Her teeth sink into her lower lip. Wes moves behind me, reaching between my legs to push his fingers into my soaked pussy. His other hand comes around me to stroke my clit. Rocking against his hands, I reach up to cup her face.
She leans forward, her mouth crashing into mine. Our tongues dance and my hands move everywhere as we kiss. When I begin to massage her clit she groans against my lips and her hands move to cup my breasts.
She tastes like Wes’s cock and I drink from her trying to reclaim his taste from her.
Wes pinches my clit and I gasp as he says. “Don’t you want to lick her sweet pussy?”
It’s phrased like a question but it’s clear it’s a command when Gus moves her body backwards until her back is to his front. Once she’s settled he takes over, his cock pumping in and out of her ass, her legs spread wide baring her pussy to me.
Pressing my hands against her inner thighs I lean down and taste her. She’s clean-shaven, the lips of her pussy soft against my tongue.
Wes moves away from me and distractedly, I look over my shoulder at him. He has one hand on his cock and with brows raised gestures towards Zoe’s pussy.
He’s commanding me to go down on her without even saying a word. It’s hot, funny and insane all at the same time. With a grin on my face I go back to what I was doing. Behind me, I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
While I’m fucking her with my tongue I feel the bed behind me dip. That’s all the warning I get before Wes drives his cock into my pussy.
He fills me and I groan against Zoe’s pussy. Wes bends over me, his hands gripping my breasts hard as he roughly fucks me. The force of Gus’s thrusts below her and Wes’s pounding rhythm makes my mouth crash against her.
My nose is pressed to her clit and I shake my face from side to side. She moves her hands to my head, holding me to her. My focus is divided though to the sweet torture Wes is inflicting on my pussy. My attention needs to be on making her cum but it’s hard to concentrate when an expert is fucking me.
Moving my mouth up, I suck her clit between my lips. Not about to neglect her tight cunt I ease two fingers inside her. She gasps, her hips twitching.
“Don’t cum pet,” Gus commands.
Wait, what?
Before I can ask Zoe says, “please sir, please may I come?”
Oh my God.
He doesn’t answer and she doesn’t ask again. The tension ratchets up in the room, it’s palpable. She wants to come, her whole body taunt with the stress of not doing it.
How is she holding herself back?
As impressive as her restraint is, Wes’s cock is more so. Groaning against her clit, I push my hips back against him.
“Cum pet.”
Her response is instant, her pussy spasming against my fingers, and the pulses of her orgasm a ripple on my tongue. Gus follows her with his own.
Wes straightens, pulling me up with him, his arm sliding up the center of my chest to grip my neck. Gus eases his softening cock from Zoe’s ass, his cum following.
He turns her, sweeping her into his arms as one would hold a child. His arms around her, his lips at her ear murmuring something under his breath only for her. Whatever it is, her lips tip up in response before she turns her head to kiss him.
They are completely tuned into each other. It’s as though Wes and I aren’t even in the room, let alone fucking right in front of them.
Thwack!
My clit burns from the sting of Wes’s unexpected slap. Like shock paddles in an ER my clit jolts back to life. There are orgasms that build, layer by layer until the pressure of pent up pleasure becomes too much and the body releases in flowing waves of bliss.
This orgasm was nothing like that. It was one of those rides at the amusement park that strap you in and shoot you straight out into the sky on bungee cords. It stole my breath and split me in two.
Wes’s grip on my neck the only thing keeping me upright. My mouth hangs open, my eyes unseeing as I fall back to earth, my body jerking.
“You’re a natural,” Wes murmurs in my ear.
I’m too spent to congratulate myself.
“You know what else bad girls love?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer him.
“They love swallowing cum.”
Does that mean he wants to cum in my mouth? Before I can ask, he lowers me. Putting my hands on the bed, I’m holding myself up as he continues to fuck me from behind.
“Gus, want Nic to clean up your mess?”
