by Sara Cate
Avery uses her hands to push my legs apart wider, my pussy now in full view. I’ve never been this exposed. No one has ever seen me this way. “Avery, please,” I whimper, but I’m not sure what it is I’m pleading for.
“It’s okay Chloe, I can’t help looking at you too.” She bites down harder on her lip, “You’re so fucking beautiful Chlo,” she says, her finger reaching and touching me, making me flinch as she slides through my wetness.
“Oh God,” I moan, clenching my legs together, but Avery stops me, not letting them come together.
“Relax, baby girl. I’m going to make you feel good. I know you didn’t get to finish downstairs. Neither did Zane. What do you think he’s doing right now Chloe?” she asks, spreading my lips as she rubs her thumb against my clit. I tremble under her touch, arching my back off the bed, and shake my head, unknowing of what she’s asking me.
“Think about it Chloe, he’s in his room right now, as we speak, with his hand wrapped around his cock, as he pumps himself to the sight of us. Imagining what we’re doing up in the room, thinking about how fucking perfect we’d feel wrapped around his thick erection.”
“Yes.” She inserts a finger into me, and I already feel my arousal pulsating through my pussy.
“One day I’m going to taste you Chloe.” She moves faster, inserting in another, and I wince as I feel her stretch me. Avery fucks me with her fingers, bringing me to the edge, my orgasm ready to consume me. It feels so fucking good, I can’t believe we’re doing this. I fight the urge to close my eyes wanting to see the look on Avery’s face as she fucks me, but also needing to picture her and Zane on the couch.
“The next time we do this,” she moans, blowing softly against me, “My tongue will be licking and lapping away as you find release against my fingers, but for now, I need you to come for me. Come around my fingers, clench around me as you ride out your orgasm. Close your eyes and picture it’s Zane’s hand who’s fucking your sweet virgin pussy. Close your eyes and picture the two of us.”
I can’t help but obey her commands. I close my eyes, picturing Zane on top of her just as he was downstairs, his fingers deep inside of her as she slammed against his hand. I hear her moans, her cries as she rode out her orgasm against him. And then I’m picturing the both of us, but this time I’m on the couch in Avery’s spot being fingered by Zane as Avery watches from the stairs. “Oh, god. Avery I can’t, I need to…”
My words die on my lips as I come so fucking hard, harder than I ever have before.
“Fuck, Chloe, that was the single hottest thing that I’ve ever seen.” Avery moans, and I open my eyes to look at her. There is a hypnotizing look of lust in her gorgeous green eyes, all I want to do is make her feel the way she just made me feel. “Zane needs to see this Chloe. The moment he sees the two of us like this, he won’t hesitate to fuck our brains out.”
I sit up, my muscles weak from the energy I just released. “How are we supposed to do that Avery? It’s not like we can just go downstairs and sprawl ourselves out on the couch, naked.”
“As tempting as that sounds, you're right. He won’t go for it if we just come out and say it. It needs to be his idea. He needs to creep in and see us or watch us.” Her eyes light up and I know she’s found a way. Avery and her crazy ideas, they always work but they sure are out of this world.
“I know exactly what we’re going to do Chloe. We’re going to catch you a daddy, and it’s going to be so fucking good.”
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The following day we stayed out of Zane’s way as much as we could. Things were already awkward as fuck between us, Zane barely looking either one of us in the eye. He kept to himself, holed up in his office with the claim he had work that needed to be done. We were fine with it. We needed him to avoid us, it was the only way Avery’s plan was going to work.
“Wait, how are we going to get him to watch?” I ask, still unsure of the extensive ploy she’s concocted.
Avery sits in the bed beside me, “It’s called Friendly Fans Chloe. We’ll get an invite sent to Zane, asking him to subscribe to an account, it will be mine. We can start off innocent, just us hanging out in sexy lingerie, we’ll do some light petting before we move into removing our clothes. Then once he’s hooked, we can get a bit more physical, I get you off, you get me off, stuff like that.”
