Author's note:
This is the 2nd part of a story following Jess. However, this should work as a stand-alone read, as well. This story contains moderate cuckold elements and very minor male on male oral. Enjoy!
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I awoke and could feel his breath on my pussy. I kept my eyes closed as I felt him lean in and begin his work, moaning softly as his tongue touched my clit. I wrapped one leg over his shoulder and pulled him in, letting him know I was awake.
"Good morning, Jess," he said quietly, knowing I didn't want to hear anything much above a whisper while I was still waking up. He continued paying slow careful attention to my pussy, and I kept my eyes closed.
I had been staying with Jeremy for two weeks now. Things had been awkward between us at work, after the gangbang in which neither of us had expected to see the other. My old-self, as I now thought of it, would have been mortified to even see him after he had not only seen me involved in so many dirty acts, but had participated in them himself. But something had changed in me. Something had awoken. I wanted more, and I wasn't ashamed to say so.
One morning we had ended up in the breakroom together, alone, at work. He was still clearly feeling uncomfortable about the whole thing, but I looked directly at him and told him there was nothing to be uncomfortable about. He had looked up at me then, probably the first time he had made eye contact with me since I had told him to fuck me on the table beneath the sex shop, and seemed relieved. Maybe even a little hopeful? I had smiled at him, knowing what he was hoping for, and took his hand and led him into the restroom. With his back against the wall I blew him until he came, panting from excitement, in my mouth.
Soon after, we were meeting up regularly outside of work to fuck, and soon after that I just began staying at his place all the time. I was insatiable, and he certainly didn't complain. It was basically sex-on-tap for him, and I let him do basically whatever he wanted with me. He fucked me in front of windows, he fucked my ass with a toy deep in my pussy, he fucked my throat until I almost passed out. For me, it was new, exciting, and enjoyable.
But today, as I felt him between my legs, I found myself feeling something new. My eyes were still closed and I realized I was imagining he was the tall Scandinavian man from the gangbang. I was imaging that I was there lying on the table again, my body exhausted and sore from sex, while he ate me out and ate the loads of cum that dripped out of my pussy. I found myself wanting that again, wanting to feel that exhausted and expended. I wanted to feel dirty in a way I realized I hadn't since that moment, even with Jeremy's best efforts the past two weeks.
I reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him into my pussy and imagining pressing his face into it after it had been used by so many men. The thought turned me on so much that I began bucking my hips and grinding my pussy on him, still imagining it a mess and covered in cum. He realized how turned on I was and intensified his efforts.
Soon I was sitting up, sitting on his face and grinding it as my juices ran down. I moaned and panted and closed my eyes again, completely giving into the fantasy that he was someone else, that I was somewhere else, covered in cum and exhausted and satisfied. I began grinding harder on his face, not caring if he could breath, only caring about using his face to get off. I came hard. I leaned forward and grabbed the headboard to steady myself, breathing deeply. He sat up.
"That was something new," he said, catching his breath. His face was covered in wetness. "What brought that on?"
I thought for a moment, my mind still a little foggy from the orgasm. "I uhh... I was just thinking about the gangbang."
He looked surprised at that. "You don't want to do that again, do you? I really hope you don't, to be honest. It's dangerous; you could get hurt really easily."
"I know, I just..."
"Just what? Is what we do not enough?"
"I like to think about it, that's all. Don't worry about me, you're all I need." I smiled at him warmly, reaching over and grabbing his semi-hard cock, but something had been planted in my head. I could feel it there, like an itch, and I could taste the lie I had told him on my tongue.
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Obviously, I had told my friend Alexi all about the gangbang. She and Jeremy were the only two people out of my friends and coworkers who knew. Alexi had been fascinated, and loved hearing about my escapades with Jeremy. I'd spare no details in the telling. We'd become very open with each other, sexually, in the last few weeks.
Two days after the gangbang I had come over to tell her. At first it was kind of awkward, and I kept pausing to leave things out that felt too embarrassing to tell. But, after a little bit of encouragement from her, and some interjections from her about her own experiences, I began to open up more and more about the details: how it felt to have a man fuck me with cum already in my pussy, how it felt to have two men inside me at once, how it felt to look in the mirror with cum all over my body and know that someone was watching from the other side. I began to get distracted and turned on as I told her, and my hand which was resting on my thigh made little circles and inched ever further up. Eventually I noticed she was doing the same, openly squeezing her ample breasts and pinching her nipples through her shirt at certain parts of the story.
"I'm sorry," she said after she realized I'd noticed, "I just... This is so fucking hot. Especially considering what I prude you used to be."
"No, I get it," I laughed, "I'm so wet right now just retelling it, God."
"Well that settles that," She said, standing up and stripping out of her jeans and t-shirt, "I'm not going to waste being this turned on right now. You just keep telling it like you have been, don't mind me."
I was a little surprised, but so hot that I just went with it. I stripped too, and we sat on the floor of her apartment next to each other, leaned against the couch, legs spread wide, slowly masturbating as I finished telling the story. I had my eyes closed, picturing everything that happened as I rubbed my clit slowly. Next to me I could hear Alexi panting and going at it furiously.
"And then, I was lying on the table, totally breathless, and felt someone between my legs."
"~oh, uh huh."
"And I thought someone was gonna fuck me again, but it was that tall bald guy, and he started eating me out real slow, with all that cum still leaking out of my pussy. He didn't give a fuck. It felt so good, his tongue warm against my slit and so slick from all the semen that had been pumped into me."
"Oh FUCK!" I heard her pick up her pace and I opened my eyes and looked over. She was hunched over, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in pleasure. Seeing her cum from my story bought on my own orgasm and I leaned back against the couch and basked in it, my hand slowly running up and down my dripping, spasming pussy.
After that experience, we'd usually hang out at my place when Jeremy had to work on my days off. We'd talk about sex, and Jeremy, and if we got hot enough we'd turn on some porn and masturbate together. Tonight we'd watched some gangbang scenes, at my prompting, and afterwards I confessed how I was feeling.
"So, what, you want to do it again?" She said, pulling her shirt back on over her head.
