by Ella Ford
The cavorting pair on the sofa stopped dead, pretty faces turning to peer at the door, pale light illuminating the gentle flush of their respective desire.
“Who is it?” shouted Kat, sounding nervous and timid. Ashley let Kat’s legs fold up underneath her and the two girls moved closer, huddling together in the corner of the sofa.
I considered turning to run, but realized that this would only make things worse. I’d been caught, and it was up to me to come clean, to face the music and consequences.
I quickly shuffled my dress down over my thighs, covering myself up, then took a single sheepish step into the room, bathing myself in the warm light of the table lamp by the entrance.
“Ms. Powell!” said the pair in unison, a look of shocked incredulity on their faces, mouths hanging open in a curious reflection of the sultry expressions they’d worn minutes earlier.
“I was, um, passing and…” I began, but didn’t bother to finish. I already felt awful about my voyeurism, I didn’t want to compound it with a lie. Instead, I took a different tack, changing direction abruptly. “You looked as though you were having fun…” I smiled, glancing down at Kat’s stockinged foot, still damp from Ashley’s attention.
The pair of shocked girls appeared to relax, their stunned, nervous expressions fading away to be replaced with twin looks of coquettish embarrassment. They turned to each other and smirked, blushing profusely.
“We were just…” started Kat, turning to face me and touching a hand lightly to Ashley’s thigh. I didn’t let her finish.
“Do you mind if I join you?” I said, exerting a note of seniority over the pair. I was only four years older than the girls, but there was something in my position that leant me an air of authority. This new power dynamic thrilled me, filling my body with a tingling sense of anticipation. I didn’t wait for an answer, stepping across the room with three eager steps. Ashley and Kat moved without question, shuffling apart on the sofa to open up an inviting space between them. The two girls kneeled like two erotic bookends and watched me approach, nervous trepidation coloring their expectant gazes with a frisson of raw excitement.
I lowered myself to the sofa and sat back, crossing my legs, making a show of brushing my thighs together, creating a soft swish of nylon brushing on nylon. Kat and Ashley gazed at my soft thighs, eyes wide and mouths slightly open. I lifted my lower leg and rotated my foot, pointing the rounded toes of my heels away from us.
“Did you enjoy working on the commercial?” I purred, interrupting the silent tease that seemed to be holding the pair in thrall.
“Y-yes,” said Ashley, glancing down at the floor, a familiar flush returning to her cheeks.
“Have you tasted pussy before?” I said with a smile, making the sordid question sound as friendly and innocent as I possibly could. I may as well have asked if the girls had tried olives before.
They both blinked and looked shocked at the question, then they looked at each other and giggled, shaking their heads in perfect harmony. I reached down to my side and touched my hand to each girl’s knee, gently caressing their silky thighs with my slender fingers. Kat sighed and Ashley gasped.
“Would you like to taste pussy?” I purred, breathing my words with sultry purpose, allowing the sinful question to hang between us. The air in the room was charged with a crackling energy, heavy with sexual tension and thick with anticipation. Seconds passed and the two girls glanced at each other, then turned to me as one and nodded. I studied each one, taking in the soft lines of their bodies, savoring the eager expectation on their faces, full lips parted and sparkling eyes wide and longing. They seemed to be waiting for permission, held back by some palpable sense of restraint, needing guidance and permission to continue with what they wanted so very badly.
“Kiss each other,” I finally said, interrupting the weighty silence. The pair moved instantly, lifting up to their knees, reaching over my body to grab the other girl. Ashley’s hand snaked around Kat’s waist, fingers gripping her shapely bottom; while Kat’s arm moved to Ashley’s neck and her hand curled beneath her ear, fingers plunging into her thick mane of blonde hair. They came together above me, mouths finding each other without a single hint of reluctance or restraint. This was what they wanted, what they’d wanted for goodness knew how long, and I was caught in the middle, finding my own role in this erotic expression of friendship and lust.
I gazed up at the kissing girls, relishing the explorative way their tongues danced together, never certain, never sure, guided by instinct rather than experience or knowledge. But they gained confidence quickly, as each girl kissed another woman for the first time. I allowed my hands to roam, stroking my fingers over their bottoms, gently pushing their bodies together until their breasts were touching. I felt a glorious rush of power, a surge of unparalleled command as I made these two sensual puppets dance for my own pleasure, and theirs.
