I've (25M) been chatting for the past week with this girl Hannah (23F) on Tinder. Despite her appearing so out-of-my-league, we had a lot of common interests like gaming and movies. Eager to meet her in person, I asked her out to coffee, but she actually surprised me by asking me to take her to a rave. I was hesitant because the tickets were pretty expensive and she needed me to buy hers as well.
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"Pretty please?" She sent the text along with a pic of what she promised to wear. My jaw basically hit the floor. It was a black sheer longsleeve croptop pulled over an assembly of straps that might've passed as a revealing bikini, but the added fishnet leggings just made it look like lingerie to me. It sealed the deal for me, I bought the tickets immediately.
When we met in the parking lot, our awkward first hellos began with a tight hug. Feeling her pressed against me in that tiny outfit immediately made me semi-hard, and I knew I'd feel this way or even stiffer all night. As we walked to the show, I couldn't believe she was wearing so little in public, her cheeks basically fully out and bouncing with each step. She was turning heads everywhere we went.
"God, Hannah… Everybody's staring," I started, clearly flustered.
"I know," she replied with a wink. A couple guys even stopped and asked if they could take pictures of her and she said yes. She didn't even seem to mind the people that were snapping photos without permission, like she was used to it. As if detecting the apprehension on my face, she gave me a smirk and a shrug, then took my hand. It temporarily rid me of my insecurities, I was just too head over heels that this girl had chosen me over everyone else.
We treaded through the packed crowd and got as close to the stage as we could, but we were eventually blocked off by VIP ropes. Hannah was disappointed, but we danced to the opening act and were still having a good time. The venue was so busy and bustling that we were constantly bumping into strangers, many of which looked happy for the opportunity to briefly touch Hannah. Again, she didn't seem to mind, which turned me on and gave me a little more courage to try it myself.
At one point, she was getting especially playful with her dancing so I got behind her and embraced her from behind her waist. It was complete heaven when she began to grind her little black bottoms against me. All I could think about was how she was basically out here in her panties. My horniness got the better of me and I basically started to hump against her ass. She giggled at my forceful pecking, but then gently pushed me off and put me to her side.
"Please, oh my god. You're so hot…" I pleaded into her ear, too worked up to realize how submissive I sounded.
"Let's not get too excited. I only do so much on the first date," she teased before kissing me on the cheek. She looked down and realized I had gotten a full erection from all of that. She smirked at it and then went back to dancing. I was practically losing my mind, trying to keep my cool.
A few minutes went by and she noticed I was still fully hard for her. We both couldn't help but laugh. "Well if you're gonna be like that all night, maybe I can at least give you some relief," she said into my ear, then gently groped the front of my pants. I audibly gasped which made her giggle some more. In that moment, I wanted to fuck her so badly, but I was desperate enough to settle for a handjob in the car later.
But that was when things took a turn. A much bigger guy had started wading his way through the crowd. He was 6'2 so pretty much everyone could see him coming. When he slid past from behind me, he towered over me, enough to briefly obscure the neon lights hitting my face. The act was invasive enough that I turned my head and watched him cautiously. He grabbed Hannah's shoulders, maybe to keep balance as he made his way through, but then he intentionally stopped behind her. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. He pressed the front of his pants against Hannah's ass as she was dancing to the music. I watched as he lowered his hands to her waist, and began to grind back against her.
Hannah's reaction was far different from my attempt. She danced against him with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying what was pressed up against her. The tent of his pants had grown a considerable amount, basically burying itself between her cheeks and extending beyond what I could see. Compared to my pecking, she must've felt like she was riding a bike. Finally, Hannah opened her eyes and met mine. I waited for her to realize the person behind her wasn't me, but she just kept staring and allowing it. She was… liking it? I had to be the one to say something.
"Hey, that's my date," I called back to him.
