by lanie love
“Trust me, after that little tease you gave him, I will be watching you fuck tonight. Remember this is my show. I say what happens.” I glance back to see him in hot pursuit of us, of her. I lead her into an empty elevator and he makes it just in time before the doors close.
“Beau.” He never looks my way, only at Bethy.
“Island.” I give a nod as he takes his place beside her.
“Beth.”
“Hi.”
My God, she’s sounds so innocent, like she didn’t just fuck herself for all the world to see a minute ago.
“Did you enjoy the show?” I ask him.
“It was very… entertaining.”
“She tastes as good as she looks, you know?”
“Does she now?”
Never taking my eyes off the numbers above the descending elevator, I slip my hands under Bethy’s dress. She moans as I finger fuck her, hitting that spot she likes. Rarely do I do this, it’s her favorite thing next to me sucking on her clit, so I save it for special occasions. She is coming undone right beside him. Island looks straight ahead pretending not to care, but that rise in his pants tells me different. It only takes her a few minutes to come. My hand is now covered in her milky white juices. I take my fingers and brush them across her mouth, coating her lips with the very essence of what makes her Beth, before turning her head to Island. She lifts her mouth to offer him a taste of her. He wastes no time leaning down, licking her lips clean with his tongue.
“Mmmmm.” He moans as her juices are now all over his taste buds.
Unable to get enough, he devours her mouth, greedy for her.
I let go of Beth and step back to watch them. Knowing she now has the go-ahead, she moves into him.
He lifts her up and slams her back against the elevator. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist as she grinds herself into him. The smacking of their lips as they kiss is driving me insane. He is hell bent on fucking her right up against that wall and I am enjoying the shit out of it.
Watching her drive another man to the brink of sexual insanity is a dream come true. I know this is supposed to be her fantasy fuck, but I would be lying if I didn’t say I was enjoying it.
“Fuck.” Island grunts as the elevator pings to a stop. Beth’s feet hit the ground just in time before the doors open.
“Shall we continue this at our place?” I take the opportunity to keep the ball rolling.
“My place is closer. We’ll take my car.” He says.
“Lead the way.” I take my girl by the hand. I wink at her while she looks up at me and smiles, smug elation all over her face at getting her man. He, on the other hand, is feeling frustrated.
“Elevators are too fucking fast.” He adjusts himself. I said that same thing the first time I kissed her on one.
Chapter Two
Beau
Island drives us in his Escalade with Beth sandwiched in the middle. She has our pants unzipped and our dicks out to stroke them, testing the length and the girth of Island’s, but not really jacking either of us off. She wants us to come later. She’s squeezing me a little tighter because she knows I like it rough. All the while, she is peeking out at the people in the cars we stop alongside. She gets a kick out of the ones who figure out what we’re up to. As much as she doesn’t like an audience, she sure as hell is enjoying this.
Once again, we’re in an elevator, riding up to Island’s Penthouse overlooking Marina Del Rey, but this time I keep hold of Beth, much to Island’s dissatisfaction. I’m sure he wants to pummel her right here and now, but all good things come to those who wait.
She is going to owe me big for letting some other prick inside of her. I’m the biggest she’s had so far. She told me all her other boyfriends had been small compared to me and I knew it was true the first time I fucked her. She felt like a goddamn virgin and it was complete with blood from me opening her up. Island is bigger than I am, so I’m running the risk of him doing his own damage to her. I just may fuck Kimberly myself as a reward for allowing this shit. All in the name of love, right?
Island is playing the perfect host, opening his very expensive bottle of red wine after he finds out it’s Bethy’s favorite. One glass to break a little of the tension and now it’s time to get down to what we came here for. He shows us his bedroom and Bethy excuses herself, going into the master bath to freshen up.
“Are you sure about this, Beau?” He checks with me while she’s gone. “I can bow out of this. Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot as fuck, man. I swear you are a lucky bastard, but our friendship is worth more than a fuck.”
“It’s all good. I’m secure in this shit and believe me, I like watching her in action.”
