My boyfriend Robert asked if he could watch me go down on my other partner Emily while he masturbated. While she wasn’t into men, she was totally into being watched.
The living room was the best place, offering more space than our bedroom. Robert and I had been giddy all day texting about how turned on we already were so when Emily arrived I was quick to get things started.
Robert sat on the couch while she and I made out and took each other’s clothes off. I got on my knees and licked her as I heard him taking off his jeans.
I looked over at him as I slipped my tongue along her slit, watching his hand work his cock. I grinned and pulled her on to the floor with me, making sure her pussy faced him while I hovered over her mouth, her tongue already getting to work.
I spread her open with my fingers and dragged my tongue over her clit before flicking it against the top of her, my eyes on his, his on her open pussy lips.
Emily’s tongue was inside my cunt as I dipped a finger into her. She was so wet, soaking my skin as I eased in and out of her, her audible excitement exclaimed.
I pulled my finger out, swirling her dampness on her outer lips, then licking it off, her hips rising to press against my mouth. I noticed Robert working his cock faster.
I was excited he would get to hear her come.
I could slap the shit out of him I was so angry. He always took it too far in an argument and I was usually seething and yelling something vile back.
This time I felt a surge of desire. It pricked my skin with heat and my anger diffused into a thin vapor, almost like a distant memory I couldn’t retrieve.
I lunged at him and kissed him hard, shoving him against the wall. It took a couple of seconds for his surprise to fade and reciprocate.
He held my face a little too tightly at I bit his lower lip, my pussy expelling her moisture as I dug my nails into his waist. He grabbed my throat, spun me around so I was pinned to the wall, his erection pressed against me.
I removed his jeans and yanked his underwear off. I wrapped my leg around him and shoved his cock into me, under my dress. I pushed my hips toward him as he fucked me so hard the painting on the wall shook.
I slapped him then and he slapped me back. The sting still sharp on my cheek. I don’t know how to find my way back so this will have to do for now.
She could think of no other way to spend a rainy day than on her couch with a good book, her fingers pressed between her legs on top of her sundress.
It was a habit she formed ages ago. She couldn’t remember how it started, and it usually didn’t result in orgasm, it just felt good.
Today seemed different. She was more concerned with how fabulous her fingers felt than the words she was reading.
She set the book down and pushed her hand into her underwear finding herself unusually wet.
She rubbed the inner side of her labia and then the outer. She teased her clit by touching everywhere around it but not making contact with it. Her mind bounced around images of his mouth pressed to her, her face buried in some girl’s cleavage, her teeth biting nipples, his hands around her neck, his cock slapping her clit…
Her mind was like a little bee wanting to pollinate every flowering thought.
The smell of her sex infiltrated her nose. She brought her damp fingers to her mouth and sucked the wetness off of them. She did this over and over feeling herself becoming more and more turned on.
When she was satisfied, she pressed her fingers to her cunt again and worked herself into an orgasm. Her skin tingled as she squeezed her legs shut on her hand, enjoying the pressure it offered.
She stayed in this contracted state until her body settled and she drifted off to sleep, the rain still pouring down her window.
He woke her up with his tongue slipping along her pussy lips, pushing her open to press inside of her.
She opened her eyes to see him buried beneath the comforter, his head bobbing with the motion of his tongue. She placed her hand on his head, and pushed her hips to press harder against his face.
It was nice to not be seen, to just enjoy his mouth on her body. She felt pressure to be emoting something, expressing in some way whenever his eyes could meet hers.
He gingerly pressed into her asshole until her body took him. She let out a long exhale and pushed herself down on his finger, wanting more of it inside. She swore she could feel him smile against her pussy lips.
He slid his finger in and out of her while stroking her clit with the flat of his tongue. She bucked and writhed against his mouth, spreading her legs wider.
The muscles of her ass and thighs tighten as she comes, a loud burst of electric sparks pop from her voice and for a moment, she is weightless in her expression, nothing else existing except this purest form of pleasure.