Sing “Pour Some Sugar on Me”

Browsing through the song list, you find one song that might do the trick. Another 80s Rock Anthem that might keep the girls in the right frame of mind. Def Leppard strikes up, giving their instantly recognizable guitar riffs and drum beats to set you in the mood. You nod your head to the beats, playing with your rock hard cock as if you were strumming along with your guitar. The girls play adoring fangirls for you, screaming out and waving their arms up in the air.

You know this song by heart, so you start singing without the prompter. Instead, you opt to play up to the crowd, moving into the audience as you sing, getting suggestive with your hips and eyes as you sing out the lines. You grin as the girls eat it all up, Vicky falls into Sara’s lap as if she fainted and fans herself. Vanessa whips her hair back and forth as she shakes her head from side to side, screaming at the top of her lungs. Sydney runs her fingers up and down your body like a tigress clawing up her prey.

By the time you get to the main chorus, the girls are whipped up into a frenzy. They all sing along, “Pour some sugar on meeeee!”

“Ooh, in the name of love!” you respond.

“Pour some sugar on meee!” they chant back.

“C’mon, fire me up!”

“Pour some sugar on meee!”

“I can’t get enough,” you sing, wiggling your finger for Sydney to come join you back on stage. You have her go down on her knees and she starts sucking you off without you needing to ask. You keep singing, feeling like a rock star as Sydney blows you in front of all her friends. You feel yourself build up to a crescendo by the time you reach the chorus again. The girls are singing along and you are ready to erupt. You pull off Sydney’s top, getting her completely naked and she straightens up on her knees, knowing what to expect next. When she sings out the next line, “Pour some sugar on me,” you take her request to heart and unload your sugar all over her face. She smiles and keeps singing. You sing back, watching your jizz dribble down your roommate’s face. It runs down her chin and globs over her dangling breasts. She leans back more so that it doesn’t all spill onto the floor.

The song ends with Sydney a dribbling, naked mess on the floor and your pumped up cock waving at her face. The girls applaud the show.

Sydney wipes her face and licks her fingers before she says with a giggle, “I better clean myself off.” She excuses herself to the washroom.

Vanessa steps up and takes the mic from you and gives you a wink. You return to the couch to give her the stage. She is wearing a couple of layers of t-shirts and pulls some off, leaving a loose, low hanging tank top that reveals plenty of cleavage and side boob. She picks her song and plays it. Your ears perk up as you hear the song “Let’s get physical” start up.

Vanessa plays up the song using body language, angling herself into sexy fitness poses while she moves to the rhythm. Her movements are smooth and graceful like a dancer. Her left hand rubs up and down her chest while her right holds the mic up to her lips. As she sings you get a front row view of her goddess-like body. Her sexy curves are in constant flow, taking one ravishing position after another.

Her eyes are on you as she sings, “Let's get physical, physical,I wanna get physical,” she utters in a begging tone as she slowly saunters closer. “Let's get into physical…”

Vanessa is standing right in front of you now. You get a clear look of the neatly trimmed rose shape on top of her mound. It hovers tantalizing in front of you as Vanessa sings, “Let me hear your body talk, your body talk. Let me hear your body talk.”

Before you realize it, you have your mouth open as if to speak, but instead, it’s pressed up against Vanessa’s pussy lips. For a moment you feel dread. If this were the normal world, you would be getting slapped upside the head, but that doesn’t happen. You realize that Vanessa is all into it! You feel her hips grind into your face as she sings on, unabated.

“Let's get physical, physical,” she sings as she thrusts into your head, clutching your hair to hold you in place. You get a good whiff of her scent and feel her begin to flow down the sides of your cheeks. You try to keep her from spilling all over you, but she pulls off and slides down to sit in your lap. You feel her sink onto your rock hard cock and shiver with pleasure. She grins at you and keeps on singing, even as she starts to rock her body on your pole.

You grip the sides of the couch as Vanessa starts to ride you. She is singing her song and using you like a prop. Vicky and Sara sing along in each other’s arms and laps, enjoying each other’s company while watching the two of you play.

Vanessa’s words become more urgent as she continues to grind into your dick. You can feel the tension in her body tighten up, getting closer and closer to climax. You are ready to shoot another load as well. Even through all this, her singing is unwavering. That is, until you both orgasm and she sings out, “Physic...aaaal….” Even then, she recovers quickly and keeps on singing.

As the song ends, with Vanessa wiggling her hips to the ending beats, you lay back and breathe, amazed at what you have just experienced. This supermodel goddess just fucked your brains out while singing an 80s pop song! Vanessa pats your chest and climbs off you, leaving a sticky trail of your mixed fluids as she gets off.

“Looks like it’s your turn to wash up,” Sydney laughs, having returned to the room. She is drying herself off with a towel. She then tosses the towel over to Vanessa who wipes herself down. Once Vanessa is done, she turns to you and wipes you down next.

Vanessa looks up to Sydney and asks her friend, “You want next?” You’re not sure if she means the next song or the next turn with you.

“I’ve got something in mind,” Sydney says, grinning and biting down on her finger.