Watching Me, Watching You

by Gwennan Thomas

  ‘You want to taste me?’ I asked Tom.

  I glanced at Kelly and she smiled, then nodded, watching me with her own eyes although the phone was still pointed at us.

  ‘Yes,’ Tom said.

  I moved slowly up his body, letting him feel the moist warmth between my legs on his skin. I knelt above his face, looked down at him, and said, ‘You want me?’

  ‘God, yes.’

  ‘Good.’

  I lowered myself onto him, wet against his mouth, and groaned immediately as his tongue began to work.

  I love oral sex and if I can, I love to draw it out for as long as possible. Sometimes I moved with Tom’s tongue, and sometimes I pressed down hard, sitting firmly on his face. When it became too much for me, I’d raise myself up and let him lick or kiss my open thighs. Sometimes I looked down to watch him, my hands braced against the wall opposite, and other times I leaned back so I could tease his cock with one hand behind me. Kelly watched and filmed it all, and seeing this turned me on as much as Tom’s tongue licking between my legs. The only person not getting to see any of it was Tom.

  Kelly pulled at imaginary bra straps and I obeyed. I eased my shoulder straps down first then reached behind to unfasten the back. I turned my body slightly towards her when I pulled the bra down and away from my chest. I dropped it behind me, letting it fall onto Tom so he’d know what I’d done.

  Sure enough, he groaned his frustrated approval into me while Kelly nodded hers.

  Without her direction, I moved away from Tom’s mouth. Immediately he said, ‘I want to see them.’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Please? You have such great tits.’

  ‘Yeah?’

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Say it again, then.’

  ‘You have great tits. I want to touch them. Suck them.’

  I wanted him to touch them too, but Kelly surprised me by getting there first, approaching silently and taking one of my breasts into her hand to squeeze it gently. It shocked a groan from me, not that I’d have tried to stop her had I seen her, and she took advantage by kneading at my other one, all the while avoiding my nipples. Then, just as suddenly, she released me and stepped back again, raising her phone for a close up of my breasts, pointing it first at one then the other, focussing on my erect nipples.

  ‘You want me to touch you,’ Tom said. ‘I heard you.’

  I was still looking at Kelly, in utter amazement. She held up her free hand as if to say sorry, my bad, and gave me that arrogant little smile yet again. But as much as I hated that smile, I wanted the little bitch to grab my tits again because Tom sure as hell couldn’t and my nipples ached for someone’s touch, someone’s tongue.

  Kelly fluttered her hand at me – get on with it.

  I moved further down Tom’s body and bent over him, lowering my chest to his mouth. As soon as he sensed I was close enough he sat up as far as he could and kissed my breasts. His mouth and chin, wet with my arousal, made my breasts slick as he kissed and nuzzled at the soft flesh. My nipples ached with neglect until finally he found one and tongued it. I was still groaning at that when he sucked it in and I gave a drawn-out sigh that was as much relief as exhaled pleasure.

  Kelly had come around to one end of the bed to watch. After a minute or so of that, she held a finger up and made a circular motion with it for me to turn around. I sat up, much to Tom’s audible regret, and turned around so I was straddling his chest backwards. His cock was pointing right up and I descended upon it with open mouth, easing my pussy back to Tom’s mouth as a fair exchange.

  We’d only done this once before and he’d come very quickly, so I was going to have to be careful if Kelly wanted to see some sex. I moved on him slowly and pressed myself against him, getting more stimulation from the position than he was. That previous time, he’d clutched my arse to hold me hard against his mouth, nuzzling between my thighs with hungry sounds that echoed my own. Now, with his hands tied, he couldn’t grab me but he seemed to like what he was doing well enough anyway.

  Kelly came back around to the side to get a good view of us sixty-nining. She turned the phone sideways to fit the entire bed into the frame. I ignored her, licking the tip of Tom’s cock before working my way down his shaft to tongue his balls. His groan was muffled – which struck me as being a bit of a pun.

  I pointed to my dressing table and Kelly turned to look, keeping her phone focused on the action. She saw what I wanted and grabbed the condom for me but she didn’t bring it over.

