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Beth smirked at her friend across the room and quickly sipped from her mid afternoon glass of Chablis in an attempt to stop herself from giggling. Jenna, her friend since school, wasn't fairing quite so well in stifling her own fit of girlish giggles. As her shoulders began to silently shake, Beth knew it was only a matter of time before her friend would let out her customary bizarre high pitched whine, which always preceded the inevitable complete break down into hysterics for both women.
Beth had been here many times before. Like the time, many years ago at a party, where Beth awoke to the feeling of the bed moving in a tell tail rhythmical fashion. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted to the site of Jenna with her legs in the air as she lay next to her, being clumsily fingered by Dave from office supplies. It only took her a couple mocking porno style moans in the darkness to set Jenna off, completely destroying the final faint wisp of erotic atmosphere that was left, simultaneously sending Dave packing to the sound of howls of laughter.
Unfortunately, the feel good factor of raucous laughing didn't really seem to rub off on Andrew either, who looked up from his manly sawing of a piece of 2 by 4 sensing that he might be the focus of the current bout of laughter.
Andrew’s only crime was having been hired as handyman by Beth to build a new bespoke dining table … and being in his early twenties, roguishly good looking, dressed in a tight white t-shirt which clearly emphasized his immaculately toned torso … oh, and being unlucky enough to have both these thirty something ladies in rather buoyant mood after their second glass of white.
The obvious clichés and parallels to a ‘classic’ porn film scenario were not lost on the girls. They watch their man closely as their paper thin pretense of needing to watch the TV in the same room as Andrew, grew thinner and thinner. Every innocent moment of his muscular arms, his manly stance while sawing, his bending over in tight pants, all took on a whole new meaning as the giggling became less controllable.
Andrew became more and more uncomfortable, as he slowly realised quite how much he was under scrutiny. His increasingly self-conscious movements making the situation even more like the staged opening from a dodgy porn film.
Jenna texted Beth again from across the room as they outwardly feigned conversation about something banal
–Maybe you should get him to fix the cable, or take a look at your ‘plumbing’ next?! ;) x
As wine spurted out of Beth’s mouth at remarkable speed, covering the coffee table in front of her and triggering the biggest fit of teenager like hilarity yet, Andrew felt his temper finally find its limit.
Usually a fairly calm and friendly guy, even he was shocked at himself as he turned to face his tormentors and blurted “you know what, you two are a pair of CUNTS, do you know that?!”.
Silence reined for a few horrible seconds, Beth and Jenna’s mouths fell wide open as they stared away from Andrew. Their inability to look at irate workman or themselves, betrayed the fact that they had indeed been rumbled. There was simply no pretending that they had been laughing at something else, but through the fog of afternoon drinking, they had clearly not realized just how obvious it was.
Andrew turned and walked out of the room and out of the house.
“Erm, did he actually … call us …” said Jenna incredulously.
Both girls were clearly jolted by the confrontation and the use of that word. Beth looked at her friend, a conflicting mixture of shock, guilt and disgust paralyzing her response for a moment.
“Where did that come from?” she eventually managed, “he seemed so … so … nice …”.
After five or ten minutes of baffled discussion, they slowly began to regain their composure.
“Well he must be coming back, he’s left all his bloody tools all over the floor!” exclaimed Beth.
Jenna, never one to deal with confrontation in any form, took this realization to help her decide that maybe it would be ‘best’ if she was somewhere else right now.
“You know, it’ll be less awkward if its just one of us” Jenna half sniggered.
Beth was quite used to this reaction from her friend, and didn’t bother to argue her case, with just the thought of ‘yeah, best for you, you mean’, running through her mind as she showed her to the door and her escape route.
Beth sat quietly on the sofa, quickly downing her third large glass of wine as she talked herself through how to handle the situation. As she pored herself an unprecedented fourth glass of the afternoon in the kitchen, she heard the offending workman returning to the scene of the crime in the living room.
Nervously she walked back through and stood at the door, watching him clearing his tools as if to leave.
“Erm …” Beth stammered, a mixture of wine and trepidation clouding her mind and blunting her normally excellent communication skills. “I’m sorry if we offended you, but um, you know, it wasn’t because we were trying to wind you up”.
