The warmth and pressure of your own fingers is so good that you just want to stay as you are, with your own fingers buried deep inside you, feeling your own heat and wetness and the tightness of your twitching inner walls.\n\nYour nipples are so hard now, aching against the fabric of your bra and you thrust your chest up with a moan, the position of your arms pushing your tits together, giving you a beautiful view of your own cleavage, of the way it bounces with the momentum of your movement as you arch and writhe under your own hands. \n\nYou're moaning so loudly now but you don't care if anyone hears, too caught up in how good it feels to be stroking your clit and fingering your pussy and watching your tits bounce and feeling the pressure build and build and getting faster and faster until you're coming, crying out high and loud and panting, shuddering through your orgasm.\n\nYou collapse back onto your pillows, still moaning softly as your fingers rest inside you, as your hand stills over your twitching, senstive clit. After a long moment of heavy breathing, you lift your fingers to your lips, taste the sweet sharpness of your juices. You gushed with wetness when you came and if you thought you were wet before, you're soaking now.\n\nYour other hand idly slides through your wetness, spreading it up to your clit that's still gently aching for more touch. You start to stroke yourself again, whining from the back of your throat at how good it feels, a hot burst of further pleasure against the warm backdrop of your first orgasm.\n\nYour panties are drenched and you pull them off, spreading your legs wider to get comfortable as you play with your clit. You other hand reaches to pull your nightdress up, off over your head, and reaches around to unclasp your bra, pulling that off your shoulders too. \n\nYou stretch out in your bed, your other hand drifting across your body, cupping and squeezing your naked tits, stroking the softness of your stomach, the curves of your hips, your smooth thighs. You're so wet and hot and sensitive that you're close again in a matter of minutes and you throw your hands up to grasp your breast as you come again, bucking and arching against your hand on your clit.\n\nYou whimper through the aftershocks but don't even pause in touching yourself, insatiable and hungry now, desperate for more, and more, and more. You slide your fingers back to your cunt and plunge them inside, fingering yourself deep and hard as you rub at your clit, moaning and gasping and tossing your head, cheeks flushed and lips red, bright red from all your biting them, your nipples high and hard and dark, your pussy pink and glistening and clenching around your fingers.\n\nYou're arching and whining on your bed, wanton and wanting, the smell of your arousal hot and heavy in the air around you and the sound of your cries and moans filling the room, as you bring yourself off a third time, your fingers buried deep inside you as your pussy squeezes and flutters around them. \n\nYou come so hard that you're almost screaming, long, high cries of pleasure as you keep stroking yourself through every last jolt of pleasure until you're too sensitive to take any more and you fall back, panting and smiling among your pillows, pull the covers up over youself, and fall deep asleep.\n

What am I calling you?\n\n[[Scott]]\n[[Scotia]]\n\n

'You want to share me?' you ask, looking up coyly through your eyelashes, and I smile.\n\n'No...' I lower my voice a little as I lean in. 'I want you all to myself.'\n\nA slight flush colours your cheeks and you pull back just before I can kiss you, pretending shyness, but there's a glint in your smile that tells me you're teasing me. \n\nYou order us two more drinks, which disappear faster that the last ones, and before long I'm laughing and urging you to the dancefloor. \n\nWe're relaxed and uncaring of our surroundings, moving with the music, with each other, singing lyrics into each others ears and giggling, clasping hands, interlocking fingers.\n\nI twirl you around and pull you back against me, my arms around your waist and hands still holding yours, your back pressed to my chest and our hips swaying together. I chase the scent of your hair down the side of your head and press a kiss to your ear and then, as you turn your face, your cheek and finally the softest brush across your lips.\n\nThe music trails into a rambling instrumental bridge and our hips keep moving with it as our lips touch and tease and taste each other. Slowly you let go my hands and turn in my arms, sliding yours around my neck, and pulling me into a proper, long, deep kiss.\n\nWhen the music starts to get faster again, you pull back, giving yourself more space to dance, giving me more space to watch you, to watch your body flow with the beat. You look fucking stunning and I can't believe how much I want you, how much my body is thrumming with it.\n\nEventually the club gets too crowded, too hot and stuffy, and we emerge onto the street, walk hand in hand along the pavement. The night air is cool on our flushed faces and I'm made very aware of the surface of my skin, of every point on my hand where we're touching, of the feeling of your fingers warm entwined with mine.\n\n'Do you want to stay [[out]], or head [[home]]?' I ask you.

'Bedroom,' you breathe, and I smile, offering a hand to help our friend to her feet. When she's standing again I pull her in close, kissing her hard and she responds in kind, sliding a hand into my hair and gripping hard as she kisses me back. \n\nWe all make it through into the bedroom, not entirely sure who's leading the way and who's being led, but I already have a plan for when we get there.\n\nI pull you into my arms and kiss you, slow and deep, backing you towards the bed and guiding you up until you're relaxed back against the pillows. \n\n'I want to give you a bit of a show, gorgeous,' I murmur to you, taking one of your hands in mine and kissing your palm. 'And I'd like to tie you up. Would you like that?'\n\nYou look up at me with wide eyes and then nod, letting me take each of your wrists, wrap them with soft satin sashes that I pull from a drawer, and fasten them to the headboad, giving you the length to pull to undo them if you choose. Once I'm done, I kiss you again, and then climb down from the bed and retrieve something from underneath it, a bag that I move so it's accessible, but don't reveal the contents of just yet.\n\nI return to our friend, who's watching me with a calculated look, and we slide into each other's arms and kiss again, hard and deep and challenging. She reaches for the zip of my dress and tugs it down, pulling the straps from my shoulders and I let it drop to my feet, stepping out of it and moving forward, pushing her towards the bed.\n\nShe pulls back to look at me, to take in my full breasts spilling out of my bra, the suspender belt resting on my wide hips, holding the stockings on my thighs, then raises her eyes back to mine and undoes her own dress, stripping out of it in a slow, exaggerated fashion, designed to make my eye linger on her black and white corset pushing up her tits and cinching in her waist, and on her panties, which cover her at the front but are little more than ribbons criss-crossing over her ass, finishing in a bow at the base of her spine.\n\nShe turns slowly in a full circle, smirking, as if to give us both a proper show, and she looks so fucking good that I'm pulling her to me again and kiss her hard, my hands sliding over her back, down to grab her ass and pull her hips against mine. In return she slides a hand into my panties and thrums her fingers on my clit and I moan into her mouth.\n\nI turn and back her right to the edge of the bed, and she pulls from the kiss to sit down, spreading her legs wide in invitation and leaning back on her hands. I slide to my knees and lean in to press my face between her legs, smelling the scent of her. I push her panties aside and lightly tongue her clit, lapping up the taste of her.\n\nShe moans softly and grasps the back of my head, holding me there, and I double my efforts, eating her out with dedicated, focused strokes of my tongue, until she's moaning properly and grasping at my hair.\n\nI pull back then and reach for the bag I retrieved earlier. Out of it I pull a double-ended dildo. It has a gentle curve, not too long but thick and solid. I rise to my feet again, making sure you can see me, and slowly, deliberately, I slide one end into myself. I make a slight exaggeration of my gasp as it slides past my entrance, of my moan as the thick shaft settles inside me, and when I open my eyes to find you both watching me intently, I smile.\n\nI fuck myself slowly with it for a couple of strokes, holding the base of the other end in my hand, and I watch you shift on the bed, sliding down a little against the pillows. I smile and turn my gaze to her, where she sits watching me consideringly, then parts her legs wider, pulls her own panties aside, and quirks an eyebrow at me in invitation.\n\nI move in, lean in, slide the tip of the other end down into her wet folds and hold it at her entrance. 'Go on,' she murmurs to me, and I thrust into her. She moans and grabs my ass, hooking her ankles behind mine. \n\n'Oh!' she gasps in exaggerated playful surprise. 'Your cock's so big!'\n\nI have to fight back a giggle and instead push her further down onto the bed, thrusting into her once again. 'Oh yeah? You like that?'\n\nI know she's not faking the groan as I push deep into her cunt again, but her eyes are still mischevious. 'Oh yes... oh fuck me with your big dick...'\n\nI can feel her words, her act, making me wet, and I oblige her, squeezing my own muscles tight around one end while I slam the other into her, watching the way she closes her eyes and moans, arching her hips up into my thrusts. \n\nI raise my eyes to you, watch you sliding your legs together, your hands twitching a little restlessly in their bonds, and I smile. I lean down and pin her hands to the bed as I keep fucking her, as she moans and meets me thrust for thrust. \n\nShe's making the most incredible noises and I'm so lost in listening to her groaning beneath me that it takes me a moment or two to realise that I'm no longer completely in control of the tempo, that the rhythm of our fucking is being driven more by her hips than mine.\n\nI look down at her and just have time to see her eyes gleam before she rolls me over in one smooth motion, twisting her hands out of my grip and pinning my wrists to the bed instead. On top of me now and holding me down, she smiles a long, slow smile, and clenching her pussy around her end of the dildo, smoothly pulls it out of me. \n\n'That's one way to turn the tables,' I quip, 'I -' She slams into me hard and fast and I completely lose the rest of my words, moaning loudly at the sudden thrust.\n\n'What do you think of my cock, hmm?' she asks, fucking into me again, deep into my cunt. 'Do you like it?'\n\n'Yes,' I gasp, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer, but she smirks and pulls back, pulls right out.\n\n'Turn over,' she tells me and I hold her gaze for a moment, wondering if I'm going to obey her, and then she strokes her hand along the shaft that's wet with my juices and I do, rolling over onto my hands and knees, facing you, spreading my legs for her. \n\nI feel the dildo press at my pussy lips and I push my ass up, arching back to let her in. She slides deep inside me from behind, her hands gripping my hips tightly as she starts to fuck me again, harder now, rougher, making my tits bounce for you to see, and it feels so good. \n\n'That's it...' she murmurs as I start to whine. 'Take my cock...'\n\n'Oh... fuck...' I groan and look up at you, meeting your wide eyes. You lick your parted lips, your tits rising and falling with your breathing, your legs falling open, and I moan again and reach a hand for you. 'Come here, love.' \n\nYou slide down the bed as far as you can and I stroke your thighs open, sliding my hands underneath you, gripping your ass and pulling you beneath my mouth. You arch beautifully, your body stretched out by the soft ties holding your hands to the headboard, and when I start licking you, you let out a high, needy moan. \n\nHer hands on my hips push me forward, moving us all up the bed so I can bury my face in your pussy while she fucks me. You moan and arch up onto my tongue and I turn my face and kiss your inner thigh over and over and over.\n\n'Do you like watching us, sweetheart?' I murmur as I look up at you. You nod, tugging a little at your wrists, and I smile. 'Oh but we've been neglecting you...' I slide away from the dildo and crawl up your body, trailing kisses up across your stomach, over your tits, finding your lips again. \n\n'What do you want?' I breathe into your mouth. I feel a hand on my back and then our friend is beside me, her other hand stroking your side, cupping your breast. \n\nYou moan and turn your head towards her, and she leans down and kisses you, long and slow and deep. I nibble on your ear while she does, gently teasing you, my hands restless on your thighs. I dip my head back to your chest, licking and sucking kisses against your left breast whilst she still strokes your right. \n\nThe dildo still wet and warm with my juices is pressing up against your hip as she stretches out on one side of you, kissing you until you whimper into her mouth. I press a trail of kisses down across your stomach, up the insides of your thighs, until you're bucking your hips towards me, searching for my tongue.\n\nYou break the kiss with a moan as she starts to stroke your tits. You're gasping out little 'oh... oh... oh...'s and I murmur against your skin, my breath warm on your thigh, 'Is this good, love? You like this?'\n\n'Yes...' you moan, and I smile as I sink a deep kiss into your thigh.\n\n'Good... We're gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart...' I kiss my way up between your legs and lap at your wetness, tasting your taste, feeling your heat. 'We're gonna make you come so hard...'\n\nI look up at you as I lick your clit, watching you arch and moan in her arms, under her touch, under her kisses. I play my fingertips gently against your pussy lips, feeling you quiver and pulse and drip wetness, and I groan, sliding down to dart my tongue inside you, drinking up more of your taste, feeling you so soft and hot and open under my mouth.\n\nShe's kissing you again, drawing gasps and whines and whimpers from your lips, and I slide a hand to her thigh, stroking the long expanse of her skin. She moans into your mouth and shifts her hips to let my hand slip between her legs, to stroke the dildo still there, to follow its length until it disappears inside her. \n\nI take hold of it and gently pull it out an inch or two, push it back in, smile as she sighs in appreciation, spreads her legs wider and lets me slowly fuck her while I lap at your pussy. The scent of you both is thick in the air and the sound of you both moaning is driving me wild.\n\nI crawl back up your body to join you both, cupping your face in my hand and kissing you deeply. I dart a glance at her, watch her watching you, watch her shifting up against your hip.\n\n'My love...' I murmur against your lips, 'I think she wants to fuck you.'\n\n'Oh I do,' she adds, her face so close to ours that I only have to turn my head to kiss her too.\n\n'What do you think?' she says, to you, 'What do you want?'\n\n'Yes..' you breathe, moaning softly as both of us wrap our arms around you. 'Yes, yes, fuck me...'\n\nShe smiles and kisses you, shifts over just a little to settle between your legs as I stretch out beside you, holding you in my arms. She pushes your thighs apart and I pull one up towards me, stroking your skin as she brings the tip of the dildo up to your wetness, and then her hands are on you and my hands are on you, and I'm kissing you and she's sliding inside of you.\n\nShe stills, holding your hips, watching you, watching you face as your eyes slam shut, as your mouth goes wide, your cheeks flushed so pink and your lips red.\n\n'You're gorgeous,' she says and I moan in agreement, kissing your cheek and your ear and your neck. She moves inside you, just a little, just enough to make you gasp and tilt you head back, then, a little more, drawing a soft cry of pleasure from the back of your throat.\n\n'She's good, isn't she?' I murmur to you.\n\n'Yes...' you gasp, opening you eyes to look up at her, to see her above you with her dark hair falling across her shoulders and her tits gently bouncing and her hips thrusting, pushing the dildo into you. 'So good...'\n\n'Yeah?' I kiss your ear, sucking gently on your earlobe. 'Tell me how she's making you feel...'\n\n'Good...' you whine, as she starts to move faster inside you, her hands stroking your thighs. Her thrusts make your hips lift, make you push your chest up, throw your head back.\n\n'Yeah? Because you look fucking stunning...' I nibble on your ear, stroking your breasts with my fingertips. 'You look so, so hot, love. If I didn't want to see her fuck you so much, I'd be begging you to let me fuck you, to let me slide inside your hot, wet pussy and make you moan...'\n\nShe's fucking you now in long, deep strokes, just the way she was fucking me earlier but not rough, holding you firmly but gently as you wrap your legs around her and pull her to you. I slide a hand down, across your stomach, skirting across your hipbone and between the two of you to find your clit and tease it lightly. My other arm wrapped around underneath you, holding you close, I kiss down from your face, pressing my lips to your neck, your shoulder, your underarm, and your breast, my warm breath and wet tongue against your nipple.\n\nYou're starting to shake now, moaning and writhe in our arms, crying out with every thrust as she fucks into you, moaning for more, moaning how good it feels, as I kiss and stroke and hold you and as she fucks you, as she fucks you and fucks you and fucks you until you come, crying out so high and so loud that the sound hangs in the air.\n\nShe slips carefully from you and stretches out on your other side, her arms sliding around you and reaching to me, and both of us hold you, pressing soft kisses to your skin, until you stop trembling.\n\n

