Whispers

I throw her onto our bed while leaving him to figure out how to turn enough to watch us. I grab another piece of rope as she turns herself onto her back, hands pinned beneath her own body weight. I push her back onto her side and undo one of the cuffs. I lengthen it until it can reach the ankle I pull up behind her. With her back on her back, she presents her free wrist to me, knowing full well what I want. I tie this wrist to its corresponding ankle before stepping back. She is curled backwards with her back touching the bed and her legs flat on the bed, though they are bent up around to the sides to accommodate the tie.

I glance at her eyes again as I kneel on the edge of the bed. I can feel the man behind me watching us, having figured out how to get turned around. I lean down with my hands on either side of her hips and lips aiming for her throbbing pink and purple cunt. I stick my ass in the air, close enough to taunt my boy without his cock being able to reach farther than a mere brush against my skin. And I suck her clit into my mouth

Her back bows, finally getting the pleasure she has been longing for this whole time. She cries my name as my boy moans softly behind me and brushes his cock against my ass again.

I reach up and slip one finger inside her throbbing pussy. I can feel her pulse through the walls of flesh as I stroke the top of the canal. I know where her favorite spot is, but I’m not going to give her that pleasure just yet. I stroke slowly, in and out, getting ever closer to her spot, but never quite making it.

I raise my head from her wet pussy and look over my shoulder at my boy. I lean back just a little, and now he can feel my outer lips pulling at his head every time he moves. It’s the best kind of sex, for me, when I have both of my lovers right where I want them: horny to the point of pain and wanting more. But only one will be satisfied today, I decide.

I turn back to the woman with her legs spread wide for me. I pull my fingers out, and my hand and wrist are dripping with her wetness. It’s a beautiful sight, a wonderful feeling, and I know it tastes just as good. I make sure she’s cracked her eyes to look at me before I raise my hand to my lips and flick my tongue out to caress one side of my wrist. So much sweeter, she is, than the man behind me. I sit up and press my shoulders against him while I continue licking my hand. His dick is pressed between our bodies and I can feel him trying to thrust into me in any way he can. But I look into my partner’s eyes, and I see her understand that she has won the right to complete, unadulterated pleasure as I pull away from my man.

Wrist and ankles still tied, I take care to not kneel on her elbows or shoulders. Instead, I end up with my wet pussy hovering just above her face. She looks up at me from around my cunt and tits, pleading with her eyes since she can’’t speak. I reach back and flick her clit at the same time that I press mine into her lips. She starts sucking immediately, grazing teeth over the hood and moaning into my cunt. She knows just how I like it.

After a moment, I pull away, though she tries to follow me by sitting up. I turn quickly and put my clit back in her waiting lips. The new angle is wondrous, and I feel a tight warmth growing in my cunt. I look up at my man, pained and aching for a touch. I reach up with one hand to stroke him, but he is not my focus for the afternoon. With his cock still firmly in my grasp, I bend down and flick a tongue over my lover’’s clit. She moans anew into my pussy and that sets me to working her. I know the man in my hand is getting off on watching us while I stroke him, I can feel the eagerness in the pulse of his cock and the tiny whimpers he’s trying to hold in. But soon I abandon him in favor of the sweet tang of my partner’’s pussy. I spread both sets of her lips with my hands and plunge my tongue inside of her. It doesn’t go far, but I know how deep it can feel. I reach for her spot with it, though I know I won’’t make it, and feel her shudder beneath me.

She changes position and gets yet a new angle on my clit at the same time that I reach in and start pounding her hard and fast with my hand. I’’m nearly sitting on her face, now, with each thrust against her favorite place bringing a cry from her lips.

As I feel the peak of orgasm reaching down into my clit, I can feel the contractions of her pussy around my hand as she draws to the same ripping climax. In the same moment, we orgasm loud and long, her nearly screaming into my pussy while collapse over top of her, my hand still buried deep and twitching inside of her. Every tiny movement – her lips on my clit, my hand in her vagina – sends chills of pleasure running through our bodies as we quivering against one another.

I get up, untie her, and pick her up. She wraps herself around me.

I give a last glance to the man tied to my ceiling. Meeting his shocked look with a smirk, I take my partner out of our room for some quality clean-up time. And who knows? We might just fuck again in the shower.

This entry was posted on Friday, November 20th, 2009 at 5:28 am and is filed under Fantasies.