The workman didn’t pause for a moment “It’s fine, don’t worry about it”, he said broodingly.
After a moment Beth then ventured “You know, you didn’t have to say … you know … that word … its very …”
“What? Cunt you mean?” Andrew replied curtly. The explicit use of the word being used again jolts her almost harder than the first time. “Erm yes …” says Beth, not expecting another rendition.
“It’s not like we were … actually being nasty or anything … so could you please stop, you know … saying … ”.
He immediately halts what he’s doing, cutting her off before she finishes without actually speaking himself. He pauses for a moment and turns to face her. Beth takes a little step back, the tension in the air is palpable as this previously quite young gentleman now suddenly seems a little dangerous.
“Ok” he finally utters, “so if you weren’t being cunts, what were you doing”?
Once against the word makes Beth physically and mentally flinch, a reaction which clearly gives her tormentor some sense of satisfaction and revenge.
“Erm well … you know …” she starts, realizes how incredibly awkward explaining this is going to be. “It was mostly my friend” she blurts out almost in desperation, “she just thought you were … you know … quite …erm … hot”.
Beth flushes a deep crimson colour, almost in disbelief at herself and her clear and obvious embarrassment.
“I see, and that’s why you were laughing like a pair of giddy little 16 year old girls then?” he asks sarcastically.
“Well … not exactly” Say Beth quietly, realizing she’s cornered she steals herself for moment and then reluctantly admits “Jenna thought it was like a scene from an old dirty movie …you know, the sexy workman in a woman’s house … with two frustrated … erm …” Beth tails off before she nervously gives away any more information than she means to.
With her head down looking at her toes, she misses the little smirk that eventually cracks across Andrew’s face.
“So … instead of being cunts … you were thinking with your cunts?” He mocks, beginning to enjoy himself.
“Erm no … it was just … a laugh, you know” says Beth even more meekly.
“At my expense” He adds quickly.
The workman leaves the silence hanging, toying with her as she visibly squirms, her back now pressed up against the hallway wall as he gradually edges closer, through the door of the living room and encroaching on her personal space. Once again Beth tries to steal herself, takes a deep breath and lift her head to look at him, trying to regain some control over the situation.
The moment almost vibrates with tension through Beth’s now trembling body, as she holds his penetrating gaze. A mixture of fear, defiance floods through her. Her mind awash with emotion and alcohol, when suddenly as the fear is flecked with a hint of excitement as she notices his smile.
“Look …” She starts with new defiance.
“Do you think I’m ‘hot’ too?” Andrew interrupt’s, teasing and setting her off balance once again and regaining control “Or was it just your mate?”.
Again he leaves the silence hanging. Beth can only continue to stare unblinking into his eyes, blushing profusely betraying her arousal an uncontrollable rising excitement deep in the pit of her stomach.
“Maybe this is how you saw this porn story playing out? Hmm? And maybe you secretly like me using the word cunt too” he whispers as he steps close to her ear.
Beth closes her eyes and almost audibly gasps. The confidence and sheer physical perfection of this man is over whelming, as is the surprise of what that word is doing to her. Sending shivers through her body, and the unmistakable feeling of tingling and swelling of her clit.
Rational thoughts and her conflicted internal dialogue finally begin to wilt in the face of a deep a****l like desire that begins to over come her whole being. Her eyes remain tightly closed as she breathes deeply again, his body so close she can smell his masculine scent. “Cunt” she says as if testing it in her own mind. A wave of delicious pleasure surges through her body at the liberation of breaking one of her biggest taboo’s.
“Cunt” she whispers almost so quietly that he can’t make it out.
“What did you say you naughty girl?”. He whispers back.
Beth opens her eyes with sudden but still tenuous sense of empowerment and self-assurance, looks him straight in the eye and shyly says “Touch my cunt”.
They both pause for moment as she smiles a devilishly at him. “please touch my cunt you fucker”.
