Pulling out, I hike up Aidan’s shaft with my tongue. Joining forces with Mistress Strokes, we use our tongues to caress the tip of his cock while, at the same time, we grab his shaft and start stroking him as fast as we can.
“Let’s spice this up,” Mistress Strokes says suddenly, looking at me while she grabs Aidan by the hand. She pulls him down and, after a moment’s hesitation, he goes to his knees right in front of us. “He’s all yours,” she whispers at me, placing one hand on my right shoulder and urging me to bend over. Which is exactly what I do: I bend over, my parted lips going straight for Aidan’s cock, and I place my hands on the floor for support.
I’m on all fours now, Aidan’s cock deep inside my mouth. Smiling at the scene in front of her, Mistress Strokes stands up and walks around my body. Now behind me, she goes down on her knees, placing her hands on my shoulder blades and running them down until they go over the smooth curve of my ass cheeks.
And that’s when she leans in.
With her fingers buried deep in the flesh of my ass cheeks, she reaches for my pussy with the tip of her tongue, running it between my inner lips. A shiver goes up and down my spine as I feel her mouth, my mind barely able to comprehend that this is really happening.
We started innocently. Aidan and I, the best sex of my life; next thing I knew, I was drinking his cum out of a martini glass. And now here I am, Aidan’s cock between my lips and a woman’s mouth pressed tight against my soaked folds. I don’t even want to know what comes next; all I know is that, with Aidan, there’s always a next.
Grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to stop my coming and going motion and finally takes charge: he rocks his hips back and forth, and I moan as his cock slides in and out of my mouth. I close my eyes then, feeling Mistress Stroke’s tongue
pushing its way past my folds and jabbing at my insides. She has both her hands on my ass cheeks, supporting herself as she buries her face against my wetness.
There’s a fire going up from my pussy, and it meets in my brain with the flames of pleasure making their way from my mouth. I close my eyes as Aidan starts picking up the pace, his twelve inches travelling fast between my lips; adding to it, Mistress Strokes starts licking me faster, one of her hands going around my waist. She presses down on my clit with two fingers and, if Aidan’s cock wasn’t inside of my mouth, I’d be moaning loudly right now.
My tits bounce back and forth with each of Aidan’s thrusts and, noticing it, he takes one hand to my right breast and squeezes it. He starts pinching my rosy nipple between his thumb and index finger, and my brain almost explodes from the overload. My mouth, my pussy, my tits—everything in me seems to be burning up.
Losing all conscious control, I move my mouth down Aidan’s shaft as hard as I can while, at the same time, I thrust my ass back, pressing my pussy against Mistress Strokes’ mouth. She devours me eagerly, sucking my folds inside her mouth and running her tongue up and down the length of my wet pussy; with her fingers hooked on my hips, she pulls my pussy into her mouth, and she does it even more fiercely than when I thrust back at her.
“I… want… more…” I moan, taking Aidan’s cock out of my mouth. I look up at him, biting my lower lip as pleasure builds in my mind; it dawns on Mistress Strokes’ lips and then flies in a hurry to my brain. I want his cock as much as I need the air to breathe, but Mistress Strokes isn’t done with me yet.
Eating me out in an almost furious way, she rubs my clit with unhinged eagerness, working me in such a way that I can’t help but to close my eyes and give in to pleasure. Gritting my teeth as fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, I let my head fall down and moan as hard as I can, the sound of my voice exploding in the deserted studio.
My arms grow weak, and I go from my hands to my elbows, breathing so hard that my lungs feel like balloons stretched to their limit. When Mistress Strokes finally takes her mouth from my pussy, I just collapse, sprawling my limbs on the cold floor and looking up at the ceiling.
“That was amazing,” I say, turning my head so that I’m looking straight at Mistress Strokes. She offers me a kind smile, my fluids dripping down her chin and making her skin glisten, and then leans into me. My eyelids droop by instinct and, a fraction of a second after that, her mouth is pressed against mine. I kiss her savagely, pushing my tongue past her lips and savoring my own pussy.
