Darts -- Part 2 (read Part 1 if you haven't already)
*Before continuing, this is a sexual love-letter to my woman. If you don't like 2nd person stories, this one might not be for you. Or maybe it is, particularly if you like hearing your woman getting fucked in another room. I'll leave it up to your discretion.
"Oh, oh, ooooh... don't fucking stop! Don't you dare stop! Yes! Oh, god, yes, your fingers... oooohh... fuuuucck..."
I was losing my mind. I couldn't touch my cock right out there in the open in the bar, sitting on a stool at a high-top, but my poor cock was bent double inside my pants.
In my delirious state, though, I'd momentarily blanked that our car was right outside. What was I doing, sitting on this stupid barstool when I could sit comfortably in the relative obscurity of the parking lot, listening to you getting your wet cunt licked by a very thirsty thirty-something through my earbuds while stroking my rock-hard cock through my jeans with the seat tilted back.
I got up and headed straight for the door, casting a quick eye at your lover's older darts partner standing in the shadows looking at his phone, a joint hanging from his fingers. He glanced up, too, but I was already halfway to the car.
This way, too, I could keep an eye on the doors, just in case you were unable to message me before they pulled you out of there. This needed to be on your terms. Right now, as I could hear -- "Fuuuuuuucck, oh fuuuuuck... oh, you really know what you're doing with your fingers, baby... oh fuucccck, yesssss..." -- things were very much on your terms, but that could quickly change.
For a minute, as I tilted the seat back and angled the mirrors to watch the doors, I felt like an agent on a stake-out, keeping an eye on his partner's sting. But then the increased rhythm of your gasps and cries told me that you were about to come all over your new lover's face, shattering that illusion and driving my hand to my cock. There wouldn't be time for us to come together, not just then, but I really needed to firmly squeeze my hard cock, feel the rush as you came, screaming, in my ear and on his tongue and fingers.
"Oh, ooh, ooooh! Oooh, fuuuucccckkkkk, baby... he's so good, baby! Baby! I want him inside of me, baaabbbyyy!! Baaaabbbyyy!! Fuuuucckkkk!! Yesssssssssss!!"
After that, your cries became incoherent, but even if they hadn't, my brain could barely process anything any longer. You had just told me -- screamed at me -- that you wanted him to fuck you!
It was time for the rest of the plan to be put into motion. As much as it pained me to remove my hand from my throbbing self, I needed clarity just then. I needed everything to go like clockwork, at least that which was within our control. The sex, well, that was almost certainly going to be chaos; pure, animal, sweaty, wet, grunting, screaming bedlam.
On cue, through my 'phones just then, I could hear some pretty animalistic kissing and grunting and moaning. I could picture him standing up, grabbing you by the hair and kissing you while keeping his fingers in or on your pussy, tilting you back against the sink counter, your hand firmly grasping his hardness, the palm of your hand getting slick with pre-cum...
"Okay, time for you to go."
"Go? You want me to leave, baby?"
You laughed. I could imagine the look on his face from the tone of his voice: half thirty-something seductor, half pouty teenager. More kissing noises, then, huskily:
"I need you to leave me alone for a few minutes to get myself together, okay, lover? You and Benny can wait for me in the parking lot."
More kissing and grunting, then: "If you don't let go of my cock, I'm never going to leave."
Fuck. Oh fuck.
More of your amazing laughter, then, him: "Oh, fuck. That is so sexy."
"Mmmmm... your pre-cum tastes soooo good. I can't wait to have him in my mouth."
A moment later you squealed, a sharp sound, though in obvious pleasure. I imagined that he had most likely roughly fingered you, but it could've been a tweaked nipple or a bite on the neck. For a moment, I wondered if he had taken you from behind, just jumped the entire plan by fucking you right there in the bathroom, but it didn't seem likely that you would have consented to that--
"Ooooh, fuuuuccck... Oh, you fucker! Oh, god, yes, fuuuuucccckkkk!"
Then I could hear both of you grunting like animals, and I knew.
Grunts and slaps and moans and the sound of lips and tongues and teeth mashing...
