“Do what?”
“Fuck you Rebecca. My husband Jason would run his big cock up your wet pussy and make you cum like it was your last… oh, oh, OH fuck…” Her moaning and masturbating are reaching a fevered pitch.
“I can feel him Kara. You’d let your faithful husband fuck me? Would you watch? God, please tell me you would watch Jason fuck my pussy.”
“Shit Becca!” she cries, clearly nearing the edge. “I can’t believe this. Oh my fucking god!”
“Oh Kara, you’re beautiful. Tap that pussy, pinch that big ol’ clit for me!”
“Nnnnhhhnnn… SHIT! I’m gonna cum Becca, right… noooowww ooohhhh gooooodddd!!!”
“Oh fuuccckkk you sound… so good Kara. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuucckkk! OOOHHHHhhhhhh FFFFFffffffuuuu!”
We cry in each other’s ear as we come… my fingers frantically mashing my clit… my hips jerking uncontrollably. It’s thrilling and insane at the same time, as Kara and I had never even talked sex with each other, aside from joking around. Pure bliss ripples out of me at the new intimacy we are forging together. It’s exhilarating.
“Oh Kara,” I moan as I settle back, “that felt soooo damn good. Holy fuck.”
“Becca?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never done that with someone before,” she reveals softly.
“Me either,” I say.
There is a long pause and shuffling on the other end, I imagine clothes straightening or the pulling up of some pants. Then she surprises the hell out of me.
“You’re coming over,” she informs me.
“What?”
“Becca, I’m not sure if anything will actually happen, but who else do you have to confide in?”
“No one.”
“Exactly,” Kara replies, “so we’ll have you over for dinner tomorrow night, and the conversation will lean gently toward sex. Jason already knows what you’re dealing with, and I could tell he was concerned for you when he asked me to call. We’ll just see where it goes. Sound good?”
“Sounds… great,” I breathe, naked and sweating on my couch, “one thing. Won’t Jason be a little suspicious about me just coming over the next day after such a strange conversation? I won’t be able to make eye contact.”
“Okay, I can see how that would be weird. I have an idea…”
***
Oh my god so many thoughts swirl through my head as I beat my swollen clit like a dirty rug.
Jason has a big cock. That thought alone is going to keep me busy for days.
Kara has a big clit. I never knew another woman’s body part could get me excited, but I can’t stop imagining what it might feel like to have a big one, and what it would feel like to touch someone else’s.
Kara wants Jason to have sex with me. To fuck me. To use my body for his own pleasure while I lay there and take it. Every urgent thrust. Every cunt filling stab. His body crushing mine while he fucks the hell out of me in front of his wife. Kara urging him on and rubbing her big clit while she watches him fuck me.
Fuck me.
He’ll fuck me on their bed, and maybe my hands will be tied. Oh god Jason. Fuck me, yeah… that’s it… fuck that naughty pussy. Harder. Harder!!… Oh god I can’t believe it… nhhhh… oh fuck… FFFFFUCK MEEEEE JASON!!
My body explodes from the intense visualization and penetration of three fingers jammed deep in my hungry sex. Wild visions pour across my consciousness as I come, visions of drinking Jason’s cum, eating Kara’s pussy and the three of us fucking every way possible… and I come… and come… and come.
***
I wake in the middle of the night on my couch, a little freaked out where my fantasies take me, and how quickly they push the limits. Kara just asked me over for dinner, and instantly I’m picturing them both having sex with me.
Okay, we did share an unexpected orgasm together on the phone. That isn’t nothing. She also told me she wanted Jason to have sex with me. Fuck. Now that is definitely something, everything really. I guess I’ll have to wait and see and follow her lead.
I trudge off to bed, and for the first time in quite a while I sink into my sheets and fall right to sleep.
That night however, my dreams get the best of me.
***
I’m at my desk at work, and Jason comes in with a file to look over. For some reason he is wearing very tight-fitting pants, and the outline of his cock presses an undeniable shape into them running down the inside of his thigh.
“Becca!” he barks, “eyes up here.”
I am staring at his crotch, and when I look up, he is gripping a rope and pulling down. I feel my arms stretch to either side and I’m being lifted into the air above my desk. I try to scream but no sound comes out.
I look down and can see over the top of everyone’s cubicle as I rise, and all eyes are on me. Jason keeps pulling the rope tighter, and I’m nervous about what everyone thinks of my predicament.
Just then my shirt starts to come loose, and I want to pull it back into place. With my arms bound, I can only watch it sag further and further. My pants slip, and I realize I forgot to wear a belt.
“Jason, stop,” I try to say, “my clothes are falling off,” but the sound is lost, and he doesn’t hear me. Gary, my boss, steps beside him and looks up at me, saying something to Jason I can’t hear.
I feel my blouse pop open and can see people looking at my bra. I feel so embarrassed, and even more so when my slacks sink lower, and then slip to my thighs. I try to move my legs to keep them from falling off, but that causes them to hook my panties.
Before I know it, I’m hanging over my desk half-stripped. My panties are barely holding my pants up, and half an ass cheek is out. I hear Cassie from the next cube complimenting my underwear for god’s sake!
Jason and Gary are talking as if I’m not hanging over them with my clothes peeling off. My blouse slips from my shoulder, even though my arms are out. I try to hold it on with sheer will. Again, it is my bra holding my shirt up, but the heavy fabric tugs one of the cups downward and a bare breast spills free.
No one seems to notice, even as my panties let go of my other ass cheek and slip down my legs. My bra stretches and hangs by a single strap, the last vestige of my dignity. Then of course it snaps and tumbles down, leaving me hanging over my desk naked and petrified.
Everyone goes about their day, occasionally glancing up to me with mild interest and then moving along. I feel my body reacting to being naked, a drop of moisture descending the inside of my thigh.
Just then someone is behind me, even though I’m hanging in the air. I sense breath in my ear and a pair of hands reach around and clutch my breasts, tugging my nipples in front of everyone.
“Are you ready Becca,” says a woman’s voice, “for my Jason to fuck the shit out of you?”
“Kara,” I moan as one of her hands pushes down my stomach and cups my bare pussy, “what’s going on?”
She doesn’t acknowledge me but keeps talking.
“You’re fucking wet already, you slut,” she hisses in my ear. “It won’t be enough, you know. He’s going to rip this pussy apart with his monster cock.”
She pushes a finger into me and my walls tighten around it. Her moans in my ear heat me even more.
“Mmm Becca, your pussy is really tight,” she moans, “That’s good. My husband demands tight pussies to feed his thick cock into. I told you how he takes what he wants, didn’t I? How he fucks a bare cunt until he fills it with cum?”
My head spins as more fingers slip into me, and Jason turns to look at us.
“Show her the goods babe,” Kara says down to him, rhythmically plunging her long fingers into me.
Then we are no longer in the office, but on a large bed in a dark room. Kara is next to me, fully clothed with her hand between my spread legs, her fingers dipping into me. I try to move, but my arms are still tied. Jason is in his work clothes, but he unbuckles his belt.