The Qubit Comedy Drama Hour Program Pitch for Pranks
- 4 years ago
- 24
- 0
Making A Fantasy Come True At A Comedy Club free porn video
I had been dating Michelle about a year and while we always had fantastic sex, it was always on her terms. After a year of an "on -gain-off-again" relationship, I wanted to try something different - sex in public.
At first, Michelle was not very keen on the idea.
“Look,” I argued, “We can keep it discreet, but still have fun.”
Michelle finally acquiesced under intense pressure. We were having sex at the time and she was on the brink of a massive cataclysmic orgasm. Public sex wasn’t my only fantasy, but the one that intrigued me the most.
Michelle and I talked about my fantasy, and over a period of several days, she slowly warmed up to the idea. Then one day, out of the clear blue, she told me she had always wanted to have sex with another guy while I watched. I told her I would have to choose the guy. She was fine with my request. That night was the best sex we had experienced in years, thinking about our fantasies.
I worked in a machine shop with a bunch of other guys who were always talking about their sexual exploits. I was pretty sure I could find a co-worker who might be willing to make out sexual fantasies come true.
Then, one day a few weeks back, Michelle decided to pick me up from work. I stepped outside and told her I was finishing up on a hot project and asked if she would mind waiting. As I finished up my project, I over heard two co-workers talking about a “hot chiquita” outside. At the time, I didn’t know they were talking about Michelle.
Only after I stepped back outside, did I realized whom they had been talking about. Michelle was leaning against the hood of her car, waiting for me. She had on her cowboy boots, a very tight fitting, low cut blouse and a short black mini-shirt, which allowed her to show off her well toned and tanned legs. Her long blonde hair curled at the ends, mid-back and was wind-tossed.
I slid into the passenger seat and waved at my co-workers, standing in the doorway of the machine shop, as we drove off.
We had dinner at the Cutting Horse Steakhouse and then headed next door for some boot scootin’ at Hanks, a local dance hall that catered to a young crowd. The doorman gave us a smile as we walked in, but I knew the smile was more a recognition of Michelle, than it was a greeting for the two of us.
Then it hit me. This would be the night.
I texted Jose, my work companion and asked him if he wanted to come to Hanks. He texted back that he didn’t have any money and that if his girlfriend knew that he had gone without her, she’d kill him. I texted him back with two words. “Blonde sex.”
Jose loved blondes. Jose was always talking about blondes at work.
“Give me an hour,” Jose texted back.
One hour was perfect. I bought several drinks for Michelle and myself.
The nice thing about Hanks is that they didn’t play just country music, but a variety of music, which is why it was so popular. They were also very liberal with the alcohol. By 10pm, the place was packed and it was hard to even move without bumping into someone. I looked at my watch and it was close to 10:15.
There was a comedy club right next to Hanks and I asked Michelle if she was in the mood for laughs. We had already consumed several drinks and from the way Michelle danced on the dance floor, I knew she was ready for some cock.
“I’m in the mood for whatever you’re in the mood for,” she replied, rubbing her hand on my crotch.
I texted Jose and told him we had a change of plans and to meet us at the comedy club.
Michelle and I walked into the comedy club and the place was already packed. The hostess set us up at a table on the back row with bar stools to sit on. The only thing behind us was a black curtain that hung from the ceiling. I excused myself to the restroom and texted Jose.
“In the lobby,” Jose texted back.
“OK,” I told Jose, “Follow my cues.”
I didn’t need to say anything else.
The light was dim when Jose and I walked back into the main room. I slipped on to the bar stood next to Michelle and whispered to her that “Jose from work is here.” I introduced Jose and he gave her the traditional cheek peck that all Mexicans give each other as a traditional greeting.
Michelle' short mini was the perfect outfit for the night.
I ordered three tequila sunrises, not because we needed them, but just as a way to insure some privacy. I tipped the waitress and we waited for the show to start.
The warm-up act was flat: a young teenage fellow that didn’t get a whole lot of laughs. His twenty minute shtick allowed me the chance to get Michelle primed. I slowly ran my hand along the inside of her thighs. I slipped my hand under her short mini and as I did, she put her elbow on the table and looked at me.
“Behave,” she mouthed.
“No way,” I replied, pressing my finger in towards her golden honey pot.
I could tell that Jose was intently watching what was transpiring under the table.
I leaned over and whispered in Michelle’s ear, “Take off your panties.”
“No way,” she whispered back.
“You promised,” I replied.
“But we have company,” Michelle responded.
“He won’t say anything,” I replied, sliding my finger up under the edge of her wet panties.
