Xochitl in the Dark with Xochitl Gomez

[TheLW]

Xochitl in the Dark
With Xochitl Gomez
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Fingering, Public
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

The Mandalorian & Grogu World Premiere was electric. Cameras flashed everywhere along the red carpet, fans screamed, and the energy was insane. But the second I saw Xochitl Gomez step out in that dress, everything else faded into the background.

She looked absolutely fucking stunning. The strapless white top clung to her chest, pushing her perfect tits up into this mouthwatering amount of cleavage. That thick black leather corset was cinched tight around her tiny waist, making her curves look even more dangerous. The flowing white skirt moved with her as she posed, hands on her hips, smiling for the photographers. Every time she turned, the corset accentuated her hourglass figure, and I couldn’t stop staring.

Xochitl caught me watching and shot me that sly, knowing smirk. We’d been building tension for weeks at other events, and tonight it felt like everything was about to boil over.

A short while later, when the lights finally went down inside the theater, we were tucked away in the very back row, far corner on the right. The massive screen lit up, the opening fanfare thundered through the speakers, and the crowd settled in. Xochitl immediately leaned over, her bare shoulder pressing against mine. The scent of her perfume mixed with the faint leather smell of that corset.

“You’ve been eye-fucking me in this dress all night,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. Her hand slid straight over my thigh and found the growing bulge in my pants.

I didn’t waste time either. I slipped my hand under the flowing white skirt, gliding up her smooth thigh until I reached her pussy. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She was already soaked. The moment my fingers brushed her slick folds, she let out a tiny gasp and squeezed my cock through my pants.

I freed myself quickly. Xochitl wrapped her soft hand around my hard shaft and started stroking me slowly, teasingly, while the movie played. Her grip was perfect, firm, warm, and twisting just right on every upstroke. At the same time, I pushed two fingers inside her tight, wet heat. She was dripping. I curled them, stroking that spongy spot inside her while my thumb found her swollen clit.

“Fuck...” Xochitl breathed, biting her lip.

Eventually she leaned down. Her dark hair spilled across my lap as she took me into her mouth. The wetness I felt was incredible. Her lips wrapped around me as she sank lower, tongue swirling along the underside of my cock. The corset kept her from bending too freely, so she had to work for it, bobbing shallowly at first before taking me deeper. The quiet, wet sucking sounds she made were risky as hell, but that only made it hotter.

I pumped my fingers faster, fucking her with them while she sucked me. Three fingers now, stretching her, curling hard. Her hips rocked subtly against my hand under that skirt, riding my fingers as her head moved in my lap. Every time she took me to the back of her throat and gagged softly, I felt her pussy clench around my fingers.

Xochitl popped off for a second, breathing hard, a string of spit still connecting her lips to my glistening cock. “Don’t stop fingering me,” she whispered desperately. “I’m so fucking close already.”

I rubbed Xochitl's pussy faster, thrusting my fingers deep and steady. She dove back down, sucking me harder, hollowing her cheeks. The theater was dark, the movie playing loud on screen, but all I could focus on was the obscene feeling of Xochitl Gomez’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock while I finger-blasted her in the back row of The Mandalorian movie premiere.

Her thighs started trembling. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed my fingers rhythmically. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting through me, and then she came hard, soaking my hand, her whole body shaking as she tried to stay quiet. Xochitl buried her face against my thigh for a moment, whimpering softly through the orgasm.

But she wasn’t done.

The second she caught her breath, she was back on my cock, sucking with pure hunger. “I want you to cum down my throat,” she whispered, voice hoarse, before swallowing me again.

I gripped the back of her neck, guiding her as the pressure built fast. Between her perfect mouth, the tight corset making her tits look incredible every time she moved, and the sheer thrill of where we were, I couldn’t hold back.

“Xochitl... I’m gonna cum,” I groaned under my breath.

She took me all the way down and held there, throat working around me. I exploded, pulsating hard as I filled her mouth with thick ropes of cum. Xochitl swallowed every drop, milking me with her hand and throat until I was completely drained.

