Fake sex prank gone real sex! (oral, vaginal, handjob.)

You play along…more than Mandy was expecting.

You unbuckle your pants while she’s looking away, giggling. When her eyes return to you, she gasps loudly and shoots her hands at you. “I didn’t mean actually to do anything!” she hisses, her face wavering between genuine offense and weary concern.

“Let’s give him a little show,” you say, kissing Mandy suddenly. “Well, his mind can produce the images of what we’re really doing.”

Mandy pushes back, but her lips lock with yours, and she falters as she melts into your lips. You taste good, and judging by the way she’s suddenly clung onto your shoulders, enjoy what she’s feeling. After a few seconds of messy kissing, you let her pull away. She looks at you and bites her lip. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“What’s the harm? If we were going to pretend, what’s the harm of actually doing it?”

“Actually, doing it could get us in trouble,” she says, pulling your pants down all the way.

“First time a showgirl and contractor’s gotten it on?”

She thinks for a moment. “No.”

“See?”

“Shut up,” she laughs, turning around for you to loosen her corset. “Get me out of this stupid thing. I wanted to undress anyway.”

Your fingers dart and do as she commands, and within just seconds, the corset releases its grip on the girl’s torso, and she rips the rest of it off, leaving her only in her flats and stockings. She turns to face you, not embarrassed by her stark bareness. She strikes a pose and grins. “Taaa-daaa~.”

“Now, this is worth the price of admission,” you say, scanning her entire body as it almost glimmers in the orange surroundings. You reach and pull her in so you can kiss her again, and she takes it happily, feeling your crotch and shoulders.

“Haah,” she squeals. “Fuckin grab me everywhere, contractor!”

You pull away and smirk, her eyes fixated on the door. She faces you again and curls her lips. “Make him listen, right?”

“Right…” You fall backward into her chair, making Mandy follow you this time. She falls into your lap and mashes her lips against yours, licking your tongue and deepening the kiss. Mandy’s all over you and, from what you can tell, isn’t bashful.

Her fingers dance around your chest and your shoulders, occasionally racking through your hair as she moans softly and drags her tongue all over your mouth, counting your teeth and prodding your tongue. In the meantime, your hands go their mission, too. You squeeze her ass while pulling her toward you. At first, she tensed at the motion, but without protest or voiced concern, you continued.

Mandy takes off your shirt and slides down between your legs, her eyes widening slightly as she finds the bulge in your underwear throbbing after all the foreplay. She chuckles nervously and looks up at you. “Is that a gun in your pants, or are you excited to see me?”

“Pull and find out,” you say, glancing at the door. It hasn’t moved an inch, but you almost expected the peeping Tom to start poking his head inside. Not that it matters anymore.

“Who am I to decline such an offer?” Mandy says just before she yanks down on your underwear, sending your cock forward like it was spring-loaded. “Fuuck!”

Your cock sways, nearly hitting her as it waves right and then left. She looks up at you-- her hand grabbing you by the base. “Maybe we should have loaded you into the freakshow instead. Your cock is huge!”

“Think you can handle it?” You hear her raise her voice and play along, though you aren’t sure how much of it is an act. You look large in her tiny hands, and the sparkle in her eyes doesn’t look like lies.

“I guess there’s only… ONE WAY TO FIND OUT IF I CAN HANDLE YOUR MONSTER COCK.” She says, glancing over her shoulder at the door as she finishes the sentence. “LET ME TRY MY MOUTH FIRST.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, you lean back and stick your hips out, letting Mandy do exactly as she was hinting at.

Utilizing her tongue, Mandy licks you from the base and locks onto the top. It feels great, but there’s something in the back of your mind that desired to be licked by (not) Jennifer the night before. Mandy does her best, suppressing those thoughts she doesn’t know you are having by licking every square inch.

Her eyes are closed, but she’s focused on the task she’s given herself to do. Lick after lick. Her fingers adjust and squeeze occasionally while also finding random moments to grip you by the balls and tug on them as her tongue wraps and teases, wetting your shaft with her sensual advances. In the meantime, she moans loudly, no doubt teasing the peeping Tom behind the door (that could or couldn’t be there by now.)

You reach out and grab her cheek, brushing it with your thumb as she locks back around your tip, gradually building her passes into a proper blowjob. Salvia drips down your shaft and pools in the folds of your package as she stares up at you finally. The brown of her eyes has gone almost black in the orange lighting, but despite that, you can blatantly see the lust in them, so you adjust your grip and grab the back of her head, forcing her down further than she was comfortable with.

She pulls away with a gag and shakes her head. “Not so deep,” she whimpers in such a way you know it can’t be an act. If this was anyone else, you might’ve been advanced anyway, but you nod, and she goes back down on you, once again playing with your penis with her slick and pink agent.

