True Lies and Cream Pies
Sarah had never slept so peacefully in her adult life; the emotional relief of resolving things with Chuck had taken a massive weight off her shoulders. In addition to the relief from the elimination of all her emotional strife, she'd finally gotten some damn quality time with her nerd. Her nerd, she could actually call him that now; they were going to wait for each other, they were going to be there when this was all over. Until that time came, Sarah fully intended to steal any moment she could with Chuck; if that meant mounting him on missions against his will, then so be it. Sarah needed her quality time and she wasn't going to be denied.
As wakefulness finally overtook Sarah and she opened her eyes, she simply sighed in contentment, life was good. When Sarah rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, she simply took a moment to soak in the afterglow she felt from the previous night's activities. Chuck had fucked her so good; her nerd had really done a number on her. With the help of his foxy, switch-hitting sister, the two siblings had made Sarah orgasm more times collectively, than she'd had total since she'd discovered the wonders of the female orgasm. That might have been hyperbole, but it sure felt like the truth! The feeling of Chuck's burning hot seed exploding into her was something Sarah had never experienced so viscerally. Of course, there had been that time with Patrick years and years ago, but his piddly little load was nothing like the veritable firehose that Chuck Bartowski had unleashed inside her. Sarah wanted more of that feeling, it was addicting; she'd had a taste of her favorite drug and now she wanted more. That wasn't even mentioning the foxy Eleanor Faye Bartowski, the switch hitter who managed to make her orgasm to near unconsciousness. As Sarah could confirm, death by Bartowski was definitely a thing, but if Sarah Walker was honest, there weren't many better ways to go than screaming in orgasmic ecstasy.
Between the thoughts of Chuck's raging erection filling her to the brim with his seed and his smoking hot sister licking and sucking all of that hot man cream out of her, Sarah was suddenly very aroused. As Sarah reached down under her covers and into her panties, she found a very damp and very sensitive little kitty, who was more than a little eager to play. Her fingers ghosted over her damp folds and swollen clit and she couldn't stop the pleasurable sigh from escaping her lips. She plunged her fingers insider her burning hot center to her second knuckle, and pulled them all the way out, bringing the now soaked fingers to her mouth. As Sarah licked and sucked her own ambrosia off of her fingers, she couldn't help but think back to the previous evening; licking Chuck's cum off of her fingers like the remnants of a delicious rack of ribs.
When Sarah's hand ventured back under the covers, she immediately plunged three fingers inside her needy depths and began pumping in and out slowly. Most of the mornings she'd spent masturbating had utilized her trusty bullet vibe, but today, Sarah wanted penetration, she needed to feel stretched out, she needed to feel his cock inside her, but she knew she couldn't have him.
"I might have to invest in a good quality dildo," Sarah mused as she felt her middle finger press on her g-spot, getting a wanton gasp from the NSA Captain. Sarah really wanted her nerd inside her this morning, she ached for that feeling again, she ached to feel all of him stretching her out in all the right places. Sarah moaned once again as she increased her tempo; her fingers pumped in and out of her soaking wet center at a blazing pace, the lewd squishing sound only muffled by her thick, decadent covers over top of her.
God, she wished she had a dildo right now, even a fucking banana or cucumber would do the trick, anything to give her that satisfying feeling she so craved. She wished she had Chuck here, inside her; the perfect compromise would be a dildo made in Chuck's image. Now there was an idea, to have an exact replica of Chuck, just in her drawer, ready to go, for all those nights where she couldn't have her nerd. God, she'd get nothing else done at home; she'd just spend all day in bed. The thought of having an imitation Chuck in her drawer almost finished Sarah off; that was something to seriously consider at a later date. For right now, all that was on Sarah's mind, was satisfying the raging inferno of lust that was burning between her thighs.
