Karaoke Tease Ends With Her Ass

The private karaoke room still smelled of spilled beer and the lingering heat from the office party that had spilled out an hour ago. Most of the others had gone home or drifted to the main bar, but Kara had dragged Emmett inside with a crooked smile and the excuse that she still had one more song in her. At twenty-two she moved like she owned every inch of the small space, her tight black skirt riding high on thighs that flexed with each step, the thin blouse unbuttoned just far enough to flash the lace edge of her bra when she leaned over the machine. Emmett, twenty-eight and usually the quiet one from accounting, locked the door behind them without being asked. His secret crush on her had been a low burn for months; tonight it felt like it might ignite.

Kara scrolled through the catalog, hips swaying, then selected something slow and filthy. The opening chords filled the room. She didn’t take the mic right away. Instead she backed up until her round ass brushed the front of his trousers. Emmett’s hands hovered near her waist.

“You’ve been staring at this all day,” she murmured, rolling her hips so the soft cheeks pressed firmly into his growing cock. “Every time I walked past your desk. Don’t even try to deny it.”

He exhaled hard against her neck. “I wasn’t denying anything.” His palms finally settled on her hips, fingers digging in as she ground harder, deliberate circles that made his dick thicken and throb against the cleft of her ass. The fabric of her skirt was thin enough that he could feel the heat of her bare cheeks underneath—no panties, just smooth skin and the promise of more.

Kara started singing, voice husky and on-key, belting lyrics about wanting it rough, about being used, about taking every inch. She kept her back to him, arching so her ass nested perfectly in his lap while she sang. Every thrust of her hips dragged the plush mounds up and down his shaft. Emmett’s breath came faster. He pulled her tighter, letting her feel exactly how hard she made him.

When the verse turned filthy she twisted her head, lips brushing his ear. “I’ve wanted you for months, Emmett. Catching you looking at my ass in the break room, at the copier, everywhere. I get wet thinking about you bending me over that desk.” Her tongue flicked his lobe. “Tell me you’ve thought about it too.”

“Every fucking night,” he growled, voice rough. One hand slid up under her blouse to cup a full breast, thumb scraping over a stiff nipple. “Jerked off to the idea of spreading these cheeks and burying myself inside you. You walk around like you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

She moaned into the next line of the song, grinding slower, heavier, so the head of his cock dragged right along the seam of her skirt where her asshole hid. Mutual want crackled between them—months of stolen glances finally cracking open. Kara’s free hand reached back to palm him through his pants, stroking the thick length while she finished the chorus. By the time the track faded she was panting, ass still pressed tight to him, both of them admitting in low, urgent voices that they’d been aching for this since the holiday party three months earlier.

The next song loaded automatically—something slower, dirtier. Kara didn’t wait. She turned in his arms, kissed him hard enough to bruise, then dropped straight to her knees on the sticky carpet. Her fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper. Emmett’s cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking, the head flushed dark. Kara looked up through her lashes, maintaining fierce eye contact as she licked a long stripe from base to tip.

“Fuck, look at you,” she whispered, then opened wide and took him deep in one wet slide. Saliva flooded her mouth immediately. She bobbed with eager, sloppy enthusiasm, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling under the head every time she pulled back. Spit dripped down his shaft and onto her chin. She never broke eye contact, blue eyes locked on his while she hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.

Emmett’s hand tangled in her hair, not forcing, just holding on as she worshiped his cock. She took him farther, gagging softly when the head nudged her throat, then pulled off with a filthy string of spit connecting her swollen lips to his dick. “You taste so good,” she panted, then dove back down, sucking harder, faster, one hand stroking what she couldn’t swallow while the other cupped his balls. The wet sounds filled the small room—obscene slick noises mixed with her muffled moans and his low curses.

He was throbbing against her tongue, close already from the earlier grinding, when she suddenly pulled off with a gasp. Eyes still locked on his, she stood, turned, and bent straight over the glowing karaoke machine. The neon lights painted her spread thighs. Kara reached back, hooked her thumbs in the hem of her short skirt, and yanked it up over her hips, baring everything. Her ass was perfect—full, round, smooth cheeks that jiggled as she planted her feet wider. She reached back with both hands and spread herself open, showing him the tight pink pucker of her asshole and the glistening folds of her cunt below it.

