The After Show with Hana

After the show’s over, you hang around the backstage area—really, the back of the bar—accepting the odd compliment and clap on the back from your newfound fans.

“Quite the silver tongue you’ve got,” Hana smiles, catching you after the improv group’s done debriefing for the night. “I hadn’t seen you put it to use before.”

“Care to experience it first hand?” you reply. “I promise it’s even better up close.”

“Somebody’s feeling cocky tonight,” she says.

“Am I wrong?” you say.

“You do have my interest. But don’t get any big ideas,” Hana says. “This is a one time thing only.”

You wrap an arm around the sorority sister’s shoulder, leading her out into the night.

“Sure thing,” you say. “Sure thing…”

The two of you wind up at the Zeta house soon after that. The bedroom that Hana leads you to is conspicuously empty. Portraits of Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe, and Audrey Hepburn adorn three walls, while the bed itself is fitted with dark sheets, but there seems to be literally nothing else in the room.

“You don’t live here, do you,” you comment.

“This is the Zeta house. I sleep where I please,” Hana says contemptuously. She slides onto the bed and parts her legs. “Now show me why you deserve to be here, and perhaps you’ll be rewarded.”

The playful smile on her lips draws you in, even as you’re thinking she is such a bitch. But you’re in her house now, and for today, at least, you’ll play by her rules. After all, you’re sure you’ll get your dues sooner or later.

You toss your shirt and obediently crawl up on the bed, worshipping Hana’s perfectly tanned legs with a series of kisses that end at her panty line. She’s still dressed in that bikini bearing the Zeta letters, and you trace your fingers over the letters on her panties, watching carefully for her reaction as you do so; she seems almost bored, stifling a yawn.

“You’ll have to do better than that to impress me,” she says.

“Then I’ll need these off,” you say, giving her panties a tug.

She closes her legs just enough to indicate that you’ll be the one doing the work, so you pull off her panties, exposing her pussy. It’s such a pretty little thing. You’re tempted to dive in and like that muff, but experience tells you better. Your fingers trace the lines of her thighs up and around her waist, which you encircle as you leave a trail of kisses further up, across the flat of her stomach and then the gentle rise of her tits.

Hana bites her lip as you caress her tits, your other hand slipping down to gently tease her folds, and that’s when you know you’ve got her. She might pretend to be unfazed by your actions, but you’re going to give it to her so good that she’ll have **** but to moan your name.

Your fingers brush across her pussy lips, while you slowly, slowly lower your head down, keeping eye contact with her.

“You’ve got a damn fine body, you know that?” you ask the raven-haired beauty.

“The silver tongue strikes again,” she smiles, “but it still hasn’t struck home.”

“Hold your tongue. Mine’s getting there,” you say, leaving yet another trail of kisses around her loins, across the edges of her shaved pussy, until finally, they come to a rest against her folds, the lightest, tenderest of kisses brushing your lips against hers.

The lightest of gasps escapes from her lips as you do so, and you slowly press your tongue against her muff, giving it a taste. One taste leads to another, and before you know it, your tongue is lapping up against her, her salty-sweet juices marinating in your mouth. Each lick of yours is like drawing water out a deep well: a slow, steady tugs on the rope that gradually get faster and faster as you near your target, her wet, hot core. You flick your tongue deep inside her, and then give lavish attention to her clit, watching as she twitches above you, struggling to maintain her composure.

“It’s okay, you can moan,” you grin, backing off for a breath of fresh air.

“You’ll get one when you’ve earned one,” she says, but she presses your shoulders down, clearly wanting more of what’s been interrupted.

You continue at your leisurely pace, your tongue working wonders inside of her, one lap at a time. You snake inside of her, feeling the way her breathing grows faster with each flick of your tongue. Your thumb finds its way to her love-button, and you brush across it a few times before suddenly pressing down hard.

“FUCK, yes,” Hana screams, before her hand flies up to cover her mouth.