When she finally sat up, her lips were shiny, cheeks flushed, and she had this wicked, satisfied smile. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and licked it clean right in front of me. God, she looked even hotter than she did on the red carpet.

We tried to behave for a little while, but halfway through the movie, during a quieter scene, she leaned over and whispered, “Bathroom. Now.”

My heart pounded as I followed her out the side exit. The hallway was dimly lit and mostly empty. She pulled me into the accessible bathroom and locked the door behind us.

The second the lock clicked, she hiked up that flowing white skirt, turned around, and bent over the sink, looking back at me in the mirror. That black corset made her waist look impossibly small, her ass round and perfect.

“Fuck me,” Xochitl demanded, eyes dark with lust. “I need your cock inside me right now.”

I stepped up behind her, lined up, and pushed in deep in one smooth thrust. She was still soaked from earlier. The moan she let out was loud enough that I had to cover her mouth with my hand as I started fucking her hard. The mirror gave me the perfect view, her tits nearly spilling out of the strapless dress with every thrust, the corset squeezing her body, her face twisted in pleasure.

I gripped her hips and pounded into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the small bathroom. One hand reached around to rub her clit while I fucked her deep and fast.

“Yes... just like that,” she gasped. “Harder.”

I gave Xochitl everything I had. I fucked her with long, powerful thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, my hips slapping against her ass. The corset creaked with every hard thrust, the stiff leather and boning compressing her waist as her body jolted forward. Her tits were bouncing heavily now, nearly escaping the top of her dress. I watched it all in the mirror, her face twisting in pleasure, mouth open against my fingers, eyes rolling back slightly.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest to her back, and growled into her ear, “Look at yourself. Look how fucking hot you look getting fucked in your premiere dress.”

Xochitl forced her eyes open and stared at our reflection. The sight seemed to push her closer to the edge. I could feel her pussy starting to pulse and squeeze around me rhythmically. I rubbed her clit faster, never slowing my hips, driving into her deep and relentless.

The bathroom filled with the sounds of us, wet slapping, her muffled moans, and my low grunts. I slid my hand from her mouth to her throat, holding her gently but firmly as I fucked her harder. She gasped for air, then moaned again, louder this time.

“I’m gonna cum... don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, voice shaky.

I didn’t. I kept the exact same pace going, pounding her soaked pussy while my fingers worked her over. Her whole body started trembling. Her thighs shook, her pussy clamped down around my cock like a vice, and then she came hard, really hard. A gush of wetness coated my shaft as her walls spasmed wildly. She cried out into my hand, eyes squeezed shut, back arching even more inside that restrictive corset as the orgasm tore through her.

I kept fucking her through it, drawing out every wave until her legs nearly gave out. Only then did I let myself go. I buried myself as deep as possible, hips pressed tight against her ass, and unloaded inside her with a deep, guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum shooting into her, filling her up as her pussy continued to flutter and milk me.

My cock twitched inside her with every aftershock. I could feel our combined juices starting to drip down her thigh. Xochitl’s head hung forward for a second before she lifted it again, looking at me in the mirror with a dazed, thoroughly fucked smile.

“God... I needed that,” she whispered, voice hoarse.

I slowly pulled out, watching a thick drop of my cum leak from her swollen pussy. She reached back, scooped a little with her fingers, and brought it to her lips, sucking it clean while maintaining eye contact in the mirror. The filthy little move made my spent cock twitch again.

Xochitl straightened up, letting her dress fall back down, though it was now slightly wrinkled. She turned in my arms and kissed me deeply, slow and sensual this time.

“We should get back to our seats,” she whispered, “but I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”

For the rest of the movie, my hand stayed under her dress, playing with her, while hers occasionally returned to my lap. The adrenaline and lingering arousal kept us both buzzing.

When the credits rolled and the lights came up, Xochitl leaned in close, lips brushing my ear.

“Come home with me. I want to ride you while I’m still wearing this dress.”

The End