Silvia opened the door softly and observed Julia’s sleeping form. The drawn curtains filtered the light, and everything looked muted and dreamy. She set the tray on the dressing table and approached the bed.
“Julia, darling—how are you feeling?”
She watched attentively as her lover turned and opened sleepy eyes, stretching her arms and yawning. As unselfconscious as ever, the sheet fell away to reveal the soft pear shape of Julia’s breasts. Silvia caught her breath at her beauty, even in her drowsy, fevered state.
“A little better thanks. I feel thirsty like I could drink a gallon!”
Silvia laughed and stepped to the tray where a carafe of fresh water was clinking with ice. She poured out a glass and passed it to Julia, who sipped tentatively.
“Let me take your temperature,” Silvia was already shaking the thermometer with authority, placing it under Julia’s tongue.
While they waited, she straightened the covers and plumped the pillows. She removed the thermometer and studied the reading.
“Back to normal,” she smiled, “but you can have some paracetamol if your head is aching.”
“I love it when you take care of me,” Julia offered a cheeky grin, another sign of how much she’d recovered.
“Do you want to watch TV or read a book?” Silvia was still a little concerned.
“Would you read to me?” Julia asked, “Better still, tell me a sex story.”
“Your wish is my command.” Silvia smiled.
She arranged a few throw cushions against the headboard so she could be comfortable. Pausing, she studied one which sparked a memory, and a smile quirked her lips.
“How about our evening with George?”
“Ohh, that’s my favourite story,” Julia giggled, moving so that her head rested in Silvia’s lap. “We were his groupies!”
“Writing groupies,” Silvia agreed as she combed gentle fingers through Julia’s hair. Her face took on a dreamy expression. “We brought him back to our love nest and let him watch us make out.”
“Do you believe he had never seen two women making love?” Julia asked.
“Nooo, he’s a man of the world, a stallion in the bedroom. I don’t imagine we were the first lesbian couple he’d played with.”
Julia was silent, her expression thoughtful.
“But we were the best,” she stated. She popped one of Silvia’s slender fingers in her mouth and nibbled teasingly at its pad.
“Undoubtedly, we were the best. He came twice, didn’t he? I couldn’t say how many times I came; I experienced so many of those fluttering orgasms that just happened. You know, the ones you anticipate and build towards, and they do throb, but you’re left still as horny. Like your body is still saying, ‘Let’s go, I need more!’”
“Mmmm, I like them,” Julia swirled her tongue around Silvia’s digit and sucked suggestively, making it feel like she was fingering her pussy. “But George made me come big!”
“I helped,” Silvia pouted, “he couldn’t have done it without me,” She playfully pinched Julia’s nipple, making the blonde yelp and wiggle her hips in response. “I kept your engine revving with my fingers and tongue. I kept his pecker perky too.”
“Do you remember his delight when we licked him, balls to tip, me kneeling on one side and you on the other? That sure made George groan, us using our tongues to treat him like a popsicle.” Silvia stroked Julia’s hair.
“Sometimes our tongues touched when we licked over his crown and we kissed,” Julia purred. “He liked watching us French kiss. ‘Lose yourselves in each other, ladies,’ he’d say. And truthfully, that first time, I did forget he was there in the dark, taking notes.”
“It was like a dream,” Silvia agreed, “caressing you and licking your sopping pussy, putting on a show for George’s hungry gaze. Knowing that he was writing notes in his journal, I felt like a star in a hot sex show. Being aware he was recording our every move in his little black book made me crazy with need.”
“It made me feel beautiful,” Julia sighed, drawing Silvia’s hand down her body so that it skimmed her soft belly, tickled her hairless mound and hooked at the entrance to her cleft. “Touch me, Sil, please.”
Her doe eyes held a plea that Silvia was powerless to resist, so she stroked her blonde lover gently and settled in to describe their encounter.
“We had fallen asleep, but I awoke and saw George was still scribbling. He would occasionally mutter to himself or look across at our naked forms, entwined and abandoned, drunk from our fucking.
“I asked him if he liked what he saw… ‘Very much,’ he replied. But lifting his gaze to meet mine, he wore the expression of a starving man presented with a banquet or a stallion in the stalls awaiting the start of a race. Yet he looked conflicted. If the artist within was battling to suppress his virility, I was determined to tip the scales and release the beast.
“I caressed your breasts while he watched. His eyes followed my every touch as I teased… strumming your hips and buttocks softly, then more insistently until you too awoke, languorous like a cat who’s got the cream. I couldn’t leave the poor man hanging any longer… I moved to where he sat.
“When I stood behind George, my nipple grazed his arm. I was aware my body was alluring, exuding the aroma of desire. I blew on the nape of his neck, and he shuddered, then I whispered that he should stop writing about sex and come do it.” Silvia paused the story to flash her lover a wicked look, “And you, my naughty temptress, you played along perfectly… You parted your thighs to show him what he was missing. George was no fool; he set his notebook and pen aside and approached the bed.”
“He tried to handle us both together,” Julia sighed, subtly pressing her hips forward to encourage Silvia’s fingers to dip between her swollen lips.
“Yes,” Silvia agreed, taking the hint and massaging her lover’s clit before sliding two digits into her clutching channel. “While you lay on the bed, I knelt by his side, watching him frig you as he fondled my ass. You were using your bare feet to rub his cock through his trousers, which looked hot and hard. It was obvious you were eager to feel him. Your pussy was glistening with wetness.”
“I had his pants off in a moment!” Silvia chuckled. “And while he had a hand in each of our slits, rubbing and thrusting, I got to work suckling his meat. He was mostly focused on you, my greedy girl,” she bent to kiss Julia, pushing her fingers deeper, “but when I rotated my hips he hit the spot.” She twisted her knuckle to mimic the motion, and Julia writhed and drove her pelvis upwards to embrace the sensation.
“His prick was so pretty,” Julia whimpered. She flicked out her tongue as if she could taste his salty precum. “I took him between my lips, then deep in my throat—I couldn’t get enough.” She sighed with contentment and parted her thighs for Silvia to diddle her faster.
“I was gagging for my turn, my pulse was drumming, and nectar was drooling from my pussy, but I focused on you,” Silvia recalled. “He lay you back, and I spread your legs then gobbled him deep, stretching my mouth to get him as slippery and ready as I already was. But before he could take you, I straddled your face and made you eat my snatch. I couldn’t wait a moment longer, my belly fluttering with desire, and when you thrust into me with splayed fingers and lashed me with your tongue, tendrils of pleasure wound me tightly, driving me wild. You stoked a fire in my core.”
“Ohhh baby, yes! That was hot AF!” Julia was trembling and bucking, maybe from the memory of that night, but more likely in response to the twisting and teasing of Silvia’s fingers between her thighs. “I had your big tits in my hand, massaging them roughly the way you like best. Your hot kitty was over my face, and I was begging to lick and tongue you until your juices ran down my chin.”
“Talking of juices,” Silvia sucked her fingers lasciviously, “you taste delicious.”
“Pineapples,” Julia winked, “make your honey even sweeter.”
“You’re a sexy minx,” Silvia teased, “and that’s why George fucked you first. He lined up that delicious cock, then claimed your hole, and plugged it hard.” She slid another finger deep inside, pumping her the same way.
“Aaah, that feels good,” Julia shuddered.
“I know you like it rough, and George was a quick learner. He might be cunnilingual, but always remember, eating pussy is my first language! Now I’m going to lick you till you cum, so you’d better take over the story.”
Silvia lowered herself on the bed until her head was level with Julia’s mound. She grasped her lover’s curvy hips and latched her lips onto the bud of her clit.
“I’ll try, but it’s hard to concentrate when you’re doing that,” Julia gasped.
The story fell silent as Sylvia feasted. The wet sounds of her ministrations awoke excited whimpers and moans from Juila, who grew incoherent with arousal for a few moments.
“Keep going with the story,” Silvia scolded, “Otherwise, I’ll quit licking.”
Julia snapped back to attention, and she picked up the thread. “When George pulled out, you sucked him off. That’s right, I was so envious that you were using your hands and mouth to worship the god Priapus, I scooched underneath to suck his balls and tickle his ass. He liked our double act a lot, and was saying ‘yes, yes’ and thrusting his hips between your lips and into your hand.” Julia paused, taking a breath and grabbing handfuls of Sylvia’s hair, pulling her in tighter.
“Then you moved over me, Silvia, in a sixty-nine, which gave George full access to your pussy from behind. You were munching me, the fabulous way you are doing now, darling, and using your fingers to fill me. All the while, George was plowing you like sex was an Olympic sport.”
Sylvia moved over Julia now, as she had done that night with George and worked her fingers faster, thrusting rhythmically in Julia’s pussy, simultaneously suckling and nibbling at her glistening bud.
“Ohh more,” Julia cried, thrashing her head from side to side. She widened her legs and pulsed her fingers, eager to mimic the pressure her lover was exerting. She was determined to evoke similar pleasure and make Sylvia lose control.
“Are you thinking of George’s big cock, you little strumpet?” Sylvia called over her shoulder, “You’re as juicy as a ripe peach.”
“I can’t help myself. He was like a raging bull, a supercharged love machine in every way!” Julia eventually answered, but she sounded breathless. “I was also wishing we had the nipple clamps within reach.”
The reply made Silvia squirm. Julia loved to have her nipples bitten and sucked, and doing it to her brought out the ‘top’ in Sylvia, who got off on the control. She looked around the room and saw a scarf draped over the back of a chair. She enjoyed seeing women tightly bound with shibari ropes, the intricate patterns searing their naked flesh and holding them tight. Now, the possibility of restraining her lover excited her.
