Loading...Like a swirl of murky water shifting and clearing, Amber slowly drifted out of slumber and opened her eyes to narrow slits, getting used to the morning light as she lay, waking, in bed.
Yet something was wrong.
First of all, her bed had never felt this hard, and there were no blankets or bed sheets either. As her still muddled mind slowly drifted out of sleep, struggling to understand what was happening, a chill like a tiny spark of electricity shot up her spine and blossomed into warm pleasure as it reached her head.
Hearing herself groan, her mind cleared somewhat and details began to fall into place like missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Something about… a woman. An image of a face flashed in her mind, but before she could gather the details, a hot ripple of pleasure coursed through her body once more, eliciting a soft moan from her dry lips.
The pang of pleasure rang like the crisp chime of a bell in the foggy mist of her mind, pulling her to a clearer state of wakefulness. It hit her that she was naked – and she certainly never made it a habit of sleeping in the nude. She could feel a wet sensation between her thighs. A liquid warmth that seeped out of her core, pure distilled pleasure that smeared the inside of her thighs damp and trickled down the crack of her ass to drip onto the hard floor of her room, adding to the small puddle her rear was resting upon. Between her spread thighs, she felt a motion.
Looking down her own body, Amber saw a mane of platinum-blonde hair that belonged to the woman with the most insatiable sexual appetite she had ever encountered in her life. She could not see the woman’s face, quite simply because it was pressed against her drenched snatch, her hot tongue pushing into Amber’s pulsing pussy to drink of her pleasure, careless of how the bittersweet tangy stuff dribbled onto her chin and stuck to her cheeks. The woman could not get enough.
Amber let out a loud groan and felt a shudder course through her body, a ripple of delicious, soothing warmth that bloomed at her core into liquid heat to shower the other woman’s face with her release. In the throes of her climax, squirming in a delightfully uncomfortable way as the woman used the warm secretions to push her hot licker into Amber’s asshole, Amber realized what people meant when they said they got their brains fucked out. And somehow, she had the feeling that this woman wasn’t anywhere near done…
*****
It had all started the day before. Amber was your run-of-the-mill PR agent for a prestigious publishing company. Although it wasn’t in the contract, she knew that dealing with clients meant impressing them and her best assets to this purpose was her figure and her discourse. A flash of a pearly smile, a sensual fragrance, a correct expression and the right words could turn the minds of any possible client to choosing her company and signing a contract – and she won many of those.
She kept herself in shape by going to the gym every other day and ate balanced meals. Although she didn’t like to believe she was the narcissistic type, she was proud of her body and how she took care of it. Her family being of Irish heritage, this was reflected in her own aspect. A lush mane of fiery red hair that reached just past her shoulders, emerald green eyes that were the envy of her coworkers and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose that with the appropriate schoolgirl giggle was assured to melt any man’s heart.
Not that she was interested in men anyhow. Her build was slim at a fairly tall stature, her bosom was well endowed though nothing as outrageously over-the-top as what you would see on Baywatch. Toned thighs and a deliciously trim, firm butt were the results of hard work at the gym, and she liked keeping it that way since it pleased her to know she was attractive. You could say that she was rather pleased with her life as everything was under her control – her job, her health, her aspect and the way she spent her free time. Her friends sometimes called her a control freak and she could easily see why. She was a modern woman in her mid-20’s that knew what she was doing and where she was heading.
Until she met Maya.
Since her job was rather stressy (not all clients liked her friendly approach and most of those let her know about it), Amber liked to wind down ever now and then with something that was not as energetic as aerobics classes at the gym or jogging around the park near her apartment. So on a whim, she decided to take classes in drawing. She went twice a week, on Mondays (nothing better to ease the Monday blues after work) and on Fridays. Fridays she liked best, since most people in her painting group would usually meet up after class to go for drinks in trendy nightclubs.
She had been going to the classes for a few months and had started to enjoy them a hell of a lot – perhaps the control freak inside her liked seeing the finished sketches as a result of her direct control and manipulation of the pencils she used. She had got rather good at the drawing of still life pictures; bowls of fruit and empty bottles gave her plenty of practice at the beginning, though in the long run, with aid from the art teacher, they became easier for her to draw and less of a challenge. Little did she know she would get more than a challenge on that fateful Friday. As a celebration of three months of classes and the end of the first period, the art teacher hired a model to pose in the nude in order to give the students a challenge. She was introduced as Maya and was dressed only in a robe in preparation for the class when everyone had arrived.
Using the three months of experience from their drawing classes, the students were encouraged to use all the skills they had learnt to try and capture the image of the lovely Maya on paper as well as possible. After some nervous laughter from some of the men, including softly-spoken jokes about applying their “skills” on Maya, she simply pushed away from the wall she was leaning against and let the robe fall in one smooth motion to the ground, pooling about her ankles. What followed was stark silence as the model paced over to the center of the room where the teacher had set a chair for Maya to sit on. As she eased her gorgeous ass onto the seat, she flashed the teacher a wicked grin.