Andrews smile is small but full of intent as his hand drops to the hem of Beth’s skirt, just above her knees. “More insults eh? I can see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson young lady”
Beth feels his coarse fingertips trailing slowly up her thigh, as she feels his penetrating gaze on her even with her eyes now firmly closed and whimpers quietly at this first touch, the cooler air against the skin of her upper thighs making her feel deliciously exposed.
The workman’s fingers reach the edge of her simple white knickers, tracing a slow line where her skin meets the cotton material. Andrew looks down “little white virgins knickers eh?” he queries toying with her. “I think you’d suite sluty crotchless ones better if you ask me” he says quietly in her ear.
Beth’s heart pounds even harder at the use of this new, challenging word. “No” she whispers defiantly. “Don’t say that”.
“What sluty? Slut?” Her breathing grows heavier, betraying her obvious arousal. His fingers slowly travel across the front of her panties, then under, pulling them away from her sensitive skin.
“I think you like it” he challenges, looking down to where his fingers are teasing. “You’ve leaked all over these you naughty girl. Only a slut would have knickers as wet as this”.
Andrew firmly pulls the material up between her lips and against her swollen clit, making her bite down on her bottom lip. “You’re going to do everything and anything I say, do you understand young lady?”.
Beth’s increasing sense of helplessness makes her crave his touch even more, the realization of years of secret fantasies coming true flooding her body with a desire that threatens to take complete control of her reason, paralyzing her attempt to respond.
Andrew pulls up harder as he forces her back against the wall with his powerful body, slapping the bare exposed lips of her pussy, making her cry out. “No, I’m not a slut!”.
He smiles knowingly “well you might not be a slut, but you’re going to be my slut, whether you like it or not”
Slowly Andrew wraps one finger around the top of her bunched up knickers, pulling them away from her skin, then gradually out from between her soaking lips. Inch by inch she feels the material easing out from her aching pussy, slick threads of fluid connect to her panties as they finally come away from her entrance.
“Please touch it” She begs as she feels her underwear falling down her legs to the floor. “Please touch what?” Andrew toys with her. “You know need, touch it, please!”.
Andrew’s finger slowly circles the top of her thigh, well away from the intended area. “Here, maybe? I can’t touch it if I don’t know what it is, now can I”?
Beth knows what she has to say. The anticipation of being made to say it again sending a shivering waves of pleasure from the pit of her stomach, through her groin and swelling her clit even more.
“Please touch my cunt” She says in quiet desperation, pushing her hips forward and moving her ankles apart, her body and mind urging him in unison.
“Good girl” Andrew smirks “as a reward I’ll do one better than that …”
Slowly he sinks to his knees, guiding both her hands to the hem of her skirt to hold, and starts to kiss her thighs softly.
He moans as she feels him kissing and then lick over a patch of wetness left by her knickers. The reassurance he likes her taste only serving to heighten her desperate craving for what is about to come next.
For a moment, his lips are gone, only his fingers remain, teasing ever closer to her smooth shaved lips. Then the small, but unmistakable feeling for his burning wet tongue trails up the centre of her ultra sensitive flushed red lips. Just the tip to begin with, as he repeats the motion, a fraction more of his tongue probing between her lips each time.
She feels his fingers gently pulling her lips slightly apart, making the entrance of his tongue even easier as it momentarily brushes over engorged clit for the first time.
“Yes” she gasps simply. Quietly at first, but more and more confidentially each time his tongue flicks over and around her clit.
“Do you like this?” Says Andrew, questioning the obvious.
“You know I do” Breaths Beth heavily.
“Then tell me you need your sluty cunt licked”.
“Noooo” whines Beth, almost beyond frustration while simultaneously feeling like her pussy has become almost entirely fluid.
“Say it!” he demands firmly, spanking her lips harder than last time causing her to cry out.
“Say it, or you don’t deserve it!” as he spanks her twice more.
This is as much as she can take, suddenly all trace of self control and resistance vaporizing “lick my sluty cunt NOW!” she cries out. Beth’s hands grasp the back of his head, forcing his face into her liquid crotch. His tongue lapping over her clit as she gyrates her hips, his upper lip pressing hard against the mound of her pussy.
His moans grow louder as she feels herself soaking his mouth and chin, pushing his head down and rubbing herself all over his face, demanding that he “tongue fuck my cunt too”.
