Bonnie and Spencer's 2nd Date

Greetings, reader! As you might infer from the title, this story is a direct sequel to Bonnie and Spencer's first date. It's a little longer and a lot dirtier than the first one (and I mean A LOT dirtier. If you're not into eating ass, double penetration, or some light golden shower action then this isn't the story for you). The narrative picks up right where the first date ended, so I definitely recommend reading that one beforehand. Also, there's less Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism in this chapter, hence the switch to the Group Sex category. Happy wanking!

Part 1

Anxiety troubled Bonnie's post-orgasmic haze as she hurried down the moonlit street towards Spencer's apartment building. 'How am I going to explain this?' she thought frantically, perseverating on the idea that a guy like Spencer could never harbor genuine romantic feelings for a slut like her. After all, he'd witnessed her seduce two random bartenders, one of whom was old enough to be her father, into a Devil's threesome. She let them spit roast her, squeezed both of their hard dicks into her thirsty mouth, and squirted all over both of their cocks as they doubled stuffed her juicy pussy. They'd both cum inside her at almost the same time, and she'd cum so many times she lost count. She could feel their commingled loads dripping out of her while she walked; trickling slowly past her swollen labia down to her soft, round butt cheeks, squishing as her meaty thighs rubbed together with each step.

'How much of that did he see... --it doesn't matter!' she thought. 'Even watching for few seconds was enough to reveal what a wanton harlot she was at heart. "Wanton harlot," was a nice way of putting it; I let two random guys rub their dicks together in my pussy until both of them flooded my womb with jizz.' Fear of losing her chance with Spencer notwithstanding, Bonnie knew she'd always cherish the memory of this impromptu double-vaginal penetration. When she reached Spencer's building, she looked for the apartment number corresponding to his name, punched it into the intercom system and hit the star button.

"Who is it?" Spencer asked, clearly not expecting visitors at this hour.

"It's Bonnie" she replied, her voice crackling through old speakers. "I brought you your jacket." He buzzed her in. She took the elevator up to his floor, stood outside his front door and knocked. When Spencer answered the door he was almost completely naked save for the wet towel wrapped around his waist. Bonnie instantly salivated over his exposed form, lean and muscular well into his thirties, with an ass so shapely she couldn't wait to bite it. She'd been trying to remember which celebrity he reminded her of, and it struck her now: Jacob Elordi. He looked like a slightly older Jacob Elordi except with curlier black hair and soulful brown eyes.

"Thanks for bringing my jacket back," Spencer said sheepishly, feeling a little exposed in his current state of undress. "I guess I forgot it twice."

Bonnie shut the door behind her and handed the jacket back to her date, who reached over to hang it on a coatrack nearby. His towel slipped in the process, falling to his feet and exposing his achingly hard boner. Spencer gasped, reaching down to pick up the towel and cover himself.

Bonnie closed the distance between them, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Don't be ashamed, baby. It's nothing I haven't already seen." Brushing the straps of the dress she'd be removing for the third time tonight aside, Bonnie let her ample breasts drop freely with a mesmerizing bounce. Kissing his chest, flicking her nimble, naughty tongue over the hard nipple poking out from his perfectly-formed pecs, she gently cupped his testicles and decided to make what could have been the boldest gambit of her entire debauched evening. "Did you like what you saw tonight, Spencer?" Slowly tracing her fingertips over the circumference of his sensitive balls and gripped the shaft of his penis. Her date shuddered with desire, but didn't respond, so she decided to egg him on a little bit.

"I know you liked it when I sucked your cock in the photo booth earlier, didn't you baby? Didn't you like it when I swallowed your cum? You gave me such a sweet romantic kiss with your cum still on my breath; didn't you like it?

"I liked it," Spencer admitted, his base lust overriding every other thought and emotion in his mind. Her kissed her hungrily, his tongue swirling wildly through her dirty mouth, his lips caressing the same lips she'd wrapped around two different cocks at the same time less than hour before. Somehow, it was the most romantic kiss of both their lives.

"Gavin was playing with my greedy little clitty outside the curtain while I sucked your dick baby, did you know that? Did you know he made me squirt all over the floor? Did you know what a cock-hungry slut I was being all night?"

"No," Spencer stammered in reply, a puddle of jelly with his hard dick in her grasp. "Not until I came back and saw you all downstairs."

"How long were you watching me be such a bad girl for? What did you see?" Bonnie was slowly sinking to her knees as she spoke, kissing her way down his stomach between teasing questions.