'Home,' you say, and I grin and squeeze you hand.\n\n'Home it is, love.'\n\nWe hail a cab and I hold your hand all the way home, tracing patterns on your palm, stroking the pads of your fingertips, pressing gentle kisses to your wrists.\n\nWhen we get home, locked safe inside our flat, I pull you into my arms and kiss you hard, my arms around you, holding you so tight it's as if I'm afraid of losing you. \n\nI slide my hands down your back as I kiss you, stroking the backs of your thighs and sliding your dress up over your ass, pulling your hips tight to mine. You hike your leg up to my hip and I hold you close, feeling the heat of your crotch against mine and my hips are already rocking against you, grinding up against you.\n\nI kiss down your neck, down across the swell of your breasts, down to your heated cunt until I'm kneeling in front of you, lapping eagerly at your clit. You start to moan, short, soft 'oh's and 'ah's that get sharper and louder as I lick and lick and suck and slide my tongue through your wetness.\n\nYou gasp out my name, and I look up at you, my lips and chin glistening with your juices. 'Oh love, I want to fuck you tonight...'\n\n'Yes...' you nod, 'yes...'\n\nYour hands find my face, pull me back to my feet, and you kiss me, long and hard and deep.\n\nWe lead each other through into the bedroom, still kissing, still grasping at each others tits, asses, thighs, arms.\n\nYou pull back and smile at me coyly. 'How do you want me?'\n\n'On the bed,' I murmur back. 'On your back.' I lean in and softly bite your bottom lip. 'I'm going to eat you out so long and so good that you're dripping and open and ready for me...'\n\nYou smile and break away from me, crossing to the bed and arranging yourself on it, spread out with your legs open, stretched out, high heels and stockings making them seem even longer than they are. You stretch you arms above your head, relaxed, submissive, waiting for me.\n\nI watch you with hungry eyes as I cross to the bedside drawer and take out the strap on. I pull my dress up over my hips, over my tits, and off over my head, leaving me in bra, panties, and stockings as I step into the strap on and secure it around my hips, idly stroking the length as I settle it into position. \n\nI crawl onto the bed between your legs and rest my hands on your thighs, stroking your soft skin, playing with the lace at the top of your stockings, gently pushing your legs wider apart. The satin of your panties is darkening with your wetness and I dip my head to breathe in your scent, before pulling your panties down and off your legs. I want your pussy bare and naked before me, ready for me to lick and finger and fuck.\n\nI glance up your body, past the rise and fall of your tits to your flushed face. 'You're so fucking gorgeous, love,' I tell you. 'And you smell so good...'\n\nYou moan in response and I bury me face in your cunt, lapping and licking and sucking at your pretty litte clit, feeling the heat pulsating from your cunt. My hands grip at your thighs, pulling them up to my shoulders, and you lock your legs around my head as I eat you out, bucking your hips in encouragement. \n\nI slip two fingers inside of you and your so fucking hot and wet and you feel so good that I'm moaning into your wetness, licking your clit like I'm starving, my hands slid now to your ass, holding you right where I want you in my face.\n\nI can feel you starting to shake, your hands gripping in my hair as you moan and whine and gasp, higher and higher and louder and louder until you're almost screaming through your orgasm, gushing wetness all over my tongue and bucking your hips into my mouth. \n\nI keep licking you through your shaking and your groaning, and when you finally still I lift up, lean over you, smiling with your juices on my lips and my fingers still inside you, lazily thrusting slow strokes into the soft, dripping heat of your pussy.\n\nI lean down, my elbows either side of your torso, and kiss you, slow and soft, savouring the way you moan and sign underneath me. \n\n'What do you want, love?' I murmur into you mouth. 'Do you want me inside you?'\n\n'Yes...' you gasp back, 'Yes...'\n\nI slide my fingers from your cunt, lick your juices from them in between kissing your lips. I shift my hips up so the tip of the strapon is teasing the lips of your entrance, my hands guiding it up and down along your slit, sliding through your wetness.\n\nYou moan, looking up at me with wide eyes, biting your lip. 'Yes...' you breathe again. 'Now, yes, now...'\n\nI pull back a little, wanting to watch your face, to watch every flicker of your eyelids, every movement of your lips, every flutter of your breath as I slowly slide inside you.\n\nYou grab my arms and I slide mine beneath your shoulders, holding you close to me as I start slowly moving in you. Your eyes suddenly seem so big and so bright, staring at me, and you're so beautiful that I can't stop kissing you, kissing your lips and cheeks and neck and breasts. As I move thrust my hips steadily and carefully, I lap and kiss and suck at your nipples, pressing my face to the soft firmness of your tits.\n\n'Tell me,' I murmur, 'tell me how you want it.'\n\n'More...' you groan, your fingers tight on my arms, then sliding around to my back, nails raking on my skin as I slide into you faster and deeper. 'Faster... faster...'\n\nI hold you tighter as I speed up, and you hook your legs around me, pulling me in, pulling me closer. We're all wrapped up in each other and I'm inside you and it's perfect.\n\n'I love you,' I moan against your lips as I kiss you, as I fuck you, 'I love you so much.'\n\nYou gasp my name in response and pull me into another kiss, moaning as my thrusts get faster and faster. I slip a hand down between us to stroke your clit and suddenly you're whining, loud, so loud, arms and legs tight around me, moaning my name and 'more, more, more' and 'fuck me, fuck my pussy' until you come, arching and gasping again.\n\nI still inside you, too lost in watching you, in watching your face as you moan and shudder and cling to me, as your pussy twitches and gushes around my strapon. I stay exactly where I am, nestled deep inside you, while you tremble and twitch and whine through the last of your aftershocks, and then I lean in and kiss you, soft and gentle.\n\n'I'll never get over how beautiful you are when you come,' I tell you and you smile and kiss me again, your hands sliding down my back, legs still wrapped tightly around me. I stay like that, inside you, as we kiss lazily, teasing each other's tongues, sucking on each other's lips, until you pull back and look up at me.\n\n'I want to make you come,' you tell me, 'what do you want?'\n\nI groan, 'Oh, love, eat me out...'\n\nYou smile and loosen your hold on me enough that I can slide out of you and roll onto my back, stretching out on the bed. You climb over me, lean down and take the strapon briefly into your mouth, gaze raised to watch me as you slide your mouth down the length of it and slowly rise up again. \n\nThe sight sends a jolt of heat to my cunt and I groan out, 'Fuck...' which is clearly the reaction you were hoping for as you grin and pull off, your fingers going to work loose the straps and pull the harness off down my legs. Once it's gone you push on my thighs to spread them wide, stroke your hands across the soft smoothness of my stockings, and then lean in and start to lick at my clit.\n\n'Oh fuck...' I whine again, much louder, dropping my hands to your hair, the sides of your face. 'Oh fuck, Scotia...'\n\nYour tongue is quick and skilled, lapping against me, and it's so so good that you have me moaning and crying out in seconds. My hands are stroking your hair and I'm torn between keeping my head up to watch you and throwing it back against the pillow. \n\nI feel your fingers sliding across my thighs, moving up to stroke through my wet folds and I moan. 'Put your fingers inside me, love,' I gasp out, and arch in pleasure when you do, when you thrust your fingers into my dripping cunt. 'Oh fuck... can you feel how wet you've made me?' \n\nYou hum an answer against my clit and I whine, arching into your tongue and your touch, and you give me more and more and more until I'm panting your name, hand gripping the side of your face. 'Fuck... fuck, Scotia, make me come, make me come...'\n\nYou slam your fingers into me again, lapping at my clit, and that's all it takes to send me over the edge, shaking and crying out and whining your name through my orgasm. When eventually I fall still and quiet, you crawl back up my body and lie beside me. \n\nI turn onto my side, cup your face and kiss you, kiss you lips and your cheeks and the sides of your eyes now half-closing with tiredness. You curl up beside me and I wrap my body around yours, pulling the covers up over us as I slide an arm around you, and we slip into sleep together.\n\n

You push open the door.\n\nShe's spread out on the bed facing away from you, her long auburn hair falling over the side, her fists clenched in the sheets, and my face between her legs. \n\nI glance up as you enter, wet lips quirked in a smile. 'Hi.'\n\n'Not interrupting, am I?'\n\nI laugh, and lap my tongue once against her clit, making her moan and arch her hips. 'Not at all. Would you like to [[join us]]? Or would you like [[a show]]?'

You lean forwards and push your hand between my legs, sliding two fingers easily into my dripping cunt. I moan, my muscles already clutching at you, and you smile.\n\n'You want me to fuck you?'\n\n'Yes,' I gasp, 'please.'\n\n'Please what?' You roll your thumb slowly over my clit and I shudder.\n\n'Please fuck me, fuck me...'\n\n'Get on the bed. Take her with you.'\n\nShe lies down on the bed and I crawl over her, leaning down to kiss her as I push my ass into the air, arch my back, spread my legs wide for you. You rake your fingernails down my spine, slap my ass, and I moan. 'Fuck me...'\n\nYou lay your hand on my upper back, pushing my face down into her tits as you thrust into me. I cry out, moaning against her skin as I kiss her tits, lap at her nipples, make her sigh and shift beneath me. Her fingers find my clit and I'm grinding down into her touch just as I push back against you, trying to get more of you inside of me.\n\nYour hands grip my hips as you plunge into me, rough and fast, taking just what you want while I moan and moan and beg for more and more and deeper and harder. You lean down over me, pushing my body down, pressing me against her soft flushed skin, and she rubs harder on my clit. \n\nThe feeling of the both of you beneath and above me has me so close, and when you bite down on my shoulder and growl 'Come' into my ear, I shake and gasp and hover for just a second more before I'm crying out and shuddering with the waves of my orgasm. \n\nYou keep fucking me through the aftershocks, as I moan and writhe on top of her, our tits pressing together, her legs wrapping around mine, hers hands stroking my back, your shoulders. I cry out with every one of your thrusts, your fingers raking at my back and ass and thighs, leaving long red marks and making me gasp.\n\nYou start to groan as your thrusts get faster and faster until finally you come, spurting hot and thick into my depths.\n\nWe collapse down on the bed in a sweaty, exhausted tangle of limbs, catching our breaths as the rush of pleasure is replaced by a doze, as we shift and stretch and reclaim the bedcovers before falling asleep more or less altogether. \n\n

You're already sitting at the bar when I get there, casually watching the room. It's still early and the bar is pretty quiet. You're wearing a beautiful blue-green dress that fits closely enough to show off the gentle curves of your breasts, your hips, and comes down to mid thigh, leading my gaze to your long, smooth legs and high heels. \n\nYou smile as you notice me and I cross the room to you, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. 'Sorry I'm late.' I linger just a little longer than necessary on the kiss. 'You look gorgeous.'\n\nI take the next barstool, our knees just touching together, the sheer thin fabric of my stockings brushing against yours. \n\n'Drink?' you ask.\n\n'Please. What you're having.'\n\nIt's something sweet and fruity and deceptively strong, and I'm already thinking about tasting it from your lips.\n\n'You've been on my mind all day,' I tell you.\n\nYou smile at me over your drink. 'What do you want to do tonight?'\n\nI laugh and slide my hand along the bar, grazing your forearm. 'I have a few ideas. First question is, are we looking for [[more company]] or is [[three a crowd]]?'

'Let's walk,' you say, squeezing my hand, and I smile.\n\nWe take the route down the hill and through the park. It's a quiet evening away from the bars, and the further we walk from the centre the fewer and fewer people we pass. The park is lit by lamps, spaced out to create rings of warm golden light and patches of darkness amongst the trees. \n\nThe sky is dark and clear, dotted with stars, and the moon is a mere crescent sliver. We follow the winding path, slowly, passing through the patches of lamplight and into the shadows again, and the yellow light makes your hair shine gingerish, makes your bare skin glow. \n\nWhen we pass out of the light again, I pull gently on your hand, leading you off the patch and into the shadows of the trees. You let yourself be led, watching me with a questioning quirk of your eyebrow, and I smile and kiss your hand, pulling you into my arms, turning you around and pressing you up against the broad, smooth trunk of a tree.\n\nI kiss you slowly and deeply, stroking the tip of my tongue across your lips as they move against mine. You sigh into my mouth and slide your arms around my neck. My hands travel down your sides, lightly brushing the undersides of your breasts, the curves of your hips, the tops of your thighs. \n\nYou shiver and I smile agains your mouth. 'Cold, love?'\n\n'No...' you murmur, tilting your head back and baring your neck for me to press long, lingering kisses to your neck.\n\nI'm stroking one hand idly across your left thigh, tracing the hemline of your dress, and then slowly sliding underneath it, grazing my fingertips gradually upwards.\n\nYou part your legs just a little and I glance up, meet your eyes. 'Yes?'\n\nYou pause briefly, bite your lip, then nod. 'Yes.'\n\nI smile, teasing your inner thigh with one fingertip. 'Sure?'\n\n'Yes...' you repeat, more breathily this time. \n\nMy fingers continue their slow quest upwards until they find the soft, silky fabric of your panties. You moan when I touch you through them, and immediately bite your lip again to try and stiffle your noise. But there's no one else around and we're far enough back from the path that we'd hear anyone approach long before they'd risk seeing us.\n\nI stroke you slowly, feeling your wetness gather against my fingertips, teasing you until you start to squirm, before sliding my hand inside your panties. You tilt your head back again with a gasp and I redouble my efforts on your neck, kissing and kissing and kissing your throat as my thumb plays gently with your clit, as I slip just one finger past your pussy lips. \n\nI raise my other hand to cup your breast as you let out a soft, soft moan, biting your lip against the sound. You gaze flickers left and right but the park is still and silent, deserted but for us. \n\nI move closer and kiss you slowly, as I slide my finger deeper inside you, and you grip my arms, then slide your hands into my hair.\n\n'More?' I breathe against your lips, and you nod.\n\nI rub your clit gently with my thumb as I start to finger you, gradually drawing quiet little moans and whimpers from the back of your throat. I lean in and kiss you again, letting you muffle the noises against my lips as I stroke you faster and deeper.\n\nYou wrap your arms around me, holding onto me, keening into my mouth as you start to shake and gasp and shudder.\n\n'That's it,' I whisper to you, 'oh good girl... you're so fucking beautiful, I wanna see you come right here in the moonlight...'\n\nYou bite your lip against another moan, tilting your head back and I'm right in at your neck again, sucking kisses into your skin, nibbling at your ear, whispering to you how much I want to lie you out on the soft grass somewhere and lounge between your legs licking your pussy and making you cry out under the stars, how much I want to bend you over a bench in a walled flower garden and slide my strapon inside you and make love to you with the scent of roses thick in the night air around us.\n\nYou grab my face and kiss me as you start to come, crying out into my mouth, but as you shudder and groan you break the kiss and suddenly you're so loud, and I don't stop, keep fingering you through your orgasm as you gasp and moan out your pleasure into the stillness and the darkness around us. \n\nFinally you quieten and start looking around, a blush darkening your cheeks, as I start to giggle, lifting my fingers to my mouth and sucking your wetness from them. We're still alone, but the night is so quiet that it seems like we can hear the echoes of your moans. \n\nYou readjust your dress and I grab your hand and pull you back onto the path. We walk fast, breathing hard, giggling, up and out of the park and back towards a main road, where we hail a taxi and tumble into the backseat. I can still catch the scent of your wetness from my hands, and my own panties are soaking, and I can't wait to get you home.

