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Perched high in the Hollywood Hills, our generous host's home offers a million dollar view to match it's multi-million dollar price tag. The perfect setting for a brave new adventure long in the making.
Seductively smiling at you, I pull you closer. I can feel the heat of your body while I trace your face with my fingertip, pausing for a moment as it traverses your lips. Your eyes close as I continue down your neck to your collar bone, tipping your head back as I place both hands on your shoulders and gently slide them down your arms until I reach your slender hands. As I do, you squeeze mine in return, letting me know how much you like my touch.
Breaking your grasp, I move both hands lower again, down each hip until reaching your upper thighs just below the bottom of your delicate sun dress. I slide them around you to lightly graze your perfectly round ass before returning to your hips to grasp the hem of your dress. Slowly I lift it and you raise your arms for me, allowing me to pull it above your head and off of you. It's too pretty to just throw on the floor, so I gingerly toss it onto the back of a chair that is near us.
Your body is spectacular. Nicely tanned and with not even a freckle of imperfection, you look like you've been air brushed. I love your simple white thong and matching push up bra. A light breeze blows in the open windows and I can see goose bumps raise on your arms and thighs, along with two larger bumps beneath your bra.
You turn away as I watch and slowly walk outside before stopping and placing your hands on the deck rail. Your body is perfect. I can see an alluring amount of space between your thighs and the heart shaped curvature of your bottom. Your waist is to be envied, as is your perfect amount of side boob. Your brunette hair blows in the breeze, occasionally falling again to cover your back to a place just below your shoulder blades.
I follow you outside now. My husband is sitting near the fireplace to our right, where he had gone a little while ago to give us some privacy. You don't want privacy do you? You wouldn't have come out here if you did. He didn't want to make me nervous by watching me as I tried to figure this all out tonight, but you don't care if I am. It's ok actually, because surprisingly I am not.
I move closer to you now before my body makes contact with yours. I smell your wonderful fresh hair before lightly kissing your neck, my hands wrapped around your body. I slide them up higher over your rib cage until making contact with your bra. I cup the underside of your breasts gently before lifting and pressing them togther more firmly. I hear a small moan escape your parted lips. A finger slides beneath your bra, searching for more. I find it in the form of your hardened dime-sized nipple. A louder moan comes from you now.
My other hand slides down your tummy until my fingers find the top of your tiny G-string. I slide them inside, exploring the freshly waxed smoothness and tiny target that you have prepared for me tonight. Hooking a finger in the waist, I pull it downward until it falls to your ankles. You step out of it as my hands reconvene at your bra, unclasping it and removing it as well.
I glance back at my husband now. His belt is unbuckled and his pants are open. He's stroking his cock slowly, which is just beginning to harden.
You turn to face me now, your perfectly rounded breasts standing firmly at attention. You pinch your nipples lightly as you wait for me to disrobe for you. Your eyes glance over at my husband for the first time yourself and you smile at the sight of his beautiful erect penis while he enjoys your body.
I slide the spaghetti string of my feather-light sun dress from one shoulder, before following with the other. Gravity does the rest as it falls to the floor. Unlike you, there are no undergarments to remove since I came here tonight fully aware that I would not be needing them. You smile seductively with a sparkle in your eyes and I can see that you approve of my body as well. You move forward and gently grasp the sides of my face before placing your warm and wet lips against mine in a soft and lingering kiss.
You drop a hand slowly, tracing down my body, over my breast, and to my side before finding my hand and moving toward the door to return us to warmer confines. As we walk bare-footed back inside toward the sofa, the sound of my husband's dress shoes on the floor behind us tells me he knows I am no longer nervous. I want him to follow. I want him to watch.
You direct me to sit on the sofa and lie back, never losing contact. My hair cascades around me and I open my knees so you can crawl closer. You hover above me, your hair dangling just low enough to brush my skin as you survey my body. My breasts tingle as your hair drags across them, my nipples hardening and shrinking to show you I want more. You touch one with the tiniest amount of contact, your tongue begging you to allow it to move it closer, your teeth wanting to join in as well. All in good time.
Your head lifts, searching for my mouth which it finds with an additional move upward. You lower your lips in a teasing kiss. I lift my head and press back harder. Much harder. Your lips are soft and warm. They feel better than a man's. Our tongues dart in and out of each other and I hear myself give a muffled moan. We breathe in and out through each other, not wanting to break the contact.