"I saw all of it," Spencer exclaimed, driven half-mad by the untamed carnality of it all. It wasn't just that Bonnie made him want to do all the most lecherous things he imagined in his most private moments, it was how badly she made him want to do them. "I saw you fucking and sucking those two guys."

She tickled his ballsack with the tip of her tongue before running it slowly up the length of his shaft, kissing the shiny mushroom head of his dick without ever fully taking it into her mouth. "You liked watching those two guys fuck me, didn't you baby? Bonnie asked Spencer, who nodded before burying his face in her bosom and pulling her dress down to the floor. Apparently she'd forgotten her thong back at the bar because she was completely exposed; clit and labia still enflamed from the double-pounding she'd received earlier, cum matted in the peach fuzz of her pubic hair, smeared between her thighs.

"Did you like watching both of them feed both of their big cocks into my tight wet, pussy at the same time?" Bonnie continued, her seduction reaching it's fever pitch.

"I fucking loved it..." he uttered, too far gone to let shame temper his unspeakable desires now.

"I want you to fuck me too, Spencer. I want you to give me my third cream pie of the night."

Requiring no further encouragement, he scooped the enchanting succubus up into his manful arms, carried her into the bedroom, and gently laid her down on his king-sized mattress. He thrust the full length of his bulging shaft into her greedy pussy. There was no need to take it slowly with this insatiable minx; her passage was soaked with lust, with Gavin and Mack's spunk still swirling around inside her.

Bonnie felt absolutely euphoric. She couldn't believe what she'd gotten away with tonight; that this Greek God of a man still wanted her after seeing what a slut she could be. She raised her legs and rested her feet on Spencer's shoulders, allowing him to plunge his dick even deeper into her. He was pounding her box with all of his might --yet there was no undertone of anger to his thrusts, only the force of pent-up passions finally finding a release. Bonnie came, soaking the sheets with her ejaculate. Drenched with sweat and splashing puddles of pussy juice with each stroke, Spencer finally convulsed and erupted inside his horny date, cumming even harder than he had before. He collapsed on top of his thrice-fucked date, his head swimming with confusion and conflicting emotions.

The couple remained silent, catching their breath and holding each other close. Though they hadn't yet reconciled the tenderness of their feelings towards one another with the depravity of their sexual appetites, Bonnie and Spencer each separately clung to the hope that they could fuck their way into a solution.

Part 2

Bonnie awoke the next morning to discover she'd fallen asleep in Spencer's arms. Relieved that her date had been receptive to her seduction --and hadn't thrown her out in a fit of post-nut jealousy-- she basked in the warmth of his embrace. 'I wish I could wake up like this every morning,' she thought wistfully as she attempted to wriggle free from his brawny embrace without waking him. Spencer stirred from slumber anyway, smiling beatifically as Bonnie's face came into focus before his sleepy eyes.

"Mind if I hop in your shower?" she asked, planting a quick kiss on his lips. He nodded, dozing off again, visions of Bonnie's heaving tits bouncing through his dreams. Bonnie looked around the apartment. She'd been so pre-occupied with sex the night before she'd barely registered how clean and comfortable it was. Sleek, modern, and minimalist in decor (though not in the Patrick Bateman-y ways that would raise up her red flags), the place had plenty of light and enviable city views. The bathroom was similarly inviting, with a walk-in shower and standalone bathtub big enough for two people. He even used the fancy, organic face and body wash she liked. She could envision herself becoming very comfortable here.

As soon as the thought occurred to her she strained to banish it from her mind. 'Just because he might want to fuck you again doesn't mean he sees you as anything other than a chubby, tatted slut who fucked three different guys in one night,' she told herself. Letting the warm water from the rainfall shower cascade over the luxurious curves of her 32 year old body, she studied her nude form in the mirror. She'd gained weight since her 20s --she knew she needed to cut back on the drinking and pub grub, but that was easier said than done as long as she kept tending bar at Curly's three nights a week-- but in her admittedly less than humble opinion, she still thought she looked fine as hell. She'd been ridiculed for her soft tummy, wide hips, and round ass all her life, and drawn the particular variety of unwelcome attention known to girls who develop breasts early. But fuck all of that noise. She looked like Ava Gardner with a fat ass and huge, milky titties. And she could fuck like a succubus straight out your freakiest wet dream.

