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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"I’ve waited a long time to get my hands on your cock," she said, opening her legs as far as the binds would allow,
"So don’t go easy!"
She pushed me down from the waist and leaned back on her hands.
I put my legs under hers, and she lifted herself onto my lap as I held my cock up. The tip glided in, her wetness pulling it into her as her lips embraced my shaft. I lifted myself up, slowly, allowing her to gradually take the rest of me inside her.
She was so wet and yet so tight. I felt her body crash into mine, my entire length now swelling further. Chrissy threw her head back as I slowly pulled myself out of her. Before I could complete the pull, she had thrust forwards and I was engulfed again. We quickly found our rhythm - slow, deep strokes allowing her to feel every contour of my cock as she moved up and down on it. Chrissy was moaning and stroking herself, Mrs B couldn't look away.
"Is it good, baby?"
"So....good..."
"Then I want you to fuck her like she is your wife!"
Me and Chrissy were taken back by what Mrs B had just said. But she knew the power in those words!
Me and Chrissy locked eyes and in that moment, I could see that was exactly how she saw me.
Mrs B was filming over my shoulder, fixated on the penetration. Slow, forceful. I handed her the camera so that she could film Chrissy was straddling me and getting fucked, the whole situation suddenly hit me and nearly made me finish instantly. I pulled out, Mrs B was filming in super close-up, and Chrissy instinctively tried to pull me back in.
"I'm...close!"
I breathlessly explained, lying there still trying to process what had just happened. Mrs B put the camera down and laid down on her front, resting her hands on my legs. Chrissy put her hand between Mrs B's legs and played with her, but Mrs B was gazing at my cock. Still hard, the head was glistening with Chrissy's juices and Mrs B gingerly tried to wrap two fingers around the top of my shaft, just below the ridge of the head. They didn't quite fit, and she slid them down to the base before letting go. I shuddered.
Chrissy noticed, and started teasing her.
"I want to watch you two fuck now!"
Mrs B moved Chrissy's hand and sat up on the bed, facing me. She rolled onto her knees, grabbed Chrissy's hair and pulled her face into her crotch. Within seconds, Mrs B was quivering and pushing Chrissy away. These women know each other's bodies so well.
Mrs B turned back to me and and lifted her leg over mine. She was straddling my thighs, sliding the heat of her, wet- fresly lubricated by Chrissy's tongue - only the shaft of my cock. She slowly, agonisingly stroked me with her pussy, taking delight as I grew harder with each pass. I felt her reach the end, overshooting. And then, with what I swear was a shrug, she gently lowered herself onto me.
There was no trepidation with Mrs B. She grabbed my cock and forced me inside of her. Then she slowed right down and began to insert me half inch by half inch, holding my cock tight so it couldn't slip. She moved her hips in circles around my head, making herself wet enough for it, then held me in place as she slowly bumped her pelvis into mine.
We looked at each other, shocked. Then we smiled, appreciating the situation. Chrissy had the camera and was taking pictures of us as we awkwardly discussed whether and how to continue.
"Shall I keep going?" I asked.
"I'm kind of in your hands here. No pressure..."
I slowly began to move inside Mrs B, hearing her gasp as she felt me move back and forth, gently at first but increasing the pressure with her apparent pleasure. I reached down to stroke her in time with my thrusts but Chrissy had beaten me to it. I could feel her tongue on my cock as she flicked it against Mrs B's clit.
"Are you enjoying Chrissy filming this?" I asked her. |
Wearing a dress or skirt for easy access 
leaving with a creampie dripping down my leg 
