If you haven’t already, please read part I for background to this story. Sadly I can’t link to this because of subreddit rules. It’s called “You don’t have a Carla in your life? Sucks to be you.”
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Hi. I’m Carla. My boyfriend James posted a story here involving me. He said I should read it and maybe write a response. I read it. Well, no secrets here: I masturbated as I sat there at my desk and I came. Then I came again, this time with James’ cock in my mouth. I guess he found me getting off on his story a turn on.
Here’s my response.
Let me pick-up from where James left off in his story. That day after that night where I’d watched him shoot his load in the shadows while I was fucking Mick.
Yeah… let’s talk about Mick. I was with Mick but I’m now with James. But you know, like they used to say on Facebook — it’s complicated. With James’ permission I still fuck Mick. I’ve seen almost as much of Mick’s cock as I have James’ since I dumped him. Mick ain’t unhappy. But I’ll tell you about all of that next time.
So, I’d invited James over to my place. Stupidly, in my text I’d said he should visit in the afternoon. That meant I was waiting all morning with a frankly soaking wet pussy – from when I got home after the party, through lunch, and so on. I had to change my panties three times (amirite girls?). At one point I was sitting on my bed, staring at my nightstand where my dildo sat waiting. Thick. Filling. Orgasm guaranteed. But no. I suspected James was the kind of guy who wanted to own a girl’s holes.
I was right, of course.
When James eventually knocked at my door I was so lubricated you could’ve shoved an egg plant up there. I fell to my knees in front of him. He eagerly freed his cock and fucked my throat. When he pulled out and I’d regained my breath, I looked up and him and realised what we’d both known for a few weeks. This was love. I wanted my fuck holes to be owned by him, but I also wanted him to own my soul. Corny. But true.
Literally before 30 seconds had passed he then led me to the kitchen table, bent me over, roughly pulled down my slacks and panties, and had his tongue in my asshole. It was bliss. He pushed two fingers inside my pussy, then three, then four and began fucking me with his fist.
I came. Fuck, did I cum. I was genuinely afraid I was going to pass out.
I felt his cock push inside my pussy. He began slamming against me. This was a man in a hurry. I dunno, maybe it was like 10 seconds before I came again? I thought he’d cum too because he stopped but, as his lubed fingers rubbed against my asshole, I knew what was coming next.
James is the kind of guy who carries good quality lube around with him. One reason I love him.
He pushed his cock slowly into my ass, expanding me as it went, before building up the same pounding speed as my cunt had experienced. A few ass slaps helped things along.
He pulled out my ass and ordered me not to move. He came to the other end and, holding my head against the table, used my mouth as a third fuck hole. I managed to look up at him obediently – and also with a smile I couldn’t help showing. That was enough to take him over the edge and, still holding my head down, he squirted hard pulses of sperm straight into my mouth. I licked and swallowed and tried my hardest to get as much of it down my throat as I could but, well, it was messy.
I stood in front of him, feeling the cum dripping down my chin. He collected some with a finger and pushed it over my lips and into my mouth.
“From now on I own your holes,” he said. “Your mouth, your cunt and your ass. If you ever let anybody else use them without my permission our relationship is over. Do you understand?”
There was only one reply: “Yes.”
And then he kissed me. Our first kiss. Deep. He was likely tasting his spunk. My pussy began to get wet again.
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Let’s talk about Mick. I loved Mick, I guess, but when we were together we weren’t sexually compatible. I’m adventurous (well duh!). Mick is basic. I know nowadays Mick has it in him to be stunningly kinky if he releases his inner beast. But back then, well, he could just about make me cum – and of course he had that magnificent eight inch cock. But all of this just wasn’t enough.
Although I knew James was for me, it took me a few weeks to build up the courage to dump Mick. I’m only human.
James was cut-up about stealing his best friend’s girl. I was cut-up about leaving Mick. But this didn’t stop us fucking. I feel like a complete shit for saying that. But I just needed James and he needed me.
James bedroom, maybe a week later. Present in the room: Me and James. Clothing: abandoned in a pile somewhere.