She lifted her face away from Julia’s pussy and reached for the delicate, colourful accessory.
“Don’t stop,” Julia bleated, but when she saw what Silvia held, her eyes widened in surprise.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Silvia warned, feeling predatory and powerful, winding the scarf in a figure of eight around the globes of Julia’s breasts. Then she tied the spare fabric into a loop that could be pulled to make the wrappings tighten. “Open your mouth,” she instructed before pressing the knot of the loop between her lover’s lips. “Now bite down.”
Julia did as she was instructed. Her pulse was visibly drumming in her neck, and her eyes tracked Silvia’s every movement, burning with desire.
“Lift your chin,” Silvia whispered coolly and was deeply satisfied to see Julia’s breasts perk at the pressure, her apricot nipples distended as the scarf tightened. “Stop, hold it there,” Silvia told her lover, then leaned back to enjoy the view. “Now, who’s got big tits?”
Silvia moved to kneel to the side of Julia and leaned down to draw one darkened nipple into her mouth. She suckled hard, elongating the bud, and was rewarded with a muffled groan. The increase in their sensitivity was gratifying, Silvia’s pussy felt wet and wide as she teased Julia, blowing on her damp teat as she released it. Lowering her mouth over the second aureole, she did the same thing, sucking tightly so that her tongue tingled and the bound woman moaned.
“Just how sensitive are they?” Silvia taunted ruthlessly.
She flicked her fingers tightly against the first nipple, and in response, Julia closed her eyes. When Silvia slapped the under breast sharply she noticed her lover squeezed her thighs together, so she repeated the action a few times until Julia was a hot mess, juices running from her slit and panting with need.
“A little tighter, my love, please,” Silvia instructed.
Julia raised her chin, making her ice cream cone tits jiggle and bulge. Silvia was struck with a wicked idea.
Moving to the jug of water, she scooped out a small lump of ice and used it to rub over the straining stalk of Julia’s nipple. Silvia’s eyes widened with devious satisfaction when the blonde squealed.
“It’s good for bringing down a fever,” Silvia insisted, feeling anything but innocent. Still, she dipped her hand in the jug for more pieces of ice. “I’m sure this will help,” she teased as she drew a circle around the raised nub of Julia’s clit, giggling when it caused her hips to buck off the bed.
“My fever was gone… Sylvia!” Julia exploded, “I’m gonna cum… please?”
“You may.” As she said this, Silvia slid two cold, wet fingers inside her lover’s pussy, thrusting and rubbing Julia’s G-spot while she climaxed. Her belly fluttered, and her hips pumped like a jackrabbit while a stream of incoherent words spilled out of her mouth. Julia’s channel pulsed like a heartbeat, squeezing around the invasion of Silvia’s digits.
In the moments that followed, Julia’s hand rested on her mons as if to trap the good feelings inside.
“That was something else,” she told Silvia.
“I love watching you come undone,” Silvia slid down so her head lay on Julia’s abdomen, sensing the clutches and spasms that signalled her ebbing climax.
“When you take control, Silvia … Ooof! It’s so damn sexy.”
Her breasts had returned to their normal softness, yet Sylvia couldn’t let Julia relax; she was cramping with desire, and she needed her climax just as badly.
“What did you like best that George did that night?” Julia probed Silvia’s memories.
Her mind was so clouded with need that she took a while to consider the question, causing Julia to stab at a guess.
“Did you like deep-throating his cock? When you were sucking on his meat, could you feel it pulse as you gagged and drooled? That’s something I can’t give you,” she paused, an idea appearing to form in her mind, “but we could get a strap-on if you would like that?”
Silvia realised she would indeed like that. “I can’t deny it felt good when I swallowed his length, and the crown nudged the back of my throat, almost choking me.” Sylvia recalled being facefucked by George and how she had loved it. “I also liked how it felt to grip him in my hand, pumping him so tightly. I was watching his expression, and he was gritting his teeth so as not to staff too soon.”
“You’re a power-crazed bitch, you know,” Julia laughed. “Even with a bull stud in the bedroom, you still need to be in charge?”
“Hell yeah!” Silvia laughed and received a playful smack on the rump.
“Bad girl,” Julia was trying to sound stern, but a giggle leaked through. “My bad girl.”
Sylvia picked up something feral in her tone as Julia fondled the fleshy folds of her pussy, and swept her fingers through the nectar that oozed along her slit.
“Bad girls need punishment,” she pinched Silvia’s clitoral hood.
Silvia groaned, parting her legs for more.
“Tough love Silvia, that’s the only way to break you,” her lover raised her hand and slapped Sylvia’s bald mound, creating a resoundingly wet smack sound making Sylvia’s pussy clench.
“Uh-huh,” Silvia agreed, biting her lip and spreading her thighs wider, “punishment works,” she gasped. The heat of the throbbing sensation awoke her body with burning desire.
Julia crushed her mouth against Silvia’s, passion turned ravenous, and her teeth were fierce rather than veiled; her tongue became dominant, making their kiss a battle, not a dance.
“Pinch your nipples,” Julia commanded when she finally broke the kiss. “Bruise and squeeze your tender flesh until it aches.”
She wriggled out from under Silvia and moved stealthily to cover her body, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. “Harder,” Julia urged.
As Silvia complied, Julia watched. She tugged on each nipple with tight fingers, twisting and pinching, ensuring they became as engorged as Silvia had made Julia’s earlier.
With Julia’s mons pressed against hers, Silvia’s pelvis was gyrating, so they rubbed sensuously together. Each movement was a delicious torment, and while she maintained a slow rhythm, their undulations sent sparks of desire that were impossible to resist.
“I have you in my power,” Julia told her. “I can see the wanton emotions flitting across your face.” Then she brought her head down to claim her lover’s mouth.
Julia continued to scissor Silvia, but she brushed her hands aside to alternate from one breast to the other: sometimes nips and nibbles or searing sucks interspersed with tentative licks. Silvia’s breasts became insanely sensitive to every touch. Her hips were rocking up to meet Julia’s writhing motions, and she dug her fingers into the blonde’s buttocks to bind them closer together.
“It’s happening,” Silvia gasped, dazed by the intense feeling of fireworks that began to explode deep inside, the ripples that were tightening her muscles and massaging her core. “Don’t stop!” she begged.
Julia continued to pull on her nipples, chafing the stalks between her teeth like rubbing sticks to start a fire.
Silvia started plucking at the breast that was not being sucked, her nipple distending like taffy. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking her focus to somewhere in her solar plexus where a storm was raging, with crashing waves, thunder, and lightning.
“I’m coming,” she wailed. Her desperation to claim this nipplegasm tightened her body like a bowstring and wiped her mind of coherent thoughts.
“Go for it, Silvia!” Julia encouraged, groping and massaging her breast while using two fingers to frig her. “Come undone, I’ve got you babe.” The rhythm she set was frantic, but her expression was tender, affectionate, and supportive.
Silvia bucked and writhed, even with Julia’s curvy body covering her.
“It’s too…” she gasped, her torso twitching, “too much!”
“Never too much,” Julia scolded, pushing away Silvia’s hand to tenderise that nipple between her teeth.
“Oh, oh, stop!” Silvia yelped, clamping the hand back protectively over her breast.
Her body pulsed a few times as if she was wired up to jump leads before the tension ebbed from her limbs, and she sank back onto the bed.
“The elusive nipplegasm, huh?” she said smugly as she swept Sylvia’s hair from her forehead with cool fingers. “George didn’t give you one of those.”
“You’re the only person to have ever given me one,” Silvia admitted, “But, I did enjoy our friends threesome with George.”
“Me too!” Julia moved around so that she and Silvia could enjoy post-coital cuddles. “It was one of my best nights. Can we watch the film now?”
“Wasn’t my storytelling good enough?” Silvia pretended to be wounded, even as she pressed the button to make the TV screen rise out of the footboard.
“You tell a fantastic story, Sil,” Julia placated, “But you know I drool over the girl they cast as me, she’s such a cinnamon roll. I could gobble her up.”
“Fair enough. I love watching her too.” Silvia settled back against the pillows and cushions. “The girl who acts my part is a cutie, too, but most people’s eyes are on George.”
“He is rather a stud…” Julia sighed, which earned her another playful swat from her lover.
The End

Grenville Manor was a country house hotel I’d always wanted to spend the night in. Imposing, regal and sophisticated it was an out of reach, wish-list dream for a guy like me.
Yet now… here I was. Finally. After years of wishing, wanting and hoping, a recent small win on a lottery scratch card had given me the funds to walk over the expensive threshold and seat myself in the wood-panelled bar and order a whisky, which now sat on the polished round table before me. Later I’d be sleeping in a four-poster bed, a view of the oak-tree dotted estate waiting to greet me in the morning along with a slap-up silver service breakfast.
A low hum of conversation surrounded me, as did the scent of expensive aftershave and perfume. I sipped my drink—it was an exceptional vintage—and let the peaty flavour spread on my tongue.
A couple sat to my right talking quietly and sharing a bottle of bubbles. Celebrating an anniversary perhaps. And to my left three men, suited and booted, had laptops open still appearing to be in the depths of a business meeting. The one with the beard looked up, saw me staring and gave a hint of a smile.
I looked away. I wasn’t interested in conversation with other men or women. Tonight was all about me, my pleasure, my indulgence, it was my treat—the treat of people watching. I was a voyeur. Lost to it. Beyond hope. Watching was my drug. I’d long since accepted that observing others was my addiction. It could be anything; a kiss on a park bench, a couple laying on a picnic blanket on a summer’s day, or, as had happened once, curtains left open during a seductive all-male kitchen scene that had me backing into the shadows and watching the orgasms unfurl.
