Orgy Phone Sex at the Halloween Disco
Orgy Phone Sex at the Halloween Disco
I remembered the breathless whispers of our orgy phone sex sessions, but the physical reality of the disco hit me like a wave of heat. Neon purple lights sliced through a thick fog of vanilla scent and musk. My black latex cat suit clung to every curve, the fabric straining across my heavy breasts while the tail flicked against my thighs with every step.
Marcus, dressed as a pale vampire, gripped my waist from behind. His cold fingers dug into my hips, pulling my backside against his hard ridge.
“You look delicious, kitty,” he hissed, his plastic fangs grazing the sensitive skin of my earlobe.
“I am starving,” I whispered, arching my back to press my nipples through the thin latex.
Sarah, clad in a skimpy nurse’s outfit, stepped in front of me. She didn’t waste time, her hand sliding down to find my crotch, which was already drenched. The friction of her palm against the latex created a rhythmic, squeaking sound.
“Our weeks of orgy phone sex didn’t prepare me for how wet you actually are,” Sarah moaned, her voice husky.
She dropped to her knees and ripped the crotch of my suit open. The sudden rush of cool air hit my swollen clit just before Sarah’s warm tongue lashed across it. I gasped, my head snapping back against Marcus’s chest. He groaned, unzipping his trousers to release a thick, throbbing cock that slapped against my thigh.
“Forget the orgy phone sex, this is a thousand times better,” Marcus growled.
He entered me from behind in one violent thrust. I screamed as he filled me, the sound of our bodies colliding creating a loud, wet thud. He pumped deep, his balls slapping rhythmically against my soaking wet heat. Sarah didn’t stop, her mouth working fervently on my clit, sucking the small nub into her lips while her fingers wrapped around his cock and feeling him fuck me.
The disco was a blur of costumes. A masked werewolf joined in, his rough tongue licking my breasts as Marcus shifted his grip to squeeze them. My large tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust, the nipples hardening under the werewolf’s attention. I felt the pressure building, a tight coil of heat in my gut.
“I’m going to cum!” I shrieked, my internal muscles clamping down on Marcus.
He let out a guttural roar, his pace becoming frantic. He slammed into my cervix, the friction creating a squelching sound that filled my ears. I felt his hot seed erupt inside me in thick, pulsing waves. As I peaked, my vision blurred, and I collapsed forward, Sarah’s mouth still attached to me.
As we lay there in a heap of latex and lace, the music thumping in my bones, I thought about how the orgy phone sex had been a mere tease compared to this chaotic, sweating reality. Marcus kissed my neck, his breath smelling of red wine and lust, ready to go again already!