'Not yet,' you breathe in reply.\n\nI turn you around while I'm kissing you and back you towards the sofa. I push you down and straddle you, kissing you hard and deep, and meanwhile she moves behind me, slips her hand under my skirt and inside my panties from behind, grazing down my ass and sinking into my warm, waiting cunt. I groan into your mouth and arch my back, and when she starts to finger me deep and fast I pull back, gasping, watching your wide eyes watching me.\n\nI'm just starting to moan when she stops, lifts my skirt and smacks my ass hard and I cry out at the sudden pain. She does it again and I groan, turning to face her and grabbing her ass with both hands, pulling her hips to mine and kissing her roughly. \n\nHer hands are demanding, unzipping my dress and pulling it down while she kisses me, squeezing my tits. I bite down on her lip and she moans, fisting a hand in my hair and pulling my head back, breaking the kiss. We stare at each other for a moment, breathing hard, and then she looks over at you and very deliberately holds your gaze as she pushes me to my knees. She pulls up her dress and with her hand still tight in my hair guides my face between her legs. \n\nI breathe in deeply the scent of her, brushing her damp, lacy panties with the tip of my nose, my lips. She's still watching you, her gaze dragging over your dishevelled clothes, your flushed face, as you lie back sprawled on the sofa. I'm still just teasing her, nuzzling her cunt through the fabric of her underwear, my eyes slanted to the side, watching you.\n\nIt doesn't take long for her to get impatient, to pull on my hair and press my face to her pussy, not so much a request now as a demand, a command. I moan and yank down her panties to her ankles, pushing one thigh up, grabbing her ass and licking, hard and fast, at her clit. She moans and holds my head tighter, holding me where she wants me, watching you. \n\nHer gaze traces from your face, down over your tits rising and falling with your hard breathing, down to where your dress is still hiked up enough to give a glimpse of the wetness on your inner thighs and your sodden panties. As if drawn by the movement of her gaze, your right hand drifts down between your legs. \n\nYou gasp as your fingers brush over your clit and she groans in response, grinding forwards against my tongue. You smile almost shyly at the effect you're having on her, and your legs slide apart just so, allowing her to see your fingers playing with yourself. You let out a noise between a moan and a sigh, and I try to pull back to see what you're doing but she pulls me roughly back, hooking her thigh over my shoulder.\n\nI turn my head and bite her thigh, just hard enough to be a warning, and when she groans but doesn't relent, I grab her ass and pull her downwards. She lets me bring her to her knees like she did me and I catch her smirking as I slide my hand to the back of her neck, lean myself backwards until I'm lying on the floor, parting my legs and pulling her between them. \n\nI turn my flushed face towards you, my position on the floor giving me a perfect view of your fingers disappearing inside you, and I moan in encouragement. She pulls my panties down and starts lapping at my clit, has me gasping out 'fuck, fuck...' at how good it feels. Your eyes are flickering between me and her, your fingers starting to move faster in your pussy, the pink flush deepening on your cheeks and across your chest.\n\nI groan out a request for your to play with your tits and with your free hand you pull down the front of your dress to expose your lacy blue and white bra, pushing your breasts up and together. You slide your hand inside one cup to toy with your nipple, tilting your head back with a moan, and I can see a few light pink marks on your neck from where I was kissing you before. Your hair is falling everywhere around you and you look so fucking beautiful that it's making me whimper and arch my hips. \n\nShe thrusts her fingers into my aching cunt and I bite my lip hard, groaning encouragement to her even as my eyes are fixed on you. My legs are trembling and I know I'm getting close, can feel the burning heat in my clit, my pussy clenching around her fingers, when suddenly she stops. Fingers and tongue gone, I moan in protest and glance down, find she has been watching me watching you. \n\nI try to pull her head back down but she evades my efforts, smirking, rakes her fingernails hard down my thighs until I moan. She crawls up my body and kisses me hard, letting me taste myself from her tongue, then straddles my face, demanding I finish what I started. I start licking her hungrily, wanting to make her come, wanting to come, wanting you, wanting everything so desperately that I'm eating her out like I'm starving. All I can see is her cunt and her clit and her thighs and her tits above me, but I can still hear your moans and gasps and they're spurring me on. \n\nShe has a hand in my hair, not rough now but firm, holding my face while she rides it, her pussy juices coating my chin and cheeks, the taste and scent of her everywhere. She's starting to whine as I lap at her clit, and when I bring a hand from behind and slide my fingers into her wet, waiting pussy she groans. She sounds close, her thighs tightening around my head, and I'm relentless as I lick her and finger her and grab at her ass, lighting teasing her back entrance with one finger until she gasps and gasps and comes, flooding my mouth with her juices as they gush from her fluttering cunt. \n\nWhen her gasps and shudders wind down, she climbs off to the side, leans on one arm lazily as she slides her other hand between my legs and strokes my aching clit. I moan and arch my back, spreading my legs wide, splayed out on the floor in just bra and stockings, looking about as desperate as I feel.\n\nI turn my head to you and reach out a hand, pulling you to my side when you take it. You lean down and kiss me and she rubs hard at my clit until I whimper into your mouth.\n\n'Which one of us do you want?' she asks teasingly when you pull away, and my answer is instant: 'Both, both. Please, both.'\n\nThe two of you share a long, lingering kiss above me, before you both bend down and kiss my tits, pulling them out of my bra to squeeze and bite and suck on until I'm whining and the heat between my legs is burning. \n\nI groan with need. 'Eat me out,' I gasp, not sure if it's a plea or a command. \n\n'Which of us?' she asks, just as you lap your tongue against my nipple the way I'm desperate to feel it on my clit, and I groan. 'Both of you,' and now it's a command, 'Both of you lick my pussy.'\n\nYou both slide down my body torturously slowly, kissing across my stomach, over my hips, across my thighs, until I'm groaning, 'Now, now, need you now...'\n\nYour mouth closes hot and wet over my clit as her fingers spread my pussy lips wide and lick at my cunt, and I cry out loud, feeling the pleasure thrum through my whole body. I lose track of whose hands are whose as they graze down my thighs and reach up to my tits and squeeze my ass and slide into my cunt. \n\nShe licks her way up to my clit and I feel the two of you kissing against me and I whimper, my hands finding your faces, your hair, not exerting any force but just touching you. Your tongues lap at my clit together and it's overwhelming, has me shaking and arching and moaning a string of your name and her name and 'fuck' and 'yes' and 'more', and you both give it to me, fucking me with your fingers, your bodies hot and soft either side of me, your hands and mouths everywhere, until my orgasm thunders through me making me cry out and cry out until my throat is hoarse, until I slump, dizzy, to the floor, with you both sill beside me.\n\n

You keep watching as I tremble, my hands twitching as I fight the urge to just touch. I press my thighs together, squirming from side to side as I grip the sheets hard enough that my knuckles turn white. My hips are thrusting of their own accord, desperately seeking contact that isn't there, desperately seeking something to fuck. \n\nI groan loudly and drag my hands back above my head. I can feel sweat gathering on my face and I squeeze my eyes shut, moans spilling from the back of my throat. There is so much heat, on my face, in my chest, in my stomach, in my cunt, and my skin is trembling hot and cold by turns as I get more and more worked up. \n\nYou leave me for a while, watching me writhe on the bed, hearing my moans get hoarser and hoarser. When you finally return to the room, the first thing you tell me is 'Close your eyes.'\n\nI close them, trying to calm my breathing so that I can hear what you're doing but I'm so overwhelmed with anticipation that I can barely concentrate on anything beyond the burning need of my body.\n\nSomething nudges at my lips and when I part them, you slide a plastic straw into my mouth and tell me to drink. I suck up the cold water and moan at how good it feels.\n\n'Good girl,' you tell me, and I moan again. You take the straw away and I shift on the bed, arching a little to push my tits, my hips up towards you, spreading my legs, begging for you to touch me. \n\nThe time while I wait for what you're going to do next is torturous as I struggle to keep my eyes closed. I'm almost about to start begging when there's a sudden intense cold sensation against one of my nipples and I jolt in shock.\n\nYou slowly drag the icecube in a circle aroung my nipple, making it harden under the attention as I whimper at the contrast of the ice on my hot skin. A few trickles of melted water slide down the sides of my breast, tickling my skin and making me long for your hands just to grab my tits.\n\nWhen you pull away, I expect you to do the same with my other nipple, which makes me cry out all the louder in surprise when you slide your hand into my panties and touch the ice to my clit.\n\n'Oh fuck...' I moan as you trail the icecube down through my burning folds to the entrance of my pussy. The sensation is overwhelming but I'm so desperate for more touch that I'm grinding into it. When you take the ice away again, the numbing chill blends back into the burning heat of my cunt, making the ache all the worse.\n\n'Please, sir...'\n\n'Please what, slut?'\n\nI groan, biting my lip, arching my hips. 'Please fuck me.'\n\nYou laugh softly, trailing the ice in a slow, sweeping pattern across my stomach. 'You think you've earned that yet, pet? You think you've earned my big, thick dick pounding into that dripping little cunt?'\n\nI whimper. 'Please...'\n\nYou lean down over my face and I struggle again not to open my eyes as I feel your breath on my lips. 'You are my fucktoy.' You grasp my crotch roughly through my panties and I gasp. 'This is my cunt. And I'll fuck it when I want to.'\n\nYou let go, move away, but not before placing the icecube down on my other nipple. You just leave it balancing against the hardening peak. I groan at the cold but I'm desperate for more, for you to move it, tease me with it. All the cold in one place is both more intense and more frustrating and I clench my hands again. \n\nYou lock my wrists back into the cuffs at the head of the bed and I whimper, glad that I no longer have to control myself so hard but fearing the time before my release is growing even longer. \n\nThe coldness of the ice is burning against my skin, and although it would be easy enough to shift and unbalance the icecube it I let it fall away from my nipple then I'll lose the only contact I have. The pleasure of the frustration is worth it so I hold myself as still as I can, trying not to let the heave of my tits as I pant for breath dislodge the ice. \n\nIt slowly starts to melt, trickling rivulets of cold water over my breast and I moan low and soft in the back of my throat.\n\n'You like that?'\n\n'Yes,' I gasp, 'Thank you, sir.'\n\n'Good girl. You can open you eyes. If you keep still and let it all melt, I might give you a reward.'\n\nI look up at you and nod, so eager to be good for you, so eager to please you so that you might fuck me.\n\nYou smile, slide your hand back into my panties and start slowly circling my clit with one fingertip. I whimper as I realise your game, how you're going to make it almost impossible for me to keep still enough to keep the ice balanced.\n\nMy tits are already quivering with my breathing, and your finger on my clit, slow, soft, so fucking good, is making my legs shudder. You can see the muscles in my stomach tensing as I fight to stay still. I feel the icecube slip just slightly and I hold my breath, struggling to stop it falling, tilting my chest to try and keep it in place.\n\nAll the while, your finger moves relentlessly against my clit and I'm moaning almost constantly. I can feel my cunt clenching desperately and I whimper at the pleasure thrumming through me. The ice is melting fast, if I can just stay still enough, if I can just control my trembling body.\n\nYou press hard against my clit and I jerk suddenly, the movement sending the ice falling down my side and I cry out in disappointment. You stop stroking me instantly.\n\n'What a shame,' you say, almost patronising, as you idly lick my wetness from the tip of your finger. 'I was going to let you come.'\n\nI moan loudly, looking up at you with wide eyes. 'Please...'\n\n'You had your chance. Maybe if you're very good, I'll give you another one. Eventually.'\n\nI squirm, pressing my thighs together as if that will help the ache in my pussy in the slightest.\n\n'So,' you continue, 'what should I do with you now? I really want to slide my dick into a wet, eager cunt, but yours really doesn't deserve a fucking yet. Maybe I'll [[call up a friend]] and fuck her right here next to you on the bed, would you like that?'\n\n'Sir, please...' I whimper, but you largely ignore me.\n\n'Or maybe I'll [[take you out]] to a party. Find you some others to serve to show me what a good cock-sucking, cunt-licking slut you are. What do you think?'\n\n

'Oh, you two carry on,' you say, pulling off your coat and settling in the arm chair in the corner.\n\nI smile and take one, slow, savouring lick through her wetness, and as her body undulates with the sensation, she opens her eyes to look over at you. She bites her lip and holds your gaze, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure. \n\nShe slides one hand into my hair and pulls me closer, and as I start to lap at her again in earnest she starts to moan, her chest rising with her breathing and showing off her round, firm breasts.\n\nShe brings her hands up to play with her nipples, rolling the stiff peaks between her fingers and cupping her tits, her eyes falling closed as she moans instructions to me, 'More... yes, faster, faster... oh, oh, just like that...'\n\nWhen she opens her eyes again and sees you unbuttoning your jeans, she laughs breathlessly, 'Oh I think he likes it too.' She watches you with wide eyes as you take your hard cock in your hand. 'He likes watching you eat my pussy.'\n\nI redouble my efforts, lapping at her clit hard and fast and her eyes fall shut again as she whines, high and needy. Her hands squeeze her tits and she throws her head back, moaning. 'More, more... finger me...'\n\nI slide two fingers into her dripping pussy and she arches, her muscles fluttering and pulsing. She moans as I add a third, thrusting back harder into her depths, and her gaze finds you again, her moans growing louder as she watches you stroke your thick erection. Her hips start jerking as she fucks herself onto my fingers, one hand pulling my face to her cunt as she watches you, as she watches you and whimpers.\n\nShe comes suddenly, with a stream of high squeaks as her pussy clutches at my fingers and her wetness floods across my tongue. 'Oh fuck...' she slumps down onto the bed, moaning as I slide my fingers out of her. 'Don't stop. More. More. Fuck me.'\n\nI laugh and sit up on my knees, licking her juices from my fingers as I look over at you. 'Do [[you]] want to fuck her, or shall [[I]]?\n\n

