This is the first of three stories about a singer named Britney and her slide back into the world of lust and deprivation.
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Britney stares at the naked woman looking back at her through the full length mirror. She is hot. Sexual energy oozes from her body. Her inviting brown eyes have a "fuck me" look to them. Her sensual lips are practically begging for a hard cock to suck. Britney slides a finger between them and slowly fucks it in and out of her mouth. God she misses those days with Paris when she would suck three, four and sometimes five cocks at a time.
Her eyes journey down her body and find a pair of spectacular tits hanging from her chest. They are perfect... full but not too big, firm yet soft and sensual. Two light brown nipples puff out from her rounded spheres. Hard eraser shaped tips poke slightly upward. Britney moves her hands underneath these magnificent works of art and feels their weight. Her fingers slowly knead the soft flesh. She moves a fingertip across the hard nipples and gasps from the sensation that is immediately transmitted to her pussy. Juices collect in her gash like morning dew.
Britney wishes she could make love to the woman staring back at her. She moves closer until their lips meet. Her tongue tries to push through the glassy barrier separating her from the object of her lust. She pulls back and presses her nipples against the nipples of the woman in the mirror. Her pussy is leaking so much that it is about to escape.
Britney lifts a nipple to her lips while she watches the woman in the mirror do the same thing. Her tongue shoots across the hard protrusion and bathes it in saliva. Bending her head as far as she can go Britney sucks the puffy cap into her mouth and gently rakes her teeth across the sensitive tip. Her pussy clenches and releases a small trickle of cunt juice onto her inner thigh.
Britney drops her hands to her sides. Her eyes move down and across her well-toned stomach. She still has a slight swell from bearing two children but otherwise the efforts of her strict workout regimen are obvious. She continues down her body until her brown eyes lock onto the swell of her bare pussy puffing out from between her thighs like a ripe peach. A tiny protrusion peeks out from the top of the dark gash splitting her pussy into two halves. She wants so much to drop to her knees and clamp her full lips over the succulent fruit of the woman looking back at her but she knows it is impossible.
Britney reaches down and touches the crease of her gash. The moist folds of her womanhood part and release a trickle of cunt juice onto her finger. She lifts it to her mouth and pushes it between her lips so she can taste the woman looking at her. She moves her hand back to her pussy. This time she uses two fingers. She gasps as they sink deep into her steamy chamber. She watches the woman in the mirror finger fucking her pussy. Britney moves closer until their lips meet. Their tits press together while their tongues desperately try to penetrate to glass barrier.
Her fingers go faster and faster. Juices trickle down her thighs. She moves her other and between her legs and rubs a fingertip over the little bud poking out from the top of her gash. She is so close. She can feel the pressure in her tummy growing more intense. Her legs begin to shake. She stares into the eyes of the woman on the other side of the mirror and see the same feeling of desperation looking back at her. She is having trouble breathing. She bites her lower lip. Her body is trembling uncontrollably. And then it happens.
The explosion shoots through her pussy like a tidal wave. Her body stiffens and jerks in a series of spasms. She squeezes her thighs together and bends her knees. Another explosion rips through her body and then another. Loud squeals and gasps bounce off the bathroom walls. Pussy juice runs down her fingers and drips from her hand.
Britney is vaguely aware that the woman in the mirror is experiencing her own uncontrollable release at the same time. She finally pulls her hand from between her legs and slides down onto the floor gasping for air. She watches the woman in the mirror lift her fingers to her mouth and suck them clean. They kiss one more time before Britney stands and leaves the room.
As she pulls on a pair of thongs Britney can still feel a desperate churning in her belly. The urge hasn't gone away. Her nipples are swollen to the point of bursting. Her pussy is begging to get fucked. She has tried so hard to be good since she met Jason, but it is getting more and more difficult. She misses the wild days with Paris.
Jason has been a good lover. He understands about her intense sexual urges. He often brings friends home to help her quench these desires. He doesn't mind sharing as long as he can be part of the action, but he won't be home for several hours. She can't wait that long. The urges are too strong. She picks up the phone and calls Paris. They have remained friends even though they don't see each other very often.