He laughs. Apparently, he’d forgotten that little fetish of mine.
“I thought that was girl on girl action you liked watching.”
“We’re leading up to it. I have a blonde on standby for tomorrow.”
“Fuuukk. I fucking hate you.”
It’s my turn to laugh.
“Right back at you. I was surprised you didn’t take us to your kinky room upstairs.”
“Submissives only.” He raises an eyebrow and I hold up my hands in mock surrender.
****
Island
I take off my clothes and lay on the bed to wait for Beth. I cannot believe this shit I’m getting ready to do. Bro Code Rule number fucking one is you don’t stick your dick in your best bud’s pussy. But then again, I don’t think that applies to friends with kinky as fuck girlfriends and voyeur fetishes.
No way was I going to get involved with her before tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been wanting to fuck her since the first time she pranced in like a kitten in his office. But the minute I found out she was Beau’s girl, I backed off. Imagine my surprise when the next day he offered her to me for a night. I tried to resist. I’m a jealous and possessive man. The moment I fuck a girl, she belongs to me and me only, until I say it’s over. I don’t share and that is the last attitude to have when dealing with shit like this.
Who needs the messiness? It seems I do, because if she is as half as good as I think she is, this shit is going to get real messy real fast. Fuck, when she took those little lace panties off and played with herself, there was no way I was not going to have her tonight. And if Beau Fisher, King of Pervs, wants to watch me fuck his shit into oblivion, so be it. Just thinking about that little sweet tasting pussy of hers gets me hard and that isn’t a very comfortable feeling with just Beau in the room. Thank fuck, it doesn’t take her long to come out of the bathroom.
When she emerges, she is surprised to see me naked and already in bed. She quickly looks to Beau for reassurance and guidance. Damn, she is so much like a submissive. His submissive. The fact that it comes so naturally to her is making it more difficult to see her submit to another man, even if she does belong to him.
“Strip for him. Show him that gorgeous body of yours.” Beau gives her the go-ahead. Mmmm, yes, baby, please do. I’ve been dying to see it.
Beau pours another glass from the wine we brought in and sits down in the corner to watch the show. Beth turns her attention to me, biting her bottom lip and shit, do I want to feel those lips wrapped around my dick. It twitches in anticipation as she slips out of her black stiletto heels and slowly unzips the side of her dress, easing the straps down her arms, letting the soft material drift down to her feet before stepping out of it.
“Fuck.” I moan in awe of her as she stands naked before me.
Her perky breasts with their pink lemonade areolas and cherry pink nipples on her flawless skin are what inspires artists. She’s waxed bare and right now it’s glistening from her arousal. She smells fittingly of the Victoria Secrets scent Pure Seduction and it mixes with her sex very well. Intoxicating. She gets on her knees, resting them on the foot of the bed. Looking back at Beau one last time, he nods his head, giving her permission to continue.
“Do your thing.”
****
Beth
My knees are on the edge of the bed. Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman is playing on a loop in my head, making me much bolder than I should be, but I use it to the fullest of my advantage. Slowly I crawl towards Island, stopping when my mouth is at his dick. It’s much bigger and longer than Beau’s, but I don’t think I’ll have any problem swallowing him down. I’m dying to get a taste of him.
“Sssss.” He hisses when I take him fully into my mouth.
He jerks his hips off the bed, pumping himself in and out as I slurp him down, pull him out, and then slurp him down again. He tastes good, better than I expected. I’ve only had two other men’s dicks in my mouth before Beau’s but Island’s tastes the best out of all of them. He has an earthier taste that’s perfectly combined with salt and citrus, like he had salted oranges earlier today. It could be the tequila he was drinking at the bar.
I can tell he is really enjoying the number I’m doing on him. His moans are turning me on. I was already wet. I’ve been wet since I sat down at the restaurant and Beau had me do all those things to entice him. I’ve never performed in front of a man I wasn’t involved with before, but the way Island was watching me, I couldn’t help but touch myself. His stare was so intense, I could feel how much he wanted me from all the way across the room. The way he licked his lips. I knew he was imagining they were between my legs.