Let’s start the story at the point James’ phone rang. He put it on speaker because he was, well, a little busy.
“Hey Jamesy boy. It’s Mick!”
James looked at me with a half smile. And do you know what? I felt my pussy get even wetter. I’m a slut. A bitch. But I cannot express to you how aroused I was about the idea of cheating on Mick. Like I’ve said, this would all become moot just a few weeks later. Mick would forget about all it. But right then… It was complicated and shitty but in a very kinky way.
I’ve said that James was busy, which is why he put the call on speaker. The reason he was busy was because he was forcing his cock into my mouth. I love when guys hold their cock tightly at the base, as if they’re desperate to use it. That’s what James was doing and his cock was slowly inching into my mouth – teasingly. Me? I was lying on the bed. James was lowering his cock into me like he was about to start thrusting against my throat. Fuck. I want to finger my pussy now just thinking about it.
“Mick! Always nice to hear from you,” said James.
The two guys chatted about an upcoming football game, and James casually fucked my mouth, until the conversation ran dry. Mick changed the topic.
“So I wanted to talk to you about Carla.”
James and me looked at each other with a slight panic.
“I haven’t seen much of her recently,” said Mick.
“She’s probably just tied up somewhere,” replied James.
It was true. Literally. My hands were tied to each corner of the bed. I couldn’t move. It was perfect.
“I’ll be honest,” continued Mick, his voice echoing around the room. “I think Carla’s fucking another guy.”
James laughed. “What makes you think that?”
As he was talking he slid his cock into my pussy. Again, slowly. Teasingly. But it was what I needed. What I craved. My back arched. It felt exquisite.
“Well, we haven’t fucked since my birthday.”
James looked at me and whispered: “Good girl!”
He started speeding up his fucking, but not so fast as to make a noise, or to make his breathing sound strange to Mick.
“I don’t know what to say,” replied James.
“Maybe it’s you,” said Mick.
James froze. Fuck! Had Mick figured out what was going on?
Then Mick started laughing.
“I can never trust you, you dirty dog!” he said. “I know you wouldn’t but I’ve seen the way you flirt with her!”
It’s true. Me and James hadn’t hidden the fact we found each other attractive. I think James mentioned in his story about how we’d fallen in love instantly that night in the pub. Also true. Hiding it was painful and flirting with other – even right in front of Mick – had seemed like a harmless way of getting rid of the energy. Mick was the kind of guy who found it flattering if somebody wanted to fuck his girlfriend.
“I’ve got to be honest,” said James. “It’s true. I’m fucking her. I’m fucking her right now.”
I clamped my hand to my mouth in case I screamed. What the fuck was James doing?
But Mick started laughing again.
“Yeah, I bet you would given half the chance!”
James looked at me with those calm blue eyes. Always in control.
“Yeah I’d fuck her,” said James, increasing his rhythm. “She’s hot. Nice tits.”
His breath was starting to change now. That meant he was near orgasm. I was too.
“You did well there,” James continued. “She’s got a great ass. Fantastic personality. Kinky, I’ll bet.”
“Yeah kinky as fuck,” replied Mick.
James pulled out and, working hard to ensure he didn’t make a sound, watched his own cock as it began jerking. Jets of spunk almost completely covered me, splashing against my tits, stomach, face, hair and even the wall behind us.
Once he’d recovered he pushed his fingers inside my pussy and began roughly hand-fucking me – yet remaining completely calm and staring into my eyes as he did so. Fuck! I love him so much – and love that he owns my holes.
“Are you with somebody there?” asked Mick. “Fuck, you really are – you dirty little bastard!”
James was relentless in his fisting of my cunt. I came, bucking against the arm restrains, and then came again. I might’ve squirted a little.
“Yeah I’m busy right now,” said James, pushing his fingers into my mouth so I could lick them clean. “Got a woman here. I’ll call you back, buddy.”
He reached over and terminated the call.
What did we do? Dear reader, we laughed.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8wacwm/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_part_ii_str8