With Second Thoughts

Bernadette rode the elevator silently with second thoughts.

Not about going out and embracing her youth, more about if she should have stayed upstairs and invite that trio in. Her mind raced with exciting thoughts of being hammered by a giant cock as bodies pressed together and two separate sets of lips each tugged at her breasts.

She smiled at the thought of the security guard perched atop her lips ordering the whole group into even more debauchery.

She could go back, it wouldn't be too late... Would they even still be there?

With a ding the fantastic thoughts became dismissed as the elevator doors whooshed open, and Bernadette stepped out into the lobby. Walking around she smiled unable to see anything she could disapprove of. Quite the contrary.

Couples grinding against each other on the front couches, a front desk clerk whose face was contorted with pleasure, women pinned against walls, men pinned against walls, all things she pondered trying to join or partake in. Sexual intent, and conduct obvious to her, while concealed to those less influenced by the Idol.

Before long she was swaying with the rhythm overflowing from the dance, brushing her hands across any person she passed within reach of passionately as she just immersed herself in the simple pleasure of the now.

In response to one compliment she kissed a stranger deeply with such desire she couldn't recall having even dreamed of previously. Reluctantly parting the kiss Bernadette moved on, feeling herself drawn to move closer to the dance.

Passing by one guy gasping and arching a pelvic thrust up into the petite blonde gurgling around his cock she couldn't help herself. Running her hands through his hair Bernadette perched herself on the arm of the chair and pulled him into a duel of tongues. Parting from it to smile down at the blonde as she licked up the side of his cock before having Bernadette **** her head back down on the engorged shaft.

Recognizing the girl Bernadette felt a new twisted arousal, the moistness between her legs growing stronger. “I expected sluttier and kinkier of Laurie's daughter.” Bernadette scolded provoking wide eyed realization from the blonde as her mind became more aware of its actions and less immersed in the corrupt pleasure that had been growing off them in the absence of portions of her soul.

How did she know Laurie? How did she know this was her daughter?

Rachel struggled beneath the hand holding her head down. What was she doing? She was nothing like her rather brazen mother. Talking openly and confidently about sex, nevermind acting so publicly... Doing such lewd actions...

Looking up at the reddish brown haired woman holding her down Rachel couldn’t help but think the woman looked some how familiar.

Finally breaking free of the hold keeping her down on her boyfriend’s cock Rachel gasped for air and coughed. Looking to her boyfriend’s lewd gaze as he stroked his shaft eager for the next touch of his girlfriend. Rachel froze for a moment in puzzlement.

She craved to go back down on the cock, she hungered for his cock to unload into her mouth like never before.

Yet she didn’t even like sucking cock. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? How could she be doing this so publicly? Did she just do pornographic pics for that photographer?

She felt shock. She felt disgust. She fought the feeling of excitement and arousal. She fought the hungering desire to do more.