"Oh, fuck, baby, your pussy is fucking insane! Sooo tight, my god."
"Mmmffuuccckk, yessss, fuck her, fuck my pussy! Fuuuuccck... what... a ... fucking... great... cock, fuuuuccck!"
I couldn't help myself. I was already rubbing and grinding myself through my jeans, but hearing that made me lose control. My hand went crazy and my hips were thrusting up against it like they do when you're riding me. I exploded within a few seconds, coating the inside of my shorts and jeans with hot seed.
But you weren't even close to being done, you beautiful little slut.
"Oh, fuuuuck, baby! Yeesssssss, drill me, please... harder! Fuck, yess, that's it!"
"You like that, do you? Getting fucked like a whore in the bar?"
"Oh, fuuuuckkkk, yesssss, I fucking love it! Your cock is so perfect! Fuck my little cunt, baby! Oh, oh, ooohhhh! Ooohfuuucckkk! Oh yesss, right there, oh fuucck! Oh FUUUCCKK!"
I had no way of knowing what he'd done just then, but your screams become unintelligible. A long series of moans and cries that just became louder and louder. I was convinced that the whole pub could hear you, but when I turned and looked through the window, no one seemed to be paying any attention to that end of the venue. I'm guessing we had the band to thank for that, otherwise it would've been a very different story.
Then your cries got muffled and again I heard the obvious noises of the two of you mashing lips and tongues. I know how much you love to be kissed, especially when I'm fucking you, so this plus the rhythmic way that you began to moan told me that you were getting closer to an impending -- and massive -- orgasm.
Even though I had just come in my shorts, I began to stroke myself again, rubbing furiously against my still-hard cock through my jeans.
I heard you cry out in a series of panting, rhythmic moans and I knew, having heard that pattern so many times before, exactly how hard and fast to rub my cock in order to release at the exact moment of your own crescendo.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooohhh, ooohhhhh, oooooohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk, yyyyyyeeeessssssssss, fuuuuucccckkkkk!!"
I came right with you, lights exploding behind my eyes like fireworks. There are few things better for me than hearing you in ecstasy, and there you were, experiencing your first new cock since we got together, simultaneously living out three of your fantasies for our mutual pleasure: getting fucked in public, getting fucked by a total stranger, and having me watch or listen in as it happened.
He hadn't come yet, and I could hear him grunting faster as he approached his own orgasm.
Then: "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, your tight little--Wait, I'm not finished!"
But his protest rapidly turned back to moans. I had a pretty good idea what was happening, and then you confirmed it. Slurping and sucking noises accompanied his moans, and you joined the chorus with a few appreciative moans of your own.
"Mmmmm... baby... You have such a beautiful cock. Do you like it when I do that?"
He didn't answer, but it was pretty obvious he did. And, being so close to coming inside of you helped, because only seconds later I heard:
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!"
Then all I could hear was his rapid gasping and your long, drawn-out moans. Had you just swallowed another man's cum? I was still so hard my cock was pushing against the waistline of my jeans, and I hadn't stopped rubbing. My breath was coming in short gasps, just like your lover's.
"Mmmm... you taste so good. I love the taste of my own pussy mixed with your cum. Fuuucckk..." More sucking and slurping as your lover continued to gasp, though with less frequency. You had. You had swallowed another man's cum like the horny little slut that you love to be. Greedily, I rubbed myself to another rapid inside-my-pants orgasm.
"We should probably get out of the bathroom."
What followed was, I assumed, the noise of clothes getting put back in place.
"You first. I need to... well, I need a moment."
Another kiss and a moan, and then, as the bathroom door opened, I briefly heard the band playing the Stones' Little T&A: "She's my little rock 'n' roll, ah-ah-ah / My tits and ass with soul, baby..."
I was, thus, laughing when you put your headphones back on. I have to admit, given the tension surrounding our circumstances, the volume of my laughter was a little disproportionate.
"Um... what the fuck, baby? Are you okay? What are you laughing about?"
I quickly regained control, not wanting you to think that any of this was funny to me.
"Sorry, my love... but ... the band. Did you hear the song?"
A brief pause.
