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I sat at the table in the library, stretching and sipping on my coffee. Tucked away in the corner on a small table was peaceful and private to revise.
My friend Sasha sat opposite me. She was wearing leggings and a baggy wooly jumper, stretched around the neck showing a hint of her ample cleavage. I looked away and tried to hide my blushing. We were friends in the same course, but she was beautiful with short brown hair and pale skin and I’d had a few fantasies about her, my mind flitted back to a memory when I’d been thinking of her as I’d stroked myself last night. I felt my pussy twitch and knew that if I kept looking at her, my knickers would get very wet.
My phone buzzed and I saw the message from him. He knew I was here with her. Sasha saw me blush and asked who text me. I told her. She let out a little laugh and sat up from her work. She knew all about him, she asked what he wanted.
She leant over and swiped my phone before I realised what she was doing. I tried to act causally and laugh as she read out the text.
“She’s beautiful. Kiss her. Tell her you want her between your thighs and send me a photo. Perhaps I’ll come and see you both”. I expected her to laugh or act repulsed but she looked thoughtfully at the message. She held the phone in her hands and tapped it thinking.
“I’ve always wondered what gets him off. Let’s send him a photo and see what he does” she smiled as she said it but the look in her eyes made my mouth dry and my stomach flip.
She slid around her chair and played with my hair. She held the camera phone up above our heads, and gently pressed her lips to mine. I heard the sound of the camera click as her soft warm tongue entered my mouth. She pulled away slowly and placed the phone down on the table. She paused for a moment, she moved as if to go back across the desk and then changed her mind, placing her hand on my thigh.
I licked my lips and could feel the thick tension between us. I leant towards her and kissed her soft lips. She entered my mouth again this time more forcefully, she left one hand on my leg, gripping my thigh and the other she used to gently cup my face. I eagerly kissed her back and gently stroked her breasts over the soft jumper.
My phone buzzed and I gently pulled away to look. As I reached for the phone she burrowed her head into my neck and softly bit me, running her hand up my thigh and right between my legs. My leggings were only thin and she chuckled to herself.
“Well aren’t you enjoying this”
I blushed a little at her discovery of my wetness but it excited me that she knew. I read the text aloud “Well well well. Keep going good girl. I’ll be over soon. Make sure you’re both good and ready for me.”
She stopped biting me and looked up “What does he mean?” She asked. It was my turn to smile. I asked her what her limits where, would she let him watch, maybe touch her? “Yes” she replied. I quickly text him his permission and lay the phone down on the table.
I placed a hand on her thigh and gently slid it up her jumper. I felt her silky bra beneath my finger tips and was surprised to find a little clasp between her breasts. I grinned as I gently bit her lip and flicked the clasp open. Her gorgeous breasts popped free and into my waiting hands. I gently massaged them and flicked her nipples with my finger tips.
She moaned softly into my mouth before leaning back on the chair. I lifted the jumper up over her head bursa escort and cast aside the bra. I licked her erect nipples and gently sucked on one, whilst pinching the other, hard. She moaned and I placed a hand over her mouth.
I moved my hand down her body and slipped my finger tips under the soft black leggings, I found the top of her underwear and slid a hand down her soft mound. I found her pulsing clit and felt her sticky wetness. I gently stroked a finger down her clit and lips. She bucked her hips into my hand, urging me on and I felt her moan deeply into my hand.
I stroked again, moving my finger down to her pussy lips, then sliding my now wet fingers over her clit. Again. And again, slowly. Building her. I pressed my two fingers hard above her clit and rubbed down, flicking it. She groaned and I slid my fingers down, between her lips and jerked them deep into her. She moaned loudly and it felt like my hand did nothing to hide her moans.
“That will not do.”
I looked up, unaware someone was here. Sasha did too. It was him. He stood there, tall and confident. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and chinos. He looked so handsome. I hadn’t removed my fingers from Sasha and I felt her squirm under me.
