I decided to spoil the guy I was dating by wearing something I knew he would love, for maximum affect I go for red lingerie. I wait for a night when he is out of the house, a boys only night out. I open a bottle of wine, both to steel my nerves and lower my inhibitions…not that I have many.
If you’ve read any of my other stories, you will know that I like to take my time over the dressing up. I enjoy delayed gratification, having had the outfit stashed away for a few days increases the enjoyment even more.
I lay it all out on the bed in front of me. This was quite some time ago, so it was not an expensive set, but the best thing about lingerie is that even the cheaper brands can look incredible. There’s a bra, thong and suspender belt, with nude stockings, also my highest heels.
As will become my custom, I strip out of my clothes and pour myself a glass of wine. I spend some time on my hair and makeup, making sure I look flawless. I go for the traditional porn star look, heavy eye makeup around my brown eyes, false lashes, full lips. My elbow length brown hair curled towards the ends. After a trip to the beauticians yesterday, my fingers and toes are perfectly manicured with a french polish, my body hair waxed away so I am silky smooth all over.
Stockings almost always go first, if only because everything is sexier when done in heels and the heels can’t go on before the stockings. I slide the delicate material up my long, smooth legs, making sure to smooth out the tops ready for the suspender belt. Then come the heels, 6 inch stilettos, with a toe platform, peep toe as well, in red to match the lingerie. I’ve had them for a while and I know he loves them.
This is where the fun starts, I take a photo of my toes in the heels and send it to him. This is not something I normally do, it’s hard to trust people with intimate photos, but you can’t identify me from this one…or the next.
I take the thong and carefully step into it, maybe this should have come before the heels. The thin strip of material vanishes between my pert arse cheeks and snuggles into my increasingly wet folds. I take the suspender belt and fasten it around my waist, then attach the straps to the stockings. I adjust them, pulling them tight against my skin, my manicured nails glinting in the soft light as I do.
Then I take the next photo, the clasp of the suspender and the top of the stockings. The blurred background vaguely shows my legs and the heels. Both messages remain unread, which frustrates me a little.
I move on to the bra, fastening it around my breasts, the delicate red lace lifting and caressing them. A large gulp of wine empties the glass, which I happily refill. I stand in front if a large mirror and take a moment to admire myself.
I really nailed the classy porn star look, like something out of a Tushy film. I take another photo, my phone held high up and behind me a little so its looking down into my cleavage. I crop it right down so you can hardly see anything other than a little flesh and material, then send it.
This time he reads it, so he will have seen all three pictures in one go he immediately messages back, saying he will be home once he finishes his drink. But I tell him not to rush, to have one more. I want us both as horny as possible by the time he gets here. It’s certainly working for me, my heart is racing and my pussy is soaked.
I make my way to the living room and take one last photo of me lounging on the sofa. My long legs are stretched out in front of me, the almost empty wine bottle is just in shot. I wait to send it until he tells me he’s leaving. I tell him the door is unlocked.
And this is where things go a little pear shaped in the best possible way. I hear voices approaching the house, definitely more than one person, suddenly making me a little nervous. I get up and make my way over to the door just as he opens it and stumbles to a stop as he sees me, two of his friends practically crashing into him as he does.
They all stop and stare, wide eyed and open mouthed. Nobody speaks, but I start to blush a little. The wine doing its job of lowering my inhibitions and dulling the urge to run and hide. He speaks first, “The guys liked your photos, they wanted to come and show you just how much…I didn’t think you would mind.”
Without any hesitation and without waiting for my agreement, the three of them walk up to me, clearly enjoying the outfit I am wearing and start to grope and caress me. I open my mouth to object, just as He slides his hand between my legs, just how he knows I like it. My objection turns into a soft moan. Fuck, I realise what’s going to happen and I love it.
The groping escalates, there’s kissing down my neck and over my breasts, they take off my bra and pull my thong down, exposing my wet pussy. He takes me by the hand and leads me from the kitchen to the living room, where they immediately and firmly put me on my knees.
He tells me that we’re going to show his friends how good I am at sucking cock. That’s the moment I realise just how much I like being told what to do. With no hesitation at all, I take his cock out, dropping his trousers to the floor and pulling his boxers down around his knees. He’s already rock hard and my hand softly wrapping around his shaft makes it twitch.
I look up at him with my big, brown eyes and my tongue snakes out to tease the tip of his cock. It twitches again in my hand, this time for longer, only relaxing when I pull my tongue away. I can feel his impatience growing as my tongue circles the tip of his cock, but I keep going knowing that what he wants is to be balls deep inside my mouth.