I groan and you smile. 'You'd like that, wouldn't you, pet? Me loaning you out and watching while others use my fucktoy?'\n\nI bite my lip and moan, but you're waiting for an answer, and I manage, 'Yes, sir...'\n\nYou bring me clothes, a corset and skirt, stockings, heels, make-up, and untie me so that I can get ready. 'No panties,' you tell me, as you help lace me into my corset. 'No hiding that dripping cunt.' You slide one hand down and trace a finger through my wetness, bringing it to my mouth for me to suck. 'I want everyone to smell you.' I moan around your finger and you bite down hard on the side of my neck, making me cry out, panting. \n\nOnce you're dressed too, tight trousers, boots, shirt, jacket, you clip the leather leash into the ring on my collar and lead me out of the house to your car. \n\nI can feel my clit still aching to be touched but I don't dare, not without permission. It's even harder though, now that I'm untied, as I sit there trying not to fidget as we drive along through the lamp-lit streets. \n\nYou notice my hands clenching in my lap. 'Spread your legs,' you tell me, and I do. My skirt rides up my legs, showing the tops of my stockings. 'Play with your clit.'\n\nI don't hesitate, sighing with relief as my fingers make contact, slipping through my wetness and rolling over my clit. I moan at how fucking good it feels.\n\n'That's it,' you murmur to me, watching out of the corner of your vision. 'Faster. Harder. Use your other hand too, slut. Fuck yourself. Come on, don't you want to come?'\n\nI slide three fingers into my cunt, thrust them hard in and out, rubbing at my clit. It's so much, so fast, so good, so close already, and I'm moaning and moaning, not caring how public we are, not caring that someone could see. I've been waiting so long and finally you're letting me, finally...\n\n'Are you close, pet? Are you going to come for me?'\n\n'Yes...' I whine, 'Yes...'\n\n'Stop.'\n\nI groan so loudly as I drag my hands away, fingers digging into my thighs as I bite down on my lip. I was so close and I can still feel the orgasm just hanging in front of me but I don't dare disobey you.\n\nWe're stopped at traffic lights and you turn to look at me, flushed and panting, still clearly fighting for control.\n\n'You don't come until I tell you to. Understand?'\n\n'Yes, sir...' I gasp.\n\n'Good.' The lights change, you shift into gear. 'Now play with your clit.'\n\nI moan, afraid that with any more touch I won't be able to hold back, but when you add, 'I won't tell you twice.' I swallow and slide my hands back between my legs. \n\nEven the lightest touch is dangerous, and when I slip my fingers back into my cunt, I can feel my walls quivering. I try to control my breathing, try to calm down, try to touch myself as barely as possible, but you're having none of it.\n\n'Harder,' you tell me, and I whimper, increasing the pressure of my clit and feeling myself surge closer to the edge. It's so so tempting just to stop holding back... but I have to.\n\n'Faster,' you insist, 'fuck yourself like you want me to fuck you.'\n\nI moan and do as you tell me, but I'm so close now that I don't know how much longer I can last. 'Please, sir, please, I'm going to come...'\n\nI start to slow down again, but you catch me immediately, voice rough, 'Don't you fucking dare stop. Faster.'\n\nI cry out as I struggle to obey you, struggle not to come. I'm writhing in the seat, both seeking after and trying to escape my own touch. 'Please, I can't... I'm gonna come...'\n\n'No you're not,' you tell me. 'Not until I say. Faster, slut.'\n\nI'm whining high and loud in the back of my throat, not sure if I'm begging you to let me come or to let me stop, but I'm so close, I'm so close, any second...\n\n'Stop.'\n\nFor a moment I can't breathe as I hover just at the edge and then fall back from it, panting, heat burning in my cunt, my hands clenched into fists.\n\n'Good girl...'\n\nI moan at that, turning desperate eyes to look at you. You smile. 'We're almost there.'\n\nWe park up outside a non-descript row of buildings but it's not my concern to wonder where we are. All I'm paying attention to is you as you get out of the car, open my door, take hold of my leash and lead me out, into a building, up a flight of stairs. \n\nWe emerge into a warmly but dimly lit room, an intimate club, decadent, filled with similarly decadently-dressed, and undressed, people, talking with each other, lounging on sofas, in deep plush chairs.\n\nYou're offered a drink, which you take, and find a seat, pulling on my leash so that I sink to my knees beside you. You start a conversation with someone but I'm barely paying attention. My whole body is thrumming with the nearness of my thwarted orgasm. The desperation has simmered down to a warm aching in my cunt. Remembering how good it felt to touch myself leads me to fantasising about you touching me, about you bending me over and fucking me, you cock pounding into my cunt. \n\nI'm so lost in the fantasy that I don't even register that you're speaking to me until your hand grips my collar and you pull my gaze up to meet yours.\n\n'Day-dreaming, pet?'\n\nI moan a vague affirmative, and you laugh. 'If you need bringing back to the present...' You pull me up by my collar and then take me over your knee. There are other laughs from nearby, male and female sounding, and I'm suddenly struck that we're not alone, that others are watching you pull up my skirt and bare my ass, that others are watching you push my thighs apart and gently play with my pussy, that others are hearing me whimper.\n\nThe first slap of your hand against my ass makes me gasp. My hands scrabble for purchase on the floor but you pull my wrists up behind me, pinning them to my back so I have to stay exactly where you've put me. You spank me again and I moan, loudly, wishing I'd paid more attention to the room before, wishing I knew how many people could see me.\n\n'Oh you like that, don't you, pet?'\n\n'Yes, sir.'\n\n'I can't hear you.'\n\n'Yes, sir,' I repeat, louder, feeling my face redden as someone laughs at the shake in my voice.\n\nYou hand lands again, and again, harder. 'What do you like?'\n\n'I like you spanking me, sir.'\n\nYou slide your hand between my legs and lightly smack my pussy. 'Your cunt likes it, doesn't it?'\n\nI whimper. 'Yes, sir.'\n\n'It makes your cunt so fucking wet, doesn't it?'\n\n'Yes... sir...' I groan, trying to arch backwards into your touch. You laugh and keep spanking me, raising a warm, pink glow across my ass, making me moan with each slap.\n\nFinally, you let go my hands and pull me back up. 'Back on your knees, slut.' You tug my skirt down too and I step out of it before kneeling again, my face as red as my ass.\n\nYou move behind me, pulling my wrists together and binding them, then tying them to my ankles so that my shoulders are pulled back, my tits pushed out and forwards, spilling out of the top of my corset. You get me to spread my knees so that my bare cunt is on display, and then you take a tube of lipstick and redden my lips, not neatly, making them look smudged. Then you write in bright red capitals above my tits - 'USE THIS SLUT'\n\nYou lean down and bite my neck until I whimper, then murmur into my ear. 'If you make enough of them come, pet, then I'll fuck you in front of them.'\n\nI moan as you move away, settling in a chair across the room to watch as the first person approaches me. A lady with long, dark hair, and dark eyes, she pulls up her dress, pulls aside her panties, and brings her pussy to my tongue. I start licking eagerly, keen to please you, keen to please her, keen to taste the tart sweetness of her juices.\n\nShe takes a hold of my head to pull me where she wants me, grinding down against my mouth as I lap at her, my tongue sliding through her hot, wet folds, flicking at her clit. Others are encouraging her, telling her to ride my face harder, faster, and I can't see you anymore but I know you're watching too and the thought makes me moan into her pussy.\n\nI don't know how long it takes her to come, my perception reduced down just to the pressure of the ropes holding me in place and the heat in my cunt and the smell and the taste and the wetness of her all over my face and the sound of her gasping, and then her juices flood my tongue and I lap them up, panting for breath as she moves back.\n\nShe's replaced almost immediately by a cock, thick and hard, pushing past my lips and filling my mouth, a hand gripping tight in my hair, pulling me up and down on the shaft. When I lap my tongue on the underside of his dick it makes him groan, and it's not long before he's coming, shooting into my mouth and pulling back to let it spill down my chin. \n\nI swallow as much as I can, just getting a second to catch my breath, before another man pushes into my mouth. He holds my face rather than my hair, thrusts more gently, but the stream of words from his mouth is rough and filthy, as he tells me what a good little cock-sucker I am, what a good fucktoy, how he's going to come all over me, and when he does he shoots all over my tits. \n\nAnother lady makes me beg to be allowed to eat her out, then rides my face until my lips are swollen and my tongue is aching and until she's come twice. One man just clenches his fist tight in my hair, yanking my head back and making my mouth gasp open, while he wanks off with his other hand and splashes his come all over my face. Two cocks push into my mouth at the same time, stretching my lips wider and wider until I whimper, and they laugh, and alternate fucking my throat until they both come, filling my mouth with so much come that I struggle to swallow it all.\n\nOne lady has such a sweet, gentle voice that when she uses it to tell me to 'Lick my cunt, you fucking whore,' I can feel my own wetness gush in response. She keeps talking as I eat her out, telling the rest of the room how much I must fucking love pussy from the way I'm lapping at her, suggesting they just keep me here as their live-in fucktoy, waiting to lick at any cock or cunt that they offered me. \n\nAfter she comes, she leans down and slides her fingers through my wetness and then sucks them, and I moan loud and needy. My eyes seek you out across the room, needing to see you still watching me, needing to know if I was pleasing you.\n\nYou rise from your chair, cross the room towards me, your gaze moving deliberately over my come-stained face and the streaks of wetness covering my tits.\n\n'It's good to see a fucktoy so well-used,' you say, hooking your finger into my collar. 'Have you been enjoying yourself, slut?'\n\nI can feel my cunt pulsing, answering for me. 'Yes, sir.'\n\n'Do you think you've earnt a reward?'\n\nI moan softly, unsure how to answer, and you laugh. Reaching behind me, you untie the knots binding my wrists to my ankles and pull me to my feet. My hands are still tied behind my back and you push on them to bend me over the nearby table. \n\n'Spread your legs,' you tell me, and I do, my heels pushing my ass into the air and exposing my pussy. 'That's it. Everyone wants to see how wet you are, slut. And you are, aren't you? Your cunt juices are fucking dripping down your legs.'\n\nI whine as you slide your fingers inside me from behind, pushing back into your touch as much as I can. 'Please, sir...'\n\n'Please what, pet?'\n\n'Please fuck me...'\n\n'I can't hear you.'\n\nI moan, repeat myself, louder, 'Please fuck me, sir.'\n\n'Tell them how much you want it.'\n\nYour fingers slide out of me and I whimper, arching, my cunt clenching needily. 'Oh, sir, I want you to fuck me so badly, I need your cock inside me, please, please...'\n\nYou don't say anything for a long pause and I wait, my heart pounding in my chest, heat pounding in my cunt. Your nails rake over my hips, my ass, my thighs, and I gasp. 'Please, sir, please use your slut.'\n\nYou thrust your cock into me suddenly, and I let out a ear-splitting cry of relief and pleasure, moaning with every stroke as you start to fuck me hard and fast. You reach forward and grip my hair, pulling my head back and making my back arch, pushing my tits forward. With my hands still tied, I can't move, I'm at the mercy of your hands as you spear me on your dick, fucking me for your own pleasure.\n\nI'm whining out thank yous and pleas for more, my voice gone high and desperate. The force of your thrusts is slamming my hips into the table but I want the bruises, want you to mark me all over, want you to grip me so tightly while you fuck me that you leave brands of your touch on my skin for everyone to see where you claimed me. \n\nOne hand still holding my hair, you slide your other down between my legs, rubbing my clit hard and fast. 'Come,' you order me. 'Come for me, slut. Now.' And I all but scream as the orgasm I've been chasing all day crashes through me, as my cunt clenches desperately around your cock and my vision threatens to white out.\n\nYou keep fucking me through it, and by the noises I'm making you'd think it went on for ever, as I keep moaning and whimpering with your cock slamming into me. 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' I keep begging as you do, as you take me, as you claim me, as you claim my cunt in front of everyone who you've let use your slut tonight. \n\n'Are you ready for my come, pet?'\n\nI moan. 'Please...'\n\nYou tighten your grip on my hair as you start to come, making me arch and cry out as you spurt inside me, as you fill my cunt with your hot, thick come, while I moan for the whole room to hear: 'Thank you, sir...'\n\nYou leave me bent over the table for a little while, so that everyone can see my wetness shining on my inner thighs and your come dripping from my red, well-fucked pussy. You stay close, though, holding the leash that's clipped to my collar, so that no one is in any doubt that I'm yours. \n

My hands freeze at the order and I moan in frustration, the heat of my near-release thrumming through my body, an ache spreading out from my cunt through my limbs until I have to curl my toes and clench my fists. \n\nI look up at you pleadingly and you smile, pulling my wrists above my head and pinning them there with one hand. \n\n'You don't come until I tell you to, slut.'\n\nI groan and press my thighs together, watching as you lock my wrists into the cuffs attached to the headboard.\n\nYou hook a finger into the ring on my collar and pull my gaze to meet yours. 'When do you get to come?'\n\nI lick my lips. 'When you tell me to, sir.'\n\n'Good girl.' You keep your hand on my collar as you kneel over me, your cock jutting hard and thick towards my mouth. 'Now suck.'\n\nI wrap my lips around your dick and take it in, moaning as you pull on my collar to push right to the back of my throat. I swirl my tongue across the underside of your cock as I bob my head up and down, looking up at you with wide, eager-to-please eyes.\n\nYou grip my hair with your other hand, pulling my head exactly where you want it, making groans muffle in the back of my throat as you fuck my mouth.\n\n'Do you need reminding of your place, pet?' you ask.\n\nI moan something indistinguishable and you tighten your grip on my collar, pushing your dick deeper into my throat, not caring what I have to say.\n\n'If you think you just get to make yourself come whenever you feel like it,' you continue, fucking my mouth in deep, lazy strokes. 'Maybe you've forgotten that you're here for my pleasure. And if it pleases me for you to come, then you will. And if it pleases me to keep you dripping and twitching and begging for... a day. Or more.'\n\nYou hear me whimper loudly at that, and you smile and slowly pull back, dragging your cock from my lips across my cheeks, smearing my face with pre-come and saliva. \n\nYou reach back and press your hand to my panties, feeling my hips instantly arch into your touch as I moan, 'Please...'\n\nYou touch my clit through my panties, just barely, just the slightest motion, and it's still enough to make me gasp.\n\n'What do you want, slut?' You start to stroke yourself with one hand, and my eyes fix on the movement, I lick my lips.\n\n'Your cock, I want your cock.'\n\nYour bring the head right up to my lips, but not quite close enough, your hand still tight on my collar, watching me stretch and strain to get another taste. Then you move back and lean down, biting hard on my lower liup until I moan into your mouth.\n\n'Then you're going to have to earn it,' you tell me, pushing me back down onto the bed and letting go my collar. \n\nYou move down my body until you're level with my hips, not touching me at all but for the single finger ever so gently teasing me through my panties.\n\nI groan. 'Please... I'll do anything.'\n\n'You will.' You trace your finger up and down across the fabric, feeling my wetness soaking through. 'And I'll decide when it's enough.'\n\nYou keep wanking while I moan and twitch beneath even your lightest touches, the muscles in my thighs and stomach clenching and unclenching in anticipation, my hips bucking into the air in the hope of more contact. You pull down my panties, just a little, just so you can watch my pulsing pink clit and my glistening pussy quiver.\n\nI can see you getting close and I moan, wanting your come in me, on me. 'Use me. Use me please.'\n\n'I do need something for a cumrag,' you reply and I groan, groan as you keep your finger hooked into my panties and come, spurting across my slick folds, dripping down along my pussy entrance. You pull my panties back on, and your hot, wet come makes the fabric stick to me even more, makes it drag across my clit when I move even slightly.\n\nI whimper, but you pay me no attention, moving from the bed and leaving the room, leaving me there, tied to the bed, dripping wet with your come trickling down in my panties, the tickling sensation driving me mad.\n\nI shift my hips, trying to find a movement that brings me some relief, but every shift just makes it worse, dragging the fabric across my clit and labia and pussy, making your sticky come shift inside my panties. I squeeze my legs together and moan, tugging fruitlessly at my hands.\n\nThe time crawls by as I listen intently for any sound of your return, shifting and shifting trying to get comfortable. The longer I wait, the more I wonder exactly how long you're going to leave me here, how desperate you're going to make me, and the thought just makes me all the more aroused. \n\nWhen you reappear, I'm still squirming. You sit next to me on the bed, stroke my hair away from my face and I moan, leaning in seeking more of your touch.\n\n'How's my slut?'\n\nI moan. 'Please, touch me.'\n\nYou smile, trailing one fingertip slowly down the length of my chest, watching my body ripple as I arch under the touch. You trace along the top band of my panties, teasing me, watching my eyes plead with you, before you start rubbing at my clit. \n\nMy eyes fall closed and I groan in relief. You go hard and fast for a few seconds and it feels so fucking good that I can hardly breathe. 'Yes... please...'\n\nYou stop, and start, and stop, and start, teasing me until my legs are quivering.\n\n'You're going to do whatever I say, aren't you, pet?'\n\n'Yes, yes sir, please...'\n\n'Good.' You stop and stand up, and my eyes fall open as I moan in disappointment. Then, you lean over and unlock my hands from the cuffs. 'Here's what you're going to do.' You take hold of my collar again, pull my face up to yours. 'Don't touch yourself.'\n\nYou're gone again before I've fully understood what you've done, but when the realisation hits my hands clench into fists in frustration. The memory of your touch is so intense I can almost still feel it, my clit throbbing for attention, pleading to my free hands for some contact.\n\nMy fingers clench and unclench, and I grasp onto the pillow above my head to try to keep in control. My mind whirls: you're gone and the door is closed, you'd never know if I put my fingers on my clit, just once, just for a second, just one touch to relieve the ache, just one stroke of my pussy, just one pinch of my nipples.\n\nMy hands jolt and I pull them back, squeezing them tightly into fists, gritting my teeth. The burning heat in my cunt is all the more intense now that I'm so close to being able to sooth it, and I whimper, biting my lip.\n\nI don't notice the camera you've set up on the desk, don't realise that you're watching everything from the next room, watching me wriggle and squirm on the bed, watching my hands start to drift, start to hover over my tits before I drag them down to my sides, watch the rise and fall of my chest with increasingly heaving breaths as I struggle between [[resisting]] and [[giving in]].\n

I moan. 'Oh, my pussy, my pussy... I want your cock in my cunt.'\n\nYou cup my cheek with your other hand, holding my face where you can watch my face as you slide inside me, where you can watch my eyelids flutter, my lips part, gasp, quirk in a smile of pleasure, let out a low, soft moan.\n\nOnce you're balls-deep inside me, you lean in and kiss me, hard, biting on my lip until I whimper, until I'm groaning into your mouth, 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...' \n\nYour hands go to my hips, pulling me where you want me as you start to pound into me. I'm leaning on the window to keep steady, my tits bouncing against the cool glass, one hand splayed above me, the other reaching back to grasp your ass, to pull you in.\n\nEvery thrust of your hips has me crying out, and as you urge me to be louder, I do as you say, shamelessly moaning out how fucking good you feel, how much I love you fucking me, how little I care who might see me.\n\nYou rake your nails down my back, making me arch and shudder, and then reaching around to grab my tits, squeezing them roughly while you slam into my cunt.\n\n'Oh fuck...' I groan out, 'Oh fuck, Scott...'\n\nYou slip a hand to my clit and I cry out so loud that it seems to echo. My legs are trembling, my hand grasping needily at your ass. You lean in and bite down hard on my shoulder and I whine.\n\n'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...' I chant breathlessly, 'I'm your slut, I'm your slut, I'm your slut...'\n\nYou rub faster at my clit, fucking me in hard, rough thrusts. 'Louder.'\n\n'I'm your slut, I'm your-' My words trail off into a stream of cries as I start to jerk and shudder and come, my cunt twitching around your cock. 'I'm your slut,' I moan through it, 'I'm your slut...'\n\nYou keep fucking me as I shake and whimper through the aftershocks, keep pounding into my wet, hot cunt. Your hands are back on my tits, playing with my nipples, keeping me whining and moaning, my breath misting the window. \n\nFrom the noises you're making, you sound like you're close to coming, when you pull out of me and roughly turn me around, pushing me to my knees. I sink down readily, legs spread, back arched, lips parted as I watch your cock right in front of my face, shining with my wetness, as I watch you stroke yourself and come, sudden and hard, shooting white jets of come all over my face, into my open, hungry mouth, over my flushed cheeks, dripping down my neck and tits.\n\nI lick my lips as I open my eyes and look up at you, a grin creeping across my face. 'Good shot.'\n\nYou roll your eyes and pull me to my feet, idly smacking my ass. 'Come to bed, slut.'