  ‘Do you like this?’ I said, sucking Tom’s cock again before resting my breasts over him. Kelly nodded but I was talking to Tom. I fidgeted into a position that allowed him to speak.

  ‘Yeah,’ he said.

  I didn’t allow him anything else, pushing my pussy back to his face and sucking him into my mouth again. He found my clit briefly with his probing tongue and I moaned around his cock. I brushed my hair to one side so Kelly could see him going in and coming out, and I reached out for the condom, making grabbing gestures. When she didn’t hand it over, I eased away so my breasts were dangling over Tom’s cock. ‘You came really quickly last time – think you can hold on till I fuck you?’

  Tom could only make a grunting noise while licking me but I wasn’t really seeking an answer from him – I was explaining things to Kelly.

  She opened the condom, but still didn’t give it to me. I suddenly realised what she had in mind, and felt uneasy. This time the question I asked Tom was genuine. ‘You’re sure – totally sure, I mean – that you’re up for anything?’ He grunted a yes, in a tone that urged me to just get on with whatever it was I had in mind.

  I nodded at Kelly, telling myself that if she tried to push things much further than this, I’d call a halt. Sighing, I leaned back to allow her more space. It gave Tom access to different areas and I writhed against him, closing my eyes for a moment to enjoy where his tongue was.

  When I opened them again, Kelly had put the condom to the tip of Tom’s cock. She held it with her fingertips and eased it down over him. When it didn’t unroll fully, she pumped at him quickly to get it on. I felt him groan against me and took her hand in mine to stop her, slow her down. With my hand on hers, we guided the condom on, right down to the base. She cupped Tom’s balls. She has smaller hands than me but I don’t think he noticed.

  ‘Fuck him for me,’ she whispered. ‘Show me.’

  With my thighs clamped over his ears Tom didn’t hear, but I still didn’t like her speaking. I pushed her away and turned around before she could complain or do anything else, hoping she’d realise Tom would hear her this time if she said anything. But just in case she didn’t realise, or didn’t care, I positioned myself over his cock, held him in position, and guided him back and forth against me, teasing a moan from him. Then I eased his cock inside me, but only the tip.

  ‘You want to fuck me?’

  ‘God, yes.’

  I sat down quick and took all of him in.

  We all of us groaned, Tom and me louder than Kelly, thankfully. I sat on him without moving and said, ‘How’s that, baby?’

  ‘Amazing.’

  ‘Yeah?’ I said. ‘And this?’ Rising up.

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘And this?’ Sinking down.

  ‘Yeah! Oh, yeah, come on. That’s it.’

  ‘Like this?’ I came up quicker, drove down harder.

  ‘Yeah. Fuck me, yeah.’

  I faced Kelly for a few thrusts, letting her see me sigh and moan with the pleasure of it, arching my back to push my chest out for her. She filmed me, then panned the phone down to Tom as he pulled against his restraints, wanting to grab me, hold me, draw me to him. When Kelly’s phone was on me again, I put my hands into my hair and raised my arms to lift it up and let it drop, rocking back and forth. Kelly loved that. She stepped back to get more of us in frame. Stepped back again. And again. She was close to Tom’s end of the bed now, and she didn’t know it but another step would put his hand on her leg.

  ‘Kel
ly!’ I hissed.

  She stopped. I stopped.

  Tom said, ‘What?’

  ‘Kelly,’ I said again. ‘Did she suspect anything?’

  I resumed my rocking motion to distract him from the timing of such a question.

  Kelly turned to see what had almost happened, saw his tied hand, and, quickly but quietly, moved clear of the bed.

  ‘No,’ Tom said. ‘Kelly hasn’t got a clue.’

  She smiled behind her raised phone.

  ‘How do you know?’ I said, still moving slowly.

  ‘I just know. Oh, yeah, that’s good.’

  I didn’t like her smile.

  Raising myself up from Tom so that almost his entire length slid out of me, I asked, ‘What’s her story, anyway?’

  ‘Kelly? Nothing.’

  I hesitated over him, sensing more. I could tell there was something because not only had her smile gone, but she was looking angry and shaking her head.

  ‘She came on to me once,’ Tom said. ‘Is that a big deal?’

