When in Toronto... (Extended)

Of course, when the duo in the back stopped talking and started openly making out, Sulman realized he was in for a bit more than he thought. Steve caught him staring after a couple minutes and smirked. "Eyes on the road," he quipped.

"Are they... always like that?" Sulman asked, not believing their boldness. He was used to parties, but there was a different atmosphere to parties. Doing this kind of stuff in public hit him a lot differently.

Steve shrugged. "Hard to tell, I just met them today." He rolled his shoulders and reached into Lauren's satchel, producing a bottle of vodka. A fair bit of it was gone. "They've had a bit of liquid courage to get them going," he added, motioning to Sulman. "You down?"

"It's against my religion. And I'm, y'know, driving." Sulman motioned back to the road.

"Didn't take you for the Puritan type," Steve mumbled. "You may not wanna look back at what they're doing."

When Sulman looked again to the back of the car, he was thankful he was at a red light or he was sure he'd crash. Lauren had pulled Ken's cock out of his pants and was moaning as she was sucking him, rubbing herself over her jeans in pure eagerness as she worshipped his manhood with her lips.

"Holy fuck," Sulman couldn't help but moan.

Steve let out a laugh. "Yeah, me too when I first caught 'em." He poured some of the vodka into an empty Palm Bay can and downed it, then winced. "Fuck. Is watching people get it on against your religion too?"

"No..." Sulman softly murmured, feeling himself grow inside his pants. He kept watching the scene before him, transfixed, until a car honking its horn behind him snapped him back to reality and got him to drive.

Sulman wasn't a virgin by any means but especially when you live with your parents, you don't get too many opportunities to take a girl back to your place. As he drove, he became lightheaded with the sounds, sights, and even the smell of sex getting to him. Steve by this point was watching the couple with vigor and cheering them on, clearing more to Lauren's excitement than Ken's, though Ken was beginning to get a grasp on his power over the situation.

Ken had certainly found out through trial by fire that he was not the jealous type. Lauren sucking off Steve earlier meant nothing when she eagerly returned to suck Ken's cock later, without even needing to be asked. He was in control, and he liked it. Hell, there was something inside his twisted little mind that realized he kind of liked ordering Lauren around to service Steve, even though Lauren had pushed it on him initially.

His mind a little foggy from the alcohol and fantasy (and only realizing then that he hadn't quite gotten to live it out from ordering Lauren to play with Steve), Ken made eye contact with Sulman, who was clearly watching them from the front, eyes full of disbelief and wonder. Ken couldn't help from having a dumb crooked grin grow on his face when he realized the opportunity he had.

"Hey, Sulman -- your name is Sulman, right?"

"Yeah?" Sulman asked hesitantly.

"You seem to -- you have quite an eye on -- on my girl here. How would you like to have your dick sucked by her?"

Luckily, Lauren had stopped sucking right before Sulman's foot nervously hit the brakes for a split second, causing all four of them to be slightly hurled forward. Immediately, Ken's eyes went to Lauren's, asking her through the eyes if this sort of thing was okay with them. Luckily, Ken clearly wasn't the only one turned on by the idea of Lauren being whored out -- her eyes showed hesitation briefly, but as she warmed up to the idea, Lauren blushed and nodded, gulping nervously.

"Well, I... I mean... is that what she wants?" Sulman barely could choke out, as Steve started laughing again beside him.

"Yes, I want it." Lauren confirmed herself, still blushing. Sulman didn't quite know how to think about all this -- as the sober one, was he required to say 'drunk girls can't consent' or something? Was she drunk enough to not know what she was doing?

"Pull over." Steve ordered, and, lost in his own mind, Sulman did that. As soon as he did, Steve exited the vehicle and opened Lauren's side door. "Tag out, princess. Put your dick away, boy."

"Fuck you," Ken simply replied with a shake of his head as he zipped up his pants. Steve and Lauren swapped places and Sulman remained motionless, nervous, in the driver's seat.

"So, Sulman, have you ever gotten road head before?" Lauren asked, giggly. She expected to be as nervous as him, but somehow, doing all of these naughty things in front of Ken, a man she suddenly now had every need to please, was exhilarating.

"Um, no..." Sulman breathed.

"Well you are today!" the ever-boisterous Steve roared, followed by a laugh. "Don't keep the lady waiting."