"Hey baby, it's Britney. I need a workout in the worst way and Jason won't be home until late tonight. Remember that trainer you were telling me about at Justin's party? I was wondering if you could send him over to the house."
"Anything for you sweetie," Paris tells her in a breathless voice. "I'd bring him myself but I these two gorgeous hunks are here helping me take care of a craving I woke up with this morning. We were just finishing the first round when you called."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. Just give me the number and I'll make the call."
"Don't worry about it, Brit. Besides, my pussy needs a break. I'll make the call to Joel. That way he'll owe me one. He can bring his assistant Mike if you want."
"Sure. Given the way I'm feeling I think it is going to take at least two to give me the workout I need. And thanks P. I owe you big time."
Britney answers the door wearing a white patterned leotard that leaves little to the imagination. Her hard nipples poke through the thin material making two large dimples on the front of her outfit. The crotch is pulled tight against her pussy. The outline of her swollen cameltoe puffs out like two halves of a plum.
Two hot looking men are standing in front of her. Joel is 5'9" with deep blue eyes, light brown hair, broad shoulders and a body rippled with muscles under the tight black t-shirt he is wearing. Mike is much taller and has the body of a professional athlete. His head is shaved, his skin is light brown and his eyes are dark. Knowing what these two men are about to do to her has Britney's body on fire. She can feel the juices gathering in her pussy. Her nipples swell against the silky material of her leotard.
"Please come in. My workout studio is in the basement."
She turns and leads them down the hall. The leotard is cut like a thong exposing her perfect ass to their lecherous gaze. Her powerful cheeks are firm, round and meaty but not too plump. Joel and Mike watch the creamy spheres jiggle back and forth with each step she takes. They follow her down the stairs and into a large room with pads on the floor and weights against one side. She hits a switch. The song "Piece of Me" booms out from the speakers in the walls.
Britney goes into a dance routine. She glides between Joel and Mike rubbing her body shamelessly against them. Her hands massage their well-toned torsos. She backs into Joel and rotates her ass against his crotch. She feels his hard cock pressing against her cheeks. His hands slide up her body until he is squeezing her tits with his fingers. Mike moves in front of Britney and grabs her by the hair forcing her to look up at him. He leans down and kisses her hard on the lips. She opens her mouth and feels his tongue against hers.
Joel pulls her leotard down over her tits. She removes her arms from the straps. Joel rips off his t-shirt. Britney can feel the warm skin of his torso against her naked back. His hands move up to her bare tits. She grinds her ass against his cock as he kneads the soft flesh and tugs on her nipples with his fingers.
Mike pulls away from the kiss. Holding her chin he stares into her lust filled eyes. A pang of fear and excitement surge through Britney when she sees his wild look. He is going to ravish her. It's just what she needs. His lips move to her neck and he sinks his teeth into the soft skin. Britney gasps. She feels Joel pinch her nipples hard enough to shoot ripples of pleasure down to her pussy. Juices seep from her cunt. A tiny wet spot appears in the crotch of her leotards.
Mike steps back and pulls off his shirt. Britney stares at his muscular chest and rippled stomach. Joel slides a hand under her leotard until his fingers reach the swell of her pussy. A fingertip glides across her clit and parts her moist folds. Britney gasps when two fingers slide into her steamy cunt. She spreads her thighs so he can push them deeper into her body.
Mike pushes down his shorts and takes off his boxers. Britney's eyes grow big when she sees the size of the weapon poking out from between his legs. She drops to her knees and stares at the huge slab of meat floating in front of her face. Her tongue shoots out and swirls around the swollen knob bathing it in saliva. She stretches her lips over the mushroom shaped tip and feels it slide into her mouth.
Joel kneels behind her and pulls her leotard down to her knees removing it from her body one leg at a time. Britney continues to slide her lips down Mike's vein-streaked shaft until she feels it press against the back of her throat. She wraps a hand around the base and strokes him while she bobs her head up and down and swirls her tongue over his knob.