Our breasts press together. We are both so well endowed that there is little room for them between our petite frames. I'm hot, really hot and can feel the sweat beginning to start between us, our skin sticking together. I lift my knees and wrap my legs around you. If you had a cock I would be begging you to fuck me by now, but you don't and I could care less. You're soft and perfect, not prickly like a man. No wonder men love women, we feel incredible!
I can feel my pussy growing wetter as we finally break our kiss. I turn my head, realizing I have been oblivious to my husband's presence. He is reclined in a large leather love seat and is no longer dressed. He's stroking his now rigid cock very slowly, enjoying the action but in no hurry to pleasure himself. I know what he's thinking, that he's never had a threesome before and hopes this is the night. I don't know if it will be yet, this is my fantasy, not his. Can I mix my first experience with a woman with our first threesome, or will it have to wait for another fantasy night? I'm not sure yet, so he'll have to wonder for a while longer.
You slide down my body now, breaking the hold my legs have on you. Your breasts slide easily over my skin and brush my belly piercing. I grab at you to resist, knowing what you want but not sure that I do. You push my hands away, not to be denied what you desire. I feel the warmth of your hands again as they gently push my thighs open to my feined resistance. My body accepts its fate. I want this.
You brush your hair back over your shoulder to get it out of the way for yourself. It has the additional benefit of allowing me to watch you as well. I feel my head being lifted and realize it's my husband. He places a small decorative pillow under it to allow me to watch without effort. I give his cock a thank you stroke before he sits on the end of the couch to watch. Sly move. Not yet honey.
I had myself waxed this morning for you and it's probably the best one I've ever had by pure luck. I want to be perfect for you. I have a very compact vagina with the smallest of slits - Barbie like in appearance. Your breath is hot and moist as you look up at me with the kindest of eyes that tell me I'm safe. You extend your tongue and touch me with the slightest contact, so close to my clit but yet miles away. You're torturing me. Before I can beg you to, you kiss me on my magic spot before plunging your tongue forward with more forc. My body wrythes. Bliss.
Your face is so soft as it touches me, unlike the roughness of a man's face that is all I have ever known. I love this. I feel myself growing wetter as you attend to me and I lift my hips in approval. Your hand slides upward and pinches a nipple, now rock hard and erect for you. I moan loudly now so that you know you are doing everything I wanted. Your eyes gaze upward as you taste me, locked on mine. I press my breasts together for you as you penetrate me with a finger from your other hand. My back arches violently in pleasure.
You work harder now, fingers and mouth working in unison to please me. You have but one goal and it is very near. I grasp your head on both sides and watch you lap at me. Your finger strums my inner spot while your tongue dances around my outer one. How do you know my body so well? I can't hold out another second. I give myself the release I crave as you stare into my eyes. You slow your efforts and attempt to keep me at my peak as long as possible before my head finally falls back, breaking our connection.
You roll to your back, both of us staring at the ceiling while you let me recover. I'm measuring my orgasm against the many hundreds of others I have had in my life - all with men. This might have been the best. Am I just caught up in the moment to think so, or is it really so? I'm not sure, but one thing I do know is I never thought a woman could give me as much pleasure as a man.
What are you thinking now? Are you waiting for me to reciprocate? I don't know if I can. I don't know if I'm ready or not. I don't think I could perform remotely close to as well as you just did.
You sense my tension and put me at ease with a simple stroke of my cheek. I look to my husband, reclining comfortably and watching for what I will do. He gives me a gentle smile which relaxes me and gives me confidence. I turn and kiss your lips again. You taste good. I move my hand to your breast and circle your nipple with my finger. You purr like a kitten so I pinch it a little harder between my fingers and you smile. I feel better now. You want me. I roll on top of you and pin your wrists to the pillow before kissing your neck. I straddle you, my breasts hanging above you before I lower my mouth and take your nipple between my lips. It's so pink and tiny. I feel incredibly sexy. You pretend to struggle in my grasp, letting me dominate you. My husband is stroking himself again.
With a come hither motion of your captive index finger, you motion to him and invite him to join us. He stands up and walks to us, his penis rigid and swollen with desire from watching us. Your hands slip my grip and reverse the hold, now controlling me as he steps behind me. He moves closer between my feet before taking himself in his hand and positioning his cock at the entrance to my sopping pussy. I feel the pressure of the head as he secures my hips with his hands and penetrates me. I scream out as he plunges deep inside me while you resist my efforts to pull my tiny wrists free.