"Um, isn't it kind of gay for dudes to have their cocks out in front of each other...?" Sulman added bashfully.

It was Ken's turn to quip. "Yeah dude. There's nothing more gay than getting your dick sucked by a girl. If you don't want to have fun with her, just send her back here."

"Tell you what..." Lauren slurred her words, pulling her shirt over her head. "Just start driving, and I'll pull it out. Besides..." she added, taking off her bra and releasing her sensitive nipples to the world again. She moaned softly at the feeling of fresh air on her nipples before continuing. "The boys will be too busy looking at these. Isn't that right?"

"Damn right," Steve confirmed, staring away at Lauren's gifts.

Sulman took a long breath before starting to drive. Life is short, he reasoned to himself, his panic only going down a little as he drove before feeling a hand on his fly.

Despite his nervousness, he knew to lift his hips to allow his pants to come down. Due to his nervousness, even with all of the sexiness happening around him, he was still flaccid, but that didn't stop Lauren from marvelling at what she'd unearthed.

It was clear that Sulman was going to be the most hung one out of the three. She liked Ken's cock the most, but aside from him, Sulman was clearly going to be one of her favorite dicks. She stroked, Sulman breathed, and his cock slowly came to life.

As he gained hardness, it surpassed six inches, then seven, then Lauren didn't even care to watch it grow anymore. She wanted it in her mouth too badly. Too drunk to care about foreplay, she engulfed the cock into her mouth in one motion, causing another light foot-tap to the brakes (luckily not enough to make Lauren choke on the cock she was sucking).

Steve was laughing in support of the scene unfolding before him. Next to him, Ken couldn't believe what he was seeing. His own girlfriend was sucking off another guy with her tits out on display, and he fucking liked it. The only thing preventing him from pulling his own dick out and jacking off right there was the weirdness jacking off next to a dude would have made him feel.

Over time, Sulman got used to driving with his cock being sucked, and eventually started making his own little gasps and moans, much to Lauren's own pleasure. He wasn't even paying too much attention to where he was going anymore -- as far as he was concerned, he could crash right now and at least die happy -- and as he dared to drive into more populated areas, he relaxed enough to bring one of his hands to the top of Lauren's head, guiding her as she diligently and drunkenly bobbed her head up and down on his cock.

Clearly Steve didn't have the same reservations Ken had, and by this point he had already pulled his dick out, pleasing himself to the scene Lauren and Sulman were putting on. As much as it would have turned Ken on to have more of an audience for his girlfriend, he was thankful the windows were tilted and this was the non-caring city of Toronto he was dealing with, as he mentally told himself 'fuck it' and pulled his own cock out.

After a bit of time, Sulman couldn't take much more and had the foresight to pull over at some ass end of town. He could barely put the car into park before throwing his head back and announcing wordlessly to the world that he was going to shoot his load into Lauren's mouth. Lauren eagerly received, enjoying the feeling when the first spurt (and more afterward) hit her mouth, although her being drunk caused her to make a mess of it. After it was clear she wasn't going to keep it perfectly clean, she opened her mouth for air, allowing the entire mess to pour out over Sulman's dick.

Sulman motioned towards the glove department and Lauren complied, albeit after admiring the size of Sulman's load pooling around his cock. She found some napkins and handed them to Sulman, who quickly and clumsily tried to wipe up his mess.

Lauren turned her attention back to the man of her desire. "How'd I do?"

Both Ken and Steve had their cocks out at this point, and neither of them shot their load, but both were still casually stroking, appreciation on both of their faces. "Really well, babe," Ken breathed.

"Where the fuck are we?" Steve asked, noting the change in scenery.

"I just pulled over somewhere no one would be," Sulman reasoned."I don't wanna cum on fuckin' Spadina."

It was some kind of residential street, decently away from the stores and intersections they were at one point driving through, and kind of empty. "It's kinda pretty," Steve mused. "I'm gonna step out and get some fresh air." He quickly made himself decent and opened the car door, with the other three following, grabbing Lauren's satchel, knowing they were going to keep drinking as they continued their adventure.

***

At one point in time, most, if not all, of the comedy scene in Toronto knew Luna's name. Thanks to some connections early on in her career, and then a few really well-timed television spots, Luna had quickly established herself as a late bloomer in the comedy scene. People didn't care if she wasn't exactly young; she was sharp as a tack and had the timing of a goddess.

