Authors: Scarlett Metal
“Touch yourself. Show me what you like. Show me how
you get yourself off.”
I hesitated for a second. I had never done anything
like this in my life. I was about to protest when I noticed the look in his
eyes. He was looking at me like I was a drug he was ready to devour. All I could
think about was pleasing him and turning him on even more. Closing my eyes, I
moaned as I moved my hands between my thighs. My thighs already were slick with
my juices.
I moved my finger over my swollen clit. I sighed as
I teased the swollen nub, watching him swallow hard as he watched. I started
moving my finger faster. “Yes, do it, baby. God that’s so sexy.”
“Slide a finger inside.”
Dipping a finger inside my wet heat, I heard him
groan. When I opened my eyes, he was rubbing the bulge in his jeans.
And he was doing that because of me,
because I turned him on. I slid another finger inside then pulled them out to
swirl them over my clit.
I heard
him mutter, “Fuck yeah,” under his breath and I knew it wouldn’t be long before
I shattered under my release.
I was so turned on I no longer felt self-conscious
about him watching me. I continued to finger myself, my orgasm building. “I’m
going to come,” I panted, reaching for him.
He held my hand. “Don’t fucking stop. Come for me,
sexy. Come all over your hand.” My head fell back on the couch and my body
tensed as my orgasm washed over me. I whimpered as wave after wave washed over
me, clutching his hand, digging my nails into him.
Before I knew what was happening, Brett had picked
me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Damn it, baby, that was hot. Now it’s my
turn to make you come.” He took me to his bedroom for some of the most amazing,
mind-blowing sex I had ever had. He went down on me, licking and fucking my
pussy with his tongue until I came again, covering his face.
When he entered me with his thick cock, I felt like
I was going to be split in two. When my body finally adjusted to him, he fucked
me like no man had ever fucked me before. I lost count of how many orgasms I
had. He fucked me from behind, stroking my clit until I exploded all over his
cock, whispering dirty things in my ear and pulling my hair. We tried three
more positions before finally passing out in each other’s arms, totally sated.
Our sex life exploded after that night. After making
me come for third time one night while going down on me, I told him he was
going to be the death of me. He just grinned and said that maybe he would be my
liberation.
That he was.
He was right about me being a kinky girl deep down.
I loved that Brett loved to watch me. Nothing made
me feel sexier. His favorite
thing to do was put me in a
sexy, black garter belt and stockings and have
me get myself off while
he watched. Sometimes it happened in the bedroom, sometimes in the living room.
Once in a while he would even stop me while I was cooking and have me finger
myself until I came.
One night, he took me out to a fancy dinner and
dancing. We had a little too much wine and couldn’t keep our hands off each
other on the cab ride home. He slid his hands under my skirt and got me off
right there in the back seat with the driver stealing glances while trying to
keep his eyes on the road. It was the hottest night of my life.
Later, while Brett was fucking me from behind and
pulling my hair, he whispered in my ear how hot that made him to make me come
while the cab driver watched. As he thrust in and out of me, fingering my
swollen clit, he started talking about how hot it would have been to watch me
fuck the cab driver. His words made me so hot, I screamed Brett’s name as I
came.
At first I thought that this was just dirty talk
during sex. Brett was pretty vocal when we fucked (which I loved as the men I
had been with were quieter than a church mouse), but he seemed to bring it up
more and more. I started to think he really wanted to watch me with another
guy.
One night after sex, I asked him about it.
“You seem to mention me having sex with another guy
while you watch pretty often.” I laced my fingers with his. “Is that something
you really want to do?”
He squeezed my shoulders. “I don’t know....maybe.”
I straddled his lap and ran my finger across his
chest. “Maybe I would be into it too.” I felt my face get warm.
“Really?”
I nodded.
“Baby, that’s so fucking hot.” He reached up and squeezed
my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly. He leaned up to kiss me and we ended
up fucking again, coming a few times before we passed out from sheer exhaustion
in each other’s arms.
***
We didn’t really talk about his fantasy for a couple
months. I was crazy busy at work. My boss continued to pour on the work and
Brett’s tattoo shop was really started to grow. We were so busy, it just never
came up.
One Saturday night, we decided to let loose and go
dancing at the local club. We had gone a few times before and always had a
great time. Brett held me close while we danced, touching me in all the right
places to get me hot. The way he moved turned me on. It was much like the way
he moved in the bedroom, and I usually couldn’t wait to get him home and naked
after dancing with him all night.
When we arrived at the club, it was already packed.
We grabbed a drink quick and then headed
out to the crowded dance floor.
I wore his favorite black skirt with a black garter
belt and stockings - no panties just as he liked. Showing just enough cleavage
with my-low cut white blouse, my black push-up bra underneath made my breasts
look fabulous. Killer black heels completed the outfit. In fact, when I had
walked out the bedroom, he had whistled at me and made the suggestion that
maybe we should stay in so he could fuck me all night.
After a dance and a long kiss, Brett led me off the
dance floor so we could take a break, holding my hand tightly. I bit my lip as
I watched him walk in front of me. He was so damn sexy in his pressed black
dress pants and gray button-down shirt. Part of me wanted to drag him out of
the club and beg him to fuck me but the night was early, so I held back.