  I sank back onto him to show him it wasn’t, to reward him, and he cried out so loudly I thought he might have come already. I sat still but felt no throbbing or bucking beneath me. He was good to go for a while longer. I clenched tight and moved in small circles. He moaned.

  Kelly was red-faced but I couldn’t tell if it was with anger or embarrassment. I decided I didn’t want her angry with me, not with what she had on her phone. And also, thanks to her, I was having fun. She may have been a voyeur, but I was a bit of an exhibitionist, as it turned out, and having her watch me was more of a thrill than even my illicit affair with Tom.

  ‘Why didn’t you do anything about it?’

  Kelly looked keen for an answer too, but Tom only moaned as I rocked on his lap. So I stopped.

  ‘She’s not very experienced,’ he said.

  Kelly looked like she was about to throw her phone at him. Clearly it was not the answer she’d hoped for.

  ‘I bet you she’s eager, though,’ I said, resuming my movements. ‘I bet she’d love it. And she’s so petite. Cute figure. Small, perfect tits.’

  Tom groaned but I wasn’t moving enough to warrant it. He was responding to the dirty talk.

  ‘Firm. Tiny. Bottom,’ I said, matching my words with three hard bounces.

  Tom grunted with each one. ‘Why are you saying this?’

  Kelly seemed just as curious, but at least she’d calmed down now.

  I leaned right down, pressing my breasts to his chest, kissing his neck as I looked at her and said, ‘Imagine fucking her …’

  ‘What?’

  I braced myself on my elbows and pushed back so he was as deep as possible inside me. He squirmed and I moaned at the way his pelvis pressed up against mine.

  ‘Imagine going into her room when the others are asleep and taking those little tits into your hands … your mouth.’ I put my breasts to his mouth, one and then the other, quickly, keeping the weight of them from him but letting him feel the nipples on his lips, letting him lick them. ‘Flipping her over and fucking her.’ I clenched his cock into me, withdrew, then pumped back down to punctuate the last few words. ‘Hard. From. Behind.’

  He groaned with each thrust.

  ‘That nice little bottom pushed up against you,’ I said, slowing down. ‘Clutching her tits.’ Then, speeding up again, I added, ‘Banging. Her. Hard.’

  I looked up at Kelly. She was as hot as I was. Flustered and frustrated. After all, it was me getting the sex. She could only watch.

  ‘Like you did me the other night on the sofa,’ I said, facing Kelly. ‘Doing me doggy style as I clutched the armrests. Before I did this to you.’

  I fucked him then with no more talk. I fucked him harder than I had that night on the sofa because all the talk of him and Kelly had turned me on. I could picture them easily, fucking and gasping and grappling in the dark of her room, and in my imagination it was so clear it was like I was the one watching, not her. I thought of that, riding him and riding him, and when I was close I opened my eyes to watch her watching, coming loud and hard like the last time she saw me.

  Eventually I slowed, settling still with a sigh.

  ‘Thanks, baby,’ I said, panting for breath, chest heaving and sweaty. I leaned down and kissed him.

  ‘You can thank me by untying me. I haven’t finished with you yet. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to hold your tits and bang you till you come again.’

  I looked at Kelly with a grin, one hand in my wild hair, ready to thank her as well, and saw that at some point she’d stripped off her clothes. Kelly was naked.

  ‘Er …’ I said.

  ‘What?’ said Tom. ‘Come on! You put the little housemate fantasy there, let me finish it.’

  Kelly beckoned me off him but I refused to move. I still wasn’t totally convinced that I should have allowed her to cop a feel of his cock, so I was certain that if I let her take my place without his knowledge, it’d be a form of rape.

  Kelly understood.

  ‘Want to do it for real?’ she said.

  Tom tensed beneath me.

  ‘I’m here, right now,’ she said.

  ‘Kelly?’

  ‘Why don’t you tell her the real reason why you “didn’t do anything about it” when I came on to you that time?’

  She straddled his chest in front of me. When he didn’t elaborate, she turned and told me, ‘He has a girlfriend.’

  ‘What?’

  I shouldn’t have been hurt, especially as I had a boyfriend. And the truth was, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. But now that I’d learned the truth, the fact that he hadn’t told me was what mattered.

