In an instant, Mark was on her, tearing into Kelly’s stockings and grinding his mouth against the soft skin of her thighs. Kelly gripped his scalp and guided him to her pussy, roughly pushing the thin fabric of her panties to one side so he could taste her. “Ahhhh” she gasped as his stubble scratched the sensitive skin on the inside of her left thigh, and she tried to hold him tight as he sucked on her flesh, marking her with a deep bruise. “Eat me!” she instructed, and Mark didn’t disappoint. He pushed her thighs together and hooked his thumbs into her panties, slipping them down her long legs and over her chunky stilettos. Finally free, Kelly spread her legs again gratefully for Mark, offering herself to him. He buried his face in her pussy and rolled his tongue deep inside her, tasting the deepest parts of her body where even she couldn’t reach. Kelly angled her hips so Mark could have full access to her mound, and he worked her like a professional, sucking her clit with a fearsome aggression. He placed his palms under her thighs and kept her spread wide, although that was hardly necessary. She screamed all of a sudden, as though enraptured by orgasm, which spurred Mark on even more. He was good, certainly, but that as good as that—she tried to bring her orgasm to the surface, to let it take her by force, but it remained far off. Nevertheless, she came for the camera as though Mark were some kind of genius. She shook her body and cried out in loud, arcing moans, hoping that Alex would have to the lower the playback volume or blow the speakers. Mark could hardly believe how skilled he had suddenly become, but he pushed the notion of faking to the back of his mind. Kelly’s pussy tasted too good and her movements and shrieks were making him feel like a master. She ran her fingers into his hair and screamed Mark’s name, finally revealing to Alex the name of this pussy-eating god. Kelly felt the mirage of an orgasm pass over her, but Mark wasn’t nearly skilled enough to bring her to climax in the face of such a performance. All the same, her juices flowed out of her and covered Mark’s greedy mouth.
Author: alexander_the_good
Kelly’s Out (A story about cuckolding and experimenting, told from multiple vantage points) Part 2 of 3
Kelly finished getting ready, slipping her tan stockings down her shapely legs and replacing them with the black stockings of her costume, finally snapping the garters into place and stepping into her new shoes. Dressed in Alex’s chosen outfit, she winked for the camera, impressed by how sexy she looked—something about the dim light of evening, the absence of Alex’s encouraging gaze, all of it added to her appeal, and she knew it. She turned to the right, her eyes still on the camera, kicking her left leg up in a pin-up pose, blowing Alex a kiss. Show time.
She slinked back to the bedroom door, touching the handle for a moment before turning. “And so… the performance of a lifetime begins,” Kelly muttered under her breath. She winked toward the camera one last time, a gesture for Alex’s benefit much later on. She knew there was no going back, but she didn’t care. From that moment on, she would give Alex what he always wanted.
Opening the door, she found Mark still standing there, rumbling in place, like a storm gathering strength. Kelly knew she could hold him off only so long. Balancing in her heels, she smiled at Mark, pressing her breasts together as a final tease before he’d unleash upon her. “How do I look?” she asked with false modesty.
Kelly’s Out (A story about cuckolding and experimenting, told from multiple vantage points) Part 1 of 3
Kelly’s Out
Alex was sitting in the passenger seat, anxious and excited at the same time, fumbling awkwardly as Kelly drove her purple Honda toward Bourbon Street. All the endless planning, the teasing talk, the fantasies—all of it had somehow led to that long drive to the tourist part of town, where the game would finally begin, and it all felt real right then. Tonight it would finally happen.
Of course, Kelly looked incredible in her outfit, which she modeled for him earlier in the afternoon. For months, she had been preparing for this night— all the squats and stretching to tone her body, all to enhance her stamina and flexibility, tightening up and streamlining her already gorgeous figure— and the effect was stunning. She was looking her best, absolutely, and even though Alex had asked for all of this, he couldn’t help but feel jealous and small.
“Look, are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked.
Kelly didn’t take her eyes off the road. “You know I would rather not do this,” she said, with a weariness that reminded him they had gone over this plenty of times before. “But if it’s something you think you can’t do without—“ she paused, changing lanes, and seemed to skip ahead in her thoughts. “I just want to never have to talk about this again.”