The girls’ kiss deepened, mouths pressed together in a deep embrace of tongues. Hot red lips sliding across glistening pink lips, eager hands clawing at flesh and clothing. Then they fell apart, foreheads resting against each other, panting heavily with a dreamy urgency. As one, they turned to me, faces locked in an animalistic expression of lust and wanting. I felt a surge of warmth rising from my pussy, an insistent sensation that couldn’t be ignored.
Hands trembling with excitement, I reached up and wrapped my fingers around Kat’s neck, selecting the brunette as my first taste of this delectable pair. With a rough tug, I pulled her towards me and she yelped in surprise, lifting a hand to my breast to steady herself. Immediately, I locked her in place, holding her face inches from mine until I could feel her warm breath on my skin and placed my hand on hers, fixing it on my tender breast. I sighed as I felt her palm brush against the rigid nub of my nipple and filled my nose with the scent of her perfume. I lifted my eyes, flashing a reassuring glance at Ashley. Don’t worry, my expression told her, you’re next.
The blonde smiled demurely and shifted position, stretching a hand over my body to caress Kat’s bare shoulders, tracing a line down her back, over her bottom and down to her legs and feet. I felt Kat shudder in my grip, watched her eyes slide shut and a hot gust of minty breath fill my nose as she exhaled deeply. Then I pulled her closer, locking my lips on hers and smothering her with my kiss. She yielded quickly to my assault, letting her mouth fall open, granting me the access that my tongue demanded. She tasted wonderful, young and fresh and deliciously vital. Her movements were submissive and yielding, surrendering to my grip and my tongue and allowing me to do what I wanted. And what I wanted to do more than anything else was to devour this sweet young thing. But I held back, cutting off the passionate embrace mere seconds in, pulling her away from my face and leaving her blinking with the shock of sudden denial. She peered at me hungrily through narrowed eyes, panting through full, parted lips, begging me for more but yielding to my authority.
I released her hand, and lifted my fingers to Ashley’s cheek, stroking her tenderly with my palm, She sighed, purring like a kitten, leaning her face into my touch. I shifted my grip to her neck, mirroring the hold I still had on Kat, then I pulled her forwards, kissing her quickly, unable to exercise the teasing restraint that I’d shown before. The hot warmth in my pussy was an inferno now, flames of intense desire licking my body with molten jolts of intolerable fire. There was only one way to douse those flames, only one solution to the growing conflagration, and my aching pussy throbbed, pulsing the answer out into my very being like a morse code beacon.
Ashley gasped in surprise at the ferocity of my kiss, allowing her mouth to fall to mine as her sensual sister had before her. With hungry abandon, I lapped at her lips, relishing the sweet taste of her lipgloss and intoxicatingly fresh scent of her skin. Then I locked my mouth on hers, pushing my tongue deeply into her, seeking out its writhing counterpart and finding it quickly. She moaned and writhed, body grinding up against me. Then Kat’s hands started their curious exploration, touching my arms, my breasts, my neck,
flicking between the pair of us in her insatiable need for sensation. I felt her fingers trace down my body, cresting the rise of my hip and the hemline of my dress. Then I sensed her touching my thigh, a gentle, a nervous caress with trembling hands. Her trepidation thrilled me, sending my body into a wild frenzy. I reached up with both hands and grabbed Ashley’s pretty face, holding her in place and devouring her mouth. Then I pulled away, still holding her head. My heart was hammering, my pulse racing. I was breathing heavily and my head was swimming.
“My… my feet,” I panted, gesturing down with my eyes. Both girls followed my gaze and a wave of understanding washed over them. I released Ashley and she slid away, following Kat as both girls flowed off the sofa to the floor with mercurial fluidity. I shuffled forward, relaxing back into the comfortable sofa and lifting my left leg, pointing the toe of my shoe back towards the entrance to the office, lengthening my leg invitingly. Both girls turned and gazed at my raised leg, hanging between them like a soft beam. They peered at it, eyes sweeping along down my thigh, over my knee, down to my ankle and my outstretched foot. They were transfixed, mouths hanging open with obvious desire.