“Eat it,” she begged, voice raw. “Please, Emmett—I’ve been dying for your mouth on my ass. Lick me open. I need it.”

The sight punched the air from his lungs. Emmett dropped to his knees behind her without another word. He grabbed those spread cheeks, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, and buried his face between them. His tongue dragged hot and flat over her asshole first, tasting the clean musk of her skin, then circled the rim with deliberate pressure. Kara cried out, pushing back harder onto his face. He licked deeper, spearing the tip of his tongue against the tight ring, feeling it flutter and try to open for him. Spit slicked everything; he spat directly onto her hole and worked it in with long, filthy strokes of his tongue, eating her ass like a man starved.

“Yes—fuck—just like that,” she moaned, forehead pressed to the machine, fingers still holding herself wide. “Deeper. Get that tongue inside me. I’ve touched myself thinking about this so many times.”

Emmett growled against her, the vibration making her thighs shake. He tongue-fucked her asshole in earnest now, pushing past the ring again and again while one hand slid down to rub her soaked clit. She was dripping, juices coating his fingers as he ate her. The taste, the heat, the way her hole clenched around every thrust of his tongue—he was rock hard and leaking against his own thigh.

He pulled back just enough to speak, voice low and rough against her spit-shiny cheeks. “I’m going to fuck this tight little asshole tonight, Kara. Stretch it open on my cock until you come with me buried deep. You want that?”

Her answer was immediate, desperate, a broken moan as she shoved back toward his mouth. “Yes—God, yes—fuck my ass, Emmett. I’ve wanted your cock in my hole for months. Do it. Please. Make me take it.”

He dove back in, licking harder, faster, one thick finger joining his tongue to push inside the clenching ring while she begged and trembled over the machine. The karaoke track kept playing forgotten lyrics, but neither of them heard it anymore. All that existed was the wet sounds of him devouring her ass, her open pleas, and the heavy promise hanging between them that tonight he was going to bury every inch inside that virgin-tight hole and fill it until she dripped.

Emmett’s tongue stayed buried in Kara’s ass, working the tight ring open with relentless flicks and thrusts while his thick middle finger pumped in and out alongside it. Spit ran down her crack in shiny trails, mixing with the wet heat pouring from her cunt. He added a second finger, scissoring them slowly, feeling the ring stretch and flutter. Kara’s knees nearly buckled. She shoved back hard, cheeks spreading wider under his palms.

“Fuck—yes, more, stretch me,” she begged, voice cracking. “I’m dripping for it. Please, Emmett, my ass is so empty without your cock. Finger-fuck it deeper. Make me ready.”

He growled into her hole, twisting his fingers, curling them to press against the sensitive walls while his other hand smeared her juices up over her clit in tight circles. Her thighs shook. Juices slicked his wrist. She was soaked, hole clenching greedily around every intrusion, the karaoke lights painting her arched back in neon pink and blue. Emmett pulled his mouth away just long enough to spit again, watching it drip into the stretched pink pucker before diving back in, tongue fucking her while three fingers now worked her open. Kara’s moans turned ragged.

“I’m begging—God, I’m begging. Need your cock in my ass right fucking now. Lube me up and wreck me.”

He stood, cock leaking a thick string onto the floor, and spotted a bottle of lube someone had left on the side table near the low leather couch against the wall—probably from some earlier private party joke. He snatched it, popped the cap, and drizzled the cool gel straight down her crack. It ran over her open hole; he worked it in with four fingers now, plunging deep until she was glossy and soft and whimpering. Kara pushed back onto his hand, fucking herself on it.

“Couch. Now,” he ordered, voice rough with need.

She scrambled over on shaky legs. Emmett spun her, bent her forward over the arm of the couch so her tits mashed into the cushions, ass high and presented. Standing doggy, feet planted wide on the sticky carpet. He slicked his thick cock with more lube until it glistened, then notched the fat head against her softened asshole. The pressure made her gasp. He pushed slow—agonizingly slow—watching the tight ring bloom and swallow the flared head with a wet pop.