"She doesn't seem to mind," he replied confidently, not even looking at me. My face was burning red now. Not only from him basically ignoring me, but Hannah just playing along with a complete stranger. At last, she took to my concern and stepped off him, moving closer to me. But from the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes trail down with curiosity at our guest's lower body. She tried to hide her open-mouthed expression, which only made me feel more emasculated. She cleared her throat.
"I was just having fun, that's all. Didn't mean anything by it. I'm making my way to VIP if you want to join. The wristband gives me a plus one," he replied to us, but he was really only looking at Hannah.
"Thanks, but I think we're–" I started.
"Could you? I really want to get front row!" Hannah was practically bursting with excitement. Then after looking to me, she centered herself a bit more and added, "for both of us. He is my date." The way she said it warmed me up and made me forget just a little bit of my embarrassment.
"You'd have to make it worth my while," he said bluntly, eyeing her up and down. "Tell me what you're willing to do for it. But I want more than dancing."
Hannah pondered in front of me. The fact that she considered dealing with this guy made my embarrassment gush right back in. The music was so loud that I could only capture parts of their conversation, and they were too closed off shoulder-to-shoulder for me to intercept the deal. I listened as he audaciously suggested she give him a blowjob. Hannah started her counter-offer with letting him grope her ass, then raising it to dryhumping it during the show. I think she was trying to soften the deal and appease me, but her offers didn't exactly comfort me. Despite the indifference in her voice, it sounded like she was willing to do quite a lot. She then proposed her final offer: a handjob in the alley behind the merch stand. I immediately protested.
"Baby, it'll be okay. That VIP wristband is probably worth like $300. Don't you want to see the show at the front with me?" she asked me with pouty eyes. "I've given handjobs to random guys before. It can be totally casual and easy. Just a means to get what I want." She then began to caress my chest, and whispered the rest into my ear to sweeten the deal: "I'll jerk you off, too. Just like I promised. I'll treat you extra special. You can think of it like a threesome."
It sealed the deal and the three of us made our way into the alley. The music faded to a dull rhythm in the distance, so it felt oddly intimate. The rave was in full force so we didn't expect any passerby to notice us, but even the idea of that felt kinda hot.
Hannah put us both side-by-side against the wall, then kneeled down to unzip us at the same time. Having her so close to my penis already brought me to full erection. She had no problem pulling out my 4.5 inches. She gave it a simple smile that subliminally told me, "aww, cute." Hannah continued to work with her dominant hand, trying to fish out our guest's cock and clearly having trouble. She finally she got it out. I was too nervous to look, but finally had to when I heard her say "oh my FUCKING god."
I turned and what I saw was basically twice my length and girth. Her hand had never even removed its grip on him. She was too stunned. So much so that she didn't even realize she had dropped her left hand from mine. She looked up at his eyes and the only thing he said was "I know."
Unable to contain her excitement, Hannah began to jerk us both off, spitting on both of us for lube. It became immediately apparent that she needed to give him way more effort to acchieve a full stroke, while her left hand glided back and forth on me with ease. It was more of a shake than a stroke. I hoped she wasn't making the comparisons in her head like I was, but I knew it would be impossible not to. He was just so much bigger.
"Give me a little more, babe," he said with casual dominance. I hated how he was already asserting ownership over her. But Hannah just giggled awkwardly and spat on his cock again so her hand could stroke him with smoother friction. She bit her lip as her tiny hand went up and down his shaft. Like she was measuring the amount of seconds it took to run from base to tip. I felt invisible to her at this point, she wouldn't even look at me, but I couldn't fully explain it. The way she was so excited to stroke him… it was making me harder. Just from the look on her face, I could see how badly she wanted to feel him inside her. I didn't even know if he could fully fit, and I was sure that's what excited her. She had to know.