Gus lifts his head to look our way and then smiles.
What?
He shifts Zoe so that she’s straddling him, her ass now in my face, his cum still leaking from it. What Wes says now makes sense. He wants me to lick Zoe’s ass clean.
That’s well, not something I ever fantasized about doing. Part of this whole experience is supposed to be trying new things, so I guess my tongue on someone’s ass is about to be one of them.
Her ass is pretty compared to asses I’ve seen, not that there have been many. She must get waxed, or maybe even lasered, her skin is so smooth. Okay, going in.
Focusing on Gus’s cum, I start by licking around her anus first. Once, twice, three times all the way around. She groans and I take that as encouragement and lick over her hole.
Her hips twitch and I press against her hole with my tongue massaging it. Wes has one hand in a vice grip on my hip, still driving into me. His other hand begins to explore. With his thumb pressed to my anus, the rest of his fingers splayed out across my lower back he mimics the movements I’m making against Zoe’s ass with my tongue.
Is this circular massage of the anus instinctive? Does he even know what I’m doing to her?”
His thumb presses in and my eyes flutter closed. He’s turning it, pressing against me from the inside out. It’s strangely fantastic.
“Is she clean?” Gus asks and I lift my head to nod.
I’m incapable of any speech that isn’t a grunt, groan or moan.
He sits up and moves from the bed, leaving Zoe there. She instantly shifts to her knees, her eyes down her palms resting on her thighs.
Holy shit.
Wes pulls his cock from me, and snaps off the condom. “Get on your back. Head at the edge of the bed.”
His words encourage haste but I’ve been on my knees for the last forty-five minutes. It takes a sec to move. Once I’m where he wants me, he presses his cock to my lips. Opening wide, he thrusts inside not caring as I gag around him.
“Fuck her with your mouth pet.”
“Yes Sir.”
From the angle of my head, I can’t see her but I can feel her. Soft hands spread my legs wide, pushing at the backs of my knees until I am open wide for her.
She kisses my clit before lowering her lips to my pussy, her hands on my thighs to keep them apart as she fucks me with her tongue. My jaw is burning, my hands reaching up to rest on Wes’s hips as he shoves his cock down my throat.
Zoe’s tongue is on my clit, twirling around and around. All I can do is breath through my nose and blink up at Wes. His balls are the only things I can really see from where he’s standing.
Zoe presses her fingers into me as her tongue continues to dance over my clit. Wes, or maybe Gus, starts to toy with my nipples. A twist, a caress and then a pinch. A swipe of a thumb, a tug and then a flick.
Zoe bites my clit and I cum hard. Unable to do anything other than hum, my body trembles as Wes finds his own orgasm and fills my throat with his cum.
He slips his cock from my mouth, reaching down to squeeze my chin as I lick my lips.
Gus and Zoe leave. I’m too exhausted to look and see if they dress first or to say goodbye, thanks for the orgasms.
I’m shifted further onto the bed, Wes following me.
“You did good. Too tired to drive home?”
Blinking up at him I murmur, “what time is it?”
“Midnight,” he replies.
Pushing up onto my elbow I look past him to the clock on his ni
ghtstand. “I need to go.”
He doesn’t look heartbroken. “I’ll walk you out.”
He pulls on a pair of basketball shorts and watches me dress, grinning when I don’t put my underwear back on. I’m not trying to be sexy, if anything I’m in a hurry. All I want to do is go home and pass out.
It’s not that I have to work early tomorrow or anything, I’d just like to wake up in my own bed. It’ll also save him from asking me to stay the night, that’s not what we are.
He kisses me once we reach my car, a short hard kiss with his hand firmly squeezing my ass. He waits for me to pull away before he walks back to the house.
No real goodbye, no mention of the next time he’ll want to corrupt me. It’s freeing. I don’t have to worry about whether he likes me or not or try to interpret his feelings towards me. To Wes, I’m a fuck. I can’t even say fuck buddy because we aren’t friends.
