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. “I’m sure you’re packing other talents that I could get acquainted to.”

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: “How do you want it, hard or soft?”

“I’m ready to ride it hard,” she says, reaching down to give your cock a good stroke.

It stirs to life, growing harder with each passing second that she attends to it, and before long, Mal grins, saying: “Not bad at all. You got a condom that will fit it?”

“Of course,” you say, reaching over to your wallet to fish one out. “Got to have a monster condom for my magnum dong.”

“That’s a top ten pick-up line of all time,” Mal laughs, as she rips the packaging open and slips the latex over you.

She gives your cock one last tug, making sure that it stands tall at attention, and then she climbs over it, teasing your tip her pussy lips. As the seconds grow longer, it becomes clear that she’s enjoying making you squirm, tempting you with the heat of her sex without giving it to you.

“Oh fuck, come on, give it to me,” you groan as the redhead continues to grind herself across the tip of your cock, bringing it to a stiffness that you wouldn’t have thought possible.

“You naughty boy,” Mal smiles, teasing your hardness with some cruel movements of her hips. “After showing off that dirty mouth of yours, I think you need to be punished some.”

She tightens her thighs around the length of your cock, effectively giving you a thigh-job as she lowers herself up and down your length. You grip her waist, trying to steer her onto you, but she only smiles and shakes her head, her creamy thighs continuing to jack you off.

“Fuck, Mal,” you groan.

“I’m not a sore loser,” she says. “So I’m not going to make you suffer… for too much longer.”

You groan again as she lowers herself down, your cock brushing against the folds of her pussy, and you can feel from the slickness there that she’s wet and ready to go. As she rises again, excruciatingly slowly, you beg her with all that you’ve got: “Mal, please, please, I want you…”

“Since you asked so kindly,” she smiles, “here we go.”

She lowers herself down against you, sliding onto you effortlessly, and you moan aloud as you feel her heat envelope you.

“Oh yes that’s good,” she hisses, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as she feels your shaft penetrate her.

Mal sinks down further and further onto you, until there’s nowhere left to go.

“Damn, you’re so deep inside me,” she mutters, more than a little impressed by your length.

You slowly rock your hips against her, thrusting into her from below, but she’s controlling the pace, each gyration of her hips bringing another wave of pleasure to you.

“Oh yes, I already know that I’m going to love this cock,” she sighs.

Somehow, her slow tease has built up into a faster and faster fucking, and now she’s bouncing on your length. You hold her steady, bucking your hips to the accelerated rhythm, watching her tits bounce as she flies across your cock.

“Fuck, yes! I love riding you, YES,” Mal cries out, her red hair scattering every which way.

“Fucking hell, this is amazing,” you concur.

“You’re so deep inside me,” she moans, “fuck FUCK YES, OH YES, FUCK YES!”

You dimly recall Mal saying that she’s loud in bed, and now you’ve got the proof for it. The two of you fuck as hard and fast as you dare go, your cock straining against her. Mal grips your tight and just about screams her head off, going: “FUCK, OH FUCK, OH YES, OH FUCK!” probably waking up half the hall as she does so, and it’s right about then that she cums, continuing to bounce on you as her legs quiver and she moans: “FUUUCK ALEX YES, THAT’S IT….”

The sight of her cumming atop of you is enough to send you over, too. You feel yourself firing off inside of her, the final thrusts of your hips bringing you deeper inside her than you ever thought possible, and you moan, holding her tight above you while she finishes off the rodeo.

“Alex, wow,” Mal says hazily, starting to get her bearings again. “That…”

“That was pretty amazing,” you say.

“You can say that again,” she laughs.

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