Hungry, I pull the containers out and line them up on the counter to see if any of its edible. The mixed vegetables, salmon and potatoes look so good my stomach growls. I pile some of each up on a plate, not giving a shit if the bitch complains about me eating her food, and then throw it in the microwave.
After my stomach’s full, my muscles relax and I feel somewhat drowsy, but it’s not enough. So I sit my ass down in front of the living room television and go straight to one of the late night skin channels. Two naked bottle blondes with huge fake tits make out in a bed, feeling each other up while a dude takes turns eating them out. Now that’s what I’m talking about.
My dick instantly swells, and then it’s impossible to think about anything but the threesome fucking on my wide screen. All right, so there’s one other little thing…or person rather, that’s responsible for my raging boner. I can't help but imagine how damn amazing Addison would look naked. Seeing her bare, heavy tits bouncing. Getting my hands on that perfect, curvy ass. Those bright red, pouty lips around my cock instead of running her mouth.
Unzipping my jeans, I pull my cock out, and as soon as my fist squeezes around it, I blow out a breath, already feeling lighter.
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Addison
I throw the sheets back and climb out of bed to go to the kitchen under the pretense of getting a glass of water. I woke up when I heard Jake moving around the house, even though my sleep up to that point had been fretful. Now I have this bizarre desire to see the big bastard. Definitely a glutton for punishment since there’s almost a certainty that he’ll say something hateful and I’ll end up saying something I regret. Again.
I pad barefooted to the kitchen in my pajamas, and other than the oven light it’s shadowed in darkness. That’s when I notice the sounds coming from the living room. Is that…moaning? Curious, I take off across the linoleum and step onto the carpeted floor of the living room, stopping on a dime when I see the TV.
Holy shit! There are people fucking! Not just two but like three of them. And then the realization hits. Jake is jerking off to this nastiness. Listening closely I can even hear his harsh breathing and the squeaking of the recliner. I can’t see him, only the back of his chair, but at that moment I know what he’s doing, and I’m…turned on. Which is disturbing. Yet I can’t make myself retreat. No, I strain my ears so hard it’s a wonder they don’t bleed.
Since I can’t watch him, I watch what he’s watching. Two young, skanky blonde women in a bed, kissing each other, large, fake breasts being fondled while an older looking man frantically eats them out. Both of them, alternating his tongue from one pussy to the other. Oh and he's also using his fingers to fuck them, never leaving one completely empty while his mouth is away.
The man eventually lifts one woman on top of him and she bounces on his cock. That’s when I realize my hand has grown a mind of its own as it disappears down the front of my shorts, sliding underneath my panties. I'm swollen and needy between my legs. When my fingertips touch the sensitive flesh of my clit, I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.
I watch the screen as the second woman moves into position, riding the man’s face while the other woman rides his cock. The two women face each other, both leaning forward to kiss and continue fondling while the man underneath fucks them both.
I push two fingers into my soaking wet pussy with the heel of my hand putting pressure over my clit. I come before the women on TV, but nowhere near as vocal. In fact, I don’t make a sound, unlike Jake who I hear grunting.
When the man on the screen warns the women he’s about to blow, the one on his cock climbs off of him and seals her lips around his big, thick length, fucking him with her mouth. The man eventually grabs his cock and strokes it while coming on the woman’s tongue that's hanging out of her wide open waiting mouth, and all over her eager face. That’s apparently what sets Jake off. His panting grows louder before he groans what sounds like, “Fuck, Addy.”
Wait, what was that? I’m certain I misheard something that just sounded similar to my shortened name. The man’s never even called me anything other than derogatory words.
I've just barely managed to remove my hand from my panties when Jake spins his chair in my direction. With only the light from the television, his gorgeousness is even more pronounced in the darkness. There’s a layer of shadowy stubble from his sideburns all the way down his jaw to his chin, like he didn’t bother to shave today, and the usual obnoxious humor is absent from his dark eyes, leaving them soft and honest. In fact, they seem almost…lonely. Then he opens his mouth.