Internal Desire

When he lifted his finger slowly back from the thin material, there was a thin thread of fluid tracing back from Nick's finger back to his new boss, Tracy's, soft panties. The memory of what had transpired in order for him to come into their possession ran back through his mind as Nick touched his thumb to his pointer finger and rolled them together before he brought them to his nose and breathed in Tracy's intoxicating nectar. He gave into his lust and ran them over his lips before he darted his tongue to lick her sweet juices.

Once he tasted her sweetness, a wave of sex-fueled desire rushed over Nick and his hand unconsciously lowered to his crotch before he physically realized it. As his palm rubbed the tight tent in the front of his shorts, Nick's fingers reached below and stroked the engorged head of his cock which throbbed back against the restricting prison that contained it. Nick drifted off into a lust-filled haze, and sat back on his bed as his hand clumsily wrestled with the button of his shorts.

Tracy reprised her normal role of dominating supporter in most of Nick's sexual fantasies, and sat behind her desk, legs spread wide, blouse torn open, fingers massaging her large breasts, "That's it Nickie, get that monster snake out and come over here and fuck me so hard you break my chair," she cooed.

Nick had managed to slip his shorts down, and stroked his full shaft before he reached down and fondled his balls for a moment and adjusted his hips on the bed to lay more comfortably. His other hand had brought the tiny fabric up to his face and Nick gently darted out his tongue to lick the small wet spot that was still visible on the triangle of fabric attached to the strings that comprised the rest of the undergarments.

As he sniffed deeply into the bouquet of her, Tracy suddenly propped her leg over Nick's shoulder and dragged his head until his face lay directly in front of his boss' freshly waxed vagina. Back in his covetous dream-state, Nick suddenly found himself on his knees and ready to dive into Tracy's honeypot more eagerly than Winnie the Pooh. On his bad, back in reality, Nick ingeniously pulled the strings of the thong over his head and positioned the crotch portion of the garment directly over his nose. He gladly inhaled from his breathing mask and now had both hands free to fondle his cock and sensitive testicles and taint.

Tracy's imagined moans and coaxing orders in his mind gave way to Nick's very real grunts as he continued to stroke his cock and massage the pulsing head. So intense was his mental fog, that Nick failed to remember to close his bedroom door completely before giving into the fantasy.

As the apartment was a student rental, the walls were near-paper thin regardless and sound traveled very well throughout the entire space. Heather had paused her game and was on her way to the fridge to grab something to assuage the furious case of the munchies she was experiencing when a familiar noise brought a devilish grin to her lips.

Her gaze drifted over her shoulder and noticed that the door was slightly ajar. She thought back to when Nick had gotten home and strained to remember the girl that came in with him and cursed that last bowl she had packed. When she ran through the memory again, she swore she remembered a panicked, but somehow not afraid look on his face when she nodded at him entering before he scurried into his room. Curiosity had won out against the roommate-right-to-privacy, and Heather figured if he really wanted privacy, he would have made sure to close the door as she slowly inched closer with over-animated stealthy steps.

Nick's hands knowingly caressed his manhood as his hips gently rolled and thrust in time with his fist. His pointer and middle finger of his other hand pressed firmly against his perineum, and he groaned again as he found his prostate. With the veil of Tracy's thong over his face, even if Nick had opened his eyes, he might not have seen a slinking Heather poke her head into the cracked doorway just in time to catch another hip thrust and grunt.

Heather was all to familiar with Nick's body and standard routines when it came to taking care of himself, but her eyes were wide with bewilderment at the spectacle before her. She couldn't remember Nick ever having a panty fetish, nor had she known him to delve into exhibitionism. So much so, in fact, that he would blush at the mere topic of sex or public displays of affection while they dated. All that aside, Heather could not deny that the idea that Nick stole a pair of her soiled undies and had donned them as a gasmask would have been enough to inspire her own self exploration, but on top of that she was now front and center for the show as well.