“I want you to take off my shoe,” I said slowly, breathing my intent as sultry whispers, “and worship my foot. Take your time, we have all night,” I added with a sultry smirk, lifting my finger to my lips and nibbling it playfully. The girls nodded as they shuffled into kneeling positions, gazing up at me with lust and adoration. “Then,” I continued, “I want you to kiss and lick up the length of my leg until you get…” I paused and reached down, sliding the hem of my dress up over my thighs, allowing my legs to fall open to reveal the treasures that awaited my intrepid explorers. “Here,” I finally finished, touching my fingertips to my sex, allowing them to see that I wasn’t wearing panties, savoring their expressions as they gazed at my pussy for the first time, a sensual mix of excitement and nervousness.
I clicked my fingers and broke their transfixed stupor. The two actresses turned as one and regarded my foot with barely contained fascination. Then Kat reached up and gripped my stiletto heel. She paused and flashed a glance at Ashley, and unspoken communication passing between the two. May I? she seemed to say, requesting the thrill that she clearly wanted. Ashley nodded once, slowly. Then Kat began to slowly ease my shoe from my foot, sliding it over my toes with glacial precision. The pair seemed like children at Christmas, unwrapping a much anticipated gift, both wanting to play with their new toy but each keen to savor the sweet moment of revelation. Finally, the slow ritual ended and my foot was free. I flexed my toes, rippling them back and forth, stretching at the thin material of my pantyhose. And then they were on me, eager mouths and tongues smothering my soft foot with kisses and frantic licks.
They seemed insatiable, possessed vixens with one thing in mind. Yet for all their feral ferocity, they worked in perfect harmony, neither girl competing for the same taste or the same sensation. While Kat sucked on my toes, Ashley lapped at my heel and my sole, nibbling along the length of my arch. Each girl’s hand gripped me, holding my ankle in place. Then they swapped position, Kat kissing down behind my toes, Ashley licking up over the top of my foot. As they passed, they briefly broke off and kissed each other, exchanging a fleeting moment of shared intimacy, almost as though they were comparing sensual notes, and then they were off again. Ashley planting hot kisses on my toes, Kat sucking on my heel.
The sensation was indescribable. An unrelenting rush of warm attention, soft skin on my pantyhose, tongues wet and eager, hands sliding along the length of my leg. I pushed back into the seat, hands clawing at the cushions beside me. My head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, panting heavily, wondering if the two would even make it to my pussy before my orgasm erupted in my body. And still my pleasure grew, ratcheting up with every sordid taste, every obedient lick, every filthy thought inspired by the two young actresses who were devouring my foot. Then the synchronized sirens changed their actions, shifting their attentions upwards. I felt a warm absence as their mouths left my toes, the memory of their kisses evident in the wetness of my pantyhose. Instead, they began to work their way up my leg, following my instructions to the letter. They began at my ankle, peppering it with soft pecks and gentle flicks of their tongues. Sometimes, their tongues would brush together, distracting them from the task at hand and provoking a brief kiss. I didn’t mind, I could watch these two girls kiss all week and never get bored. But they always found their way back to me, driven by a need to please me and a need to taste me.
With long strokes, they swept up my calf, licking their way to my knee, alternating tongue with lips as they covered me in their attention. As they reached my thighs, I felt an intolerable rush of pleasure and anticipation, a sudden need for release and satisfaction. The time for foreplay was over, Becky needed hers!
With a long sigh, I lifted my leg and swung it over Kat’s head, positioning the two girls between my thighs. They turned to me, surprised by the withdrawal of their treat but eager to see what I would do next. I didn’t keep them waiting. Breathing quickly, I reached down with my hands and gripped the thin material covering my pussy. Then I dug my nails into it and ripped outwards, opening up a crude, circular tear in my pantyhose. Distantly, I felt a short note of regret. The pantyhose were one of Endless Legs’ most expensive brands, impossibly soft, impossibly sheer, completely seamless. But the regret was fleeting, replaced by raw animal passion.
