Under His Spell - Sex Stories

Under His Spell

... pleasure. His hard-on slipped between my lips, and soon I had one hand wrapped around the base as I gave the most enthusiastic blow-job I can ever remember giving. A part of if was gratitude—he’d given me such pleasure last week, I wanted to return the favor—but a large part was simple enjoyment. I’ve always loved giving head, and in that moment, I was so turned on that I don’t think I would have stopped had my husband walked in. I gagged slightly as I took Ash’s cock deep into my throat (he was slightly larger than my husband) but soon I was taking the entirety of his erection, coating it in my saliva as I blew the teen boy with gusto. There was a brief pause as he reached down to guide my other hand, but it didn’t take me long to work out what he wanted, and soon I was fervently rubbing myself, as I swallowed as much of the unfamiliar cock as I could. Even as I blew Ash, he never took the hand off my neck. He showed me the rhythm he wanted, guided my head as it bobbed up and down. I could feel his orgasm approaching with mine, but just as he was about to cum, there was a noise behind me. My eyes opened in panic, but Ash’s hand continued to grip my neck, preventing me from turning around, and forcing me to continue blowing him. I didn’t resist—I knew I was fucked no matter what I did. There was no talking my way out of the situation, and so with nothing to lose, I continued to fellate Ash, using every trick I knew. A pair of legs entered my peripheral vision, and I was ...

... shocked as I realized that it was Georgia. She was wearing nothing but a black pair of panties and a matching bra, and she didn’t say a word, just leaned against the side-board next to Ash, and spread her legs as he reached down and slipped a finger inside her panties. Perhaps due to overload, perhaps due to the orgasm that was approaching, my brain simply switched off at that point. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening, and so it became irrelevant. My daughter’s presence, her unusual dress, and her complete lack of reaction to finding her mother giving her boyfriend oral sex—none of it mattered. All I cared about was the feeling between my legs, and the cock in my mouth. Ash’s finger slipping in and out of my daughter’s pussy was right next to my ear, and the sound quickly mixed with the other sexual noises in the room—Ash’s moans of pleasure, my own masturbation, and of course, the sound of fellatio. Soon, the three of us got into a rhythm—each time my lips reached Ash’s pubic hair, he would thrust two fingers inside Georgia—she’d gasp with pleasure, and I’d force my own fingers deep inside my wet cunt, pretending that they were Ash’s. He was the first to cum—I could feel it approaching, and sped up accordingly. He didn’t say a word as he came, and I looked up to see his lips were locked with my daughter’s, their tongues intermingling. He’s never kissed me , I noted, but the thought was immediately swept out of my head as I tasted Ash’s cum spurting into my mouth, and felt ...