No one fucks like Gaston [M,F, public]

(This is inspired by u/bearetico and his fabulous Disneyland stories)

“Ugh!” I groaned as my bestie tugged on my hand excitedly. You’d think she was a small child, how stoked she was to be here.
Don’t get me wrong – I enjoy Disneyland, and the films. It’s just at 23, I didn’t expect Sara to be so juvenile about the whole experience.

So two hours later my feet are aching and I’m getting a bit annoyed, so to pacify me a little, Sara coaxes me to part of the park where we can chill with a drink and so on.
“Ugh,” I commented again, (my favourite word apparently,) “Look.” Her head turns, and she claps sight onto Gaston and Belle a few feet away, acting their parts and doing their bit.
“What a cool job!” Sara sighed, sucking some soda up her straw.
My nose curled a little as I grinned. “Too bad Belle has the misfortune of hanging with Gaston. He’s one of the grosses villains in Disney movies.”
Too late did I hear the sound of footsteps coming closer.

“What is this I hear?” Demanded a deep voice that was dripping with self importance, “I, a gross man?! All the girls love Gaston.”

Turning my head so I could smile and wave to get this actor off my back, the sarcasm dried up in my throat when I realised that this guy was actually pretty smoking hot. My gaze drifted from his face down his body, and as my eyes raised to his again, the knowing smirk on his face let me know I was caught.

“I AM sorry, Gaston!” Laughing lightly as I turned to Sara, my eyes rolled and I excused myself to go looking for the nearby toilet, taking one more glance at the handsome actor before turning heel.

As I was walking back to what I assumed was where I’d left my bestie, movement caught my eye, and that bloody Gaston was suddenly at my side.

“So,” he said, lips stretched into a grin and gloved fingers brazenly wrapping around my wrist, “Let’s see how sorry you are.” Excitement seized my stomach at the arrogance of this man, and my usual razor insults died on my tongue as I found myself being led away from the main crowds, behind buildings, through a door.
There were no more words exchanged after that.

His mouth was on mine as soon as he has me where he wanted me, fingers firmly pushing up the material of my dress so his hands could grab my ass, kneading the flesh roughly. All I could do was gasp as my underwear was pushed to the side, feelings of shame and thrill bubbling as Gaston tore off a glove with his teeth, those naked fingers pushing past my slick folds and inside me.

The gasp turned into a deep moan as I moved against his touch, hips rocking back and forth. The heel of his palm kept bumping against my clit as he worked my body, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. This fucking asshole apparently knew exactly what he was doing! The hand moved, and before I could groan in disappointment, those wet fingers were in my mouth, making me taste myself as I heard the unmistakable clink of a belt unfastening.

With my internal monologue telling me what a fucking slut I was being right now, my body was suddenly turned around, the side of my face pressed into the wall and the curve of my spine inviting.

There was a brief moment of panic when I wondered what the hell I was doing about to fuck a stranger in a costume for fuck sake. Then the head of a thick cock began to push against my slit, and all thought flew from my mind as my inner walls were stretched out, this guy sinking his dick into me arrogantly and confidently. Both my hands went up, pressing against the wall so I could push back against the invasion, iron hands gripping my waist as the smack of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. Every thrust was unforgiving, uncaring, and every time I caught a glance of the costumed stranger a wash of emotion stoked my lust. Outside, I could hear people laughing, conversation, screams of rides, and I moaned loudly at the risk, I moaned because of his hands, the carnal pleasure of being fucked roughly. It was beginning to get too much; heat passed my skin in a wave, perspiration causing my skin to shine, my throat getting louder to announce just hit good this pounding was. In fact, one of those rough hands clamped on my mouth at some point, middle finger finding it’s way past my lips and teeth.
That was the final thing for me. A shudder wracked through my body as I toppled into climax, pleasure gushing through my body and seizing my muscles, soaking the hard flesh that pushed against my insides until I felt ribbons of hot stickiness splash my inner walls, allowing myself to be used as Gaston rode out every last inch of his orgasm.

It seems to be hours before my senses came to me. As I shakily pulled up my panties, that confident grin pulled back over the actors face as he fastened up his belt, running a hand through his hair and shooting me one last wink before heading out to his job, as though it never happened at all.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h9c13p/no_one_fucks_like_gaston_mf_public