Turning back to the couple, I saw him whisper in her ear. She ducked her head and giggled. What had he said to her? A promise of multiple orgasms? The kinky treat of being tied to that four-poster bed that was waiting upstairs?
My stomach clenched with excitement for them. I wondered what room they were staying in. Perhaps it would be next to mine, and I could press a glass up to the wall and listen.
I’d done that before.
“Good evening. What can I get you?”
The barman greeted an elegant couple who had just walked in. He was tall and slim with dark hair and she a brunette with bright red lipstick and high heels.
Swirling my drink in its crystal glass, I watched them order white wine and then take a seat in the window. As she sat, candlelight flickering over her face, she looked at me, a long lingering look that had me shifting in my seat. It was as if she could see right through me, into me, and knew my seedy intentions while staying at Grenville Manor.
I swallowed and bit my bottom lip, dragging my attention away from the fact he’d rested his hand on her thigh beneath the table. That was the sort of secret touch I enjoyed noticing. Others didn’t see, but I did.
To my surprise, another couple walked in. Equally elegant, he was a little broader, his dark eyebrows heavy, and he scanned the room as though always on alert.
Military maybe?
She wore a tight red dress with a leopard print belt and all three businessmen paused and turned her way.
Things were getting interesting here.
After ordering wine, they walked past me, the scent of perfume wafting with them, and sat with the other couple in the window seat.
I was surprised because they hadn’t acknowledged each other initially, but now here they were, a foursome—one hell of a sexy foursome. All long, toned limbs and sweet skin. I’d bet the guys had huge cocks, and the girls had tight pussies.
The barman was suddenly at my side. He set down a bowl of pistachio nuts.
I cleared my throat and rid an image of the four guests in the window seat suddenly naked and fucking on the table, wine spilling, the chairs tipping over. “Thank you,” I said to the barman.
He said nothing and walked over to the couple with the champagne.
“So we should go to the room when we’ve finished this drink.” The tall, lean guy said. “I don’t think I can wait while we have two drinks.”
“Charlie, are you always this impatient?” the red dress girl said coyly.
“When you show up looking like that, Lovita, yes, I am.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Dan told me you were hot, but not that you were cock-achingly sexy. I’m struggling not to rip of your clothes and start right now.”
She giggled, the sound tinkling toward me.
My ears perked up. What the heck was going on? They’d met up here with a plan? A plan to…? No, I couldn’t be that lucky.
I pretended to study the nuts with great concentration, poking around in them.
“And Venera,” the petite blonde woman said, Lovita, yes, that was her name. “I adore the shade of your lipstick.” She touched the tip of her finger to the lips of the woman sitting next to her. “It complements your skin tone perfectly.”
“It will soon be messed up,” the big guy, Dan, said, then bit on his bottom lip.
“Oh yeah?” Venera said, raising her eyebrows at him. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna smudge it with my cock.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at her intently.
I also swallowed and beat down a wave of heat in my groin. Damn it, my cock was getting hard. How had I gotten so lucky? I could just hear their conversation and it had thrown my imagination into overdrive.
“We should…” Charlie drained his wine and banged the glass on the table a little harder than was necessary. “Room one hundred and thirty awaits.”
“Oh, is that a suite?” Venera asked.
“Of course, baby.” He grinned a sinful smile that seemed to suggest all the devilish things he was planning on doing in that suite.
Room one hundred and thirty. Where was that? I took my key card out. Room forty-six. Damn, that was nowhere near. How could it be?
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the group stand. Lovita giggled at something Dan said, and Charlie took hold of Venera’s hand. Ohh, it was hotting up already. They were clearly gagging for it and desperate to get each other naked.
I had so many questions. Was this their first time partner swapping with anyone? How did Dan and Charlie know each other? Would the girls kiss and touch each other, too? That was one of my ultimate fantasies. Hell yeah.
I ducked my head as they went past me in a whirlwind of barely restrained lust, testosterone and eagerness. Then, as they went through to the lobby, I finished my drink in one big mouthful.
Rushing to the bar, I waited impatiently as the barman served beardy businessman three lagers, then quickly I signed my whisky to my room. I was eager to follow. I didn’t want to lose them. If it took me ages to find them I might miss the action and that disappointment would be a punch to my guts.
As it was, they’d gone from the lobby and a bite of disappointment nipped at me. But then I saw the elevator stop on the third floor. Quickly I strode to the stairs, rushing past an urn of peonies that must have cost a week of my wages. I took the steps quickly, my cock at a semi now. If I could just get a glimpse of them tumbling into the room with clothes already coming off, I would be a happy voyeur. And then… if they got straight to it and the suite wasn’t too big, maybe I could hear them from the door too. Listen to the moans and groans, the slap of flesh on flesh, the cries for more and the demands for deeper, harder, faster.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered, pressing my palm against my hardening cock as I rushed past level two. The stairs were carpeted, and heavy-framed portraits hung on the wall, olden-day people who would no doubt be horrified at my obsession with watching.
Finally, I reached level three. I looked left and right. All was quiet. They’d moved quickly. The room in front was ninety-nine, and to the right of it, one hundred. I took off to the right at speed, but not too fast, I didn’t want to be caught running like a loony along the darkened corridors.
It took a few minutes but then, there it was in front of me. An end room around a sharp bend, so yes, a suite, one with magnificent countryside views if my sense of direction was accurate.
But what view was I about to get? A writhing, naked, sweaty view if my luck was in.
I swallowed, my throat dry and the whisky still hot on my tongue. Excitement ran like lava in my veins and my balls tightened. What I was about to do was wrong but oh so right.
But what harm was I doing?
None whatsoever.
And then I saw it. A lock. An old-fashioned lock. This room wasn’t accessed with a key card like mine, it seemed the tucked away, luxury suites were different. And that lock…was that…a keyhole? Yes. It was. A buttery glow was coming from it. Light on the other side of the room was shining into the dark corridor. Not only would I be able to hear I’d be able to see into the room.
I almost came in my pants at the thought.
I had an urge to rush to it and drop to my knees but reigned in my eagerness and walked softly. If I made a noise, raced, and they heard me, it would all be over.
With my heart thudding and my zipper pressing onto my erection, I reached the door. For a moment, I paused and listened. What could I hear?
A giggle. A gasp. “Oh…oh…” Gentle moans of need that sang like birdsong into my kinky ears.
I closed my eyes. This was all my birthdays, and Christmases come at once. They hadn’t waited around. They’d got straight down to it.
I got straight down to it too. I folded onto my knees, my palms on the door and the wall and peered through the lock.
My breath hitched, my belly clenched, and I swear a drip of pre-cum leaked onto my boxers.
I’d been right. They had wasted no time, and from my vantage point, I had the best view of my life.
They were all naked, the dim lights caressing their perfect skin and every dip and curve of their bodies. Charlie stood to the left of a soft brown leather sofa, his thick, long cock riding in and out of Lovita’s hairless pussy.
If I’d just seen that, it would have stoked my fantasies for years to come. But there was more. Venera was on her hands and knees on the sofa, tugging at Dan’s boxers as though hungry for her first taste of his cock.
And as hungry as she was for Dan’s cock, Lovita was hungry for Venera. She was pulling at her sinfully small pair of knickers as Charlie fucked her.
“Oh God,” I murmured, shoving my hands into my trousers and fisting my cock at the sight of the erotic foursome sex scene before me. There was no way I couldn’t touch myself while I watched this. It would be seriously frowned upon if I was caught, but I’d take the risk. And it was a calculated risk, this part of the hotel was quiet, and the guests were in their room now, right.
Dan’s boxers were gone, and Venera had wasted no time drawing him into her mouth and wrapping her voluptuous lips around his hard shaft.
He moaned, tipped his head back and pulled her hair up onto the top of her head, controlling her movements as he swung in and out of her.
She moaned though I wasn’t sure if it was because of his dominant hold or the fact that Lovita had buried her face in Venera’s pussy.
I pulled my lips in on themselves, imagining the flavours in both girls’ mouths. Hot hard cock and wet silken pussy. God, that must be good.
Charlie upped his speed and distracted Lovita from working on Venera. She moaned and stared up at him, her body grinding against his and her sweet little breasts jiggling with each of his pounds into her.
“Fuck yeah, do her like that; it’s what she likes,” Dan said hoarsely as he swung his hips for Venera’s mouth. “Don’t you, baby?”
“Fuck yeah,” she gasped. “Like that. Hard, fast, don’t stop, Charlie. You’re so good at that, and…yes…just there…don’t stop.”
“Not stopping.” Charlie gritted his teeth. “God, your pussy is so tight.”
I gripped myself, imagining her tight pussy around my cock. So wet and taut, her eager body urging me on.
Venera’s breasts were pressing on the arm of the sofa as she sucked on Dan’s cock. He slid his hand down the arch of her back and to the cleft of her ass, right to her asshole.
My own asshole clenched. His hands were so big, his fingers inquisitive. What if he probed there? Would he? Would she like it?
The slap of flesh on flesh, Charlie upping the pace as he fucked Lovita. Her panting moans were shoved from her as his hips swung. He found her clit and rubbed it wildly, and her body tensed. For a moment, she seemed to be held hostage by pleasure, and then she let it burst from her in a loud wail.
He stooped and found her mouth in a heated kiss as he cupped her breasts.
“Good girl,” Dan said, his eyes flashing. “You let him make you come like that lots of times. It’s what I promised him.”