But that was a decade ago. Even though Luna still had her trademark short red hair (albeit out of a bottle), spunky short body (to contrast her blunt delivery, anything for a laugh) and heavy makeup and noticeable jewelry, she felt further from the person she had been at the height of her career. To make ends meet, Luna found herself going to sketchier and sketchier bars (bars, not even comedy clubs, bars) to do sets to make ends meet.

This particular bar was kind of sketchy to boot. It had its fair share of customers, but Luna never cared for the wood paneling with dim lighting. It made a place look... low-brow. Like anyone could make it there. And she did have to remember her roots, but... there was a line between remembering your roots and not growing beyond them, right?

She didn't want to even acknowledge that maybe as she started pushing fifty that her comedy skills weren't as good as they once were. Plus, it was hard to self-reflect when so many of the guys in her industry were such assholes to her.

And she meant all of them. Agents, club owners, fellow comedians, even her audiences. To them, she was some old washed-up bitty with nothing to offer. Which was ridiculous, since her bits still got laughs, she was still known and invited to places, just... treated like a monument to what she once was, not what she still was.

"And he's on the rug, going, 'I can't get up! I can't get up!'" she nearly finished her bit in her classic dumb old man voice as the bar-goers laughed. This was always her most successful story, and right before she finished it off with the closing line, a heckler interrupted her.

"You used to be funny! What happened to you?!"

It was one man. One notably drunk, sad-looking man in a sea of people who were laughing and offering appreciation for her. If she was a rational, mature creature she would have taken that in mind and not fed the troll, but quite frankly, no one ever got to where they were in the arts by being a rational, mature person.

"Oh, I'm sorry." she approached him, donning a patronizing voice. "Did you prefer the old Luna? Did you maybe see me on The Comedy Network? Or even Yuk Yuk's? Do you miss the Luna from 2006? You know, the one that was handed scripts and told to recite? I sure do miss 2006 too, and all of the rape jokes and political jokes I had to be told were funny, and tell to people I didn't know, saying things I didn't believe, all to get a reputation I didn't ask for. Did you just expect me to not grow? To not become my own person? Am I even a person to you, or am I just a comedy dispenser, as long as you push my buttons just right?"

The bar had, at this point, taken on an awkward silence. Luna could read a room when it came to her comedy, but her face became flush with the realization that she just said everything she said, and she couldn't tell if everyone was silent out of respect for her, or because they didn't like what they had just heard.

"Well how about fuck you, buddy? How about fuck it all?" Luna rhetorically quizzed the one man (who participated in the silent response) before awkwardly marching out the back door of the bar, her back hitting the door as soon as she shut it.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a good few minutes before deciding she needed a walk. The less people around, the better.

As she started walking, she could feel the sadness melt away and fall off of her back, leaving her free. Despite being a fiery spirit, she never once made a case for herself and her inner thoughts and feelings, and venting them out, even onto some poor unsuspecting guy in an establishment she'll never be invited to again, felt good. Really good.

As she walked, she couldn't help herself from dancing from step to step with glee. The feeling of freedom wouldn't last forever, so she wanted to enjoy it while she lasted.

A couple of minutes into her little dance-walk into nowhere, she came upon an interesting sight: four people sitting and standing against a car, just straight-up drinking. What's more, one of them looked like a cop. As she kept walking, given they were the only five people there, inevitably the four saw her approach, and it seemed like neither party knew quite what to do or even what to say in response to the other.

After a while, Luna made up her mind. Fuck it, she'd been at Second City before -- 'yes and.' She approached the four, one of which was drinking some peach schnapps, and outstretched a hand. "Yeah, let me have some of that too."

The cop couldn't help but laugh at her boldness as she took the bottle and brought it to her lips. Luna didn't even need to hear their story to like this crowd, although they brought her up to speed with it shortly after.

***

"...In the car? With everyone watching?!" Luna asked in disbelief. She was drinking quite a bit more than them to catch up with them, though soon she'd be caught up.

"Well, it's not like everyone actually saw, the car has tinted windows." Sulman defended himself, which caused a cackle to erupt from Steve.

"Yeah, this guy was bashful as fuck about it. Meanwhile the cuck over here was the first one to suggest Lauren even go for it."

"Fuck you, bro." Ken blurted out. "Sorry that my girlfriend and I are comfortable with being open. You weren't complaining when you had your cock in her mouth."

