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Authors: Rachel Kramer Bussel, Sinclair Sexsmith, Miriam Zoila Perez, Wendi Kali, Gigi Frost, BB Rydell, Amelia Thornton, Dilo Keith, Vie La Guerre, Anna Watson
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nipple and I think for a second she’s lost her nerve. Then I remember she has another hand, as I feel her left slide down my body and run up my stocking-covered thigh. I shudder as her hand slides from my outer thigh to the inside, where my legs are touching.
“Shit, she’s so hot I can feel her before I even get close,” Angel tells you.
“Baby,” you say. I look into your eyes. “Baby, spread your legs. Let her see how much it turns you on to get everyone’s attention.” I move my foot to the side so that my legs make an A shape.
“Haha, man, she moved and it all fell into my hand. You weren’t kidding. This girl is so, so wet.”
“I know,” you say, looking right at me, mocking. “She’s got a sweet pussy, too. You should feel her.”
Angel looks right at me and smiles. “Mmm, baby. You got a sweet little pussy for me, huh? I know it’s sweet ’cause I’ve been smelling you all night. You want me to touch it?” I am practically ready to drop my weight into Angel’s strong, sure hand, I’m so desperate for some friction. You look at me, warning me not to speak. I plead with my eyes and keep silent.
“Touch her, she can take it,” you say. Angel moves her hand slowly and rubs my vulva with the lips still closed, letting all my wet, silky skin run over itself and sending shards of sharp wanting up my spine. She taps my closed pussy just hard enough, and I gasp. Her fingers part my lips and run up and down all of my sensitive folds, and her thumb keeps circling my nipple until her first finger joins it. She pinches hard and her fingers slide inside me. Two, then three she thrusts and I open easily, throbbing, soaking her hand to the wrist. She looks up at me, bright-eyed, and suddenly her bravado is mostly gone except for that little bit that laces her naked lust.
I’m watching you as she’s pinning me to the wall with the hand that’s on my breast. Your cheeks are flushed and you’ve begun rubbing your cock absently, watching my pupils dilate and my mouth chew my lips together in order to keep quiet. You read my face and know her hand is working me over, that I’m so turned on and so close that I need a shuddering orgasm or three to relieve all this tension. As Angel thrusts into me, your eyes never leave mine.
I’m starting to ride Angel’s hand hard now, waiting, wanting to come, needing my release, needing it to rip through my clamped throat and tight muscles.
Your voice is low, controlled, but loud enough to break the spell. “So what do you think?”
Angel steps back, disengages from me. Her face changes as she returns to herself, collecting her machismo and spreading it back over her face. Smirk. She brings her hand to her mouth. “Yeah, man,” she says, her breath measured, with effort. “Sweet girl you have here.” I’m throbbing, wanting to grab her hand and force it back to my cunt, needing to come with all my body’s force.
“Make her clean your hand for you,” you say. Angel brings her hand close to my mouth and I suck my taste off her fingers, one by one, acidic and sweet, sharp and salty. The taste of your mouth when you’ve made me scream, the taste of my own fingers when I’ve been coming all night long alone thinking of you. Angel pulls her hand away and offers you her right hand from my breast. You shake it, and the two of you seem to share a little self-satisfied moment of butchy brotherly affection as I pull my dress back up. When I lift my head, she’s gone. You step heavily closer to me and grab my hair, kiss me hard.
I start to whimper, “Baby, make me come, I need to come, please baby why you tease me like that, please…” You back up.
“I know you want to come, baby. Maybe later.” You take my upper arm and lead me to the car. You bend your head after I’m seated in the passenger side and grab my pussy as I fasten my seat belt. Your breath is hot on my ear, and full of growl and promise: “Let’s get you home.”
BLACK
“Shit, she’s so hot I can feel her before I even get close,” Angel tells you.
“Baby,” you say. I look into your eyes. “Baby, spread your legs. Let her see how much it turns you on to get everyone’s attention.” I move my foot to the side so that my legs make an A shape.
“Haha, man, she moved and it all fell into my hand. You weren’t kidding. This girl is so, so wet.”
“I know,” you say, looking right at me, mocking. “She’s got a sweet pussy, too. You should feel her.”
Angel looks right at me and smiles. “Mmm, baby. You got a sweet little pussy for me, huh? I know it’s sweet ’cause I’ve been smelling you all night. You want me to touch it?” I am practically ready to drop my weight into Angel’s strong, sure hand, I’m so desperate for some friction. You look at me, warning me not to speak. I plead with my eyes and keep silent.
“Touch her, she can take it,” you say. Angel moves her hand slowly and rubs my vulva with the lips still closed, letting all my wet, silky skin run over itself and sending shards of sharp wanting up my spine. She taps my closed pussy just hard enough, and I gasp. Her fingers part my lips and run up and down all of my sensitive folds, and her thumb keeps circling my nipple until her first finger joins it. She pinches hard and her fingers slide inside me. Two, then three she thrusts and I open easily, throbbing, soaking her hand to the wrist. She looks up at me, bright-eyed, and suddenly her bravado is mostly gone except for that little bit that laces her naked lust.
I’m watching you as she’s pinning me to the wall with the hand that’s on my breast. Your cheeks are flushed and you’ve begun rubbing your cock absently, watching my pupils dilate and my mouth chew my lips together in order to keep quiet. You read my face and know her hand is working me over, that I’m so turned on and so close that I need a shuddering orgasm or three to relieve all this tension. As Angel thrusts into me, your eyes never leave mine.
I’m starting to ride Angel’s hand hard now, waiting, wanting to come, needing my release, needing it to rip through my clamped throat and tight muscles.
Your voice is low, controlled, but loud enough to break the spell. “So what do you think?”
Angel steps back, disengages from me. Her face changes as she returns to herself, collecting her machismo and spreading it back over her face. Smirk. She brings her hand to her mouth. “Yeah, man,” she says, her breath measured, with effort. “Sweet girl you have here.” I’m throbbing, wanting to grab her hand and force it back to my cunt, needing to come with all my body’s force.
“Make her clean your hand for you,” you say. Angel brings her hand close to my mouth and I suck my taste off her fingers, one by one, acidic and sweet, sharp and salty. The taste of your mouth when you’ve made me scream, the taste of my own fingers when I’ve been coming all night long alone thinking of you. Angel pulls her hand away and offers you her right hand from my breast. You shake it, and the two of you seem to share a little self-satisfied moment of butchy brotherly affection as I pull my dress back up. When I lift my head, she’s gone. You step heavily closer to me and grab my hair, kiss me hard.
I start to whimper, “Baby, make me come, I need to come, please baby why you tease me like that, please…” You back up.
“I know you want to come, baby. Maybe later.” You take my upper arm and lead me to the car. You bend your head after I’m seated in the passenger side and grab my pussy as I fasten my seat belt. Your breath is hot on my ear, and full of growl and promise: “Let’s get you home.”
BLACK
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