He works me harder now as I find your mouth and press mine hard against it, only pulling back to whimper as I am taken. Our breasts are smashed together again and my teeth clack on yours as I am repeatedly driven forward and pulled back. You release my wrists now so I can brace myself better. I arch my back allowing my tits to swing to and fro over you. My husband slows his pace, then pulls back to release the last of the control you both had on me.
I'm exhausted. I roll off of you and onto my back. We look at each other before I nod my consent to you. You sit up on the edge of the sofa for him to gaze down upon you. He slides a hand under your hair and against the back of your neck as you take his cock in your hand and raise it to your lips. Your tongue darts in and out and playfully circles the rim of the head before tasting the clear droplet of pre-cum that has appeared in the center. You must like it because you immediately open your jaw wider for him as he holds you firmly and slowly slides into you, inch by inch, while I watch.
My you are talented. You hold him there, letting him enjoy the feeling of the back of your throat as you breathe through your nose. I can see your oustretched tongue caressing the underside of his testicles while you give him the helpless puppy eyes all men want to see. I can't help but touch myself again as I feel myself becoming quickly aroused again.
I move behind you and straddle you, my hands wrapped around cupping your breasts. I hold you tight while he takes you. That's it baby, have your way with her. You make loud gurgling sounds as he fucks your skull with increasing vigor and a long gelatonous rope of saliva hangs from the point where his cock meets your lips. You give a loud gasp, letting us know you need air. He pulls out of you and gives you what you need, before lying down on his back next to us.
We move in unison to our knees and squeeze ourselves between his spread legs, his feet on the floor. I hold his cock for you as you give it a lick from root to tip, before doing the same for myself. We tease him with our eyes as we alternate sucking him. He's moaning now. I can tell he is close. He's been such a good boy all evening, watching us pleasure each other while sitting alone. He deserves to feel good too.
We hold the base of his cock together as we slowly slide our outstretched tongues upward while locking eyes with him in tandem. He is so long that it seems to take an eternity to reach the tip but we've timed it perfectly. His body racks as his orgasm overcomes him. Steamy white pleasure pulses between our lips that meet each other hungrily. Each of us tries to out beg the other as he fills our mouths and coats our lips, before the excess runs from the corners of our mouths and down his shaft. As his cock falls away to regroup, our lips slide tightly against one anothers, tongues fluttering, while we greedily share the fruits of our labor.
You remain now as the lone participant remaining unfullfilled. You've pleasured us both unselfishly and completely. It's your time now. My fears are gone, a distant memory now as I push you back. We need to give you the same incredible attention you've given us. My husband slips behind you as your chair back and you lie back onto him. He slips a hand under each of your hamstrings and pulls your legs back and outward to open you for me. I kneel on the floor in front of you reveling at the beauty of your compact little package which looks amazingly like my own. Silky smooth and bare, you've waxed yourself for me as well today.
I lightly caress you before pulling outward very delicately with my thumbs to expose your rigid pearl. You bite your lip with anticipation as you prepare yourself. My tongue extends with pointed tip as I make contact. You moan loudly for me and beg me. Stop torturing you, you cry. End your longing. My husband releases your now numb legs and you wrap them around my neck while grabbing my hair to hold my head on you. I work harder for you. I can tell you want it rougher. I oblige you, my hands flailing blindly above me searching for your breasts. I want them but I can't see. I can sense by my husband's movements that something has changed. I fight to see through my tossled hair for what it is. For an instant I catch the image of him kneeling over you, his cock down your throat as he rises and falls, squatting above you like a human pile driver.
You press my head back down to the task at hand. I can't believe how soft you are, how good you taste. All my inhibitions are scattered to the cool wind blowing hard through the open windows now, your hips rising and falling in a syncronized ballet with me. Your legs squeeze me harder as I feel you tense, then quiver violently. I can hear your struggled gasping coupled with the wettest of sounds. My mouth never wavers from its duty while I lift my eyes to see. Your breasts heaving mightily, your hips gyrating wildly to the orgasm I have brought upon you. Beyond your beautiful mounds, I can see my husbands tight testicles contracting time and time again while his buried cock fills your tender throat.
A perfect ending to a perfect evening in the Hollywood Hills.
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