We ordered another drink and watched the crowd as we
sat at a table. It was too loud to really talk.
I felt his hand on my thigh as we began to watch one
couple in particular. They danced very close, very suggestively. The man’s
hands roved all over the girl as he danced close behind her. We watched as he
moved his hand moved between her thighs, and it looked as if he was stroking
her clit right there in the middle of the dance floor.
Brett moved his hand farther up my leg, touching my
sex. I gasped as I felt his finger on me. He turned to give me a naughty smile
when he discovered how wet I was already from watching the couple. He stroked
my clit with his finger tip as we continued to watch. My breathing got faster. Fuck,
I was going to come right here - and hard.
Brett watched me as I watched them. I gripped the
edge of the table as I got closer. He moved his finger faster, and my clit was
so swollen now. I watched the girl quiver in the man’s arms as she
orgasmed
My
body tensed, and I
shuddered as I came hard all over Brett’s finger. I let out a whimper, but in
the loud club, no one heard me above the music.
He continued to stroke me until I stopped shaking. He
pulled his hand out from under the table and licked the finger that had been
stroking my clit. I moaned and shuddered again. He was so fucking sexy. He
grabbed my head then and pulled me to him, kissing me hard, thrusting his
tongue into my mouth, dancing it over mine.
When the kiss ended, I was panting again. Surely he
was going to take me home now and fuck me. Instead, he glanced at the dance
floor, toward the couple we had been watching. The guy was gone now and the
girl danced alone.
Brett leaned over to me. “You should go dance with
her.” His lips touched my ear, making my sex throb despite my recent orgasm.
I just nodded and kissed him. I glanced down and
noticed he was rock-hard in his pants. I gave him a brief stroke, and he
groaned softly. Sliding off of my seat with a smile, I headed to the dance
floor. I made sure to give my ass an extra shake since I knew he was watching.
I moved on the dance floor, shaking my shoulders to
the beat as I found the girl we had been watching. When I got to her, I smiled
and started really getting into the music. I didn’t want to scare her off, so I
danced suggestively near her but didn’t touch her. I looked over to Brett and
winked.
She gave me a grin and wiggled her finger at me as
if to say, “Come here.”
I glanced over at Brett. His face was intense as he
watched me. I intended to give him one heck of a show.
The girl and I started to grind on each other,
softly at first. I could faintly smell her arousal from her earlier escapade on
the floor. She felt soft and sexy, her nipples hard against me while we danced
close. She pressed her breasts into me and kissed me hard. I slid my hand up
her thigh and found her heat. She was soaking wet.
Our kiss ended, and I turned around in her arms. Her
hands went to my hips and her lips on my neck. I glanced over at Brett. His
eyes were hooded now with lust, and I swore he was stroking his cock under the
table as he watched me.
The girl moved her hand down my thighs and between
my legs - the same way her boyfriend had touched her earlier. I watched Brett’s
reaction. He gave me a slight nod. I closed my eyes and let her hand find my
sex. People were watching us on the dance floor, but I didn’t care. All I cared
about was Brett watching me be touched by her. Her lips were on my ear as she
teased my swollen clit.
I leaned back into her as we moved with the music. She
used her other hand to squeeze my breast. She moved her finger faster on me,
and I moaned. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She pressed my clit and pinched my swollen nipple.
“Yes, come for me,” she murmured into my ear as she licked it then bit it
gently. My head fell back against her shoulder as my orgasm washed over me. As
I came, she slid two fingers inside me, and my pussy clamped around them,
spasming
with each wave that crashed over me.
I could smell my arousal, my blood pounding in my
ears in time to the music as I turned in her arms. She offered me the fingers that
had been inside me. I took them into my mouth, sucking on them, tasting me on
her. She moaned, and I leaned in to kiss her.
Just then I felt strong hands on my hips. “Fuck,
that was sexy.” I broke the kiss with her and smiled as I heard his voice in my
ear. Brett pulled me from the girl, almost dragging me from the dance floor. I
looked back at her with a shrug and mouthed, “I’m sorry.” She just grinned at
me and went back to dancing.
I couldn’t believe I had just done that. I had never
ever been with a girl before in any way, but that felt natural. Brett had a way
of making me want to do things - anything that would turn him on. Turning him
on was the biggest turn-on for me. Nothing got me hotter.
He didn’t say a word as he pulled me toward the
bathroom, where it was dark. He found a small alcove and pushed me against the
wall. He kissed me hard, probing my mouth with his, teeth scraping with mine. He
pressed his body tight against me, his hard cock along my thigh.
“That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever
seen. Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?” he muttered against
me as he reached down to unzip his pants and pull out his rock-hard cock. “Feel
it. Feel what you did to me.”
I reached between us and encircled his cock. I
gasped. I didn’t think I’d ever felt him so hard. I rubbed the pre-cum seeping
from the tip all over his cock as he moaned in my ear. “I need you now. I need
to fuck your hot cunt now.”
I muttered in agreement. He lifted me so I could
wrap my legs around his waist and slid inside me with one thrust. I cried out
as he filled me, and my head fell back against the wall. He thrust hard inside
me, deep. His gripped my ass as he moved quicker. “Fuck, baby, I am not going
to last long. Come with me.” He moved a hand between us, his thumb on my clit.