This fabulous story is written and read by Sundial. This is part 4 in a series that covers a whole range of hot adventures over the course of one day. You can check out part 1 ‘a mouth and a cunt full of cock’, Part 2 ‘just for a moment‘ and part 3 ‘sex on the beach‘ to catch up with the intensely sexy story so far.
You get the ingredients out of the fridge for our dinner. Quick and light tonight. After today’s teasing, we mean to get down to business as soon as we can. The randiness of all three of us is off the scale. He takes up a knife and helps you.
Sex on the beach has emboldened me. I want to hurry things along. Without being asked, I unbutton my blouse and take it off, fold it and put it on the sofa. You catch the movement and turn to watch me. You touch his arm and he looks at you, follows your pointing finger. He puts the knife down and turns.
I pull my long skirt down over my legs and step out of it. Looking up at you both, I move into the kitchen. I want to watch you watching me. Your eyes are smouldering at me and there’s a half smile on your lips. He’s just staring, his expression unreadable.
“Go on,” you say.
So I undo my bra and let it fall down my arms, watching with gratification your two sets of eyes dropping to my chest. He licks his tongue over his bottom lip and I suppress a grin. I turn slightly away from you both, and hook my thumbs into the sides of my knickers and pull them slowly down, revealing my labia. Oh and I feel the wetness, as the crotch drags down over my thighs. Mmmh.
With infinite slowness, I bend at the waist and pull them all the way down to my ankles, my feet, enjoying the feel of my tits swinging forward with the movement. And when I straighten, I can see you both appreciated my slow bend as well. That peek at my butt-plug, still snugly fitted, and the loop of my pleasure balls.
And in a nod to a previous time, you give me a cushion. Thrilling, I know what to do. I place the cushion on the kitchen floor where I can be accessed from all sides, kneel up on it, legs slightly spread, hands clasped behind my head, and I wait.
Since we did this before, you and I sometimes come back to it, but this will be his first time playing this game. He’s read the blog, he knows what’s happening. I can see it in his eyes.
I am to be a free-use pleasure station for the cooks.
“How about something a little more sophisticated?” you ask, opening the fridge.
“Oh, definitely,” he says, staring down at me.
A little later, you come to me, undoing your belt, teasing me with the sound of it. Uhh. You get your dick out in short order and I grin up at you.
“Open up,” you say and I do.
You push the length of yourself into my mouth. You’re rough with me, your pleasure station, and saliva begins to run down my chin. Knowing how you love it, I look up into your eyes with you cock thrusting between my lips. I glance at him, he’s watching us.
“Something missing,” he says, circling around me.
He undoes his own belt and frees it, and I hear it dragging over the denim, just behind my head. And while you fuck my face, he hunkers down, his knee brushing my side, so I feel his huge presence there, so close. He pulls my hands down together behind my back and wraps his belt around my wrists, around those bruises he gave me. Ohhh. He secures it, and then he lets his hands drift upwards along my arms to my shoulders.
This time, the kiss when it comes is not gentle. He bites my shoulder, sucking and marking it. And with that gorgeous numbing sensation spreading through me from where his lips are fastened to me, I breathe out a sigh around your cock. His hands find my nipples and he pinches them, pulls them hard. Still watching my eyes, you push yourself deeply into my throat. Uhh and you throb, and I focus on your dick, and on the pain he’s causing me with his cruel fingers and his biting, sucking mouth.
Uhh. And then you’re both gone and I’m breathing hard. And I’m grinning, loving being here on my knees for your pleasure.
I watch you both for a time, feeling beautifully ignored and desperately wanton. Then he comes to stand in front of me and he opens his jeans, takes them off and rolls them up. He puts them down on the cushion between my spread legs.
“You’re dripping,” he says, not unkindly, pulling his T-shirt over his head and placing that between my legs as well.
He squats a little and I enjoy the eye-candy the position makes of his thighs. I look up at him and he strokes his dick against my cheek. I turn my head and lick it, from the base to the tip, watching his eyes. His tongue sweeps his lower lip in and it catches between his teeth a second. Again I lick him from base to tip, and he strokes the saliva I leave on him around my face. Uhh, and that’s so hot.
He slips it between my lips then, and I suck him in, just like I did this morning, all the way to the back of my throat, keeping eye-contact for as long as I can. And when my lips kiss his fingers, he lets his dick go and his hand closes around the back of my head, pulling me to him, so he slides in, even deeper. Uhh he grunts.
He lets my head go and ever so slowly, I release his dick, my tongue teasing at him, following the tip of him out of my mouth. He slips it sideways into his briefs and strokes my cheek with his fingers. Uhh, my clit is alive, throbbing. I’ve lost count of how many times it’s been close to tipping me over today. You turn and I grin at you.
“You love this, don’t you?” you say.
I nod at you, not trusting myself to speak.
You move behind me, reaching down over my shoulders to cup my tits, and I feel the length of you through your jeans, pushing at the back of my head. I move my head against you and you pinch my nipples. He turns to watch the tease. And he looks so hot standing there almost naked, his cock a hard outline in his briefs. I lick my lips and swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth.
With a sharp wrist movement, you shake my tits by the nipples and he’s staring down at them now. I look down at what you’re doing. It feels so good and it looks so sordid. You roll my nipples then, between your fingers and oh, my clit. You spread your fingers out under my tits and squeeze them both, hard. I moan in my pleasure. Again you pinch my nipples and shake them.
He stands before me and gets his dick out, I don’t hold back this time. My tease on him is a reflection of how I’m feeling. I am so desperate to be touched, to be made to come. He groans, his breath catching, but before I can pull him over the edge, he backs off.
“Not yet,” he says.
And I do consider begging for him, it’s a near thing…
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