Only a Few More Days: Part 2
I was about to sneak into the bathroom for a morning shower when my wife was asleep. Her snoring was less loud now. I cautiously opened the bathroom door and started the shower, then stood under the water as it poured from every angle. I thought about the other women having similar experiences this past week, and how risky her request and my agreement to it were. But I couldn't resist the allure of forbidden desires. How long had it been since raw passion had been a part of my life? With the excitement of doing something illicit and possibly deviant, even though my conscious mind told me it was wrong. So, I needed an excuse to stay an extra day.
I dried off and walked back to the bed, grateful that my wife's snoring had subsided. While she was still asleep, I had an idea for some reason.
Despite planning to sleep in a bit, we ended up waking up at 8:00. I needed to come up with a reason to extend our stay. I walked downstairs to get us some coffee, using the time to work out what I would say to the hotel receptionist. After getting our coffee from a local café, I returned to the hotel.
The reception area was empty, so I approached the front desk.
"Hi, Katie, how are you?" I said attempting to be casual.
"I'm good! Hard to imagine, isn't it?" She responded, smiling and giggling a bit.
She was attractive, probably mid to late 20s, with brown hair pulled back, a white blouse and black bra visible beneath, and a short black pleated skirt.
"Yeah, we're fine!" I managed. "Somehow."
"No need to imagine it. So, you probably slept in this morning, huh?" She teased, laughing.
"Well, we uh, might have..." I felt heat rise to my face.
"Really? That's not too surprising, to be honest. And yes, Katie."
As I admired her, my smile stayed wide.
"Um, I may need to stay another night. I'm guessing rooms are booked?"
"Actually," she began, "when you were out earlier, I talked to your...um, friend, and everything has been taken care of. So you can just leave your suitcase here if you need to."
Confused, I stared at her, trying to understand.
"So you can just leave your stuff with me, it's all good." She explained further.
"Oh okay... um, thanks. I'll do that." I stuttered, trying to comprehend everything.
"My pleasure. Honestly, my greatest pleasure," she added, winking with a grin.
"I'll be right back up," I muttered, blushing.
"Hey babe, I'm back. I thought we'd sleep in a bit more, but I just got a call from a client who saw me on Instagram, and they want a few more photos. Apparently, I need to stay use this room today and tomorrow too. Wanna catch a train back to the city now?" I lied, hoping she'd understand.
"Really! That's crazy!" She exclaimed.
"Honestly, I'm not really keen on checking out now. I don't want to disturb you or anything. And I'm glad you can bring your camera."
I didn't consider other details.
"Well, I could talk to them and...
"Please, they're doing me a favor, it's an upgrade, and I'm getting it for the same price. But, housekeeping needs more time to get the room ready. 3:00 is when it'll be ready." I explained, trying to think fast.
"Changing rooms? I can't disturb them, you know how she is." My face was beading with sweat.
"No, we'll just check train times, if you want, so you can prepare to check out." I suggested, emailing my wife the train ticket.
I filled my belongings. The train station was just beyond town, an approximate ten-minute trip, and I was approaching when I had to depart. Somehow, she wrapped up before me, a phenomenon that rarely occurs, and she wanted to hang around downstairs. I rushed to complete and moved downstairs quickly. As I descended and the view unveiled itself of the lobby, there was my spouse conversing with the finance specialist hubby of my new friend.
I halted in my tracks and fled upstairs a few steps to gather myself. I could hear the staircase creak above me and turned to observe. It was her, all blonde, hair now loosened, tattooed arms exposed.
"Hey," she murmured softly. "Were you able..." And her upbeat voice trailed off when she saw the expression on my face. "What, what's..."
"Well, yes...taking her to the train right now, and, um, my spouse is talking to your husband downstairs."
Her eyes bulged. We remained frozen, staring at one another.
"Welp, they don't know anything, so let's just play it cool, since it appears we don't have a choice." She whispered. "After you?" And she held out her hand to guide me.
"Okay, let me go down first." I replied, probably overthinking it.
"Yeah, okay. You probably are..." She said, attempting to convince herself.
I reverted back to the hotel following leaving my spouse. I was still perplexed, pondering what I was doing and questioning whether I was prepared for all of this. Fraud was not my forte; but as I opened the door and went indoors, the desire, the yearning, the temptations of the scenario, overcame me.
I approached the front desk.
"Hey there, it's soo good you're staying with us another night." She beamed broadly.