I pretended it was his fingers circling my clit at the table when I came and I was imagining it was his finger fucking me in the elevator instead of Beau. I love Beau, but I haven’t been able to get the idea of fucking Island out of my head. Beau is hot, but Island is sex on legs. I had to stop myself from calling out his name because I knew Beau would be hurt.
When he caught me fantasizing about him, I was sure he would kick me to the curb. He’s been nothing but understanding of my needs. I know it’s not easy having someone like me as a girlfriend, but I can’t help wanting what I want. I knew the moment I laid eyes on Island in Beau’s office, he would be an amazing lay. Not experiencing him would have haunted me. I’m so glad I have a man who is just as kinky as I am and is letting me get this out of my system. I’ll reward him with Kim. She is all game for doing it with me while Beau watches. And she has the nerve to tease me about being a slut.
I feel Island’s hands on my head lifting me up. I release him from my mouth. The suction I had on him pops him out and his precum dribbles down his shaft. He growls when I lick it off.
“Come here.” He commands me. I forget all about Beau as I move to do what Island says. He hands me a condom and I slide it on before straddling him.
“Shit.” I whisper when his large tip is at my opening.
I suck my breath at the demands his dick is making on me as I try to slide down on it. He is so thick that it hurts, but it is such a sweet sensation of pain. I want more of it. I want more of him. I clamp around him hungrily and I can’t stop my walls from contracting in an effort to close back up again.
“Fuck, that’s it.” His voice is low and raspy as I slide farther down on him. He watches as more and more of his dick disappears inside of me. “Take it, Beth. Yeah, just like that.” Finally reaching the base of him, I grind the heels of my feet into his bed and begin to bounce. Slowly at first, setting a rhythm, before moving faster until I am bouncing and bucking on top of him. Our moans mix together in sheer pleasure every time the skin of his groin rubs across my now fully engorged clit, making me wetter with each stroke. “Fuck.” He moans as I come.
I’ve always been a quick comer, but I come multiple times and it’s always a lot of it. I lift off him, letting him watch as my thick juices run out of me and down his dick before I plunge him back into me again.
This man is a drug and I am his addict.
He holds me by my waist, watching me bounce on top of him. My orgasm is still seeping out of me onto him. He feels so damn good. He’s thick and fills me so completely my muscles clamp around him. My nipples are sticking out taut, plump, and bright pink. They are wet with sweat and begging for him to ease their tension. He lifts his head, pops one in his mouth and moans as he suckles like a starving infant.
“Even your sweat tastes good.” He says. My fingers find their way to the back of his head, pulling him into me. His hands are on my back, caressing the silky-smooth skin, pulling me closer to him. “Goddamn, you are heaven. You fit perfectly in my arms like you were made for me.”
“Island.” His name escapes my lips in a low moan. His mouth is at my ear and the feel of his breath arouses me. “Oh, my God, you feel so good.”
“That’s right, Baby.”
Pulling away from his hold, I stop moving on top of him. His dick is pulsating inside of me wondering why I stopped.
Calling me something so intimate as baby sends me crashing back down from whatever sex induced euphoria he just had me in and I remember Beau. I turn around to look at him and he is completely turned on watching us. I reach for him, wanting him to join us, but he shakes his head. He was never meant to join in, only to watch, but I want him with me now to help ease the intimacy I am feeling with Island. My face frowns, upset with him. It always works and now is no exception. He quickly rids himself of his clothes and comes to me. Island flips me over and turns us around so that I am on my back with my head at the foot of the bed where Beau is standing.
“Oh God, yes.” I cry out when he pounds deep into me. He is almost angry. The way he is pounding hard into me, it almost feels like a punishment fuck. The sudden change in him makes me wonder at the cause. But that all soon flies out of my head when he starts to hit my spot with the tip of his dick. My canal is longer than most girls and I haven’t had a dick that can hit that spot. Island’s dick is my fantasy come to life. It’s like it was made for me. He goes even deeper as he lifts my knees up and holds them in place with his forearms while he pounds me so hard it causes my tits to violently slam up and down. I’m sliding on his satin sheets with the force of his thrusts. Oh God Island, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Beau taps my mouth with his dick and I hyperextend my neck to suck him. He reaches down to stimulate my clit.
