At the banquet hall, suits and gowns mingled under chandeliers. Tom waved him over, Sarah at his side in a red dress—low cut, hugging her curves, slit up the thigh. She smiled innocent, but her gaze lingered, heat hidden. 'Ethan! Glad you made it,' Tom said, clapping his back. Beers clinked, small talk flowed. But under the table, Sarah's foot brushed Ethan's calf subtle tease.
The system pinged soft: 'Initiate contact. Isolation protocol ready.' Ethan excused to the bar, Sarah following minutes later for 'refills.' They stood close, bodies brushing in the crowd. 'Missed you,' she whispered, hand grazing his hip. His cock stirred, blue balls forgotten in the spark. 'Dance with me later?' he asked, voice low. She nodded, biting lip.
They both sneaked into the restroom, without wasting time, Ethan's cock throbbed deep inside Sarah's pussy, her walls clenching tight around him as the door handle rattled. Tom's voice boomed from the other side, 'Sarah? You in there? The band's starting up!' Her eyes locked on Ethan's, wide with fear and fire, her legs wrapped firm around his waist, heels digging into his ass. The restroom door was a flimsy lock old hotel style, the kind that clicked but didn't hold strong. Ethan's heart slammed in his chest, sweat trickling down his back. He was buried to the hilt, balls pressed against her ass, but one wrong move and they'd spill out exposed.
Sarah bit her lip hard, stifling a gasp, her pussy fluttering around his shaft from the tension. 'Yeah, Tom! Just... fixing my makeup!' she called out, voice high and breathy, like she was out of breath from dancing. Ethan held still, every muscle locked, feeling her heat pulse against him. The knob twisted again, then stopped. 'Hurry up, babe. Everyone's looking for you.' Footsteps paused, then faded down the hall, mixing with the party's laughter and music.
They both exhaled slow, Sarah's nails scraping his shoulders. 'That was too close,' she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. But her hips shifted just a bit, grinding his cock deeper, a spark of need in her eyes. Ethan grinned, the risk fueling his fire. 'Worth it,' he murmured, pulling back slow inch by inch sliding out, her juices coating him slick. He thrust back in gentle, testing, her moan soft and muffled against his collarbone.
The restroom was small single stall with a sink mirror fogged from their heat. Dim light from a bulb overhead cast shadows on her red dress, hiked up around her waist, no panties to slow them down. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard peaks under the thin fabric. Ethan kissed her neck, tasting salt and perfume, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her up against the wall. 'We can't stop now,' he said low, voice rough with want. 'I need to fill you up.'
Sarah nodded, her blonde hair messy, sticking to her flushed cheeks. 'Then do it. But quiet.' She unwrapped her legs, dropping to her feet shaky. Ethan pulled out, cock bobbing heavy and wet, veins pulsing. Pre-cum mixed with her wetness dripped from the tip. She turned, bending over the sink, ass out round and full, cheeks parting to show her pink pussy lips swollen and ready. 'Like this? Harder this time.'
He stepped up, hands on her hips, rubbing his cockhead along her slit. The mirror showed her face lips parted, eyes dark with lust. 'God, you're beautiful,' Ethan said, voice soft now, the rush fading to something warmer. He leaned in, chest to her back, kissing her shoulder. 'Not just this. You. The way you look at me.' It was romantic, unexpected in the heat, but real. Sarah glanced in the mirror, meeting his gaze. 'Ethan... I shouldn't feel this way. But when you're near, it's like everything else disappears.'
He slid in slow, savoring the stretch her pussy welcoming him tight, walls hugging every ridge. No rush now; he rocked gentle, deep presses that made her sigh. 'Tell me what you want,' he whispered, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb circling the nipple through silk. 'Not just my body. All of me.' Sarah arched back, pushing onto him, her free hand reaching to lace fingers with his. 'I want mornings with you. Waking up tangled, your arms around me. Kisses that last.' Her voice trembled, romantic words spilling as his cock filled her steady.