I felt confident that she had undone an additional button on her white blouse. Her cleavage and black lace bra now were prominently displayed.
"It's been very... amusing having you here." She jested. "So, your luggage is already aloft in the room, and here is the key, 401, top floor. I was instructed to tell you simply to admit yourself. And I usually execute orders." She began to chuckle slightly. "I'm only disappointed the... Um, display is over, it was really interesting!"
I reddened, yet maintained it together. "Well, I'm pleased you had a good time." I smiled.
"Myself did enjoy!" And she laughed out loud. "And maybe we'll see each other later." She remarked as I accepted the key card and glanced back at her, a wide grin on her face.
I could have taken the elevator from the foyer, but I needed more time to gather myself. I commenced to scale the stairs and glanced behind, viewing Katie engaged with her phone. Ideas swirled through my head, and in no time, I was on the fourth floor, glancing at the door, room 401. I almost pounded, then I remembered they instructed me to enter instantly. I brought the card near the reader on the door and heard the lock disengage. I pushed it open and entered the room. It was huge, with a sofa on one side, a writing table, I scanned over to the wooden four-poster king-sized bed, all the window coverings were rolled away, meaning the room was filled with illumination. I didn't see her as I set foot within the room. I glimpsed the room as I entered it entirely, finding a set of two comfortable chairs near the gas fireplace, and she was seated in one. I took a moment to observe, forming notice of her appearance, before I acknowledged it.
"Welcome!" She breathed softly.
Her hair was down, cascading to her shoulders. Her dark tattoos contrasted with a white lace bra, panties, garter belt, and completing with sheer white stockings and heels. She was stunning.
"You, you, are striking...gorgeous..." I stammered. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman so dressed.
"Well, someone should cherish it." She walked towards me and gave me the wine. "To a journey!"
We took a sip in silence while staring at each other. She picked up the glass, took a step back, and turned around, turning slightly the other way. She placed the glasses on the table and turned towards the bed.
"Do you know what kind of underwear this type of garment is used for? She questioned.
"You imply besides demonstrating that stunning behind?" I inquired.
"Mmmm yes, besides that." She turned her head back to me and beamed, then turned away, reaching the foot of the bed. She laid her arms respectively on the wood that made up the foot of the bed and bent over slightly. Without looking back, she stated, "Hitting. Now come over here and penalize me a bit."
I was trembling. This was the most sensual situation I'd ever partaken in, although I managed to stroll over, gaining self-assurance as I did until I reached the bed she was bending over onto.
"You've been quite naughty." And she spanked the cheek closest to me.
"Argh, yes. I did. Since I allowed you to witness me naked." Her voice dripping with sensuality.
Slap. I swatted her other cheek. "And you allowed me to see you touch your sweet pussy." Slap.
"Hmmph...ah fuck yes. Then I let you cum all over me." Slap, slap. "Ummph...And I told you my most intimate fantasies."
Swat. My desire increased. A kind of tunnel vision of lust came over me as the memories of everything we'd done flew through my mind.
"Uuugh, I'm a little slut right? Squirting all over you." Slap. "And I did it all in public." Slap.
"Then you sucked my cock, didn't you?" Slap, slap. "And consumed all of my come."
Slap.
"Uuugh, yes...this provocative one came all over my face, didn't she. Oh wow, it felt great. Call me, call me your provocative one, your wanton one, please! Uuugh...yes and that sweet little pussy watched us downstairs."
"You." Slap. "Are." Slap." Mine." Slap." Seductive little one." Slap.
Her ass was beet red, and I could see she had had enough. She bent over more, pulled her panties aside and slid two fingers into her wet cunt. She was so wet they slipped in with no resistance. I fingered her from behind, watching her red ass jiggle until she exploded on my fingers, her juices coating my hand.
"Uuuuugh yeeeeees. Fuck, fuck!" She turned and fell to her knees. "Ah l...fuck my mouth." She undid my belt, unfastened the button and unzipped my pants until my cock sprang out.
"Good boy, no underwear!" And she engulfed my cock.
I wasn't going to last long as I was so worked up. She moved her head back and forth and stopped for a moment, then she began to jerk me off. "Ugh fuck my face like before!"
And I grabbed her hair and pushed her back onto my dick. She sucked hard as I fucked her face with ten forceful strokes until I lost it and began to come in her mouth "Yeeeeeeeees!"