She looked at me, and back at him.
“Sasha if you’re loud like that, you’ll ruin all the fun we’re going to have.”
He walked over and bent down, lowering his face he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. She kissed him back and I saw her push her tongue into his mouth.
He looked up, staring hard at me. A grin spread across his face for a moment. He told me to stand up. As I did I pulled my fingers from inside Sasha and brushed against her clit. She moaned again, softly.
I stood up and faced him. He stepped over to me, sliding a hand up my top. He grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple, hard. He kept his fingers around my nipple for a few seconds. My pussy twitched and I let out a gentle moan.
He slipped a hand under my leggings and down into my knickers, I felt his fingers stroke my pussy lips. They were soaking. My knickers were wet through.
“Such a good girl.”
He held his fingers up and I took them in my mouth, tasting myself and sucking them clean.
“Now take off our knickers.”
I did as I was told.
Sasha was watching us intently. I noticed she had one hand in her leggings and I watched the shape of her hand move underneath, rubbing herself, moaning softly.
He had spotted her too and chuckled.
“So noisy Sasha. We’ll fix that though. Put them in her mouth.”
Sasha tilted her head in confusion and her eyes opened wide as she realised what he meant. She started to protest as I walked over but he got there first. He softly grabbed her face and looked into her eyes, speaking gently.
“She is mine. If you want to play, you have to follow my rules. You have to be a good girl and do as I say. If you don’t want to – you can leave.”
As he said this he slid his hand into her knickers and started fucking her with his fingers. Slowly out and then hard and deep in. Over and over. She grabbed hold of the desk and moaned, leaving her mouth open.
I stepped over and stuffed her waiting mouth with my knickers. I blushed as I saw the obvious wet patch, knowing she would taste me. She closed her eyes.
He let go of her and moved away. I lifted his hand to my mouth and sucked his fingers clean. She tasted so good. çanakkale escort
He leant in and whispered into my ear.
“Make her cum, and maybe I’ll let you cum too”.
I pulled Sasha’s leggings down to her knees and lifted her jumper up over her head. She was still wearing her knickers and they were soaked through.
I knelt on the floor in front on her and kissed her neck softly, stroking my fingers over her knickers. Feeling her pussy lips beneath them. She thrust her hips up and into my hand. I kept stroking and kissed my way down, across her breasts, playfully biting each nipple, to just above the knicker line. I paused there and rubbed over her knickers a little harder. I felt her body tense and struggle to moan, my wet knickers softening her noises.
I pulled her knickers down to her knees, exposing her pussy. She’d soaked right through them and made a wet patch on the seat. I placed a finger either side of her lips and moved them up and down. Teasing. I bent my head just above her clit, so she could feel my breath on her skin.
She pushed her hand into my hair, grabbing a fist full and tried to push my head into her lap. I willing obliged and pushed my tongue against her waiting clit.
I felt another hand grab my hair and pull my head back, away.
“Sasha, lay on the table.” He commanded, she got up, as she did she struggled to walk, and he told me to help by removing her leggings and knickers, still on my knees I shuffled over to her and did as I was told.
Fully naked, Sasha lay on the table, her ass perched on the edge, so I could reach her. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at him.
“Hand me her knickers and stand up.” He said.
I took her black lace knickers and held them out to him. He took them and told me to turn around to face Sasha. I felt my wetness drip down my leg.
He placed his hands between my legs, pushing his fingers inside and spreading my wetness up and around my tight asshole. “You won’t be needing this” he said as he pushed her knickers inside my pussy. I loved that feeling, having my pussy full but aching for more, to be fucked. I was blocked and desperate. I licked my lips and bent over to return to her dripping pussy.
As I bent over I felt his hand thwack against my ass. Once. Twice. Three times he spanked me. I moaned and thanked him.
I buried my face into her pussy, thinking about the orgasm I might be allowed. I didn’t wait to tease, I thrust my fingers inside her and fucked her with them, hard, deep, slow fucks. I danced my tongue around her clit. Circling it then across. Round and over, again and again.
