She positioned the blade between the cups and flicked the knife upwards. The cups flew sideways landing almost against my armpits.
“You look delicious,” Sarah said, “but you need some decorating.”
“What?” I feign ignorance.
She produced some whipped cream and frothed up my pubic area with it. Then she drizzled chocolate sauce over and threw on a couple of strawberries and crushed nuts.”
A knock at the back door startled me.
She made to open it.
“Hey what are you doing?” I demanded.
“Don’t worry, I’d never let anyone harm you.”
“You’re not going to let someone in with me looking like this,” I said indignantly.
She opened the door and a woman stood there dressed in a security uniform.
“Everything alright in here?” the woman asked.
“Yes, would you like some coffee and crumpet?”
“No, I’d better not,” the woman said. “Just checking why the lights were on.”
“I’ve got cream and strawberries for you,” Sarah said, and pulled her inside.
“What the fuck?” the guard demanded.
“Help yourself,” Sarah said, “she’s all yours.”
“What’s going on here?” the guard said.
“Just having a little fun,” Sarah said.
“Well I haven’t had any fun for a long time,” she said, her hand resting on the baton she had attached to her belt.
“Hey,” I demanded as the guard began to inspect me. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just what you’ve always dreamed about. A woman going down on you while I watch,” Sarah said. “And keep those arms up.”
“No way Sarah,” I said, “this isn’t fair.”
The guard was touching me, her finger finding its way into my pussy and coming up with some cream which she licked and sucked deep into her mouth. I tried to keep my legs together pretending I was fearful of her.
“Oh, my, that is scrumptious,” she said.
“Be my guest,” Sarah said, “I’m going to honey up her breasts and cover them in peaches and Cointreau,” which she proceeded to do.
With the two of them working on my body and knowing there were a dozen guys watching on I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. Being an exhibitionist was awesome and playing the role of the unknown was even better.
I pretended to struggle while the two of them attacked me. Then Sarah came to kiss me dropped into my mouth the mashed peaches and Cointreau where we kissed and ate the fruit from each other’s mouths.
Then Sarah was peeling off her uniform while the security guard undid my wrists. Sarah hopped up on the bench with me and we sprayed cream all over each other. We wrestled on the hard surface slipping and sliding against each other, breasts against breasts, pelvis against pelvis until we were locked in a passionate embrace.
I held Sarah down and spread her legs while watching the guard go down on her. Then the guard and I were kissing, our tongues lashing out at Sarah’s flaps, slipping in and out of her pussy, our fingers finger-fucking her until she was screaming for us to stop.
I grabbed the baton from the guard’s belt and pushed it into Sarah’s pussy, fucking her with it while the guard watched on. Then while the baton was still inside her I sucked up her clit and began to rotate my tongue on it, tickling her clit until she was screaming for me to fuck her hard with the baton.
The guard’s phone rang, and she spoke hurriedly into it before leaving. Sarah and I cleaned each other’s bodies with cloths paying special attention to our private areas before getting dressed.
As we tidied up the chef came in and handed us the envelope.
“That was even better than yesterday,” he said. “You girls should do this full time.”
“We’re leaving day after tomorrow,” Sarah said, “but if we ever come back, we’ll be sure to look you up again.”
He locked us out and we made our way to the car.
“That was fucking brilliant getting the guard,” I said.
“I didn’t organize her,” Sarah said.
“You mean she really was a security guard? And you let her eat me out,” I demanded.
“You fucking loved it so shut up,” she said, and we laughed most of the way back to our apartment.
Yes, that had certainly been something but now as I said; allowing her to drive my dad’s car because she’d given me such great sex had turned out to be a disaster.
“He’s going to kill me,” I shouted, when I saw the damage.
“You can hardly see the dent,” Sarah said.