"H-Hannah…" I began, trying to get her attention back to me. It was hard to speak because as embarrassing as it was to admit, the bare minimum stroking she gave me was driving me wild. I was gasping and grunting from every quick formulaic stroke she gave me. Especially in her tiny outfit, all I could think about was how badly I wish she would stop stroking me and let me fuck her before I burst my load. But my expiring stamina seemingly gave her the opposite idea. Hannah began to tighten her grip on me, quickening her strokes with impatience. Whatever sensualness she might've began the handjob with was gone. She was pumping me now. Milking me. I thought about what she said earlier to allow this strange scenario in the first place. As if she repeated it again in my head… "It can be totally casual and easy. Just a means to get what I want."
It was too much for me. I moaned her name as I felt my orgasm rise. I shot my load onto the floor in front of her, just barely missing her shoulder. She stroked me through it, maybe out of obligation, but still smiling with mild satisfaction as I convulsed in her hand. She looked briefly at my cum on the floor, as if to ensure the job was complete. What happened next was such a blur that I just let it happen. She wiped her left hand on my shirt, then diverted her full attention so she could stroke the other guy with both her hands. Hannah looked up at him with cutesy eyes, eager to please.
"You know you want it," he said.
Hannah gazed at the thick veiny cock in front of her, excited and terrified. Along the tip was the slightest drip of pre-cum. She began with a modest lick, starting from the underside of his tip and scooping it up for a taste. It was like watching an animalistic desire kick in as she began to kiss the tip, then welcome it between her lips and into her warm mouth. I watched as she began to bob her head against his dick, exploring it as far as her throat could withstand. Her determined hands took hold of the rest of his length. I didn't even realize my own cock was throbbing in sync with her motions, experiencing pleasure without touch. I tried to deny what I was feeling.
"That– that wasn't… part of the deal," I stammered out. A last ditch effort to stop it all.
"She doesn't seem to mind," he mocked back, surprisingly maintaining composure while she worshipped his cock. "In fact, your girl is such a fucking slut…" He pushed pushed Hannah off of him for extra emphasis now. Despite her gasping for air, she looked like she still wanted to keep sucking him off. In fact, she was desperate to. But as she looked up at him expectantly, he said, "I don't even have to ask."
Not needing any further directions, Hannah stood up and placed her right leg up against the wall. She pulled her bottoms to the side, exposing her tight little pussy to both of us for the first time. But the pleasure of first sight faded quickly for me, as I realized the pleasure belonged to him. She regrasped his erection and began to slide it inside her, or at least tried to. I heard her small whimpers as she continued to work it in. Finally he wrapped his hands around her ass, picked her up, and did her the rest of the way. I'll never forget the sound she made when he had fully entered her. She was in pure ecstasy.
He spun her around and began to fuck her against the wall, her body bouncing as he continued to thrust into her. My face was burning red. My cock was throbbing unbearably now, back to full hardness even after a recent release. My heartrate was beating so fast with jealousy that I figured there was only one way to calm myself down. I started jerking myself off, desperately wishing I could trade places with him. It took less than a minute for me to cum again. I could swear she had looked from the corner of her eyes and smirked at me, as if happy I was enjoying the show. Feeling ashamed of my actions, I began to pull my pants back on, but right in time to watch as he told her he was going to cum inside her. She made no protest and let it happen, waiting in anticipation, then feeling joy in each one of his final thrusts as he expelled inside her. When he finally released his cock from her, I could only think two thoughts. One: I came on the floor twice in the time that he had his way and finished inside her pussy. And two: she allowed this guy to creampie her and she didn't even know his name.
Before Hannah could even ask, he dropped his wristband in front of her and said we could have it. It was only good for two after all. After Hannah was done catching her breath, I helped her up, subconsciously turned on by how sweaty she had gotten. Her outfit was effectively ruined, the panties in tatters. She awkwardly covered her pussy, a little lost in herself. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her waist, trying not to think about how another man's cum was going to stain it. She either seemed too tired to talk or didn't want to humiliate me further, so we went into the VIP area and acted as if everything was normal. But I couldn't stop thinking about what transpired in the alley, and who she would've actually preferred spending the rest of her night with.
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