“Fuck me in the ass, baby,” she pleaded.
Brandon froze. Then he inwardly groaned. How the hell could he refuse such a dirty, sensual invitation?
He didn’t think he would last long if he just plunged his cock inside her ass, considering he’d already been stimulated by watching them in the tub, then fucking Vanessa—so Brandon decided on another tactic. He went down on his knees behind her, spreading her ass out for him and watching both her pussy and the hole between her butt spread open. But instead of inserting his cock inside her warm hole right away, he leaned down further until he was lying on the floor, his head directly below her pussy.
Then Brandon proceeded licking.
It wasn’t the action Jessie expected, based on her surprised squeak. But the squeak turned into a moan when he continued licking her, swivelling his tongue around her slit before inserting it inside her pussy, where she was very wet and almost leaking. He lapped it all up, her taste a bit sweet and just the right amount of tart, and the sounds from her mouth alternated between moaning and cries of how good it felt.
While he thrust his tongue repeatedly inside her pussy, Brandon let his fingers spread her ass cheeks wider, ghosting his fingers over the skin in between. Her bottom was as smooth as a baby’s and silky, and he explored touching it until he got to the tiny hole that his dick was going to be inside of soon. He touched it softly, watching it contract around his finger before opening wide and letting him in as he continued easing in. When he was finally inside, he slid his finger back out, then slid it back in. He smeared some of the wetness in her cunt on to her ass hole until his entrance was smoother and more fluid.
When he thought she was finally ready for him, Brandon stopped motoring his mouth inside her pussy and adjusted his body until he was behind her again in a kneeling position. He took hold of his dick and slid it all over her cheeks, then positioned it near her ass hole and slowly entered her.
Halfway through, he had to grit his teeth and concentrate as she was just so damn tight—even tighter than her pussy had been. It was so much different, too, in a way he couldn’t explain, and he closed his eyes at the sensation of being engulfed completely as he finally slid in completely. He almost blew his load when Jessie wiggled her butt and had to hold her hips in his hands to steady her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Vanessa saunter over to them and slide in front of Jessie. Then she went ahead and played with Jessie’s tits, all while watching Brandon’s cock.
Biting back a groan, Brandon pounded inside her with all his energy and force, feeling as if he’d held back long enough. Jessie responded to his fucking and to Vanessa’s playing in a loud voice, crying out and begging for them to help her come. Wanting to oblige her, Brandon slipped his forefinger and thumb inside her cunt, seeking out her clit. He found it swollen and throbbing, and went ahead to flick it repeatedly in time with his cock’s thrusting.
Jessie didn’t last long, as she’d already been on the verge earlier. She exploded beneath him wildly, her body bucking and her cries filling the room deliciously. Watching her do so, Brandon didn’t miss the way Vanessa slid down to suck on her nipple, stretching out her orgasm and pleasure until her body trembled with it.
It was too much for Brandon—the image of his wife pleasing his lover, of his lover coming and the feel of Jessie’s tight ass around his dick. A few more poundings later and he felt his balls tingle before bursting, his release powerful and so intense that he was temporarily blinded by it. He emptied himself inside her, watching his seed drip down her thighs before he was spent—all of him, his energy and his orgasm.
Feeling bliss and contentment, Brandon slid down on the rug. Vanessa was still at it sucking on Jessie’s nipple, and their eyes met in the living room’s silence, an unspoken agreement between them now as smiles slowly formed on their faces.
This definitely wasn’t going to be the last time they did this.
CARAMEL
Chapter One – The Address
I sat at my desk, typing on my computer. It had been a long day. My eyes were dry and starting to hurt from stare all day. I had just a few more papers to file and I was ready to go. My shoulders ached from hunching over the desk. I sat back and stretched, rolling my shoulders back. My boss walked up behind my cubicle. “Hey Matthews” he said, holding his black briefcase. “Check your email” he said. I sighed. Was it more work? I turned to my computer and clicked open my email. He turned and walked away. I opened the email from my boss. It had an address. Then it said, “Use my name”. What address was this? I turned to ask him, but he was gone. What the fuck? I shrugged my shoulders and logged off my computer. I grabbed my brief case and my suit jacket from the back of the chair. I pushed my chair up to my desk and turned and walked out.
I waited for the elevator as Cammie walked over. She was our new intern. “Hey” she said, standing beside me. “How was your first day” I asked? “Great, I really like it here” she said. The elevator dinged and we both stepped in. She reached in front of me and hit the button for the parking garage. She sat her purse on the ground and bent over to reclip her heel. The mirrors on the side of the elevator flashed her panties and pussy from underneath her dress. She had light pink, lacey panties on that barely covered her open pussy. My breathing hitched. Did she know I was able to see her? She stood back up, grabbing her purse. She smiled a small smile and me and stepped off the elevator.