Michelle stood up behind the table, reached behind herself, pulled up her skirt and pulled her black lace, thong-styled panties down. She wiggled her knees, allowing them to fall down to the tops of her boots. She discreetly stepped out of them, squatted down and retrieved them for me. I stuffed them into the pocket of my jeans.
I slipped off my bar stood and stood up behind Michelle. I slipped my hands around her tiny waist and down towards her erogenous zone. Michelle spread her legs and I slipped my fingers down to her slit. She lowered her head, her long blonde hair hiding her face. I looked at Jose and winked and then nodded my head. Jose slipped off his bar stool and stood right next to me.
Michelle slipped off her bar stool. The bar table had a foot rest, so Michelle stepped up on the foot rest, giving both Jose and myself unfettered access to her pussy.
I put his hand on Michelle’s bare ass and he squeezed it. I gave him another head nod.
Jose slipped his fingers into Michelle's pussy as she looked back at me, over her shoulder. I could tell she was extremely horny. She stepped off the table for rest and pulled her short mini up around her waist.
Jose already had his stiff cock out and was ready. He slipped his cock up to the crack of her ass. Michelle lowered her head, her gaze fixated on the table, waiting. Jose slipped his cock into her pussy, holding on to her hips. Michelle looked up and stared straight ahead as Jose entered her.
I stepped back to shield them from any possible view, while Jose pounded his cock deep into Michelle’s pussy. Michelle balled up her fists and pounded them on the table top as the first orgasm tore through her. Jose slapped his pelvis against her, wrapping his hands around her waist. She reached behind her and grabbed Jose’s ass and squeezed it, lowering her head as another orgasm ricked her body.
The audience roared with laughter at something the comedian said on stage. Michelle was biting down on her fist to keep from screaming. Finally, Jose stepped back, leaving Michelle clinging to the sides of the table, her knuckles white and her head still hanging down.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yes," Michelle replied. A waitress stepped over and asked if we needed anything. The waitress was cool. She silently left a stack of bar napkins on the table just before wondering off. I am guessing she suspected what was going on, but didn’t say anything.
Michelle never said anything about Jose and she didn’t have to. She had once confided in me that she would like to do a total stranger, just to have the experience. She got her fantasy fulfilled and I got mine fulfilled as well.
That Monday, as I stepped on to the shop floor, I saw Jose. He was chatting with some of his friends when I walked up. We fist bumped and I asked him how his weekend went.
“Well,” Jose replied, “Me and my girlfriend, we went to the comedy club.”
At first, Michelle was not very keen on the idea.
“Look,” I argued, “We can keep it discreet, but still have fun.”
Michelle finally acquiesced under intense pressure. We were having sex at the time and she was on the brink of a massive cataclysmic orgasm. Public sex wasn’t my only fantasy, but the one that intrigued me the most.
Michelle and I talked about my fantasy, and over a period of several days, she slowly warmed up to the idea. Then one day, out of the clear blue, she told me she had always wanted to have sex with another guy while I watched. I told her I would have to choose the guy. She was fine with my request. That night was the best sex we had experienced in years, thinking about our fantasies.
I worked in a machine shop with a bunch of other guys who were always talking about their sexual exploits. I was pretty sure I could find a co-worker who might be willing to make out sexual fantasies come true.
Then, one day a few weeks back, Michelle decided to pick me up from work. I stepped outside and told her I was finishing up on a hot project and asked if she would mind waiting. As I finished up my project, I over heard two co-workers talking about a “hot chiquita” outside. At the time, I didn’t know they were talking about Michelle.
Only after I stepped back outside, did I realized whom they had been talking about. Michelle was leaning against the hood of her car, waiting for me. She had on her cowboy boots, a very tight fitting, low cut blouse and a short black mini-shirt, which allowed her to show off her well toned and tanned legs. Her long blonde hair curled at the ends, mid-back and was wind-tossed.
I slid into the passenger seat and waved at my co-workers, standing in the doorway of the machine shop, as we drove off.
We had dinner at the Cutting Horse Steakhouse and then headed next door for some boot scootin’ at Hanks, a local dance hall that catered to a young crowd. The doorman gave us a smile as we walked in, but I knew the smile was more a recognition of Michelle, than it was a greeting for the two of us.
Then it hit me. This would be the night.
I texted Jose, my work companion and asked him if he wanted to come to Hanks. He texted back that he didn’t have any money and that if his girlfriend knew that he had gone without her, she’d kill him. I texted him back with two words. “Blonde sex.”
Jose loved blondes. Jose was always talking about blondes at work.
“Give me an hour,” Jose texted back.
One hour was perfect. I bought several drinks for Michelle and myself.
The nice thing about Hanks is that they didn’t play just country music, but a variety of music, which is why it was so popular. They were also very liberal with the alcohol. By 10pm, the place was packed and it was hard to even move without bumping into someone. I looked at my watch and it was close to 10:15.