'I'm open to more company...' you reply, off-hand and innocent, 'if you are.'\n\nI smile and get to my feet, reaching to take your hand and leading you further back into the building to the more dimly lit low sofa seating. From here we have a good view of the dancefloor which is gradually filling, and reclining beside you on the plush sofa cushions gives me the excuse to rest my hand on your thigh. \n\nYou slide your hand over mine and I tilt my head to kiss you, lightly at first, enjoying the softness of your lips and the gentle sigh you let out as you part them.\n\n'I want us to find another girl to bring home with us,' I murmur to you as I start pressing soft kisses to your neck. 'I want to show you off to her. I want to show her how stunning you are in bed... how beautiful you are when you come.'\n\nYour fingers grip mine and you let out a quiet high moan from the back of your throat. I can just see your nipples hardening through the fabric of your dress and it takes all my control not to touch.\n\n'Want to dance?' I ask and you hum your agreement. The dancefloor is busy enough to creaming the warm, thrumming feeling of being surrounded by other bodies but not enough to crowd us. The music makes you loosen up, makes your hips sway, makes you smile, and you look fucking stunning. \n\nWhen you turn your back, I move in closer to you, fitting my body close against yours, feeling your ass press back into my hips, my tits pressing up against your back. I slip my arms around your waist and your arms rest over them. You lean your head back against my shoulder as we move together, and I press my nose into your soft hair and breathe deeply. \n\nWhen I look up again I notice someone watching us, a girl with bright red lips and long dark hair. I hold her gaze for a moment, then slowly smile and subtly point her out to you. You look over at her, then smile up at me, and I lean round to kiss you, slowly and deeply, putting on a bit of a show. \n\n'You want another drink?' I ask you and when you nod, 'I'll be right back.'\n\nI glance up at the other girl again then slip away through the crowd back to the bar. I order us both the same again, lingering for a little while to give you some time.\n\nWhen I bring the drinks back to the dancefloor, I smile to see the two of you have hit it off. Her arms are around your waist, yours looped around her neck, your bodies close but not quite touching as you dance together.\n\nI slip back in behind you, kiss your hair and smile at the other girl over your shoulder. She smiles back and we exchange names but not much more. I offer her one of the drinks and she takes it, offering you the straw to share it with her. \n\nI slide one hand down to your hip, grazing over her arm wrapped around you, and the three of us gradually draw closer as we settle into each other's body space, as the beat of the music gets heavier. \n\nYou and she are so close now that your foreheads are just touching together, and when you tilt your head slightly to one side she mirrors you. You kiss her, a kiss that starts out curious and quickly becomes exploratory, as your hands slide into her hair. Hers reach down towards your ass but find my hips instead and pull me in closer to you, pulling you closer to her.\n\nWhen the two of you draw back from the kiss, she leans over your shoulder and kisses me, her breasts pressed up against yours, pinning you between us. She slides her tongue against mine and I taste the faintest hint of your lip gloss from her mouth.\n\nWe pull back and the three of us take a moment to look at each other, still so close that you can feel every movement of her hips against yours as they idly move to the music, that you can feel my tits against your back and the escalated rhythm of my heartbeat. \n\n'Shall we move somewhere more private?' I murmur, and you bite your lip and nod. I look up at her and she smiles, inclines her head.\n\nWe don't realise how warm we are until we step out onto the street in the cool of the evening. There's a pink flush high on your cheeks and you're so gorgeous that it's an effort not to just push you up against the wall and kiss you until you're breathless. \n\nWe get a taxi, pressed up close together in the back, hands drifting on each other's thighs, grazing against arms, exchanging some chat amid the promising smiles and heated glances. \n\nWhen we get to the flat, it's all I can do not to suggest we move straight to the bedroom, but I want to take this slow too. I say I'm goiung to open a bottle to wine and when I come back with it the two of you are kissing, standing in the middle of the living room with your hands gliding over the soft material of each other's dresses. \n\nThe two of you are so beautiful that I almost just want to watch you, listen to your soft sighs as you hands brush lightly against each other's bodies. She breaks away from your lips to kiss the side of your neck, and you tilt your head back and moan.\n\nYou glance at me, and I smile and cross the room to join you. I set the wine and glasses down on the table and move in behind you, resting my hands on your hips. You lean your head back against my shoulder and moan as she kisses down across your collarbone and follows the neckline of your dress, dipping down to graze her lips across the tops of you round, pert breasts.\n\nYou whine softly in the back of your throat and turn your head to kiss me. Her hand slides down your thigh, finds the bottom of your dress and slips underneath. You moan against my lips as her fingers tease their way up your inner thigh and brush over the fabric of your panties.\n\nWhen she starts to gently stroke your clit through your underwear, you gasp so loudly that she raises her head, takes in your flushed face, then grins at me.\n\n'How wet is she?' I ask the other girl, who hums in exaggerated thought and presses her fingers up against your pussy. \n\n'Soaking,' she murmurs, and you and I both groan in response.\n\nHer fingers briefly push your panties aside to stroke through your wetness, and then she lifts them up and offers them to me. I take them slowly into my mouth and lick your juices from them while she watches me do it, then leans in over your shoulder and kisses me hard. \n\nYou're pressed between us as we make out, long licks of our tongues sharing your taste between us, our bodies hot on either side of you. When we pull back from each other we turn our attentions to you, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders. My hands slide your dress up your thighs and her fingers toy with your clit, spreading the juices dripping from your pussy.\n\nI pull your dress down off your shoulders to bare more of your back for me to kiss, watching you shiver and lean back into my arms as her touch starts to make you moan. She slides two fingers inside you and you whine, throwing your head back and panting, and she's watching you, entranced, with a playful smile playing on her red lips.\n\nI grin and slide my hands around to cup your tits, stroking your stiff nipples through the fabric of your dress, as I suck gently for a moment on the side of your neck. \n\n'You should see her,' I tell the other girl, 'when she comes.' You whimper and shake in our arms as we play with you together. 'She's like a fucking supernova.'\n\nThe other girl smiles a slow, filthy smile, and slides to her knees in front of you, pulling one of your legs onto her shoulder, dragging your wet panties aside and pressing her face to your cunt. \n\nHer tongue is quick and wet and soft, lapping through your folds, flickering at your twitching pussy entrance, licking your swollen pink clit. You're so shaky now that I'm all but holding you up as you shudder and whimper, as I kiss your neck and murmur into your ear about how fucking beautiful you are, about how much I want to see her make you come. \n\nShe's got one hand splayed on your ass, pulling you closer, and one hand thrusting fingers into your pussy in a steady rhythm as she licks and licks and licks at your clit, and as your breathing gets harder and faster, and your moans louder and higher.\n\nWhen you come it's sudden and deafening, seems to take even you by surprise, and she sucks on your clit to draw it out, buries her fingers deep inside you and avidly watches you arch and groan in my arms. \n\nShe waits until you stop shuddering, until you're just leaning back against me trying to catch your breath, and then she drags her tongue in a long, slow lick from your pussy to your clit, watching you whimper from senstivity. \n\nShe slides her fingers out of you and holds them up, glistening with your juices. She offers them to you and you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself, and I groan and lean over to kiss you, hungrily sucking your sweetness from your tongue. \n\n'Shall we move to the [[bedroom]]?' I murmur against your lips, 'Or [[not yet]]?'\n

A Story for You

She opens her eyes to look at you, her gaze quickly sliding to your cock. She licks her lips.\n\n'I want him,' she says, then moans as I flicker one finger across her clit. 'I want him to fuck me.'\n\nI climb off the bed and take her hand, leading her across the room towards you. We stop just in front of you, finally letting you get a proper look at her. I slide my arms around her from behind, fondling her full, round tits, watching you over her shoulder as you watch her, your cock hard and waiting in your hand. \n\nI drop one hand between her legs, parting her lips to show you her glistening pink pussy. She whines, her hips jerking towards you, and I smile, guiding her forwards to straddle your lap, lining up her cunt with the tip of your cock. \n\nYou can feel the heat of her, her pussy wet and ready and waiting for you. With my hands on her hips I push her down, sinking her onto your dick, slowly, so that you can watch her gasp as the thickness of you fills her up, as she throws her head back against my shoulder and moans. \n\nYour hands cover mine on her hips as we lift her up, slam her back down, and she cries out, 'oh fuck...'\n\nShe grabs your face and kisses you, moaning into your mouth as you fuck up into her.\n\nI sweep back her hair and suck on her earlobe, murmuring to her, 'Feels fucking good, doesn't it? His thick, hard cock, it feels so good in your pussy...'\n\nShe groans, braces her palms against your chest and starts to ride you harder. Your hands cover her bouncing tits, rubbing her stiff nipples until she moans and moans, and I start to stroke her clit.\n\nShe throws her head back, panting, and I lean in and bite her lower lip, speaking low and soft into her mouth, 'I want you to come again, I want to see you come on his dick. Maybe he'll come inside you too, spurting into your depths, and I'll get to lap his come from your sweet pussy until I make you come again, exhausted and shaking. Would you like that?'\n\nShe whines high and loud as I rub hard at her clit, and you can feel her muscles fluttering around you. She comes suddenly, grabbing your arms to steady herself as she shakes and bucks on your cock.\n\nAs she pants for breath, I smile at you over her shoulder. 'Are you going to [[come inside her]] or did you want to [[fuck me too]]?'

My gaze moves with yours and I smile. 'At the window...'\n\nYou rise off the bed, hand still in my hair, and pull me to my feet. You lead me over to the large, open-paned window, and push me up against it, forceful enough to make me moan in appreciation.\n\nMy palms are pressed to the cool smooth glass as are my tits spilling from my bra. You pull my hips back a little to make me arch more, and when you slide your fingers into my wet, waiting cunt, I moan loudly, my breath misting the windowpane.\n\nThe street outside is quiet and dimly-lit but I wouldn't care even if someone were to pass by. Part of me wants them to see us, wants them to see you fucking me, wants them to know I'm your slut.\n\nI groan and press back into your touch, pushing my ass up again. 'Spank me.'\n\nYour hands come to rest on my ass cheeks, you pause for a moment, then you murmur to me, 'Don't move,' and I hear you move away, rustling with something.\n\nWhen you touch me again, the sensation is different, smoother, a little cooler, and there's a new scent in the air that I recognise as leather just when you start spanking me. Each slap of your hand makes me gasp, makes the rush of heat to my ass and to my face shockingly intense with the coldness of the window against my hands and tits.\n\nYou move in closer beside me, your free hand snaking up around my body, and I shudder as the smooth, supple leather of your gloves traces across my stomach, up the side of my back, around to my neck, where your hold lingers, just pressing lightly against my throat.\n\nI can smell leather and sweat and my own arousal and the warmth of your gloved hands at my neck and against my ass feels incredible. When you have me crying out with every slap, you pause, stroke your hand over the flushed red marks you've made, then slide your fingers between my legs to my now dripping cunt. You gather my juices and lift your hand to my mouth and I eagerly suck your gloved fingers.\n\n'What are you?' you murmur into my ear, and I groan in reply: 'I'm your slut.'\n\n'For the whole world to see...' \n\n'Yes... yes...' I turn my head to look back at you, your hand still warm at my throat. 'Fuck me. Fuck your slut.'\n\nYou smile. 'Oh I will. But where do you want me? [[Here]]...' your fingers slip into my cunt again, 'in your wet little pussy that you've already been fucking tonight?' Your hand slides back up to my ass, one finger teasing at my entrance, '[[Or here]]? In your tight ass you wanted me to mark?'

'In her,' you reply, 'I want you to taste my come in her pussy just like you said.'\n\nI moan and nod. We move to the bed, her lying on her back, her skin flushed and shining with sweat, her legs already spread for you as you lean down and slide back into her dripping wetness. I stretch out beside her, kissing her neck, her tits, sucking on her nipples, watching you fuck her as I slide a hand between my own legs and start to rub hard and fast at my clit. \n\nYou fuck her with short fast strokes, your balls rising and tightening, slapping against her wetness. She moans, wrapping her legs around your hips, one hand finding my hair and pulling me into a kiss just as you come, as you cry out and jerk and spurt into her.\n\nWhen you've rolled to the side, I urge her up, get her to kneel across my shoulders so that I can bury my face in her pussy. She's so fucking wet and so sensitive, her legs trembling as I lick at her. Her sweet tang coats my tongue and as I lap my tongue inside of her your sharp flavour joins hers.\n\nI moan against her, my hips arching as I stroke myself faster. I feel one of your hands grab at my thigh, then your fingers thrusting into my cunt and I cry out in pleasure.\n\nShe's bracing herself against the headboard, already shaking, her breathing fast and broken. She grinds her pussy into my tongue and I keep licking at her as your come slides from her depths into my mouth, dripping out the side of my lips and coating my face in the wetness of both of you.\n\nMy hips jerk in rhythm as I fuck myself onto your fingers, rubbing faster and faster at my clit, desperate now to come. Your other hand closes over my wrist and pulls my hand away and I whimper loudly until I feel your tongue flickering against my clit, your fingers still plunging into me. \n\nWith just a few strokes, you push me over the edge and I come moaning into her wetness as she too shudders again and rolls to the side, collapsing into the pillows. \n\nYou slide your fingers from my cunt and give them to me to suck. I pull you up to lie on my other side, leaning back against your chest as I slip an arm around her, and you tug the covers up over us.