When I get home and into bed my exhaustion is still there but my brain won’t shut off. I had sex with a girl tonight. I had a threesome and a foursome, if foursome is technically a thing or maybe after three it just becomes an orgy.
I have to restrain myself from reaching for my phone to look it up. Chances are, if I look up orgy a video will come up and I had one tonight, I don’t need to watch other people having one.
Being with another woman is something I’ve always been curious about but never had the opportunity to explore.
But, and this is where I start overthinking things, am I any less different as a person than who I was before I met Wes? If my sister called me right now and assumed I’d babysit for her, would I set her straight or cave? If I was sitting in a coffee shop tomorrow and saw a guy that I wanted to hit on, would I be confident enough to do it? Josh from work might want to go out with me. He can’t want to fuck though, or could he? Am I already putting off come hither I’m a bad girl and you want me vibes?
Hmmm. Fucking go to bed Nicole.
- Working?
It’s from Wes. The last time we talked, or I saw him, was that night at his place with Zoe and Gus. It’s been a week, a week where a lot has happened.
Mainly, Josh made it crystal clear about being interested in me. I panicked because we work together so I didn’t know how to play it and made up some bullshit about having to babysit for my sister. Then I felt guilty about lying so I called my sister and offered to watch her kids to keep my karma level in balance.
I’ve been dodging him at work ever since. I still haven’t figured out how to play the whole seeing someone I work with thing. I also have no desire to become some notch on his belt, not that I’ve ever heard him speak of one but I don’t want to be locker room gossip.
Wes will know what I should do.
I text him back.
- I’m off.
- Remember the tattoo place I work at?
- Yes
- Meet me here at 10
- K
I over think my reply. Was K aloof and nonchalant? Does it even fucking matter?
It sucks, but I like him. What sucks even more is because of that, I know I’m going to go to him every time he calls.
There’s a serious probability that this bad boy is going to break my heart. That doesn’t stop me from hopping in the shower so I can get ready to see him. Since I didn’t have to work today, or have errands to run I had been hanging out watching Netflix. It won’t take me long to drive to the shop so I attempt to look cuter than normal. I put on make up, but not a lot and blow-dry my hair.
I skip the underwear since it’s pointless around Wes and pull on a short skater style skirt and a tank top.
He won’t want to tattoo me, will he? I’m not opposed to the idea of getting one, and the ones he has are drool worthy but I’d like more than an hours notice to decide want I’d want permanently inked to my body.
The idea of it almost has me texting him back to make sure that isn’t why he wants me to meet him there. I don’t though because I’m scared he’ll say yes.
When I pull up the lot is empty, a couple of guys walking to a car and then leaving. The open sign is turned off.
- I’m here
I text.
- Come to the door
He texts back.
He’s waiting for me when I walk up.
“Nice skirt,” he says, as he holds open the door for me.
As I move past him, he lifts the back of my skirt, his fingertips brushing across the bare skin of my ass.
“Very nice,” he murmurs before shutting and locking the door.
I make no reply.
“No hello kiss?” He pouts, leaning his back to the front door.
Humoring him, I pop up on my toes, my hands pressed to his chest and touch his mouth with mine. He surprises me by lifting me. I shriek and wrap my legs around his waist while he grins.
His big hands are hot against the skin of my ass as he walks us to one of the back rooms, still kissing me. He sets me down on a leather seat, breaking our kiss but not moving from between my legs.
“This is Nicole,” he says and I glance around to see who he’s talking to.
There’s a tall, seriously sexy, seriously built, Hispanic dude standing next to a counter.
“This is Martinez.”
Martinez? I heard that name before, at the party I went to at Wes’s house.
I lift my chin and breathe, “hi.”
Wes laughs while Martinez grins at me. It’s not my fault my “hi” was so breathy; it’s their fault for being so hot.
