Our pretty hooker unbuttoned her cardigan and my legs went so wobbly I had to sit on the couch. Without a bit of shyness, Kimi shrugged off her sweater and I got my first look at her tits hugged by the firm cups of a white bra. The little bit of lace around her cleavage was just enough to bring her lingerie out of the boring category– not that any garment could truly be boring on a body like that!
Kimi stepped out of her skirt, giving us a good look at her long legs. She didn’t take off her square heels, and I was glad for that. She kind of reminded me of a naughty librarian who takes the bun out of her hair and becomes a sex goddess.
Bending forwards, Kimi grabbed her tits and pressed them together. I couldn’t take my eyes of that glorious line of cleavage as she juggled and jiggled her big breasts. Fuck, I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to touch her!
“You like my big tits?” she asked as she hypnotized us with the marvellous pair. “You want to touch my big fucking titties?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I was panting like a dog as I came around back and grabbed her breasts from behind. She sighed, and that sound made me want to come. I missed that enthusiasm for touch, that sensitivity. She let me strip off her panties, then undo her bra, and when her big boobs tumbled from the cups, I was there to catch them.
I told her to lick Jody’s clit. I wanted to hear my woman come while this gorgeous slut ate her cunt.
Jody raced out of her clothes as Kimi sank to the floor in front of the couch. I went with her, riding her back all the way, hugging her small body as I fondled her amazingly supple, soft tits. Her nipples were hard little pebbles between my fingers, and they were all I could think about until I heard Jody gasp.
Draped over Kimi’s naked back, I looked up to see her black hair cascading over one shoulder, her face buried between my partner’s thighs. I’d gone down on Jody countless times, but for some reason this was a thousand times more exciting. I watched her lips part. Her mouth opened wide as she cooed, “Ohhhhh!” The sloppy lapping sound of our hooker’s wet tongue on my girlfriend’s wet pussy ramped up my arousal so high I released one of Kimi’s tits and traced my hand down her back . . . down her ass crack.
I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to do this. Kimi seemed to trust us as much as we were trusting her, so I took a chance and found her pussy with my fingers. The newspaper ad was right – she was incredibly tight, and so wet her juice was dripping down her thigh.
Jody’s eyes fluttered closed as Kimi lapped her clit. Our living room filled with body sounds – the wet squelching of my fingers plunging in and out of Kimi’s cunt, the sweet lapping of Kimi’s tongue on my woman’s clit, and our whimpering, moaning, sighing, grunting. We were all so turned on. Three women, just a big ball of juicy female arousal.
I was so jealous of those two, because they’d been smart enough to take off their clothes early on. Me, I was still fully dressed and wishing my clothing would just melt off my skin. It felt so damn good to have half my hand shoved up Kimi’s snatch while she went at Jody’s cunt with her mouth.
Jody was kicking and screaming now, loving every moment of our hooker’s tongue teasing her clit. Fuck, I wanted to watch. I wanted to see Kimi’s face buried between my lover’s thighs, licking and flicking, sucking that sweet bud like a little cock.
The craving rose up in me, but I couldn’t decide what I wanted, exactly. Did I want to lick or be licked? Suck or be sucked? But then I remembered what I’d paid for, and I figured I might as well get my money’s worth.
Tearing out of my clothes, I threw myself beside Jody on the couch. Kimi moved from Jody’s pussy to mine, like a baby shifting from one breast to the other. Everything felt otherworldly, like a dream. Real life was never this good, never this easy. There I had a gorgeous young woman between my legs, naked, with the biggest damn tits I’d ever seen up close and personal, and what did it take to get her there? Nothing, really. Just a little phone call, just a little cash. It was too good to be true.
Sliding two long fingers into my pussy, Kimi rubbed my G-spot enough to warm my whole pelvis. I couldn’t believe how close I was to orgasm already. All the watching and waiting had turned me on like crazy, and I knew the moment her tongue met my clit I was going to blow.