“What position would you like me in, teach?”
The double-entendre was not lost on anyone in the room, least of all the teacher, a gray-haired middle-aged man who appeared flustered at Maya’s question and complete lack of shame. Responding with a nervous laugh that almost sounded like a choked cough, he told her to assume any position she liked; whatever was most comfortable to her. Maya merely grinned her devious grin and did as instructed, seating herself sideways on the chair to rest one arm against the recline and her head upon her forearm, while her thighs crossed in a swish of skin brushing against skin. Everyone, including Amber broke through their daze and rather sheepishly took their places, which were arranged in a semicircle around Maya, like mortals admiring a goddess.
Amber hardly believed her eyes. While most of the men in the class were unashamedly admiring Maya (except her friend Patrick, who like herself was openly gay), the sumptuous model drew some poisonous looks of envy from the women. Others put on pretend faces that they did not mind being shown in detail a body they could never have. Nope. They didn’t mind at all. And truth be told, Maya was incredibly gorgeous.
Her hair was shorter than Amber’s, and it was bleached a blonde so clear that it was almost white. Like a cloud of silken silver, it hung down to her shoulders at the front and was cropped shorter at the back in a bobcat haircut style. Each strand of hair was perfectly smooth, a silver curtain of bleached-blonde either side of her face that framed an expression that was as feline and predatorily as the namesake of the haircut. She was fit in every imaginable way. Slim and curvaceous, she was not a spindle stick anorexic model whose ribs showed through her skin as if she were a bag of bones. When she inhaled, her plump breasts would rise and the hollow of her smooth stomach would draw in, showing the faintest outlines of her ribcage. Astonishing was the realization that she wore absolutely no makeup at all, which led Amber to wonder how much more stunning Maya would appear if she did.
Some part of Amber felt the envy the other women so clearly displayed, a twinge of jealousy of how the model could have such a perfect – to be honest, FUCKABLE body when Amber herself worked hard enough to keep her own in shape. She’s a model, you moron. Amber condoned herself. She does this for a living, she HAS to look good. Probably invested all her brain mass in her breasts, too. Those can’t be real. Amber smirked. Those thoughts made her feel a tad better about herself. Yet, examining the body she was meant to sketch, Amber’s mind wandered again.
She was mesmerized by the simple silver ring that pierced Maya’s navel and although a distant part of her wondered if that must have hurt, another was picturing using her tongue to toy with the piercing before sliding it lower down to the warm space between the model’s thighs. Giving an involuntary shudder, Amber blinked the thought away to focus on her drawing, when she noticed Maya gazing at her. That mere look caused Amber to shudder again – a grin that was somewhat lazy and easy, cool blue eyes partly narrowed as if appraising her. Amber felt almost tiny and small, as if she were being inspected under a giant-size magnifying glass and it was a feeling she wasn’t entirely comfortable with, even though the fuzzy, tingly warm feeling in her tummy seemed to say otherwise. Ignoring the look Maya threw her way, Amber tried to focus on her drawing. Who cares is she got caught staring and fantasizing about the model? She had a painting to draw and to do so she had to ogle the blonde bitch with the perfect body. Amber soon found that the ogling didn’t come as hard to do as the drawing.
It was the longest two hours of her life. And it also was the worst sketch she had ever drawn. As Maya hopped off the chair (the slightly heavy sway of her plump breasts as she landed on her feet did not escape Amber’s attention) and headed to the changing room completely ignoring the discarded robe, the teacher tsked at Amber’s sketch. He idly wondered why she didn’t do better when she usually was one of the more talented artists of the group. Amber didn’t know what to reply, her mind’s eye was replaying Maya’s confident and shameless nude walk to the changing room, hips and ass swaying to each step, when she felt two strong arms reach around her from behind, wrapping just beneath her chest. Patrick leaned heavily on Amber, forcing her to support him as he teased her in his usual annoying manner.
“Her picture is shit because her head is full of smut, Maya and any combination of both; am I wrong, darling?”
“Sod off, Patrick.” Amber jibed back, though she could not suppress a grin of amusement as Patrick made himself heavier and heavier, leaning on her. “Cut it out, you aren’t exactly light! Agh! Get off me, you big lech!” Amber could not help laughing as she disentangled herself from her old friend.
“Well, it’s either that, or you can’t stand seeing someone more fit than yourself. If that’s the case you have met your match, I am afraid.” Patrick folded his arms across his chest and nodded sagely. Suddenly he grinned. He was cooking up a plan. “Hey, we are all going out for drinks, how about we ask her to come along? I figure she will be coming around regularly to take off her kit and pose for us, so we might as well get to know her better, eh?”