She can feel his strength as his hot delicious mouth devours her sopping folds, pushing her back, hard against the wall and over to the corner, giving her just enough support to put one leg over his shoulder, opening her entrance and pushing down further onto his tongue.
“Now my sluty dirty clit again” She demands as she feels three of his fingers suddenly ramming inside her eager pussy, filling her and giving her exactly what she needs. “YES! Finger fuck me like a slut you cunt”. She exclaims, knowing the aggression will only make him do it harder to ‘punish’ her. Beth quickly feels herself start to tighten around his slippery fingers, the tingling indescribable feeling of orgasm building and spreading from the tight knot in the pit of her stomach.
The feeling builds and builds, higher than Beth had ever thought possible, her body completely possessed as she grinds her hips back against his face, six month of physical frustration, and a lifetime of average sex poring out of her body in one incredible moment.
Her body shaking as the climax peeks and then very slowly begins to subside. Legs giving ways as she gradually slides down the wall panting hard. His hands on the cheeks of her arse, helping her down to the floor. Gradually, both are at the same eye level again. Andrew’s smile is lighter than before, broader and friendlier again. “Now you have got something to laugh about with that friend of yours” he grins. “But don’t think I’m finished with you yet either …”.
Beth’s expression suddenly transforms from satisfied half blinking stupor, to wide-eyed surprise at the thought of taking any more. Andrew, understanding her concern, nods his head reassuringly. He places his hands on the tops of her knees that are pressed closely together, and moves them wide apart as she sit on the floor. They hold each other gaze for a moment. Andrew then looks down at her swollen pussy again, clearly and overtly admiring it while she watches him.
She can see the out line of his erect cock, straining inside his tight pants. Her pussy still throbbing, this time with a dull ache from her recent orgasm still pulsating through her flesh. Her lips stinging slightly from the roughness of his stubble making it feel more alive and receptive than ever before.
“Are you going to fuck me?” Beth quietly whispers. This time it’s Andrew that doesn’t respond. Transfixed by her beckoning pussy, still soaking and glistening with wetness.
“Are you going to fuck my sluty cunt with your big fat cock, hmm?”.
Andrew slowly raises his head, his smile wiped from his face and simply nods …
Beth had been here many times before. Like the time, many years ago at a party, where Beth awoke to the feeling of the bed moving in a tell tail rhythmical fashion. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted to the site of Jenna with her legs in the air as she lay next to her, being clumsily fingered by Dave from office supplies. It only took her a couple mocking porno style moans in the darkness to set Jenna off, completely destroying the final faint wisp of erotic atmosphere that was left, simultaneously sending Dave packing to the sound of howls of laughter.
Unfortunately, the feel good factor of raucous laughing didn't really seem to rub off on Andrew either, who looked up from his manly sawing of a piece of 2 by 4 sensing that he might be the focus of the current bout of laughter.
Andrew’s only crime was having been hired as handyman by Beth to build a new bespoke dining table … and being in his early twenties, roguishly good looking, dressed in a tight white t-shirt which clearly emphasized his immaculately toned torso … oh, and being unlucky enough to have both these thirty something ladies in rather buoyant mood after their second glass of white.
The obvious clichés and parallels to a ‘classic’ porn film scenario were not lost on the girls. They watch their man closely as their paper thin pretense of needing to watch the TV in the same room as Andrew, grew thinner and thinner. Every innocent moment of his muscular arms, his manly stance while sawing, his bending over in tight pants, all took on a whole new meaning as the giggling became less controllable.
Andrew became more and more uncomfortable, as he slowly realised quite how much he was under scrutiny. His increasingly self-conscious movements making the situation even more like the staged opening from a dodgy porn film.
Jenna texted Beth again from across the room as they outwardly feigned conversation about something banal
–Maybe you should get him to fix the cable, or take a look at your ‘plumbing’ next?! ;) x
As wine spurted out of Beth’s mouth at remarkable speed, covering the coffee table in front of her and triggering the biggest fit of teenager like hilarity yet, Andrew felt his temper finally find its limit.