My cries are a garbled mess now that Beau’s dick is stuffed in my mouth. I grab hold of his ass, pulling him further into me until my lips hit the base of him. They spread into a smile when I hear him moan. Being stimulated and fucked by them both feels beyond good. It is much, much too much. I never want it to end, but I know it will soon. I feel my orgasm building and all I can do now is give in to it. I’m almost afraid to let it come. I know it’s going to be a tsunami-size wave that will consume me and shatter any ounce of sanity I have left, but I’m powerless to stop it. My body is no longer my own, it’s now the property of Beau and Island to do with it as they please. I begin to whimper at the first feel of it, but I hold it at bay, staving it off as long as I can.
“Come on, Bethy. Let Island have it.” Beau coaxes me, brushing his fingers over my clit faster. “Let him feel that pussy when it comes.” I squirm and grind under his hand. Island’s dick thrusts long and deep in and out of me. His rhythm is torturous and deliciously sweet. He is hitting me in just the right spot, getting me so wet that it makes a splattering sound when our bodies slap together.
“Shit…. Shit… Fuck, Beth.” Island moans at my vice grip around him in orgasm. It rips through me so violently, I nearly pass out from the pleasure of it.
“Aw, shit.” Beau moans. I feel his cum shoot down my throat. It’s a huge load and I have to keep swallowing fast to get it all down. “Mhm, that’s my girl.” Island is a second behind Beau. Pulling out of me, he takes off his condom and shoots his thick load on my stomach, marking me and grunting violently with every stream of cum he ejaculates.
****
I lay with heavy rubber legs open to Island, out of breath, sated, and extremely tired. I jerk up when he slaps his still semi-hard dick on my sensitive clit. Beau takes his limp dick out of my mouth, slapping my lips the same way. I have no clue why they’re both doing it or what it’s supposed to mean, but I can’t help
but laugh at the two of them. That is until I feel Island grow hard again.
He flips me over and yanks me up on my knees, doggy style. I hear him behind me, fumbling in his drawer for a condom. I curse out loud when he slides into me. His dick seems even bigger in this position. He grabs hold of my hair, twisting it around his hand, yanking my head back. He uses it to keep me in place and under his control.
Beau is trying to put his dick in my mouth, but it is still soft. I take it in anyway and suck it until it gets hard again. He has now joined the party, bucking into my mouth. He loves fucking it. Island smacks my ass and I muffle a surprised scream. He starts to pound into me harder, forcing Beau’s dick even further down my throat until I almost choke on it.
“You like fucking me with your mouth, Bethy?” Beau pops his dick out and smacks my lips with it. “You’re such a slut. You like being a slut for Island, letting him fuck you like that?”
“Yes. Yes, I love being a slut for Island.”
“Ask him if he likes fucking your tight pussy?”
“Do… Oh, God, he feels so good. Do you like fu… fucking my pussy, Island?”
“Fuck, yes.” Island lets me know just how much he loves it by going in deeper. “I love your tight pussy. Fuck, it feels good. I want you to come on me. Do you want to come on my cock, Beth?”
OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD, YES. I love this dirty talking type of shit. That’s it. That. Is. It. That’s all I can stand of them talking to me like this, of Island fucking me like this.
I come. I come so hard I see stars. I don’t know what happens next. I don’t know if either of them comes or not because I am knocked out and down for the count. I really hope Island doesn’t mind me sleeping. I won’t be able to move even if I want to get up and leave.
Chapter Three
Island
I awaken to the feel of Beth snuggling into me in her sleep. I fucked her into oblivion last night. Beau couldn’t wake her, so we put her to bed, each of us lying beside her. I’ve never slept in this bed with anyone of my lays, let alone with one who has a husband/boyfriend, or whatever the fuck they call themselves, but he is a guy who just happens to be my closest friend.