She lay flat on her back now, arching as I felt her quiver as she got close to cumming. She gripped the side of the table. I felt his hand grip my hip, his thumb stroked my asshole and I widened my stance slightly to balance myself as he thrust his cock into my waiting asshole.
I’d been training myself, but only with small butt plugs, he entered me and my ass tightened around him. The feeling was so amazing. I’d only been allowed to cum with my ass filled and I felt my body warm at the thought. He drove his cock deep into my ass with long powerful thrusts. It hurt a little bit, each thrust drew me closer to an orgasm, the tingling feeling spreading to my clit and making my desperate pussy ache.
I flicked my tongue over her clit harder now, speeding up my finger fucking, wanting her to cum. My body rize escort rocked as he continued to fuck me. I felt her pussy clench around me as I thrust again and again and felt her body convulse as she came underneath me.
I pulled away and admired the dripping mess she’d left all over the table. I stay bent over as he fucked me harder, faster. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so that I was staring at Sasha. She looked at me, her mouth full with my knickers, her eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed with her recent orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly, I could feel him getting closer and my stomach fluttered.
He let out a low moan and I felt his cum fill my ass. He fucked me so deep I let out a little moan as it pushed against me and pulled me open. He stepped back and I felt the sweet release as he left my asshole and his cum dripped out and down my legs.
I heard him pull his trousers up and fasten his belt.
I was wimpering now. Bent over, cum dripping down my legs and her wetness all over my lips, chin and fingers. I stayed were I was bent over as he helped Sasha off the table. He carefully pulled my knickers from her mouth. “I’ll keep hold of these,” he said.
She smiled and kissed him, bending down she kissed his cock. She redressed herself and looked at me in the same position they’d left me. “You’re fucking hot,” she said, then she turned, gathered her books from the floor and left.
I heard his foot steps behind me and he took my arm pulling me to face him. He kissed me roughly on the lips. His hand moved over to the pens on the desk next to us.
“Such a good girl. I think I’ll give you a treat.”
He took a pen, pushed himself against me and moved his arm around my waist down to my ass, and pushed the pen inside me. I moaned and clenched around it. “Thank you Sir”. He purred and placed another pen in my ass, and again, until five of them were sticking half out on my messy wet asshole.
I was panting now, teetering on the edge of orgasm, the slightest touch would send me over the edge. My body shaking in excitement and longing.
“We can’t have you making any noises now can we my desperate little slut?” he purred.
I shook my head and opened my mouth as he stuffed my own knickers inside.
He stepped back and admired the scene. There I stood, naked, my ass full of pens, my pussy filled with someone else’s knickers, my mouth filled with my own, and his cum dripping out of my asshole and down my legs. He looked at me, making eye contact and uttered the words “You may cum now” in the low commanding voice he used when he was satisfied.
I locked eyes with him as my fingers moved to my clit and gently stroked myself. It was so large and swollen, desperate for a release. I pressed my finger into my clit softly and circled, watching his reaction. I moved my fingers a litter faster, careful not to press too hard, I was so sensitive and raw, I felt my orgasm close. My whole pussy felt warm and tingly, I moved my finger back and forth across my clit, felt my orgasm build and felt myself fall over the edge.
“Stop” he commanded. I moved my fingers away and felt my orgasm ruin. I groaned in frustration and felt tears sting my eyes, the empty ache between my legs. He took the knickers out of my mouth and pulled the other pair from inside me, leaving me empty and wet. He pulled the pens out one at a time and placed them all on the table. He took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up to his. Kissing my lips.
“I know you love it when I ruin your orgasms, you’ve been such a good girl. I know it’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes, thank you Sir” I replied.
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Does it excite you to know that I wrote this with my ass full? That I reread it, edging to it – before letting myself orgasm as I reached the end? The thought of you staring at me as I did?
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