My face goes red at her mention of me getting her off. “I’ve never touched anyone, how will I even know how?” I feel stupid the moment I ask but the smile on Avery’s face shows me I have nothing to be ashamed of.
“Don’t worry Chloe, that’s what best friends are for. I’ll walk you through it, honestly seeing how innocent and naive you are will probably be more of a turn on for him.”
“You really think so?”
“Oh honey I know so. It’s every man’s fantasy, devirginizing a virgin. Especially an older man.”
“Zane’s not even old.”
“Oh I know, but he’s technically twice our age,” she says, raising a brow, “But who cares, honey we both have major daddy issues. It only makes sense he’s who we want. I’ll send him an invite to my page, make him think it’s because I still want him. Then when he finds out you’re there with me, he won’t be able to stop himself or look away.”
Chapter 7
AVERY
“Oh, these are fucking hot.” Staring at Chloe and myself in the mirror already has me wanting to haul her back in the bedroom just to give her another lesson. The little Santa’s helper pajamas she bought for us to wear while we decorate the house are perfect. They’re just small enough to look indecent and cover just enough to tease the living fuck out of Zane. “Well done baby girl!”
Chloe’s cheeks blush, as she pulls on the green and red hem of the nightie, and I can’t help but remember how flushed she got last night when I fingered her. She was absolutely beautiful as she came on my fingers, that image is ingrained in my memory bank forever. “Thanks, you think he will like them?” she asks while fidgeting with the green fluffy trim of the skirt. She is still so oblivious as to how the male brain works.
“Sweetheart, our boobs are pushed up and our asses are half out. We could be wearing potato sacks with those same specifications and the result would be the same. Hard. On. You’re a hot ass hell little elf.” I give her a light spank and a wink to make her laugh and redirect the tension she's feeling. It's a wonder how she doesn’t realize what she looks like.
I grab the phone and open up the Friendly Fans App and scroll through my feed looking at all the different models in different stages of undress. All of them ask you to subscribe as soon as they get a little too naked. Click bait. Works every time. A few of the girls in high school used this app to make a shit ton of money. Thankfully I never needed the app but today I am going to use it to our advantage, trap ourselves a Daddy.
Making my profile was simple enough. Name, birthday, account number for payments from subscriptions, and privacy setting. FF is known for the best privacy settings available. You can be public in general news feeds or local news feeds. Private meaning someone has to search you up or be directed to your profile, meaning you're hidden. In order for someone to see it, you have to send your profile over to get them and have them subscribe to you. I looked up Zane’s name under the users and as I suspected he had a viewing account. I immediately sent over my direct account. Now it was time to have some fun.
“I think I am going to set the phone up on the table to get a few videos of us decorating the house then post up to see if Zane views it.” Propping up my phone on the wooden reindeer decoration Chloe set out on the table earlier today, I angle it just right to get the best view of our asses and the rest of these outfits. Perfection. “This angle is everything. Your ass looks incredible, and I know these videos are going to rock his world!”
...
I filmed probably twenty minutes of footage that I cut into five different videos, each video set to be uploaded an hour apart. Like a five hour slow burn of steamy scenes between Chloe and
me. Every hour, on the hour, I would notice Zane pop up off the couch and leave the room for a few minutes then come back as if nothing happened. Each time Chloe and I would make eye contact and check to see if he viewed the video. Sure enough the message was opened within seconds.
Just as planned, each hour the videos became a little riskier.
At first, it was just shots of us decorating the tree, flaunting our asses as we bent over and danced around. We looked great of course, the lighting on point. The next few were scenes of us bending over grinding against each other and laughing, overall having a great time. Every minute or so, I would look over into the camera and wink or giggle just to remind him I knew he was there. The last video however, was the one I took a chance on.
We had been decorating Christmas cookies, little gingerbread men sprawled all over the dining room table, while Chloe and I were in a frenzy covering them in as much icing as possible. I, of course, l had the best idea when I saw Chloe had some icing splattered on her shoulder from trying to flip her hair with the icing bag in her hand.
