Chapter 10 Filthy #2
He holds his hands up in defense. “Whatever you want, man. I’m at your command.”
“Good. Let’s not keep her waiting.” Grabbing two filled glasses, I sit on the other side of the couch and pat the seat next to me. “Come here, Mouse.”
Poppy scoots over, making room for Warren to plop down, enclosing her between us.
I hand her a glass and drape my arm around her waist. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. A little nervous,” she answers, following with a timid sip of wine.
“I’d be worried you had Braden fooled if you weren’t,” Warren says.
“Fooled how?” she asks innocently.
Warren tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before answering. “Well, you’ve got him thinking you’re a shy little thing, yet here you are trying something most people wouldn’t even consider.”
“What does that say about me then?” Her embarrassment is endearing, but it’s the last thing I want her to feel.
“I think it shows that you’re brave and more adventurous than I’ve given you credit for,” I tell her sincerely.
“Or stupid for being promiscuous,” she counters.
I chuckle. “You’re far from. We’re three single adults doing what we want. We won’t do anything you’re not okay with. All you have to do is say no, and we stop. If you follow my lead, I promise you’ll walk away unscathed and more satisfied than you ever thought possible.”
She takes a deep breath and nods once with a look of determination. “So where do we start?”
“Don’t worry about that. Let’s drink our wine, relax, and I’ll take care of the rest. Deal?” I hold up my glass.
“Deal,” Poppy agrees.
They both meet me in a toast to seal it.
After about twenty minutes of small talk, Poppy’s shoulders have loosened, and she’s calm, not worrying over what comes next, which is perfect timing to move forward.
Taking her glass, I set it on the side table, then turn to face her. “I think we’ve deprived Warren of dessert for long enough, wouldn’t you agree?”
She doesn’t answer but turns beet red as Warren says, “Fuck yeah, you have.”
“What are you going to do about that, Mouse?” I ask.
“What should I do?” Her words are timid, nerves evident.
“Stand up and remove your dress,” I instruct, trying to make it easier on her by taking the guesswork out of the equation.
It seems to do the trick. Without answering, she rises from the couch and shimmies it up from the bottom, revealing that luscious ass with full grabbable hips. The sexy black G-string panties don’t leave much to the imagination, causing my dick to strain against my zipper, anxious to be released.
The dress continues to rise, unveiling the beautiful curve of her waist to her bare, braless back. When it’s finally lifted over her head, she stands before us, her nearly naked body on display.
Warren whistles as she drops it to the floor. “Fuck me six ways to Sunday, that’s the nicest ass I’ve seen. Fuck you for holding out on me, man.”
“So you do this often, I take it.” Poppy states, still facing away from us.
“Which means we know what we’re doing. Turn around, Mouse, show us the rest,” I demand.
She slowly rotates, her eyes widening at the large bulges we’re both sporting.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you caused this.” Warren grabs his cock and squeezes it through his pants. “Man… those tits are just as fine as that ass. I’d have considered keeping you to myself too. Now the real question is, what’s underneath those panties?”
“You heard the man,” I prompt, figuring she’ll take the hint.
Which she does, lowering them to reveal the tiny patch of red hair atop the prettiest pussy I’ve laid eyes on.
Warren groans. “Fuuuck. You’re killing me, man. If we don’t get somewhere soon, I’m taking over.”
“Come here, Mouse. Lay on the couch with your head in my lap and your feet on Warren.”
She does as told, then looks up at me, waiting for the next instruction.
I brush her hair from her forehead. “Now bend your knees and open your legs, then reach down and spread your pussy lips. Let Warren take a good look at what he’ll be feasting on.”
Scarlet blooms in her cheeks while she timidly follows my instructions. “This is humiliating,” she says, closing her eyes.
“Are you kidding me? This is hot as fuck.” Warren tells her, giving her the encouragement she needs.
“Open your eyes, Mouse. See the lust in Warren’s eyes. How you’re teasing him, making him want you so badly.”
She peels her lids up and looks straight at Warren, biting her bottom lip.
“Good girl,” I say encouragingly, still caressing her hair.
“Fuck, man, don’t make me wait any longer. I’m practically coming in my pants,” Warren begs as he devours her with his eyes.
“Touch her. Tell me how wet she is.”
Warren reaches forward and softly probes her entrance with a groan before slowly entering her. Poppy’s eyes close, and her hips lift, already begging for more.
“Damn, baby, you need to be fucked.” He looks up at me, pleading. “Why are we not?”
“Because you haven’t eaten yet. Why don’t you taste how sweet she is?” I give him the permission he’s been waiting for.