She'd drawn all her tattoos herself, but the Yakuza-style trio of zombie-fied koi fish covering the entire hourglass shape of her back and upper buttock the fin of the last fish curving around her right thigh was probably her favorite. A swirling tableaux of Miyazaki and horror movie-inspired figures and landscapes swirled up both the sleeves of her surprisingly strong arms, and an intricate mandala designs she'd drawn while tripping on mushrooms spiraled out from her throat and onto her shoulders, stopping just above her cleavage. It was still her dream to open up her own tattoo parlor. She'd finished her second apprenticeship --she hoped Spencer would never learn the story of what happened during her ill-fated first attempt, [though Literotica readers may someday get to hear the story, XOXO, Gemma], but she was still struggling to find both clients and consistent hours at any of the shops she'd worked for. She needed the second job just to stay out of debt.

She didn't love going to the gym --it's not easy to find sports bras in 34GG!-- but she put in at least two 90 minute workouts a week to keep her legs and core strong, as well as make sure her ass stayed wider than her waist. She was just beginning to soap up her heavy bosoms when Spencer walked in.

"Ok if I come in?" he asked, newly awestruck at the nude form of the woman who'd shared his bed.

Bonnie spouted a mouthful of hot bathwater into her cleavage. "It's your bathroom."

"I gotta pee though, do you mind?" he asked, sheepishly nodding toward the toilet in the corner.

"Why don't you just come in and pee in here?" Bonnie asked wickedly, curling her fingers in a 'come hither' motion. She was starting their second date off with another bold gambit, another chance to demonstrate just how nasty she could be; seeing as he seemed like it so far. Spencer joined her in the shower, unsure of what she meant but willing to do literally anything the busty temptress asked of him. With water cascading down both their bodies, the couple's lips locked in another passionate kiss before Bonnie took to her knees before her handsome lover. "You can pee on me, if you want to. Do you want to, baby?" Spencer nodded, half ashamed, but fully aroused. "Do it," she dared him, squeezing her boobs together into a tantalizing valley of soft flesh, "I want you to! Piss on my tits, you dirty perv!"

Spencer unleashed jets of hot, nearly clear urine straight into the center of that fleshy valley. He was soaking this perverted fuckdoll with piss and she was loving of every minute of it, reaching between her thighs to rub herself as she splashed in the hot stream. When he was nearly done with his longer-than-usual morning relief, Bonnie surprised him yet again with her bewitching debasement. Taking his still-pissing cock into her slutty mouth, she started sucking him, swishing hot urine around his hardening boner as he filled her oral cavity to the brim. She pulled away when she couldn't take anymore, spitting a spout of hot piss back onto his dick before taking it into her mouth again. Spencer was aghast at how horny it made him to watch Bonnie degrade herself for his pleasure; desire overriding all logic as she continued slurping and spouting until his bladder was empty and his boner was rock hard. He was absolutely smitten with this nasty slut. He helped Bonnie to her knees and kissed her again, deep and romantically even tough she must have swallowed at least a little pee.

He bent her over until her hand were resting on the tile bench at the left end of the shower, and this time it was Spencer who kneeled. He leaned forward a began eagerly eating her pussy from the back, running his tongue from the tip of her throbbing clit, and along her dripping labia all the way up to the bud of her tight, pink asshole. She squealed with delight, and buried his tongue even further. Bonnie reached for the detachable shower head to her right, turned on the water, and directed the stream directly towards her clit, bringing herself to orgasm whilst Spencer rimmed her asshole.

"Time to return the favor, baby" Bonnie said, standing up and directing him to take her place on the elevated seat. Sinking once more to her knees, she parted the well-toned cheeks of Spencer's ass and gently teased the rim of his hairy hole with her tongue. "Have you ever let a girl lick you ass before, you dirty boy?" she asked playfully, before burying her tongue as far as she could into his rectum.

"No," Spencer uttered between guttural groans, overcome with the pleasure of her lascivious attentions. "It feels fucking amazing, please don't stop."

"I've got an idea," Bonnie exclaimed, giving his ass a flirty spank. "Let me lie back so you can sit on my face." Re-directing the flow of the shower so she wouldn't get waterboarded, Spencer moved so she could get situated behind him.

"Want to fuck my tits while I lick your asshole?" she asked, not really needing an answer. He said nothing, just slowly lowered his ass over her face. After dousing her cleavage with bath oil, Bonnie wrapped her soft, massive tits around Spencer's hard cock and began to pump away, tonguing away at his asshole all the while. He'd never enjoyed a more decadent sensation, never experienced such full-body pleasures.