Amber smiled. “Sure. Might as well; I wasn’t thinking of doing anything worthwhile tonight anyway.” Getting a chance to talk to Maya might also be interesting. It had been a while since she had been with someone and she certainly never had been with a woman as stunning as Maya. The look she had given Amber certainly was suggestive, so it wouldn’t hurt to find out more about the uninhibited model.
Maya appeared after a short while, dressed down in ragged jeans, brown army boots, a halter top cropped short to show off her abdomen, and a denim jacket loosely draped over her shoulders to guard against the chill. Amber could not help noticing the model was not wearing a bra, her breasts firm and full stretching the fabric of her top and tenting it up ever so slightly around her nipples. This attention did not go unnoticed by the model who gave Amber a dark little smile, then pulled a cosmetic mirror from her purse, looking into it as she applied some lipstick on herself.
Amber shuddered. It was pink. She could barely stand it. Everything about this woman screamed FUCK ME. The warm tingle in her tummy that had remained for the last 2 hours was becoming something far more damp between her thighs. Helpless, she watched Maya as the model pursed her lips and curled them into a teasing, seductive grin, liking the result of the lipstick on her mouth as she looked at herself in the small hand-sized mirror.
Patrick noticed Maya and started to approach her to ask her out for drinks, but before he could get a single word out, Maya had paced over to Amber and slipped an arm around her elbow. “Let’s go then, shall we?” the model grinned, leading ahead and forcing Amber to follow, flustered, puzzled and with only enough time to throw Patrick a look of surprise that was reflected in his own expression. It was certainly hard enough to concentrate while having Maya so close by. Amber could not stop thinking about the fragrance of her hair or the soft touch of her hand around her arm.
“W-wait, go, what do you mean, ‘go’? Go where?” Amber stammered. They had reached the parking lot when she got the words out, causing the model to pause and give Amber an smug look.
“Why, your car, for now.” Maya replied, the corner of her mouth turning up in a smug and confident grin. “You can drive somewhere, if you like, or we can fuck right here.” The grin remained, those smoldering eyes narrowing into a piercing gaze. “Mm. Actually, the thought fucking you right now is making me dripping wet…” she purred, and without another word forced her lips against Amber’s in a moist, hard kiss.
Amber’s mind reeled, her eyes wide like saucers as the luscious model’s lips met hers. For an instant she hesitated. Was this what she wanted? A fling? A one-night stand? Wasn’t this the chance of getting laid like she had fantasized about for the last two hours? Her hesitation lasted only a moment and melted away with the touch of Maya’s lips. Moaning into the kiss, Amber returned it, mouth opening slow against Maya’s as she felt the model reach behind her head, pulling her fingers through Amber’s hair and clenching tight a handful so she could force herself stronger against the other woman.
The first touch of Maya’s tongue was more then bliss; a silken, wet wash across her lips that coaxed Amber’s own slick muscle to come out and play. Soon enough both oral muscles were tangled in a delightfully sensual coil, sharing touch and taste even if their lips did not touch. Amber released a quiet moan, feeling weak at her knees as Maya pushed up against her. The sensations of the confident woman thrusting one thigh between Amber’s legs and the feeling of Maya’s larger tits pushing and pillowing against her own were driving Amber crazy. She couldn’t be doing this! Not in the parking lot, with her friends about to come out!
Yet again, all thoughts about her friend were momentarily wiped out of her mind as Maya ground her thigh against Amber’s crotch, mashing the fabric of her skirt against her cotton undergarments and forcing another groan from the woman. Grinning smugly, her pink lips glossy-wet with spittle, Maya pulled back from the kiss, her bottom lip linked to Amber’s by a silver strand of saliva that snapped and fell across Amber’s chin.
“Dear, dear, dear… you want it BAD.” Maya chided Amber and slid a hand down to the spot where her thigh met Amber’s crotch. “Your pussy must be soaking wet… what sort of filth were you imagining while you stared at me in class, mm?” She cooed, wriggling her fingers to press against the cotton of Amber’s panties, feeling the wet gash of her cunt snugly pressed against the flimsy, thin fabric. Amber shuddered and parted her lips with a low groan. A large stain had already formed, soaking the cotton damp. “Fuck-the-shit-out-of-me-in-the-parking-lot kind of filth, I am sure…” the model continued, pausing to lick the spittle off Amber’s chin in a quick flick of her warm, pink tongue.
Amber struggled to gain control of herself. Already she could feel Maya’s fingers hooking into the side of her panties to pull them to one side, revealing her cunt, hard knuckles pressing against the tender, damp, fleshy opening. “I… no… g-god… what are you doing to me…?” she moaned. She could not think, but had to. A little ways behind she could hear the loud campy voice of Patrick and some other friends approaching. “Car… over there. Blue Sedan.” There. At least she had tried.