“Who knew it was so easy,” you laugh, teasing the edge of her clit with your fingers as you stop for more air.

“You caught me by surprise,” she replies, but it’s clear that there’s a want in her eyes now that wasn’t there before.

You press down on Hana’s hips and push her back onto the bed, redoubling your effort. You schlick your tongue against her folds, hitting all of those sensitive parts, and she soon begins to moan in earnest.

“Yes, oh yes, oh yes, keep going,” she murmurs.

You do so with gusto, eating her out like a starving man at a buffet. Her clit is the dessert that you return to over and over again, and each time you press against it, you feel her body shiver. You can feel the tension ratcheting up in her body as you continue.

“That’s it, that’s the spot,” she moans.

You hold your position, using your tongue to lick that same spot over and over, concentrating hard to keep a steady rhythm and pressure and position. You’ve got this sorority sister like butter in your hands now, and you know, if you can just play your cards right, that this has got to be the moment you’ve been waiting for…

“Keep going, YES, KEEP GOING, FUCK YES, ALEX, FUCK, FUCK, ALEX FUCK ME THAT’S SO GOOOOOOOOD!”

Hana’s screams echo across the room as she cums. You hold her down tight and continue to eat her out. The fresh heat of her pussy only grows more intense as you bury your nose deeper into her pocket, tongue finding that spot that she loves, and with your thumb playing against her clit, you push her over the edge again.

“FUCK, YES OH YES OH YES ALEX YES ALEX THAT’S IT, YES ALEEEEEEX!”

The whole world’s got to know that Hana’s cum by now. You keep going, wondering if there might be a third in store for you, but she pushes you off, panting, her body still shuddering from the aftermath of the intense orgasm.

“You… where did you learn to do that?” she asks, getting that faraway look of somebody who’s just had their mind blown.

“I’ve had some good mentors in my time,” you smile.

“Now I’ve got to know, what are you packing?” she says, reaching out to brush her hand against the faint bulge in your pants.

“Let me show you what a real man looks like,” you smirk, dropping your pants and boxers in one go.

Hana’s hand curls around your rapidly hardening cock, stroking it with an admiring look in her eye.

“You’ve got some material to work with,” she says. “The only question is, are you just as talented at using your tool down there?”

Your cock stands to attention at that, your heart pounding double time in excitement.

“You won’t be disappointed,” you say, internally fist pumping—you’ve done it! The Zeta sisters are notoriously hard to please. Even though Hana’s always been looser than her sisters, the fact that you’ve gotten here…

The door bursts open just then. You freeze, an ice cold feeling sliding down your back.

“Well, well, well. I thought I heard something,” Gina says. “Is he really that good, or were you just trying to piss me off by screaming your head off in the room next to mine?”

You watch as Hana visibly shrinks back, cringing at the venom in Gina’s voice.

“He’s… he’s good,” Hana says.

“Don’t get an ego, Alex,” Gina laughs, striding into the room. She’s all made-up, wearing a form fitting dress, as if she were about to head out to some event. “Anything she screamed in this bedroom was her attempt to get my attention. I wouldn’t take it seriously—”

She freezes as she stops by the bed and notices your hard cock, sticking out in the air. You notice the way her eyes linger on it before moving up your body, her piercing eyes finally meeting yours. You look back at her.

“Dressing up for someone special?” you ask her.

“Get decent and get out,” she says. “And Hana… really? Going for that? I thought you would have better taste.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” Hana laughs, but she tosses you your shirt and pants, signaling that the events of the night have come to a close.

“In your dreams,” Gina smiles, and she leaves the room, leaving both of you alone.

As you both get dressed, you glance at Hana.

“So… you were acting the whole time?” you ask, uncertain if you really want the answer from her or not.

Hana shrugs.

“You got me to cum the first time. The second one was fake. For the cameras, as it were,” she says. “You’re not bad, Alex. But if you want to make a name for yourself in the right circles… Mmm… I’d say you’ve still got some work to do.”

Hana +20
Gina +15