“I will.” She was breathless, her mouth slack. “Oh…yes…more. More for us all.” She turned her head and buried her face in Venera’s pussy again.
I could see her slick tongue probing and her fingers pumping into her.
Venera moaned and bucked back for more.
I pulled at my zipper, glad that I hadn’t worn a belt and pulled my cock free. The relief was instant, and I gripped it in my fist and worked it from root to tip, holding in a moan as I did so. These four hotel guests were my dream come true and I hoped this was just the start of my show.
Venera upped her enthusiasm on Dan’s cock, and he hissed in a breath and locked his knees.
He was close, so close.
So was I.
“I want to taste you,” Dan said, pulling his cock from Venera’s mouth. “Sit on the sofa.”
She did as he’d asked, legs wide, glistening pussy spread my way.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered as the pressure in my cock became almost too much to contain. I would come, watching this, but not yet. A few more delicious seconds of watching. Please.
A sudden panic came over me and I turned around and faced the corridor. But all was as it had been quiet, shadowed, no one there.
I turned back to the keyhole and the orgy unfolding.
“So pretty,” Dan said, kneeling before Venera. “Time for me to start making you come.”
“I want to come with your cock inside me. It’s so big,” she said, biting her lips and batting her eyelashes. “Bigger than I’d dared to hope all this week.”
“I’m not going to say no.” Dan gave a deep chuckle. “Ride me, sweetheart.” He lay on the ground, an impressive erection sticking straight up.
Venera looked like that cat that had the cream as she straddled him, her pussy kissing the tip of his cock. Then she sank low onto it. Slowly, savouring every inch.
When he was almost at full depth, he gripped her waist and bucked upward.
Her gasp of delight had my balls packing up tight into my body. My skin was tingling. Sweat peppered my top lip and beneath my arms.
Her breast moved so beautifully, and Lovita clasped them as Charlie fucked her.
They were a twisting mass of achingly beautiful, muscular young bodies, grinding, thrusting, touching and rubbing. The orgasms were flowing, cries for more and gasps of erotic delight punctuating the slap of bodies. Hands were everywhere, grasping and exploring. It was a beautiful dance of lust and satisfaction.
Lovita found Venera’s clit, and while Charlie fucked her, she had Venera coming again.
“That’s it, yes…” Dan gasped the excitement in his tone palpable.
My eyes were wide, and my heart was beating at a wild pace. They all seemed to be coming now. The air in the room was thick with ecstasy. I could smell it, feel it. I was living it.
And then I was coming too. The pressure in my cock had to release. I braced myself against the door with my free hand and held my breath.
As the first spurt filled my palm, I didn’t blink. I kept on watching, staring. The image of two cocks driving into two wet horny pussies was my heaven, my nirvana. I held in a cry of bliss by biting on my bottom lip. I tasted blood. But that just added to my pleasure, and I clamped my ass cheeks together as another rope of cum left my cock. There was more, and as the two women kissed while the men fucked them, my last spurt of release was almost my undoing. My spine was weak my breaths hard to catch.
They were so hot, the ultimate wank fodder. And they’d just fuelled my voyeurism to stratospheric levels. Now I knew I couldn’t be saved. I was well and truly hooked. I liked watching it more than I liked being a part of it. It was my make up, who I was. And I was never going to apologise or go to meetings to be weaned off.
I loved to look. It was in the very core of my DNA. I was an eternal voyeur.
The End

Cherry opened the email and scanned its contents, her excitement growing as she took in the information it contained: flight details, and check-in numbers. She checked the dates: mid-January—just when the winter blues tended to hit the hardest. Her elation soared—Sylvan was an absolute darling. This was exactly the pick-me-up she needed, but it would also be their first time together: Just her and Sylvan, for four days and three nights.
This break, in an alpine chalet, represented the culmination of months of escalating flirting, which became steamy hot sexting. Cherry could hardly wait to revel in all the sensual delights he’d promised and to reciprocate in kind. She wanted to know Sylvan inside out, to experience his gentle side and his wild, primal nature, to learn his sexual repertoire from stealthy teasing to combustible jackhammer fucking. She also had an arsenal of tricks she intended to share.
Licking her lips, she palmed her phone into the pocket of her suit jacket while looking around the sleek hotel lobby. Meriam should be back from her break any minute. Then Cherry would be relieved of her position at the reception desk for the time it took to get a coffee and visit the bathroom. She was impatient for her colleague to return. While she scanned the list of guests still needing to check out, she mentally composed a suitably saucy message to thank Sylvan.
***
Did it get much better than this? Cherry drew on her vape and let her head fall back against the deeply cushioned chair. Outside were peaceful, evergreen trees amid thick carpets of snow. Inside this cosy log cabin, she was relaxed and pampered. A soft white waffle robe was wrapped around her, which felt comforting against her skin, plus the pulsing shower she had just taken had rendered her almost boneless.
Cherry reached for her glass and brought the sparkling, golden liquid to her lips. She’d drunk champagne before, but never such an excellent vintage. She felt regal, like Marie Antoinette, on whose fine breasts the shape of the glass was reputedly modelled.
Her sense of pleasure and well-being was certainly multiplied by the sensations being created at the apex of her thighs. She spread her naked legs for Sylvan, who knelt with his face buried in her snatch so he could perform magic with his tongue. Cherry was torn between closing her eyes to let his ministrations send her floating off on a cloud of toe-curling delight and wanting to watch the eager alacrity with which he licked and sucked the precious pearl nestled between her labia.
In the end, she decided she’d watch him because he was watching her. Sylvan’s eyes bored into Cherry’s soul, sending messages of love and devotion. He was focused, not content simply to pleasure her and certainly not to pursue his own agenda. Rather, Sylvan seemed absolutely determined to take her to the threshold of heaven, and for this, he monitored every second of her enjoyment. If his caresses did not have Cherry mewling like a baby or clawing at the bedsheets, he would redouble his efforts to inject lust and longing into her loins.
The stubble of Sylvan’s beard rasped against the smooth planes of Cherry’s legs and her pale pink panties, which he’d pulled aside. His facial hair added an indefinable tickle and torment to her most tender folds as he lapped around the edges of her entrance, turning her pussy into a puddle of delight.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, briefly pausing in his oral worship.
As he rubbed the slick bead of her clit with his pursed lips, Cherry took a final drag on her vape and then put it aside.
“You make me feel glorious,” she told him, sincerity in every word.
“You are my goddess,” Sylvan proclaimed before lifting her foot from the floor to lave around it and between her toes with his tongue. “Every inch of you is edible.”
He extended her leg to easily suck and nibble on the pad of her big toe. When he kissed, then traced, the wrinkled arch of her foot with his tongue, Cherry sighed aloud, wondering what she had done to deserve his servitude. Yet she could not be surprised, hadn’t she written him an erotic sexual fantasy set in a rich woman’s harem that featured the delights of having her toes sucked and nibbled by a score of devotees?
Sylvan’s reply to the tale had been to say he was sure her feet were as beautiful as every other part of her. Then he promised that, when they met for the first time together, he would take each toe in his mouth and suck them in turn. He’d expressed a desire to hold her feet together, curving in around his straining cock, to grasp his shaft and pleasure him within the confines of her soft soles.
Cherry wondered, as excitement tickled in her veins and plumped her pussy lips, if that would be his next move. But no, Sylvan had other plans. He released her foot and sunk his fingers into her warm heat, curling to massage her g-spot while flickering his tongue against the petals of her pussy. These moves had her clutching at the padding of her chair and pressing her pelvis to receive his questing thrusts. His oral skills had awoken nerve endings which made her hips thrust and her legs twitch in exquisite torment.
Cherry bit her lip, trying not to moan too loudly as she climaxed. She let her pleasure soar, flying like a kite on the wind. She was uplifted by the endorphin rush, but more than that, the slew of emotions. She opened her eyes to gaze at Sylvan. This man had just taken her to heaven, so she thanked him with a kiss, the deepest, most passionate kiss she’d ever delivered. His soft lips were coated with her nectar, and she eagerly flicked her tongue inside his mouth to glory in the tang of her own arousal.
All the time they had been apart but sexting and sharing elaborate fantasies, Cherry had wondered what Sylvan would be like to kiss. She would fall asleep dreaming of it some nights, yearning for the touch of his lips on hers. Now she had him here and could cup his sweet face and pull his mouth against hers on a whim.
Thank you, her kiss conveyed, I want you, it urged. She teased her darting tongue against his, sparring with lively movements to project her mounting desire.
Sylvan lifted her as they kissed, supporting her buttocks with his hands, and Cherry wrapped her legs around his hips. I’ll never let you go, she wanted to say, while his embrace promised protection and ownership.
He became a Viking warrior laying his beloved upon a bed of fur pelts, ready to demonstrate how he’d missed her while battling overseas. Sylvan had shared this fantasy with Cherry in an email, so she knew exactly what he was thinking when her back sank into the deep pile of faux fur throws Sylvan had spread on the cabin floor.
Sylvan stripped his shirt away with haste, revealing smooth skin and the bulge of his big cock, which pressed eagerly against the denim of his jeans. Cherry plucked at his belt buckle, and he helped in the quest to free him. Zips and buttons soon sprang open, and his cock could rise to attention, tenting his boxer shorts.
“You’re mine, wench,” Sylvan’s voice held a steely determination, “and I will use you as I see fit.”
“Yes, my lord,” Cherry giggled as she writhed her shoulders to shrug off her robe.
She remained sitting up, and Sylvan reached behind her to unclasp her pale pink bra.