Propping myself on one elbow, I sit up and run one hand through her hair, looking into her and returning her smile. Without even knowing why I’m doing it, I grab the straps of her small dress and push them down her shoulders, the contour of her lace bra showing.
She gasps as I do it, but I don’t give her any time for a reply. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me, and unhook the clasp of her bra. Taking it off, I then cup her breasts, feeling their curves under the palm of my hand. Her nipples are hard and warm, and I realize, somewhat comically, that this is the first time I’m touching someone else’s nipples. I guess I can do more than just touch them, right?
Smiling, I brush my lips against Mistress Strokes’, and then I lean in, resting my mouth on the valley between her breasts. I run my tongue up the hill of her right breast and, after circling her hard nipple with the wet tip of my tongue, I wrap my lips around it and suck hard. She moans, the sound of her voice making me even wetter; needing to feel Aidan’s body as well, I use my free hand to reach for him and grab his cock. Stroking him while I suck Mistress Strokes’ tits, I close my eyes and let my rational mind go to sleep. Right now, lust and desire have the steering wheel.
“That’s good,” Mistress Strokes whispers against my ear, and then slides one hand around my waist and presses two fingers on my clit. She rubs on it, and that just makes me suck on her harder, her nipple squeezed so tight between my lips I’m actually surprised she isn’t complaining from the pain; instead, she seems to thrive on it.
Her fingers finally ease up the pressure on my clit, and she slides them down to my pussy lips. Probing me with her index finger, she then flicks her wrist fast and hard, and slides two of her fingers deep inside of me. I let go of her nipple, a loud moan bubbling up to my lips as her fingertips find my G-spot and press hard against it.
“Fuck, you girls are really going all out,” I hear Aidan say, but his voice comes at me as if he’s on a whole different dimension. “I can be a part of it too, you know?” he whispers, and then slides one hand of his down to my pussy. Just like Mistress Strokes was doing before, he presses his fingers right above my clit and starts caressing it, moving his wrist in a precise circular motion.
I throw my head back, feeling my hair cascading down my back and shoulders, and let my moaning turn into full blown screaming as both Aidan and Mistress Strokes give me their all. She’s fingering me as fast as she can, her fingers sliding in and out of me at a vicious pace, and Aidan matches her relentless rhythm on my clit.
“Don’t… stop…” I beg them, using up all of my will power just to get these two words out.
“You don’t need to ask,” Aidan says, pressing so hard on my clit that it feels like a bomb has gone off inside my body. Gritting my teeth and hissing like a madwoman, I feel my inner walls tightening around Mistress Strokes’ fingers; feeling me on the verge of exploding, she slides her two fingers as deep inside of me as she can and just holds them against my G-spot.
“OH GOD!” I shout out loud, succumbing to the wildfire spreading from my pussy to my brain, and from there to … everywhere. It feels like there are wasps crawling under my skin, the sharp stabs of pleasure inundating my brain.
Slowly, Mistress Strokes slides her fingers out of me, and Aidan does the same. I sit down on the floor, breathing hard, and only open my eyes when I’m certain I won’t pass out.
“Giving up already?” Aidan asks me, and these words of his are all it takes for me to find some hidden reserve of energy. Opening my eyes, I turn to him with a grin (or perhaps with a snarl) and place my hands on his naked chest; using all of my strength, I push on him, forcing him to lie down on the floor.
The moment his back touches the floor, I strike like a hungry predator: I climb on top of his body, grabbing his cock with one hand, and straddle him. My eyes never leave his as I place the tip of his cock against my pussy, and then brush it up and down the length of my wetness. I feel him trying to thrust, but this time I don’t surrender easily; no, I keep on teasing him until he’s almost growling, both his hands on my ass and trying to push me down.
“Beg,” I purr, narrowing my eyes mischievously.
“No fucking way,” he shoots back, taking one hand to my hair and yanking on it. Momentarily distracting me, he uses my surprise to thrust hard, and this time there’s no stopping him: his cock parts my drenched folds and, in a heartbeat, slides deep inside of me. All I can do is scream at the top of my lungs while his thickness stretches me wide.