Nick continued to jerk and spasm on the bed with his eyes jammed shut, completely oblivious to the fact that his roommate was a mere 10 feet from him, drinking in all he had to offer. Meanwhile, off in dreamland, Tracy had now taken command and Nick was sprawled out on the desk with his pants around his ankles. His boss towered over him and told him not to move.

His neck strained upward so he could still see what she was about to do, but the strain soon became too much, and he allowed his shoulders to roll back onto the desk and his head to fall back over the other end of the desk. He heard the desk chair roll away and heard some rummaging. Next, he felt the sharp scratch of Tracy's fingernails as they dug into his calves and inched their way up to his knees. A soft, cool puff of air tickled the tip of Nick's cock head. It sent a shiver up his spine just as a trickle of saliva replaced the sensation.

Tracy cupped her hands just under the base of Nick's cock to catch the pool of spit just as it started to run down into the tiny tuft of pubic hair. She then rolled her grip around his manhood, careful not to let a drop slip past and stroked slowly up his entire length. She continued with long, slow strokes using both hands until Nick started to lift his head.

Thunder clapped in Nick's ear before the sharp sting registered as Tracy scolded for him to lay still and keep his eyes shut and enjoy. As she slightly released her tight grip on him, Nick felt the heat radiate from the head all the way down his shaft and resolved to follow every future command. Further punishment for his actions came as Tracy then completely released him and seemed to vanish.

Surely this was a test, Nick thought, and he remained completely still. He had heard that as one sense was taken away, the others would kick into overdrive to compensate, but he never gave it much thought. Until now. He strained his ears to hear what Tracy might be up to, but he could not hear a thing. Though he would love to have something to taste and touch, it seemed those senses were also of no use; which left only smell. At the exact same moment Nick felt another glob of liquid drip onto his crotch, he was smacked in the nose with a sweet aroma.

Before he could make sense of what was happening, Nick felt skin rub on each of his shoulders. Next, their stomachs grazed against each other. Finally, just as he felt outstretched fabric slap home against the underside of his throbbing member, Nick instinctively lifted his head to investigate and drove his entire face into Tracy's backside and undercarriage.

Tracy's thighs clenched tight around Nick's head which trapped his face deep against her. In his position, Nick could barely breath as his entire mouth was fixed firmly against Tracy's lips and his nose wedged along her vagina. She gave a firm flick to the top of Nick's dick and shouted that he had been warned to lay back. Nick was helpless, but could think of no better prison to be in and gave in, happily gasping for the sweet perfumed air of Tracy's obviously worked up nether region.

With each fidgeting squirm Tracy mustered as she continued to prepare for whatever would come next, Nick felt her outer lips slide back and forth and felt her dampness on his lips. He tried to dart his tongue out to lick clean his lips, but her strong thighs had a vice-like clamp on his head and it was no use. Then, one large hip thrust backward from Tracy set into motion a series of simultaneous serendipitous events.

First; it sent Nick's nose straight into Tracy's love cavern. Second; with each subsequent backward thrust, Nick could now time a quick breath of fresh (though pungently scented) air. Most importantly, third; Tracy had wrestled her sports bra around Nick's throbbing erection and could finally proceed in the main event of tit-fucking her new intern.

While Nick's imagination worked its magic, his hands matched it step-for-step and Heather had to bite hard on her lip to not let a moan escape as she watched. She had opened the door another inch and now stood in the half-opened doorway, one hand across her chest massaging her chest through her shirt, the other pressed firm against her own pelvic bone as her fingers rolled in large circles over her crotch. She continued to watch her unwitting performer writhe on the bed and worked herself into a large enough frenzy that she seriously considered a trip to her room to retrieve her vibrator to finish herself off as the show continued.

