Caught - Part 2

Fuck, I can nearly feel it. I… What the hell?

I just heard a moan. Shit, either I’ve gone crazy or they’re having sex right next door. Before I can stop myself, I’m up and moving. I don’t think, I just walk out of the living room and straight down the corridor.

Their bedroom door is open. Wide open. On purpose?

I grab the doorjamb and take a deep breath. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t… Fuck it! I’m so hard I’m already leaking precum but it gets worse when I lean in and take a peek.

The first thing I see is that ass I’ve been drooling over all evening. She’s on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, her head bopping up and down as she sucks my friend’s dick.

She’s giving him a blowjob. The one thing I’ve been fantasizing about is happening right under my nose, except it’s not my cock being swallowed. That grates. And yet, I can’t seem to get my feet to move. I’m stuck in place, my eyes glued to the fingers I can now see creeping down her stomach.

Almost as if she can feel me there watching, she widens her legs, and I get an amazing shot of her shaved pussy. I stare, transfixed, as one slender digit parts her inner lips and flicks her clit.

She plays with herself, teasing her nub, sliding one then two fingers into her pussy. I can hear how wet she is from where I stand, and when she moans, the sound strangled, her mouth still full of dick, I nearly shoot my load.

That’s when I realize my hand is now back on my cock. Squeezing. It feels good but it ain’t nothing like my friend is getting. I ignore him as best as I can, ignore the way he’s fucking her mouth and how now he’s cumming and she’s swallowing it all. 

She is one fucking sexy woman.

Before I get caught, I tiptoe back to the cold sofa and lie back down. I need to cum. Soon. Now. Images of her ass run through my head. I’d give anything to pound into her, fuck her hard until she screams my name and cums all over my cock.

“Need some help with that?”

I freeze.

…to be continued…

Caught - Part 1

I feel like such a perv and yet I can’t help but watch her from the corner of my eye. She’s just standing there, humming under her breath as she stirs whatever she’s got on the stove. She’s dressed casually in a simple tee and yoga pants…and yet those pants are so tight they stretch over her ass. Damn but that ass looks fine. I wouldn’t mind cupping it with both hands and squeezing until she moans my name…just like my friend did to her only minutes ago.

Yes, I’m sitting in my friend’s house fantasizing about his girlfriend. So what? It’s not like anything is ever gonna happen. I know how happy they are. I know how hot she is in bed too, thanks to the daily musings from my friend. I seriously didn’t need him to tell me how she groans every time she tastes his cum. Really hadn’t needed that image in my head. Not now. Not ever.

Fuck but I want her. My cock stirs in my boxers and I shift on the chair, mentally thanking the tablecloth hiding me from everyone else. I look up then and catch her gaze. She’s leaning her hip against the kitchen counter, her hair partially hiding her face, and yet I see the way she’s biting her lip. What could she be thinking about? Me? Ha! Dream on, man, I groan at myself inwardly. Maybe I shouldn’t have accepted their offer to spend the night here. Maybe I should have stumbled into the cold and found a taxi somewhere.

I force myself to ignore her throughout dinner. I spend the next few hours playing whatever game my friend has decided is in right now, knowing she’s already gone to bed. Knowing she’s probably wearing tiny shorts and her ass is nearly bare under that duvet… For fuck’s sake, think of something else!

I can’t. Really, I tried but here I am, lying on the sofa like the poor lonesome cowboy while they’re cuddled up in their bed. I’m half drunk. I’m so fucking horny my cock is tenting the blanket they gave me.

I close my eyes and imagine her coming into the room, finding me with my dick in hand. What would she say? Would she quickly leave and act as if nothing happened? Or would she tiptoe to me and lean closer for a better look?

I moan under my breath and kick the blanket with my feet. Cold brushes against my bare body, my boxers now pushed down my thighs.

I need something and I need it now.

I clasp my cock with my right hand and hiss. I’d give anything to have her mouth on me right now, slowly licking me from my balls to my seeping head, humming like she was earlier tonight. She’d look up at me, lust in her eyes, lips parting to suck my head into her mouth.

Fuck, I can nearly feel it. I… What the hell?

…to be continued… (if you want more, tell me! :)

Come Play…

Gregory rounded a corner and stopped short.

His girlfriend was on the sofa, her gaze intent on the TV in front of her. The sound was turned low, but even if he hadn’t taken a quick look at the screen he’d have known what she was watching right away. The low moans and husky growls were a dead giveaway.

Aly was naked with one hand between her widespread thighs.

His dick twitched, as eager as he was to join her and start having some fun. He should have known she had something planned by the way she’d looked at him this morning. There had been a glint in her eyes when she’d kissed him goodbye, an extra sway to her hips as she’d walked to her car.

He leaned back against the doorjamb and quickly loosened his tie, never taking his eyes off her.

He watched as her left hand came up to pinch her nipple.

She didn’t let go for long seconds, her skin a bright red when she finally slid her palm down. It skimmed the rounded curve of her stomach, brushed the soft strip of curls hiding her pussy from view.

She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes.

Gregory was thrown back to the night before and how hot and wet she’d felt, how fucking tight she’d been around his pounding cock. She’d screamed her head off too, even biting his shoulder when her climax had hit. It’d felt so amazing, he’d come right there and then.

He glanced at the TV screen and the hardcore movie she was watching. A hot blonde was on her back with her legs wide open, another woman eating her pussy while a man fucked her mouth.

The actress was the stereotypical porn star. Inflated tits, tanned skin, long hair that always got caught everywhere. She wasn’t really his type, but he had to admit she looked fucking sexy. His girlfriend sure seemed to agree.

He caught the movement of her hips from the corner of his eye and turned back to her, only to notice she’d curled two fingers and slid them into her pussy when he wasn’t watching.

He drank in the sight, his palms itching to touch her, to feel how wet she was already. She was obviously waiting for him and yet he couldn’t seem to make himself move and go to her. He wanted to see how far she would take this.

Fuck, just the thought of watching her make herself come was enough to make him sweat.

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