Usually a fairly calm and friendly guy, even he was shocked at himself as he turned to face his tormentors and blurted “you know what, you two are a pair of CUNTS, do you know that?!”.
Silence reined for a few horrible seconds, Beth and Jenna’s mouths fell wide open as they stared away from Andrew. Their inability to look at irate workman or themselves, betrayed the fact that they had indeed been rumbled. There was simply no pretending that they had been laughing at something else, but through the fog of afternoon drinking, they had clearly not realized just how obvious it was.
Andrew turned and walked out of the room and out of the house.
“Erm, did he actually … call us …” said Jenna incredulously.
Both girls were clearly jolted by the confrontation and the use of that word. Beth looked at her friend, a conflicting mixture of shock, guilt and disgust paralyzing her response for a moment.
“Where did that come from?” she eventually managed, “he seemed so … so … nice …”.
After five or ten minutes of baffled discussion, they slowly began to regain their composure.
“Well he must be coming back, he’s left all his bloody tools all over the floor!” exclaimed Beth.
Jenna, never one to deal with confrontation in any form, took this realization to help her decide that maybe it would be ‘best’ if she was somewhere else right now.
“You know, it’ll be less awkward if its just one of us” Jenna half sniggered.
Beth was quite used to this reaction from her friend, and didn’t bother to argue her case, with just the thought of ‘yeah, best for you, you mean’, running through her mind as she showed her to the door and her escape route.
Beth sat quietly on the sofa, quickly downing her third large glass of wine as she talked herself through how to handle the situation. As she pored herself an unprecedented fourth glass of the afternoon in the kitchen, she heard the offending workman returning to the scene of the crime in the living room.
Nervously she walked back through and stood at the door, watching him clearing his tools as if to leave.
“Erm …” Beth stammered, a mixture of wine and trepidation clouding her mind and blunting her normally excellent communication skills. “I’m sorry if we offended you, but um, you know, it wasn’t because we were trying to wind you up”.
The workman didn’t pause for a moment “It’s fine, don’t worry about it”, he said broodingly.
After a moment Beth then ventured “You know, you didn’t have to say … you know … that word … its very …”
“What? Cunt you mean?” Andrew replied curtly. The explicit use of the word being used again jolts her almost harder than the first time. “Erm yes …” says Beth, not expecting another rendition.
“It’s not like we were … actually being nasty or anything … so could you please stop, you know … saying … ”.
He immediately halts what he’s doing, cutting her off before she finishes without actually speaking himself. He pauses for a moment and turns to face her. Beth takes a little step back, the tension in the air is palpable as this previously quite young gentleman now suddenly seems a little dangerous.
“Ok” he finally utters, “so if you weren’t being cunts, what were you doing”?
Once against the word makes Beth physically and mentally flinch, a reaction which clearly gives her tormentor some sense of satisfaction and revenge.
“Erm well … you know …” she starts, realizes how incredibly awkward explaining this is going to be. “It was mostly my friend” she blurts out almost in desperation, “she just thought you were … you know … quite …erm … hot”.
Beth flushes a deep crimson colour, almost in disbelief at herself and her clear and obvious embarrassment.
“I see, and that’s why you were laughing like a pair of giddy little 16 year old girls then?” he asks sarcastically.
“Well … not exactly” Say Beth quietly, realizing she’s cornered she steals herself for moment and then reluctantly admits “Jenna thought it was like a scene from an old dirty movie …you know, the sexy workman in a woman’s house … with two frustrated … erm …” Beth tails off before she nervously gives away any more information than she means to.
With her head down looking at her toes, she misses the little smirk that eventually cracks across Andrew’s face.
“So … instead of being cunts … you were thinking with your cunts?” He mocks, beginning to enjoy himself.
“Erm no … it was just … a laugh, you know” says Beth even more meekly.
“At my expense” He adds quickly.
The workman leaves the silence hanging, toying with her as she visibly squirms, her back now pressed up against the hallway wall as he gradually edges closer, through the door of the living room and encroaching on her personal space. Once again Beth tries to steal herself, takes a deep breath and lift her head to look at him, trying to regain some control over the situation.