Like a familiar porn video she had watched a hundred times, but now with the added benefit of actually knowing and having fucked the performer, Heather knew every move Nick would make before he did it. He employed his usual technique of long, even strokes up and down his shaft with his dominant right hand in a twirling motion. His feet pressed together at the soles which forced his knees out wide as he thrust his hips up into a bridge position. This allowed his left hand to slide between his legs and under his scrotum to apply just the right amount of pressure to his prostate. Heather knew this drove Nick wild, and she could sense him building in anticipation before the evidence proved her theory as another loud grunt filled the room.

Nick's right hand quickened in pace and was now a blur of impassioned piston-like fervor. Heather knew it wouldn't be long until she was rewarded with the inevitable climax and was abruptly aware of the Pavlovian effect this had on her as her mouth had produced extra saliva and her hand cleared the hair from her face to welcome Nick's warm seed, or as they jokingly referred to it, his love lotion. As he slid his hand further up his shaft and focused on shorter pumps which started halfway up and stop just before the tip of his head disappeared between the circle of his hand, Heather half drifted off into a haze as she imagined him standing above her, ready to unleash his sticky load on her pleading face and chest.

The momentary escape was ill timed and the two simultaneously returned to their real-world experience just in time to lock eyes. Heather panicked and froze in place. Nick bolted upright as the first eruption of cum blasted forth from his cock and splashed against his chest. He tried to cover up, but he was laying on the covers of his bed and there wasn't a stitch of clothing within arm's reach. Suddenly he realized that wasn't entirely true and ripped the underwear off his face which was now hot with embarrassment as much as passion.

Heather finally regained control of her faculties and scurried from the doorway without a word. She half expected him to run out into the living room to confront her, but instead the apartment fell silent. Heather ran through every scenario in her mind of how this would play out, and none of the ones she came up with were good.

Nick lay on his bed, balled up panties in one hand, the other cum soaked and still clenched tightly around his cock as it leaked slowly over and created a semen pool in his lap. He couldn't help but let out a loud, frustrated sigh before carefully shifting to his feet and shimmying to the bathroom to clean up after himself. Not wanting to face the reality that waited for him in the living room, and upon seeing the after effects of his sitting up mid orgasm, Nick opted for a shower to wash the cum out of his chest and matted pubic hair.

When he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to pat himself dry, Nick thought he heard the front door close and figured Heather also wanted to escape the awkwardness that would now be looming between them. He wanted to feel angry with her, but something about the look on her face when they locked eyes brought a wry smile to his. He had made up his mind to try and forget the whole thing as he opened the door to go get dressed for a run to clear his mind.

That notion went up in smoke as he opened the door and was greeted by Heather, spread eagle on his bed, bald beaver staring straight at him. He started to protest and Heather simply held a finger to her mouth and motioned for him to stay quiet. Befuddled, but intrigued, Nick accepted the unspoken terms and stood in his towel in the doorway.

She then brought her other hand up and revealed that she had brought a friend along for the show. Her favorite vibrator was a realistic purple penis that was roughly the same length as Nick's at just over six inches, but was slightly more girthy and had a tiny clit stimulator as well. Before she turned it on, Heather brought the simulated cock to her mouth and licked up and down each side, then took the head into her mouth and drooled spit onto the tip of it. As she pulled the toy away from her mouth, the spit slid from the top and dripped down onto her chest and she let the cock follow its trail down to her breasts.

Nick's mouth dropped open as she reached down and turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting and dragged it between her tits, then swirled the spit to each nipple and teased the tiny, erect pink eraser tips. He looked back to her face and the two caught each other's gaze, but the humiliation was still too fresh and both averted their eyes quickly.

Heather's toy continued its journey ever south until it reached her mound. Her legs lifted and parted to allow an unobstructed view of her and Nick was not ashamed to take in the lovely landscape. It appeared the previous show had had a lasting effect on Heather as the toy easily parted her lips to reveal an already wet and ready crevice. A click of the bottom of the toy filled the room with an audible purr and the head slid to the top of Heather's slit and coaxed her love button from its hiding place.