Sylvan stroked his pre-cum up along the length of his man-axe, before lifting Cherry onto his lap to nudge at her entrance. He lowered his mouth to hers and claimed her body at two junctures, quickly thrusting his length home. She gladly accepted his invasion of her slippery depths and locked her legs around his hips, seeking to draw him deeper. Their kiss intensified with this fusion, heat on heat, muscle within muscle.
“You’re tight, but I want you tighter,” Sylvan grunted before he positioned her thighs together.
Now he powered into her pussy with deep gouges. Cherry was eager to experience the raw girth of him, the iron hardness she had awoken, so with enthusiastic responses and loving caresses, she determined to make him strain with need.
Cherry panted as her lover bucked his hips. She was stretched by his size but eager to take it all inside. She’d yearned all those past months to feel the demonstration of his passion. Now she moved her hips towards his, meeting his every downstroke with an upstroke. Burning female desire and lust careened through her veins until Cherry thought she must glow with arousal.
The expression of loving intensity on Sylvan’s face melted her heart, and she reciprocated his gaze with smouldering looks. As she bit her lip she rocked her pelvis, her pussy walls pulsed around the dimensions of his powerful tool.
“Fuck me as hard as you like,” she groaned, “Take me and make me your own.”
Sylvan had his thighs outside of hers. Moulding and pressing handfuls of soft flesh, he grasped her buttocks in his strong, capable hands. He handled Cherry as if she was a sex doll, there purely for his pleasure, causing another of Cherry’s fantasies to spring to mind.
She would remain mute, biddable, submitting to every whim or desire this masterful man could dream up. While subjugating herself to every act, her arousal would escalate. If he wanted to use dildos, he should bring them on. The bigger, the better. If anal was his secret wish, then she’d lie atop a pillow that tilted her ass invitingly, offering her dark whorl for the taking. Cherry’s body became flushed from entertaining these fantasies, and her breathing hitched.
In a rush, she returned to the moment, to the remote log cabin and the plush sheepskin rug against her back, to the man with a strong body that loomed over hers. Sylvan regarded his prize fiercely. Hunger shaped his features while his exertions made him sweat. For several glorious strokes, Cherry was held in place and pounded hard with his glistening cock. His grip guided her movements so his length could slip in and out, like a hot knife through butter.
The tension built, and her body sang to his rhythm and his tune. For a moment, Cherry thought Sylvan was coming, so she clenched her muscles around him. She gripped with internal throbs as he thrust, but she should have known better, this tiger had more in his tank! He was going to love her for hours to fulfil his promise to alternately make her climb the walls from desire and to have her soar over the mountains with pleasure.
She pushed up to a seated position using her arms, eager to kiss him. She pressed her lips to his, thinking I could kiss him all day and never grow tired. But she had a plan to take control, so she sat further into his lap and they swivelled around together, never breaking their sexy connection. Now she could ride on top.
Cowgirl was Cherry’s favourite position, and she’d saved the best til last. Fucking herself on Sylvan’s joystick, she could feel every inch of his mighty prick impaling her. Even simply rocking her hips against him sent waves of sensation rippling through her core, massaging her pussy to new heights of arousal.
“Ride me, baby,” Sylvan urged.
She sensed the strain in his voice. Likely he couldn’t hold out much longer, he was feeling so much and she wouldn’t want to deny him satisfaction. She pressed her dainty hands to his muscled abdomen, hard as a rock but warm to the touch. Using his body for leverage, Cherry began rising and falling on his slippery pole. Flames of passion licked at her core, and flutters of expectation tumbled with pulsing clutches as she worked her kegel muscles around his girth.
Sylvan spurred her on with thrusts of his hips, while he reached for her neat breasts, jiggling temptingly above him. His grasp was no longer tender, but when he crushed the flesh in his strong hand, Cherry’s nipples awoke with a flash of pleasure/pain that seemed hotwired to her clitoris. This bolt of sensation supercharged her with a frenzy and she leaned back, bracing her hands against his firm thighs, to rock harder and more urgently.
It was building, a friction was tightening within her body. The tingle dragged from her extremities to stoke the embers at her core. She was aware of Sylvan beneath her. His bucking hips added traction to her thrusts, but her focus shifted to her climax, now dancing tantalisingly ahead, still fractionally out of reach.
She ground her hips in a circular motion, rubbing her pudenda against the root of Sylvan’s cock, and felt expectant heat flare in her loins. Cherry bit her lip, and a groan of pleasure welled up in her throat. She dragged in air, becoming lightheaded with the endorphin rush. She was unwilling for this moment to end, although the best was yet to come.
“Let go!” Sylvan cried out, but his voice seemed far away.
Cherry was lost in the moment, suffused with colour and light. She was a spinning firefly incandescent with all the joy and pleasurable sensations that flooded her body and raced through her veins like a drug. A reward for the climb, a medal for the race, the flickers and pulses of her climax pulled Sylvan into her as she felt the release of his white-hot seed inside her.
His body almost thudded as it pumped his essence into her tight channel. Sylvan groaned with satisfaction as his balls emptied their load.
“Come here, my Viking lady,” he commanded, causing Cherry to open her eyes.
Their faces were wreathed with smiles. When she bent her head to kiss him, her blonde hair swung to tickle his cheeks.
“That was… everything!”
Cherry couldn’t put into words how satisfying their romp had been, a culmination of many months of teasing texts and flirtations via email. Still, she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face or suppress the laughter now eager to burst from her throat.
“You liked that?” Sylvan chuckled and touched loose tendrils of her hair with great gentleness.
Cherry answered by drawing him closer and kissing him more deeply. She preferred to demonstrate just how much she’d enjoyed that with cuddles and caresses. Expressing her needs with words was often difficult, which is why their long drawn-out flirtation was so well served by email and apps. Cherry had been able to share her secret fantasies in great detail.
“I’m very glad it met with your approval,” Sylvan continued, between kisses, “because I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“Will we do nothing but fuck this weekend?” Cherry smiled down at him, massaging the bristles of his beard with manicured fingers.
“Maybe a little eating, plenty of cuddling like this,” he pulled her into a bear hug. “But predominantly fucking. Is that a problem?”
Her happiness burst out as a laugh, making Sylvan’s softening cock slip from the warm confines of her pussy. Their commingled fluids from their first time together, began to leak from her channel, coating her folds with opaque essence.
“We’ve made quite a cream pie,” Cherry whispered, gazing with intensity at her lover’s face.
“I’ll clean that up,” Sylvan said.
The twinkle in his eye made her stomach swoop.
“Shall we do this together?” Cherry suggested.
Sylvan grasped her hips and lowered her body to the side of him. Each of them wriggled so that his head was level with her pussy and hers could reach his gleaming wet cock.
While she loved to give a blow job to a fully engorged, straining cock, this was an intimate expression of tenderness. Cherry coaxed his now softening length between her lips and tickled her tongue around him. Her nose and mouth were assaulted by their essence. The flavour of her natural lubricant swirled with the more salty musk of Sylvan’s seed.
As Cherry drew him deeper into the cavern of her mouth, she sensed his faint throb, like her touch was giving him life. She became determined to awaken his passion—for her oral skills to be the jump leads to rejuvenate Sylvan’s sated desire. She redoubled her efforts, allowing gentle licks to evolve into insistent sucking. She swirled her tongue around his crown while using her lips to ease back his foreskin to reveal the smooth dome at his tip.
Then she gasped and paused. Her concentration was momentarily broken by Sylvan’s equally skilled tongue action. He delved into her folds, sucking and licking at the coating of creamy essence that leaked copiously. He pushed between her ass cheeks, chasing the dribble of love lotion before it could escape, making her dark sanctuary flutter with unspoken need.
Now Sylvan fastened his mouth there, letting their juices come to him as he nuzzled into her soft, moist flesh.
“You’re killing me,” she murmured, releasing his cock for a moment before drawing it back into the heat of her mouth.
Sylvan’s shaft was getting hard, but not so engorged that Cherry couldn’t deep-throat him. She slurped him into her mouth, then relaxed her throat muscles to envelop his length before swallowing, which pressed her soft palate around his girth. His hips jerked against her face. This would have made her smile like the cat who got the cream if she hadn’t needed to concentrate so hard.
With her hands, Cherry began massaging and stroking his balls, cupping and smoothing them encouragingly. Her release was getting close, coaxed to a frenzy by Sylvan’s insistent lapping and suckling. As the waves inside her began to draw up and expand, she panted eagerly and then released her hold on his shaft.
Somehow knowing his tongue was not enough, Sylvan probed Cherry’s pussy with two fingers, dipping and driving into her with a hard, insistent rhythm that she could not resist, especially when his knuckles kept bumping against her clitoris. Her gasps became ragged, wordless but encouraging. Two hands reached down to hold his head in place, against her sweet spot.
Finally, Sylvan latched onto the bud of Cherry’s clit, sucking hard and pulling the flesh into his mouth. He agonised her with pleasure. His fingers kept fucking, while his mouth kept up the pressure, sucking her bean and dabbing it with his tongue.
“Like that, right there, fuck me – yeah!” is what Cherry thought she said.
But perhaps it was a garbled mess of words because just then her climax hit like a tidal wave, and she was lost to it. Her body twitched and her eyelids fluttered in her head.
She loosened her grip on his hair as she came down from the drama of her orgasm.
“That was a big one, huh?” he asked.
Cherry just smiled and nodded before she drew Sylvan towards her and locked him in a passionate embrace.
He had tucked her head under his chin, and the scruff of his beard tickled her scalp when he spoke.
“That was even better than all my imaginings.”
Cherry agreed, “our first time together may have been my best time ever,” she sighed contentedly.