"This is a cult. This is how a cult starts." Luna mumbled to herself, taking another drink.

"Why don't we fight for her then? Think you wanna step to this?" Steve drunkenly asserted himself.

"Yo, bro, what're you doing?" Sulman asked incredulously. "Is this fuckin' kindergarten? Stop competing to impress people. Lauren clearly likes all of us, otherwise she wouldn't have..."

"Sucked all three of you off." Luna bluntly finished him.

"Yeah, that." Sulman could feel himself turning pink. Steve stepped back wordlessly, keeping his eye on Lauren. Lauren herself was leaning against Ken, clearly feeling sappier than sluttier right now.

"I still can't believe you found all that out about you in one day," Luna told her. "It took me my entire career to realize that I was just accepting men I'd just met bossing me around," she added with a sarcastic lilt to her voice.

Lauren, adjusting very well to her new fetish, shrugged. "It just feels good." she simply told her. "I love feeling like I'm alive, and I feel alive with him. So why not do what he says?"

Ken smiled his drunken crooked grin. "Hey Lauren, flash our new friend."

Lauren whipped her head to look at Ken, smiling in disbelief, before shrugging. She left her bra in the car anyway -- all she had to do was hand her drink to him and lift her shirt.

"Cult, definitely a cult." Luna mumbled again as she had a full view of Lauren's perky, admittedly pretty tits. The breeze blew through and caused Lauren to quickly lower her shirt again, looking off at the sky. Almost on cue, all four of the others followed suit, realizing it was starting to get dark outside.

"Is there a plan for what you're going to do tonight?" Luna asked her new friends, awkwardly not knowing if she was now one of the gang or just an onlooker.

Steve finally took his eyes off Lauren, eyeing up Luna for the first time. "Why, intrigued?" he asked.

Luna scoffed. "Yeah, right. Because you all would be interested in a grandma like me joining in, even if I was interested."

Steve shrugged. "How old?"

"Pushing fifty. It's impolite to ask, you kn-"

"You're about as much older than me as Lauren is older than Ken over here, they seem to be getting along famously." Steve pointed out. Luna looked at the couple again, lost to their hormones, lips locked and forgoing the drinks to play a ruthless game of tonsil hockey.

"Oh, are they into each other? Couldn't tell." Luna replied dryly.

"So, what do you think?" Steve asked, pressing the question, his grin growing.

Luna couldn't help but laugh and bring a hand to her throat. "Are you serious? Are you all just looking for random people to join your little orgy or something?"

"We certainly would have to stop at some point." Sulman pointed out. "We couldn't fit a hundred people in the car."

"How many could we?" Steve asked, craning his head over drunkenly to look at Sulman.

Sulman smiled, a little bashfully. "Maximum of five."

Steve's grin impossibly widened even further as he turned back to Luna. Luna sputtered a little, then turned to Sulman. Sulman gave her a polite smile and shrugged, not really sure how to react to everything himself. Luna turned to the happy couple, who were just as eager as ever to tune the rest of the group out and keep wrestling tongues. Eventually Luna slowly turned her head back to Steve.

"Well, I mean, if there isn't a problem with... if the rest of the group is okay with... you know..."

"Let's try this," the ever-confident Steve slyly slurred, setting his drink aside and unzipping his fly. Before Luna could register what was going on, much less say anything, Steve had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking his impressive length. "What do you think?"

Luna, normally the first to have a quip ready for any kind of situation, was stunned. Was it his confidence? The blatant way this group of people were exposing themselves? She didn't quite know, but as she set down her drink and timidly approached Steve, she didn't feel like herself. She didn't feel like Luna the pushing-fifty comedianne. She felt like a teenager again, feeling her hormones rising up and telling her, 'See that cock? I want it in me.'

She sank down to her knees, hesitant and embarrassed at first, occasionally looking over at Sulman, Ken or Lauren for their reactions. Ken and Lauren were, go figure, occupied, and Sulman was watching intently, giving an awkward shrug when their eyes made contact.

Luna slowly turned her head back to the cock in front of her, close enough for it to feel her breath. She hadn't sucked a cock in such a long time -- despite a good amount of her sets being about awkward sexual encounters, she didn't actually get around all that much. She opened her mouth and slowly accepted Steve's manhood into her mouth, and as soon as she closed her mouth around it, she instinctively moaned. It just felt... good.