I watched her pretty face as she drew in close. She kissed my clit, so gentle, so sweet, like a butterfly landing briefly on my skin and then taking right off again. She looked up at me and smiled, but I growled back at her. I wasn’t angry or anything, I was just so aroused I couldn’t control myself. At all! Grabbing her by the hair, I shoved my slick pussy against her face, which was already soaked with Jody’s juice. I rubbed off on her mouth while she squirmed and squealed.
I know I said things to her while my body worked itself into a frenzy of orgasm. “Yeah, bitch, you like that, huh? You love the taste of my fucking cunt, don’t you?” Stuff like that. Stuff I never said to Jody.
Kimi just kept nodding, gulping, gasping, saying, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh!”
The look in her eyes put me over the top. She was scared or something. Cautious, maybe, like she was trying to gauge if I was a danger to her.
I wasn’t, of course. I wasn’t a danger to anyone, but I scoured my pussy against Kimi’s beautiful face until I’d come in crashing waves, over and over, and I couldn’t take any more pleasure. Then she backed away, fixing her hair and smiling guardedly between Jody and I.
We thanked her and she thanked us, kneeling on the floor like some kind of sexual servant. After she’d gone, my woman and I sat naked on the couch holding hands for literally hours. In all that time, I kept looking down and expecting to see Kimi there like a toy poodle, wanting to serve us, wanting to bring us happiness and contentment. I hope she knows what she did for Jody and me, because that girl revived us. She really did.
Thank you Kimi, wherever you are.
PACKING HEAT
Lisa, Croydon
I knew it was going to be an interesting date as soon as Cass met me outside the cinema. She was wearing baggy jeans and a short-sleeved checked shirt, rocking her usual blokey look – though, with her slim curves and tousled dark blonde hair, she never looked terribly masculine to me. I liked it, all the same. I liked her simplicity, and her enthusiasm – and the dirty, dirty girl lurking under that cheerful, chipper exterior.
She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, and I thought it was my imagination that had made me think there was something unusual about her. I didn’t say anything, and we went in, chatting about our respective work days and all the little things that had happened since we’d met up last. We didn’t get to see each other more than a couple of times a week at that point, so there was always a frisson of excitement, and yet it still felt like catching up with an old friend.
We did all the traditional cinema-goer things: bought huge piles of popcorn and Coke, and ensconced ourselves in our plush seats with far more food than we needed, which we still managed to eat most of before the trailers were even over. Cass looked really relaxed, slouching in the seat with her legs splayed – her “bloke watching football” pose, I called it, much to her amusement – and, when I reached over for popcorn, hoping to catch her hand against mine in the tub, she shot me a really wicked grin.
I didn’t understand why until the lights went down and the movie started.
It wasn’t a terribly dramatic film. Just a bit of silly fun: superheroes and big explosions, with some leather-clad female eye candy doing gratuitous high kicks and martial arts moves that showed off their bums . . . not that I was complaining. With the popcorn gone and the drinks down to the watery last third that’s mainly full of ice, I had Cass’s arm around my shoulders, and I was snuggled up to her as the explosions and mutant-powered car chases rained around us.
I let my hand rest on her leg, just above her knee, because it was a comfortable way to sit. I wasn’t going out of my way to grope her, although, from the way she shifted as my fingers skimmed the denim, Cass wouldn’t have minded at all. To be honest, neither would I. The film wa
s fine, but we’d never really meant it as more than a prelude to the evening ahead, and I was already looking forward to that.
She reached down and took my wrist, guiding my hand gently further up her leg as, on the big screen, bullets flew and people shouted. The cinema wasn’t completely packed out, but it was more than two-thirds full. The seats directly next to us were empty, and though I was fairly sure the guy and his girlfriend further along the row were more interested in their own tonsil hockey match than us, I still winced a bit at the thought of what I assumed Cass wanted. Sexy – and very naughty – though the idea was, there was no way I was going to finger her in the middle of a crowded cinema.
However, as my hand settled on her upper thigh, my eyes widened in sudden surprise, and I finally understood what she had in store for me. My cute, pretty girlfriend was packing a cock. Now, we’d played with strap-ons plenty of times, and Cass was an expert at driving me to distraction with a good, hard fuck, but she’d never worn one out before. I could just feel the outline of softly yielding silicon hidden beneath her baggy jeans and, when I glanced at her in the darkened theatre, with all the colours of the movie screen dancing on her face, she just grinned at me.
