by Tina Long
“Go blow my friend,” I ordered before giving her a soft slap on her ass. She walked on all fours to where George was and heeded my words with gusto. She took George’s long thick cock in her mouth and blowing my best friend. George loved the feel of her lips on his dick but at the same time I could tell there was a certain kink he was looking for. Knowing him to be that mean son of a bitch who always got what he wanted, I watched as he held both Hannah’s head in his palms and rammed his cock in her mouth roughly before moving it in and out in rapid movements. This was then followed by a slap across her face before choking her harder than I had.
At first I thought he was overdoing it and was overexcited but the look of glee on Hannah’s face was proof of her enjoying being roughened up. I walked over to where she was and spanked her on her ass as George terrorized her mouth with his dick. I grew a second erection very fast and I wanted nothing more than to be in her. I pulled back her hair, made her get to her feet very fast before slapping her across the ass and directing her to the kitchen counter. This time I slid into her from the front, with her legs spread wide allowing me fuck her as I please. I half expected George to sit back in his chair and play with himself a second time but he did not. He wanted part of the action. He slapped her tits, face and ass as I fucked her and would also talk dirty.
“Fuck her harder,” he said to me before giving her all the attention and slapping her tits again.
“She like it rough and hard,” he said again with an excited smile before pulling back her hair and spitting in her mouth. She loved it, smiled and let out pleasurable moans as all this was being done to her. I increased momentum. I scooped her from the kitchen counter and had carried her as I kept thrusting. She was not as heavy as I expected and made it all easier on me with the way she balanced her body as I fucked her. George made it better by holding her ass in place and ticking two fingers in her trunk.
For a brief second, I thought what Jocelyn would say if she walked in on us having this not full blown threesome in her kitchen. She had taken her time to decorate it, hired an interior decorator to make sure that everything was perfect! Never in her wildest dreams would she picture her husband serving the help his glorified magic stick in her head. The thought of her and her whereabouts made me furious and I fucked her harder. Revenge sex was sweet and Jocelyn was none of my worries.
Her orgasm made me relax the momentum in the thrusting. I felt a sudden vibration settle in the entrance of her pussy followed by a gush of fluids that I didn’t see coming.
“That’s a good girl.” George let out with a wide grin. His two fingers were still in her ass and he could feel her climaxing. We let her enjoy her two second of fame as she squirted all over my crotch and I went on thrusting into her after that.
George, on the other hand, walked back to his seat, licked the fluid that had gotten on his fingers before taking out his member and started playing with himself. I pulled out of Hannah before making her get to her knees and made her taste her cum. She gave me a nice blowjob and had a satisfactory look on her face. I made her lie on her tummy on the marble kitchen floor before sliding into her from behind and went on to pump. I moved slowly at first and went on to thrust harder into her as I felt my climax draw near. I pulled back her hair before slapping her ass and kept moving faster and harder into her without taking a chill pill.
My second climax did not take me by surprise and I let out a hot load into her almost immediately. I was not the only one who had achieved his climax. I heard George get to his climax as well. I lay in the same position for about two minutes before pulling out of her and getting to my feet. Hannah, on the other hand, turned to face me before letting out a wide smile and got to her feet as well. I leaned over to kiss her on her lips and loved the beautiful smile that covered her face in return.
“I had better get back to your sandwich now, I am sure you are famished,” she let out as she went back behind the counter and did her thing. I walked back to the living room where George was seated and smoking a Cuban cigar. He gave me thumbs up before looking at the TV screen in front of him and not mentioning a single word about our encounter. I preferred it that way. The awkwardness would only get worse between us.
The End