The bare skin of her shoulder, combined with spending hours watching the intensity of her gaze as she tried to get the piping just right on the edges of the cookie, was just about driving me crazy. My gaze drifted to her mouth, to her perfect little pout, tempting and delicious. Leaning over, I moved her hair completely out of the way and turned my head towards the camera, biting my lip, and licking the icing off her shoulder. Chloe didn’t expect it, so her reaction was genuine. She let out a moan, a fucking breathless moan, as my tongue grazed her shoulder. Instantly she pulled back from icing her cookie, placed her thumb on my lip, and said the perfect phrase to put an end to our little smoke show.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing things like that.”
With eyes displaying such an intense and carnal arousal, Chloe grabbed my cheek and kissed me softly, and the video faded to black.
...
Today has been endless. Literally an eternity of watching and waiting for him to make a fucking move.
Everyone’s been on their toes the entire time, especially every time the little Friendly's chime rang. The room was always silent, an aura of tension spreading through the air each time Zane would walk back in after watching our videos. He never made eye contact or even acknowledged us at all, acting seemingly grumpy and frustrated, slamming cabinet doors, and retreating to the yard where he’d aggressively chop wood. That part, granted, was pretty hot. Zane was out there looking like a snack, no, a whole five course meal while he was whacking wood. The fabric of his shirt would wrap around his thick biceps, tracing every perfect muscle.
A serious fucking fantasy.
I know Zane’s been enjoying our videos, that much is obvious in the way the bulge in his pants has been consistently present all week. However, he is yet to do anything about it. Well, not since last night on the couch, when he gave me the best fucking orgasm with only his strong, calloused fingertips. I swear I went to heaven and back, and my body aches to return to that moment of sheer ecstasy. Regrettably, our moment was cut short when we heard Chloe’s soft moans come from behind the staircase, as she watched her step daddy finger me while she rubbed her own pretty pussy.
God knows it was fucking hot knowing Chloe was turned on watching us. I mean granted I did tell her to watch and learn. I know Chloe’s been crushing on her stepdaddy, it’s blatantly obvious to everyone but Zane. Just like it’s no secret I’ve been harboring an itty-bitty crush on my best friend, who get this, is pretty obsessed with me too. Though my poor, virginal bestie is clueless when it comes to the ways of seducing a man, or woman for that matter. Lucky for her, she has little old me who has mastered the profession. It’s fucking kismet.
I told her to watch my body language, the way I scooted closer to him, gave him an eyeful of silky smooth skin, and bared my ass cheeks, giving him a peek of what he’d love to grab onto. Then came the voice, and mine dripped with seduction. The husky breathiness, the moaning and panting. In order to make a man want you, you need to let him hear what fucking you will sound like. Elongate every vowel, tease him with the way your lips move as you mouth every consonant.
Finally, make him aware of your interest. There is no use in playing hard to get. Men like the chase but they don’t want to work too hard. Especially men like Zane who don’t have time for petty little games of cat and mouse. Childish. So I gave him what he wanted, a clear go ahead. I let my legs fall open, inched closer to him, and gave him an excuse to touch me. It must have been too much for Chloe to witness, or she simply knew he wouldn’t quite make the move if he knew she could catch us. So she left, came up with the perfect excuse and snuck away. Though of course she couldn’t help herself, so she didn’t venture very far.
Like I said, I can’t blame her for wanting it, though I can blame her for not letting me get properly fucked. Her moans interrupted Zane, who I know was about to pull out his cock and fuck me stupid. Oh well, there’s always next time, and that will come soon enough. I’m betting on it.
“What’s for dinner tonight Zane?” I ask as we step into the kitchen and find Zane hunched over the stove. His ass looks fucking good in his tight jeans, the black t-shirt he wears hugging every muscle of his back. He jumps back, started by my voice, hitting his head on the hood.
“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing his forehead.
“Oh God, Zane. Are you okay?” Chloe cries out, rushing over to him in a frenzy. However, I casually walk over to the freezer and grab a bag of frozen veggies. “I’ll grab the first aid kit,” Chloe calls out, rushing over to the downstairs bathroom.
