8
ALISTAIR
This was not at all how I saw my night turning out, being strapped to a bed naked by two gorgeous women who are currently making out in front of me. I’m not mad over it. I’ll take whatever begging this Vixen girl wants from me because I would rather see Elle being fucked by her than another man. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, and maybe it’s chauvinistic to be like that, but I know my dick, and it will get more pleasure out of two women enjoying themselves than watching Elle with some dude.
I lay back and watch Vixen pull Elle’s black slip dress up and over her head. She then spins Elle around, so she’s facing me at the end of the bed and unhooks Elle’s black lacy bra. I watch it flutter to the floor. Vixen then plucks Elle’s nipples, and Elle closes her eyes and lets out a small moan. My dick twitches over the sound.
Easy boy, more is about to happen, don’t blow too soon.
Vixen then slides her hand over Elle’s taut stomach and down beneath her black panties.
Oh shit.
Elle’s legs shuffle open, and I watch as Vixen’s hand moves between Elle’s thighs.
Oh, shit again.
I tug at my restraints, trying to get a closer look. My eyes land on Elle’s face which has a bright flush of pink to it, her eyes are closed, and her teeth have sunk into her bottom lip as her hands clench beside her.
Dammit. I want to see what Vixen’s doing to her.
“Ready to beg yet?” Vixen asks, smirking at me over Elle’s shoulder.
Yes. I am.
I’m not too proud to beg.
The words are on my lips before they are interrupted by Vixen.
“You start begging, and I’ll stop what I’m doing and walk right out that door,” Vixen warns me.
She sucker-punched me in the balls.
I suck in a deep breath and try counting to one hundred to ease my blue balls that seem to be increasing their throbbing. I watch Vixen’s hand move back and forth, restricted by Elle’s thong, but Elle doesn’t seem to mind judging by the moaning coming from her. Moments later, Vixen’s hand slips from between Elle’s thighs, and I hear her audibly hiss at her for doing it, which makes Vixen laugh.
I think Vixen’s a sadist.
“Take off your wet panties, Elle, and give them to me,” Vixen directs, and Elle does as she’s told and hands Vixen her underwear.
Then I see the smile that curls up across Vixen’s red lips as she moves from Elle and walks over to me, dangling the black lace thong on her finger. She then lowers it and tickles my nose with the lace.
Fuck.
A growl falls from my lips as I smell Elle’s arousal. Her sweetness tickles my nose, and my dick throbs with need. He wants to be balls deep inside that sweetness.
“She smells good, doesn’t she?” Vixen asks.
I nod enthusiastically because it’s the truth.
“Here, taste her,” Vixen says, placing the fingers she had in Elle’s cunt into my mouth.
Fuck. Me. Dead!
I can taste Elle as if my tongue was getting it directly from the source. I suck Vixen’s fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue against her skin, licking her clean of Elle.
Vixen chuckles when I’m done. “He’s such a good boy, Elle.” Vixen grins before placing Elle’s underwear on my chest, so I must continue to breathe in Elle’s sweetness.
Fuck.