You roll over and reach for your vibrator, setting it to a low, steady buzz and pulling it down between your legs, tracing the tip slowly through your wetness, from pussy to clit, feeling the thrum of it set all your nerves to tingling. \n\nYou moan and hold it lightly against your clit, teasing yourself, letting the vibrations frustrate you, letting them stimulate you until you're so sensitive that you're whimpering, before pulling the vibe away and letting your hand back, stroking yourself hard and fast and moaning and moaning as you slide the vibe down to tease your pussy lips instead. \n\nYou whimper at the sensation, briefly sliding the vibe inside you and letting it thrum against your inner walls before setting it aside and reaching instead for a smooth silicone dildo. It slides easily into your warm, waiting cunt, and you moan in pleasure at the feeling of being filled, at the feeling of it sliding past your lips and deep inside of you.\n\nYou fuck youself slowly with it, whining and arching your hips, then roll onto your front and rise up on your knees. You position the dildo beneath you and sink slowly down onto it, rolling your hips until it presses just right inside you, makes you moan. \n\nYou rise and sink your body onto it, holding the base of the dildo with one hand while you ride it, your other hand stroking through your hair, grasping your tits, stroking your hips, your ass, your thighs, confident and wanton. The dildo feels so good inside you as you slam youself down onto it, as you arch and make a show of it, for no one else's eyes but just because it makes you feel sexy.\n\nYou roll back onto the bed, the dildo pinned between your thighs, and squeeze your tits in your hands, rolling them beneath your palms and moaning. Spreading your legs wide again, you take hold of the base of the dildo and start to slide it in and out of your pussy in long, deep strokes. \n\nYou're sprawled on your back now, stroking your clit while you fuck yourself with the dildo, hips arching into it. Relaxed and unselfconscious, confident, hot, beautiful, sexy... it's not long before you have yourself right on the edge, trembling and whining and gasping as you do youself.\n\nJust as you start to feel like you can't hold back, you slow a little, burying the dildo in your pussy and letting it rest there while you massage your tits, feeling your heart hammering in your chest, letting yourself fall gently back from the edge of orgasm. When you can feel the want thrumming through your body again, the ache to keep touching yourself, and you slide your hand back to your clit, moaning so loud at how fucking good it feels.\n\nYou take hold of the base of the dildo again and keep fucking yourself, taking it long and slow and deep, sliding inside you in just the right way, making yourself cry out with every thrust, stroking your clit until your pussy is twitching and fluttering around the dildo, until you can feel the heat and pressure of the building tension sparking through your legs and your back and your torso and your nipples tightening and tightening.\n\nYou whine, gasping, panting, squeezing your eyes shut as you get louder and louder until you're almost screaming, screaming when you come, gushing wetness all over your hands, the pleasure so hot and so sharp and so intense that you almost black out.\n\nFinally you shudder to a stop and fall back against your pillows. The air gradually becomes cooler on your face, on your bare tits, on your wet thighs, and you groan and roll onto your side, setting the dildo aside and pulling the covers up over yourself as you slip into sleep.\n\n\n\n

It's the slight shaking of the bed that starts to wake you up first, but as you drift into full consciousness you become aware of my fast, shaky breathing and the scent of my arousal. You roll over and my eyes widen when I see you're awake but I don't stop. \n\nYou pull the covers down to reveal one hand inside my bra, playing roughly with my nipple, and the other rubbing hard and fast at my clit.\n\n'Feeling horny this morning, are we, pet?' you murmur, reaching down to feel my panties which are already wet, and I moan in reply. \n\nYou slap my inner thigh suddenly and I gasp. 'That isn't an answer.'\n\n'Yes, sir.'\n\n'Faster,' you tell me, 'harder. Don't you want to come?'\n\nI obey, my fingers flying over my clit as I arch my hips, groaning. 'Yes...'\n\n'You're close already, aren't you?'\n\n'Yes,' I gasp, 'fuck... fuck...'\n\nYou can hear the change in my voice, my cries getting louder and keener, know I'm almost there, and you tell me: '[[Stop]].'\n\n

You watch me shifting restlessly on the bed and smile. 'I think we'll stay in. I think I like you like this. Although there is something missing...' \n\nYou open a drawer a pull out my vibrator. Turning it on to a medium speed, you briefly tease my nipples, making me arch and moan, before sliding it down to lie just over my pussy, with the tip resting over my clit. You push my thighs together to hold it in place, and then tie my knees together with a length of rope so I can't move the vibe or change its position, leaving me with a constant thrumming stimulation just over my clit, just enough to keep me desperate and aching, not nearly enough that I'll come before you want me to. \n\nI moan, already thrusting my hips into the buzzing as much as I can. It feels so good and I need the stimulation so badly, but I know it's going to drive me mad within minutes, and who knows how long you're going to leave it there.\n\n'What do you say?'\n\n'Thank you, sir,' I groan.\n\n'Good slut. Now, stay.' And you leave.\n\nI hear you in the next room, talking on the phone, but I can't make out what you're saying. The buzzing of the vibe seems incredibly loud when it's just that and my heavy breathing filling the room. I'm already so sensitive that the vibe's teasing is almost unbearable, but at the same time it feels so fucking good that I'm grinding my hips against it as much as I possibly can with my legs tied like this.\n\nI've worked myself into a minor frenzy by the time you come back, and you're not alone. You're kissing her as you lead her into the room, your hands all over her, sliding beneath her dress to stroke her thighs, squeeze her ass, her hands running up your back, into your hair.\n\nI moan on the bed but neither of you pay me any attention, too busy stripping her out of her dress and panties. You lay her down on the other side of the bed in her bra and heels, no where near close enough to touch me, and kiss down her body, from her neck to her tits to her stomach, while she moans softly and undulates beneath you. \n\nWhen you dip your head between her thighs, she cries out your name, high and loud, and I whimper in response. You raise your eyes to me for a second, smile, and return your attentions entirely to her. I can't stop whimpering as I watch you lick at her clit, as I watch her moan and shake and wrap her long legs around your head. I would give anything right now to feel your tongue on me, and having to watch second-hand how good it feels for her is torturous. \n\nShe's loud, moaning encouragement, moaning your name, pleading for more and receiving it, as you lap faster and harder at her clit, at her sweet pussy. When you slide two fingers inside her, her moans get even louder and her hands go to her round, firm tits, squeezing and rolling them in her palms. She looks fucking gorgeous and I'm almost as desperate to be the one between her legs as I am to be in her place.\n\nShe's panting now, her moans getting higher and higher, and when she comes it sudden, explosive, and she screams, arching off the bed as you grab her hips and keep licking her through it, making her moan louder and louder through the aftershocks, before she collapses back onto the bed. \n\nYou lift your head from between her legs and glance over at me. Your lips and chin are shining with her juices and I groan at the sight. All I want is for you to kiss me, to let me taste her from your mouth, for you to touch me anywhere, anywhere. \n\nYou reach a hand over towards me and I'm begging 'please please please' without even realising it, but all you do is adjust the speed of the vibe, making it faster, and I cry out, twisting against my bonds at the sudden new onslaught of sensation.\n\nYou lean down over her to kiss her, long and deep and slow, and she moans into your mouth. 'Fuck me, Scott.'\n\nI have to bite down hard on my lip to stop myself begging you to fuck me instead. I watch as you lift her legs up, hook them over your shoulders, as she lifts her hips, pushing her cunt up for your cock to thrust in. When you do, she moans, her eyes slamming closed, her hands grasping her tits.\n\nI arch along with her, moaning as the vibe buzzes just above my clit, as my cunt throbs and clenches desperately around nothing, longing for the thick, hard pounding of your dick, the dick that I can just see vanishing into her pussy as you start to fuck her. \n\nYou move in long, slow strokes, so she feels every inch of your girth as you push past her pussy lips, so every thrust travels through her body as she arches in pleasure, long drawn-out groans spilling from her throat, so that I can see every detail of you fucking her.\n\nShe moans and turns her head, looks right at me and slowly her face breaks into a wicked smile. She squeezes her tits and gasps as you thrust into her again, throws her head back.\n\n'Oh fuck,' she groans, to me, 'he's so fucking thick, so fucking hard...' She lingers over the words, murmuring them low and breathy, making me whimper and buck my hips needily. 'His cock feels so good so deep in my cunt...'\n\nI whine. 'Please...'\n\nShe hums in pleasure as you hit a new angle, and her gaze flicks down my body, watching how I'm writhing, my hands struggling uselessly in their cuffs, and she laughs breathily. 'Oh you want it, don't you? You're dying for his cock to fill your wet, waiting pussy, aren't you?'\n\nI nod frantically. 'Yes... yes, fuck...'\n\nShe moans again, reaching up to grab your ass, to pull you deeper into her. 'How much do you want it?'\n\nI bite my lip through a whimper. 'I need it...'\n\n'You need what?'\n\nI groan, arching off the bed as I circle my hips, trying desperately to make the vibe rub against my clit the way I want it to. 'His cock,' I moan out. 'My cunt needs his cock.'\n\nShe reaches over with one hand and takes hold of my hair, pulling my head over so she can kiss me, rough and briefly, her teeth nipping at my lower lip. I whimper as she pulls back and smiles, closing her eyes for a second to moan as you slam into her. 'That's too bad,' she tells me sweetly, 'because my cunt's getting it.' \n\nI groan in frustration. You're pounding into her now, watching her moaning beneath you, watching me panting and writhing beside you. I don't know how much more of this I can stand, my cunt is on fire and it feels so fucking empty, and the smell of you and the smell of her is driving me wild.\n\n'Sir... please... please...'\n\n'Oh you want it so badly, don't you?' you taunt me, your voice low and soft. 'My needy, wanton slut. What if I gave you a choice, hmm? What if I said either I'd fuck you tonight or I'd let you come? What would you choose?'\n\nI whine, but the answer is easy enough. 'Fuck me,' I gasp, 'Please, please fuck me.'\n\n'Oh really? But just think how much more you'd need to come after I'd fucked you.' Your thrusts into her get faster and harder, shaking the bed, and I'm moaning almost constantly as I watch you. 'Just think how good it would feel to have your cunt filled, but how much emptier you'd feel afterwards, stretched open and clenching around nothing and desperate to come. Do you think you could stand that, pet? Tied up and aching all night, wondering if I'd even let you come in the morning?'\n\nI'm practically beyond words at this point, moaning and pleading incoherently as you fuck her, as you pound into her pussy, and as she gasps and cries out. She comes again, just before you do, and the sound of the two of you groaning out your orgasms together, as she clings to you and you spurt deep inside her, is enough to take me so, so close to the edge. But the stimulation from the vibe just isn't enough and I whine as the brief potential fades away.\n\nYou roll over to her other side and she lies back panting on the bed. The buzzing of the vibe suddenly seems incredibly loud and I arch my hips, begging again, 'Please...' not even certin what I'm asking for, if I want the vibe slower or faster or gone, I can't even tell what might bring the most relief.\n\nShe turns her head to look at me and smiles. 'Well let's see what a good fucktoy you can be.' She rises up on her knees and straddles my face. 'Lick my pussy.'\n\nI groan, inhaling the strong, sweet scent of her wetness, and lean in. 'Thank you...'\n\nHer hand grips my hair. 'Thank you what?'\n\n'Thank you, mistress.' She pulls my head forwards and I bury my face in her wetness, licking eagerly at her clit, at her cunt, tasting your come leaking from her lips.\n\nI moan as she settles on top of me, grinding down against my mouth, filling all my senses with her arousal. As I look up I can see her round tits swaying as she moves, her dark hair falling across her shoulders.\n\nHer hand tightens in my hair and I whine. 'Is that the best you can do, slut? I said, lick my fucking pussy.'\n\nI double my efforts, lapping at her soft, wet folds, sucking on her swollen clit, licking and licking as fast and as hard as I can until my tongue is sore and my jaw aching and I'm struggling for breath, but I don't stop, let her smother my face with her cunt, let her pull my hair as she rides my mouth, her juices running down my chin.\n\nShe pulls harder on my hair and I can barely breathe but I don't care. She's starting to gasp and moan and I'm so desperate to make her come, to please her, to please you, that I'm lapping at her clit unceasingly, until her thighs clench around my head and she groans as she comes, her orgasm pushing the last of your come from her pussy into my waiting mouth.\n\n'Good girl,' she tells me as she lets go, climbs off me. You reach over and untie my legs, pulling the vibe away from my clit, and it's simultaneously such a relief and such a loss that I whimper.\n\nYou push my legs apart, exposing my dripping, quivering cunt.\n\n'Please, sir,' I groan out, 'please touch me...'\n\nYou lean in slowly, blow gently against my clit, and I'm so over-stimulated that I convulse at your breath. You lick the swollen pink bud, just once, but it's enough to make me whine, high and desperate.\n\n'Please, please fuck me, please...'\n\nYou use one finger to play with my pussy lips, just teasing them. 'Oh you really want it, don't you?'\n\n'Fuck... yes, yes...'\n\n'But this is my cunt, remember, slut? And do you know what I want?'\n\n'What, sir?' I moan, trying to thrust into your touch.\n\n'I want to make you come, and watch your desperate little cunt clenching and clenching around nothing, and listen to you moan wishing that you were coming on my cock. I want to hear how much you want it.'\n\nYou start to stroke my clit and I'm trembling in seconds, whimpering both in pleasure and frustration, your denying me is turning me on even more, and as much as I'm aching to come, I'm aching for you to fuck me. \n\nShe grasps my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples while you rub hard and fast at my clit, leaving my soaking pussy neglected, and I'm fucking helpless underneath the two of you as you drive me so quickly to a screaming orgasm, the walls of my cunt spasming around nothing, leaving me still feeling empty even as I come down, my body flooded with pleasure.\n\nI'm hovering on the edge of consciousness after that, and you untie me to let me rest, but forbid me from touching myself without permission. 'If you please us both again tomorrow,' you tell me, sliding an arm possessively around my naked body, 'maybe I'll fuck you.' I do my best to moan both a plea and a thank you before I fall asleep.

'You,' you say, 'I want to watch.'\n\nI grin, lean over and retrieve my strap-on from the bedside drawer. I kneel up on the bed and adjust the straps around my hips, nestling the base of the smooth silicone shaft against my clit, stroking my hand up the length of it as it juts from my crotch.\n\nShe's watching me with wide eyes, chest still rising and falling as she catches her breath. I pull over a pillow and she lifts her hips for me to slide it under. I rake my fingers down her inner thighs and she moans softly, her legs falling open. \n\n'So you want me to fuck you then?' \n\nShe nods. 'Yeah, yeah...'\n\nI guide the head of the strap-on to her pussy, sliding it slowly up and down through her wetness. She arches up into the sensation, her hands rising to play with her tits.\n\n'That's it,' I tell her, just circling her clit with the head of the cock, 'Show him. He wants to see how much you want it.'\n\nShe turns her head to look at you, moaning as she sees your hand still moving up and down your dick. She slides one hand down between her legs, takes hold of the strap on and drags it down to her dripping entrance. 'Fuck me,' she pleads, eyes still on you, and I push forwards into her.\n\nShe moans, her legs hooking around my thighs. I start to fuck her slowly, watching the thrusts moving through her body making her firm tits bounce and her mouth gasp open.\n\n'Faster,' she groans, 'more, more...'\n\nI slide my hands under her and grab her ass, pulling her onto the strap-on as I plunge it harder and faster into her pussy. The pressure against my own clit makes me gasp.\n\nI look over at you, biting my lip at the sight of you wanking over us, and then slowly pull out of her. She moans at the loss and I crawl up her body, offering the tip of the strap-on to her mouth for her to taste her own juices. She sucks on the head, and then when I pull the shaft up to expose my swollen clit she laps her tongue against it and I moan.\n\n'Turn over,' I tell her, and climb off the bed, guiding her back towards me as she rolls onto her hands and knees. I sink the strap-on into her again from behind, and she groans and pushes her ass up. \n\nI grip her hips and start to fuck her hard, the base of the strap-on grinding onto my clit and driving me to go faster. My hands move up the long expanse of her back, slide around to squeeze her tits, flick at her clit, make her shudder beneath me.\n\nI look over my shoulder and beckon you towards us. You rise from the chair and move to stand behind me, your hard cock pressing against my ass, your hands cupping my tits.\n\n'What do you want?' you ask into my ear, and I moan, slowing my thrusts into her as I turn my head and kiss you.\n\n'I want you to spank me while I fuck her,' I murmur against your lips. 'Then I want you to jerk off and come, and I want you to come all over my back, and my ass, and my thighs, while I fuck her.' I arch back a little, rubbing against your cock. 'What do you think?'\n\nYou slap my ass in response, hard and stinging, and I gasp and moan, leaning forward over her back, my tits pressing against her. You deal out rough, steady spanks to each of my cheeks, the force of your hand slamming through me and thrusting the strap-on harder into her pussy, making the two of us moan almost in unison. \n\n'Fuck...' I whimper, the base of the strap-on rubbing so well against my clit, and the sound of her moaning beneath me and the heat of your hand on my ass driving me closer and closer to the edge.\n\nYou switch hands, using one to rake your fingernails over the stinging red flush on my ass, the other to stroke your cock. I glace over my shoulder to watch you, moan at the sight of your thick, hard dick, pre-come shining from the tip, almost ready to come all over me.\n\nYou spank me again, hard and sudden. 'Faster, harder,' you tell me. 'Come on, fuck her.'\n\nI groan and speed up, slamming my hips into her ass, slamming the cock into her pussy. I reach a hand round to rub her clit and she's moaning and moaning, leaning down into her arms on the bed, her back beautifully arched. \n\nI can hear your breathing getting sharper, hear you start to moan and cry out, and I feel the first splash of hot come across my ass, then up the small of my back, over my hips, coating my flushed skin and dripping down the backs of my thighs.\n\nI gasp, shuddering as I grind my clit against the strap-on, and then you thrust three fingers inside me from behind and I come suddenly, fiercely, my thrusts juddering to a stop as I collapse against her back.\n\nWe all end up under the covers eventually, the strap-on cast aside on the bedside table, and as I fall asleep I'm already thinking about getting her to fuck me with it while I suck your cock, maybe in the morning.