Ethan's thrusts stayed slow, romantic grind hips circling to rub her clit with his base. The sink edge dug into her palms, but she didn't care, eyes half-closed in the mirror. 'I'd make you breakfast,' he said, lips brushing her ear. 'Naked, just us. Then back to bed, loving you all day.' She moaned soft, pussy clenching sweet. 'Promise? No more hiding?' He nodded, kissing her neck tender. 'No more. You're mine.' Their rhythm built gentle, bodies syncing like lovers long lost his cock gliding in and out, her juices trickling down her thighs.
But the party noise swelled outside music thumping, voices calling names. The romance hung thick, but lust clawed back. Sarah pushed back harder. 'Enough sweet talk. Fuck me hard now. Make me yours.' Ethan growled low, grip tightening on her hips. He pulled out almost full, then slammed in deep, forceful thrust that slapped his balls against her clit. She gasped, bracing the sink, mirror shaking slight. 'Yes! Like that.'
He pounded now, hard and fast cock pistoning into her pussy, wet sounds echoing off tiles. Each thrust stretched her wide, head bumping her cervix, sending jolts through them both. Sarah's ass jiggled with every impact, cheeks rippling red from his palms. 'So tight,' he grunted, watching in the mirror her breasts bouncing free as the dress top slipped down, pink nipples exposed. He reached around, pinching one, rolling it firm. 'You love this cock, don't you?'
'God, yes,' she panted, pushing back to meet him. 'Fills me perfect. Harder, Ethan make it hurt good.' He obliged, hips snapping brutal, slap-slap-slap filling the air, her pussy squelching around him. Sweat slicked their skin, his shirt sticking to his back, her dress rumpled. He grabbed her hair gentle at first, then tugged, arching her neck for a kiss over the shoulder tongues messy, romantic edge in the roughness. 'You're dripping for me,' he said between thrusts. 'All this cream on my dick.'
Sarah's legs shook, knees buckling, but he held her up, one arm around her waist. His free hand dipped low, fingers finding her clit swollen nub, circling fast. 'Cum for me first,' he demanded, voice husky. She whimpered, body tensing. 'Close... oh fuck, Ethan!' Her pussy spasmed, walls milking him tight as orgasm hit juices gushing, soaking his balls. She bit her arm to quiet the cry, eyes rolling back in the mirror.
He didn't stop, pounding through her clench cock throbbing wild, balls drawing up heavy. The system beeped in his head: Objective nearing completion. Full deposit required. Reward: Enhanced load volume. Blue balls from last night fueled it; his sack ached full, ready to unload massive. 'Gonna cum inside you,' he groaned, thrusts erratic now. 'Fill this pussy full.' Sarah nodded frantic, still quivering. 'Do it. Breed me. All yours.'
One final slam deep as possible, cockhead flaring. Ethan roared low, burying face in her neck as ropes shot out thick, hot cum blasting her walls. Pulse after pulse, more than ever system boost making it endless, flooding her deep. Cum overflowed quick, white streams leaking down her thighs, mixing with her wetness. He kept pumping, milking every drop, her pussy overflowing sloppy. 'Take it all,' he whispered romantic, kissing her spine. 'My girl.'
They stilled, panting, his cock softening slow inside her. Cum dripped steady, pooling on the floor. Sarah straightened, dress falling back, but evidence stuck thighs shiny, pussy pulsing with his load. 'That was... incredible,' she said, turning for a soft kiss, romantic glow in her eyes. 'I meant what I said. About us.' Ethan cupped her face, thumb tracing her lip. 'Me too. We'll figure it out.'
But reality crashed voices in the hall again, closer. Tom's laugh boomed. 'Sarah? You still in there? Banquet's serving dessert!' The door handle jiggled unlocked now, from their haste. Ethan's eyes widened; he was still half-hard inside her, cum trickling. Sarah froze, whispering, 'Hide! Stall!' But the knob turned.
The door swung open slow, Tom's face appearing, eyes narrowing at the sight. 'What the?'
Ethan's mind raced as Tom's hand pushed the door wider. Sarah spun quick, yanking her dress down, cum still warm between her legs, a wet spot forming on the fabric. Ethan ducked low, pressing against the wall behind the door, cock tucked hasty into his pants, zipper half-up. The restroom smelled of sex musky, sharp but maybe the party air covered it. 'Tom! Hi, honey,' Sarah said, voice too bright, stepping forward to block the view. Her face flushed red, hair wild, lipstick smudged from kisses.