“Let’s have a look, sir,” I murmur demurely, walking toward him. Green eyes already glazed over with lust turn to meet my gaze. Fuck this man is so goddamn sexy. I notice a small cut over his brow, a puddle of blood oozing out and dripping down over his eye.
He answers me just as playfully, “Playing doctor now are we?” His sexy as sin smirk makes it’s rare appearance. God this man is pure, unfiltered seduction.
“Figured it was my turn to return the favor.” My eyes drop down to the evident bulge of his crotch and I know my choice of words isn’t lost on him. He fingered me, now it’s my turn to wrap my fingers around him. Though if he’s lucky, my tongue will be doing all the work.
“Ahem,” he clears his throat and my eyes come back up to meet his. I catch sight of the cut on his forehead and bring my thumb over to graze it. I’m on my tippy toes, reaching up and running my thumb over the blood. He watches me, unsure of what I’m doing when I bring my thumb into my mouth, sucking the blood off my finger, the metallic tinge coating my tongue.
He groans, a fucking guttural moan, as I pull my thumb out, clean, and reach back up for more. But he stops me, grabs my wrist, and doesn’t allow me to touch him. “What are you doing Avery?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly, making my insides curl with desire.
“Just having a taste,” I whimper against him, “I’m eager for a taste of you Zane,” I moan, my eyes flicking to his growing erection, “Of all of you.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart. You think you know what will happen when I put my hands on you again, you have no fucking idea.” He inches closer to me, the heat radiating off his body burning me as we come chest to chest. “I’m not gentle, not at all. I fuck hard, and I fuck with no mercy. I will slam into you over and over again, tearing this sweet little cunt till you cry out in equal agony and pleasure. You think you’re ready for that Avery, ready to bleed for a man like me?”
His rough fingertips dig into my waist.
“Yes,” I moan, every one of his words making my pussy pulsate with need. “I need it rough Zane. I want it hard, and merciless. I want your hands wrapped around my neck, I want to choke on your cock being shoved into my mouth, my eyes bleeding tears of pleasure as you fuck every one of my holes.”
“God-fucking-dammit,” he groans, grabbing my neck forcefully with one hand and slamming his lips against mine. He bites
my lip, nipping as he explores every inch of my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine to our twisted fucking song.
I drop the bag of frozen vegetables and wrap my hands around his neck, jumping and wrapping my legs around him, feeling his erection push into me. Fuck, he’s so hard for me, and I’m practically dripping wet, already coming from the way his mouth feels against mine.
“Fuck Zane,” I whimper against his mouth, my nipples rubbing against his pecs, my piercings adding to the pleasure. When I got my nipples pierced earlier this year on my eighteenth birthday, I never thought they’d increase my sensitivity, but fuck me they do, and I know it turns him on to feel them scratch against him. He turns us, till my ass is resting on the kitchen island, a few things spilling onto the floor making break out of his lustful hypnosis.
“Shit,” he groans, pulling away but I don’t let him. I pull him back to me with my arms wrapped around his neck and bring his mouth to my tits.
“Suck them baby, please. I need you to give me something Zane. I need to come, and your mouth on me will do just that.” He goes fucking wild when he hears me say his name, using his hands to push my straps off my shoulders, he yanks the top of my nightie down to my waist. My nipples poke out aching to be touched, and he doesn’t disappoint. His mouth wraps around one as his hand cups the other, flicking my nipple and twisting it between his fingers. “Yes.”
“You’re fucking perfect Avery, so fucking sexy.” Over his shoulders, I see Chloe step back into the room, her eyes glazed with desire as she watches her stepdaddy suck my tits. Zane doesn’t hear her, and I keep his head down to make sure he doesn’t stop. I smile at Chloe, winking as she watches us. Fuck I can see her nipples harden and poke out through her top. She deserves to be sucked too, but if I stop Zane and he sees her, he’ll freak out. He’s not ready.
She stares at us, looking up at me for guidance. I nod, letting her know it’s safe for her to slowly back out of the room. “Touch me Zane,” I whimper.