My moans are answered by louder ones, higher-pitched wines, and the sound of them tempts you into action. You walk down the corridor to my bedroom door and pause, listening, as her moans grow sharper, more urgent. \n\nYou knock on the door. Her moans die away into gasps and you hear a muffled '[[come in]].'

Are you [[by yourself]] or [[with me]]?

It's late and you can't sleep, your thoughts and your body restless. You're lying back on your bed, stretching out, relaxed and warm under the covers. You stripped down to just your underwear and a nightshirt before you got in, and now your hands are gliding idly over your hips, touching the tops of your thighs, just feeling the softness of your skin beneath your fingertips. \n\nYou lightly trail your fingers across the fabric of your panties, feeling the softness of your pubic hair beneath. Your other hand skirts up across your stomach, sliding across the satin of your nightdress. It's smooth and slightly cool against your warm skin, and as you concentrate on how your touch feels through it, your nipples start to firm and peak against it.\n\nYou relax your head back against the pillow, eyes closed, breathing light and steady. You take your time touching yourself, feeling all the contours of your body, soothing and arousing yourself with slow, gentle strokes of your hands across your chest, your stomach, your hips, your legs. You cup one breast in your hand and start to massage it, feeling your nipple harden still further against your palm, feeling the tingling pressure as you graze against it, feeling that tingle spark out through your body, like energy down a wire, starting at your breast and lighting in your cunt.\n\nYou spread your legs, stretching out, making yourself comfortable. You keep playing with your tits, using both hands now, cupping and squeezing and rolling them in your palms, letting the warmth start to gather between your legs. A long, relaxed sigh escapes your lips, soon followed by a low moan as your fingertips tease your nipples through the satin.\n\nYou bite your lip and pull down the lacy top of the nightdress, tracing your fingertips across the edge of your bra, before sliding your hand inside. Your breast is so warm and so soft as you cup it, but firm too, your nipple peaked and hard against your palm. \n\nYou shift your hips as a slow shudders aches through your body, as you push your chest up and into your own grasp, surrending to your own touch. You keep one hand on your breast, slide the other down your body to rest on your hip, feeling the edge of your panties there, the silky green-blue ones with white lace that match your bra, the ones you bought on a whim only yesterday because they looked so pretty and they make you feel luxurious and sexy and gorgeous.\n\nYou stroke your fingertips back and forth across the fabric of your panties, and then slowly slip them inside. When you finally slide your fingers down against your lips, you gasp in surprise at how wet you are. Your juices and hot and smooth, inviting your fingers to explore, to glide along your thin labia, to stroke the small, high peak of your clit, to dip down to the wet, soft lips of your pussy.\n\nYou go slow and light at first, relaxing into the gentle pleasure of your own touch, letting your gasps turn to moans. You play and explore every sensitive spot, spreading your wetness up to your clit, resting your hand against your soft pubic hair and just feeling your cunt twitch and tingle with arousal.\n\nSlowly you start to draw circles over your clit, gradually building a lazy rhythm. For a while you don't even move your fingers, just rest them there while you shift your hips and rub against yourself. You bite your lip and moan at the sensation, at the satisfaction of rolling your hips, at the slow burn of pleasure building in your clit.\n\nYou slide your other hand down between your legs, use it to spread yourself open while you play with your clit, while you roll it under your fingertips, stroke the senstitive spots on either side. You can feel heat and wetness flooding from inside you and the fingers of your other hand slowly slide down to your pussy lips. Your entrance is so warm and wet and soft, so inviting when you slip your fingers inside.\n\nYou moan at the pressure of your fingers inside yourself, even stop touching your clit for a moment to really feel your hot, tight muscles flexing around the sensation of being filled. You start to move your fingers, pushing up against the inner wall of your cunt, feeling the deep ache of pleasure at the friction and pressure there.\n\nYou start to stroke your clit again as you finger yourself in a slow, steady rhythm, eyes closed and lip bitten, moaning as you touch yourself exactly the way you like, as you make yourself feel so good. You can feel the heat from between your legs spreading through your body, can feel the heat in your chest as your heart beats faster, can feel the flush of arousal spreading across your cheeks.\n\nYou push the covers away and pull up your nightdress a little more, sprawling relaxed and uncaring on the bed, gasping as you play with youself, and if anyone could see you, you'd take their breath away. \n\nYou glance towards your bedside table briefly, wondering if you want [[toys]] tonight or just your [[hands]].

You push open the bedroom door, find me spread out on the bed by myself, my dildo deep in my cunt as I fuck myself with it, groaning, my hips arching off the bed. My eyes open as I hear the door and I smile, moaning your name in greeting.\n\nI pull the dildo out and get to my feet, my heels drawing your attention to my stockings, my lacy suspender belt, the bra pushing my tits up and together. You can tell I've dressed up for you, can tell I've been planning this, as I cross the room towards you and push you up against the door, kissing you hard and deep.\n\nYour arms wrap around me, one hand sliding into my hair as the other grabs my ass and pulls my hips to yours. I reach down between us, feel your hardness pressing against my palm, and groan into your mouth.\n\n'Been having fun?' you murmur between kisses and I grin, 'Mm-hmm...'\n\n'Been thinking about me?' \n\n'Yes...'\n\nYou pull me tighter in and I can feel your erection pressing hard against me. 'Thinking about my cock?'\n\nI moan out another 'yes...', kiss you deeply again, and then pull back, smiling, holding your gaze as I hook my fingers into the waistband of your jeans and pull you forward by your crotch, towards the bed.\n\nI stop at the edge and lie back onto the bed, but when you move to lean over me I lift a hand to your chest and push you back. \n\n'Stay,' I tell you, reaching for my dildo again. I lift my legs up onto the bed and spread them wide. 'Watch.'\n\nI slide the tip of the dildo slowly down through my wetness to rest at my flushed, glistening pussy lips. I hold your gaze as I push it into my cunt, groaning softly as it fills me again. Your eyes shift between my face and watching the thick shaft disappear inside me.\n\nI start fucking myself with a slow, steady rhythm, my hips rising and falling to meet the thrusts, my free hand grasping at my tits, teasing my nipples. My eyelids flutter a little with the deeper thrusts, but I keep my eyes on you, watch your hands move to unzip your jeans and pull out your hard, thick cock.\n\nI lick my lips. 'Take your clothes off.'\n\nI slide my free hand down to play with my clit as you start to strip, moaning louder now as I stroke myself. I watch you, watch you bare your arms and your chest and your stomach and your ass and your legs until you're naked in front of me. You wrap your fingers around your cock and I groan watching you, rubbing harder and faster at my clit as I keep thrusting the dildo into my cunt.\n\n'Do you want to fuck me?' I ask you.\n\nYou nod.\n\n'Say it.'\n\n'I want to fuck you,' you growl out and I whimper, pounding my pussy with my dildo, my hips arching into it, as my fingertips fly over my clit.\n\nMy stockinged legs are splayed wide, thighs trembling, as my moans get louder and higher and more needy. 'Again... More...'\n\n'I want to fuck you... I want to slide my cock into your dripping wet cunt and feel you clenching around me...'\n\nI whine, rubbing faster and faster at my clit, until I cry out loud and high-pitched and gasping as I come, and you watch my body arch with the force of it, watch my cunt lips fluttering around the base of the dildo where it rests deep inside me. \n\nWhen my shudders have subsided, I slide the dildo from my drenched depths and drag it lazily up the length of my body to my lips, keeping my eyes on you as I dart my tongue out to taste my juices from the shaft, as I slip the cunt-warmed tip into my mouth. \n\nYou start to lean down over me, watching me play with the toy, and I hook my legs around yours, letting you feel the smooth softness of my stockings against the backs of your thighs. I pull the dildo from my mouth and set it aside, stretching my arms up above my head to push my tits up, spreading myself out for you.\n\n'Do you want me?' I ask you again.\n\n'Yes...'\n\nI lick my lips as I look up at you. 'Show me, touch me...'\n\nYour hands grasp my tits and I moan at your touch. Your fingers find my nipples, pinch them, rake across my skin, and I whine and arch, and I'm so wet you can smell me, can smell how much I want you. Your every touch is making me gasp and jerk.\n\nYour fingertips stroke the lace of my suspender belt, then the satiny straps that splay across my thighs holding up the stockings. Your hands slide along the soft fabric and then push my legs up, one hand holding them in the air while the other squeezes my ass, deliving two fast, stinging spanks to each cheek. \n\nI cry out, high and needy from the back of my throat, and from this angle you can see my pussy twitching in response. You push my legs apart, spreading my shining, hungry, flushed pussy out before your gaze, my swollen pink clit. When you touch me it's teasing at first, light, soft, just a brush of your fingertip over my clit, a tease of your tongue at my lips, a rake of your nails across my inner thigh.\n\nI whine and plead until you give me more, until you're gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise and licking my pussy and making me writhe and moan out a torrent of: 'Scott.. Scott... fuck... oh fuck... I love you... I love you...'\n\nYou slam your fingers inside me, lapping at my clit, and I arch and come for you, still gasping, 'I love you, I love you, I love you...'\n\nI pull you up and kiss you, dragging you down with me onto the bed and rolling over so I can straddle you, so I can kiss your chest and your stomach and your hips and your thighs, and breathe in the scent of you as I mouth at your balls, as I lick slowly the length of your cock, hungrily licking up the drops of pre-come at the tip.\n\nI look up at you, watching your face as I sink my lips down onto your cock, taking your thick shaft deep into my mouth. The weight and firmness and heat of your dick feels so good against my tongue, between my lips, and I can feel my cunt twitching with the desire to feel it inside me, to feel you slammed balls-deep into my pussy.\n\nI moan around your cock at the thought and arch my back, pushing my ass into the air. You grip a hand in my hair and pull me up, ask me, 'What do you want?'\n\n'I want you to fuck me,' I reply, instantly.\n\n'Here, [[on the bed]]? Or maybe, [[at the window]]?'

You watch as one hand drifts slowly over my hipbone, grazing the top of my thigh as I pant for breath, biting down on my lip hard. You watch as one finger gradually slides across the fabric of my panties until it finds my clit, watch my whole body convulse in relief, watch me bite back a moan.\n\nI try to stop, you see my hand wavering, but now that I've started I can't resist, I'm already so desperate and the touch feels so good that I find myself rubbing hard and fast on my clit. I won't come, I tell myself, just relieve a bit of the ache, just a bit, I won't come. Oh but it feels so, so good that I keep going faster and harder.\n\nI'm get so close that I have to drag my hand away, panting as I lie back, struggling to regain control. I hear some movement from the other room and quickly lift my hands back above my head, gripping the pillow again while I try to calm my breathing, watching the door and waiting for you.\n\nYou're carrying a flogger when you come back, long strips of leather hanging down by your side as you approach the bed. You lean forwards, take hold of my panties and pull them off, bunching up the fabric drenched in my juices and your come, and push it into my mouth. I moan in question through the gag, but you just drag the flogger slowly across my tits, watching them heave with my breathing.\n\n'Spread your legs.'\n\nI obey, but you flick the flogger sharply against one of my tits. 'Wider.'\n\nI stretch my legs wider, revealing my soaking cunt to your gaze, but you flick the flogger again and I moan.\n\n'Wider, slut.'\n\nI stretch them as far apart as I can, my whole body taut and exposed before you, as you idly trail the tails of the flogger over my skin.\n\n'Don't think I don't know,' you say, softly, as the touch of the flogger makes me shudder. 'Don't think I don't know what you've been doing.' You whip the leather across my tits again and I cry out, my eyes wide as I watch you. 'Don't think I don't know what a...' Whip. 'Bad...' Whip. 'Filthy...' Whip. 'Naughty...' Whip. 'Disobedient little slut you've been.'\n\nI moan loudly, muffled by the panties stuffed into my mouth. My thighs quiver in trepidation as you slide the flogger down across my stomach.\n\n'You said you'd do what I told you,' you continue, watching me squirm at your words. 'You said you'd do anything. And I gave you one.. little.. instruction...' You trail the flogger ever so lightly over my pussy and I whimper. 'But you were too desperate to touch this dripping cunt of yours, to rub your aching little clit... weren't you?'\n\nI moan, squeezing my eyes shut, and you crack the flogger against my thigh. 'Weren't you?'\n\nI nod. You deliver a stinging whip right across my pussy and I cry out, clenching my legs together on reflex. \n\n'Spread your legs, slut. I won't tell you again.' I moan into the gag as I stretch them out again, and you can see my cunt fluttering, gushing more and more wetness. You work my thighs over with the flogger, the tips leaving stinging red marks against my skin, before slapping my pussy again.\n\nI whine high and desperate in the back of my throat, my eyes pleading, moaning in pleasure and pain as you start on my tits again. When I'm whimpering, you stop and lean down over me, slipping your hand between my legs to feel the burning wet heat of my cunt.\n\n'But since you're such a desperate slut, I'll make you come,' you tell me, in a low, rough murmur, as you start to rub my clit. 'And come. And come. Until I say you can stop.' \n\nYou're not gentle, going hard and fast at my clit, and I groan through the gag. I'd been so close already and with you finally touching me I'm on the edge in seconds. My whole body shudders when I come, but the relief only lasts a moment because the look in your eyes says we're only just getting started. \n\nYou don't change your pace, keep stroking my clit right through my orgasm. My pussy is glistening pink, twitching, visibly aching to be filled, and you just tease my entrance with one finger. My hips are bucking into your touch, my thighs trembling, and when you slam three fingers into my cunt, I come again, my walls clutching at them needily. \n\nMy clit is so sensitive now that I'm practically jerking with every touch, and you slow for a while, teasing me, flicking one fingertip against my clit and watching me writhe and moan, watching my pussy gush. \n\n'That's two... Does it feel good, slut?' I moan from the back of my throat, nodding my head. 'How many do you think we can wring out of your desperate little cunt, hmm?'\n\nYou reach up and pull the panties out of my mouth, and I gasp to breathe freely, licking my dry lips.\n\n'Well? How many?'\n\n'I don't know, sir... oh... fuck...' I trail off as you lean down, push my thighs roughly apart and touch your tongue to my clit. I'm quivering, whimpering at the slightest touch, and you smile. \n\n'Come on, slut, give me three,' you tell me, then suck suddenly on my clit, slamming your fingers back into my soaking cunt, and I cry out, shuddering through another orgasm.\n\nYou lean back, watching me squirm through the aftershocks panting for breath. You keep your eyes on my face as you touch my clit again, and I squeeze my eyes shut and whine.\n\n'Had enough, pet?'\n\nI moan, but don't know how to answer. You start stroking me again and I bite my lip.\n\n'Want more?'\n\n'Please...'\n\n'Please what?'\n\n'Please fuck me...'\n\nYou rub harder on my clit, making me buck and moan. 'What do you say?'\n\n'Please fuck me, sir,' I gasp out, and you smile and lash the flogger against my tits with your other hand.\n\n'Not quite.'\n\nI whimper, arching, pushing my tits, my cunt, towards you, begging with my body. 'Please fuck me, master.'\n\n'Good girl...' You drag the flogger away across my skin and I feel something pressing just at my pussy entrance, but it's cool and unyielding and not you, not what I want. 'Your cunt is just aching to be filled, isn't it, slut?'\n\n'Yes, master... please...'\n\nYou slam the dildo into me and I gasp in sudden pleasure, but then you just leave it there, still in my cunt, and somehow that's worse, even more frustrating.\n\n'Please...' I whine, and you laugh, still rubbing hard at my clit, making my pussy twitch and clench around the cool, unmoving glass.\n\n'It's just not enough, is it?'\n\n'No, master,' I gasp out, trying to thrust my hips and make the thing move inside me.\n\n'Tell me what you want. Convince me how much you want it.'\n\nYour fingers are relentless on my clit and I'm close again, my voice cracking and gasping through the words as I struggle to get them out. 'I want your cock in my cunt... fuck, I want it so badly... and nothing else will do, nothing else is enough... master, I need it, I'm addicted to your cock, please...' I start to whimper as my body shudders through another orgasm, but I don't stop speaking, crying out now, high and needy, 'Please fuck me... please fuck your slut... please... please...'\n\nMy clit is so sensitive now, swollen and throbbing, that I'm sure I can't take much more. I can feel sweat beading on my face, trickling down my back. My head is foggy and all I know is that I'm desperate for you to fuck me.\n\n'I don't know that I believe you,' you tell me, dragging out the words to watch me squirm. 'Maybe I'll leave you here the night, tied up just like this, that dildo keeping your cunt open for me, maybe strap a vibe to your clit to keep you coming once I'm tired of playing with you. Maybe by morning you'll actually be desperate.'\n\nI'm almost incoherent now, moaning and begging, so that when suddenly you pull the dildo out and sink your cock balls-deep into my cunt it's so overwhelming that I find myself screaming through yet another orgasm. \n\nYou fuck me hard and rough while I moan out, 'Thank you... thank you...' crying out and shuddering and panting so constantly from the force of your thrusts and the fucking ecstatic feeling of your cock filling my cunt that I no longer know whether I'm coming or not at any given moment and it doesn't fucking matter.\n\nYou reach up and let my hands out of the cuffs so that you can pin them to the bed yourself, my legs hooked up over your shoulders so that you're completely holding me down, bending me almost in half, fucking me into the mattress, one hand sliding to grip my throat. \n\nWords are still pouring from my mouth between moans, but I feel like I've no control over what they are, a hoarse, gasping mess of please and more and more and thank you and master and I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours.\n\nWhen finally you come, spurting deep inside my grateful cunt, my whole body is thrumming with pleasure and ache and exhaustion. As you slide out of me I have to struggle to stay conscious, needing to know if I've pleased you, needing to know if there's more that you want of me.\n\nThe way you touch me now is gentle but possessive, as you push my sweat-damp hair away from my face and brush your thumb across my lips. 'You did well,' you tell me, and I feel a flood of relief, sighing in pleasure as I relax into your arms. 'Sleep now, pet.' And as soon as you give me permission, I'm unconscious.

