The eyes of the Lioness - Sex Stories

The eyes of the Lioness

... to pull out my engorged rod and find a nice hole for it right then. The girls made out for a while, the pace of their fingering slowing. ‘Kiss her neck. On my side. I want to see your beautiful face.’ Her eyes now looked truly carnivorous. The new sensations sent shudders through the woman on top. Without having to say anything, like a great conductor, the fingering intensified. ‘Draw your fingers up her thigh. I want her dress up over her ass.’ As her hand raked up, dragging the material of the cocktail dress, an ass was revealed that was bigger that the Lioness’s. She watched me as I ogled it. Black G-string pulled to the side, multiple fingers sliding in and out so easily it must have been sopping wet. I took the opportunity to moved more rearward out of view of the Lioness. I dipped down to watch the penetration closer. Three fingers, regular frequency of thrusting. ‘Try the fourth finger.’ Rubbing my own genitals outside my trousers. ‘She’s too tight for four.’ Her voice gasping. My instructional monologue had become a dialogue. I paused. ‘Pity…. Then again, a tight little wet pussy has its advantages.’ I said. ‘You bad man, her husband is sleeping on the other side of this wall.’ My dick flooded with pre-come. She was teasing me. To keep the Lioness off her game, I crept up the far side of the bed, farther than I had been before. The wife was too occupied to notice I was so near her. I leaned in over her to where I could see the Lioness concentrating with her eyes ...

... closed. Whether she was concentrating on her friend’s carnal needs, or the conversation with me, I didn’t know. ‘I’m going to fuck her from behind and let you watch.’ Her eyes shot open, shocked and turned on that I was so close. ‘Adultery’, she said, finally. ‘Yes.’ ‘It’s punishable by death here.’ Time seemed to stop, just for a moment. ‘I don’t care.’ And at that moment, I didn’t. I walked back around the bed and kneeled down by the Lioness. I took her beautiful head and lifted it up. Her lips were hot- I remember wondering about that later, the unusual heat of them. They had the heady musky taste of pussy, courtesy of whatever had occurred before I arrived. It was a reckless kiss, two people waging war with their tongues. We were interrupted by the predictable shriek of surprise from the wife, who scrambled away to the far side of the bed. She looked toward the door in expectant horror, but no-one else was there. The Lioness laughed, which over the next thirty seconds helped put her friend at ease. With the Lioness still smiling I crooked my finger at the girl and gave her my naughtiest, sexiest smile. ‘Come here.’ The Lioness laughed as I was taking my own instruction from earlier. Her tits bobbed a little, which I thought was unfair of her since I was trying to concentrate on the cooperation of the other woman in the room. She signed to the Lioness, who signed back, and before this became a full blown conversation, I kept my momentum going by kissing the girl’s hand. I could ...