Kath cocks her head at the foot of the stairs and smiles as she picks up the sounds of wet meat rhythmically slapping together. She slowly climbs the stairs, hoping she can get to the top without making too much noise. It's not that I'm not supposed to be getting railed by some fat-dicked stud. It's just that too often when she's watching me fuck men I tend to put on a bit of a performance- acting extra slutty because I think it turns her on more. As fun as that is, she'd also like to watch without me knowing she's there. She wants to see me in an unguarded moment while I'm impaled on some big thick meat.
As she reaches the landing she can hear our breathing, panting and moaning really. My moaning breath coming in and out across my vocal cords like the cock in my ass is working my lungs like a bellows. And the stud's hot breath as he works himself into a sweaty lather while pumping my ass like a butter churn. She closes her eyes and just listens for a second or two. She can hear the wet sound of that cock sliding in and out of my ass, my hungry hole slurping greedily at it. Or at least she presumes I'm the one taking that cock, knowing my preferences like she does.
Kath slips out of her shoes and stalks slowly along the hall in her bare feet. The door to the guest bedroom on the right is open and light and sound is spilling into the hallway. By now she can hear the wooden frame of the bed creaking in time with every thrust. She bites her lip as she gets close to the door jam and peers around the corner. There we are on that big bed. I'm on my knees, holding onto the foot board with both hands, the muscles on my broad shoulders standing out as I push back against the stud slamming me from behind. He's on his knees between my legs, beating out a rhythm against my ass with his thrusts. He hold and handful of my hair in one hand and my shoulder with the other. His face is screwed tight. His eyes closes, teeth bared and brow furrowed as sweat runs down his neck. My face is the opposite. My mouth hangs open like it will never close again as he pushes one moan after another out of my guts and past my lips. My eyes are open, but rolled back in their sockets. Kath can tell there's noting behind those eyes now. My head is nothing more than the location for the other hole this stud can park his cock if he chooses. There's nothing going on in there now. I'm lost in being fucked. I'm just a meat sleeve for draining anxious cocks now. A double-ended Fleshlight with a pulse.
As she looks around the room she sees that despite being an empty headed cock slut now, I did previously consider her and her needs. There's a big, overstuffed chair positioned with a fine view of the bed and the vigorous fucking going on there. Next to the chair, on the left, is a table with an ice bucket and bottles of her preferred cider. To the right of the chair is another table upon which rests her Hitachi Magic Wand. Simply her favorite toy when it comes to leaving her cunt muscles as soft jello from all of her multiple climaxes. I was even thoughtful enough to cover the seat with a towel. If ever there was a night where she was going to be squirting, this is it.
Kath strolls into the room as if she owns the place, which she does, in a way. This is for her. This is the thing she finds sexiest- men fucking. And she's got a ringside seat. When she stands in front of me and unzips her pants, she can see that my hard cock is bouncing around under me with every thrust, leaking long thin ropes of precum down to the sheets. She kicks off her jeans and comes up to the bed and runs a hand down my back and around my hip, pulling my cheek aside so she can get a look at the size of the cock I'm impaled on. My dumb, animal eyes follow her and I see her smirk and raise and eyebrow, clearly impressed with my ass's ability to swallow this thick pole. She returns to her seat as the tempo of the fucking and the volume of the moaning and grunting increase. 'Always trying to put on a performance,' she thinks as she throws her thick thigh over the arm of the chair and reaches for the Hitachi. 'Still, it's going to be a long and productive night.'
As for what happens next? Well, I have to admit that the fantasy always got a bit vague when it comes to what happens next. Maybe she just watches? Maybe she directs the action? Maybe she joins us and demands we put our cocks to use on her?
What do you think?
