Chapter 6
SIX
COLLIN
“I love watching my fuck-toy suck cock.”
Kayla runs her hands up my back, snaking one around my neck. My cock leaks in my joggers when she squeezes lightly while I mindlessly bob up and down on this stranger’s cock.
She uses her free hand to reach into my pants from behind me, fisting my length in a way that makes me groan around the cock in my mouth.
My hand continues massaging the man’s balls as I work him deeper down my throat.
My tongue strokes the underside of his shaft a few times, causing his balls to draw up in my hands, forcing me to smile around him.
“Uhh uhh, no coming yet, Sir. I’m not done with this pretty cock of yours.”
My focus lands on Kayla behind me who has now forgotten my neck in favor of reaching down the back of my pants and circling my hole. I should have just stripped so she could have her way with me while I pleased the stranger.
She places kisses along my shoulder, working her way up to my neck where she whispers, “They had lube in here, so of course I have to get this hole stretched out for me.”
My head falls back on my shoulders, but as I continue playing with the stranger’s balls.
I need to taste him again, so I wrap my lips around his head and swirl my tongue a few times—slowly—matching the speed of Kayla’s finger at my hole.
There’s something about being with others while we’re with one another that is so erotic for us.
And I don’t care what that says about us.
We’re happy and that’s all that matters.
My other hand takes over on the stranger’s cock, working him well from what his groans are telling me. I murmur to Kayla, “I want to taste that pretty pussy of yours tonight, Ma’am.”
I don’t waste any time getting him back into my mouth, my lips immediately hitting my hand still gripping the base.
Kayla is beside me on her knees working me open when she whispers, “Do you want him to fuck that tight ass of yours? I bet that downward curve will feel heavenly.” A moan crawls up my chest, and I know she’s right about that curve hitting that spot inside me. “I’ll get the condom ready.”
He must have heard her words, because as she tears the wrapper of the condom with her teeth and I continue bobbing my head until I feel him jerk in my mouth, spraying down my throat.
His deep voice rumbles as he tries to pull from my mouth. “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t even—” But I don’t let him back away. My fist grips his balls harder, pulling slightly to keep him in my mouth where I so desperately want him.
I swallow him down desperately as I chase my own orgasm to the sounds of his groans and Kayla’s head bobbing up and down on my length. She knows I’m close, and even though the stranger’s cock is softening in my mouth, I don’t want to release him.
Her hand reaches under my balls to work those same fingers back into place where she stretches me to her liking and hooks her fingers slightly, finding and holding pressure on my prostate.
“Fuck, Mistress, yes right there.”
She sucks me to the back of her throat, adds a little more pressure to my prostate, and starts to roll my balls in between her fingers—I see stars.
“I’m going to come, Mistress.”
Her head continues to bob up and down and I take that as my sign to finally let go. “Yes! I’m coming, Mistress!”
She moves to stand over me before squeezing the sides of my jaw with her hand, silently telling me to open for her. I do as I’m told and she lets my cum fall from her lips into my mouth.
“The fuck-toy gets all the cum tonight.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
We hear rummaging through the hole, like he’s fumbling with his pants, then “Fuck! I’ve gotta go find my ride…” almost like hearing me finish is what pulled him out of whatever haze he was in, and that’s fine for me.
We need to go find wherever-the-fuck Miles ran off to in his drunken state.