“Your car? But why, can’t I can stuff my pretty fingers up your cunt right here…?” Maya teased her, and indeed did just that – Amber felt the tip of Maya’s digit push into the tight embrace of her wet hole, and another fingertip beside it. Slowly, tortuously, both fingers slid in, forcing space into the tight area of Amber’s fuckhole.
Unable to contain herself, Amber felt a loud moan break free from her lips. Maya’s dirty words burnt in her mind, fuelling the fire of her lust deeper and deeper. Already she felt the hot liquid trickle of arousal run down the inside of her thighs at the thought of Maya shamelessly fingering her in public. “Mm.” The model purred, licking her lips like a hungry little whore. “What a sweet, tight, hot little pussy you have. Bet it tastes just as good.”
Both her fingers slipped out at the horny woman drew them into her mouth to suckle dry. She smeared some of the tangy taste onto Amber’s lips, who found herself licking at Maya’s fingers greedily, feeding off her own arousal. Maya chuckled and led the horny Amber off to her car, simply fishing the keys out of the woman’s purse without even asking for them.
“Get in.” she told the trembling woman. “I’m going to show you what real fucking is all about.” Maya flashed Amber a grin so sleazy it almost sent her over the edge. “Darling, please, we are in your car… feel free to finger-fuck yourself while I am driving. I would help, but I am afraid I must concentrate on the road.”
Amber felt herself melt into the passenger seat and for once, let someone else take control. Maya revved up the engine, pulled out of the parking lot and drove them both away.
*****
Amber’s memory became a little hazy from then on. The orgy of lust and pleasure that ensued took her body to boundaries she did not even know she had. What made it even worse (or some might argue, better) was that after each act of unimaginable indecency, Maya would want even more. It was as if she had made it her personal quest to push Amber up to her limits and beyond, over and over again.
Like a hell-spawned succubus with boundless lust and sexual hunger, Maya was absolutely, utterly, indescribably insatiable. It was only fortunate that Amber had the stamina to withstand such unending attention from the lusty model. Some distant part of her mind even found an odd humor in the fact that her gym workouts at last were paying off in something other than her looks.
Amber’s past partners had NEVER been anything near this… this… fierce. There certainly had been passion, there had been lust, but in a manner, it had all be somewhat controlled, by Amber herself. Most women had been content to let her take control of everything, and she had liked it quite well – it excited her to be in control of others pleasure and she had often been complimented that she was rather good in bed. “Rather good.” It was almost funny. In comparison to Maya, she was an absolute amateur. The woman was like a drug to her; there could be no other reason why she would let her do such things to her, talk down to her in such a smutty way. Worst of all, Amber LOVED it. She felt filthy and out of control, and ironically for her, it was an immense turn-on. For once, somebody else was in charge, she could give up all responsibility and do whatever the fuck she wanted. It was an exhilarating and liberating experience and like Maya, she could not get enough.
Even as the woman was driving them both to some unknown destination, Amber could hardly believe what she was doing. Sitting in the passenger seat, her skirt bunched up around her waist, sopping panties halfway down her thighs and her fingers desperately rubbing back and forth against the slippery seam of her cunt. Amber arched her back and tilted her head back, unleashing another loud groan as her juice-slippery fingers pushed into the willing hole, eliciting a damp squelch at ashamed and aroused her even further. She already could feel her wet heat tickle down the crack of her ass, teasing and greasing up her anus, soaking into the upholstery of the seat. Some distant part of her was alarmed at the possibility of stains, but only for an instant as pleasure like electric shockwaves shot up her spine and blasted all thought about any fucking stains out of her mind. She just wanted to cram as many fingers inside her cunt as humanely possible.
Beside her in the driver’s seat, Maya approved of Amber’s behavior with her crooked, wicked grin. “Remember to save some for me as well, will you?” she mused as Amber squirmed, writhed, moaned and fingered herself beside Maya. “Goodness, you certainly ARE horny. Don’t you ever let go? It looks like years of frustration you are venting right there, honey…” A thought crossed Maya’s mind, her grin widening somewhat. “Tell me something, babyface. How do you feel about cock?”
Amber paused in her self-pleasuring, the image so foreign to her mind that for a second she was actually turned off somewhat. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed and horridly self-conscious – what was she doing, getting herself off like that in front of a complete stranger? She pressed her thighs together and groaned as she felt the sticky dampness oozing from her cunt smear warm and wet against the inside of her thighs. “C-cock…?” she stammered. She was baffled, Maya had asked it as if she were asking Amber if she liked sugar and cream in her coffee or not.
