Sloppy Seconds - Sex Stories

Sloppy Seconds

... floor--it will only be a matter of time before you'll be begging to be allowed to touch yourself. Just to make the point, she slides her middle finger deep into her snatch. "OOOOOH!!!!" she screams through a mouthful of your boyfriend's left nut. You need release so badly. But you don't dare do anything about it without permission! Permission which you know you'll have to humiliate yourself even further for, by begging... Terri, meanwhile, is finished giving your man's lucky cock its tongue bath, and is now sitting on his lap, facing away from him and toward you, lowering her hot, shaved pussy onto his prick. She regards you with a self-satisfied sneer. "Mmmm, look at that, my pussy fits that nice, big cock like a glove." Yours is throbbing, screaming for attention as you maul your tits, whimpering in frustration. Terri strums her clit with her fingertip as she rides your boyfriend's cock up and down. You can't stand it anymore.... "Please..." "Mmmm, please, what?" "Please Terri, may I touch my pussy?" She appears thoughtful for just a moment. "No." You moan in frustration, but without surprise. She never lets you satisfy yourself without working for it. Now being driven crazy by your need to touch yourself, you begin rubbing your legs together. "Uh-uh," Terri chides you. "Spread those legs wide, dear." "Oh Terri PLEASE... please I need it so bad...." "Nope!" she says smugly. Your man is loving the entire performance... as always. You know how much he loves seeing you ...

... degraded and humiliated--and you know how he loves being ridden. His hands are caressing her ass, then running over her smooth, tanned waist and up to her ample, 36- D breasts-- For the first time, she looks away from you, sending a glare over her shoulder. "Hey--get your hands off these. I want 'em to bounce while I'm fucking you." Terri regards you again. "Men," she sighs. "Although I suppose we can't blame him for wanting to get his hands on a *real* pair for a change." Scoffing at your small, 38-B tits... You continue kneading them in frustration and humiliation as you watch her melons bounding wildly with the fucking she's getting. You're unable to tear your eyes away. Terri *does* have a lovely body, which you would kill to have-- especially her boobs. And she looks incredibly sexy, there on the couch, fucking your man while you lie on the floor, whimpering and thrusting your hips vainly, begging for release. She smiles down at you. "Do you like my tits?" "Yes, I do..." I moan. "Would you like to suck on them?" "Oh yes." "Come over here," Terri orders. "Stand up, girl..." She makes you lean over. The intent is clear--this way, there won't be any chance of you getting any relief by rubbing your pussy against the couch, or against a leg. "Now, suck my tit." You grab her right breast. With her free hand--the one which isn't busy frigging her clit--Terri slaps your hand away. "NO! Jeez, what is it with you people and your need to grope me?? I didn't tell you to stop playing with ...