Bridgette and Lenora

“Damn girl,” the man let out a long breathy gasp. Chase watched him grab her ponytail as her head thrashed back and forth in an archaic rhythm she’d seemingly perfected over time.

“You suck like your sister,” the man groaned.

Bridgette took him from her mouth while she stroked his shaft. “Better, Chère. I taught her everything she knows.”

“Fuck, you goin’ uh make me cum.” He grunted as she took him back into her mouth, using her hands to force his thighs against the wall so he couldn’t move his hips. She was in full control. Each stroke, each motion, each movement was of her doing. The fact that the man lasted as long as he did was a shock to Chase as he unbuttoned his pants and grabbed his shaft, needing little effort to release it from the upper strap of his boxers.

Chase wondered what Rachel would have done if she were in this position. He could feel the warmth as his hand glided more freely on his juices. He brought his attention back to Bridgette and couldn’t help but imagine Rachel and Bridgette sharing his cock. It was nearly too much as he reached across the bar to grab a few napkins from a holder.

A loud crack of thunder shook the bar and startled Bridgette. She fell back in laughter, and the man picked her up off the floor. He lifted her with no effort and dropped her onto the freezer he’d been sitting on only a few minutes before.

“Take it easy Chère,” she chided and repositioned herself.

The man said nothing as he tugged at her shorts while she reached back and slid her t-shirt off like warm butter.

Chase let his balls come out of his pants as he jerked his cock harder, imagining himself taking Bridgette over the bar. Grabbing her ass as he slammed into her from behind.

Before Bridgette let the man enter her, she took him by the hair and shoved his face between her legs. She wrapped her legs on either side of his head pulling his tongue deeper to her. She squealed in pleasure as she rocked back. Chase could imagine Bridgette popping the man’s head clean off his shoulders if she reached climax.

Chase watched as her eyes opened slowly. She looked his way. He tried to side-step from her view, but the gap between the swinging kitchen doors was too wide, and she could see everything from her angle. Chase felt the awkward warmth coming to his cheeks as he realized he was facing her straight on, his cock in his hand and pants halfway down his ass. But, her gaze remained. She slid her tongue to wet her lips, encouraging Chase to continue.

Chase was embarrassed and stepped away from the bar feebly attempting to shove his cock back in his pants. But, Bridgette dropped her head back and stared at him. She shook her head “no,” and her dark green eyes told Chase all he needed to know. She wanted to see him stroke his cock. She wanted to see him play with himself while being fucked. She wanted to see him cum.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Yes, what?” the man murmured between her legs completely unaware of Chase or Bridgette’s wandering eyes. She waved for Chase to come a little closer.

Her eyes opened wide as she eagerly approved the worth of Chase’s cock. She mouthed the words, stroke it, and Chase could see her lips quivering at the onset of a mild explosion. He did as she said.

Suddenly, the man broke free from Bridgette’s grip and rose to his feet. He could control himself as well as Chase and without warning slipped himself inside her, as she bit down on the man’s shoulder to mask her pleasure. She wrapped her body around him as he lifted her off the freezer. He slammed her against the wall in a pounding frenzy of excitement. All the while her eyes never left Chase.

“I’m, coming Chère,” she screamed, her eyes beckoning for Chase to do the same.

The man fucked her harder, and Bridgette’s head fell back as her legs shook and her screams mixed with the pleasure of lightning strikes outside.

The man was exhausted and couldn’t continue holding her against the wall. She dropped and shoved him away, then bent herself over the freezer. “Fuck me hard!” She demanded. “You're a pussy. I want it fucking hard Chère!”

“Baise-moi,” she said, fuck-me, and for the first time, Chase could see how stunningly beautiful she was with her emerald eyes lighting in excitement. She released a smile at Chase as the man slid himself into her. His hands reached around and grabbed her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and she bucked in excitement for a moment before collapsing forward again. She was meeting his thunderous thrusts with equally robust thrusts.

As the two fucked over the freezer, Chase stepped around the bar and closer to the action. He was only inches from the swinging door.

Bridgette again mouthed the words, stroke it, and Chase obliged.

“Oh Chère, I’m coming again,” she screamed, looking directly at Chase.

Chase could feel the growing strength at the base of his cock, and he moved back away from the swinging door. He didn’t want the man to see him and ruin what was about to happen.

Bridgette moaned again, knowing Chase’s climax was near. She closed her eyes and to aid him, moaned, “Cum for me!”

Chase reached for the napkins he’d left on the bar, but it was too late. Bridgette took to slamming herself against the man fucking her and slapping his hands from her breasts, so they were fully exposed and bounced with each hard thrust. Chase felt the eruption linger for a moment before exploding like a discharged firehose across the bar in multiple shots that seemed like they wouldn’t end. He fell back onto one of the stools to regain his strength. His legs shook, and he could hardly hold himself up.

He couldn’t have been more surprised by the sweet-sounding drawl behind him, “Oh my the heavens are falling,” a woman whistled from the front door. “Sis you here?”

Surprised, Chase swung around, his cock still rigidly pointed forward, cum dripping off the tip and to the floor.