tingles spreading through me. “Because, Mr Lock, I can see it when you look at me. I can see your brain imagining what it would be like to see me with her, controlling her every desire, making her scream in pleasure the way you just have. Because, I can see by the strain of the vein on your forehead that you want to drive your cock inside of me, to feel my heat and tightness around you, and because I always get what I want. Always.” She accentuates the last always and I almost drop to my knees and beg for her to take both of us as she wishes.
“Andrea, what do we get out of this?” Leighton continues to question her as I close my eyes and relax into the bed, his cock still buried deep inside of me.
I can see their fight for power, like lions rearing up for battle of the fittest. I wanted this, but I wasn’t going to tell Leighton that. We didn’t need another woman in our lives the way Debbie had been, all I wanted was some fun. Even though I had nearly died and was in agony with my arm, I wanted this. I needed to live a little, be spontaneous and rash with some decisions. I needed to feel the heart beating in my chest.
“Why Leighton, you get me out of all of this. And let me assure you Sir , there is no better prize. Well, except maybe a go with your wife, she seems like she could be the ultimate reward for anyone.” Andrea smiles wickedly, returning to stroke and circle her soft fingertip around my breasts. It was a weird sensation, to feel softness in a touch rather than the rough, callused hands of Leighton.
I am sold. Damn why does my stupid body have to react to women the way it did? I wasn’t bisexual, at least I didn’t think I was, but the more she touches me, the wetter and needy I am becoming for her.
“Babe?” My eyes flicker open to Leighton staring at me intently. He is asking me a silent question, a question that requires my approval. He wants this, I can tell he does. It isn’t about having sex with someone else for him. No, it is about controlling my pleasure, and by letting this woman take control of me it gives him some kind of pleasure. Plus, what man doesn’t like seeing his woman being devoured by another woman?
I nod; biting my lip as I squeeze around him again, giving him my answer.
“You sure pet?” he asks me, his eyebrows raised a little. “You’ve just had surgery, you need your strength.”
“I am sure. I need to live Leighton, feel everything I can that tells me I’m still here and breathing.” I assure him, rolling my eyes as he pushes himself into me hard.
“Andrea, come here,” he orders her and she raises her eyebrows at him, her hands on her perfectly shaped hips.
“Come again? Did I not make myself clear earlier Leighton? I, me, Andrea; I do not take orders off of anyone,” she informs him, her attitude a little more than sexy.
“You obey me sweetheart or you leave the fucking room,” he tells her, looking back and forth between the two of us.
“Fine,” she huffs out, walking towards the two of us.
Game on!
Leighton
I breathe in deeply, the pressure inside my balls building rapidly as Abbi squeezes my cock in her vice like pussy.
I am confused as hell. This has never happened before, well not with Abigail’s presence at least. Sure, I have been propositioned and on most occasions taken up the random hook up with delectable women; Kalina was just a simple example of that. She had come to me at the club, in all her perfect submissive glory and had managed to cave my tiny aroused skull in her devilish crutches and had me pounding the fuck out of her by the time the night was over.
That had ruined my reputation a little, no woman had made me cave so quick from my control, (besides Abbi that is) but there she was so perfect, tanned and beautiful, that premature-ejaculating voice of hers beckoning any guy to take their go, a siren to us all. Scott had soon taken the stupid bitch away from me. She had made me fucking cum-dumb.
I look to
“Andrea, what do we get out of this?” Leighton continues to question her as I close my eyes and relax into the bed, his cock still buried deep inside of me.
I can see their fight for power, like lions rearing up for battle of the fittest. I wanted this, but I wasn’t going to tell Leighton that. We didn’t need another woman in our lives the way Debbie had been, all I wanted was some fun. Even though I had nearly died and was in agony with my arm, I wanted this. I needed to live a little, be spontaneous and rash with some decisions. I needed to feel the heart beating in my chest.
“Why Leighton, you get me out of all of this. And let me assure you Sir , there is no better prize. Well, except maybe a go with your wife, she seems like she could be the ultimate reward for anyone.” Andrea smiles wickedly, returning to stroke and circle her soft fingertip around my breasts. It was a weird sensation, to feel softness in a touch rather than the rough, callused hands of Leighton.
I am sold. Damn why does my stupid body have to react to women the way it did? I wasn’t bisexual, at least I didn’t think I was, but the more she touches me, the wetter and needy I am becoming for her.
“Babe?” My eyes flicker open to Leighton staring at me intently. He is asking me a silent question, a question that requires my approval. He wants this, I can tell he does. It isn’t about having sex with someone else for him. No, it is about controlling my pleasure, and by letting this woman take control of me it gives him some kind of pleasure. Plus, what man doesn’t like seeing his woman being devoured by another woman?
I nod; biting my lip as I squeeze around him again, giving him my answer.
“You sure pet?” he asks me, his eyebrows raised a little. “You’ve just had surgery, you need your strength.”
“I am sure. I need to live Leighton, feel everything I can that tells me I’m still here and breathing.” I assure him, rolling my eyes as he pushes himself into me hard.
“Andrea, come here,” he orders her and she raises her eyebrows at him, her hands on her perfectly shaped hips.
“Come again? Did I not make myself clear earlier Leighton? I, me, Andrea; I do not take orders off of anyone,” she informs him, her attitude a little more than sexy.
“You obey me sweetheart or you leave the fucking room,” he tells her, looking back and forth between the two of us.
“Fine,” she huffs out, walking towards the two of us.
Game on!
Leighton
I breathe in deeply, the pressure inside my balls building rapidly as Abbi squeezes my cock in her vice like pussy.
I am confused as hell. This has never happened before, well not with Abigail’s presence at least. Sure, I have been propositioned and on most occasions taken up the random hook up with delectable women; Kalina was just a simple example of that. She had come to me at the club, in all her perfect submissive glory and had managed to cave my tiny aroused skull in her devilish crutches and had me pounding the fuck out of her by the time the night was over.
That had ruined my reputation a little, no woman had made me cave so quick from my control, (besides Abbi that is) but there she was so perfect, tanned and beautiful, that premature-ejaculating voice of hers beckoning any guy to take their go, a siren to us all. Scott had soon taken the stupid bitch away from me. She had made me fucking cum-dumb.
I look to
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