Sasha, the Cheating Anal Slut: Inviting Her Best Friend to Join Us— Part 6
The length of my cock was sliding up her pussy, onto her pubic mound, and back again. I could feel the inner folds of her pussy gliding easily around the ridges of my cock. It was pure heaven.
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Sasha straddled my waist, pushed my cock flat against my stomach then sat her pussy right down on top of it. One of our rules was that I wouldn’t insert my cock into her vagina, and she was edging as close as possible to breaking that rule as she could. She started sliding back and forth on it with great urgency.
“Let me know when you can get a sitter and I’ll see if I can do something on my end. Ok?”
“Ok, baby. Love you!”
“Love you, too. Bye!” I said and hung up.
Sasha continued to slide her warm, juicy cunt all over my cock. I felt her folds glisten over every vein. She then supported herself by putting her hands on my chest and rode me faster.
“You’re bad,” I said.
“Do I deserve a spanking?” she asked with an innocent schoolgirl tone.
“You just might,” I said, barely able to get the words out.
Her humping felt so good.
“You know, I was thinking we should invite another woman, but I didn’t have your wife in mind.”
“What?” I asked, surprised.
“Remember my friend Naomi?”
“You mean your promiscuous childhood friend?”
“Yes! Good boy. Naomi. I was thinking I could invite her down here, one of these nights, and we could have the blow job competition I proposed back in the office.”
I could say nothing. It was all too much. Sasha’s juicy pussy slathering my cock, the idea of being the subject of a blow job competition, and my wife wanting to come down here and “experiment” sexually.
“What do you say, baby? The thought of two women sucking you off at the same time? Or maybe one of us with your cock deep in our throat, the other with your balls. Or one of us with your balls in our mouth while they jerk you off, the other tonguing your asshole?”
Somehow, I managed to get even harder. The only thing preventing me from exploding was that I had just cum ten minutes earlier.
“And then at the end, after you’ve shot your load over both of us, you can tell Naomi that I was better? I know she’d be up for it, baby.”
“Fuck, yes!” I grunted. “I want that.”
“Well, we can’t do it if your wife is coming down. You better figure out what she’s planning. Rule number one is that we don’t jeopardize our marriages.”
“Agreed. I’ll figure it out.”
“Excellent! I’m glad you feel the same way I do, baby. But now, I’m hungry.”
For a brief, horrifying moment I thought Sasha was going to leave me hanging. She dismounted me and laid by my side, but only halfway up. Her face was level with my throbbing erection, and as her lips enveloped the bulbous head, her hand slide down my cock and cupped my balls. She gently massaged them as her tongue tap danced on the head of my cock.
“Cum for me, baby. I need to taste you again. You taste so much better than my husband.”
I put my hand on the back of her head and eased her down my length, about halfway, before erupting inside of her.
Sasha mewed as the first spurts of cum landed on the back of her tongue. She sounded thrilled with herself and continued to suck while squeezing my balls, working every last drop of cum into her mouth before pulling off. She turned to me, her lips closed and she made an emphatic swallowing gesture, then opened her mouth to show me what a good girl she was. Then, with her dainty fingers, she wiped her lips and chin and fed herself the remnants.
“Thanks, baby. That was a great appetizer. But I’m actually starving now. Let’s go check out the restaurant downstairs.”
For the rest of the afternoon, we actually acted like two coworkers and kept things professional. We were both keenly aware that, had we gone back to our room, we would have accomplished nothing. Work kept us occupied for so long that we ended up having dinner there before returning to our rooms separately.
During a break, I called Maria for an update. She told me that her sister had agreed to sleep over with the kids Wednesday night and that she was planning on catching a train downtown, after work. I asked if she had anything special planned, and she said not really, only that she wanted to “cut loose” for a night. The rationalist in me reasoned that I could indulge her, even if I’d have preferred to be buried in Sasha’s ass instead.
When we hung up, I went next door to Sasha’s hotel room. Sasha answered the door in the same white bathroom she teased me in, earlier that day.
“I wasn’t sure if I should expect you tonight,” she said demurely. “You sure you want to stay up late? We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Actually, I don’t plan on staying long,” I said as I stepped into the room.
“You need to call Naomi. Now. My wife is coming on Wednesday night, so if we’re going to do this, it has to be tomorrow.”
Sasha’s mischievous grin appeared on her face again. When she reached for the phone, I grabbed her wrist, and playfully spun her, tossing her on the bed. She rolled onto her back, her robe parting slightly revealing flashes of her naked body below. I threw the phone onto her midsection.
“Go ahead,” I said, crawling up the bed between her legs. “Let’s see how you handle the stress.”
I kissed her just above the inside of her right knee and her legs spread further for me. She rolled her head back and bit her lip as she prepared herself to call her friend while I ate her out. I inched further up her thigh, feeling the heat emanating from within as I neared my target. All the while, I kept an eye on her as she fiddled with her phone.
“Put it on speaker,” I ordered.
The sound of the phone ringing broke through the heavy atmosphere. Sasha placed the phone on her sternum so she could talk hands-free. A girlish, exuberant voice shot into the room, and Naomi immediately lived up to the reputation Sasha had established.
“Girl, what’s up? Shouldn’t you be humping that handsome new hubby of yours?”
