Carnal Karaoke - Singing can be a real turn on!
I have a confession to make. I sing Karaoke. I don’t mean I get drunk and sing embarrassingly. I mean I have sung in (and on occasion won) competitions.
There was a local spot in the valley we liked to visit. A couple of us we working a show together, and some nights we’d so there to unwind. We couldn’t enter the tournaments, as we were “professional singers”, but we still had fun…
During the course of the show, one woman and I really hit it off. She was a super hot MILF. Long read hair. Green eyes to die for. A body build for sin. She was so hot, and I couldn’t help staring at her. We’d flirt mercilessly back-stage. But I never dreamed that she was serious about that flirtation, I always felt she was out of my league.
That is, until one night at the karaoke club…
It was late, the place was thinning out some, and of our group it was now just myself and the delectable redhead at the table.
She asked to singe something for her, something exciting. She kissed me on the side of my mouth and said, “Please, for me”.
So I took the stage, conferred with the DJ and sang “Heartache Tonight” by the Eagles. In all modestly, I rocked it.
I went back to the table, and she hugged me very, very tight. I could feel her full breast pressing into me, and when we ended the embrace, I saw her hard nipples jutting through the straining fabric of her top. I smiled and said, “So I guess you liked it”?
She grinned naughtily and said, oh yeah. In fact, you made me SO wet singing that song.
I wasn’t sure I was hearing correctly, so I just sort of stared at her. I was stunned. Yes, we’d flirted. Kissed playfully. But did she just say I made her wet?
“I am serious, here, feel”. And with that, she took my hand and under the table, guided it up her parted legs to her moist center. She was wet. VERY wet. My fingers instinctively entered her, and she closed her legs, trapping my hand there.
Warm juices sluiced over my hand. I could feel her heat. I looked at her to find her sipping her drink as if nothing at all was going on under the table. Oh, she was GOOD.
She slowly released her thigh grip on my hand, and sexily asked me to sing another song. I reluctantly slid my fingers from her and made my way back to the stage. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As I sang, I could see subtle movements she was making, I knew she was masturbating under the table as I sang. I became more and more concerned that the audience, spars as it was, would notice the erection growing in my pants.
As I left the stage, she got up from the table and met me on the floor, took my hand and whispered in my ear “Let’s go”. We walked to my truck, and climbed in. She immediately dove for the front of my pants. She unbuckled my best, unzipped me and took out my cock. Without a word, she bent over to gulp down my cock, right there in the parking lot. She was so good, lips so soft, a mouth like wet velvet. She knew what she was doing, moreover, it was obvious she LOVED sucking cock. She worked my stiff erection like a pro.
I fumbled with her blouse buttons. Her breasts were big, full, and firm. Not enormous, but beautifully ripe and luscious. She would stop sucking my hardness from time to time to wrap it between her tits, or to tease the tip of it with her hard nipples (they were like stones!)
Before long, I was moaning… she said, “Not yet”. She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my rod. I was certain my moan could be heard not just all over the parking lot… but in the music hall as well – over the music. It was visceral and ecstatic. Her pussy devoured my cock.
I had fantasized about this woman for so long. I envisioned seducing her with dinner, flowers… something romantic. But a few songs and she is in my truck, fucking me like a machine.
It wasn’t long before I felt my cum rising. “I’m going to cum.” She huskily moaned, “Then give it to me” and rode my cock all the harder. That was all I could take, I shot into her. She screamed and her cunt clenched on my cock, milking every drop out of it. As my orgasm began to ebb, hers flooded over her and she squirted, washing my cock with her nectar.
She collapsed on top of me. We held each other, gently kissing for what seemed like hours. Then, we got ourselves together, we headed for home. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, she said, “I’ve wanted that for a long time.” I hope this won’t make it awkward now in the theater.
“Not at all”, I said, “Not for me. You?”
“I’m good. In fact I think we should come here more often.”