“Nice to meet you Nicole,” he replies.
Wes’s hands slide up the outsides of my thighs. “Want to know why I asked you to meet me here?”
I nod.
“You’re getting pierced.”
My eyes widen and I press my lips together. “What am I getting pierced?”
He tilts his head to the side. “I’ll make a recommendation but the decision is up to you.”
“Where do you thin—“
His hands are up and cupping my breasts before I can even finish my question. “Your nipples.”
As he speaks he pinches them and I groan. When I posted that ad I thought about getting my nose or maybe the top of my ear lobe done but, with Wes’s hands on my breasts I can’t deny how hot the thought of getting my nipples pierced is.
“Yeah?” I whisper.
He dips his head, pressing his mouth to mine and twists one of my nipples. “Fuck yeah.”
“Why?” I ask.
He drops one hand between my legs and pushes his fingers inside me. “Because all I’ve done is play with your tits and you’re fucking soaked. You get your nipples pierced I’ll probably be able to make you cream just by playing with them.”
I gulp. “Seriously.”
He nods.
“Let’s do it.”
He pulls his fingers from me and reaches for the hem of my tank. I lift my arms and he pulls it off over my head. Before I met Wes I’d be freaked to be topless in a room with two men, now, I’m turned way the fuck on.
His hands cup my bare breasts, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my hardened peaks.
He looks at Martinez. “She has great fucking tits.”
Martinez pushes away from the counter he was leaned against and moves over to my side.
“Pretty rose little nipples. A barbell through them will look sexy as hell.”
Wes’s hands shift up to either side of my throat, he grips me there, hard enough to turn me on but not so hard to where I can’t breathe.
He kisses me, rough and hard. When Martinez’s hands caress my breasts I groan into Wes’s mouth and grip his waist. He pulls his head back and stares into my eyes, his hands still on my throat.
My lips are parted; I can only see him and the lust in his gaze. Martinez removes one of his hands and replaces it with his mouth, suckling me.
Oh God.
I gulp and Wes’s grip is so tight on my throat it burns.
“You like that?” He murmurs.
; I mouth yes.
Martinez puts his hand between my legs. “You weren’t lying man. Your chick is dripping.”
His chick.
Wes lets go of my neck and pushes me by my shoulder until I’m lying flat on my back, my legs dangling off one end. Then his mouth is between my legs, his tongue in my pussy.
Oh My God.
Martinez’s hands are back on my breasts, his eyes on my face. “Do you want to do one or both?”
I can’t concentrate right now.
“Umm.”
He chuckles and Wes lifts his head as he pushes two fingers into me. “Do both. It’ll suck while they heal but you’ll only have to go through it once.”
His thumb hits my clit and my back arches.
“How long will it take?” I moan.
Martinez tugs on one of my nipples and I close my eyes. “Each person is different. Some people heal fast, like four weeks, others it takes up to a year.”
My eyes pop open and I lift my head to look down at Wes. “A year?”
“Think positive, could be four weeks,” he jokes before lowering his mouth back to me.
His tongue replaces his thumb but he doesn’t stop fucking me with his fingers. I can’t think, I’m so close, so so close.
My fingers grip the leather on either side of me as I pinch my eyes shut, ready to feel the waves of pleasure wash over me. And then, nothing.
No tongue on my clit, no fingers fucking me, no hands toying with my sensitive nipples. I blink open my eyes and lift my head.
“Why’d you stop?”
Wes pinches the inside of my thigh and I gasp.
“Trust me.”
I glare at him before looking at Martinez. “Pierce both of them.”
He grins and steps away. I pop up onto my elbows and narrow my eyes at Wes. He doesn’t seem to mind. He leans over me, one hot hand across my back as his mouth drops to my breast.
“What are you doing?” I murmur, lifting one hand to the back of his head.
He releases my nipple with a pop. “I won’t be able to play with them until they’re healed.”
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