tight. “Look at you. I could jerk off watching you with that toy.”
“No more online sex jokes. I’m not a hooker. I need relief, but I’m not a whore.”
“Never a whore. They charge money. You’re just highly sexual. That’s better.” He kissed her arm.
She swatted at him without real effort, but her face blushed. “I can’t help my high sex drive.”
Mitch knew it embarrassed her at times, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. “And I love it.” He watched her long, pale-brown hair hang down straight as a pin on her lush body. Tall, long legs, beautiful brown eyes. At five foot ten, she carried her large breasts and ample ass perfectly on a thick frame. Her face was very girl next door, not meant for a movie star but he loved her face on film.
Her hand cupped over his growing cock. “You do love it.”
“You left the windows wide open. Did you want men to look in? We’re on the first floor here.” He needed to explore her fantasies further. Find out her next level of need. Asking her directly made her nervous and self-conscious, which got them nowhere. But the movies helped her mood, and he could make suggestions and gauge her next stage of fantasy desire.
“I don’t know.” She shifted in his lap. “I don’t care.”
“You don’t care? Is it a turn on to think of men watching you get spanked and fucked?” He rubbed her outer pussy lips, knowing how to keep her attention.
“Sure. Being watched is sexy. You watching me now gets me wet.” Her legs slid open a bit more.
“You like double penetration.” He eased a finger inside her. “Almost every time you’ve got a toy in one hole.”
“It feels so good, and it’s your fault for working my ass so much.” Leaning back, she rested her head on his shoulder.
He added a second finger. “Maybe two real cocks would be better yet.” His erection pulsed and strained in his shorts. The idea made him hard and had him planning already. Bringing in others was new. That huge step needed to be planned. He needed to know for sure.
“I’d never cheat on you,” she said.
He pressed his fingers all the way in and curled them to hit her G-spot. “It’s not cheating if I watch, if I share you. It’s just sex, Jenny. If it gets you off, I want it to happen. So long as I’m there and you come back to me at the end.” He worked her pussy, knowing every inch.
“Easy, not that spot. Too fast,” she gasped.
Mitch held steady on his target as she came, her juices flowing down his hand. “See, it makes you come just talking about it. I want you to come.”
“Jerk. You just want me to put on that Catholic high school uniform I kept and let you spank me.”
“You kept it for a reason.” That was his only fantasy she’d yet to do. The only one he’d shared that was a little out of the norm. He had more but understood the oddity factor. Mitch didn’t want to push Jenny too far or too fast. She’d gone to twelve years of strict Catholic school in the safe suburbs. Her senior-year uniform still fit her lush form at twenty-six. Why not enjoy it? “I’m not pushing you. When you’re ready, you’ll make my fantasy come true. I’m not trading or negotiating for anything. I want to watch you.”
“Watch me, fuck other guys?” She turned in his lap to face him. “So I’m just supposed to pick them up at your club while I DJ? I have a career to think of, too.”
Now the rules of the fantasy. Get her talking in the right mood and she revealed a lot. “No way. I pick the guys. You don’t have to do anything but play out the fantasy and trust me.”
“Okay. How many guys?” She pressed her body to him.
Mitch reached into his shorts and pulled his cock out to breathe. Her innocent question hinted that she might be open to more than just two. “As many as you want. I figured two to start, but I can get as many as you need.”
“Two. I think I can handle two at once.” She nodded and her long fingers curled around his shaft.
“No more online sex jokes. I’m not a hooker. I need relief, but I’m not a whore.”
“Never a whore. They charge money. You’re just highly sexual. That’s better.” He kissed her arm.
She swatted at him without real effort, but her face blushed. “I can’t help my high sex drive.”
Mitch knew it embarrassed her at times, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. “And I love it.” He watched her long, pale-brown hair hang down straight as a pin on her lush body. Tall, long legs, beautiful brown eyes. At five foot ten, she carried her large breasts and ample ass perfectly on a thick frame. Her face was very girl next door, not meant for a movie star but he loved her face on film.
Her hand cupped over his growing cock. “You do love it.”
“You left the windows wide open. Did you want men to look in? We’re on the first floor here.” He needed to explore her fantasies further. Find out her next level of need. Asking her directly made her nervous and self-conscious, which got them nowhere. But the movies helped her mood, and he could make suggestions and gauge her next stage of fantasy desire.
“I don’t know.” She shifted in his lap. “I don’t care.”
“You don’t care? Is it a turn on to think of men watching you get spanked and fucked?” He rubbed her outer pussy lips, knowing how to keep her attention.
“Sure. Being watched is sexy. You watching me now gets me wet.” Her legs slid open a bit more.
“You like double penetration.” He eased a finger inside her. “Almost every time you’ve got a toy in one hole.”
“It feels so good, and it’s your fault for working my ass so much.” Leaning back, she rested her head on his shoulder.
He added a second finger. “Maybe two real cocks would be better yet.” His erection pulsed and strained in his shorts. The idea made him hard and had him planning already. Bringing in others was new. That huge step needed to be planned. He needed to know for sure.
“I’d never cheat on you,” she said.
He pressed his fingers all the way in and curled them to hit her G-spot. “It’s not cheating if I watch, if I share you. It’s just sex, Jenny. If it gets you off, I want it to happen. So long as I’m there and you come back to me at the end.” He worked her pussy, knowing every inch.
“Easy, not that spot. Too fast,” she gasped.
Mitch held steady on his target as she came, her juices flowing down his hand. “See, it makes you come just talking about it. I want you to come.”
“Jerk. You just want me to put on that Catholic high school uniform I kept and let you spank me.”
“You kept it for a reason.” That was his only fantasy she’d yet to do. The only one he’d shared that was a little out of the norm. He had more but understood the oddity factor. Mitch didn’t want to push Jenny too far or too fast. She’d gone to twelve years of strict Catholic school in the safe suburbs. Her senior-year uniform still fit her lush form at twenty-six. Why not enjoy it? “I’m not pushing you. When you’re ready, you’ll make my fantasy come true. I’m not trading or negotiating for anything. I want to watch you.”
“Watch me, fuck other guys?” She turned in his lap to face him. “So I’m just supposed to pick them up at your club while I DJ? I have a career to think of, too.”
Now the rules of the fantasy. Get her talking in the right mood and she revealed a lot. “No way. I pick the guys. You don’t have to do anything but play out the fantasy and trust me.”
“Okay. How many guys?” She pressed her body to him.
Mitch reached into his shorts and pulled his cock out to breathe. Her innocent question hinted that she might be open to more than just two. “As many as you want. I figured two to start, but I can get as many as you need.”
“Two. I think I can handle two at once.” She nodded and her long fingers curled around his shaft.
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