Where the Action Happens

by Veronica Violet

  “Fucking yes!!” I screamed as she pleasured me, my head leaning back, bent by the pleasure. At this point I saw Suzy back, this time with a strap-on wrapped around her waist.

  “Hey, Sarah. I think it is time for you to switch with me.” She said, and for a brief moment, I was left without touch as Sarah got up from her performance to exchange with Suzy.

  Suzy then knelt down, her legs crossed under mine, the strap-on resting on top of my stomach as she leaned in towards me. “Are you ready?” She softly asked. I bit my lips and nodded, not wanting to wait any longer.

  She leaned back, and as she slowly positioned the toy, Sarah came from above me, and when to rest herself on her knees, her ass positioned right above my face. My hands worked around her legs, and she spread her legs just enough to give me sight of her wetness. As I pulled her in to taste her, Suzy slowly inserted the toy in me; I felt her hips rock against my body as she started to fuck me.

  “Fuck...” I moan as I head falls back for a moment. Suzy's hips started moving faster; I could feel it hitting the perfect spot inside of me, as she grinded against me. I heard Sarah lean in and start kissing Suzy, and I pulled myself back in and delved into Sarah's pussy. I flicked my tongue into her at the pace Suzy was setting; my hands traveled up Sarah's body as far as they could, feeling every inch possible.

  My body started to get hotter as Suzy worked harder on me, when Sarah found her hands at my clit, massaging me as Suzy continued to fuck me. The pressure was building up; my hips started to rock against Suzy.

  “Are you enjoying yourself, my Queen?” Suzy asked, her hands massaging my breasts as her hips rocked. I couldn't respond; the pleasure had taken over, and the room got hotter as I reached my breaking point. I started to play harder with Sarah's wetness, who moaned slightly, taking it as a reason to massage my clit faster, which Suzy took as a reason to fuck me faster and harder. The pleasure was breathtaking, and I could feel myself dissolve into it; waves of fire started to overtake me.

  “Oh Baby!!” I shout as my head drops. Suzy kept on hitting the god spot in me, and I couldn't take it much longer. My fingers dug into Sarah, my legs spread out wider. My hips rocked and rocked as the climax built up. Suzy then did the slightest pinch on my nipples, and that was the breaking point. I felt my body tense up by the pleasure, as fireworks went off in me; it lasted for what felt like an eternity. Suzy was fucking faster than she had before, but slowly trailed off as my body eased up.

  She stopped, and pulled the strap-on out of me. I felt my juice splash all over my legs.

  “Alright,” I lazily mumble, my head still spinning from the ecstasy. “Who's next?”

  Wedding of Lies

  Trading Loyalty for a Good Time

  Hello! My name is Tina Friend, and today is a great day.

  First, who I am. My name is Tina Friend, though less than 24 hours ago I was Tina Ann. I’m about 5 foot 7 inches. Long brown hair. Pretty hazel eyes. A little busty, but I tend to dress away from that focus. Not that this matters; today a long, beautifully white wedding dress fit snug along me. Matthew Friend, who I've been with for years now, made me his wife today, and I honestly couldn't be happier.

  The ceremony was beautiful; we had it at his church, St. Dunstan's, and all of our family was there. His family is quite large, compared to mine... but my half of the church was well filled too. That and we had all of our friends there as well... people I haven't seen in years. It was an amazing time, and I couldn't have been happier then.

  Why am I telling you this? Well, interesting things happened at the reception afterwards, and now, the day after, I'm sort of resorting my life again. But I'll talk to you about that, later. The reception first.

  At the reception, at Lauren Halls, everybody was having a fantastic time. Drinks all around! I didn't have any myself; I try and stay away from alcohol when I'm an important figure at a venue, but that didn't stop me from enjoying myself. Matthew was having a blast too; he's caught up with all his old high school friends from years ago. From high school there were only a couple of people I recognized... Calvin, Cody, Angela, to name a few. But that's okay. He was happy, so I was happy with him.