There was a comedy club right next to Hanks and I asked Michelle if she was in the mood for laughs. We had already consumed several drinks and from the way Michelle danced on the dance floor, I knew she was ready for some cock.
“I’m in the mood for whatever you’re in the mood for,” she replied, rubbing her hand on my crotch.
I texted Jose and told him we had a change of plans and to meet us at the comedy club.
Michelle and I walked into the comedy club and the place was already packed. The hostess set us up at a table on the back row with bar stools to sit on. The only thing behind us was a black curtain that hung from the ceiling. I excused myself to the restroom and texted Jose.
“In the lobby,” Jose texted back.
“OK,” I told Jose, “Follow my cues.”
I didn’t need to say anything else.
The light was dim when Jose and I walked back into the main room. I slipped on to the bar stood next to Michelle and whispered to her that “Jose from work is here.” I introduced Jose and he gave her the traditional cheek peck that all Mexicans give each other as a traditional greeting.
Michelle' short mini was the perfect outfit for the night.
I ordered three tequila sunrises, not because we needed them, but just as a way to insure some privacy. I tipped the waitress and we waited for the show to start.
The warm-up act was flat: a young teenage fellow that didn’t get a whole lot of laughs. His twenty minute shtick allowed me the chance to get Michelle primed. I slowly ran my hand along the inside of her thighs. I slipped my hand under her short mini and as I did, she put her elbow on the table and looked at me.
“Behave,” she mouthed.
“No way,” I replied, pressing my finger in towards her golden honey pot.
I could tell that Jose was intently watching what was transpiring under the table.
I leaned over and whispered in Michelle’s ear, “Take off your panties.”
“No way,” she whispered back.
“You promised,” I replied.
“But we have company,” Michelle responded.
“He won’t say anything,” I replied, sliding my finger up under the edge of her wet panties.
Michelle stood up behind the table, reached behind herself, pulled up her skirt and pulled her black lace, thong-styled panties down. She wiggled her knees, allowing them to fall down to the tops of her boots. She discreetly stepped out of them, squatted down and retrieved them for me. I stuffed them into the pocket of my jeans.
I slipped off my bar stood and stood up behind Michelle. I slipped my hands around her tiny waist and down towards her erogenous zone. Michelle spread her legs and I slipped my fingers down to her slit. She lowered her head, her long blonde hair hiding her face. I looked at Jose and winked and then nodded my head. Jose slipped off his bar stool and stood right next to me.
Michelle slipped off her bar stool. The bar table had a foot rest, so Michelle stepped up on the foot rest, giving both Jose and myself unfettered access to her pussy.
I put his hand on Michelle’s bare ass and he squeezed it. I gave him another head nod.
Jose slipped his fingers into Michelle's pussy as she looked back at me, over her shoulder. I could tell she was extremely horny. She stepped off the table for rest and pulled her short mini up around her waist.
Jose already had his stiff cock out and was ready. He slipped his cock up to the crack of her ass. Michelle lowered her head, her gaze fixated on the table, waiting. Jose slipped his cock into her pussy, holding on to her hips. Michelle looked up and stared straight ahead as Jose entered her.
I stepped back to shield them from any possible view, while Jose pounded his cock deep into Michelle’s pussy. Michelle balled up her fists and pounded them on the table top as the first orgasm tore through her. Jose slapped his pelvis against her, wrapping his hands around her waist. She reached behind her and grabbed Jose’s ass and squeezed it, lowering her head as another orgasm ricked her body.
The audience roared with laughter at something the comedian said on stage. Michelle was biting down on her fist to keep from screaming. Finally, Jose stepped back, leaving Michelle clinging to the sides of the table, her knuckles white and her head still hanging down.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yes," Michelle replied. A waitress stepped over and asked if we needed anything. The waitress was cool. She silently left a stack of bar napkins on the table just before wondering off. I am guessing she suspected what was going on, but didn’t say anything.
Michelle never said anything about Jose and she didn’t have to. She had once confided in me that she would like to do a total stranger, just to have the experience. She got her fantasy fulfilled and I got mine fulfilled as well.
That Monday, as I stepped on to the shop floor, I saw Jose. He was chatting with some of his friends when I walked up. We fist bumped and I asked him how his weekend went.
“Well,” Jose replied, “Me and my girlfriend, we went to the comedy club.”
Louise
- 19.12.2021
- 30
- 0
- Category:
- Humor
Power Chapter Fourteen Comedy Movie Night
- 3 years ago
- 51
- 0
Making your Fantasy Come True
- 3 years ago
- 25
- 0