“Yes, cock.” Maya repeated, smirking smugly as she stared ahead at the road, watching the oncoming traffic as she drove both women to an unknown destination. “Dick, prick, cock, pecker, willy, man-meat and if you really want, penis, though I personally don’t like to think of something so nasty with a clinical name.” She paused briefly, casting Amber a sidelong glance, her eyes teasing. “Ever had one?”
“N-no… never.” Amber was growing uncomfortable with the situation and Maya’s prolific use of profanity. The model merely hmmed, not furthering any more explanations, eyeing Amber with a small, feline smile like that of a cat pondering with which paw to bat the mouse next. She pulled the car into the driveway of a rather flash looking house while Amber tried to gather her composure, asking herself why she let Maya do this to her, or why she had lost control so badly back then. The sultry woman had asked Amber if she had never let go – it was a possibility, but still, that could not expla- all thought was blasted out of her mind as Maya merely leaned over to the passenger seat and kissed Amber hard and full on the lips.
Lust. Sexual hunger. The need for gratification. There could be no other reason, but she did not care. Maya had stopped the engine while Amber was thinking, trying to make sense of things and get her feelings in rein once more, but the hot bitch seated next to her gave her no such chance. Already her hand was forcing itself in between Amber’s thighs, which she kept so tightly squeezed together. Washing a nasty hot whip of a lick halfway across Amber’s chin and lower lip, Maya quite literally mewled in a sensual mimicry of a cat in heat. The sound sent shudders up Amber’s spine.
“You are a hot little baby-bitch.” She teased, careless of the sticky strand of saliva that clung between the lower side of her tongue and Amber’s chin – it was washed away as her moist lips closed around Amber’s lower one and drew it slightly into her mouth for another taste of the trembling woman’s mouth. “Mm…” Maya continued, unrelenting. “Still, your problem is you think too fucking much.” Amber let out a low groan as she felt Maya’s hand push tighter between her thighs, her palm already nestled against the red fuzzy thatch of pubic hair on her sopping mound.
“If you are THIS wet,” Maya pressed, relentless, the pads of her fingers smearing the sticky cunt juice Amber was copiously oozing against her pussy’s coral-pink folds, “why not behave like a two-penny, cum greedy fuckslut gutterwhore, hmm?”
Amber moaned, a small part inside her raging at being insulted in such a manner, yet silenced by the part of her that screamed for more even as Maya pushed her forefinger into the hot, wet, fleshy hole. Her middle finger followed soon afterwards. “Mm, I don’t know about you, babyface, but I most certainly would call any hot horny bitch who would let a complete stranger fingerfuck her in her own car, a complete gutterslut.” Maya pushed those fingers tighter, deeper into the wet heat of her core, while her thumb felt its way up along Amber’s dripping gash and pushed down against a small pearly bud. Amber felt something akin to an electrical bolt of heat shoot up her spine, sent hurtling to crash into her mind. Her whole body was made to tingle, muscles tightening up for a moment as she held on, her pussy tightening about the invading fingers, before she let it all go in a release of air, muscles and pleasure, creaming the palm of Maya’s hand and the inside of her thighs. Stains were certainly not in her mind at the moment, but a part of the Amber that would have been had she not met Maya, would most certainly be having a coronary about having to change the upholstery in the morning.
For a while, nothing could be heard in the inside of the car, windows starting to fog up, except the heated pants and groans of Amber and the occasional wet squelch down there as Maya fingered her up toward another climax. Maya’s grin was sleazy and hot as she applied her fingers in an expert manner, greasing up Amber’s anus with the sticky wet stuff of her sopping pussy juice, pushing against the tightness of both holes, stuffing in another finger where there seemed to be no space. Always pushing Amber one step ahead. By the time they left the car, Amber’s knees were weak, the inside of her thighs soaked as she leaned heavily on Maya. Amber never even paused to question where the model was taking her, or the fact that she hadn’t even told Maya her own name yet.
*****
Maya’s house was… rather empty, Amber thought weakly when she first entered it. But it was a stylish kind of emptiness, the kind only millions could buy. Feng-Shui, some called it, Amber used to call it bullshit, though she could see that there was a certain flow to things and the lack of adornments and decorations and useless knick-knacks that filled most houses, were replaced with still and self-possessing emptiness, both functional and pacifying. Also noticeable other than the lack of furniture beside the odd vase with aesthetically arranged branches and long-stemmed flowers in it, a crystal dining table and the adjoined kitchen area separated from the lounge only by a large American-style kitchen bar, was the lack of color. Everything was either pristine white, in the same tone as the white of the walls and ceiling or glossy enamel black. It was as if they had entered a monochrome world and the sheer lack of color made that she saw on Maya look even more impressive. If she had thought her pink lipstick a turn on before, she marveled at the glossy way her lips shined damp, how the pink was smeared partly across her cheek and chin, presumably from forcing herself onto Amber’s mouth. It made her think of what she might look like herself now, but judging from Maya’s expression it could only be good.