'Here, here...' I roll onto my back beside you, my hand going to the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. 'I want you to fuck me until I scream.'\n\nYou move on top of me and I spread my legs wide, wrapping around you and letting you feel the soft smoothness of my stockings against your back. \n\nI moan out your name as you slide into me, tossing my head back and throwing my arms around you, clinging onto you at you fuck me. Steadily you start going faster, harder, making my moans louder and needier and higher as you slam into my cunt.\n\n'More, more,' I'm groaning, 'take me, fuck me...'\n\nYou grab my wrists and pin me to the bed, and when I moan in appreciation, you grin.\n\n'Kinky little whore.'\n\nI whine, arching my hips, trying to get you deeper. 'Yes...'\n\n'Needy, hungry cockslut.'\n\nI moan again, lifting my legs higher up your back, and you use one hand to pull them up to your shoulders. 'Yes...'\n\n'My good, wet cunt. My fucktoy.'\n\nI cry out, half-begging, half-demanding, 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...'\n\nYou're pinning me down, the force of your thrusts slamming through my whole body, making my tits bounce back and forth. The angle you're fucking me has your cock filling my cunt so deeply, making me moan loud with every thrust, almost overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.\n\n'I love you,' I moan, 'I love you...'\n\nYou let go my hands to brace yourself against the bed as you thrust into me faster and faster, and I wrap my arms around you again, hand splayed on your back, pulling you in closer, pressing my face into you neck and kissing your throat with fast, needy kisses, mumbling 'I love you, I love you, I love you' against your skin.\n\nYou come suddenly, spurting deep inside me, filling my cunt with your come. You stay there, collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, your heart pounding fast in your chest against mine.\n\nAfter a while, I reach for the covers and pull them up over us, rouse you sufficiently for us to both roll over to our sides, and fall asleep with my arms wrapped around you.

It's late in the evening when you finish work and check your phone, find the message that I've left you telling you how much I want to see you tonight.\n\nI've left the front door unlocked for you, and you hear me as soon as you get inside, the sounds of my breathy cries and moans soaking through the walls. You pause, listening, wondering if I'm [[alone]], playing with myself, or if I have [[company]].

You close the door behind you, turn back to us both. 'Oh I'd like to join you, if I may.'\n\nI smile and sit up, and she leans up on her arms to turn to look at you. 'You're wearing too many clothes for starters...'\n\nYou start to undress at once, pulling off yourcoat, shoes, your jacket, your shirt. I see her bite her lip as she watches you, and I get up from the bed and cross the room towards you. I kiss you, open-mouthed and tasting of her juices, then hook my fingers into your belt loops and pull you towards the bed.\n\nI push you down onto your back and she straddles your chest, leaning down to kiss you as she pulls your hands to her tits. They're firm and round and she moans softly into your mouth as you squeeze them. \n\nI unzip your jeans and tug them off, stroking the exposed skin of your hips and thighs. I lean down and mouth gently over the hard bulge of your cock through the fabric of your pants, before pulling those off too. You're getting harder and thicker before my eyes and I start to lick at your cock, savouring your smooth heat against my tongue, dipping down to lap at your balls.\n\nShe shifts to one side of you, kissing her way down your torso to find me. I pull back from licking you to kiss her, and as we kneel up either side of you and kiss more deeply, she wraps her hand around your cock and starts to slowly stroke up and down, and I start to tickle your balls with my fingertips.\n\nWe turn our head to watch you close your eyes and sigh in pleasure, then exchange glances with each other and lean down again. She sinks your cock into her mouth while I keep playing with your balls, watching her lips stretch over your thick shaft. \n\nWe take turns kissing and licking along the length of your dick and your hot, heavy balls, kissing each others mouths around your cock, licking the taste of your from each other's tongues. She bobs her head up and down on your cock as I gently suck on your balls, then slide my tongue up when she pulls off to take you into my mouth and sink your dick deep to the back of my throat.\n\nWhen we have you moaning, we smile at each other, crawl up your body to lie either side of you, her hand still idly stroking you while my fingertips flutter at your balls.\n\n'Is it good?' she asks you, kissing your neck. 'What now?' I add, kissing you ear. 'Do you want to fuck her mouth?' 'Or hers?' 'Or her hand?' 'Or her tits?' 'Or my pussy?' 'Or my pussy?'\n\nYour hands slide down, find both of our clits, and we moan together, her high and loud, me lower and more breathless. We lean over your chest towards each other and kiss, long and deep, all eager tongues and moans right in front of your face while you play with us.\n\nSoon we're kneeling up either side of you again and your fingers are in our cunts as we fuck ourselves onto them, her slow and graceful, grinding into your hand, and me faster, my hips jerking as I ride your fingers, gasping out needy moans into her mouth as we kiss and kiss and grasp each other's tits.\n\nMy eyes stray hungrily to your cock again and I slide off your fingers, move down to straddle your hips, and sink myself onto your dick. You sigh in pleasure as the wet heat of my cunt surrounds you and I start fucking myself back and forth.\n\nShe watches your cock vanishing inside me and moans, crawling down to join me. Straddling your legs behind me, she roughly squeezes my tits, pinching my nipples until I moan. She slides a hand into my hair and pulls it back, making me arch and thrust my chest out to show off my bouncing tits.\n\nYour hands grab my hips, gaining leverage to thrust your cock harder up into my cunt. I moan loudly, one hand sliding to my clit, and I glance back over my shoulder to her.\n\n'Spank me.'\n\nHer palm smacks against my ass, then again, and again, making me whine as I bounce on your cock, rubbing hard at my clit. She keeps going until I'm moaning and shaking, until my ass is glowing red, and then she starts to tease my back entrance with something smooth and wet and warm. She gradually fucks a small silicone butt plug inside me, timing her thrusts with your cock sliding into my pussy.\n\nI groan as it comes to rest inside me and rub my clit harder, and when her hands roughly grab my tits again, I shudder and come, my soaking cunt clenching around your cock.\n\nI slide off you and she eagerly takes my place, sinking onto your dick that's already wet with my juices and moaning as it fills her. I turn around and arrange myself over your torso so that I can lick at her clit, lap at her folds and the base of your cock as she slides up and down on it. \n\nI feel your hands on my ass, stroking the blush that she made, and then you spank me as well, making me cry out. Each slap makes the plug shift a little inside me and when you slide your other hand between my legs to swat lightly at my still-twitching cunt, I whimper and groan out your name. \n\nShe fucks herself gracefully up and down on your cock, her hand in my hair as I lap at her clit, her pussy so wet and tight around you. When she's moaning and gripping hard at my hair, I straighten up, move in until my hips meet hers, until our tits are pressed together, and kiss her long and slow while she continues to ride you. \n\nI hum thoughtfully into her mouth, then grasp her hips, lifting her off you and pushing her back onto the bed. I push her thighs wide and bury my face between them, lapping hungrily at her clit as I raise my ass in the air, spread my legs, offer my pussy up for you to fuck.\n\nYour hands slide over my thighs, my ass, then I feel your cock slide into me again and sigh with pleasure. You fuck me leisurely, fucking my face into her pussy as I lick and lick and lick at her wet, pink, delicious cunt.\n\nShe quivers and comes with a soft groan, and I lap up her gushing juices, moaning as the force of your fucking presses me closer into her cunt that's radiating heat.\n\nShe slides out from under me as you keep fucking me, and I'm crying out louder now, moaning, so absorbed in the sensation of your cock that I don't even notice she's put on a strap on until she's pushing the tip between my lips and I'm eagerly sucking on the thick, firm shaft. \n\nI open my eyes and look up at her, admiring the fit of the straps across her hips, the swell of her tits as they rise and fall with the motion of her thrusting. \n\nYou and she swap positions, until she's pounding into my cunt from behind, and you're thrusting into my mouth, her hands tight on my hips and your hands in my hair, and I'm moaning around your cock. The force of her fucking me pushes you deeper into my throat, and the feel of your hot, thick dick filling my mouth makes me arch and thrust back against her. \n\nShe stretches up as she hits her rhythm, circling her hips as she fucks into me in deep, measured strokes, her round tits bouncing with the motion. You pull out of my mouth, lean down to kiss me briefly, then move around behind her. \n\nShe leans back over her shoulder and kisses you, never breaking her stride in fucking me. Your hands slide down her body, cupping her bouncing tits, stroking her thrusting hips. She bends forward at your touch, pushing me down onto the bed as she spreads her legs for you.\n\nYou slide your cock back into her wet, tight cunt, and she whines, stilling inside me. For a moment the three of us lie there, deep inside each other, breathing hard, and then slowly we find a rhythm, you fucking into her, her fucking into me, me spread out moaning under both of you, moaning both your names, moaning for you to fuck me.\n\nFor a moment she pulls out, lifts up for me to turn over underneath her, and when she slides back into my cunt I moan so loudly. I wrap myself as far around the both of you as I can, hooking my legs around the backs of your thighs and my arms around her neck, pulling you both needily into me. \n\nShe's gasping at the thrusts of your cock into her pussy, the force flooding through into her strapon, into my cunt. It feels so fucking good, it feels like we could stay like this forever, one endless circle of fucking and moaning and coming. \n\nThe motion of her fucking me is making her pussy so tight for you, and the harder you fuck her, the harder she fucks me, the more my hands rove to her tits, to your ass, the more her mouth bites at my neck, sucks at my tits, the more you grasp at her hips, her tits, my ass.\n\nYou fuck her harder and harder and faster and faster until you come, gripping her hips and spurting deep inside her pussy. \n\nYou lie back against the pillows, catching your breath, but the two of us aren't finished yet. I push her onto her back and suck my juices from her strapon, before licking her pussy, lapping up your come as it slips out of her. She whines and moans as I start to finger her, pushing the strapon out of the way to suck on her clit and fuck her with my fingers until she comes.\n\nShe pulls me back onto her cock and I ride her while I grasp at my tits and rub my clit, while I writhe and moan and make myself come on the strapon. \n\nYou're watching us intently and by the time we've both come, you're hard again. And our cunts are dripping wet and ready.

I whine, arching back into your touch. 'Yes...'\n\nYou laugh, deliver another slap to my red cheeks. 'That's not an answer.'\n\nThe spank makes me moan. 'Yes, my ass.'\n\n'Yes your ass what?' You spank me again and I moan, louder, my legs trembling a little.\n\n'Yes I want you to fuck my ass,' I groan, and then, 'oh fuck...' as your fingers sink inside me, one, then two, gradually stretching my tight hole.\n\nYour other hand drops from my neck to my tits, squeezing roughly, and fuck I want your touch all over me, want you everywhere inside me, want you filling me deep and full, want your marks on me, want you to claim me, want you to take me. \n\nYou're fucking me with your fingers and I'm whimpering, pushing back against you, spreading my legs wider for you, my fingers clenching and unclenching, sliding against the smooth windowpane.\n\nI can feel your hard cock pressing up against my ass and suddenly I want you inside me so intensely that I reach back and grasp your shaft, feeling it slick and firm and ready, and guide it to my entrance. You grip my hip to hold me still as you slowly push your cock inside me, as I gasp and moan as your thick shaft stretches me open.\n\nYou pause, pull back a little and thrust again, pushing deeper this time, and I cry out, cry out incoherent whines and 'oh fuck' and 'Scott' and 'fuck me'. You bite down hard on my shoulder and I almost scream, my hands scrabbling at your back to try to pull you closer, to try to hold onto you.\n\nYour mouth is hot on my neck, kissing and biting and sucking and I'm whimpering your name over and over again.\n\n'I want your fingers in your cunt,' you murmur into my ear, and I moan and drop a hand between my legs. 'I want you fucking yourself while I fuck you.'\n\nMy cunt is so wet and burning with heat and I thrust my fingers as deep as I can, pounding my pussy while you pound my ass, my palm grinding up against my clit, and I'm shuddering and shuddering. Your hands are all over me, grasping my hips, my thighs, my tits. 'Mine,' you're breathing against my skin between bites, and I'm groaning back, 'Yours, yours, yours.'\n\nYour thrusts get faster, shorter, your balls slapping against me, the sound echoing my fingers slamming into my dripping cunt, and you slide your hand up to my neck again, the smooth leather now so hot against my skin.\n\n'I'm going to come,' you groan into my ear, 'and you're going to come with me.' I whimper and you kiss the side of my neck. 'You're going to come with my cock in your ass and your fingers in your cunt, and my name on your lips. Understand?'\n\n'Yes.. yes.. yes...' I moan, fucking myself faster, rubbing harder and harder against my clit, feeling you holding me and taking me and fucking me, pushed up against the window where anyone could see, and I'm whining and whining and then I'm coming, gasping, 'Scott, Scott... Scott...' before descending into wordless moans as you tense and cry out and come deep inside me.

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