“Yo u ’re so horny tonight,” she murmurs against my ear, in a breathless voice that tells me how aroused she is too.
“Circumstances,” I respond, and laugh softly. When I glance Mac’s way, I find myself wondering what his cock looks like. The moment is surreal, but the fact that it’s happening is making me so hot and slick that the tops of my thighs are damp.
She pulls the corset into place, lacing it quickly. Mac watches, and the bulge at his groin is getting bigger. My nipples practically burn with pleasure. The leather is hard against my skin, so tight.
“I want you to dress me now,” she states.
She thinks this is dressed? No wonder it makes her feel even more undressed. Wearing only a pair of boots and a corset can do that. She shrugs her shoulders and her kimono falls to the floor, then she stands sideways to the bed. I kneel at her feet to zip her boots. They are PVC knee length, 1960s chic with massive, futuristic platforms. Dressed, she will look like a glossy manga diva. She is a chameleon, immediately at home in whatever time period she decides to adopt.
My hands shake as I zip the boots along the inside of her legs. With my hands around her PVC-clad calves, I glance at her shaven pussy, the urge to touch her there overwhelming. She’s looking down at me and responds with a naughty smile.
“Is my girlfriend aroused?” Mac’s question makes my stomach flip.
“Yes, very aroused. I think she likes this,” I say from my place at her feet. I have such a crush on her that I am aching from it.
“Do you think she would like you to touch her, to make it better?”
“Maybe just a kiss,” I whisper, the words catching in my throat.
“Naughty girl,” Chloe says. She covers her pussy briefly with her hands, playfully, and then puts her hands back on her hips. I stare up at her as I kiss her pussy, sinking my tongue into its groove to seek out her clit. Her body grows taut, and she moans. That sound makes my hips roll and I close my eyes, revelling in the taste and feel of her in my mouth. Her clit is swollen and her folds slick. She wants this; the knowledge of that fact sends shivers through my core.
“Corset now,” she murmurs, but I can see that it’s taking all her effort not to break with her plans — because they are plans, I sense that now.
I stand and take the garment from her hands, lean in and wrap the leather around her torso. She holds it loosely in place while I begin to lace it up from the waist. As her breasts are gradually pulled tighter, and higher, I sigh. “You look so hot.”
“So do you.” She points at the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door.
I glance over. Yes. We look strangely obscene and powerful, with shiny black boots and corsets, our naked pussies proudly on display. I can see Mac on the bed in the background, sipping his wine, watching us. Instinctively, I move closer to Chloe, moulding against her.
“Ladies, you’re not even laced up yet,” Mac chastises mockingly.
I reach for the laces again. Oh, but squeezing her breasts tight in the leather is hot. It takes a while, but when we are done, Mac nods and smiles. “Now you’re properly prepared.”
“Prepared?” I repeat.
Chloe looks coy all of a sudden and she nibbles on her bottom lip quickly before speaking. “It’s my birthday, and you’re what I wanted.”
My body tightens then liquefies inside a heartbeat. “Is that why you unwrapped me as soon as I arrived?”
She clutches at my elbows, holding me steady, which is just as well. Concern shines in her eyes. “Do you mind?”
“No. I’m honoured.”
“When Mac met you, he thought you might want to be here.”
Mac — the watchful one — he knew that I was interested, right back then. Perhaps they weren’t swingers after all. Perhaps they were just looking for their third? I hoped so; I wanted that.
Leaning in, I kiss her. Her lips are so soft and they part easily, her hands closing around my naked hips as she melts into me. Pressing closer, I feel her bare pussy touch mine, and the shock-pleasure is too intense, like electricity sparking over my mound. I push her down on the bed and I’m on my knees in a fl ash, between her thighs, my mouth on her pussy, my hands stroking her PVC-covered calves. Her clit rears up from the swollen folds of her pussy. I circle it quickly, before nudging it back and forth.
“Oh. . don’t stop.”
The thrill of hearing her say those words lights me. I reach out and flatten her on to the bed, my hand splayed beneath her breasts, my tongue barely breaking contact with her delicious pussy.
She lets out a cry of delight, her hips undulating. Sucking her off is hot enough to make me come, but she wants it all. Her hand lands on my head, and she pushes it up a little to lift me off. With the other hand, she clicks her fingers and moves two of them in a walking movement. I drop back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, licking her juices off my wrist while making her wait.
She purses those gorgeous lips of hers. “Oh you’re so bad, no wonder I want you. Now get up here and 69 me.”
Mac watches avidly, and I wonder if he’s just going to observe, or get involved. I guess I’ll find out soon enough. My heart throbs out a fierce rhythm. Climbing over her, I kiss her mouth, long and hard. Her lips part under mine as she relinquishes her strength to me.
“Let me have you,” she urges.
My heart aches for her, and that’s not all. Moving fast, I climb over her, turning as I do so, getting into position. The smell of leather and PVC and sex is ripe in the air. Hovering over her, I gasp when she latches her hands around the back of my thighs, where my boots end. My head drops and I breathe her in, my face between her thighs, my leather-covered breasts crushing against her. The combination of soft flesh and shiny black is so hot; my pulse thuds wildly in my groin, my nipples hard as nuts inside my corset.
Her mouth latches to my pussy, her tongue stroking me fast. Wild fire burns through me. My mouth on her clit, hers on mine, we are engulfed in each other. We move in time, leading each other on. Even as I sink into the total delirium, I’m aware of the movement on the bed. Mac is prowling. I feel his hands on my hips; he’s behind me. When he pushes a finger into my gaping slit, I react, shoving my tongue inside Chloe.
I hear the sound of a condom wrapper, and I know he’s going to fuck me from behind while this is happening. Chloe will be watching his cock going into me, and that makes my body squirm and my tongue move faster. Chloe’s hips buck under me, and when Mac eases his cock inside me, she answers with her own assault, as if it’s turning her on even more. She bites my flesh before ringing my clit with her tongue. Mac begins to thrust, hard and fast, filling me. Strung out on multiple sensations, I plunge my tongue inside her, my chin rubbing her clit as I do.
I hit home, my clit throbbing and my core in spasm. I hear Mac groan, and his cock jerks, his fingers tightening on my buttocks. Chloe’s thighs tremble with pleasure on either side of my head. I lick her liquid heat as it dribbles from her, and she shudders to completion. When Mac pulls his cock free, I roll on to the bed beside Chloe, and keep her fingers loosely knotted in mine as we catch our breath.
Mac strips off his T-shirt before he lies with us. Quietly, we explore each other with curious touches and hungry kisses.
“Enough for you?” Mac teases, eventually.
“No, I want to do this all night, preferably in front of the mirror.” I shouldn’t have said that. This was their party.
“I’ve got a camcorder, if that would help,” Mac offers.
“Oh, you say all the right things,” I tease, and smile his way.
He gives me a subtle nod as I continue to stroke Chloe.
She stares at me, her eyes warm with affection. “I’ve wanted to do this with you for weeks, so has Mac.”