Sasha immediately flushed red. I bit down gently on her inner thigh, eliciting a gasp.
“Actually…” she paused to catch her breath… “I’m downtown right now, at a conference.”
“Oh, and let me guess. That prick you married isn’t into phone sex, so you called me up?” Naomi finished her sentence with a giggle.
“Well, not exactly,” Sasha replied. “I’ve actually called with a confession and an…” I took my first lap at her clit… “and an invitation!” she squeaked out, unable to hide her distraction.
“Oh, well now I’m curious. What’s going on, sweetie?”
I slipped my tongue inside her shopping cunt and slathered my face in her sweet nectar.
“Ooh,” Sasha groaned. “Naomi, I’ve been bad.”
“Girl, what did you do?”
“I…uh…”
I swirled my tongue enthusiastically, lapping up as much of her as I could.
“I’ve been unfaithful to Michael.”
“What!? Tell me everything! What happened?”
“I can’t…” Sasha clenched the sheets and arched her back in clear ecstasy as I sucked her clit into my mouth. “I can’t tell you everything right now, but I… I want you to meet him,” Sasha replied.
Her breathing was growing ragged. I pulled away from her beautiful cunt and started kissing my way up her firm belly.
“Meet him? Do you want me to meet your fuck-boy?” Naomi asked.
I moved up further and closed my lips around her left nipple as I cupped her right breast with my left hand.
“Well, I was thinking,” Sasha spoke in fractured, hushed tones, “about the bet we made all those years ago. About who could give a better blow job?”
“Oh shit, I forgot all about that. I thought we were just joking.”
“I wasn’t,” Sasha said bluntly. “And I thought you might enjoy actually partaking in that competition with me. I know you’ve always wanted to join me in bed. Would you be interested in meeting Brett tomorrow so we can settle this once and for all?“
For the first time, there was silence on the other line. Sasha’s eyes met mine, and for the first time it felt like this might not happen, and for the reason neither of us expected. That her friend was backing out.
“Naomi?”
“I’m still here. I was just checking the train schedule.”
She and Sasha both laughed. I took the moment to reposition, sliding my knees up so that my erection nestled in the smooth, glistening folds of her pussy. I started to hump against her lips, with the head of my cock making repeated contact with her throbbing clit.
“So that’s a yes, then?” Sasha managed to say between groans.
“Girl, of course! You know I’ve been wanting this forever. I can’t wait to drain some dude’s balls with you.”
At that, I couldn’t contain myself and let out a groan of my own. No doubt at all that Naomi would have heard it.
“Hold up. Is he there with you right now?” Naomi said, after a heavy pause.
Sasha’s face was redder than ever.
“Holy shit. Is he fucking you right now? Girl, you’re nasty. Did you call me while he was fucking you? Tell me he’s fucking you!” Naomi’s voice got higher and louder as she got more excited.
I started to thrust faster, the excitement clearly taking hold of me. I locked eyes with Sasha again, who was caught in a rollercoaster of emotions: fear, shame, lust, anticipation.
“He’s fucking me right now,” Sasha responded, without breaking eye contact.
“Girl! Oh my god. Dude! Brett? was that your name? I don’t care! You give it to her good and…”
I couldn’t hear what Naomi wanted to say because Sasha hung up the phone.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
The length of my cock was sliding up her pussy, onto her pubic mound, and back again. All the while, it was pinned between my stomach and whatever part of her it happened to be touching. I could feel the inner folds of her pussy gliding easily around the ridges of my cock. It was pure heaven, and the fact that she maintained eye contact really pushed me over the edge.
With a final grunt, I sat upright with my balls pushed firmly against her hole. My cock was sticking straight forward, and it immediately started spewing its contents all over Sasha. I got off at least five l shots, so powerful that I swear I felt some kickback. Two shots landed on her belly, but the other three extended further. One landed on her left breast. Another strand stretched from her neck to the phone still lying at her sternum. And the last actually managed to reach her left cheek.
As the last few shots oozed out of me and pooled around her belly button, Sasha let out her own shriek and thrust her hips up, creating greater friction between her clit and my scrotum. I could feel and hear her squirt shooting out behind me, grazing my ass before it fell to the floor.
Her legs went limp and her fists released their stranglehold on the sheets. She was a mess of bodily fluid, but so was I. Of all the mental photos I had captured in the last two months, this was the only one where I seriously contemplated taking a real photo. But I knew that no evidence was the best policy. Still, Sasha was a sight to behold. She was glowing with sweat. Her skin was red, and her pussy was oozing juices onto the sheets, while her face was basking in post-orgasmic rapture.
I stepped back off the bed to take it all in, but she suddenly realized her graphic exposure and closed her legs.
“That’s enough fun for now, baby,” she said. “Let’s get some sleep and manage to live through tomorrow, at the conference. I have a feeling tomorrow night will be explosive.”
Words felt inefficient, so I simply smiled, nodded, pulled up my pants, and left to my room. As I drifted to sleep that night, I thought about everything that was scheduled for the next two days. Sasha and Naomi, together tomorrow night. Maria on Wednesday. The thought of fucking my wife with my side piece awake next door… Sasha was right, things could get explosive.
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