She pulled off, panting, applying my cum to her face as she swirled her tongue around her mouth.
She dropped to all fours panting, trying to regain her composure for a moment. She then crawled over to the table by the fire and fumbled with her phone that was propped against a wine bottle, facing the bed.
She held it up. "For our little voyeur friend downstairs." And tapped at her phone as she sat on the floor.
"Hmmmm...I can't wait to fuck you." She said as she rose and walked over to me. "But first, let's clean up a bit, shall we?" She paused. "And, uh...take a shower. Hmmmm, that shower..." She purred, with my come still on her face. She turned and headed for the bathroom.
"Excuse me, are you ready for it?" I asked as I followed behind her. "I know how you get worked up in there."
"Yes, I think I can handle it," she replied.
She was still in her lace thong, bra and thigh-highs, leaning into the stall to start the shower. When I walked in, I saw her standing at the back of the shower. Hair partly wet from entering beneath the main shower head and all the little jets, six of them in pairs at different heights. Water dripping down her body. The thicker splotches of come still sticking to her.
"And why..." I started to ask.
"I thought it would be sexier this way." She smiled. "Now, take these off me, won't you?"
She was standing at the back of the shower. When I reached her, I leaned into her and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall to the bottom of the stall. I knelt in front of her and gently removed her white lace panties. While she lifted one foot, then the next to allow me to put them aside.
"Shall I remove these as well?" I inquired.
There was a moment's hesitation in her response. [
"I think we should leave them as they are for now." She winked playfully.
I stepped back to admire her almost naked body. I needed to focus. "You look incredible..." was the only thing I could think of saying. "Let's get you washed up." I moved out of the way, allowing her to take my place under the water.
She's back was to the shower wall and facing me. I lathered my hands with soap and began cleaning her face. Moving down her body, I carefully washed her breasts, eliciting a soft moan from her as my hands grazed against them. I continued down her stomach, then to her nether regions, lightly soaping her exposed sex. And lastly, I rubbed some shampoo in my hands and asked her to lean back into the wall.
I guided her around so her back was now facing the shower, exposing her bottom. I soaped her back, gliding my hands down to her rear end. I noticed the little dimples and crevice between, and paused, circling the outer edges with my fingers as she gave another soft moan.
"I'd like to make sure your backporch is extra clean," I teased.
"Ummmm...yes, please." She mumbled.
"Turn around once more." I instructed her, aiming for a specific goal but being unaware of its outcome.
I positioned myself closer to one of the shower heads and adjusted it to target her lower body. "Bend down slightly, and hold your position." I guided her as I moved the water source, giving the head of the stream a slight elevation.
"OH MY..." She gasped. "What...oh my god..."
If you shifted the jets or yourself just right, a stream of water would shoot into her anus. It may not have been a painful sensation but an interesting one nonetheless.
"Holy fuck, is that what that was?" She questioned with wonder.
"Hold on, you'll see." I said calmly as I moved to her side, sliding the jet across her thigh.
"Oh my god..." She shrieked and held her position firmly.
I grabbed a handheld shower head and turned it on. Positioning it to spray water from the front of her nude form, I moved around in front of her and adjusted the direction of the water flow.
"Whoa, what's that?" She inquired as she held her pose, a look of surprise and curiosity on her face.
I maneuvered the shower head down the front of her body, casually massaging her clitoris with the flowing stream of water.
"Oh fuck, right there! Ugh, what...holy fuck!" She moaned loudly.
Feeling her body tense up, I knew she was about to come. She trembled with pleasure and the relaxing of her entire being. Then she stood upright, her body still convulsing in satisfaction. Her eyes closed and she looked up at me, pressing her lips against mine for a deep, passionate kiss.
"Wow, what just happened?" Her eyes looked uncertain, and for a brief moment, I was afraid I'd gone too far. But she looked straight into my eyes and the tension vanished, replaced with a mischievous grin. "How did I never discover that?" She chuckled, "I've had orgasms before, but fuck me!"
Concern raised in my mind for a moment, but quickly her hand flew back to slap me across the face, causing my cheeks to sting.
"What the hell was that?" She said playfully with a hint of fury. "How will I ever top that? I'll have to figure out something else, you fucker!"
And, almost as suddenly as the anger had come, she turned me around so my back was to the water. She stripped off one of the stockings and squirted some body gel into her hand, then wrapped it around my penis.
"Here, I'm going to jack you off." She teased. "I want to see your come flood these nylons!"