The moment almost vibrates with tension through Beth’s now trembling body, as she holds his penetrating gaze. A mixture of fear, defiance floods through her. Her mind awash with emotion and alcohol, when suddenly as the fear is flecked with a hint of excitement as she notices his smile.
“Look …” She starts with new defiance.
“Do you think I’m ‘hot’ too?” Andrew interrupt’s, teasing and setting her off balance once again and regaining control “Or was it just your mate?”.
Again he leaves the silence hanging. Beth can only continue to stare unblinking into his eyes, blushing profusely betraying her arousal an uncontrollable rising excitement deep in the pit of her stomach.
“Maybe this is how you saw this porn story playing out? Hmm? And maybe you secretly like me using the word cunt too” he whispers as he steps close to her ear.
Beth closes her eyes and almost audibly gasps. The confidence and sheer physical perfection of this man is over whelming, as is the surprise of what that word is doing to her. Sending shivers through her body, and the unmistakable feeling of tingling and swelling of her clit.
Rational thoughts and her conflicted internal dialogue finally begin to wilt in the face of a deep a****l like desire that begins to over come her whole being. Her eyes remain tightly closed as she breathes deeply again, his body so close she can smell his masculine scent. “Cunt” she says as if testing it in her own mind. A wave of delicious pleasure surges through her body at the liberation of breaking one of her biggest taboo’s.
“Cunt” she whispers almost so quietly that he can’t make it out.
“What did you say you naughty girl?”. He whispers back.
Beth opens her eyes with sudden but still tenuous sense of empowerment and self-assurance, looks him straight in the eye and shyly says “Touch my cunt”.
They both pause for moment as she smiles a devilishly at him. “please touch my cunt you fucker”.
Andrews smile is small but full of intent as his hand drops to the hem of Beth’s skirt, just above her knees. “More insults eh? I can see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson young lady”
Beth feels his coarse fingertips trailing slowly up her thigh, as she feels his penetrating gaze on her even with her eyes now firmly closed and whimpers quietly at this first touch, the cooler air against the skin of her upper thighs making her feel deliciously exposed.
The workman’s fingers reach the edge of her simple white knickers, tracing a slow line where her skin meets the cotton material. Andrew looks down “little white virgins knickers eh?” he queries toying with her. “I think you’d suite sluty crotchless ones better if you ask me” he says quietly in her ear.
Beth’s heart pounds even harder at the use of this new, challenging word. “No” she whispers defiantly. “Don’t say that”.
“What sluty? Slut?” Her breathing grows heavier, betraying her obvious arousal. His fingers slowly travel across the front of her panties, then under, pulling them away from her sensitive skin.
“I think you like it” he challenges, looking down to where his fingers are teasing. “You’ve leaked all over these you naughty girl. Only a slut would have knickers as wet as this”.
Andrew firmly pulls the material up between her lips and against her swollen clit, making her bite down on her bottom lip. “You’re going to do everything and anything I say, do you understand young lady?”.
Beth’s increasing sense of helplessness makes her crave his touch even more, the realization of years of secret fantasies coming true flooding her body with a desire that threatens to take complete control of her reason, paralyzing her attempt to respond.
Andrew pulls up harder as he forces her back against the wall with his powerful body, slapping the bare exposed lips of her pussy, making her cry out. “No, I’m not a slut!”.
He smiles knowingly “well you might not be a slut, but you’re going to be my slut, whether you like it or not”
Slowly Andrew wraps one finger around the top of her bunched up knickers, pulling them away from her skin, then gradually out from between her soaking lips. Inch by inch she feels the material easing out from her aching pussy, slick threads of fluid connect to her panties as they finally come away from her entrance.
“Please touch it” She begs as she feels her underwear falling down her legs to the floor. “Please touch what?” Andrew toys with her. “You know need, touch it, please!”.
Andrew’s finger slowly circles the top of her thigh, well away from the intended area. “Here, maybe? I can’t touch it if I don’t know what it is, now can I”?
Beth knows what she has to say. The anticipation of being made to say it again sending a shivering waves of pleasure from the pit of her stomach, through her groin and swelling her clit even more.
