We Let Her Use Us Both
And I couldn’t get enough of her.
Lauren was a sexual savant, and watching her blow my husband in our kitchen was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I’d made men come. Plenty of them. Many in the past few weeks. It had started with my husband’s boss, and slowly the circle of men I’d been introduced to had grown. It made me feel powerful to be able to empty their loads.
But next to Lauren I felt crude and clumsy. She’d milked my husband with a prowess that put me in my place. She was the master, and I the apprentice.
As she offered me the gentle curve of her cleavage, now glazed with my husband’s seed, I did what came naturally. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his spent load like a good little slut. The fact that it was being served to me on the most delectable of dishes only heightened my arousal.
“That’s it Alexis, taste him. Taste him like I did, savor him on your tongue as you will soon savor me.”
Lauren climbed onto the table, moving like a minx. Slow, sensual, seductive. She moved between my open legs, the blunt studs on her leather outfit grazing gently against my naked body.
Tied down as I was, there was nothing I could do but enjoy her torturous affection. One hand pulled my body against her as she dove on my breast. Her tongue tracing my nipple before sucking it between her teeth.
My back arched against the hard wood as the smooth round studs on her bra slid over my breasts.
“Hmmmm,” I moaned. “Please Lauren, finish me.”
Lauren turned to my husband. “Take a seat Ralph, enjoy the show. I plan to. I plan to enjoy every inch of your wife.”
That sounded like both heaven and torture all at once.
Ralph sat, and did what he was told. He had no reason not to, today had turned out well for him so far.
“From her toe to her tongue,” Lauren gloated. “I’ve been waiting for this day for weeks. Tell me Alexis, will you be a good little slut for me?”
“Yes,” I groaned squirming against her, hoping the studs on her dominatrix attire would rub me just right so that I could have my release.”
Lauren rose up. “Patience my dear. All in good time. I plan to use you. From your toes to your tongue. If you’re a naughty girl for me, I’ll give you the kind of ecstacy you’ll never forget.”
“I will, Lauren, please.”
Lauren stood up on the table. Towering over me. Her fingers reached for her black thong and slid it down those perfect legs. Stepping over them, she left them on my stomach. Then she turned and straddled my face.
I didn’t need to be told what to do. I parted her tight lips with my tongue and found them damp. It pleased me that torturing my body aroused her. Perhaps blowing my husband while I watched, had further heightened her pleasure.
“Is this the table where it happened?” Lauren asked.
“What?” I mumbled, as I tongued her clit.
“Is this the table where Lance took you? The table where you entered our world?”
I nodded, the motion only serving to grind my tongue, nose and chin against her soaked sex.
“Yes,” I moaned. “He bent me over this table and took me while Ralph watched. He seemed to think I’d be a welcome addition to the ERB.”
“Oh we were both right about that,” Lauren replied. “I remember watching you both at the Christmas party last year. You were so hot, and yet it was like the fire between you two was going out.”
Lauren reached for my nipples and took one in each hand.
“To think these perfect tits were not being put to nearly enough use,”
I moaned, her hands were gifted. Oh that our roles were reversed. I would do wicked things to Lance’s sexretary. Were my hands not bound I would tear off her leather outfit and run my hand over every inch of her nubile body.
But they were not and so I used my tongue. I licked and teased and tasted, hoping she would find my ministrations to her satisfaction and grant me my release at last.
“That was the night Lance decided he would have you. And so we ensured that your dear Ralph would hear of the ERB, and the upper mobility it would provide him, in exchange for inviting Lance to dinner. He knew what would happen of course. Everyone did. But I don’t think anyone was quite ready for the vigor you would attack your new assignment with.”
She was calling me a slut. Weeks ago I might have cared. Now I prided myself on my newly acquired skills.
Lauren trembled atop me and I knew she was enjoying it.
“The real question Alexis, is what will you do now? How far will you go?” Lauren asked.
I didn’t know the answer myself. All I knew is that I was enjoying the journey. If it meant I could wake up every day to my husband eating me, or Lauren using me, or Lance sticking his massive member in me, I would live a happy life.
Lauren lifted herself reluctantly off my tongue, her soaked pussy waving before my face as she moved down my body. She straddled me until her soaked sex was pressed against mine.
Then she started to grind against me. And while she did her left hand played with my aching nipples.
I ground against her, the steady pressure of her body against mine pushing me into the sweet abyss of release. I cried out as I came hard. Lauren’s voice joined mine in a chorus of sweet lust-filled ecstacy.
“Fuck me,” Ralph whispered as the two of us bucked and spasmed on the kitchen table. “Sure am glad I didn’t go to work today.”
Lauren panted as we came down from our climax. “You have no idea. The day has only just begun.”
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