I swallowed heavily and my nipples grew tight inside my T-shirt. I couldn’t help but start to anticipate all the things she could do to me – and there were a whole host of other questions, too. Was she wearing her favourite black leather harness under there, with the chrome rings and triple adjustable straps? Was what I’d briefly felt just a soft packing cock, or did she have a whole six inches or more of dick under there? I was fascinated. The movie quickly paled into insignificance next to the possible contents of Cass’s underwear, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what she might have in store for me.
As I sneaked a sideways glance at my girl, I knew she could tell what I was thinking. She was still grinning like a Cheshire cat, and she shifted her legs slightly, opening out her crotch in a not-so-subtle invitation.
I couldn’t help myself. I let my fingers seek the weighty outline I’d found before, and traced its length along her leg. She had way more than a packing pecker under there. It was amazing that no one had noticed, and amazing, I thought ruefully, that no one noticed what I was doing then. To the casual observer in that darkened theatre, I might as well have been giving her a hand-job – and I had to admit that the thought was at least a little exciting.
In fact, I tightened my grip, boldly grasping Cass’s cock through her jeans and shifting in my seat as my arousal grew. It was a warm night, and I had a flared skirt on with my T-shirt and a light summer jacket, which I’d shed when we sat down. My thighs were bare under the cotton skirt and I pressed them together, my mind full of Cass’s hips rocking as she fucked me over and over. I couldn’t decide whether or not I recognized the dildo she was wearing. It might have been one we’d used before, and my pussy twitched hungrily at the recollections of all “our little friends”, as she called them. There was a pink one with a bullet vibrator in the head, a black one with deliciously textured bits along the shaft, and a rainbow coloured one that Cass had bought mainly because it was rainbow coloured. So many choices . . . but it was hard to tell.
“Bet you know what you’re getting tonight,” she murmured in my ear as I leaned a bit closer.
I squirmed. “Can’t wait,” I whispered back, and Cass smiled wickedly.
We kept it up – just sitting there, toying with each other – until the film was entering its last half-hour, full of predictable explosions and sub-plot resolutions. By that point, I’d worked myself into a real state, desperate to cut to the action. I wriggled closer to Cass, my voice plaintive as I protested, “Babe – I really can’t wait.”
Cass raised an eyebrow and, if her grin had got any wider, I think the top of her head would have fallen off.
I doubt anyone in the cinema realized quite why we got up to leave early. They were all so absorbed in the movie they probably didn’t even notice us go, stumbling out in the half-lit dark to find our way to the exit . . . and the lavatories.
I hardly believed I was doing it. I don’t think Cass did, either – it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing I regularly suggested, but then she didn’t usually surprise me like that. Heat flamed in my cheeks as we got to the ladies’ loos and dived inside. They were very bright, very clean. The shiny white tiles smelled of disinfectant and floral soap, and I practically panted with relief to see that all the cubicles were empty.
“Come on,” I begged, dragging Cass by the hand.
We slammed the door shut behind us, pushing the flimsy bolt across, and the cubicle was narrow enough to force us both so close together – not that either of us minded. Cass kissed me hard, shoving me against the toilet wall. The loo roll dispenser jabbed me in the back, but I didn’t care. I pushed back against her, rubbing my body against hers desperately as she plundered my mouth. I felt her breasts crush mine, her hips grinding as she rubbed that little bulge that had started all the trouble against me. My hands shook as I reached down to tug urgently at the fastening of her jeans.
“Fuck me, baby,” I muttered, in between kisses.
Cass undid her fly one-handed, already pushing up my skirt with the other. I shivered at her touch on my bare skin, my pussy throbbing with need. She kissed me again, her mouth flavoured with cola and buttery popcorn, and I groaned as her fingers tugged the gusset of my knickers aside and slipped quickly between my lips, teasing my wet slit.