"I can't hold off any longer, I'm gonna cum!" he blurted out out, speckling her tits with his seed. He turned around and kissed her again, swirling his tongue through her dirty mouth with romantic abandon, heedless of the ass, cock, and pee she'd tasted in her endeavors to please him. The couple were absolutely euphoric in the afterglow of their early morning orgasms.

"What am I going to do with you?" he mused, staring deeply and lovingly into her dazzling green eyes.

"I don't know, but I can think of a few ideas," she responded without breaking the magic spell of their eye contact. "But for now, you better let me wash all this cum off my tits." Spencer stepped out of the shower, blew her a kiss and headed to the kitchen. Once Bonnie was sufficiently rinsed and dried, she emerged to find Spencer at work cooking her breakfast. 'I think he's a keeper.' she thought to herself. Altogether, she didn't leave his apartment or put her dress --which had been so stained in the cum of three different men she'd needed to throw it in the washing machine--back on for three days. Three days of newly-coupled bliss, spent making love in the sunshine, eating takeout, getting high, and baring their souls to each other. The one topic they'd avoided however, was the one they both worried had the potential to bring their new relationship down around their heads: Bonnie's penchant for group sex with multiple men.

Part 3

Spencer had been seeing Bonnie for about a month when the topic came up again. They'd followed more traditional courtship rituals following their perversion-driven weekend together; going to movies, museums, and parks, dining out at fancy restaurants. As their romantic feelings for one another grew deeper, their sex life got dirtier and dirtier. He nearly wept with joy when one even she came over and surprised him by lifting up her tennis skirt to reveal she had butt plug wedged up her tight hole, adding anal to their extensive sexual repertoire. In a roundabout way, the butt plug had been responsible for bringing up the memory of their first date (as well as the double-vag stuffing he witnessed her enjoy afterwards).

Neither member of the fledgling couple had been entirely sure about how to breach the topic of group sex. Spencer's experience in the field was limited to participating in a few unfulfilling threesomes with an ex-girlfriend who turned out to be a lesbian and the woman she left him for, plus the one watching his college basketball team run a train on an enthusiastically willing cheerleader but being too scared to join in (he had, however, made sure the young lady got home safely after her gang bang). Bonnie, on the other hand, was barely 18 the first time she got double-penetrated.

She absolutely adored being the center of attention, but the dopamine rush was exponentially more intense when she had two or more guys solely focused on pleasing her. Something about being pinned between two hot, sweaty male bodies ravaging her with their hard cocks made all of her shame and insecurity melt away. It was akin to the butterflies-in-her-stomach feeling that she got from being with Spencer.

She'd come to something of a Eureka moment (pun very much intended) when her new beau was vigorously sodomizing her while she fucked herself with her fleshiest and most realistic-looking dildo --at this point Bonnie was keeping half her wardrobe and all of her sex toys over at Spencer's place. Squirting profusely for the third time in 15 minutes --the couple were now in the habit of spreading a few beach towels over the bedspread to avoid constantly re-washing the sheets-- a truly wicked thought occurred to her. An irresistible yet potentially relationship-altering thought. 'If he liked just watching a Bonnie sandwich maybe he'd like helping to make a Bonnie sandwich even more!' She still wasn't sure how to broach the topic when she felt her lover's hot load splash against the inner wall of her rectum. He collapsed against the headboard and she dove for his lap like a seagull, sucking the residue of cum and ass off his softening cock, sending shudders up his spine.

Spencer was utterly besotted with the harlot treating him to the forbidden delights of ass-to-mouth. Spencer had always fantasized about doing all the nasty things he'd done with Bonnie --not to mention the things he'd only watched her doing-- but he figured the only women who wanted to eat ass, get peed on, and fuck multiple guys at once were porn stars. Sex with Bonnie had offered one revelation after another, but he wasn't prepared for how quickly they'd formed such a deep and profound emotional bond. He loved being with her. She made him laugh, introduced him to cool books, movies and music, cooked delicious meals; didn't constantly check her phone. He admired her intelligence and ambition; could see a future together. He was torn between the all-consuming desire to fulfill every filthy fantasy he had with the oversexed lioness and the fear of losing her. Still, he'd never know unless he tried, and seeing as he was unlikely to ever meet a woman as sexually adventurous than the one slavering over his exhausted erection at this very moment.