“Please touch my cunt” She says in quiet desperation, pushing her hips forward and moving her ankles apart, her body and mind urging him in unison.
“Good girl” Andrew smirks “as a reward I’ll do one better than that …”
Slowly he sinks to his knees, guiding both her hands to the hem of her skirt to hold, and starts to kiss her thighs softly.
He moans as she feels him kissing and then lick over a patch of wetness left by her knickers. The reassurance he likes her taste only serving to heighten her desperate craving for what is about to come next.
For a moment, his lips are gone, only his fingers remain, teasing ever closer to her smooth shaved lips. Then the small, but unmistakable feeling for his burning wet tongue trails up the centre of her ultra sensitive flushed red lips. Just the tip to begin with, as he repeats the motion, a fraction more of his tongue probing between her lips each time.
She feels his fingers gently pulling her lips slightly apart, making the entrance of his tongue even easier as it momentarily brushes over engorged clit for the first time.
“Yes” she gasps simply. Quietly at first, but more and more confidentially each time his tongue flicks over and around her clit.
“Do you like this?” Says Andrew, questioning the obvious.
“You know I do” Breaths Beth heavily.
“Then tell me you need your sluty cunt licked”.
“Noooo” whines Beth, almost beyond frustration while simultaneously feeling like her pussy has become almost entirely fluid.
“Say it!” he demands firmly, spanking her lips harder than last time causing her to cry out.
“Say it, or you don’t deserve it!” as he spanks her twice more.
This is as much as she can take, suddenly all trace of self control and resistance vaporizing “lick my sluty cunt NOW!” she cries out. Beth’s hands grasp the back of his head, forcing his face into her liquid crotch. His tongue lapping over her clit as she gyrates her hips, his upper lip pressing hard against the mound of her pussy.
His moans grow louder as she feels herself soaking his mouth and chin, pushing his head down and rubbing herself all over his face, demanding that he “tongue fuck my cunt too”.
She can feel his strength as his hot delicious mouth devours her sopping folds, pushing her back, hard against the wall and over to the corner, giving her just enough support to put one leg over his shoulder, opening her entrance and pushing down further onto his tongue.
“Now my sluty dirty clit again” She demands as she feels three of his fingers suddenly ramming inside her eager pussy, filling her and giving her exactly what she needs. “YES! Finger fuck me like a slut you cunt”. She exclaims, knowing the aggression will only make him do it harder to ‘punish’ her. Beth quickly feels herself start to tighten around his slippery fingers, the tingling indescribable feeling of orgasm building and spreading from the tight knot in the pit of her stomach.
The feeling builds and builds, higher than Beth had ever thought possible, her body completely possessed as she grinds her hips back against his face, six month of physical frustration, and a lifetime of average sex poring out of her body in one incredible moment.
Her body shaking as the climax peeks and then very slowly begins to subside. Legs giving ways as she gradually slides down the wall panting hard. His hands on the cheeks of her arse, helping her down to the floor. Gradually, both are at the same eye level again. Andrew’s smile is lighter than before, broader and friendlier again. “Now you have got something to laugh about with that friend of yours” he grins. “But don’t think I’m finished with you yet either …”.
Beth’s expression suddenly transforms from satisfied half blinking stupor, to wide-eyed surprise at the thought of taking any more. Andrew, understanding her concern, nods his head reassuringly. He places his hands on the tops of her knees that are pressed closely together, and moves them wide apart as she sit on the floor. They hold each other gaze for a moment. Andrew then looks down at her swollen pussy again, clearly and overtly admiring it while she watches him.
She can see the out line of his erect cock, straining inside his tight pants. Her pussy still throbbing, this time with a dull ache from her recent orgasm still pulsating through her flesh. Her lips stinging slightly from the roughness of his stubble making it feel more alive and receptive than ever before.
“Are you going to fuck me?” Beth quietly whispers. This time it’s Andrew that doesn’t respond. Transfixed by her beckoning pussy, still soaking and glistening with wetness.
“Are you going to fuck my sluty cunt with your big fat cock, hmm?”.
Andrew slowly raises his head, his smile wiped from his face and simply nods …
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