From Denver to the Windy City

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Adam felt uncomfortable walking out of the International Gateway hand-in-hand with some sexy stranger in nothing but his bare skin. Call it post-nut clarity, but he didn’t anticipate getting hot n’ heavy with the locals, let alone stripping down to his birthday suit, literally 5 minutes after arriving in Sexworld. Talk about getting thrown into the deep end.

Bewilderment couldn’t begin to grasp what Adam was feeling right now. Though he was certain that they were in Denver, the area looked like they were neck deep in the Red Light District; Looking for a stop set for Chicago was difficult when he could barely keep his gaze upright, as if looking at someone’s exposed body would turn him to stone. Strangely enough, no one else seemed bothered, casually walking to their destinations as if nothing was out of place. In all fairness, nothing was out of place, but things certainly didn’t feel that way to him.

He wasn’t surprised to find Rebecca unbothered as well, she did live here after all. He thought to ask more questions before they got to her place, seeing as his decision to tag along with her was rather sudden, but his voice was seized in its tracks by a foreign prodding to his abdomen. His eyes met slick fingers that trailed along his stomach, slowly working their way down to his inner thigh in a playful motion. When he turned to see the stranger responsible, his eyes widened in a familiar shock.

Dominating his line of sight was a fair-skinned lady, ink-black locks flowing past her less-than-modest bust. If he had to guess Adam would mark her as Indian, a few inches shorter than he with a much slimmer figure. Before he could get a word out her pink lips met his in an experienced kiss, breasts wordlessly flowing against him in a tide of controlled lust. Like clockwork his arm found itself against her side, hands grasping at her waist as she kissed him like they’d known each other for years.

Just when he found himself getting into a rhythm, touch growing hungrier and more passionate, the warmth vanished from his grasp. The lady had pulled away. She gave a playful wink before departing as soon as she appeared, leaving Adam in a state of warm vertigo.

“Don’t get too distracted Casanova, our bus is right over there!”

He flushed at Rebecca’s tease, realizing that he’d just made out with a complete stranger in public. As much as he wanted to say something slick in response, he’d be damned if they missed the bus.

Adam wasn’t certain what to expect as he entered the bus—but the sight that greeted him right away certainly wasn’t what someone from Prudeworld had in mind when one mentioned public transport. At the first glance, Adam could count at least nine rows in the bus where the most chaotic and messy sex took place. Honestly, it was beyond what any Prudeworlders could ever dream of seeing, even in porn.

In the first row, there were two women—one was a Caucasian redhead with freckles scattered all over her shoulders, and the other was a short Asian woman with long black hair that fell effortlessly over her back. The two of them were caught up in a scissoring position, with their pussies tirelessly rubbing against each other. The mess that coated the seats underneath them told him that they’ve been going at it for a while now. The redhead locked her eyes with Adam for a moment, and it felt as if he could easily lose himself in the pleasure that streamed through her green hues.

It wasn’t until Rebecca tugged his hand that he snapped out of the momentary trance and proceeded to find an empty seat for himself and Rebecca. In the next row, a sexy, curvaceous Latina was dominated by two Chinese guys that wore blazers and nothing else. One of them tirelessly fucked her mouth, challenging her each time by entering her mouth a little deeper, until he was balls deep in her mouth, while the other was in charge of her soaked cunt. Soaked in cum, she was loud—louder than anyone else on the bus, loving every second of getting spit-roasted like that.

Right when he was about to guide Rebecca to a seat of their own, her hand swiftly slipped from his grip. Turning to check up on her, Adam noticed a short, athletic guy coming up behind her. No words were exchanged as she bent over, her legs parting for easier access to her pussy, and then the guy slid inside of her.

A soft moan left her lips as she tipped her head back, her small tits starting to bounce as the guy thrusted in an out of her, his hands firmly gripping her hips. The two of them completely blocked the way, but no one seemed to care. Everyone was trapped in their own raw, primal intercourses.

Adam stared at the sight for a moment, feeling his whole-body tense. He was under the impression that he and Rebecca were in this together, even if he had, realistically, only met her hours ago. He didn’t know much about her, but he felt oddly connected to her, and he suspected it was because she was the first person, he had fucked upon entering Sexworld.

As a Prudeworlder, a monogamous mentality was programmed to exist in his mind, refusing to release its clutch on his thoughts. All his life, he was expected to get married and spend the rest of his life with one woman. If he stepped outside that arrangement and fucked someone else, he’d be a cheater. He’d be judged by society.

Such rules, however, didn’t apply here in Sexworld.

Adam did his best to ignore the burning sensation of jealousy that roamed through his body. Taking two more steps, he plopped himself next to the only girl that wasn’t already engaged in sex. She was tall—she had to be at least 6’1”, with straight blonde hair framing her round face. Her blue eyes were focused on the phone that was firmly lodged in her hands as she scrolled tirelessly through Instagram. She wore nothing but a tiny lingerie in baby blue and white shades that barely covered her B-cup tits and pussy that seemed to have some trimmed blonde pubic hair crowning it.

