A small audience formed around us, making my cock even harder. If that were possible.
I leaned over her and said through my mask, “You feel so good. Damn.”
“Your cock is wonderful, baby. Give it to me. I’m gonna come quick.”
I plunged into her up to my balls, and she gave a shriek, her head banging against the mattress, her hands grabbing my ass to pull me closer.
Her breath came fast and hard in my ear. “Fuck me, please. Yes, just like that.”
Her pussy pulsed, gripping my cock, and my balls tightened as my own explosion drew nearer. I kept pumping her as she came again…and again.
I fucked her until she couldn’t speak. Sweat poured down my face, puddling inside my mask, tickling my nose. I was getting close to exhaustion, ready for my own damn orgasm.
So I kept pumping. Z had gone nearly comatose, her head rocking back and forth, small whimpers escaping her lips.
Fuck.
I knew it.
I wasn’t gonna come.
God fucking dammit.
I pulled out, pissed as hell. Z, in her state, seemed not to even notice. I yanked off my rubber and sat for a moment on the edge of the mattress, pants around my ankles, cock hard as a baseball bat, balls aching, while the crowd dispersed, unaware of my frustration.
Z sat up next to me. She looked like she’d just finished a marathon.
“You okay?” she asked, placing a hand on my arm.
“Yeah, sweetie. You’re incredible.”
I stood, pulling my pants up, tucking everything back in. “I gotta run, babe. I’ll see ya.”
She smiled and waved weakly.
I marched past the bouncer and out the door, moving as fast as my aching balls would let me.
Downstairs I brushed by Miss M, who called after me.
“G! Will I see you again soon—”
But I just kept going. Blue balls did that to me. Halfway down the block I remembered to remove my mask, and when I did, cool evening air washed over my sweaty face.
If I couldn’t get off at the club, there would always be another time. But for now, there was home, with a little help from my friend, internet porn.