"Yeah, I like that." I responded, growing hard and prepared for the foreplay she had planned.
"Do you like this? I want to see your load all over these stockings!" She sped up her pace.
Her time had come, and she leaned forward to kiss me deeply. "I want you to finish this way first."
"Okay," I panted. "Feel good."
She moved her hand out from under the water and then turned her back to the wall, dipping two fingers into her pussy. With her hand still wrapped around my member, she placed the two soaked fingers in my mouth. "I want to fulfill your fantasy. I've been practicing against the bathroom sink."
"Fuck, that's incredible." I admitted.
Then she decided to return the favor, spreading her hand-panty-coated fingers between my cheeks and slowly inserted one into my anus, causing me to moan in ecstasy.
"Tell me, do you like that?" She teased as she guided me, stroking her finger.
"Yes, feel great." I gasped, as if I'd entered a world of sensory overload.
She pulled her finger out of my rear and fully removed the stocking from my cock.
"I told you I'm a big fan of handjobs," she admitted with a smirk.
As I started to come, she pulled the water source closer, grabbing her hand full of sperm and sucking it into her mouth. "Tastes delicious!" She exclaimed.
I looked at her standing there, her naked body in front of me. Both our legs were shaky from the intense pleasure we had just shared. She leaned towards me and softly kissed me. "I'll be in the bed, so clean up and join me." She said, running her hand down my body one last time before heading off. Her leg was still covered with the white nylon.
I did as she ordered, lathered my body, my hair, and pondered over what was happening. It was only around lunchtime, and I had climaxed more than usual for months at home.
When I emerged from the bathroom, she was lying in bed, partially covered on the other side with one leg still tucked into the nylon, leaning on her hand with her upper body exposed.
Her hand beckoned me to join her. "Come over here and lie down next to me. Let's just talk for a while. I enjoy it when we talk."
I felt nervous for some reason - possibly because of the intimacy of the situation. I slid onto the bed, covered with the blankets up to my hips, and we simply gazed into each other's eyes, unsure of where to start. We had reached an interesting point in our escapade. The sofa and shower had been one thing, but sharing a bed was different.
"So," she began, "this is a bit different, right?"
"Yeah, it is. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to be feeling."
"Nor am I." She paused for a moment. "Besides incredibly horny."
We both laughed, tears appearing in our eyes. This was the relief we needed from the tension.
"Listen," she continued. "Let's just embrace this moment for what it is - an experience, a memory of us being somewhat wild in the bedroom, literally now in a bed. I feel we can be open with each other sexually, and explore our desires. I feel completely free with you, in these kinky things we've been doing. I'm not sure, I feel like I can ask you to do anything without being judged, which is how it feels with..." She trailed off.
"Yes. I mean, have you noticed that with all the times we've had mutual orgasms, the times I've seen you naked, and at some point in this escapade we will likely fuck, we've never exchanged names?" I inquired. "And I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but I don't know what to make of it."
"Oh my God, you're right! Hmm... it sort of makes it, well, kind of hot, doesn't it? Intimate anonymity. I'm not sure how I feel about knowing your name, maybe we should make up names to use for this portion of our lives." Her excitement was evident in her voice.
"Hm, I'll go first. I've always wanted to fuck a person named Sofia."
"Ok, then, I'll be Leo." She giggled, "Leo Fucks Sofia."
"Done. So, if you're Sofia now, does that mean I might ever get to fuck you?"
"If you play your cards right," she winked. "But right now, I'm hungry." She patted the empty side of the bed next to her. "Should I call Katie down to see if any food can be delivered?"
"Sure, I don't really want to leave." I smiled at her.
"Great, so, um, remember how we told Katie this morning about our fun with her?" She looked away for a moment, seemingly organizing her thoughts.
"We did? What did she say?" I questioned, curious about the events that unfolded while I was in the bathroom.
"Oh, she was quite turned on by our spectacle. She admitted that she enjoys watching, so we talked about the possibility of letting her...watch again while we personally reenacted the show." She looked down towards the bed, seeming somewhat excited. "So, should we invite her up here tonight around eight?"
I paused for a brief moment, my mind racing with the far-fetched possibility. This woman, she was quite the original. "What do you think?"
"Mmmh, it excites me a lot. I've always considered myself a bit of an exhibitionist. But this really gets me going." Leaning on her hand, she began to rub her thighs together more rapidly. "Do you think you'd be into that? What do you think about the idea?"
