But this was different. It was a new and degrading sensation. It was psychological pleasure, in addition to physical.
He stared at her. “Beg me, and while you beg, I want you to squeeze your breasts and fondle your nipples with your thumbs,” he ordered.
She did it. She whimpered, telling him, “Please, please. I want it so badly. I’m on fire and I want your cock inside me. Pound it into me anyway you want, that’s how badly I want it.”
“What can I do to you?” he asked devilishly.
My breathing was heavy. So heavy, I worried they’d hear me, but over Anya’s frenzied yells of desire, I doubted it.
She was entirely focused on her nipples now, so I did the same. My thumbs drifted over them. They were hard, the area around them vibrantly pink.
“You can spit on me,” she said, deliriously joyful. I’d never heard her this happy.
“Boring,” he said, “Old hat. It’s been done. What else.”
“You can fuck me with any part of you. Your hands, your feet. Anything,” she screamed.
“You’re not getting creative enough,” he said with a shake of the head. But he had started playing with his fully hard cock again.
“You can call me whatever names you’d like. Smack my ass. Pull out my hair. Leave marks, bite me all over so that Amelia can see what you’ve done to me,” she said.
She sounded like a whole other person than the woman I’d worked with. She wanted me to know that he was biting her? She wanted me to see evidence they’d done this.
“Still not creative enough,” he said, “Although I like that you’re including Amelia now. Rub yourself and tell me what you want to do to her.”
At his order, my hand flew to my crotch. I frantically pulled down my pajama pants around my ankles and got back on my knees and rubbed.
It felt incredible. The fact that Anya was now fantasizing about me while she did the same thing to herself only made it better.
“I want to lay her down on this sweaty floor and lick her all over, from her back down to her feet, while you watch,” she could barely talk through her heavy panting now, “I want to finger her while you pound me. Then I want you both to suck on my breasts while you drive me, hard with your cock.”
She started saying things about our body parts rubbing against each other, but I could barely hear over Joseph’s moans and encouragement.
Finally he lost whatever self-control he had left, and he grabbed her off the floor. She eagerly wrapped her legs around him.
I rubbed myself just as hard as they smashed together. They fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Her thin frame almost entirely disappeared underneath him.
She screamed. He told her, “Keep talking, keep telling me what you want to do to Amelia, or I’ll stop!”
She begged him not to stop and then kept talking, but it was so delirious, all I caught were brief mentions of all of us in various positions in between her screams.
Eventually, I couldn’t even focus on her words anymore. I became nothing more than one point of pleasure begging for me to keep rubbing.
I came. I tried to do it silently but my breathing was so loud, I feared they’d catch me, except Anya started coming just a second later than me.
She shouted my name. As she orgasmed underneath Joseph’s harsh rutting, she screamed out, “Amelia.”
She lay underneath him, limp and exhausted. He must’ve come at some point too, because when he pulled out he was nearly flaccid.
He stole a deep kiss, the first kiss on the mouth I’d seen them share except for Anya playing with his lips with her tongue.
Then he left. Wordlessly, without so much as a polite thank you or a goodbye, he slipped back into his swim trunks and strutted naked from the room.
I was laying on the floor, my hands sticky from my own wetness, when Anya sat up, and my heart stopped.
Because she looked right at me and asked, “Did you like it?”