Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife

"Don't you want to taste it?" I asked, rubbing my clit with my thumb.

My own words were making me breathless and my pussy was throbbing with everything that I wanted. I gasped when he grabbed my ass in his hands, burying his face between my legs with a moan and rubbing it there like a drowning man. We collapsed backwards onto the bed in a hurry, John on his back and me poised above him as his tongue and fingers worked my pussy, feeling like they were everywhere, all at once.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned and rocked on him, but I swear he was oblivious to me, eating my pussy like he couldn't get enough, his tongue lost in the wet folds of my flesh. "That's it, lick my cunt, baby!"

His whole body stiffened at my words, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me in tight to his mouth. I could feel the orgasm that I had been anticipating all day beginning to build and I worked toward it, rolling my hips and mashing my flesh against his tongue. He had two fingers working in and out of my hole and his mouth fastened over my mound, licking fast and hard.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, feeling the first wave, that heat in my belly spreading. "I'm gonna come!"

He groaned, too, as my pussy spasmed again and again around his pistoning fingers, trying to draw them in deeper as I came. My pleasure was only increased by his eagerness and intensity, urging me on, more and more. It felt like it went on forever, a shuddering release that I didn't want to end.

Gasping, I moved down his chest, looking down at his wet face, his eyes still hungry, like they were before.

"I think you like my cunt," I murmured, rubbing my juices over his lips.

"Tara," he said, shaking his head. "What's come over you?"

I smiled. "I think you got that backwards… I came over you. "

I slid my way down, reaching back to feel his cock straining against his briefs. I quickly freed it, stroking the shaft and squeezing the head, just the way I knew he liked.

"And I'm gonna do it again," I murmured, sliding his cock up and down between the now thoroughly soaked crotchless panties, easing him along my slit.

"Oh God," he groaned, gripping my hips as I sank down onto his cock. "Tara, honey…!"

"Yes," I whispered, rolling around, feeling the head of him rubbing deep inside of me. "I'm gonna fuck you…"

My body had a mind of its own, and I pressed my palms against his chest as I started to ride, working my pussy up and down the thick length of his shaft. The wet sound of us moving together filled the room, my breath coming faster, matching his, and I watched his eyes close with the pleasure of it.

"No," I murmured, pulling my skirt up and leaning back a little. The shift of my body and my words made him look up at me. "I want you to see…"

Reaching my hand down to the place where our flesh melded, I rubbed my fingers through the wetness, feeling the hard, throbbing base of his cock where it met the soft, smooth opening of my pussy.

"Look, John," I said, watching his eyes. "Doesn't it turn you on, to see it?"

He nodded as my fingers rubbed at my clit, making me shiver with the sensation.

"I want you to watch me fuck you," I whispered, feeling his hands grip me harder.

"I want you to see your cock fucking my hot little cunt, baby."

"Ohhh God," he groaned, his eyes never leaving that spot, his cock driving up into me now as he started to fuck me back. His motion spurred me on and I used all my strength to grind down against him with every thrust.

"That's it," I murmured, rolling my hips and rubbing that sweet, sensitive spot between my legs. "Oh you make my pussy feel so good!"

"Tara," he warned, and I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, full to bursting.

"So close," I whispered, nudging my clit a little faster. "Make me come!"

I moaned as he worked harder then, urging me toward another climax. As my pussy clenched hard around his shaft, my juices began to flow around his cock, the delicious, shuddering waves rocking me back and forth on top of him.

But he wasn't done, and I gasped when he rolled me over to my back in one swift motion, driving me down onto the bed with fast, growling thrusts. I clutched him tight, still riding the waves of my orgasm, as he fucked me deep and hard, his breath hot and ragged in my ear.

"Sweet fucking little cunt," he growled, spreading me wider with his thrust. "I'm gonna fill that hot little hole!"

My pussy twitched and spasmed at his words, and I moaned and bucked under him as I felt another climax building, his cock pushing me closer to the brink.

"Yesssss!" I purred, the pleasure overtaking me, my pussy on fire as I reached a third peak, this one even higher than the others. "Fill my cunt with your cum!"

That was it, for both of us. John grunted and shuddered against me, the force of him sending me over, too, as I came and came, my whole body convulsing underneath him. I buried my teeth in his shoulder, my nails in his back, as he shot waves of white hot cum deep into my waiting pussy.

I touched his sweat-dampened hair as he collapsed against me, his breath still coming fast as he buried his face in the mattress.

"Where are you going?" I asked when he rolled off of me, reaching for his shirt hanging on the doorknob.

"Downstairs," he said, not looking at me. "I've got some work to do."

When he shut the door behind him, I turned on the bed, tears stinging my eyes, reaching for the phone to call Kelly.

"Tell me again how this works?" I asked Kelly, turning and straightening the seams in the fishnet stockings I was wearing. We'd spent the afternoon looking through lingerie and picking out the perfect ensemble-for both of us.

"You are going to act the slut," she explained, kneeling down behind me to help fasten my garter.

"Well, I'm dressed for the part," I agreed, glancing into the mirror again, at the fishnets and garters that attached to the black whalenet teddy, the crotchless panties I'd washed in the sink the other day worn underneath, and the tall strappy black heels that I felt just a little wobbly in.

"You're fucking hot," Kelly said, and I felt her hand moving over my thigh, nudging between my legs, parting them a little.

"Hey," I murmured, gasping when her fingers slipped between the two thin bands of material, probing between my lips. "Aren't we supposed to wait for John to get home?"

"I don't know if I can," she whispered as she came around to kneel in front of me.

Her long red hair fell around her shoulders, and she looked like an angel in her white stockings and corset.

"Oh Kelly," I groaned as she pressed her mouth between my thighs, parting the material and my lips with her tongue. Her soft probing reached my clit, making me spread a little wider and arch, giving her better access.

"God you taste so good," she murmured, her hands reaching behind and squeezing my ass, pulling me in to her mouth.

"Wait," I whispered, grabbing her hair and pulling her back. "Stop."

She grinned up at me. "That's good. More of that. Only call me your little whore…"

"Kelly!" I laughed, letting her go and moving to sit on the bed. "I don't know if I can do this…"

"You can," she assured me, not getting off her knees and edging toward me. Her heavy breasts swayed prettily over the corset top, her pink-tipped nipples hard. "John thinks you're an angel, and he's sure I'm a slut, right?"

I nodded, opening my legs as she knelt between them, her breasts brushing over my thighs.

"So you dress and play the slut while I dress and play the angel…" she went on, leaning in to kiss my mound, making me shiver. "It's simple."

"But…" I protested, feeling her fingers slipping up inside of me. "What if it doesn't work… what if…"

"Trust me, Chris is gonna make sure he's had enough to drink," she assured me, beginning to lap at me with her tongue.