Lisa stood there gripping the backside of the crushed-velvet winged chair. A slight tremor going down her spine causing her exposed flesh to blemish with goosebumps. That tremor was a mixture of a few things. The first thing was merely how sinfully the chill in the air seemed to invade her senses. How the chill caressed her skin just so, so that all of her warmth seemed to gravitate to her cunt. The second thing that contributed to the tremor was how aware of the lace ever so lightly brushing against her nipples as she shifted in minute movements. She had worn this negligee dozens of times and it never did this to her. The sensation both annoyed and excited her. Annoyance from the tease of it, of wanting a deeper touch. Excitement from a greater anticipation and lack of any other touch. Which leads to the third facet of her tremor, the part of her that was horny as fuck and could barely keep containing it.
She gripped the chair tighter. The crushed velvet was like silk in her hand, a complete contrast to the lace scratching her hardened nipples. The light that slipped through her blindfold created more blindness than any hint of what surrounded her. The anticipation for any contact at this point has made her sex a sopping mess of lustful need. Her cooled skin itched, feeling the charge in the air rubbing against it in naughty ways, the air seeming to be under the influence of the man standing behind her. Lisa could feel his will and was beginning to believe the air could too, and thus responded to it accordingly. His presence crashing into her like a tidal wave under the influence of a full moon. His will feeling her, groping her, caressing her, fondling her, and hinting at how it would eventually consume her.
If only the ‘eventually’ would speed the fuck up some! For it now seemed like lava dripped down her otherwise chilled thighs, and he hadn’t touched her anywhere yet.
“It will be fun!”, Lisa’s best friend told her during a conversation than now seemed like an eternity ago. “I can tell that all you need right now is a damn, good fuck!”, she said more matter-of-factly. “How long has this dry spell been? Doesn’t matter, I know just the guy for you! He’s fucked my brains out in more ways than I care to count!” she said almost giddily and yet without a hint of shame. In the current moment of lustful anticipation though, Lisa considered her best friend a complete and utter bitch for saying any of it at the time, and Lisa convincing her that a hookup like this would be ‘just what she needed’ was way off. Lisa probably did need a good fuck, she thought to herself. But one without so much waiting anticipation.
Suddenly with a bit of a shock, the tremor was replaced with a movement quick as lightning. Lisa felt his hand deftly grab the negligee, tugging it swiftly and forcefully downward. The tearing of the fabric ripped through the air like thunder. The damaged satin and lace, flowed down her body like a dying waterfall, to pool at her feet. Her nipples already missed the sinful lace’s taunts; the chilled air’s wicked tongue didn’t quite have the same effect. She was going to miss that negligee, it being one of her favorites. She was more than slightly pissed at the man, the nearly complete stranger, for ruining it. She was more pissed though that he was taking his sweet time continuing.
She could hear the bellows of the man’s breath, a whisper of it flowing through her auburn hair like a lover’s caress. It felt all wrong, which made her all the more wet. He was not one to caress like a gentle lover. Being blindfolded, standing there holding the chair while listening to him fuck her best friend’s brains out earlier was testimony to that. How the hell did she ever get talked into this.
Just as suddenly, almost as if requested, the blindfold was torn away from her too. The warm lights slightly blinding her, until her eyes adjusted. In the winged chair opposite to the one she was standing behind, sat her nearly naked best friend, save for the white stockings that she was still wearing. Lisa’s friend looked drunk, high, and ripe with lust. Her legs draped over the arms of the chair while her hand played with her freshly fucked pussy roughly, as if missing the cock that was pounding it minutes ago. Minutes ago that seemed like hours ago. Perhaps it was hours that passed, Lisa’s knees were shaky enough for it to have truly been that long. She gripped the chair even harder for support. Crushed-velvet even more silky from the sweat of her hands. The sensation made her all too aware of a similar warm silkiness of her thighs rubbing together in the minute adjustments of trying to stand perfectly still.
Still, in the moments of anticipation now that she had sight, all Lisa could do to feed her desire is watch her best friend pleasure herself. She watched fingers rhythmically dipping into and out of the freshly fucked cunt. Fingers covered in the cum of two people. It was strangely erotic. It wasn’t the first time she watched her best friend masturbate, but it was the first time she had where she wasn’t doing the same. Her best friend dripped sex in a way that made her feel envious. Lisa never saw her quite like this before.
