A funny thing happened.. pt 3 - Sex Stories

A funny thing happened.. pt 3

... head in a single motion, letting my big boobs bounce free, nipples proud and erect. Then I stood there, naked except for my fishnets and my fuck-me pumps, and watched my slave, my man, my soon-to-be lover lose himself staring at me. I'll say this: the look on Sim's face was sure as hell flattering. Like everybody else, when I look in the mirror, I mostly see stuff I don't like: cheeks too chubby, face too round, shoulders too broad and bony, hair too...whatever. But Sim...well first of all, his entire body was leaning forward, as if he wanted to dive into me, or devour me, and believe me, I'd have been fine with either choice. His eyes flashed from my face to my chest to my hips to my legs, and then back again. I twirled slowly, and gave him an over-the-shoulder, pin-up style pose, and he groaned. No shit: he actually groaned as he caught sight of my ass. I turned again and glanced between his legs, and then it was my turn to stare. Age notwithstanding, Sim's cock was proud and erect, red and angry and swollen with need. For me. I knew it, and at the same time I wondered: Carolyn and Liz were two of the most beautiful women that I'd ever seen, but maybe beauty hadn't been enough. Maybe something in Sim was responding to my need, my desire for him. Whatever. Didn't matter. I felt chosen. I felt wanted, needed. I felt beautiful. And, surprise, surprise: I also felt horny as hell. "Um...Philia," Liz's voice speaking behind me: "I think it's time for us to do your hair." Sim ...

... started, stood up, and I turned around quickly. It had been a pre-arranged signal. When I felt ready for some private time with our slave, I was supposed to send Vibrata off with Philia to help prepare her for her wedding night. Both ladies had been happy to help me tease and arouse Sim, and Liz had offered to...go further if Sim had—it was a hard thought to have had—if he'd been into the idea of sex rather than specifically into...well...me. But the whole plan had been to get us together in a kind of playful way. Not too heavy, not too serious, nothing that looked, sounded or felt remotely like a pity fuck. We'd planned more stuff, more little teases, more games, but apparently Liz didn't see the need. Carolyn pouted a little; she'd been enjoying herself quite a bit, and Liz slapped her ass hard, with a resounding crack. Carolyn cooed. "And that's what we call confirmation." I thought to myself. "Naughty little Carolyn: gay or bi?" I'd wonder about that later. Liz caught my eye, grinned and winked. And then she and Carolyn were gone; in and out of the bathroom for their clothes, and then out the green room door headed God knows where, and to do God knows what, although once again, guessing: didn't take a rocket scientist. And then I forgot about them, because the door had clicked shut, and Sim and I stood facing each other, naked and alone, surrounded by beanbags, a comfy couch, and a twin bed covered with a red satin sheet. 16. We stood and stared at each other for a long few ...