Tom blinked, stepping in, nose wrinkling slight. 'You've been in here forever. Everything okay?' His eyes scanned sink messy with water spots, mirror fogged, floor slick in one corner. Ethan held breath, muscles burning from the crouch, heart pounding loud in his ears. Sarah laughed nervous, touching Tom's arm. 'Yeah, just... girl stuff. Bad cramps or something. You know how it is.' She leaned in, kissing his cheek quick, distracting. Tom softened, hand on her back. 'Want me to get you some water? Or aspirin?'
'Water sounds good,' she said, guiding him out gentle. 'I'll be right there. Promise.' Tom nodded, glancing back once suspicious flicker in his eyes but turned, door swinging shut behind him. Click locked again, Sarah's hand trembling on the knob. Ethan rose slow, pants fixed, but bulge still obvious. 'Holy shit,' he breathed, pulling her into a hug. 'That was insane.' She buried face in his chest, laughing shaky. 'Too close. But... worth every second.' Her hand slipped down, squeezing his ass. 'Feel you still leaking in me.'
They shared a romantic moment there door locked, world outside buzzing. Ethan tilted her chin, kissing slow and deep, tongues lazy now, tasting the afterglow. 'You're amazing,' he said, forehead to hers. 'Brave. Beautiful. I could do this forever.' Sarah smiled soft, eyes misty. 'Me too. But we have to be smart. Tom... he's not stupid.' She straightened her dress, wiping thighs discreet with tissue cum strings pulling long, sticky. 'Go out first. Wait five minutes.'
Ethan nodded, stealing one last kiss romantic promise in it. 'See you on the dance floor?' She winked. 'Count on it.' He slipped out, hall empty, blending into the crowd quick. Party thrummed chandeliers sparkling, tables laden with cakes and fruits, colleagues chatting deals over wine. Tom stood by the bar, holding two waters, brow furrowed. Ethan grabbed a drink, casual nod to a coworker. 'Great event, huh?'
Across the room, Sarah emerged, smoothing hair, linking arms with Tom. She shot Ethan a secret smile heat hidden, but there. His cock twitched, cum still warm in memory, blue balls gone, replaced by satisfaction. The system pinged: Objective complete. Reward unlocked: Load volume +50%. Next task loading. But he ignored it, eyes on her.
The night wore on dancing, toasts, laughter. Romantic tension simmered; Sarah's foot teased his under tables, whispers when Tom turned away. 'Can't stop thinking about it,' she breathed once, hand brushing his thigh. 'You inside me.' Ethan grinned. 'Round two later?'
But as dessert plates cleared, Tom pulled Sarah close for a dance possessive arm around her waist. Ethan watched from the bar, jealousy mixing with lust. Then, a coworker slapped his back. 'Ethan! Heard you're killing it at work. Boss loves you.' Small talk flowed, but his mind wandered to Sarah's pussy, full of his seed, leaking slow under that dress.
Later, as the party wound down, groups thinning, Tom excused to the men's room perfect window. Sarah caught Ethan's eye, nodding subtle toward the side exit quiet patio, stars out. He followed, night air cool on his skin. She waited by a bench, dress glowing under moonlight. 'Missed you,' she said, pulling him close. Romantic again kiss soft, hands exploring gentle. 'What are we doing, Ethan? This could ruin everything.'
He held her face. 'Making it better. For us.' They kissed deeper, bodies pressing, his hardness returning against her belly. Her hand stroked him through pants. 'Want you again. Right here.' But voices neared—party stragglers. They broke apart, breathless.
Back inside, toasts ended, but Tom found them chatting innocent. 'Ready to head home, babe?' he asked Sarah, oblivious. She nodded, but her eyes said more to Ethan tomorrow's promise.
As they left, Tom's car pulling away, Ethan lingered, phone buzzing. A text from Sarah: 'Home safe. Thinking of you. Cum still inside.' He smiled, but the system beeped urgent: New objective: Have a threesome with two of your colleagues. Risk level high.