  Later into the night, after all the events and to-do's were done at the reception, and everybody was simply enjoying themselves, Matthew asked if he could step away from a moment for a cigarette. I didn't fight; he's been trying to quit smoking, but today was equally exciting and stressful for him, so I'm sure he needed it; and I was left in the room without my husband for a time. So I let myself walk around and mingle with everybody without him. That had an unfortunate series of consequences.

  First, I talked to Cody. He's about 6 feet tall, and wore a long beard along his face. His hair was cut short, and he mostly wore various band t-shirts from what he used to listen to back in college; right now, though, he was dressed in a suit and tie, looking great for the reception at hand. We went to school together, years ago, and had a fling or two.

  “So how happy are you?” Cody asks, as we're standing against the wall near the main tables. He was one of the groomsmen, but not the best man. He was also just happy to be here; he likes his parties; though I took care to stand away from the crowd, as he has a tendency to bring up our flings.

  “About getting married? Quite possibly the best thing ever.” I exclaimed.

  “How happy is Matt?”

  “Oh, don't joke about that,” I shrugged him off, pushing him a little. “Matthew is happy as well. We've been planning this for months now!”

  “Just curious, girl,” he chuckled. “I've known Matt for years, and it's amazing how he's settling down. Not to cast doubt on any of this; sorry, don't mean to be like this.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, and took a deep breath. “I'm also surprised you've settled down like this, knowing... er, what I know.”

  “Well, sometimes things just work out better when you aren't trying to hook up with people like you,” I declared, taking a sip of the drink in my hand. He laughed, and shrugged it off. It never bothers him when I respond like that.

  See, me and Cody were a thing before me and Matthew were a thing, but that ended in a glorious fashion. Not that Cody cheated on me, heavens no, but rather a couple girls had some he said she said, and... well, I suppose that's another story to tell another day.

  Our conversation here was short, but that's fine. I went then to catch up with Angela; all she had to say was about this new company she works for, and how she thinks I could get a job there if I applied myself. Some traveling agency? I took a business card none the less. It's like those people who work for those loan companies, always trying to proliferate, offer services, and so on. Always weirds me out...

  My conversation with Calvin was more uplifting. “Congratulations, Tina! It was beautiful to watch, from the ceremony to now.”

  “Thank you, Calvin,” we hugged it out for a moment, in the most polite way possible. “Where is Karen?”

  “Karen is out at some job interview somewhere.” He looked over his shoulder for a moment, as if worried somebody was behind him. “She met an old friend recently, and she's been a little off ever since. Do you know who that Cody is?”

  “Oh, Cody?” I responded. I was going to explain my previous relationship with him, and how we split up, but it was that Cody himself came running back to me. When we stopped talking earlier, he was leaving for the bathroom, so it seemed a bit odd. Calvin took a step back, and awkwardly left the scene. I wonder if something happened between the two?

  “Tina, you should probably come with me.” Cody asked, seemingly trying to remain calm. I wasn't sure what was happening now, but I followed him anyways. He seem concerned.

  “So, how happy did you say Matt was?” He asked, fast walking past everyone else, moving his way through the doors leading to the outside hallway.

  “Pretty... well?” I mumbled, questioning what he was leading to.

  “Rita was the maid of honor, right?” He asked, leading me down the hallway. I didn't respon
d, because I didn't like what he was implying, but I hustled with him. He eventually led me to the male bathroom on the other side of the building, and asked me to take a peek inside. Still worried and confused, I slowly creaked the door open, trying to listen in without actually stepping in. Cody stayed outside on lookout.

  I slowly stepped in, and heard some noise coming from the back of the bathroom. The stall was accidentally kicked open it seemed. Fearing what it could be, I slowly creeped in, stepping up close to see what all the sound was about, and...

  I didn't actually have to step in far. Hanging out from the bathroom stall on the dirty floor, before I could see anyone, was Rita's dress we picked out for her as maid of honor. Another step closer and I could see Matthew's feet spread forward from the seat. And another step I found Rita riding Matthew from within, his pants wrapped around his ankles, while she held her hair up so he could have a pleasant view.