I got down to the parking garage and started heading to my car. It was one of the last one’s in my row. I always worked late. I wanted that promotion. My car chirped as I pointed the key and clicked the button. I climbed in the car and sat my brief case in the passenger seat. I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. My phone buzzed. I looked at it and it was as an email. It was a newsletter from a local fishing store in my town. I clicked out if it and saw my bosses email. Where could this be leading to? I clicked the address and put it into my GPS. It was about 30 minutes from here. I shrugged my shoulders. What the hell, I thought, I might as well take a night off.
I drove to the other side of town, stopping at a tall brick house. The red door standing tall on the porch. I saw a bar across the street. I turned into a small gravel lot towards the back. I got out of my car and looked at the house. I couldn’t see anything. I walked over to the porch and up the stairs leading to the door. I looked around behind me to see if anyone was looking. I knocked on the door. After a few seconds, the door came open. A tall, red haired woman answered the door. “Name” she said, looking at me? I remembered the email said to use his name. “Allen” I said, looking at her. She opened the door wide and waved me inside. I stepped in, revealing a tall living room with fabrics hanging from the ceiling and bunching down at the floor. There were girls lined up along the wall. They were wearing lingerie and heels. I looked at them all. It was a brothel, I thought to myself. My dick jumped in my pants. I wanted this.
“We’ve got Mandy, Karmen, Cherry, and Caramel” the madam, I assume, motioned to them. Mocha was holding a flogger and looking low at me. “I want her” I said, pointing at Caramel. Caramel smiled and smacked her hand with her flogger. I walked up to her and she grabbed my hand. I follower her around the corner and too a room in the back of the house. We walked in, closing the door behind us. It was a hardwood floored room with black walls. There were black, leather gadgets hanging all over the walls. There were whips, floggers, butt plugs, collars and leashes, black leather heels, and so much more. I looked around in awe. This looked so sexy. She was into female domination. So was I. “Set” she said, motioning to a bench towards the back of the room. I walked over to it and sat down. She walked up to me and squatted down. She began untying my shoes and pulling them off. She pulled off my socks and stood to start unbuckling my belt. She pulled my pants down, then my boxers. She started unbuttoning my white shirt, pulling my tie off. She slid my shirt off my shoulders and dropped it to the ground. I was completely naked. She pushed me down on my back on the table. I laid back, stretching out my naked body. I moved my legs over to lay flat on the table. She walked around me, her heels clicking against the ground. She walked to the wall and came back with a whip. She drug its leather strips along my hairy legs. She lifted it up and smack it against my thigh. The sweet sting of each strip left small red marks forming on my thighs. She smack again, this time the opposite thigh. She drug the whip around my stomach before slapping it with the whip. She did it a few times, before she drug it over my dick. She tickled my pubes with her leather before landing a soft smack on my shaft. It stuck my sensitive skin, making me jump under her. “Aht, aht, ah” she said, running the whip around me feet. “Be still” she said and slapped my foot hard with the whip. The bottom of my foot stung in pain, sending sensations through the tip of my dick.
She walked around to the head of the table. She grabbed my arm and pulled it up high, buckling it in at my head. She grabbed my other hand and pulled it up towards the other, buckling it in. She walked to the end of the table and buckled in one of my ankles. She took my other foot and drug it to the opposite corner of the table. She buckled it in, jerking it tight. The tight leather bite into my ankle when I tried to move it. She landed a slick blow of the whip on my thigh. “I said don’t move” she barked. She walked to the top of the table. She leaned over and kiss me on the mouth. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth, running her lips along mine. She bit my bottom lip and pulled it hard, making me wince. She reached down all at once and grabbed my cock, holding it tight. The tip of my dick was being caressed by her leather whip. She reached into a drawer on the back of the bench and pull out a small bottle. She sat it on the table and let go of my penis. She reached back in the drawer and grabbed out some long, sexy, tight, leather black gloves. They fit tight to her hands as she pulled them down to her elbows. She picked up the small bottle and trickled a hot oil onto my penis. The large, heated drops sent long shivers up my shaft and as rolled down into my pubic hair. She sat the bottle down and grabbed my dick with both hands. She rubbed my penis between her gloves, rubbing the oil into my penis. I moaned, feeling the material grab around my dick.