He reaches down to caress my cheek, subtly trying to encourage me, I am familiar with most of his tricks though. I pull back, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes and biting my lip. His thumb caresses my lips and I give it a playful bite. That’s all the encouragement he needs, his hand moving to the back of my head and urging me forward.
My open mouth finds his cock and I hungrily suck him inside, my plump lips wrapping around his shaft. His hips thrust forward, his hand on the back of my head holding me still, he’s firm, almost but not quite rough. His other hand motions for the others to join in and soon I have a cock in each hand, moaning around the one in my mouth as I jerk them.
He starts to try and push my limits, showing off my skills. With his hand on the back of my head, he pushes me down his shaft, filling my throat until I start to choke, my eyes welling up. Eventually he lets me pull back for a moment, gasping for breath. He offers a few words of encouragement and appreciation before pushing me back down again.
His cock isn’t huge and I can easily deepthroat it, but I know he likes it when I make it look like I’m struggling. The second time he lets me up, I pull right off, strings of saliva hanging from my lips. He kneels down in front of me and we go again, this time he has a fist full of my hair as he pulls me down onto his cock, pinning me there for what feels like an eternity before pulling me off.
That time he really does push my limits, I’m trying to push myself back up before he lets go. With my hands unable to service their cocks and my other holes so exposed, his friends start to play with my pussy, I’m sure at one point they both have two fingers each inside me. All the while my head bobs up and down on the cock in front of me, moaning as I get fingered from behind.
They’re practically fighting over me until a swap of positions is suggested, making sure everyone can get inside me somewhere. They’re talking about me like I am not even there, it’s so demeaning and yet, so arousing at the same time. He pulls me off his cock and informs me that they will each be taking turns on my holes until they are satisfied.
He watches as his two friends get into position, the first one laid under me. I lower my lingerie clad body on to his waiting cock, moaning as it slides inside me. I would happily spend the evening just like that, riding his cock until I orgasm. But there is soon a hand on the back of my head, pushing me back onto my hands and knees.
I gasp as I feel the head of the other guys cock press against my tight little hole. I’ve done plenty of anal, both with toys and real cocks, but still it takes me by surprise, every single time. My arse resists for a moment, then eventually relaxes and his cock slides inside. I feel him transfer his body weight, slowly sliding his slippery cock into my tightest hole.
He’s stood watching, enjoying my facial expressions as his friends use my tight, eager body. It’s so incredibly over stimulating, it’s hard to even recall exactly how it felt, but full is a very accurate description. Then he takes me by the chin and guides his cock back to my mouth.
The rest of the evening is something of an orgasmic blur. It feels like forever, but also it’s over far too soon. I spend most of it with a cock in each hole. Trying to ride the one under me, while being fucked in the arse. Trying to suck cock while trying to keep control of my breathing. It’s incredible, intense, overwhelming.
At one point they get such a good rhythm going that I have one of the longest sustained orgasms I have ever felt, it’s mind blowing. It’s the first time I have ever had more than one cock inside me and every time I focus on the feeling of them both inside me, I orgasm almost instantly.
They swap over a couple of times, making sure they all get a turn in each of my holes. At least twice, my mouth is full of the taste of my own pussy. One guy asks if he can cum inside me and suddenly everything is brought to a stop, they pull me up to my knees. I’m still twitching from the last waves of orgasm, I feel like such a slut and I love it. He says something that I don’t catch, but I soon understand.
One of the guys steps forward, his cock glistening with a mixture of lube and my juices. He runs his thumb across my lips and starts to jerk himself off, it only takes a few strokes before his cock erupts over my face. It goes EVERYWHERE, my eyes, cheeks, nose, forehead, probably my hair. And it’s only a few seconds before I hear groaning slightly to the side and more lands on my face. Then more from the front again, it’s so much I can feel it starting to drip down onto my breasts.
I feel him pat me on the head and call me a good girl. Someone mentions the bar is still open and I hear them leave. I ask for a towel or something, but they ignore me, leaving me there on my knees, eyes stuck shut with cum. I bite my lip as I slide my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and rub my clit until I orgasm once more, licking cum from my lips as I do.
Eventually, once my legs work again, I make my way to the bathroom to shower. I catch sight of myself in the mirror. Barefoot, still in stockings and suspenders, although they’re now streaked with cum and lube. My face is a mess, makeup and cum are everywhere, its in my hair and over my breasts. I’m shocked, I stand there staring at myself for a moment while the shower heats up. “Oh my God, Abby, you’re such a slut” I murmur to myself.
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