As Maya closed the door behind her, Amber was conscious of sounds coming from further down the house past the dining area. It sounded suspiciously like football on TV. Maya brushed past Amber’s side and winked suggestively, her smile wide and mischievous. “Sounds like we have guests tonight… follow me, honey.” She paced briskly out to the main lounge area, where seated on a large black leather couch were two men, one dark-haired and the other a light shade of brown, watching a match on the TV while drinking beers. If Amber’s stereotypical view on men was not biased before, she found her beliefs even further reinforced at this moment. Maya, however, simply skipped up to the back of the couch and wrapped her arms around one of the guy’s neck with easy familiarity. “Hello, boys!” she piped up. “So, are you here to watch football, or are you here to fuck?”
The other guy turned his head to grin at the model while the first feigned choking at Maya’s grip. “Aw shit, are you telling us we can’t just have both?” Laughing, the guy being ‘choked’ by Maya stopped and noticed a very shy Amber to one side of the room. Cocking his head toward her ha asked, “And that? Picking up toys on the way home?”
Maya grinned in return and released her grip, landing a light thwap on the dark-haired man’s head. “Mm, at first I thought so… but she shows great potential. Why on our way here she came twice.” She eyed Amber with a sly sidelong glance as she lifted two fingers to the man’s lips, who quite readily opened his mouth to draw Maya’s digits in and savor Amber’s taste. “She is a hot fucking bitch… and she still wants more, though she says she is gay.” Amber shrugged. “I think otherwise.”
The brown-haired stud grinned at that. “Of course you would, otherwise you wouldn’t have brought her, would you?”
Maya smirked at that. “Certainly… I think she would look very pretty with a cock suffed in her mouth and another in her hand. I thought I’d be alone tonight, which is why I called you guys over… But it looks like tonight we will play teacher and schoolgirl. I’m sure she will be a very eager student.”
Amber squirmed in her place. Do it? With a guy? The thought never crossed her mind. She had always considered the male sexual organ such a… grotesque, bulbous… THING. She could barely see one, let alone THINK of touching it AND being aroused by doing so. She shook her head vehemently. “I… I don’t know if I can.”
Maya smiled at that, her expression for once kind and understanding. “That’s okay, baby… mm… come to think of it, I never asked your name.” She laughed. “Typical me… getting in a woman’s pants first before asking her name.”
“Amber.” Came the reply. Both men sat sill, watching the exchange of words. No small wonder, depending on the result, it meant the difference between a threesome and a foursome. They weren’t in a position to complain, really.
“Amber, darling… no-one is going to force you to do what you don’t want to.” Her smile twisted into something more wicked, something more sensual that looked natural on Maya’s face. “In fact, I think you will recall, up until now, everything has been about helping you do what you really want to… so I’ll give you a show of what its like, hmm…? And if you like what you see… you can try for yourself, and I’ll most certainly help you along the way.” Maya purred. “You can say no whenever you want to…” she added as smoothly as a professional poker player raising the stakes on a game she knows she will win.
“Okay.” Amber nodded. It seemed only fair… let them have their fun. It would be just like watching a porn flick, she guessed, only enacted live in front of her. The night was getting wilder and wilder and she felt a little secure exercising a little control over the situation. She still hadn’t forgotten the rush that losing control had given her, but the sight of both men and what they signified to her sexual life had been like a bucket of cold water.
“Well, boys…” Maya cooed, patting both of them on the back from behind the couch before walking around it while undoing her jeans. She pulled the tight pair down her creamy things and kicked them off to one side as they slid down her toned legs. She sported a pair of simple white cotton panties trimmed with smooth lace and of a sharp cut that hugged her hips high and pulled down into a sharp V that wrapped snugly around her pubic mound to pull up hard around the back, easily creeping up the crack of her ass like a thong. “Get ’em out if you want to be sucked off.” They both stood while Maya eased herself onto her knees between both men as they fumbled with the catches of their trousers. Soon enough one large prick sprang into view, semi erect and deliciously thick as it bobbed before Maya. “Ooo, here’s one…” she purred, then laughed softly as her fingers seized the stiffening dick. “My, my… I am forgetting myself, I haven’t made any introductions again. This here is Mike…” she grinned at the prick in her hand, fingers swapping barely around its hot, veined shaft and keeping it throbbing hard against her palm. She held it erect, pulling Mike’s foreskin up with the single, easy stroke of her hand so the tip of his cock was within reach of the nasty, hot lash of her tongue. The other man’s cock soon appeared after, a little longer yet not quite so thick, but fully erect, slapping lightly against Maya’s cheek.
