You Don't Respond

The man takes your silence for an answer and pulls your shirt down for better access. Dimly, you are aware that your tits are showing to the entire crowd, but that is less important than the tingling thrills shooting up your body from the combined **** on your tits and snatch. The man’s hands then travelled down your body and reached your trousers, pulling them down as far as your blaster holster would let him, it was more than enough. Next thing you know, the man’s bare cock is grinding against your bare snatch, the warmth and the throbbing making you crazy as he rubs against your vulva.

The man’s hands return to your breasts and resume plucking at your nipples, cupping your boobs in the process. You crane yourself around to look at the man and end up getting a tongue shoved down your throat as the man passionately kisses you. You moan into his mouth and press yourself against his shaft, rubbing against it vigorously as he continued to grope you.

“I think that’s more than enough” the man whispered into your ear, his warm breath tickling you to the core “I’m horny enough as is, and I think you’re wet enough now” he continued. You felt the man’s cock leave your snatch and knew exactly what was coming next. You felt the pressure on your snatch, felt yourself stretching. You winced as you felt yourself stretching too much and screwed your eyes shut wondering just how thick the man was to make it feel like you were a virgin again. Your eyes snap open at the thought, even as a sharp jab of pain enters your core. “Fuck you’re tight!” the man grunted as he **** his way into you. You almost cursed Pink for this, but then again new body means a new virginity. “Wait, you’re a virgin?!” the man asked. It was a bit late now, as he had finally passed the threshold and slipped inside. An electric thrill ran through your body and you moaned as the delicious feeling of fullness reached you.

“Not anymore” you say over your shoulder with a grin.

“Fuck me that’s hot” he muttered and began moving, pistoning his shaft into you slowly at first but picking up speed. You widen your stance and bend over until you get into the right position, thrills running through your body as the man’s cock hits your G-spot. You moaned as the pleasure built up, the feeling of stretching out an unused muscle getting more and more intense, even as electric thrills from your nips and your G-spot jolted through you. Your moans increased in tempo, not that anyone could hear you, or was paying any attention. Finally, the sensations reached their zenith and you tided over, muscles tensing and back arching as an orgasm slammed into you, washing everything out but the pleasure from your core.

“You must have needed that” the man commented, continuing to pound into you. His arms hooked around your waist so he could get better leverage and you bucked your hips to help him get off. It didn’t take long for him to finally blow his load, a feeling of warmth trailing down your thighs. “Adding cherry popping on a club floor to my list of proclivities” the man said, pulling you into an embrace. You close your eyes and relax in the warmth of the man behind you, his arms around your chest. After a moment, you open your eyes and tug your trousers back into place and the both of you stand there and watch the Twi’lek run through another routine “That apartment offer is still open” he comments as the Twi’lek on stage rubs her snatch against the glistening pole.