We laughed and I drove her home.
We did come back to that Karaoke Lounge many more times. We did cum together, many more times.
There was a local spot in the valley we liked to visit. A couple of us we working a show together, and some nights we’d so there to unwind. We couldn’t enter the tournaments, as we were “professional singers”, but we still had fun…
During the course of the show, one woman and I really hit it off. She was a super hot MILF. Long read hair. Green eyes to die for. A body build for sin. She was so hot, and I couldn’t help staring at her. We’d flirt mercilessly back-stage. But I never dreamed that she was serious about that flirtation, I always felt she was out of my league.
That is, until one night at the karaoke club…
It was late, the place was thinning out some, and of our group it was now just myself and the delectable redhead at the table.
She asked to singe something for her, something exciting. She kissed me on the side of my mouth and said, “Please, for me”.
So I took the stage, conferred with the DJ and sang “Heartache Tonight” by the Eagles. In all modestly, I rocked it.
I went back to the table, and she hugged me very, very tight. I could feel her full breast pressing into me, and when we ended the embrace, I saw her hard nipples jutting through the straining fabric of her top. I smiled and said, “So I guess you liked it”?
She grinned naughtily and said, oh yeah. In fact, you made me SO wet singing that song.
I wasn’t sure I was hearing correctly, so I just sort of stared at her. I was stunned. Yes, we’d flirted. Kissed playfully. But did she just say I made her wet?
“I am serious, here, feel”. And with that, she took my hand and under the table, guided it up her parted legs to her moist center. She was wet. VERY wet. My fingers instinctively entered her, and she closed her legs, trapping my hand there.
Warm juices sluiced over my hand. I could feel her heat. I looked at her to find her sipping her drink as if nothing at all was going on under the table. Oh, she was GOOD.
She slowly released her thigh grip on my hand, and sexily asked me to sing another song. I reluctantly slid my fingers from her and made my way back to the stage. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As I sang, I could see subtle movements she was making, I knew she was masturbating under the table as I sang. I became more and more concerned that the audience, spars as it was, would notice the erection growing in my pants.
As I left the stage, she got up from the table and met me on the floor, took my hand and whispered in my ear “Let’s go”. We walked to my truck, and climbed in. She immediately dove for the front of my pants. She unbuckled my best, unzipped me and took out my cock. Without a word, she bent over to gulp down my cock, right there in the parking lot. She was so good, lips so soft, a mouth like wet velvet. She knew what she was doing, moreover, it was obvious she LOVED sucking cock. She worked my stiff erection like a pro.
I fumbled with her blouse buttons. Her breasts were big, full, and firm. Not enormous, but beautifully ripe and luscious. She would stop sucking my hardness from time to time to wrap it between her tits, or to tease the tip of it with her hard nipples (they were like stones!)
Before long, I was moaning… she said, “Not yet”. She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my rod. I was certain my moan could be heard not just all over the parking lot… but in the music hall as well – over the music. It was visceral and ecstatic. Her pussy devoured my cock.
I had fantasized about this woman for so long. I envisioned seducing her with dinner, flowers… something romantic. But a few songs and she is in my truck, fucking me like a machine.
It wasn’t long before I felt my cum rising. “I’m going to cum.” She huskily moaned, “Then give it to me” and rode my cock all the harder. That was all I could take, I shot into her. She screamed and her cunt clenched on my cock, milking every drop out of it. As my orgasm began to ebb, hers flooded over her and she squirted, washing my cock with her nectar.
She collapsed on top of me. We held each other, gently kissing for what seemed like hours. Then, we got ourselves together, we headed for home. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, she said, “I’ve wanted that for a long time.” I hope this won’t make it awkward now in the theater.
“Not at all”, I said, “Not for me. You?”
“I’m good. In fact I think we should come here more often.”
We laughed and I drove her home.
We did come back to that Karaoke Lounge many more times. We did cum together, many more times.
10 years ago