The End

“Coming out tonight, Julia?”
Julia glanced at the text message and checked the time. Quarter to five on a Friday afternoon. One of the numerous benefits to working from home was signing off on her terms; she shut her laptop and stretched her arms over her head.
Her phone vibrated again. “Or are you actually going to woman up and invite that neighbour of yours over for a drink?”
Julia rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. Rebecca, her best friend, clearly wouldn’t be ignored. Now that her neighbour had been mentioned, however tangentially, the guilt for finishing work a few minutes early dissipated. Pressing the microphone icon, she held her phone to her lips and muttered, “I’m too drained to go out, I’m afraid. And shut up about Dominic.”
Rebecca replied instantly with, “Oh, so he has a name now?”
Julia got up from her swivel chair. Phone in one hand and empty water bottle in the other, she made her way to the kitchen and filled her bottle with chilled, filtered water.
She responded to Rebecca’s last message. “Yes, he and his dog both have names. Dominic and Bailey. That’s all I know about them.”
The ellipses appeared, followed by the green bubble. “That and he’s unspeakably hot.”
Julia laughed once, the sound echoing off the sturdy kitchen cabinets. “This coming from the married woman,” she replied.
“Doesn’t make me blind. Don’t think I didn’t look over the fence and saw him push that lawnmower. Those gym shorts didn’t do a good job hiding that juicy ass. How much do you think he lifts doing squats?”
At that, Julia blushed and took a much-needed drink of water, which instantly cooled her rapidly heating skin. In lieu of the headache of trying to get a Sunday brunch reservation, she and her close group of friends rotated hosting duties for a weekly mimosa and Bloody Mary filled reprieve from responsibilities. Julia remembered the day to which Rebecca referred like it happened yesterday, instead of earlier this summer. They’d been lounging on the back patio, each of the five friends about two mimosas into the midafternoon, when the scent of gasoline and roar of a Craftsman push mower interrupted their conversation. At first, she’d been annoyed at having to shout at her friends to talk like they were back at any of the nightclubs on 18th Street. When she’d turned to look over her shoulder to see who’d be rude enough to start their yard work at that admittedly reasonable hour, the admonishment had died in her throat.
Closing her eyes, the kitchen fell away as her mind was flooded with the memory of her first look at Dominic and his adorably happy yellow Labrador trotting around the fence line. As he pushed the mower up the steady incline of his yard, Julia first noticed the sharp lines of his calves flexing with each precise step. Unable to stop herself, she’d continued ogling him, her eyes pausing as his faded maroon gym shorts inched up each leg, exposing thick yet well-hewn thighs and culminating to full, firm glutes. The fact that she couldn’t determine if he’d worn a gold band had been the swift reminder for her to set an appointment for a vision checkup.
The phone vibrated in her hand, and Julia returned to reality. Glancing down at it, she saw Rebecca’s new message. “Too bad he doesn’t have a fitspo Instagram.”
“Of course you’d go looking for one,” Julia typed back.
Incapable of halting these intrusive thoughts, she wondered what sort of workout regimen Dominic undertook. As she sipped her morning coffee, no longer needing to battle a punishing morning commute to a drab office, she’d noticed him jogging in the early mornings, a cloud of air fluttering from his lips steadily, Bailey in a black harness running next to him, matching his long strides. Julia was certain he combined that with a well-rounded weight routine. No man could appear as if carved from stone without doing both.
“We all need something to motivate us,” Rebecca responded.
Not wanting to continue this conversation, Julia double-tapped the thumbs up icon and trudged back to her office, shoving the charger into her phone. Succumbing to distraction, she stepped across the hall into her bedroom, a grey and black minimalist space free of framed photos, as she hadn’t yet had either the time or the inclination to decorate any further, and opened her top nightstand drawer.
She sighed, then quickly reminded herself that all she’d been taught in her childhood was incorrect. Indulging in imagined scenarios behind a locked door and drawn curtains, where she was bold instead of reserved, was perfectly healthy. Reaching for her black vibrator, she tossed it on her cream-colored duvet and went to her closet, pulling the violet sweater from her body and hanging it in its place. After peeling off her grey leggings, she turned and gave herself a once-over in the full-length mirror.
A lifetime of cross-country running had honed her body into its perpetually lean form. The matching periwinkle bralette and panties did nothing to hide her strong thighs and defined arms. Julia ran her hand through her long, dark hair and pouted at her reflection, briefly wondering if Dominic preferred that sort of expression, or if he was drawn to a more impish grin. It didn’t matter either way; she would always be too shy to approach him.
As long as he stayed on his side of the fence and she stayed on hers, her carefully crafted life would remain in order.
Stepping out of her closet, Julia picked up the vibrator and made her way to the living room. Keeping the thin, white curtain drawn, she bit her lower lip and opened the front window a bit, needing to feel the late summer breeze on her flushed skin. She glanced at the digital clock on her barely used DVD player and saw it was now half-past five. Based on the patterns she’d recognised about the people in the neighbourhood, she knew Dominic would pull into his driveway any minute now, then immediately open the door to his patio so Bailey could run around the yard.
Confident he wouldn’t hear her, Julia placed the vibrator on the glass side table and sank into the plush, light-grey armchair next to the window. Letting the world fall away, she closed her eyes and sank into the softness of the cushions. The breeze fluttered the curtains, its welcome touch bringing her nipples to prominent points against her lace bralette. Rolling her body, she revelled in the familiar, electrifying sensation, her nerves coming alive while her limbs became more languid. Instead of stopping herself, Julia pressed on her upper thigh more firmly, spreading her fingers wide.
For this scenario, she recalled the attire he’d worn one evening that remained a permanent fixture in her memory: pressed khakis that fit him perfectly, a forest green button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and brown leather shoes paired with a matching belt. In her mind’s eye, playing out like her own female masturbation sex story, Dominic bent over her, one hand gripping the armrest, the other stroking her thigh. He exhaled long and low with each caress, his warm breath heating the delicate skin of her neck. He took his time to acquaint himself with her body. This was not the impatient fumbling of a young, eager man, the kind she’d had the misfortune of knowing throughout her twenties. Rather, this was the exploration of a man who savoured his experiences, the kind who slowly sipped a glass of Lagavulin 16 after braising a red-wine short rib. She’d seen him kick his feet up on the railing of his patio, an open paperback on his lap and Bailey resting her head on his thigh. In her most private moments, Julia was woman enough to admit, if only to herself, she was jealous of his dog.
As she ran her hands over her body and writhed in the armchair, she heard the distinct sound of tires scraping against asphalt. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as she realised he’d arrived at home. Not allowing reality to interrupt her self-exploration, Julia covered her breasts with her hands, rolling and squeezing them, welcoming the wish for Dominic’s touch instead of her own. Pressing her thighs together, she couldn’t help but wonder if her neighbour was confident enough to read her movements and anticipate what she wanted. It didn’t matter, of course.
That was the beauty of fantasy: in her mind, Dominic behaved in accordance to her deepest, most desperate desires.
Peeling the scrap of fabric covering her left breast, Julia stared down at her dark, pointed nipple. She could so easily imagine Dominic kneeling before her, his gaze darkening while she continued rolling her body in the armchair. The man in her dreams was patient with her, allowing her to slowly tempt him into unravelling. Raising her hand to her mouth, she wrapped her lips around her index and middle fingers, swirling her tongue over her soft skin, nipping her teeth against the point of her index finger. Julia couldn’t help but think of Dominic’s fingers between her lips, wanting to send the subtle, distinct shock of her bite straight to his cock. Removing her fingers from her mouth, she teased her nipple, her wet fingertips and the cool breeze a sharp, welcome sensation.
She pinched and tugged on her nipple, then covered her breast with her palm to soothe the aching point. Her eyes still shut, she could clearly imagine Dominic’s lips covering her breast, his tongue and teeth working exquisite torture on her sensitive flesh. As she coiled her hands in his impossibly thick hair, which she’d long ago noticed was light brown streaked with silver strands, he growled against her skin. She pulled her right breast from the bralette, roughly gripping her delicate flesh, desperately wanting his warm hand confidently manipulating her, pushing her further into the depths of her passion. In the armchair, Julia released a slow, shuddering breath; the mere thought of her neighbour on the brink of unbridled lust for her sent her deeper into her present pleasure.
Her thighs still clenched together, Julia pressed her forearm to her chest as she reached for the lace waistband of her panties. Slipping her fingers beneath the fabric, she brushed them against her curls. Catching a tuft between her fingers, she gently tugged the coarse hairs upward, her toes curling against the plush cushion of the armchair. In the sensual dance playing out in her mind, Dominic still licked and sucked on her breasts while beneath her hips, he pressed one of his hands against the damp satin between her legs, his thick thumb circling her entrance. It didn’t matter how urgently he wanted her; she let the scene play out on her mental stage, grateful for not having to direct him to slowly unwind with her.
Through the cracked window, she heard the whine of his storm door opening, followed by the jangle of Bailey’s collar as she sprinted down the wooden steps into the lush grass Dominic maintained with diligence. Not stopping her self-ministrations, Julia smiled and wondered if he was glad to be home, enjoying this brief moment of respite with the rustling of leaves on the late summer breeze. Continuing to stroke her tender, aching flesh, she pondered how he would spend his weekend. Perhaps he’d take advantage of the warm weather and go for a lengthy hike, working those sculpturally perfect legs up and down one of several trails along the Blue Ridge Mountains. Fuck, those legs of his were incomparable.