The breath hissed between my teeth as she sunk one finger into me. It felt like possession and liberation all at once. I pressed down on her, wanting more . . . wanting the hard fuck I needed. The fact that anyone could walk in at any moment – other patrons, staff, anyone at all – made me giddy and light-headed, and so desperate to come that I thought I’d burst.
“You’re so wet,” Cass murmured, sounding faintly awed as the heel of her palm rubbed against my clit. “Can you take it?”
She had the cock out in her hand, poking through the open fly of her jeans. It was one we hadn’t used that often: purple, fairly soft and quite slim, but with a slight curve that had made it sit so well against her thigh . . . and that I just knew would hit all the right spots. I could just glimpse the straps of the harness against her pale skin, under the baggy denim, and I bit back a whimper.
“Just fucking do it,” I pleaded, lifting my leg to brace my foot against the toilet.
Cass grinned. She pulled her finger out of me, sucked it clean, then rubbed a quick slick of spit over the head of her cock before she pressed it to my pussy and shoved. I sighed as she impaled me, the smooth silicon gliding inside me, warm from her body but not as hot as my pulsing quim. With a few short strokes she was sheathed in me, the cock rubbing proudly at my G-spot . . . and then she began to pump.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to shriek and gasp, but I knew we had to be quiet. Here we were, fucking in a public toilet of all places, and – with the plastic loo roll dispenser still jabbing me, and my skirt bunched up around my hips, my pants tugged to one side – I’d never felt dirtier. I felt like a dirty, naughty slut, and it was the best feeling ever.
Cass reached down between us, one hand on my arse as we both tried to keep our balance, pulling me closer – pulling me down on her cock – and rubbed mercilessly at my clit with her free hand. We were kissing again, tongues duelling wetly as we tried to hide our pants and moans, and I had to fight not to squeak as the pleasure burst through me in sharp waves.
It was the most awkward place I’d ever had sex. Everything was a collision of elbows and confined space – because, let’s face it, toilet cubicles aren’t made for more than one person – and Cass was struggling to keep her rhythm. She made me bend over the loo, and I grabbed onto the cistern with both hands as she pushed my skirt all the way up and pulled my knickers down to the middle of my thighs, spreading my pussy with practised ease before she slid her cock right up me again. I let out a stifled groan at the way it filled me up in one hungry gulp, and my kne
es shook as my pleasure continued to build. I tried to work myself back against her, meeting every thrust she gave me, and the wet slurps of my pussy filled the tiny space. I heard Cass moan softly; she loved getting me so turned on I was practically dripping, and I could just imagine how good her purple toy looked, glistening with my juices as it pumped in and out of my pussy.
I regretted not being able to do much for her. As my head started to spin and my body took over – every muscle going from protesting at this awkward, naughty, unusual exertion to informing me that, no matter what I did, I was going to be coming very soon – I wished I could make Cass feel as good as I did.
Coherent thought kind of evaporated at that point, though, along with any real worry about being discovered. I was just a bundle of bliss and nerve endings, on fire with delight as my girl fucked a hard, thorough climax out of me. My pussy clenched around her dick, and I gritted my teeth as Cass gripped my bum, riding me right the way through roll after roll of pleasure. I bucked and wiggled with it, panting with stifled gasps and sighs as she reached around to press down hard on my clit, squeezing the last shakes and tremors out of me.
As she pulled out, I felt lost and disorientated. I straightened up, thinking I ought to pull my knickers up and rearrange my skirt, but instead I turned around and dropped to my knees on the toilet floor, greedily sucking my juices off the wet, warm toy that still protruded stiffly from Cass’s fly. I pushed my face in, past the base, hungrily seeking out her pussy, still encased in thick denim. I could smell her – the whole loo smelled of our fast, urgent sex – and I wanted to taste her.
She groaned, her hands on the back of my head suddenly, crushing me into her, and I knew how badly she wanted it. I strained to get my tongue on her, meeting her shaven lips and tasting the salt-sweet musk there, then desperately pulling at her jeans so I could get a little more room. Cass helped me, and we managed to make just enough space between the denim and the harness for me to suck her clit, pushing her over the edge into a brief yet satisfying orgasm.
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