Watching The Suspected
By Charlotte Morgan
Tags: Erotica, Public, Group, Blindfold, Exhibitionism, Oral, Anal, Crowd Play, Nightclub, Explicit Consent
Thursday night, 10 pm. The queue shuffled in the cold outside the Stroke Bar, eager for the doors to open. The Suspected, the hot new band, were performing tonight, drawing regulars and newcomers alike. Rosemary bounced on the spot to keep warm, briefly wishing for warmer clothes but smirking at the glances her short skirt and tight band t-shirt attracted. Craning her neck, she caught the eye of Daniel, the main doorman, who grinned and waved her to the front.
“Hey Rosie, got i.d., love?” he teased.
Rolling her eyes, Rosemary struck a pose, one knee-high boot on a step, her skirt riding up. “You know I’m over 18, you bastard. I work at the bar down the road! Besides, would an underage girl have these?” She cupped her breasts, her nipples visible through the thin t-shirt.
“Forget your bra again, Rosie?” Daniel laughed, his gaze lingering.
“I never wear ‘em, Danny boy,” she smirked. “Can I go in? I’m freezing!”
He chuckled, glanced at his partner, and opened the door. “In you get, love. Enjoy the show!”
Rosemary flounced inside but was called back. “Wait, you forgot your pass-out stamp!”
She tossed her blonde hair, wriggled her ass, and grinned. “Stamp my ass, Dan. I’m not going out halfway through!”
“If you insist!” He turned her around, tugged her panties down an inch, and stamped “stroke” on her buttock, laughing. “Nice panties.”
“I’ll buy you a pair for Christmas,” she called, adjusting her clothes and heading to the bar.
The bar filled with bodies and smoke. Rosemary, on her third Smirnoff Black, shouted over the noise to Darla, the dark-haired barmaid. “When are you working for us, Darla?”
“Not bloody likely, Rose!” Darla laughed, pouring beers. “Your boss is still pissed about that tray of glasses I broke. Besides, we’ve got better eye candy here.” She nodded at the security guards.
Rosemary raised her glass, and the girls giggled until Darla sprayed her with soda water, soaking her t-shirt and drawing eyes to her clinging top. A loud guitar riff cut through as The Suspected took the stage, and Rosemary squealed, racing into the crowd.
Darla shook her head, laughing, as she served the jostling patrons.
A few songs in, Rosemary wormed near the stage, bouncing to see over the crowd. Sweat glistened on her skin from dancing, the air thick with smoke and hormones. She giggled as hands slid around her waist, glancing back to see a regular from her bar. A crowd surge pressed him against her, his arousal evident. The boy in front turned, his annoyance fading as her breasts pressed against his back.
During a band break, the two guys exchanged a wink and hoisted Rosemary above the crowd. She squealed as hands passed her around, some slipping under her t-shirt, grazing her breasts. Her shirt bunched around her neck, baring her breasts to the room. Moaning, she felt herself passed back, lowered gently, and sank to her knees, flushed with excitement.
The crowd closed in. Hands raised her arms, slipping off her t-shirt. Lips kissed her neck, tongues flicked her nipples, and she moaned, eyes closing. A black cloth blindfolded her as a voice whispered, “Keep your eyes closed, love.” Hands and tongues explored her, her body thrilling at the touch.
“Enough!” a female voice commanded playfully. “Send her back up!”
“Darla?” Rosemary called as hands lifted her again. A hand slid under her skirt, tugging her panties down, rubbing her wet crotch. “That’s better,” Darla’s voice said. “Now send her to the middle.”
Blindfolded, Rosemary was passed over the crowd, hands groping her saliva-soaked breasts, hiking her skirt, and delving into her shaved slit. Her skirt and torn panties were pulled off, leaving her in boots. Strong hands spread her arms and legs, exposing her fully. A mouth engulfed her pussy, a tongue diving deep, stubble tickling her. She screamed in ecstasy, held aloft as the tongue fucked her.
Lowered to her knees, a cock brushed her cheek. She licked it eagerly, sucking vigorously as the man groaned, cumming in her mouth. Another body pressed against her face—Darla’s pussy. “Eat me, you naughty slut,” Darla purred, grinding against Rosemary’s tongue. Rosemary lapped eagerly, sucking Darla’s clit until she came, stepping back.
“She’s all yours, boys,” Darla said. Hands pushed Rosemary to her hands and knees. A cock filled her mouth, another thrust into her pussy, hands groping her breasts and clit. She moaned, overwhelmed by sensation.
Daniel, at the door, noticed the crowd and strode over, expecting a fight. Instead, he saw Rosemary, blindfolded, in boots and torn panties, sucking one cock while another fucked her, cum dripping from her chin. Stunned, his cock strained as a punter urged, “Go on, mate!” Daniel stepped forward, unzipping. Rosemary licked his cockhead, teasing before deep-throating him. The crowd watched, awed, as she took his length.
“Do you want me, mystery man?” she cooed.
“You know I do,” Daniel rasped.
She plunged back onto him, milking his cock. He gestured to a boy to rim her, then rubbed his wet cock against her cheek. “I’m gonna fuck your ass,” he whispered. She nodded, biting her lip.
Daniel eased into her tight hole, her body relaxing. He fucked her deeper as a girl rubbed her clit. Rosemary screamed, cumming violently. Daniel slammed into her, prolonging her orgasm, then came hard, filling her. He kissed her softly, tucking her panties into his pocket as she removed the blindfold, blinking at him.
“Now you’ll need another Christmas present for me!” he laughed.