Kat and Ashley looked at me, faces heavy with desire, then they glanced down as one as I tore the hole wider, revealing the dripping pink mass of my labia to them. Lazily, I stroked my finger over my wet lips, allowing them to see the glistening wetness with in, tempting them forward, hoping to tantalize them and overcome their first time nerves.
But such provocation wasn’t needed, and their intent was clear from the hungry expressions in their eyes and the way their hands crawled over each other’s bodies even as they waited for me to serve their next course.
I nodded slowly, granting them the permission they craved. Then I gripped my legs behind my knees and pulled them back, opening myself up as far as I possibly could, enough space to accommodate two eager mouths.
As one, they shuffled forwards, nervous and halting at first, but allowing their desires to drive them. Kat reached forward and touched the exposed flesh of my bottom through the ragged hole in my pantyhose. Her fingertips sent shivers of anticipation through my body, an electric jolt that fueled the fire in my pussy anew. Then Ashley leaned down and kissed my inner thigh, continuing the gradual progression that I’d so rudely interrupted, gradually working her way to my molten core. Kat’s probing fingers reached my pussy and she brushed against it, eyes locked on mine, studying my reaction. I sighed and smiled at her, encouraging her on with my expression.
The brunette exhaled and shifted position, lowering herself down from her knees and changing hands. Then she plunged her fingers into my dripping sex and slid her fingertips through my folds, her face lighting up with each new sordid discovery. As she pulled away, Ashley reached up and grabbed her wrist then licked Kat’s fingers, peering at me as she did so. Oh god, this was so hot. Each of these stunning young girls were so desperate to please me. I moaned my approval and urged them on, spreading my legs apart wider than ever. I only wanted one thing now, release.
The pair took the hint and shuffled together, positioning themselves on either side of my pussy. In unison, they both swept their hair aside and leaned over, lowering themselves down to my sex. I felt a sudden twin warmth as both tongues touched me at once - Ashley finding my hole and Kat my clit. They were cautious at first, nervous probing into an unfamiliar geography, the new sensations of taste and texture taking time to find places in their feverish minds. But they soon learned their way around, instinctively knowing what every woman knows deep down - how to please another woman.
Ashley began to lap at me, flicking her tongue over my hole, holding it rigid and plunging it into me, a sweet, maddeningly insistent entry that made
me crave more. As if reading my thoughts, she lifted her head, resting it against my thigh, then she plunged her fingers into me, first two, then three, then four. Each driving motion of her wrist filling me with more of her hand. I cried out, hot waves of pleasure accompanying every hot thrust of her arm.
Meanwhile, Kat sucked at my clit, swirling around it with her tongue, sucking that throbbing nub into her mouth and wrapping her lips around it. Then she began to press down on it, each time sending competing jolts of sensation through my body.
I moaned and sighed, entire body burning with the flame of my desire now, hot pussy smothered by the two eager novices, their undisciplined motions more than balanced by their unrelenting enthusiasm. I lost myself to the indescribable, unrelenting feeling of ecstasy that was flooding out from my sex, every slick entry of Ashley’s hand, every rough motion of Kat’s tongue, the way the two girls came together and kissed above me, only returning to my pussy when their needs or mine dictated it. The room became a blur and time became fluid, a flurry of tongues and mouths and lips and pussy and hot, hot sensual sex. I forced my eyes open briefly, struggling to regain my focus. I peered down at the two heads between my legs, bobbing up and down, blonde and brunette mops of dishevelled hair, and felt a hot rush through my body. My hands lifted up from beside me, falling onto my breasts, kneading them with an instinctual urge for a release that could only be articulated through climax.
Then, as though summoned from its lair, I felt the rising crescendo of my inner song, starting out low and quiet in my pussy’s slick depths, but gathering pace.
“Yes, yes, yes. Harder! Harder!” I cried out, not caring who heard me, seeing the living dolls between my legs as tools that I could use as I wish. They responded without question, quickly flipping places so that Ashley’s mouth was devouring my clit and Kat’s hand was plunging into my pussy. The variation in sensation was exquisite, powering my lust anew and building my orgasm to it inevitable chorus.
