The Beautiful Kind

One more entry about The Colony due to popular demand (OK, one request: “Please tell more of the great show that led to the standing ovation.”)

Nothing too special about it, just your typical fucking for an audience act, only it was cool that the audience was real and not just imaginary, as is so often the case. My usual Colony costume is a tight white t-shirt (for the black lights) and a short skirt over a black lingerie set, complete with thigh hi’s and heels.

The t-shirt and skirt come off pretty quickly, and then the bra and panties are shed when access is needed. The thigh hi’s and heels stay on. You have to remain standing as much as possible so as to not come in contact with filthy surfaces. It went something like this:

We made out and I got naked, and sat on a towel, legs spread, as he knelt before me, licking my pussy (he’s one of the best pussy eaters ever, has the perfect tongue speed and pressure.) It was so arousing to be stimulated in that environment - so dirty, seedy, all those bodies and eyes trained on you. I was the hottest thing there, which is very easy to pull off when you’re slumming it. I loved looking down at him as he focused all his efforts on me. He slipped a finger inside me and that sent me over the edge - I let myself cum loudly, primal, and my cries produced a reverse echo effect - instead of bouncing off things, they were absorbed into the walls and other people.

Afterwards I kissed him, and tasted myself - pungent, bitter, not sweet at all. Then it was my turn to kneel before him. He knew I was in the mood to have his hands in my hair, to work my mouth, for him to push into me. I made all kinds of nasty noises, sucking and gasping.

Then he turned me around so he could enter me from behind. I stood with one foot up on the couch, my hands braced as well, body stretched out and luminous. He kept his jeans and button down shirt on (men are not allowed to wear t-shirts to this godforsaken place, can you believe there’s a dress code?!) He rubbed his head up and down my hot, wet slit, and pushed his way in, halfway at first, then all the way. He grabbed on to my hips and I bucked against him, moaning and electrified. He fucked me quietly, both turned on and self-conscious of those watching. I came again this way, which is rare for me. So animalistic, we were the nature program, the live nude girl, the porn right in your face. His speed increased as he approached orgasm, and he pulled out and came as carefully as he could on my ass. Then he wiped it up with the paper towels in my purse we brought along for just this reason.

Other men came the same time he did. Not sure if they were as considerate as he was with cleaning up after themselves.