The upset friend...
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Posted:Jan 30, 2009 7:01 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2009 4:00 am
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Sitting on the sofa, trying desperately to focus on what she’s saying, but my mind is screaming at me. Urging me to reach out and touch her soft skin, rip her clothes off and explore her naked body. I just want to tie her to my bed and drive her nuts, until she is screaming out in pleasure. All I can smell is her perfume, he shampoo, her specific smell that is unique and exclusive to her. It’s no good, I use the excuse of ‘nature calling’ to leave the room to calm myself down. If only she knew that it wasn’t the usual need to pee, but my undoubting desire to fuck her senseless that was causing me discomfort. I walk into the kitchen, I can’t help myself but to pull down the sexy chef’s, (also known as my adoring boyfriend) trousers & boxers around his ankles and drop to my knees. I smile, adoring at his cock, suddenly growing in anticipation of feeling my hot, wet lips enveloping it, and that they did, sucking him deep into my mouth. So horny, it escapes both our attention that she’s standing in the door way, glass in hand and mouth open in shock, about to ask for a refill. So focused on each other, we didn’t notice her lick her lips and shift uncomfortably watching us either, neither did we seem to care when the chef dragged me to my feet, bent me over the counter, tore down my jeans & underwear and fucked me hard, for being such a bad girl when we have a guest. We did however, hear the door shut as she went back into the living room, her mind whirling from what she’d just seen.
I sat in the bathroom, not yet able to gather myself enough to try and think of what to say to her, the cogs in my brain spinning faster than, the water was boiling from the kettle downstairs. Then she entered the room, I stood up flustered and starting to make apologies. She walked up to me and kissed me. My brain ran dry. For a few minutes I stood there, stunned. I’d been thinking of this moment for so long, I never thought it would actually happen, but now, there she was standing in front of me. She started to say sorry, then I kissed her back. My hand in her hair, the other at her hip, a long, in-depth passionate kiss that left us both damp and wanting more. I felt her hands moving to unbutton my shirt, I whisper “rip it”, my heart beating so fast I think it might beat straight out of my chest, scared to stop just in case its just some dream and I wake up and can’t come back. Smiling mischievously at me she does as she’s told. I’m on fire, daringly I order her to strip, she submits easily. I’m enjoying this, being in control is something I’m not used to with my very dominant boyfriend usually taking the lead. I lead her into the bedroom and tie her to our bed, thinking what I want to do next. I feel her eager eyes on me as I reach into the bottom drawer for some toys. I know what to do, I start to strip, slowly, teasingly, knowing by now, she wants me. She looks amazing, I can see her pussy starting to glisten, her thighs rubbing together in anticipation, I climb on to the bed, poised above her on all fours, I kiss her again, deeply, passionately, then begin to work my way down her body. Her skin is soft, I can’t help but touch it, she whispers my to let down my hair, so I do letting it sweep over her naked skin, she lets out a moan. I hear footsteps, suddenly uneasy, but not wanting to stop I bury my head in her breasts, loving the feel of them against my face, kissing them, teasing her nipples with my tongue, not wanting this to end. He enters the room, and stops, slightly shocked at what he sees, he keeps opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish, I nervously look up and notice a slight rise in his trousers. I stand up and apprehensively walk towards him, my head down, I drop to my knees and begin to unzip his trousers, feeling his eyes on me I continue to service his quickly growing cock, hoping he’ll let me go back to her and carry on. I look up at him and he’s looking at her watching us both, obviously torn between desire and awkwardness. He pulls away from me and tears off his own clothes, climbing on top of her, still tied to the bed, easing his hard cock inside her, before fucking her hard.
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