Increasing her tempo and harshness of her pumps in and out of her center, the volume of Sarah's moans increased as well. She was getting close to her peak, her mind was filled with images of Chuck's hard cock, buried deep inside his sister's tight pussy. Ellie was on her back, her thick, toned thighs wrapped around Chuck's waist as he jackhammered her... hard. Chuck's raging cock had no condom, he wasn't going to be denied his satisfaction. Sarah could practically hear Ellie begging for it as Sarah's fingers quickly pumped her pussy closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes, give it to me little brother," Ellie would moan into his ear as she clung to him like kudzu. Chuck would grunt that animalistic grunt, that primal grunt that all men possessed the ability to achieve when on the verge of primal satisfaction, when about to claim another as their own.
"Do it," Sarah moaned urgently as her fingers quickly moved in and out of her center; her face a crumpled visage of pleasure, her body coiling up on the verge of blissful release. Sarah knew Ellie would beg for it, every woman would want all of Chuck inside them, he was too hard to resist. Ellie's eager cunt would do all it could to pull his essence from him, beckoning him closer and closer to his own peak.
Sarah simply moaned urgently as she felt her release coming, she was on the downhill ride and nothing would stop her now. Ellie's interlocked ankles behind Chuck's back would pull him deeper and deeper inside her warm depths, preventing his escape, preventing him from delaying his inevitable release. What woman wouldn't want that feeling? Sarah wanted that feeling so badly, yet Ellie had been able to have that feeling any time she wanted for ten years and had been making him wear a condom? That bitch!
BRIIIIIIIING... BRIIIIIIIING!
The sound of her cellphone ringing filled the room, but Sarah promptly ignored it, she wasn't going to be denied this morning. Sarah needed this orgasm; she'd been masturbating for almost twenty minutes by this point and her center was on fire with lust. Eventually her cellphone's incessant ringing stopped, allowing her mind to focus solely on the lewd images her imagination was currently concocting for her masturbatory entertainment.
"I'm going to cum," Chuck would grunt as he continued to pound Ellie's tight center.
"Give it to me, I want it all inside me!" Ellie would cry passionately as she'd reach her peak, her release splashing all over the two of them. What Sarah wouldn't give to be in Ellie's position, on her back, legs wrapped around her nerd, begging for his hot load; God she needed to cum so bad.
BRIIIIIIIING... BRIIIIIIIING!
The sound of her phone ringing again was once again ignored by Sarah; she was too focused on making herself cum to give a fuck about anything that Beckman or Casey wanted from her. Why was she so horny this morning? It was like all she could think about was sex and cumming; what had Chuck done to her? Since she'd come to Burbank it was like her mind was set on one thing and one thing only... sex. Sure, sex felt amazing when it was with a good partner, and sure she'd finally found said partner, but that still didn't explain her sudden obsession with sexual satisfaction. As Sarah felt that familiar feeling start to manifest deep inside her, she couldn't help but wish she was actually watching the sordid scene her imagination was dreaming up for her lewd entertainment. She wanted to actually see that morally bankrupt moment, she wanted it so badly; God, what was wrong with her?
As her peak exploded through her, she couldn't help but imagine that moment where Chuck's throbbing, aching cock exploded deep inside his own sister. "Chuck me!" Sarah screamed to the heavens as she came apart and climaxed. Her fingers were a savage blur in and out of her center, working to extend her peak as long as possible. When the second orgasm came, Sarah felt the release of fluids against her thighs; she was practically sobbing in joyous ecstasy at this point.
"Yes Chuck," Sarah cried out as her third peak washed over her suddenly, tears streaking from her eyes. It felt so good, but her mind was so confused at the same time; did she have an undiscovered incest fetish? Had she always secretly desired this? Where had these morally wrong desires come from that were currently helping her achieve numerous glorious climaxes? Maybe she had a fetish for the Siblings Bartowski, maybe that was the root of all of these sudden urges and desires? Whatever it was, Sarah's brain was awash with lewd, sordid desires and she loved every second of it.
BRIIIIIIIING... BRIIIIIIIING!
As Sarah heard her phone ring a third time, she ignored it once again and went back for more pleasure; she only had one goal this morning, and that was satisfaction. She should have done this yesterday, just said 'fuck the world' and masturbated for a while. Sarah didn't have a shift at the Wienerlicious today, so the world could wait for a while and let her have a moment to herself.
"Fuck it, I need some quality time..."