It was now Nick's turn to grin as he saw the tell-tale signs of Heather finding her pleasure pearl with a sudden spasm. Her waist rolled and swirled as her hand slid the purple wand up and down her lips, then slowly arched back to position the head for it's first penetration. Nick's cock jolted under the towel in muscle memory from previous experience of that same anticipation.

Heather was greedy with lust and engorged herself until only the tiny white handle remained outside her body. Her palm held the clit stimulator firmly in place and she shuddered as waves of passion washed over her. Nick knew well that Heather could orgasm from penetration alone quite often, but was guaranteed multiple, bed shaking orgasms when her clitoris was properly engaged. He was also aware that there was a clear reason why this was her favorite toy.

Almost instantly, Heather's leg started to buckle and shake as Nick could tell a small original orgasm had occurred. Heather often referred to these as the tailgate for the big game and Nick would often laugh as he knew that exhausted any and all sports terminology she knew. He could also tell that she was already building up for another wave to crash as she brought her fingers to her mouth. She slid three fingers deep into her mouth just as a loud moan sprang forth and her stomach contorted and flexed. She thrashed on the bed as her lower extremities betrayed her. She tried to position her legs on the frame of the bed, but was unable to get them placed firmly and instead flopped uncontrollably in ecstasy.

When that groundswell had passed, Heather was finally able to release her hand from her mouth and she brought her feet up onto the bed. From there, she lifted her lower back off the bed and brought her drool-soaked hand under her leg and spread her cheeks apart. Nick was treated with a full view of all that Heather had to offer; her full lips were wrapped around the large purple toy as it slid easily in and out of her glistening hole, and her pointer and ring fingers spread her sensitive crack wide enough for her middle finger to slide up and down it before it traced a small circle around its bullseye target.

Her body played tug-of-war with itself. Heather drove her hips up and down and was treated to a distending reward on each end of her thrusts. Her finger plunged deeper with each lowered trip and the toy seemed to reach new depths of her vagina despite being inserted to the hilt in its unrelenting assault of her clitoris.

Nick stood in wide-eyed amazement as Heather continued to spit-roast herself for his enjoyment. Heather's reckless abandon started to prove too much for Nick and his towel became tighter around his waist. He could feel a rejuvenated erection strain against the heavy, damp towel and before long the wrap gave way and threatened to fall off. He started to grab for the towel, but decided instead to let it fall seeing as how they had already come this far.

As it turned out, the previous awkward eye contact between the two had been enough to put Heather off from another glance to the bathroom doorway. Either that, or Heather was simply to involved with herself to be bothered. Regardless, Nick stood statuesque, hands on hips, as his towel slipped loose. He expected it to drop straight to the ground with a thud. Instead, it clung to his hips and newly fashioned towel hook.

Sweat and her own sex juices clung the bed sheets to Heather and she could feel her muscles start to quiver from the prolonged bridge position she had been holding. On top of that, her vagina couldn't take much more of the pounding it had endured without a rest. She never bothered to count how many orgasms she had during any sexual encounter, whether alone or with a partner, but figured she had sufficiently paid her debt to Nick for her intrusion.

With an exaggerated hip thrust up, she removed her fingers from her backside and brought the arm to her side so she could finally lower her hips back onto the bed. When she did, Heather caught a glimpse of Nick as he stood in the doorway with the towel tented out in front of him. She could tell by the gaped mouth that he had enjoyed his side of the show as much as she had hers.

As she slid the purple cock out of herself and slid the bottom of the device to the off position, she held it to her mouth in another hush motion and the two once again locked eyes. She then gave a wink to Nick and slid the long, purple toy all the way inside her mouth until the stimulator rubbed her nose. She hopped to her feet and sauntered out of the room without so much as a word and closed the door tight behind her.

For what felt like ten minutes, all Nick could do was stand there and replay the last half hour back in his head. He still couldn't be sure if what had just happened was all a dream or not until a loud smack sound woke him from his stupor and he looked down to the wet towel at his feet and flaccid penis that had finally given out in the fight to hold it up.