Mandy swipes her tongue back and forth, staring up at you as she relentlessly cleans your shaft with your hand now loosely behind her head, carefully not to **** any more meat into her oral stimulation. This was good enough anyway, for now at least…

A minute goes by, maybe less, and then you nod at her. “Don’t you want something more? Or has this got you nervous?”

Mandy’s mouth is busy, and for the remainder of whatever minute you are on, she’s just wetting your sex tool. Finally, she sighs loudly and pulls back, showing you how wet this has gotten her. “I suppose I could let you FUCK this PUSSY… IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE HAD A MAN PLEASURE ME.”

You get off the chair and lift her from the floor, surprisingly for real, as she wraps her legs around you. “I’ll satisfy you,” you announce, but it’s low and only meant for her. There’s a shift in her gaze, and all she does is nod.

“I believe you,” she smirked, her cheeks going rosy-pink as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and neck, leaning in to feel you embrace her in your grip.

It takes a second, maybe 2, for you to find yourself in Mandy’s glorious pussy. Due to your position, you slip in not just faster but also sooner than you intended. Mandy’s expression of pleasure doesn’t slow you don’t, however. Instead, it drives you only to continue.

Your hands make a quick adjustment, and then before either of you know it; you’re lifting and penetrating her vagina as smoothly as long-term lovers. Her moans grow louder as she’s used like an awkward human-sized fleshlight with all the regular attributes of a woman. The following lines of whispers are only meant for you. “Fuck me good… It has been a while since I’ve been treated to something like this~...!”

The message is well received; you bury your cock in her, pounding away as she lets her moans and whimpering reach new levels of volume, letting Fawkes outside the door and whoever else hearing this know that she’s getting raw-dog fucked in the dressing room. The thought turns you and Mandy on simultaneously, so you continue.

Wet noises of intimacy go in the dressing room, along with Mandy’s moaning. Your cock twitches, and your fingers grip tighter. Mandy’s body bounces up and down, her voice echoing in your head as she yells close to your air. “Fuck me. Fuck it. Fuck me. Fuck it! FUCK ME!! FUCK IT!!”

You don’t slow down or pause. Her walls clench around your pounding penis, and her arms tense around you. Her legs, also strapped to your waist, pull you in and release you in strange intervals that encourage the notion you should take advantage of her current state of horniness.

With that in mind, you adjust how you hold her and go faster. Mandy’s eyes shoot open as she lets out a nasty scream of ecstasy; the harder grip and half-inch deeper plunge send her over the top with an explosive orgasm that showers you as you keep pace. She bites down softly on your shoulder and then exhales loudly. “Fuuuck~!! Yessss~!!!”

You let her down, your arms tired and her legs unable to remain wrapped around you. She looks at the door, slightly cracked now. You can’t see reflective eyes, but you’re not looking now. Mandy is lying on her knees, eye-level with your drenched and throbbing dick. “It’s my turn now,” you say, your mind spinning slightly after so much strain was suddenly takin’ away.

Mandy noticed the door’s gone cracked, too. She turns to face you. “I know it’s your turn! After all that fuckign and teasing, I bet you’re just ready to burst, aren’t you?” Mandy grabs you by the base and starts pumping away. Her grip is tight, and the passes are quick, eager to set you off for whoever is peeking inside to watch.

The wet noises of her handjob rattle the room with sexual energy. You watch, licking your lips as she does the same, but fixated on the tip of your rod as she cranks it repeatedly with ever-increasing speed. If she even cares, you're sure someone has cracked open the door. Her prank’s gone sexual, and she couldn’t care less about intruders, perverts or not!

Your eyes meet as you begin to feel yourself falter. The end of your penis is leaking with what’s about to happen, and she sees it. “You don’t have to hold back, baby. You’ve already impressed me by lasting this long and being so long,” she regards your member as both her hands work it. She gets to her knees and sticks her tongue out to greet your penis tip.

With her tongue out and her mouth open, she mumbles. “You can cum inside my mouth. I like a warm drink, you know?”

The enticing message, joined by all the sexual things, makes your head reel. You grab both sides of her head and adjust her to be in the direct splash zone of your climax as she rushes through your body and up your legs like a sudden urge.

A shot of hot spunk hits her right cheek, making her flinch with a sudden gasp of pleasant surprise. She doesn’t slow down or say anything. She continues her cranking and gasping, taking shot after shot while her dozen digits milk you. Eventually, as you are finally spent for all that you’re worth, she sighs and looks up at you with her face dripping in sweat and sperm. “I… wasn’t expecting that to be so much. So maybe we should plan around and do this again some time?”