“Bailey, come!” His sharp, deep voice pierced through her delicious mental fog. She slowed her self-exploration and opened her eyes halfway, angling her head to the window. There was a brief pause as she pictured the dog trotting toward him before sitting at his feet expectantly. Julia then heard a low, rumbling laugh. “That’s a good girl.”
Julia moaned. The contented satisfaction was evident in his voice, and its pitch awakened something even more desperate within her. Returning her attention to herself, she tore her panties from her body and spread her inner lips before circling her clit with the tip of her middle finger. Oh, but the way he’d said those four words… how she yearned for him to direct that attention toward her as he cupped her pussy and made her his plaything.
She tore her other hand from her chest and grabbed the vibrator off the side table. Raising it to her lips, Julia grinned to herself: the manufacturer had moulded protruding veins into the silicone, an artful touch that she appreciated. Spreading her legs wide, she coated the underside of the toy’s tip with her tongue, the scene in her mind changing. Now Dominic stood next to her, his hips perfectly in line with her face. As she stroked herself, he grasped his thick erection through the khaki fabric, which did nothing to conceal the contours of his cock.
“Touch me,” he instructed, his vocal chords scraping against one another. She clearly saw herself reaching for him, brushing her fingers against the hard ridges of his flesh. Above her, she watched him tilt his head back and shudder before she quickly unclasped his belt. The Julia she imagined herself to be was no longer shy with him; she was now too needy for him to care how eager she came across. As she tugged his pants down his thighs, she noticed a small dot of moisture on his grey boxer briefs and her mouth instantly watered. Dominic groaned as she pulled his cock from his fly and traced her thumb along the soft tip that yielded to her touch.
Wishing the toy was in fact his straining cock, Julia filled her mouth with it, swirling her tongue over every inch of rigid silicone. She moaned around it, still circling her fingertip across her needy clit. Taking more of the phallus into her mouth, she could almost hear Dominic shudder and groan before whispering, “That’s a good girl.”
Her pussy flooded at the thought, her entire being seeking nothing but praise from him and relief for herself. She spread her legs wider still, throwing one leg over an armrest. With each lick, she imagined him slowly thrusting his hips forward, needing more of her around him. The very idea of her outrageously sexy neighbour needing her like this, wet, open, and wordlessly begging for him, brought her closer to the edge.
As she removed the phallus from her lips, she then imagined Dominic tearing the rest of his clothes from his impeccable body and tossing them with abandon. Now she needed him to be just as desperate for her as she was for him. She brought the vibrator to her glistening entrance and pressed the button, turning it on to its lowest setting. The quiet rumbling broke through her fantasy as she then pictured Dominic lowering his hips between her open legs, gripping his cock and angling it to where they both needed him. Julia knew how wet her pussy was and didn’t wait, sliding the phallus inside her with one swift thrust, her body creating the sensation of his smooth, heated skin covering hers.
She moved the toy rhythmically in and out of her aching cunt, increasing the vibrator’s speed. Conjuring his head next to hers, she could almost hear him whisper, “Fuck, you take me so well. Such a good girl.” She bit down on her lower lip, nearly believing she held the skin of his neck between her teeth. Shuddering, she grasped the smooth fabric of the armchair, needing it to be the back of his perfect thigh, needing to feel the muscles beneath his skin ripple and strain as he took her. Each flex of her wrist against her cunt was, in her mind, another deliciously punishing thrust of his hips.
The familiar pressure built deep within her belly. “That’s it,” the fictitious Dominic growled into her ear. “Come for me, Julia. Come all over my cock.”
In the next second, she pressed the vibrator’s button once more, every nerve ending in her body attuned to her pussy. Grinding her hips to meet the rigid toy, she broke and cried out, no longer caring if any of the neighbours heard her through her cracked window. As she moaned and gasped, riding out each wave of overwhelming pleasure, her traitorous mind conjured Dominic growling into her neck and whispering sweet, filthy words of encouragement: “Fuck, Julia. God, I love it when you come. Such a good, good girl.”
With one final, strangled gasp, she let the last wave crash over her body before turning off the toy. Panting, she opened her eyes and let the still, nondescript living room come into focus. She waited for the furious blush to rise to her cheeks, and was surprised the blood didn’t come rushing to her face. Slowly, she pulled the thick phallus from her pussy and brought it to her face, grinning at its glistening surface before bringing it back between her lips, licking the heady sweetness of her arousal from it. Before descending fully into reality, she imagined Dominic looking down at the two of them, smirking and muttering, “Look at the mess you’ve made.”
Julia took a deep breath and stretched her languid limbs before rising from the armchair and making her way to her small en suite bathroom. Flicking on the light, she glanced at her reflection and rolled her eyes. Her dark hair cascading in all direction, she looked thoroughly used yet serene. Julia cleaned her vibrator and somehow found the courage to perhaps see if what she’d just envisioned could in fact become reality. With a sigh, she whispered to herself, “Carpe diem, after all.”
Placing her newly cleaned toy on the pristine sink, she went back into her closet and pulled on a red maxi dress, not bothering with either a bra or underwear, needing to feel the sun’s warmth on her skin. Making her way to her own patio, she sighed with relief he was still there, stroking Bailey’s ears in unbothered contentment. Before she could think twice, she took a deep breath and called out to him.
“Hey there, Dominic! Any chance you like Merlot?”
The End

Jack grabs my hand as we approach the dark wood door. He pauses, his hand hovering over the handle. A lusty twinkle lights his blue-green eyes telling me he is already pining for his turn to pleasure me. All of his ideas are coming to delicious fruition just two weeks after the birthday treat reveal. Surges of excitement and hormones flourish as butterflies in my gut, they peak in my chest spurring on the rapid beating of my heart. This fantasy of mine about to unfold is sure to consume us both and blossom into insurmountable lust. My desire for a female’s touch started in my teens, but I’ve always ended up with men.
What a perfect realisation both of us want this. I never would have guessed it had been one of his fantasies too. Furthermore, I had always assumed he wanted to be involved in our first threesome. His edging will be more than intense over the next twenty minutes. He knows the rules. He is not allowed to touch me once I’m on the bed until the two women leave. As much as I desire this massage, I cannot decipher if I’m more excited about feminine erotic touch or the aftermath of Jack fucking me once the women depart. It’s like picking between chocolate and chocolate. Impossible.
He brings a finger to his smiling lips. I mirror his expression. It’s about to be the best birthday treat ever.
I drop my eyes to the bulge already pressing out the crotch of his pants. I had to strip in the dressing room and slip into the soft terry cloth robe. My disrobing built the lusty fire in his pants, or perhaps it was all the wanton anticipation of watching two women bring me to climax.
He slowly presses the door handle, as if he’s sneaking, opening the doorway that will gift me something I’ll never forget. Surely neither will he. It will be a gift we can unpack again and again for years to come, celebrating and savouring it endlessly together.
I savour his facial expression. This is his birthday treat as much as mine to enjoy my orgasm at female hands—from the wonderful collaborative touches of two. In our ten years together, we’d never shared each other, his yearning for the taste of a role as voyeur mirroring my own to be on display in the throes of passion.
This is just perfect.
In the afterglow of magnificent sex, we had discussed the female erotic massage, which had wetted my pussy further. How had he even found this opportunity? The sex that had followed topped our first round in a flurried reverse cowgirl fuck, when I finished the ride, our joint juices migrated to his shaved balls.
I bite my lip as he urges me into the room with a gentle tug, his large warm hand never leaving mine, his demeanour the intimacy that cradles my worry and abolishes it. We are in this together.
His plush beige armchair awaits if he even lasts there. He will play the mime, blind to touch, the amateur cameraman, me never seeing, touching nothing as I’m touched. The mere thought of intimate female touch from two women freshly floods my pelvis with desire.
The room is dimly lit and decorated with calm beige tones accented by black. There is a lush white blindfold on the bed. Jack is moving so slow it’s like a dream. The music wafting into the room is seductive and mysterious, dark, the notes asking questions yet telling us all in a beautiful way.
Jack points to the bed but stops me before I sit. He slips his hands beneath my robe, caressing me his hands boldly baring my naked body for his eyes. His seduction doesn’t end there.
“This is the last time I can touch you until we are alone again.” He leans in and almost kisses me but pulls back. He whispers in my ear, “And make no mistake, I will fuck you into so many multiples that I’ll need to carry you out of here.”
His promise thrills me to my core and I want to squeal. Instead, I nod as I lick my lips both enticing him to kiss me and to taste the citrus-tangerine lip balm. The taste sends a delightful tangy gush across my tongue.
I’m not above asking. “Jack, please kiss me before they come in.” I tilt my head up and part my lips as my hands travel from the back of his neck to his pecks, down his taut stomach, ending in a cradling of his cock signalling my hunger for him.
He releases a low man growl that matches the intensity of his gaze, and my thickening womanhood twitches beneath her fleshy hood.
He murmurs, “Cher, you are so beautiful. I can’t ever get enough of gazing upon you. Touching you.” He brings his lips to an inch from mine. “My hands will be with their hands as my eyes will be touching you alongside them.”
We French kiss deeply and I can’t help but want to give in to my desire, lean back onto the bed and pull him on top of me.
He breaks our kiss. After a pause, he reaches behind me, and makes a point to cup my right ass cheek before dangling the blindfold in front of my eyes.
“It’s time,” he says so softly it’s as if I imagine it. He presses the fabric to my closed eyes, and then secures it behind my head in a knot.
My world goes dark, but my senses go bright. Brighter than usual inside my brain. The music grows more sensual. His breathing verges on panting as it comes against my cheek in puffs. Even my own nakedness seems more sensual.