  I climbed off him, pulled my stockings up, and looked for my knickers.

  Kelly shifted herself back so she was near to where I’d been. She directed her phone down at Tom’s face. ‘Tell her it’s true.’

  He turned his head to where he could hear me moving, looking for my bra. ‘Yeah, OK,’ he said. ‘But –’

  ‘Shh,’ said Kelly. She reached behind to hold his cock before it could wilt during his confession, and moved back still further so his erection pressed against the crack of her arse and stayed hard. ‘The thing is,’ she said, rising up over him, letting the tip of it play against her as she’d seen me do a moment ago, ‘I’ve just filmed all of that. And if you don’t want your girlfriend to ever see it …’

  ‘Kelly,’ I said, ‘you really don’t need to blackmail him. He wants to fuck you.’

  ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Get your –’

  Whatever he was going to say was lost to a cry from Kelly as she sank down onto his cock. He cried out too at the sudden force of it. She rode him hard for a few eager bounces then mimicked me in the way she lowered her breasts to his face. He sucked them in as eagerly as she offered them.

  I watched. I’d seen porn before, of course, but watching it live was something else. If I hadn’t already come so hard, and if I hadn’t had a point to prove, I’d have been getting back on that bed. As it was, I only watched. And when Kelly let go of her mobile to take off Tom’s blindfold, to sit up and play with her hair, as I’d shown her, I took the phone from the pillow and found the footage she’d filmed.

  ‘Don’t,’ she said.

  ‘I won’t,’ said Tom, misunderstanding. ‘Not yet. I can hold on.’

  I showed Kelly what I was doing. She nodded and forgot about me again to fuck Tom while I sent the film she’d recorded to my own phone. I’d watch it later, maybe learn a few things about myself.

  My phone chimed, and I retrieved it from the bedside table. I checked it, message received, and untied Tom’s hands while I was there. He sat up immediately with something close to a growl, pulled and squeezed at a gasping Kelly, then pushed her off him. She protested briefly, taking it as a rejection, but all he did was turn her over to do her from behind. She clutched at the bedposts as desperately as he clutched her waist. He pulled her against him as he thrust into her, again, again, again. I’
d warmed him up well for this; it wouldn’t matter how experienced she was.

  I went over to my dressing table and cleared it of make-up and jewellery with a sweep of my arm.

  ‘What are you doing?’ Tom said. Maybe he thought I was angry.

  Kelly merely looked at me, but her eyes implored me to stay, or thanked me, or something – it was hard to tell with all her open-mouthed noises. Anyway, I wasn’t going anywhere. It was my room.

  I sat on the dressing table. ‘Just getting a better view.’

  I raised my phone and filmed every thrust, every cock-hungry contortion of Kelly’s face, and I did it smiling.

  Skimpy

  by Scarlett Blue

  ‘We don’t mind what you wear, as long as your pussy is exposed. Totally exposed. Not a slightly see-through skirt, or a long top, or covered with tassels. Nothing at all on the bottom. How would you feel about doing that?’

  I have to admit it was the strangest, and undoubtedly the best, conversation I’d ever had with a boss in my life. I got butterflies as she was saying it, but it was as much from excitement as apprehension.

  The thought of walking around a party with a tray of drinks, or serving behind the bar completely bottomless was terrifying – in an I-can’t-fucking-wait kind of way.

  In Australia a “skimpy” is a scantily clad barmaid or waitress, and I’d applied to be one to pay for my post-uni travels there. I’d ended up on the books of a specialist agency and had worked every weekend in a bikini or lingerie, serving red-blooded male clients with their beer and snags, and occasionally treating them to a flash of my breasts if they tipped me well enough. And I’d had a ball – I loved every minute of it.

  The tips more than doubled the basic wage and the guys couldn’t get enough of my reserved English accent, prim brown bob and pale skin – so different to the Aussie girls with their tall, tanned bodies and sun-bleached hair. I got a kick every time a customer paid me to take my top off, enjoying the warm evening air on my bare breasts but enjoying all the eyes even more. No matter what a man is doing, he’ll stop when he sees a topless woman. Being collectively desired by so many men gave me such a rush.