“Found a match on Tinder?” Adam said after a moment of silence, capturing her attention. He knew he had to do his best to blend in with the locals. The girl turned to face him then, with a small smile curving her lips upward. Her blue eyes looked him up and down; her gaze lingering on his cock that was already hardening a moment longer than it should have.

“No… I actually prefer what real life has to offer right now…” she responded suggestively, with a thick accent lingering in her tone. She leaned back against her seat as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. Her legs were already spreading open, as if she was inviting him to make his move.

“That accent… German, is it?” Adam responded, shifting a little closer to her.

“I’m impressed,” she responded. “Yes. A foreign exchange student from Germany… Volleyball player. The name’s Alison…” Lust shone in her eyes. “Why don’t we just skip the small talk and get to it?”

Adam swallowed a little bit. Momentarily, his eyes drifted toward Rebecca who was now riding the guy. She didn’t even seem to notice him, so why not? It was time to get the monogamous programming of his mind out of his system and enjoy everything that Sexworld had to offer.

Reaching forward, Adam fondled Alison’s tits, releasing them from their lacy prison. Her nipples responded to the sensation of his touch instantly, hardening underneath his fingertips. She leaned forward, meeting his lips with a hungry kiss. Her tongue instantly penetrated his mouth, as if she wanted to devour him whole, while her hand found his cock, giving him a few encouraging strokes.

Not that he needed any.

As their lips finally dared to separate from each other, Alison spread herself over the bus seat, laying on her side with her pussy revealed and ready for Adam as she yanked her lacy panties to the side.

Adam wasted no time; spitting on his cock, he stood up, his knees resting against the side of the seat as he propped one of her legs over his shoulder. The tip of his cock hooked at her entrance, prodding playfully before he slipped inside of her in one harsh thrust. Alison let out a loud moan, tipping her head back at her fingers found her nipples. Toying with them. Pinching. Pulling.

The sheer expression of bliss on Alison’s face was contagious, transferring to Adam instantly. She was so wet and so warm, making his cock pulse with each harsh thrust.

“Oh yes… Oh fuck!” she moaned loudly, her thick accent ever-so-present even in her moans. Adam clutched her leg tightly, watching as his cock disappeared in the depths of her soaked pussy, only to reappear for a single moment before he’d bury it inside of her all over again.

Alison pushed her hips against his, encouraging him to slip inside deeper—to go harder. Faster. He had no trouble obeying, thrusting wildly inside of her as waves of pleasure spread through his body, leaving no cell of his unaffected. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming his entire being—even more so with the loud moans and sounds of slippery thrusts that surrounded him.

He was lost in another kind of trance.

“Oh, just like that! Fuck me, just like that!” Alison screamed. One of her hands drifted in between her thighs, rubbing her clit fast and hard as she tried to match the pace of his own thrusts. Her whole body began to convulse then, her warm, wet pussy tightening around his shaft as it announced her orgasm.

Just a moment later, she squirted all over his hard cock as her climax tore through her. Her pussy tightened around him to the extent that he suspected it wouldn’t ever release him from its throbbing grip.

“Fuck… I’m so close,” he warned her, wanting to give her the option to let him know if she didn’t want him to ejaculate inside of her. Adam was still trying to figure out the rules and logistics of this world, and the last thing that he wanted to do was cross someone’s boundary in this crazed sex haze. His whole body was shaking in sweet ecstasy already, and he was struggling to hold on… Just about to let go and explode inside of her.

“My face. Cum on my face,” Alison urged him, quickly pulling her hips back so that his cock slipped out. Regardless of her words, he could spot a few drops of his cum leaking from the tip of his cock as he abandoned her heated entrance. His hand instantly found his shaft, stroking it hard and fast, as she positioned herself on her knees on the seats. Just a second later, he exploded all over her face, drenching her feminine features in the milky liquid that dropped down her neck. Her mouth was open and her tongue was stuck out, eager to catch some of the precious substance.

The sight of that alone would have likely been enough to get him to cum again.

“Fuck,” was all that he managed to muster, finally releasing his grip on his cock as he watched her for a moment. He barely had any time to recover before a hand patted the back of his sweaty shoulder, and a familiar voice spoke up.

“Time to go, Casanova,” Rebecca said as she approached him, giving him a small smirk as he turned to face her. “This is our station.”

Adam was still trying to figure out the proper after-sex etiquette here in Sexworld. Was he supposed to say something? Was he supposed to give out his details? Ask if she’d like to meet again?

It was suddenly a little too overwhelming—something he’d definitely have to talk about with Rebecca, so he simply picked up his bag, giving Alison a slight nod.

“I’ll see you around,” was all that he said to her. Her gaze was back on her smartphone again, scrolling through her Instagram as she sought her next encounter.

“See you,” she said in return, with a small face lingering on her cum-stained face.

The bus stopped then, and Rebecca clasped her hands around his, guiding him outside. They were greeted by heavy rain that seemed to cleanse the streets from the juices of arousal of thousands of people, only to have them drenched all over tomorrow.

As they stood at the station, she turned to face him.

“My apartment is not too far away, but we’re getting an Uber,” she told him. “We’re definitely not walking there in this rain.”

Adam smiled in response. “Don’t tell me you mind getting a little wet.”