“Sit and scoot backward until your ass hits pillows. Then lie back or sit. It’s your choice from here on out. Remember I love you forever.”
I won’t hear his voice again until it’s over, but his words ring softly in my head with his affirmations of adoration, his promises. I’m a very lucky woman.
I sigh deeply as if meditating and mirror his words. “I love you forever and a day.”
He chuckles. “Ditto. And a day beyond forever is how long I will pleasure you.”
The silence seems way too long already as I slide back on the bed, and I haven’t even felt cheeks on the pillow yet. My impatience is boiling. My heart is beating as if he were spanking my clit with his palm. The anticipation has me bursting inside, which I yearn to release vocally. But for now, I wait.
The music doesn’t cover the sound of the door opening as the click signals the entrance of the women. I draw in a deep breath once more to settle my nerves because I’m so excited I could scream. I twitch slightly as I sense them come nearer to me.
It’s an eternity I’m untouched.
The scent of argan oil wafts off the woman on my left as she is the first to lay hands on me. She massages my shoulders, her fingertips careful, yet firm. Her small hands send gentle sensations into my muscles as I draw in a slow deep breath. Her touch is even more delicate and purposeful than I had expected female touch to be. A smile spreads across my face.
The second woman lightly strokes my thighs, legs, and back up to my pussy. Four delicate hands so deliberately taking their time to map my body, savouring each inch of me. Their dedication to my pleasure lulls me into euphoria instantly. Each moment is a hope for the next.
I sense them flowing about my body light as spirits as they assess their approach to pleasure me. Hot breath bathes my left breast before she takes it into her mouth. The action combined with the mere thought of a woman suckling my nipples sends me into lusty overdrive.
Oh, do I need this.
The other woman joins the exploration of my chest. Fingers on one nipple, tongue and mouth on my other and I’m already overwhelmed to be receiving this indulgent gift to simply sit and be pleasured. My brain swoons at their play with my skin, the ecstasy promises to be never-ending.
They join above me and kiss, their lip smack sounds engorging my desire to see them as their lips meet. But their sounds tell me exactly what they are doing so I smile.
Their fingertip caresses and fondling of my thigh and pussy paint a visually elegant picture in my mind as I imagine the beautiful scene Jack is enjoying as he films us. I can’t wait to watch the sex video later.
My pussy slickens as she pets it, the light tickle of her stroking of my most intimate organ swells my elation. Heaven in a bed.
Her tongue travels the crook of my thigh as I pant. They kiss again but I’m not forgotten as the woman on my left caresses me. The music quiets to silence and the sounds of their lips sucking each other gets gloriously louder. I am an auditory voyeur to them, and I want more.
The woman on my right kisses my mouth and I taste the mouth essence of the three of us joined orally. The thought is intoxicating.
Fingers crawl up my abdomen in concert with caresses of my vulva causing my breathing to become heavier. She hovers her fingers over my face. I smell myself, taste my juices as she presses her fingers into my mouth.
I can’t help but wonder what they are wearing, and what Jack is seeing as both women move and touch me. Being an assman, is he getting hornier? I can’t wait to hear what his thoughts were during this and I especially can’t wait to put a visual of what she just did to me.
The points of touch: a mouth and finger to my nipples and one on my pussy lips intensify my lust and I pant harder. I just knew a woman would suckle my tits differently than a man. It’s a supreme delight.
I pant harder as the attention to my pussy and clit increases. Very soft moans just float out of my mouth, a sigh. I enjoy laying back as they focus on my pussy with three hands massaging. The sensations without sight are mind-blowing. I’m so inside my own head yet led by each caress they gift me.
The wet sounds from them teasing my vaginal entrance turns me on more. They are steadily working towards my climax. I imagine Jack must be using great restraint to not reach out and join in touching me. I’m sure he must be drooling. His pleasure in this means so much to me too.
Another kiss as my pussy is pampered to my rise in arousal. If I were standing, I’d swoon to the floor. A finger exploring inside me, one tracing around my clitoris in circles, one hand presses my abdomen, and a sensual French kiss all have my head spinning in rapture. Just when I can’t imagine more pleasure, four hands nuzzle my womanhood. My journey up my orgasm hill takes a giant leap forward.
My moans and heavy breathing fill up the room, taking up more air space than they should with this blindfold on. Wet squishing sounds join my vocalisations confirming for them all things are getting even hotter.
The finger fucking ramps up and my wetness increases as does my arousal. This will deliver me to my peak soon. Thumb rubs on my clit rage me further along. They know exactly how to pleasure a woman. And why wouldn’t they? Being women themselves.
My rapidly increasing grunts join their kissing mouth smacks once more. I smile as I make out an appreciative sigh from Jack amongst our group’s sounds. What a beautiful indulgence, our noises a symphony of different levels of collective elatedness. I sense our four moods undulate together as a spiralling wave.
I yearn to know if the women are dressed or naked. Luckily, I can easily focus on my intense enjoyment, which settles my brain to be patient. I know I will get to see these amazing women eventually. I imagine they might be giving Jack and his camera a few suggestive glances from time to time. The beauty of all this is I will get to relive this glorious moment with Jack right alongside me. That thought alone pleases me to the highest level, let alone the orgasm that will soon flood my brain with delicious dopamine. This is lifting me to sexual bliss.
She ramps up the motion of her fingers going in and out of me. I imagine him nodding, silently directing her to fuck my pussy properly with her hand while massaging my swelling clitoris, bringing my body closer and closer to orgasm. My body twitches as it always does when I’m about to come. She knows exactly what to do as I give her my cues, not holding back one little bit.
I’m going to lose my shit as one woman eats me out and the other kisses me. The dual connecting of them to my orifices is exhilarating and intense at once. They work my mouth and my pussy leading me up to my climax hill. All of their focus is on my clitoris, my lips, and the space above my pubic bone. Our threesome was a dance like no other.
Their massaging drives me to speak for the first time in fifteen minutes, “You guys driving me crazy.” I manage to get it out between grunts and pants. I giggle.
They are working me so hard that my breasts are jiggling in time with their motions. One kissing me tugging at my erect nipples, and the other is aggressively focused edging me closer and closer to climax. What they are doing is working beautifully.
I kiss her back hungrily as she deftly molests my left breast. Four fingers ride my cunt. Gawd bless her! And her!
They push me right over the edge and I twitch and gyrate as my first orgasm shoots out from my clitoris across my body. The vaginal contractions are distinct the strong, each one delving out that telltale tug. My sighs change as I descend off the high. I am coated inside with supreme bliss.
Now I am sitting, with one woman behind me, cradling me with her naked body, her breasts delightfully smashed against my back. She runs her hands up and down my front, her orgasm aftercare helping me go down nice and slow. I sigh, and release a short happy laugh.
The pleasuring goes on.
Our damp skin joined shows how hard we’ve worked.
I’m never left out when they kiss, they caress me, tend to me. I am more luxurious than silk on soft skin. She dips her fingers in me and allows me to taste myself on her. I’m salty today. The frantic aggressive finger pumps turn sensual. It’s all so decadent.
They fix my blindfold as they continue to play. I’m not to see yet.
My sweet spot isn’t ever ignored but touched, rubbed, licked, and sucked. I have never been the focus on receiving such intense pleasure. It’s as if I’m floating in a dream, a fantasy, but I get the realness of skin on skin.
She eats me out. The sounds of her tongue turns me on even more, then a mouth smack makes my clit twitch. In the middle of my rising to my second orgasm, the women change places.
The one at my head licks my lips all over, while the other rides me down below with her mouth. Slow. Deliberate. Focused. Sensual.
She strokes my clitoris with fast hard motions and my body shakes as I lose control of it. I charge into one orgasm, then two, then three, like it’s triple-peaked. The climax floods my body and I instantly am sleepy, soaking in the lovely hormones they helped course through me.
I let out a sigh of relief. Oh, the gifts they’ve given.
They each kiss me. I hear a kiss that doesn’t touch me. A gesture for Jack.
I smile and say, “Whoa.”
The door clicks behind them.
I relax as I breathe, running my hands all over my body reminiscing their touch.
The bed depresses and Jack crawls up the bed to lay beside me.
“That was unbelievable, babe. I want you so bad right now.”
I lift my hand to remove the blindfold, He stops me.
“Let’s leave that on and keep you in this sensual state. I want to taste you like this, to fuck you to orgasm, their fingerprints all over you. How does that sound?” he whispers.
He’s already touching me, his fingers tracing the memory of the women’s hands on my skin, their mouths. His saliva joins theirs on my nipple as he hungrily nuzzles his open mouth around my tit. He sucks and flicks my erect nipple, taking a moment to stop and nibble. I flinch with a smile. His hands travel me as he suckles, stopping to spoon my other breast in his curved palm. He gives my breast a squeeze as he presses his erection to my side. It’s a solid log, a promise for sexual delights.
He lifts himself off my nip. “You are so beautiful, so gorgeous. I loved watching them with you. I got it all on film for us too.”
He drags his hand down my cheek, across my neck. As his lips grace the hollow of my neck, I release a soft bemoan.
“I want to make love to you like this, Cher. When you are all soaked with pleasure. I want to please you too.”
“Mmmm,” I mutter, writhing against his touch. The contrast between his bold caresses and the memories of the softer touches of the women add to the eroticism and I can’t get enough of his hands on me. “Please, Jack. I want you. Want all of you. Please, fuck me.”
“That is my intent forever, my love.”
Our bodies tangle into each other as we kiss. He tastes my skin in all the places the women did and blissfully presses his cock into my hungry cunt. The next wave of pleasure has begun.
The End