  Anger started to wash over me, but I made sure I took a quick picture before I left. I tend not to be anywhere without my cell phone.

  I slowly walked out, fury growing in my face. Cody watched me leave, and stood back a good distance to let me walk on my own. I walked slow around the building again, when Cody offered me a room to walk into for privacy; I saw “Cody Raphael” written on the side of it, so presumably it was his office or something; and I slowly took a seat in one of the chairs inside. I took in a deep breath as Cody shut the door, and I screamed.

  “What the flying fuck!? What was that? Why was Rita doing this? Why was Matthew doing this!? I don't... what!?” I started punching various things in the room, breaking a lamp or two. “How long did you know about this!?” I screamed at Cody.

  “Long enough to grab you...” He became defensive, as this isn't the first time he's heard my angry noise. “Are you really that surprised, though? With Matt being...”

  “Are you really fucking bringing that up again, Cody!?”

  “Am I wrong?” I took another deep breath; Cody was getting under my skin, but...

  “No, you're not...” I slumped further back into the chair, and the sadness started to take over.

  “You took a picture, right?” Cody asked, making sure the door was locked behind him. “You took a picture of Matthew and that whore?”

  Cody knew how to rile me up. Her name was Rita, but hearing whore started to change my sadness into anger again. “Yeah. How did you know?”

  “I'm not sure how they didn't hear it, but I heard your phone's camera noise when you took the shot. How do you feel about that bitch now?”

  “Pretty mad is probably an understatement.”

  “What about Matthew?”

  I took a moment to think over my response. “I would want him to know what the fuck this did to me.”

  “That's what I knew you would say.” Cody then took a moment to explain an idea to get back at Matthew, to let him know that he fucked up. He says he's done this sort of thing before, and after hearing it, I'm not surprised. But as he explained, he made sure to feed my anger, to feed my energy against Matthew and Rita... If I had a better state of mind, maybe I would have declined. Maybe it was that little bit of alcohol I did have.

  Cody pulled out a camera from his desk, and offered it to me. “What do you think?”

  “This is a stupid idea, and I'm going to do it.” I said, getting up, walking around the room in a heat of anger. “If Matthew gets to have fun, why can't I?”

  I pressed the record button, and watched the tiny screen on its left start to flicker a bit, as the camera worked to start capturing every moment that was to come.

  “This is for you, baby,” I said, stepping back slowly, giving eye contact to the lens, winking. “For you and that special someone I saw you with in the bathrooms,” I said as I held up my phone with the pictures Cody took, then casually dropping it onto the ground. I stepped back a couple for feet until I pressed up against Cody, who was sitting up against his desk, and his arms wrapped around my waist. He started to slowly kiss at my neck; his beard was a little off putting at first, but as his lips warmed my skin, I grew fond of the touch. His hands wrapped around my dress and up my body, his fingers tracing over the top of my dress where my breasts worked to be free. My arms slowly worked up and behind me to wrap around him as he slowly started to pull my dress down from where they clung to me, as his tongue started to play against my skin as he kissed.

  The dress slipped off, and started to roll into itself as gravity pulled it towards the earth, but caught itself along my hips, asking for assistance if I meant to free myself from these sheets of lies. My breasts were exposed now; my dress did a good job covering them up, so I didn’t feel the need to put on a bra with it; and Cody’s hands firmly grabbed them, pressing them closer to my body as his lips moved to the other side of me.

  “How does it feel?” I asked as his hands felt more and more of my breasts, loud enough for the camera to pick up, but soft enough so nobody in the other room could hear.

  “You feel like an angel,” he whispered as his hands moved down back to my dress, and finished pulling it down; the dress wrapped around my ankles, and then I stood with nothing on, but the white heels I picked out last week. Feel like an angel… it sounds cliché, but oddly satisfying to hear. Matthew never said anything like that.