"I think that we should order food downstairs, and then ask Katie to join us up here by 8:00."
"Oh my God, yes!" She exclaimed, obviously excited by the prospect.
She rolled over and grabbed her phone. The bedsheet had fallen to her knees. Her pussy was glistening as she dialed.
"Hi, Katie? It's me. In Room...ok, I know who it is." She laughed. "We need something to eat up here. Do any places around here deliver?" She listened before responding. "Sure, whatever you think we'd like. Okay, oh, and by the way, that conversation we had earlier? Yes, yes, we'd love for that to happen if possible. Hmmm yes, we're looking forward to it." She hung up the phone and smiled. "She seemed kind of flustered." She chuckled. "Let's, let's have sex before the food gets here."
She pulled the sheet off us.
"I think I can do that, yes, I agree--it sounds like a fantastic idea." I affirmed with emphasis.
"Oh look, you're already hard for me." She joked as she drew the sheet down. "Is there something that turns you on, maybe?"
"Oh, I'm not sure...maybe a hot, tattooed, naked woman lying next to me who wants me to fuck her?" And we both moved closer, embracing as I continued, whispering in her ear. "A girl who's had my cock in her mouth, who's had an orgasm on my mouth and fingers, who I've come on, who's squirted on me, and now wants me to put my dick inside her for the first time. Fuck her, have sex with her..."
"Mmmm yes, fuck me. Get on top and slide your dick into me, let's do it missionary the first time...let's, let's consummate this adultery, ah fuck, that makes it even hotter." She turned us around so I was on top of her, between her thighs. "We're such bad, bad people, so bad, so naughty. Put yourself in me now!"
I lifted my torso up and she reached down to position my erection in her wet pussy. We both moaned as it slid into her. I began to move slowly in and out, and we kissed passionately. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.
"Ahh, you're fucking me, ahh yes, this is so nice, yes just like that. Slow, but...ah, yes, but..." She paused, then continued. "But fuck me now. Fuck me hard. I want to experience a powerful orgasm, take me over that edge, just FUCK me! Come. In. My. Pussy..."
I bent down and studied her face, her desire to turn this encounter into something more than just an orgasm, something crude, filthy.
I shifted my position and raised her legs over my shoulders, then began plowing into her, thrusting deeply. I pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit. She held her legs apart.
"Fuuccck me yes, ahh yes, more, please slap my tits!"
I'd never done that.
"Do it!" She screamed.
I smacked each breast a few times.
"Yes, yes, yes yes..." Her voice grew in intensity with each word. "Almost, so close...AHHHHHH FUCK ME!"
I was close too. I released her hair, using the strength of both arms to thrust harder as my orgasm was building. She reached down and started stroking her clit quickly, maintaining the rhythm.
"Yes, yes, yes yes..." Her voice increased in pitch with each word. "So close, almost...AAAAAAAAH FUCK!"
That pushed me over the edge, and I collapsed onto her, ejaculating into her. I lay there for a moment before rolling off her. We panted next to each other.
"Well, that was quite a sexual experience." She remarked nonchalantly.
I smiled and gazed at her. She tilted her head to look in my eyes.
"I've never come like that...in...basically, never." She admitted, her face breaking into a grin.
"Yeah, it's been a while for me too."
She reached toward my still erect but starting to wane erection.
"Oh look, I made you a mess, hmm, that actually gives me a brilliant idea." She teased mischievously. "Don't clean up yet. Let's just stay here until Katie delivers the food."
Her statement wasn't long in coming. There was a tapping at the door.
"I'll get it." She said, standing next to the bed while her eyes darted toward me, then back at the door. "I'm answering the door naked!" She whispered with a grin.
She stood by the door, exposing her naked body. I observed the trail of semen dripping down her leg.
"Hey, there's a small leak you might want to handle before anything else." I said to her.
She seemed uninterested, "Nah, why would I do that? That's no fun." She strolled towards the door. "Come join me at the table."
She went around the corner where the door was, and I stood up as I heard the door opening.
"Hello, I've got your..." And Katie hesitated when she saw the naked woman in front of her. "Oh, uh, hi, um, I can just leave the...?"
"No, Katie dear, come in, follow me."
The door closed, and they both turned the corner. Katie's face was bright red, while the woman, whom I referred to as Sofia, was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Come on, Katie, put the bag on the table. Now stand in front of me." Sofia instructed.