“Mm, and this here is Jake, with a slightly longer dick, albeit with a little less girth.” She turned her face to catch the bulbous head of Jake’s cock between her lips, tongue swirling hot, wet and nasty around the meaty hot glans while her lips pursed around it and her head bobbed ahead, drawing more of him into her mouth. Amber watched wide-eyes as Maya slid more of Jack’s cock into her mouth, past the first few inches while her fingers stroked Mike’s dick in measured, slow lengths, giving him a delightful handjob while blessing him with the sight of fellating his friend.
She purred around a mouthful of cock and slowly eased back, letting the cockhead pop free with a wet slurp, sticky strings of spittle mixed with pre-cum slinging from the purple soft head to Maya’s chin as she turned her face back toward the dick she still seized with one hand. “Jack has the perfect cock for assfucking… you will love it, Amber sweetie.” Her free hand reached to seize Jack’s dick as she had gripped Mike’s, grinning lustily as she pumped botch cocks with both hands at equal, identical strokes. She had botch tips point toward her face, almost touching each other as her tongue arched upward, washing a wanton, greedy lick between both pricks. She turned her face the other way and engulfed Mike’s hot member, her head pushing down and letting his shaft slide all the way in until his heavy balls rested against her chin.
“Fuck, Maya…” he grunted, his coarse hand reaching through her hair and holding her head against his crotch as she began to use her mouth and throat to fuck him, her head bobbing to and fro. “Not gonna last long if you keep that u… ngh!” Mike visibly struggled to keep control, holding back even as he watched Maya pull and pump Jack’s cock, wet hard flesh slapping against the skin of her palm, the slit of the tip of Jack’s cockhead oozing sticky, translucent pre that would drip in sticky threads onto the back of her hand. She slid back, guiding Mike’s cock out once more and turning back to attend to Jack’s, her tongue lewdly lashing out for a long, slow lick up the side of his shaft.
“That’s the idea, baby…” she mewled, holding Jack’s dick so that it rested against her lower row of teeth while her tonguetip teased the slim slit that oozed the salty pre. The teasing words and sight were apparently too much for Mike. He groaned as his dick stiffened a fraction more in Maya’s grip and shot its first blast of salty cream full against her cheek and into her hair, thick ropes that clung to skin in a sticky coating of white. Jack did not last her teasing much longer either as he shot straight between her lips.
The first jet of salty cum smattered against the roof of her mouth to fall in sticky strands on her tongue while the second jet spewed scalding hot over her lips and chin even as Maya visibly swallowed the first load with hungry glee. “Mmmh, more, gimme more…!” she groaned, her fingers pumping both members to shower her pretty face with the hot, gooey jism that splattered her cheeks, chin, nose, hair and mouth: her tongue held out to catch the thick flying ropes and swallow what she could. Her lips closed briefly around Jack’s dick, sucking off the salty, creamy taste even as he and Mike softly limped, Mike’s prick resting against her cheek, sticky and soaked wet in his own cream. “Mm…” Maya purred. “So much cum for me… it would only be fair to share some.”
Amber trembled as she saw Maya rise and pace toward her, watching her face speckled with white that dripped from her chin to splatter in thick globs onto the rise of her breasts, staining her shirt. Amber was wet. She could only groan as the physical embodiment of her lust reached out with sticky, cum-reeking fingers to cup Amber’s cheek, pulling her in to kiss her squarely on the mouth. Maya did not waste time with niceties and pried Amber’s lips open with her tongue and delivered bitter, salty taste into Amber’s mouth. The stuff was odd, creamy and sticky, clinging to her tongue and sticking to her throat as she swallowed, but she wanted more. She found herself kissing Maya back, her control starting to lose again as both tongues coiled about each other in a tangle of pink, taut muscle.
Soon she was cleansing Maya as if she were a fellow feline, tongue washing the model’s cheek clean and swallowing the warm salty taste, working her hot tongue around Maya’s chin to lick up and swallow some more. “Like the taste of cum, mm?” Maya teased, her pink wet licker washing a hot stroke over Amber’s lips to catch a sticky thread of white that clung from her chin to Maya’s own lips. “I knew you would, honey…” She grinned and cocked her head to the side, where both men were watching, expressions dazed at the sight of both fit women kissing and sharing a taste of their pleasure. “Don’t think of them as men… men are merely the extension of hot dicks, sweetie, and we only want them right now for the hard, hot meat between their legs. So what do you say, shall we go and fuck the shit out of them till they can barely crawl out of here?”
Amber felt her lips curl into a sleazy grin. “Fuck, YES.”
