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The floor thudded against the bottom of her cheap heels, sending a pleasant tingling sensation through her entire body. One that Satoru Gojo’s hands seemed to follow in perfect synchronicity. Long, slender, fingers ran over her body in a way that was hypnotizing. Ghosting over the dip of her waist, brushing around the curve of her breasts and teasing quick circles around her clothed nipples. Unconsciously, her back arched, a teasing laugh the only sound she could make out over the pounding bass ringing out from the speakers in the dark club. Multicolored lights flashed against her closed eyelids, muted swatches of purple and blue only serving to further disorient her.
“Pushing back into me like that is cute… aren’t you embarrassed? Afraid that people will see you being such a whore?”
Satoru whispered in her ear, causing a jolt to run through her body as she gave an involuntary shudder despite the sweltering heat. His hands moved lower again, this time gripping her hips and pulling her back against his chest with a soft grunt. Satoru’s rippling thigh came up to press between her legs, hiking her short skirt up even higher as he pressed his muscle against her aching sex. When she gasped, his hips bucked forward, grinding his swollen erection against the plush fat of her ass.
“Feel that? Fuck you look so hot in that little skirt. Barely covering anything… just begging to be bent over and fucked in front of everyone here.”
He rasped, rocking her body back against his own in time with the music. She bit back a desperate moan when he bucked his thigh upwards, giving her fleeting stimulation as she soaked the material of his pants. A loud crash from the speakers and a series of wildly strobing lights forced her eyes open in passing shock. When her vision cleared, she was left staring at the shifting backs of the patrons in front of her. Not a single soul had taken notice of their little display and for a brief moment she felt disappointment.
Over the last several months, she’d run into Satoru at this club on four separate occasions. Each one ended the same as the last. He would ply her with liquor and once they’d both had their fill of foreplay on the dance floor, he’d fuck her senseless in a bathroom stall before disappearing into the night. All of her friends had taken to calling him The Sex Ghost. Floating into her life on a horny breeze and fluttering away the same way he’d come. After the first encounter, she’d been ashamed of herself for getting so wrapped up in the moment. Just knowing that every unsuspecting bathroom user had heard her whiny moans had been enough to make her physically cringe.
Then, on the second instance, she noticed something. Every single person in that club would kill to have Satoru Gojo exactly as he was now. Grinding against their ass and gently nibbling their earlobe. Whispering filthy words into their ear and dragging them off the dance floor to fuck them stupid. But he’d chosen her. On that second night, she’d spotted him across the crowd easily. A head taller than most people with a shock of wild white hair… He was hard to miss. Though she’d simply blushed and followed her friends to the bar, Satoru had cut through the crowd with an intent she could feel from a mile away. Every time after that she’d relished in the feeling of having the most desired man in the room wrapped around her finger.
“Shit, baby… You wear this little skirt for me?”
Satoru asked, the flashing lights dying down as the chorus of the song faded into the second verse. One of his hands slid away from her hip, slotting between her wet panties and his thick thigh. She gasped as he began to swirl quick circles against her clit through the wet fabric of her panties.
“Y-yes, Satoru…”
She whined, her head falling back against his collarbone. Satoru’s middle finger continued it’s assault, pressing firmly enough to send soft shocks of pleasure through her body, but gentle enough to have her grinding down desperately to chase her own high.
“That’s sweet, baby… Think my friend would like it too?”
His question was punctuated by a second set of hands gripping her waist from the front. Her eyes flew open, only to be met with a white t-shirt clad chest. When they tracked further up, however, she was able to take in the gorgeous face of a man she’d noticed a few times before. The raven haired man was always around Satoru early in the night, but she couldn’t remember ever seeing him up close. The mans eyes were heavily lidded and he stared down at her with nothing short of unbridled lust. His long black hair cascaded behind him and when they locked eyes, the corners of his mouth ticked up.
“This is Suguru… I’ve been telling him how sweet your fucking pussy is and he wants to taste it for himself… Think you’d like that, baby?”
Satoru purred into her ear, his finger never ceasing its ministrations on her clit. Not even when his friend, Suguru, ran his hands down to her hips, their fingers on her left side overlapping. He pressed closer to the couple, nudging his crotch against Satoru’s thigh as well, but he seemed to wait for her consent before going any further. Hands holding her steady as he rocked himself against his friends knee. Satoru licked a wet striped up the side of her neck and she gasped, pulsing against his finger with a needy whine. Her body demanded release and as her senses overloaded, the prospect of having two gorgeous men ruin her caused her drenched hole to clench around nothing. Satoru chucked deeply into her ear as she nodded, her eyes screwing shut in preparation.
“Yes, please… please…”
She babbled, winding her hips wildly into Satoru’s teasing finger. With her agreement, a pair of soft lips dropped to her own with crushing force. She gasped into the new mouth, her useless arms coming up to wrap around Suguru’s neck and burying into the wild hair there. He lurched forward, pressing her tightly between his rock hard body and Satoru’s, the two large men trapping her in an overload of smell, taste, and sensation. Satoru’s finger left her clit, and she cried into Suguru’s mouth, grinding down desperately on the white haired man’s thigh. She’d been so close! Why?
Then, however, a different hand was slotting between her legs. Suguru pushed her soiled panties to the side with thick fingers, his middle digit swiping through her lips to tease at her wet hole. He pulled away from the kiss and she had just enough time to smack her hand down over her own mouth and muffle the moan that ripped from her at the feeling of Suguru’s finger curling inside of her. Satoru chuckled in her ear again, his hands returning to play with her thinly covered breasts, a fresh gush of wetness soaking Suguru’s fingers as he slid a second one inside of her.
“God, she’s so wet.”
Suguru observed somewhere above her. His velvet voice sent a wave of pleasure through her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Saturo hummed in her ear, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her top as he pressed sloppy kisses to the side of her neck.
“Fucking tight too… Shit.”
Suguru added, rasping as he ground forward, this time pressing his bulging erection against her lower belly. His fingers continued to roll into her, rubbing over the spot inside her that made her see stars until her legs were shaking as she nearly cried into her palm.
“Gonna cum on Suguru’s fingers, baby? Soak my fucking leg and his hand in front of all these people?”
Satoru teased, thumbs rolling over her nipples as he spat filth in her ear. She nodded wildly, eyes scrunched shut as the pleasure in her body built to an unimaginable height.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for me.”
Suguru commanded, pushing her so close to the edge she could hardly stand. The soft sound of lips caused her to force her eyes open, just in time to see Saturo and Suguru’s sharing a passionate kiss over her shoulder. Suguru’s free hand was buried in Satoru’s white hair and a quick glance between their bodies saw one of Satoru’s hands palming against his friends clothed cock. That image was all it took to send her careening over the edge. With a stifled cry, she came around Suguru’s fingers, throbbing and pulsing as the pleasure rushed through her veins and her vision went white.
A flurry of encouraging words poured from Satoru and Suguru’s lips, the praise only serving to further extend her orgasm. Suguru gave her mercy in the from of his fingers carefully sliding from her and Satoru switched to gently massaging her breasts. They worked her through the aftershocks and managed to keep her upright until her legs began to function again. When she came down from her high, she sagged back against Satoru, her head spinning as she tried to scan the crowd and make sure no one had seen them. The different lights continued to pulse across the dark room, and once she believed they were in the clear, she allowed her eyes to fall shut as her breathing returned to normal.
“Aww, poor thing. All wore out from a little fingering… What’d ya think, Suguru?”
Satoru asked, his voice barely audible over the loud music. In her post orgasm haze, she barely managed to catch Suguru’s response.
“Yeah. Let’s take her home.”