Katie was still wearing her white blouse from the morning.
"I've just had sex with that man." Sofia matter-of-factly said. "I need to clean up. Now, get on your knees."
Katie looked stunned, not comprehending or registering the task she was being given.
"Come on. Get on your knees and clean up the semen from my pussy. Start with the one on my thigh."
Katie hesitantly kneeled down. She leaned in, sticking out her tongue, and tidied the small stream of semen up to her shaven pussy.
"Hmm, that's a good start. Now clean up the mess on my pussy, come on, get your tongue in there."
Katie inched closer, extending her tongue further. Sofia grabbed the back of Katie's head and gently led her to her messy pussy. I stood there, fascinated by the spectacle unfolding in front of me.
"Mmm, that's it, baby. Get that tongue deep in my cunt, hmmmm yeeeees deeper, baby, get it all." Sofia purred seductively. "Mmm, that's it, oh, oh fuck, clean that clitoris now, good, right,uh, right there, yes, yeeeeees." Sofia climaxed, covering Katie's face with her cum and juice.
"Come here now, baby." Sofia said.
Katie slowly rose, the lower part of her face glistening. Sofia guided Katie's face to hers and licked her juice and semen off. She then forces her tongue into Katie's mouth, kissing her passionately.
"Mmm, that was an excellent job." Sofia told her. Katie smiled, "Thank you for that, both of you." She glanced back and forth at us. "When can I attend the next performance?"
"Eight o'clock, sweetheart. Just knock on the door and come in. Make sure you walk in wearing only your bra and panties." Sofia informed her.
Katie buttoned her shirt back up, then sped off to the bathroom. We could hear water turning on in the sink.
Sofia moved towards me, whispering into my ear, "She told me she likes being submissive, like being told what to do." Her eyes were shining with excitement. "Isn't that fucking hot?"
"Hmmm, yes, very hot. I can see how much you're enjoying it." I replied, smiling. "I imagine your twisted mind has been conjuring up all sorts of naughty thoughts."
Katie returned, still topless, and positioned herself in front of us, pressing her breasts against Sofia's and giving her a quick kiss on the lips, then moving to me, repeating the same action.
I can't believe how close I was to climaxing when she kissed me. What was it about that that was so mouthwatering?
"I know, right? When her breasts pressed against my chest, my dick responded, just barely brushing against her thigh, I almost came undone." I said.
We both gazed at each other momentarily, mulling over what this could all Mean.
"Tonight could be fantastic." She smiled. "Let's have a bite."
We sat side by side at the tiny table, still bare-skinned, consuming the barebones, yet tasty sandwiches that Katie had brought us. We exchanged trivialities. Underneath it all, there was an unspoken sentiment lingering. The quirkiness of our situation was becoming increasingly evident. What on earth were we, I, engaging in? Naked in a hotel room with a woman I'd just met, sharing some of the filthiest, grittiest sex I'd had in years. The whole experience felt like a fantasy and a torment at once. We weren't behaving in a moral manner. We were self-indulgent and self-centered. It had turned into a game of the moment and the subsequent moment.
"So..." She started awkwardly. "Do you ponder... um, how far over the line do you think we're going?"
"We've definitely wiped away that particular boundary." I replied. "But..."
"I can't let go." She finished. "Not quite yet, there's a culmination here, but it hasn't happened yet. I haven't been this liberated in a long time, so open, taking what I need, want..." She placed down the sandwich and turned her chair to face me. "Turn your chair so it's facing me."
I complied and she put her feet on either side of me, spreading her legs and slowly began to massage her body. She cupped one nipple between her index finger and thumb.
"Mmmmm, I like this, oh, yes, painful pinching. Ah, yes..." She said, moving her hand down to her birth canal, dipping her middle finger into her folds, then running it around her clitoris with her wet fingers. Then she looked straight at me. "Ummmph...yes, I can't wait to see her witness you thrusting your penis into me. Hmmmm perhaps then you'd fuck her perky tits...cover them with your cum. Hmmm, but I do want to watch you penetrate that dirty slut's vagina..." As she spoke, she inserted two fingers into her oozing snatch. "Uuuugh fuck, yes, I'll push her disgusting face into my, uuuugh, my filthy cunt."
I stood up from the chair and knelt before her, prying her fingers free and licking her sex, then circling her clitoris.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah, uuuuugh." As another orgasm overcame her.