“Goddamn, it’s about time. You ready for me to rock your world?” he asks, receiving a nod in response.
He moves to his knees and lowers his head, not wasting any time as he licks her from bottom to top with one long swipe of his tongue.
“Oh, fuck, yeah. Even better than I expected. Hold on tight, sweetheart.” Warren dives in after that and laps at her entrance, eating her out like a man starving. Her hands grip the cushions as she writhes from his attack.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she bites her lip.
Fuck, I’m rock hard at seeing her reaction firsthand.
It’s just as enjoyable, if not more so, than being the one giving pleasure.
I undo my pants and stroke my cock with one hand while the other plays with her breast. It’s not long before I’m dripping with pre-cum.
Wiping it with my thumb, I bring it to her mouth.
“Open.” I push in past her lips. “Suck.”
She does, and the moan she releases at the same time makes my dick twitch. Fuck. I could practically come from this alone. I swear every lap of her tongue goes straight to my cock, causing more pre-cum to leak out.
Removing the hand from her breast, I gather more and replace one thumb with the other. “Keep it up, baby, cause my cock is the next thing you’ll be sucking.”
With my free hand, I pump my shaft slowly, barely able to hold back from losing it. Warren’s hands have joined the party with one working her clit while the other plunges into her cunt. Her cries of pleasure are intensifying, hips going crazy.
“Finish her off, Warren. I want to watch her fall apart.”
He intensifies his thrusts, and seconds later, she comes with a cry, releasing my thumb, her hips jerking as she climaxes.
“Oh God. Yes. Oh my God.” She moans the words between breaths as her face scrunches in ecstasy. Watching it play out firsthand is fucking phenomenal.
Warren works her through it and slowly retreats when she’s fully spent. “That was the best dessert I’ve had in a long time. Your new nickname should be Sugar.”
She giggles, probably too swept up from her orgasm to be shy.
“As sexy as that was, though, if my dick isn’t milked in the next few minutes, I’ll explode, so you better have a plan, dude,” Warren says as he sits back.
“I do, and we’re taking it to the bedroom.” I grab under Poppy’s arms and haul her off the couch over my shoulder.
“Braden, I can walk,” she screeches in protest.
My hand delivers a slap to her ass. “Are you in charge, Mouse?”
She squeaks out a no in response.
“That’s what I thought.”
When we reach the bed, I climb on and scoot up to the headboard, setting Poppy on my lap.
“So here’s what’s gonna happen. While Warren undresses, you’re going to assume the position on all fours and face me. Then, Warren’s gonna fuck your sweet little pussy doggy style as you suck my cock. You’re warmed up, so you should be nice and ready for him. We good?”
“Hell yeah. Is it my choice of holes?” Warren asks as he removes his clothes.
Poppy’s eyes bug out of her head, confirming she’s an anal virgin, which means double penetration is off the table.
There’s also no fucking way I’d allow him to have it before me.
“No. Her ass is off-limits.” I don’t even want him touching it before I do.
Nor am I letting him fuck her bare. I’m the only one to have that privilege.
“Grab a condom out of the drawer.” I nod toward the nightstand.
“I’m sure her pussy will satisfy me just fine, considering your infatuation with it,” he says, stroking himself as he reaches for protection while Poppy watches with interest, unmoving.
“You ready for me to fill you, baby? I need your sexy body before I explode, since the only place I plan to come is inside that juicy cunt.”
“Hop up, Mouse. Hands and knees, right here.” I pat the bed, and as she gets into position, I quickly remove my shirt, followed by my pants.
Once she’s settled, Warren climbs up behind her, rips the condom open, and sheathes himself. Poppy looks like a deer in headlights.
“Give her a lick, Warren, make sure she’s drenched.” I lean in and kiss her passionately to keep her mind distracted from overthinking.
Pulling back, I grab her chin. “Eyes on me while he feeds you his cock. Don’t close them, I want to watch you take him in.”
He lines up, waiting for my command.
“You know how fucking sexy you are, about to be filled with two cocks? Give her the first one, Warren.”
“With pleasure.” He slides in slowly, groaning along the way. “Holy fuck. This might be the tightest pussy I’ve ever had.”
My cock twitches at the memory but more so from seeing her reaction as he penetrates her—her eyes widening at the intrusion, mouth parting in surprise. It’s so fucking hot. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed watching this much.
“Dude, are you sure you fucked her? I swear this is a virgin pussy.”
For some reason, she looks distressed by his comment.
“Oh, I’m sure. No way could I forget the best fuck I’ve had in ages.”