Kara cried out, a raw sound of pure pleasure. “Oh fuck, so big—yes, give it to me.” She shoved back immediately, greedy, forcing another two inches inside herself. Emmett gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fed her more, the heat of her ass clamping around him like a fist. Inch by inch he sank deeper, feeling every ridged squeeze, until his balls pressed flush to her dripping cunt and every thick inch was buried root-deep in her ass.

“Take it all,” he groaned. “Feel that? Your tight little asshole stretched wide on my cock.”

“I love it—fuck, I love every inch,” she panted, rocking back, fucking herself onto him in short desperate rolls. “Destroy my ass, Emmett. Pound me. I’ve dreamed of this.”

He started thrusting, long slow strokes that dragged his cock almost all the way out so she could feel the empty stretch, then slammed back in to the hilt. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Kara’s moans bounced off the walls, filthy and loud. “Harder—yes, use my hole. It’s yours.”

Emmett’s control snapped. He pulled out, shoved her flat onto her stomach across the couch cushions—prone bone, body pinned under his weight—and mounted her again in one brutal thrust. His cock speared deep into her lubed ass. He blanketed her, chest to back, one hand fisting her hair, the other bracing beside her shoulder as he started pounding. Hard, deep, relentless. The couch creaked. Her ass rippled with every impact. He bottomed out again and again, balls slapping her clit, the tight ring gripping and milking him on every withdrawal.

Kara’s hand snaked underneath her body. She shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy and rubbed her clit in frantic circles, double-stuffed and loud about it. “Yes—fuck my ass, destroy it! I love getting my ass wrecked on your thick cock. Harder, Emmett—split me open. I’m your dirty ass slut tonight. Fill me. Ruin me.”

“You take it so fucking good,” he snarled against her ear, hips jackhammering. “This tight asshole was made for my cock. Clench it. Milk me. Tell me how much you love me wrecking your hole.”

“I love it—God I love it!” she screamed, fingers flying on her clit while his cock jackhammered her ass. “Pound me harder. Use me. Claim every inch. I’m going to come with your dick buried in my ass. Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop!”

Sweat slicked their skin. The smell of sex and lube filled the small room. Emmett’s thrusts turned savage, pinning her hips down so she couldn’t escape the depth, grinding in circles that rubbed the head against her deepest walls before slamming home again. Kara’s fingers worked her pussy faster, the dual sensation lighting her up. Her ass fluttered wildly around him.

“Coming—fuck, I’m coming on your cock!” she wailed. Her whole body locked, screaming as the orgasm ripped through her, pussy gushing over her own hand while her asshole convulsed in tight rippling spasms around his shaft. The clenching milking heat dragged Emmett over the edge right with her.

He buried himself to the root and roared, cock pulsing hard as he unloaded a massive creampie deep into her ass. Rope after thick rope of cum flooded her, pumping until it felt like he had no more to give, still grinding through the last spurts while she kept shaking and sobbing in pleasure underneath him. Their voices tangled—hers broken moans of “yes, fill my ass, give it all,” his guttural curses about how perfect and tight and hot she was as he drained every drop inside her.

When the last throb faded he stayed buried a moment longer, feeling his cum already starting to seep around his shaft. Then he pulled out slowly. Kara’s hole gaped open, pink and used, a thick white river of his creampie immediately leaking out and trailing down over her empty cunt. Emmett spread her cheeks wide with both hands, thumbs holding her open so he could watch the steady drip of his seed spilling from her wrecked asshole. The sight made his spent cock twitch.

He leaned down, still bracing over her, and pressed tender open-mouthed kisses along the damp side of her neck, soft and lingering. Kara shivered, breath still ragged.

“That was only the first night,” she whispered, voice hoarse and blissed-out. “Whenever you want, Emmett. Claim every inch of my ass. It’s yours. Nights like this whenever you need it. I promise.”

Emmett kissed her neck again, smiling against her skin, tasting salt. She didn’t know—had no idea—that the transfer paperwork had already been signed that afternoon. Next Friday he was gone, relocating three states away for the promotion he’d never mentioned. This tight, cum-leaking ass, these promises, might be the only nights he ever got.