Chloes Turn

The taste of him was surprisingly bitter, but the scent of his cologne and the heat of his body were intoxicating. Chloe's eyes remained locked on Rachel's, the only anchor in the whirlwind of sensations. Rachel's thumb stroked her cheek, her eyes filled with a gentle reassurance that allowed Chloe to let go of her last shreds of doubt. The guy's hips began to move in time with her bobbing head, his hands tightening in her hair. Rachel leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into Chloe's ear about how incredible she looked, how much she enjoyed watching her. Chloe felt a warmth spread through her, a heady mix of pride and desire that had her heart hammering in her chest.

The world narrowed to the three of them, the music a distant throb as Rachel's hand moved from Chloe's neck to her chest, cupping her breast through her shirt. Rachel's thumb flicked her nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body that made her moan around the stranger's cock. Rachel's smile grew wicked, her eyes never leaving Chloe's as she pinched harder. The guy's breathing grew harsher, his grip on Rachel's hair tightening as he approached his climax. Chloe could feel Rachel's excitement through her touch, the way her other hand squeezed her ass in silent encouragement.

The guy's hips jerked, his eyes rolling back as he came, the salty taste of him filling Chloe's mouth. Rachel's hand slid away, allowing Chloe to pull back with a gasp, a trail of cum on her chin. Rachel leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting him on her lips, sharing the moment. Chloe felt a rush of power, a thrill of having done something so wild and daring, so far removed from the quiet life she'd once known. Rachel broke the kiss, her eyes shining with excitement. "Look at you," she breathed, her voice filled with admiration. "You're a natural."

The guy stumbled away, his chest heaving with pleasure and surprise. Rachel chuckled, wiping a smear of cum from Chloe's cheek with her thumb. "Ready for more?" she asked, a wicked glint in her eye. Chloe nodded, feeling a hunger she hadn't known existed before Rachel had entered her life. They moved through the crowd, Rachel's hand never leaving Chloe's waist, guiding her through the sea of bodies to a quiet bathroom stall. Rachel locked the door behind them, and the sound echoed like a gunshot in the tiled room.