*****
From this point on, Amber’s memories became even more vague as the wild night became a full-blown orgy. She remembered pulling the hem of Maya’s shirt up over her tits and off her head to cast it away with her own clothes, which the model had all but torn off. Amber’s panties had been so soiled she didn’t even care to remember what had become of them. Another memory carried the musk of Maya’s crotch as Amber used her pearleascent teeth to peel her panties off, peeling the sopped cotton down the model’s thighs to bury her mouth against the damp folds of her cunt. At some point even the guys had cast off all their clothes, and although Amber remembered no particulars in the feast of flesh, a few scenes stuck in her mind like gems gleaming at the bottom of a murky-watered pond.
A flash of an instant bore the memory of either Mike or Jake – she couldn’t care to remember which, lowering his engorged cock to lay half-limp between Amber’s breast. The sensation of that hot flesh hardening as she pressed her hands to either side of her cum-slickened tits, sandwiching the stiffening dick in between firm, pliant titflesh, was burned into her mind. Also was the wanton whoreish manner in which her tongue lashed out at the purple tip of the prick when a thrust from its posessor’s hips made it appear from her cleavage. Hard to forget was how she had groaned for Mike (or was it Jake?) to shoot his fat hot load into her mouth and all over her face. He, whoever it had been, had most willingly complied.
Another moment of recollection had not been as fast as the furious wet tit-fucking she had received, but for all its slow sensuality, it had be charged with sexual hunger. She had shared with Maya a hot, lusty kiss, sticky and cummy, her lips dripping the warm salty stuff as their tongues coiled around each other in a slow sensual dance, teasing the stiff dick that stood erect between both women’s lips. Someone had groaned and shot off a blast of sticky white seed across Maya’s face and as Amber leaned in, her tongue lagging from her lips in hope of catching a few drops, the prick they had been teasing tensed and shot off. A geyser of creamy, thick white splattered against the underside of Amber’s chin and then shot straight up In the air in a creamy, milky arc that spattered over both women’s hair and cheeks.
Her third memory of the night was even more vague, though she clearly remembered all but sitting on Mike’s lap while the strong stud hold her lifted by holding her from the underside of both knees, her legs bent. His cock was certainly stiff as he started to Lower Amber towards it, Maya as ever the helpful temptress by kneeling before Mike and holding his prick, guiding the thick, bulbous-soft head to rest against the dripping gash of Amber’s cunt. She remembered the feeling of being penetrated by a real cock for the first time, feeling her inner walls ever so tight as the hot, hot member pushed its way in. It was aided my Maya who leaned closer to push her tongue along one side of Amber’s pussy, squeezed between the inner folds of Amber’s fuckhole and the throbbing stiff heat of Mike’s cock.
The nimble muscle was wet and deliciously slippery as it provided a little extra lubrication as Mike lowered Amber even further until he slid entirely in, his heavy balls resting snug against Amber’s mound. Amber did not remember cumming by penetration alone, but she surely remembered riding Mike for all he was worth, her plump tits swaying heavily up and down with each bounce, her nipples wrinkled stiff and erect. The hot release gushing inside her from Mike’s dick made her moan with whorish delight, her tongue washing over her lips with devious greed. She had never felt more like a slutty whore in all her life as Mike pulled his limpening cock out of her, and felt even more dirty as Maya pushed her hungry lips against Amber’s lower ones in a terribly dirty, sexual kiss. Amber remembered crying out for God, Jesus Christ and any other blasphemous image she could call up as she came over Maya’s face, her wet gush of pleasure washing Mike’s deposited seed to splatter like warm rain all over the model’s face.
*****
One long evening later she had awoken to find Maya still eating her out. Amber found she didn’t care. She didn’t see any of the guys around so she assumed that as Maya had predicted, they had crawled off at some
point, exhausted, to their own homes or resting rooms. As Amber basked in the warm afterglow of her climax, still feeling the insatiable Maya push her pink tongue against the wrinkled pucker of her anus, Amber reached down to grab a handful of Maya’s hair in her fist, and pulled the woman up against herself, mouth sealing against hers in a long, hot kiss. “I like my morning kisses hot and sloppy-wet…” the redhead purred.
“Mmh, good morning to you, then.” Maya quipped back, grinning before tracing a lick across Amber’s chin. They both rested more than comfortably enough against each other, Amber soaked in sweat and cum, Maya none the less soiled as she lay on her side against Amber. One thigh lifted to hook around her hip while her ripe, plump tits mashed in a delightfully wicked and pleasant crush against Amber’s own breasts. “Fuck…” Maya breathed, her eyes narrowed to slits, her gaze smoldering with sexual appetite. “You are far more fucking hot than I had imagined… once I got you to lose control… you could not get enough.” Maya purred like a sexy little slut kitten. “You remind me of myself.”
“Like a drug, hmm?” Amber grinned as she rested a hand on Maya’s hip. Her ass was within inches’ reach.
“Well, the weekend has just started and I think its about time we seriously got addicted…” Maya liked that, her expression sleazy and lewd. Losing control, Amber decided, was not such a bad thing after all.