  I turned around, kicking the dress away from me; it hit the wall where the camera sat, and was out of its sight; and I pressed my body into Cody’s, who was unfortunately fully clothed still. My hands started to slowly unbutton his shirt, feeling the muscle the lay dormant behind its fabric. I made sure the camera had a good view of my ass, as I slowly rocked my hips side to side.

  “You having fun?” I whispered, smiling to myself as I finished the last button, now sliding the shirt off of his body. “I haven’t had fun like this in a long time.”

  “This is exactly what I find fun, girl.” Cody snickered, quietly so the camera wouldn’t hear. “As long as I get to do it with you.”

  His shirt hit the ground, and I felt his chest touch mine. My hands travelled slowly along the lines of his chest, firm to the touch, as Cody pushed the various clip boards and papers he had spread across his desk onto the floor behind it; there was a semi-loud thud following.

  “I got an idea,” Cody said, casually picking me up from the waist; my legs wrapped around his sides, to hold myself up; and he got himself on top of the desk while carrying me with him, laying down so that his head rest at one end, and his legs hanged off the other. He propped me up, and I could feel the camera eyeing down my body, my curves, as Cody looked me in the eyes, as his fingers traced along the skin of my legs.

  I pressed my hands against his chest as I leaned down, laying my body perfectly along his, and our tongues met in lust. He grabbed at my body as his tongue danced with mine, and I could feel his cock slowly form behind his dress pants. My legs spread out from him, and my cunt rested against the fabric keeping me away from his cock; I slowly rocked my hips to feel it grind against me, and I could feel him rock his hips back. I pulled away from his delicious lips, and held myself up on his chest, my hips still rocking slowly. I looked into his eyes, and I figured out what he meant for me to do, as his eyes darted along my face, hips, and breasts, not able to choose one to focus on. I stopped my hips, and maneuvered myself around, swinging my legs wide for the pleasure of the camera, until I sat on top of his chest, my ass inches away from his face, and my hands resting against his dress pants.

  I leaned in and slowly unzipped and pulled down his pants, taking my time to feel his strong legs in the process. His cock hung there, as huge as I imagined it would be, and I wrapped what seemed like my tiny hands around it, starting to slowly stroke against it. He grabbed my ass as I started to pleasure him, slowly yet firmly caressing it, so I figured I was doing what he wanted.

  I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his cock; the blood was flowing through it, but it was still a little soft, despite its size. Stroking with my hand held it up, though, and I was able to feel ev
ery inch of it inside my mouth as I leaned my body in. He grabbed at my legs and pulled my body closer to his face, and I could feel his tongue working against my pussy. I focused on his cock, though, and as I stroked, a little faster, and tasted him a little more, I could feel his cock pulse inside of my mouth, and it grew firmer, harder. I popped the cock out of my mouth for a moment, and jerked it with my hand faster, using the little bit my mouth left behind to aid me. I could feel him delving his tongue into me, as his arms wrapped firmly around my legs, and for a moment, my grip against his cock weakened. He felt so good tasting me… he also tasted so good. I leaned back into his cock, and licked away the bit of pre cum that was forming at the tip of his cock. It pulsed inside my mouth some more, and I worked faster and faster, mouth fucking him as my arms spread down along his legs. My legs spread out more at the sensation of his touches, as he licked away the juices my pussy made in his wake. His cock was fully formed inside of my mouth, and, as huge as it was, my mouth continued to fuck it for the moment, as we embraced the touch of one another.

  I then pulled away from this cock, and stood up on top of the table. Cody’s hands clung to my legs, but slipped away as I finished standing. I stretched my arms, taking in the air of satisfaction I was receiving now. I was still mad at Matthew, but I was having so much fun with Cody, with this fucking, that I couldn’t help but smile.

  “I can see why you do this, Matt,” I said aloud for the camera, smile stretching from cheek to cheek.

  I carefully turned back around so that I could look at Cody, who looked wrapped in the pleasure my mouth had just given him. His hand was slowly stroking at his cock, keeping it warm for when I descended. I could see his chest rise and fall with his breathing, and I knew he needed more of me. Who was I to deny?