if he’s embarrassed, and lumbers away.
I smile at his retreating form, but everything is nice and fuzzy from three orgasms, so his tripping barely registers to my brain.
Nick pulls out all the way and I collapse on the table, rolling onto my back.
I float for a moment, nice and relaxed, until Nick hooks his hands around my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the table.
I gasp as he spreads my legs wide, bends over, and uses his thumbs to pull my pussy lips open while he licks me clean.
“Ooooooh,” I moan out as the room spins even faster. I wasn’t expecting this, and it’s good that he’s being gentle. I keep twitching when he hits an extra-sensitive spot. My body might be at its breaking point for ecstasy.
When he’s done giving me a tongue bath, he helps me into a sitting position and stands between my legs.
He wraps his arms around my sides, engulfing me, as I sigh and melt against him.
Whatever laundry detergent he uses has a faint scent of lavender.
It blends nicely with his underlying natural musk, though right now we both smell like sex.
The combination soothes me as he holds me tight.
I’m smashed against him, so I have to turn my head for comfort, and I notice my panties on the floor. Knowing our time is probably almost up, I pull back so I can see his face.
“Kiss me, Nick,” I purr at him and when he leans in to give me a toe-curling deep kiss, I moan into his mouth.
Our tongues dance briefly, but I stop before we go much further.
“Hey, I have to get off this table,” I say as I push against his chest.
He laughs and takes a step back as I slide off the surface. My legs are like Jell-O and I’m a little wobbly, so I grab onto his arm for a moment until I regain my balance. When I’m stable, I flash him a grin.
“OK, now sit down and wait for your present.”
He tips his head at me and studies me for a moment, but sits down in the booth without saying anything.
I fight the urge to praise him and call him a good boy as I bend over at the waist to pick up my panties, making sure that Nick gets a nice crotch shot because I haven’t yet pulled my skirt all the way back down.
Turning and advancing a few steps towards him, I finger the soft lace as an idea comes to me.
I smirk evilly. “So it seems you enjoy stealing my panties.”
His eyes widen a little, and he opens his mouth. “No, I—”
I don’t give him time to finish his sentence as I grab his jaw, tilt his head, and stuff my panties in his mouth.
He doesn’t fight me and lets me shove them all the way in.
I stand back to eye my handiwork. My wet panties slightly balloon his cheeks and a bit of lace sticks out, but he’s adorable and still just staring at me with a conflicted look on his face.
I giggle at him. “There. My gift to you so you don’t have to steal them.”
He tries to say something but Sean calls out, “Time is up.”
My vision blurs and everything twists and turns, but I think I hear Nick calling out a garbled, “Wait!” as everything fades to black.