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Sex Tastes like Oranges	By : Aewnaur Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sex tastes like Oranges at the Revolution

My name is Aewnaur which is roughly translated as Firebird in elvish, or really maybe bird fire. It was the closest I could come to phoenix!
Just a little PWP series at first glance, but might evolve into something more if I get a good response.
Orlando Bloom belongs to me only in my dreams, hell everything belongs to me there, lol.
Nc-17
Feedback is like sex, always welcome! But you have to let me know if you want more.
Orlando/ofc who might eventually get a name!
Song used is ‘Feels like Sex’ by Geri Halliwell which I have never heard before but I found the lyrics hot so just suspend your disbelief that you might find the song being played at a club like this. Also the club is totally from my imagination though I have been to a similar club in Dallas Texas.

First Taste

He couldn’t believe he had let Lij drag him to this club. He had sworn off sleazy places like this a long time ago. The bar ’The Revolution’ was surprisingly well lit and clean though so he clung to it, as much as possible with the crush of the crowd. The music had a harsh beat that he could only dance to when plastered beyond caring. He looked around at the tattooed men and pierced women and sighed. Most where dressed in black though a few had on jeans. He looked down at his dress slacks and felt distinctly out of place. He downed several more screwdrivers before Lij came back from the dance floor and dragged him deeper into the smoky warehouse.

The large room was filled with sweaty body’s and smoke. The floor was alternately sticky or slimy. He hated to think what his shoes would look like by the time he made it home. The drunks around him didn’t know or care that he had bought them in Italy and they probably cost more than most of them made in a week. Hell he didn’t even care about that, but he ’liked’ these shoes. He felt like an idiot standing in the middle of the dance floor unmoving but no one even noticed. The only light in the large room came from red Christmas lights strung across the high ceiling. There was no band or even stage for a band just several very large speakers with half naked women dancing on top of them.

He was surprised when a song came on that he knew, he couldn’t help himself he started moving to the beat. First it was a twitch of his hips, just moving them along with the people around him, but soon he was lost in the word.

''''Have you ever felt, Too hot to go to bed? Touched yourself instead, watcwatch your body talk. (Just let your body talk) Have you ever felt just, Too hungry for love? The more you get, You find out, It's just not enough, (But you really can't, Give it up),All you people out there, Put your hands up in the air, Are you feeling, "You know what"?, Or do you really care?''''

He came to himself after the song was over there were hands on his body. One hand snaked inside the back of his pants cupping his ass, the other wasideside his now unbuttoned untuuntucked shirt. He was crushing a thin but voluptuous female to him, grinding into her. Later he would swear it was the alcohol but inside he knew he hadn’t had nearly enough vodka to do what he did next. She kept pushing him and he kept stepping back but neither was letting go of the other. Soon he was pushed into the corner between the cement wall and one of the pounding speakers. The bass was so loud he thought his heart was now beating to the rhythm of the music.

Her leg was wrapped around his waist and her short skirt slid up around her waist. His hands were between her legs before he could think. And really there was no thinking involved. His cock was so hard the silk of his boxers was to rough, he slid one slender finger inside her shaved soft woman hood. Wet, he groaned so wet and ready. Her nimble fingers already had his pants undone and pushed down releasing his straining flesh. He picked her up and flipped them around so her back was to the wall. She didn’t weigh much at all, though right at that moment it wouldn’t have mattered with the lust and adrenaline flowing through him.

He dipped two fingers into her sweet dark place and hoped she was ready. He felt her shudder as his thumb rubbed her clit, he couldn’t wait anymore he wrapped one arm around her waist and one had went to the wall as he slammed himself into her. One of her hands was in his hair pulling on his head as he kept slamming into her. The other hand found its way over his shoulder, he could feel her long nails scratching his skin. The sting of it drove him mad. His hair was wet with sweat and it trickled down his back into the scratches the hell cat on his cock was making. He couldn’t hear her but knew she had to have been screaming by the vibrations in her chest. The wet clenching of her silky muscles grasped at him. He wasn’t even trying to hold back as he drove over and over into her.

He screamed his release into the velvety material holding her firm breast in place. He had a vague notion that he might have liked to see them, possibly even tasted of that creamy flesh and realized he hadn’t even kissed this sex demon he was emptying himself into. One of her legs slid from his waist as his cock emptied out and started softening. He let her slid down the wall until her legs touched the ground, but he couldn’t resist tasting her. He slid two fingers back into her and gathered their mixed juices together on his fingers. As he brought his hands to his lips she gra his his hand and pulled him into a kiss. She slowly pulled his fingers into his mouth and tasted them with him. He groaned as he felt his cock stirring again, like he was some randy teenager.

She tasted of citrus mixed with his own spicy flavor. Any man who says he has never tasted his own cum is a liar but never before had he been with a woman who wanted to taste herself. The thought was just too erotic. Before he could get a grasp on what was happening though she had pushed him away stood up on her own. He quickly pulled up his pants and refastened his belt, he didn’t bother with his shirt as he hurried after the vixen who he knew would star in his most vivid fantasies for years to come.

He stopped at the bar and looked around. He had lost her on the crowded dance floor and really when he stopped to think about it he couldn’t even tell anyone what she looked like. It had been much to dark and smoky. It had all happened so fast, one moment the song had finished and the next he was buried balls deep in the velvety vixen. He sighed as he ordered another vodka and orange juice. The sweet citrus of the girls cum still lingered on his fingers. He dipped them into the cold drink then licked them clean. He didn’t want to forget that flavor or loose what little of it he had. He looked around again at the warehouse slash night club, and knocked back his extra shot of vodka. ’You were right Lij,’ he thought, ’I could come to like this place too!’
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