41. Kourtney #2
Anticipation shivers down my spine. “Guess it’s going to be a long night.”
Kourtney smirks. “We’ll see about that.”
I yank off my shirt and drop my shorts and boxers as soon as we get into the bedroom. I lie on the bed and reach my arms up over my head, resting my hands against the bars of the headboard.
“Such a good boy,” Celeste murmurs, pumping my dick a few times before releasing me. She reaches into Kourtney’s nightstand and pulls out our masks while Kourtney takes one of my ties out of the closet.
Celeste slips my mask on while Kourtney ties my wrists to the headboard.
The both of them step back and gaze down at me from opposite sides of the bed.
While Celeste pops her phone into the stand at the foot of the bed, Kourtney leans in and presses her lips to mine before sliding her mask into place.
Celeste pulls on her mask and fluffs out her hair. “You ready, boss man?”
“Give me your worst.”
She moves around the corner of the bed to stand behind Kourtney. “I know how much you like to watch.” She brushes Kourtney’s hair to one side and runs her tongue along her neck. “I’m going to make you beg to have your hands untied.”
My cock jumps as Celeste’s hands roam over Kourtney’s body, teasing her and causing goosebumps to spread across her skin. Kourtney sighs, letting her head fall back against Celeste’s shoulder.
Celeste dips her fingers between Kourtney’s thighs, swirling over her clit. “Lift your leg for him, little mouse,” she whispers. “Let him see what I’m doing to you.”
Kourtney rests her foot on the nightstand, spreading herself open.
Celeste’s finger plunges inside her, and comes out glistening.
She dips a second finger in, pumping them in and out of Kourtney in slow pulses.
The wet sound it’s making, along with Kourtney’s satisfied moans, makes me hard as a rock.
My dick bobs on my stomach like it’s attempting to reach out for my girls.
And Celeste notices, flashing me a devilish smirk. “Should we let him have a taste?”
Kourtney pulls out Celeste’s fingers and brings them to my lips. I wrap my tongue around them and suck off Kourtney’s sweet taste, humming my approval.
“Lie back on top of him and spread your legs,” Celeste tells her.
Kourtney climbs on top of me and lies down with her back flush against my chest. The head of my cock grazes her pussy, and I thrust my hips to get closer to her.
“Uh-uh,” Celeste tsks as she points a finger at me. “You don’t get to move unless I tell you to move.”
She brings the tripod closer to the right side of the bed and lowers it until the camera is level with the mattress. Then she kneels on the bed and settles between our legs.
I glance down over Kourtney’s body and watch as Celeste sucks me into her mouth. She releases me too quickly and runs her tongue over Kourtney’s pussy.
Kourtney moans and arches her back, running her hands over her breasts and swirling her fingers over her nipples.
My hands jerk against the material restraining them.
It’s a delicious kind of torture being able to look and not touch.
If I could, I’d be the one toying with my wife’s nipples and bringing Celeste’s mouth back to my throbbing cock.
Kourtney turns her head and captures my lips while Celeste goes down on the both of us at the same time, taking turns sucking and licking.
I feel her take my dick and rub it back and forth against Kourtney’s pussy, making both of our hips buck.
I’m dying to sink inside of her, to feel her clench around me.
But Celeste won’t let me do that just yet.
“Get up and suck his cock,” she commands. “But don’t let him come.”
Kourtney scrambles off of me to obey, and then my wife’s warm mouth wraps around me.
Celeste straddles my face and lowers herself until I can feel her wetness on my waiting tongue. She grips my hair and moves her hips over me, riding my face and taking what she wants from me.
Our eyes lock as I gaze up at her, and I wish she would untie my hands so I can hold her tits and feel their weight while they bounce above me.
“Oh, fuck. Just like that.” Celeste rocks her hips as my tongue swirls faster. “Yes, baby. Just like that.”
Her praise makes my dick swell as Kourtney torments me, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat until she gags. Then she pulls back and sucks on my crown, leaving me begging for more before repeating it all over again.
It’s not long before Celeste breaks apart. The sound of her screaming while she comes on my face is enough to drive me over the edge, but just as I get there, Kourtney releases my cock from her mouth with a pop, and my orgasm rolls back out to sea.
Celeste rolls off the bed and digs into the nightstand while Kourtney crawls on top of me and kisses me hard, tangling her tongue with mine. “I love the way she tastes on you.”
We turn our attention back to Celeste, and Kourtney grins.
Celeste dangles one of her dildos in front of her face. “Lie down next to your husband.”
I’m not worried about the things we say on camera. I can always edit them out. But hearing Celeste use these real-life names, like little mouse and husband, makes me feel like she’s not just putting on a show for the camera.
She’s as much in this with us as we are, whether she wants to admit it or not.
Kourtney lies to my left, and Celeste lowers herself down to my right. She’s sandwiching me between them, forcing me to be as close as possible to them while she continues her game.
“Get this nice and wet for your wife’s pussy.” Celeste pushes the dildo inside my mouth to coat it in my saliva. “You’re going to watch me fuck her, and if you beg just right, I might let her fuck you when I’m done.”
I grit my teeth and suck in a deep breath, unable to do anything except watch as Celeste leans over and slides the dildo inside of Kourtney.
My wife pulls her knees to her chest and spreads herself wide, crying out as Celeste sinks it deep inside her before pulling out and plunging back in.
I groan, half in pleasure and half in agony.
Celeste crawls over the top of me, leaning down with her ass in the air to flick Kourtney’s clit with her tongue as she fucks her. If I had a free hand, I’d spank her ass raw for teasing me like this.
“How bad do you wish this was you, boss man?” she whispers. “How much do you wish you could drive your cock inside her?”
I’ve never come without physical touch, but it feels like I’m pretty damn close to it right now. The more Celeste talks and the louder Kourtney’s moans get, the more my cock aches for a release.
I pull against the tie holding my hands in place, and the headboard bangs against the wall. “Please, let me fuck her.”
Celeste keeps pumping in and out in a steady rhythm, bringing Kourtney closer to climax. “I like the way you sound when you beg.”
“Parakalo, kókkino. Please let me come.”
With that, she pulls the dildo out of Kourtney. “Fuck him now.”
Kourtney wastes no time straddling me and sinking down on my cock. We both cry out in relief, and she rubs her clit while she rides me.
Celeste relaxes back against the headboard and fucks herself with the dildo beside me while she watches.
I commit it to memory—the way she moves it in and out of her, the way she plays with her nipples, the rhythm of her hips. One day, she’s going to come on my cock, and I’m going to give it to her exactly the way she likes it.
It doesn’t take long for Kourtney and I to come, and I roar my release, my hips lifting Kourtney off the bed as I spill my cum inside of her.
The three of us are a panting, sweaty mess when we stop the camera and collapse onto the bed. Finally, Kourtney unties my wrists, and my tired arms fall limp on the mattress.
“Aww, come on, Kourt.” Celeste shoots her a wink. “I would’ve left him like that a little longer.”