The After Show with Mal

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.

“I had no clue your pun game was that strong,” Mal smiles, catching you after the improv group’s done debriefing for the night. “Have you ever thought about joining our group?”

“Appreciate it,” you smile back. “Though I’m afraid I’m too busy these days to take up your offer.”

“What could possibly be occupying your time?” she asks.

“Well, I’ve got other oral talents that are demanding my time,” you say, and then, taking a risk, you continue: “Maybe you’d like to see it in practice?”

“Would I ever,” Mal laughs. “Usually I’d have second thoughts… but after that performance, consider me swayed.”

The two of you walk back to your room, joking and bantering the whole way, and when you stumble into your room, you’ve been laughing so much that you’ve almost forgotten the reason you’ve gotten this girl in here.

But the moment the door swings shut and Mal locks eyes with you, there’s no forgetting. You pull in the redhead, locking lips with her, and the intensity with which she kisses you back surprises you. Next thing you know, the two of you are on your bed, with her laying on top of you. Your hands run down the length of her body, tracing those soft curves that you’ve been lusting over for weeks.

“It’s getting stuffy in here,” you say, pointing to Mal’s leather jacket.

“I guess I could lose a couple layers,” she says, and off goes her jacket, alongside her top and shorts, leaving her in a mismatched pair of bra and panties. Blue and red is certainly an odd combo. She catches you looking and laughs. “Sorry, guess I wasn’t expecting things to get spicy tonight…”

“That’s easily solved,” you say, grabbing hold of her ass and tugging on her panties. “You just need to lose one more layer.”

“We could use more problem solvers like you,” Mal smirks, pulling off her panties.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to her red landing strip. It’s neatly trimmed, pointing towards the promised land. You caress her thighs, saying: “Maybe we could help each other out.”

“69? I like the way you think,” she says.

That wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but you roll with it. The two of you rearrange yourself so that your faces are lined up next to each other’s crotches, Mal on top and you on the bottom. You give her slit a tentative lick, just as she begins to lick your shaft.

“That’s good,” Mal moans appreciatively, the heat of her breath on your cock.

“You’re good,” you reply, enjoying the way that she’s wrapped her lips around your growing length.

You swirl your tongue across her puffy folds, exploring the mysteries that lay within, while your hands appreciate the curvature of her ass. You squeeze her ass, and she presses her butt into your face, burying your tongue deeper inside of her. If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get. You extend your tongue deeper into her, long strokes of your tongue tickling her pleasure centers. You can hear her moaning through a mouthful of your cock.

Speaking of, in the meantime, Mal’s been hard at work, her pretty mouth wrapped around your cock, pumping your shaft over and over with her hands while her head bobs up and down your length. The girl’s a good cocksucker, and even though you’re pretty darn distracted by the task in front of you, all you can think at this moment is how good she feels.

“Oh yes, Alex, keep going,” she says, her voice sounding an octave higher than it usually is.

“You like that?” you ask, pulling away from her to make yourself heard.

“Yes, so get your mouth back there” she says.

Somehow, this girl has mastered the art of talking with cock in her mouth. You resolve to learn the parallel skill: talking with pussy in your mouth.

“Rophhber phat,” you say, while your tongue is busy inside of her.

“What did you say?” she asks, continuing to blow you without interruption.

“Rogher hat,” you say, trying again.

“Rougher hat? I haven’t got one on,” she says.

“Roggeer thhat,” you say, giving it one last go.

“Roger that! I get it now,” she says, delighted.

“Yeaah, I’m prahtihing” you manage to say, the syllables oddly drawn out from the way that your mouth is planted against her.

“Enunciate, Alex,” Mal says, and then: “Shit! That was it! Yes, come on…”

You give up on your practice for the day and focus on whatever you were doing earlier. As soon as you do, the sensation of the blowjob grows ten times more intense, and you feel yourself rushing towards the brink as well. You do your best to hold on, wanting to bring Mal to orgasm first, but it’s a struggle, both of you tensing up, so close to ecstasy…

“Fuck OH FUCK YES ALEX, YES,” Mal screams, every word perfectly audible as she cums with her mouth still on your cock.

You let go in that moment too, shouting: “FUUGH OH FUG YETHH MALL!”

Which would be embarrassing if you weren’t riding out waves of bliss, your cock jerking in Mal’s mouth, hot strands of your cum pumping out into her mouth, just as you’re lapping up the stream of nectar flowing from her pussy.

“Damn, that was great,” Mal says, rolling off you a minute later, when both of you have somewhat recovered from the mutual orgasm.

“How do you do it?” you ask, and seeing the confused look Mal shoots you, you continue: “Talking with so much of my stuff in your mouth…”

“You know how they say don’t talk with your mouth full?” Mal says. “Yeah, that’s some bullshit.”