“Is she wet?”, her best friend suddenly queried. Just as suddenly rough fingers pressed against Lisa’s pussy, spreading her open, probing her, entering her, and making her gasp and tremble. She clawed the chair harder. The term crushed-velvet took on new meaning.
“Yes. Very,” the man replied in a voice of steel crushing gravel. That voice invaded her deeper than his fingers did.
“Show me,” commanded her friend. She felt the fingers leave her cunt, the sudden emptiness actually ached. “Does she taste as good as I do?” Her best friend was suddenly licking the glaze off of her own wet fingers while she could hear the man slurping his fingers that invaded Lisa’s pussy just moments ago. It all drove Lisa slightly mad, stirring erotic feelings Lisa didn’t realize she had. She was feeling herself unravel. Her best friend was right, she did need this!
“Yes”, was his simple reply. He was a force of nature, yet Lisa suddenly realized he wasn’t in any control. Her best friend seemed to have it all. It was surreal to be suddenly aware of that fact. Her best friend had a sudden look in her eye and then Lisa felt the man invade her cunt by shoving his cock into her. It wasn’t a graceful invasion, part of it was actually a bit clumsy, but once he filled her with it, it felt like the world was splitting in half. He was in her, yet he didn’t move a bit. His cock didn’t even twitch involuntarily. He waited. Not to tease Lisa, even though it had the same effect. No he waited for…instruction.
Her best friend smiled in rapturously wicked way. Only then, with the signal of her smile that ordered a silent command, did the the fucking truly begin…
…and it felt like it would never end. She held onto the wing chair for dear life, a lucid image of crushing rose petals cascading across her imagination as every other thought was being completely fucked out of her head. Lisa moaned and whimpered and was not in any sort of control. But as hard as he was fucking her, her best friend’s hungry eyes molesting her were what sent her over the edge and seemed to actually trigger the onslaught of orgasms. She started to cum, and she couldn’t stop. She hoped she would never stop.
But, her body eventually couldn’t take anymore. Only then did she notice the slight nod from her friend, which triggered a grunting, guttural response from the man, which was followed by his cum spilling into Lisa’s cunt. Lisa spiralled into a final, deeper orgasm. She wasn’t sure if it triggered from the smile on her best friend’s lips or from the cock filling her in every way desired, or the simple nod having so much power over all of them, she wasn’t sure nor cared. It was bliss.
Lisa didn’t recall how she became a pool of flesh on the floor, but the man picked her up in surprisingly gentle grace and poured her into the empty winged chair. She never even saw his face.
Her best friend then crawled over to her, a true predator in every sense of the word. How did Lisa never see this? How was this always a secret until now? How was it this shy woman she has known for years could be like this without her even suspecting?
“I always wondered what it would be like to taste a man inside of you.”
Her best friend’s hands parted Lisa’s weak thighs apart and before Lisa could even think about muttering a protest, her best friend started to lick Lisa’s pussy with focus, in a way that the whole point of this evening was really for this particular feasting, whether Lisa wanted it or not.
Her friend suddenly stopped. Lisa decided she never wanted it to stop. The panicked adrenaline started to flow. Lisa looked down at a sinful smile looking back up at her, as if reading her thoughts. “If you want me to keep…licking, you will tell me exactly how you are going to fuck him once I am done eating him out of you. He is waiting like a good little boy in the other room. But, if all you wanted was the fuck…”
Lisa grabbed her best friend by her copper hair and smashed her face into her cunt. Her best friend smiled a moan into Lisa’s sweet cunt and licked in earnest and as Lisa told her friend exactly what she wanted to hear; just how Lisa was going to fuck the man. She watched her best friend drown in the lust of the words and in the lust of Lisa’s awakened cunt.
Lisa smiled a smile she never felt, right before cumming, before feeding her best friend her own physical lust, just another course in tonight’s meal of whatever the hell tonight was.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dcvbpq/crushing_velvet_fmfmfvoyeur
Beautifully written!