I couldn’t stop thinking about the last couple of visits for another few weeks. The images of Emma getting fucked with that dildo and sucking me off kept replaying in my head. I texted her saying I’d left some old paperwork in the kitchen drawer and needed it for the taxman. She replied: “Come round tonight. Leah’s out with mates, so it’ll just be me. Door’s unlocked.”
I let myself in around half eight. Emma was in the kitchen wearing a thin grey t-shirt and tiny black shorts that showed off half her arse. She looked freshly showered, hair still a bit damp.
“Alright,” she said with a smirk. “Leah’s not here tonight. Just us. Drink?”
We ended up on the sofa with a couple of beers. She sat with her legs tucked under her, looking relaxed and sexy. After some small talk she started opening up.
“So… things with Leah have been proper wild,” she said, biting her lip. “Last weekend she brought over a new strap-on. Fucked me for ages from behind while I was on all fours. Made me cum so hard I soaked the sheets.”
My cock started thickening in my jeans as she carried on.
“She loves eating my pussy,” Emma continued, her voice dropping. “Sometimes she’ll spend an hour down there, licking and fingering me until I squirt. Then I return the favour. We took some videos the other night – me riding her face while she played with my tits. She’s got me hooked on girls now, but I still think about your cock too.”
I was fully hard listening to her. She noticed and smiled.
“Does that turn you on? Hearing how my best friend makes me cum?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “A lot.”
Emma stood up. “I need a piss. Back in a minute. Don’t go anywhere.”
As soon as she disappeared into the bathroom, my eyes landed on her phone on the coffee table. It was unlocked. Curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up.
I opened her photos and my mouth went dry. There were dozens of sexy pics of her and Leah. One was Emma on her back, legs spread, Leah’s tongue buried deep in her smooth pussy. Another showed Emma sucking on Leah’s tits while fingering her. There were close-ups of Leah’s fingers stretching Emma’s wet hole, creamy juices coating them. Selfies of them kissing with tongues out, both topless. A video thumbnail caught my eye – I pressed play quietly. It was Emma riding the big flesh-coloured dildo on the bed while Leah sat on her face, grinding her pussy against Emma’s mouth. The sounds were muffled but filthy.
I kept scrolling. More pics: cum on Emma’s tits after they’d used a toy on each other, Emma’s arse up with Leah’s strap-on buried inside her, even one of them in the shower, soapy and kissing.
My cock was throbbing painfully. I had my hand down my trousers stroking myself when I heard the toilet flush. I quickly locked the phone and put it back.
Emma came back and saw my flushed face and the obvious bulge. “Did you look?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I nodded. No point lying.
She stepped closer, voice low and dirty. “You like seeing me with her? My pussy all stretched and wet for another girl?”
“Yeah… fuck, they’re hot.”
Emma pulled her t-shirt off, her full tits bouncing free, nipples hard. She slid her shorts and knickers down, standing naked in front of me. Her pussy was already glistening.
“Get it out then,” she said.
I unzipped and freed my aching cock. Emma straddled me on the sofa, facing away so I could imagine the photos. She reached down, lined my dick up with her soaking pussy, and sank down slowly.
“Fuuuuck,” she moaned as I filled her. She started riding me, arse cheeks slapping against my thighs. “Leah fucked me in this exact position last week. But your cock feels thicker.”
I gripped her hips, thrusting up into her tight, wet heat. She rode me harder, moaning loudly. “You saw the video where I sat on her face? I want you to lick my pussy like that next time.”
The thought of those photos pushed me close. I reached round and rubbed her swollen clit while she bounced on me. Emma came first, her pussy clenching tight around my shaft, juices dripping down my balls as she shook and cried out.
I couldn’t hold it. I pulled out at the last second and exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum across her arse and lower back.
She stayed on my lap for a minute, catching her breath, then turned and kissed me deep.
I stayed on the sofa, still catching my breath, my spent cock resting against my thigh as I watched Emma head upstairs to clean up. She gave me a cheeky wink before disappearing. “Won’t be long.”
The second she was gone, I couldn’t resist. Her phone was still on the coffee table, unlocked. I picked it up and opened the photos again, scrolling deeper into the hidden album. My cock started twitching back to life immediately.
There were loads more pics and videos of her and Leah in sexy lingerie — Emma in a sheer black bodysuit with her nipples clearly visible, Leah behind her squeezing her tits. Another video showed them both in matching red lace sets, kissing and grinding against each other. Then I found the ones that really got me going: Emma out shopping, wearing a short summer dress. In the changing room selfies, she’d pulled the dress up to show a thick black butt plug stretching her arse, her pussy visibly wet. One was taken in a supermarket aisle — she was smiling innocently at the camera while clearly clenching around the plug. The caption read “Leah’s idea. Been in for two hours now xx”. There was even a short video of her walking around the car park, biting her lip with every step.
I was fully hard again. I pulled my cock out and started rubbing it slowly, stroking up and down as I zoomed in on the photos of her plugged arse and the filthy videos of her and Leah in lingerie.
I was so lost in it I didn’t hear her come back downstairs.
“Having fun snooping again?” Emma’s voice made me jump.
She was standing in the doorway completely naked, hair brushed, skin still slightly damp. Her eyes dropped to my hand wrapped around my throbbing cock and the phone in the other.
I froze, but she just smiled and walked closer.
“Those are from last weekend,” she said casually, sitting down right next to me. “Leah made me wear that plug all day while we went round the shops. Every time I bent over to look at something I could feel it pressing deeper. I was dripping by the time we got home. She bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me with it still in.”
She took the phone from me and swiped to a new video — her and Leah in expensive-looking lingerie, Emma on her knees sucking on a strap-on while Leah filmed it from above.
Emma reached over and replaced my hand with hers, stroking my cock with slow, firm pulls. “You like seeing me like that? All plugged and slutty in public for her?”
“Yeah,” I groaned, hips twitching into her grip.
She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Keep looking then.”
While she wanked me, I kept scrolling. Photo after photo of them posing in lace, kissing, fingering each other. Emma in the supermarket again, this time a close-up of her hand discreetly lifting her dress to show the base of the butt plug nestled between her cheeks.
“Fuck, Emma…” I muttered.
She sped up her hand, twisting slightly around the head. “I was so horny that day I nearly came just walking around. When we got back Leah ate my pussy for ages with the plug still in my arse.”
My breathing got heavier. She kissed my neck, still stroking me steadily.
The combination of her dirty words and the photos pushed me over the edge. I groaned and came hard, thick ropes of spunk shooting over her hand and onto my stomach.
Emma didn’t hesitate. She slid down between my legs, leaned forward, and licked up every last drop. Her warm tongue ran slowly across my stomach, collecting every thick streak of cum before moving to her own hand. She licked her fingers clean one by one, making sure to suck them properly, eyes locked on mine the whole time. When she was done she even leaned down and ran her tongue along the base of my cock, catching the last bit that had dribbled down.
“Mmm,” she hummed, swallowing with a satisfied smile. “Tastes better than I remembered.”
She sat back up, lips still glistening. “Next time you come round pretending to look for paperwork, I’ll wear that plug for you… and maybe let you watch me and Leah together in real life.”
I already knew I’d be back sooner than planned.
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