I generally write my smut as a kind of foreplay for my partner, so the writing style might be a bit weird for this format. I just liked this one so much that I wanted to post it here! Regardless, I hope you all enjoy. I’ve already started on part 2 and will gladly post it when I’m done if there’s any interest. Thanks for reading! I also welcome any and all constructive feedback.
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Sarah is standing in the dining area, her sweater pulled up above her breasts, “They’re perky, right? I told you they were perky!”
This was, admittedly, very out of character for her, but it seems like the cocktails had done a number on her, turning her nervous flirting into full on flashing… nervous flashing, but flashing all the same. She stood there, small, perky tits out, eyes flicking between each of us, almost pleading for approval.
I glance at you for a moment and catch your eyes before stepping closer to Sarah. You bite your lip as you watch me place my thumb on her collar bone, the rest of my fingers on the side of her neck.
“May I?” she seems to take a moment to process what I just said to her.
“Oh, I… um… What? I mean… yes?” she sputters, obviously still trying to understand, but it’s clear she’s got at least some idea. Her head leans back to be able to make eye contact with me.
“Say it like you mean it,” I tell her, dropping my voice and moving my thumb up and to the other side of her neck, but still not adding any pressure.
Her mouth is agape as everything clicks into place. Her thighs squeeze together as she stands in front of me, her nipples harden visibly, and something in her eyes changes.
“Yes please, daddy”, as soon as she finishes saying ‘please’, my hand tightens around her neck, muffling the last word behind a gasp and a moan. There’s a soft thud as her back hits the wall. Now you’re squeezing your thighs together. This is your favourite thing to watch. You’re already unbuttoning your jeans as you watch my free hand squeeze her hip firmly before traveling up. My hand brushes her red hair away from her exposed tits and my thumb glides over her taut nipples. She moans again.
“Undo your pants,” I whisper into her ear, hand still squeezing her throat, before my heads drops lower, taking one of her nipples into my mouth with a light suck and the tip of my tongue running circles around it. She lets one side of her sweater drop as she obeys my command. Her hand fumbles to undo the top button of her grey jeans and I feel the back of her hand linger as it brushes against the hard, thick outline of my cock. My lips kiss her neck, the hand around her throat pushing her back into the wall.
When I finally hear the zipper of her jeans, I kiss my way up her neck and across her cheek.
“Good girl,” I say, releasing my grip on her neck, moving my hand up into her hair at the back of her head, gently grabbing a fistful of her long, fiery hair before pressing my lips to hers. She opens her mouth to meet mine and breathes out a moan into me as I break the kiss briefly to bite her lower lip softly.
Looking over at you, I see you perched on the kitchen counter, one leg hanging off the edge, the other up on the counter. Your pants lay forgotten on the floor as your fingers run along the length of your vagina, your head leans back into the wall behind you and you moan each time you press over your clit. I watch as you slide your hand into the top of your panties and I see the outline of your hand and can guess that you’ve slid a couple fingers inside of yourself and are sliding them slowly in and out, never breaking your gaze, savouring the sight.
I turn back to Sarah, and pull her into me, turning her so that her back presses into my chest. I can feel her ass, perky, round, and full, press against my stiff cock, still restrained uncomfortably in my jeans. I grab her hip and pull her closer, grinding her ass into me and relishing the sensation the feeling gives me. I then run both my hands up under her sweater, lifting it up and over her head. You look on and see her petite body, pale, tight, and perky, illuminated by the kitchen lights. It’s more than you can handle. I hear your moaning come to a head and look over as your body shudders in orgasm. I turn my head back to Sarah, kissing her neck and pulling the bare flesh of her back back into me, one hand running up her stomach, tracing circles around her breasts and nipples, the other slides down, fingertips disappearing under the waistband of her underwear. Her pussy is shaved and smooth and, as I move my fingers lower and spread her lips, soaking wet.
“Slide your pants down so she can see you,” I say to Sarah, turning her to face you. You see her face flush red, the same shade of red as her hair, and you start fingering your pussy again as she obeys me without question. Your tits are out now and you’ve been playing with your nipples. Your panties have been added to the pile of clothes on the floor made up of your pants and Sarah’s sweater. Your fingers press down and rub up and down your clit rapidly as you watch Sarah’s pants lower past her ass as she shimmies them down to mid thigh.
My fingers spread her lips apart, while my other hand slides around her chest, fingers wrapping around her neck again and squeezing. She gasps and moans and her body squirms in my arms as I gently squeeze her clit between two fingertips.
“Yes, please, oh fuck,” she rattles off her pleasure in nonsensical statements and my fingers run along her clit and hook into her pussy, now dripping all over me. She holds out for a minute more before her orgasm wracks her body, only constrained and supported by my arms. I can feel the muscles in her neck stiffen as she cums for me.
I loosen my hold on her and she sinks to her knees on the floor panting and leaning against my legs. She rests her head against my thigh as she tries to catch her breath, running one small hand up my leg and resting it gently on top of cock, massaging me through the denim fabric.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/t56nuw/our_friend_sarah_part_1_mff_foreplay