Definitely NOT a fireman

I bet you could make a girl cum using nothing but your devil mouth," I said, then promptly covered my mouth with both hands and gasped, realizing I had thought out loud again.  

*That's a much better use of your pretty mind, beautiful," he said with a chuckle as my eyes bugged out of my skull. "About fucking time you started noticing me. I'm not used to being ignored to talk about other men, baby. Tell me all the dirty things you want my devil mouth doing to you, angel."

He completely misunderstood. I wasn't ignoring him. At all. Men like him were unmissable. I was just bracing for him telling me he didn't want a second date. Not only had I never sat in a man's lap before, men just weren't interested in me. I was safe. Like a sister. A fat girl. Not pretty enough to hit on.

"You want to do… to me?" I squeaked, the tears a thing of the past as I stared the man in front of me down. "You should let me down. You're drunk. You don't know—" 

I tried to get off his lap, but he held me firmly in place, barely making any effort, his arms looping around my waist. 

"I'm perfectly sober. You on the other hand just drank three hundred thousand dollars on an empty stomach. You should eat something… then let me eat something," he said suggestively, his hand slipping under my dress and creeping up my thigh. 

I had huge thighs littered with cellulite. His hand trailed up one slowly, leaving behind sparks of arousal and insecurity, making me gulp. 

"Joke's on you. I have no thigh gap. You won't get your hands on my… holy fuck," I said, my taunt turning into a moan as quick fingers made their way past my panties as well as my entrance and then up my wet pussy. 

"What was that, gorgeous? Where won't I make it?" he asked with a coy smirk. 

My drunk brain registered nothing but pleasure as two fingers slowly eased in and out of my pussy. 

I remembered Jason's attempt at fingering my pussy. That much he tried. After I blowed him, I guess he felt he had to return the favor? I just laid there awkwardly like a dead fish, feigning enjoyment. Then, after a set period, I would scream that I was cuming and fake an orgasm. I loved Jason, so I figured I just didn't like being fingered. 

There I sat, on this stranger's lap, practically vibrating from pleasure while he proved me wrong. I looked around self consciously while he fingered me, but there was no one around. Not a single soul. Not even a waiter. What the fuck was happening? Instead of asking questions, I nervously blurted out more random shit to the stranger touching my pussy. 

"Joke's on Jason. I just remembered that I spent the night getting eaten out by someone else, thinking it was Jason, on our last vacation. I cheated first. It was an accident, but who cares? Only when I got out the stranger's dick to suck did I realize he wasn't Jason. My one time lover was hung like…" I trailed off mid gush, piercing the man whose lap I was sitting on with bewildered, horny eyes. 

There was no fucking way. His grin turned predatory, knowing, as his fingering increased in intensity and speed. All I wanted to do was flee, but fuck he had his fingers so deep up my pussy and it felt so fucking good. 

"Dear fucking devil. If you're not a fireman, who are you? What did you say your name was?" I purred, biting down on my lip, my head falling back, my eyes shutting without permission as an orgasm started building up in my core. 

Guilt and pleasure flooded my senses. I was doing it again. Cheating on my boyfriend of three years and it felt fucking amazing. Wrong, morally compromising, but so so good. 

"I didn't. When would I have? You spent the last hour bitching about another man while confusing me for, you guessed it, yet another fucking man," he said with a possessive growl, taking my lip between his teeth and nibbling on it. "You did more than suck my big dick that night, angel. You got fucked silly. Then you disappeared. I've been looking for you ever since."

Alarm bells went off in my head as I tried to recall the information he did drop. Fuck. I called his hunk of a man all but devouring me with his eye fucking while cramming another thick finger up my pussy, gay. 

"So not gay. Definitely not gay," I squealed, squirming around in his lap as the fingering grew hasty, tormenting. 

I was a slut after all. I, Plush Pearl, cheated on Jason Nelson. Not just a blow job either. I lost my virginity to another man. How did I block this out? I still couldn't remember it all. 

"Did you say three hundred thousand dollars? Oh fuck. I can't pay for that. I have student debt. I… wow, oh dear God," I panicked, then moaned. 

Just like that, all semblance of thought was wiped from my mind as my pussy started quaking on his fingers. 

"God, devil. You really have to make up your mind, angel. I can't be both. Definitely not a fireman though, am I precious?" he said, slipping his tongue past my lips again. 

Despite us once again sucking on each other's faces while my hands roamed all over his body, touching him like I owned him, his persistent fingers would not let up. In and out they went, stretching my barely deflowered cunt. Deflowered by the very man I was now cuming for.  

"You're not some random blind date. You're, you're my one night—" I tried, but the pleasure rolled over me like a tsunami as he buried yet another finger into me, then shoved them all deep inside me.

"Dear, oh hell. Heaven. Mercy. Fuck," I begged.