After hours of talking and hanging out at a friends apartment, all the guests have left. Me and my boyfriend are staying the night, as it is too cumbersome to travel home in the middle of the night. It’s just the three of us now. Me, B and my boyfriend.
B moves his neck around in a circle and grunts in silent agony. So I offer to massage his back. His big body drops to the couch and he says:
B: “You’re a life saviour”
I jump on his butt and start massaging his back. After a few minutes my pulse goes up from working on his back. The voice of my boyfriend is heard from the other end of the couch.
Boyfriend: “Gonna go to the bathroom”
My hands pushes down on B’s back, like a kitten I knead his back. His face is buried into the couch, but his small moans makes it through the cracks. I can’t help but get a little turned on.. I don’t realize my hips has started to slowly move up and down in a riding motion as I massage my way up his spine. I whisper to myself:
Me: “Behave..we’re just friends..”
Me: “Nothing, just getting a little hot”
I was getting hot. The heat was rising to my face. Desperate to stop my face from becoming red, I take off my pullover. I take a deep breath and feel the corset push on my ribs. Subconsciously, I bite my lip.. There’s something about restricted breathing that just gets to me. Before going to the party, I thought it looked good: a tank top and a corset on the outside of it. But I never took the pullover off, and now it feels like I planned a trap for myself.
B: “I guess we can stop now. Your fingers works magic, but I shouldn’t..
B turns around underneath me, and instead of resting on his butt I am sitting on his crotch now. The movement was so fast I wasn’t prepared to look him in the eyes just yet. My mind is still fuzzy, and it feels as if he sees right through me.
B: “Corset. That’s new. And hot.”
His reaction catches me of guard, and i bite my lip again. Damnit! Am I still drunk? Did I lose my restrictions somewhere in a glass of whiskey?
He smiles back at me. His hands grabs the sides of the corset, and squeezes.
As he pushes the air of me, he pushes me down a bit. That’s when I feel it, his hard cock.
Keeping eye contact, I slowly lean in. I’m inches away from touching his chest when I move up towards his head, where I stop. Heavy breathing of anticipation.
He pulls me in and kisses me. Hands wander as we’re locked in a deep kiss. My left hand finds its way to his pants. Without going under his belt, I firmly push against his bulge to play around with it.
The kiss stops as he moans out loud. I take my shot, move down, and bite his neck.
B: “I can think of something better to use that mouth for”
I lick my lips after I answer. In my head, I think that I should fight against it, but the lust washes over me and I don’t want to go up for air.
He stands up, and I kneel before him. He undoes his belt. I stop his hands before they unbutton his pants too.
I bite the corner of the pants, and rips them open. The bulge pushes the zipper most of the way down. My tongue moves up the fabric of his boxers while I pull his pants down. The outline of his cock guides my tongue up to the edge of his underwear, which I bite and pull down.
I can’t help but smile when a cock is revealed to me, especially when it’s bigger than my boyfriends.. And oh my, is that the case here. So wide, I almost drool just looking at it.
One hand on his balls, and another on his shaft, as my lips makes the tip of his cock wet. I work my way down, I look up. I look into his horny eyes, as I push it the last inches down my throat.
His hands are behind his head as he moans out loud.
When I finally move away, a string of saliva hangs from my lips to his cock.
I stand up and push him onto the couch, taking my pullover and covering his eyes with it, I tie a knot, and proceed to go down on him.
My tongue travels from the tip down to his balls. I enjoy the sounds he makes when I suck on them. One hand moves up and down his cock while I lick until my jaw is sore.
Coming up for air, I see him. My boyfriend standing in the doorway.
I smile at him, sticking my tongue out like a happy puppy. He smiles while he rolls his eyes. As if to say, ‘Fine, I guess this is what we’re doing - you are so horny you already won the argument’. He then gestures with his hand, that I should proceed.
He quietly sits down on a chair and watches as I keep playing with my bone.
Guiding B’s hands to my pants, he helps me take them off. I place myself on top of him, my back against his chest, my panties touching his erect cock.
His hands moves up and feels my breasts. I look at my boyfriend as I moan to the touch of another man. I pull off the rest of my clothes, now I’m only wearing a corset and soaking panties.
B holds me tight with one hand wrapped around my waist, while the other slides under my underwear. His touch makes me moan and breathe harder, but the corset and his tight grasp makes it hard to breathe. I grab his hand firmly for a second. And he releases.
I feel his firm grip around me again. Fingers goes from playing around, to being rougher, and takes me to the edge of cumming, I try to look at my boyfriend, but my eyes continue rolling up in my head. I can’t hold it in!
I come so hard that all the air leaves my body. And for three seconds of eternity I can’t breathe. He releases me. I breathe in and my body keeps vibrating. Like an aftershock.
Turning around I am now facing him, similar to the way we started this whole thing. I grind up against his cock. Teasing.
I moan in his ear as I pull my panties to the side.
B: “Oh, you are going to. But not like this.”
In one quick move, he lifts me up and into the couch. I’m pushed down into it, with him on top. He pulls of the blindfold. Looks at me, leans in for a kiss while his cock enters me. Deep.
B: “Lift up your legs. Yes, like that”
My knees are on my chest, I feel curled up, pushed down by his weight. His cock feels amazing. He steals my breath away, and all I can see is his panting face close to mine.
If we’re not kissing, our eyes are locked, and I feel him observing my facial expressions. I’m certain that he can read exactly what effect every move he makes has on me. He picks up the pace until I’m about to come, then slows down, then fucks me hard again till my eyes lose focus. On the edge. So many times. Just the edge. But always he slows down, just before I cum.
Me: “Please fuck me till I come.. I’m so close..”
Not sure if it was my genuinely begging eyes, but he leans in again, as if he can’t restrain himself anymore.
I think just hearing his voice is enough to push me past the edge. Me cuming while being filled harder than ever before makes me scream out loud. I think I might be squirting? Fuck me it’s good to feel release.
His deep moans becomes one primal roar as he fills me up. I can feel the vibrations inside of me, as he is up against my cervix. It feels like he came so deep, I’m gonna have his cum dripping out of me for a week.
Only now does B look around the room, and sees him. On a chair. Watching.
Me: “..sorry, I made a such a mess love”
Boyfriend: “Better start cleaning up right away then”
He says. Gets up. And smiles.
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