Ruby and the Watcher - Sex Stories

Ruby and the Watcher

... sleep. “You’re a fairy then, or some kind of… vampire.” “Maybe they’re all me, I think I’ve been doing this a long time.” Fay waved her remote again. She rewound further and found a soldier, stoically pumping gasped laughter out of a girl in an alleyway. Flappers presenting naked rears, a lifted skirt in a horse-drawn carriage, lithe naked figures rolling in thick wheat. Spreading and thrusting and licking and screaming from all ages and all over the world. Ruby shook her head. She felt insane. And very, very horny. “Show me Bill. And me. Yesterday.” “Ruby.” “Please. It will help.” Fay called up Bill’s bathroom. Ruby under the hot spray, one foot wedged on a shelf, face pressed to the tiles and pushing back at Bill, thrusting hard from behind. Ruby opened the front of her jeans and slid her hand inside, relishing Fay’s “Oh!” then gasping herself as she found her sex crazily wet. Not a minute too soon. Ruby needed to scratch this itch. Let the woman watch again if she liked. Fay did like, and made no secret of it, dropping to her knees in between Ruby’s, eyes swollen to big black saucers. The slap-slap-slap of Bill’s hips on Ruby’s buttocks filled the room. Recorded Ruby and the real one gasped in syncopation as her fingers slid inside and matched Bill’s pace, thumb rubbing at her spot. And Fay watched, hands clasped between wide knees, delight radiating off her. “He fucks for ages,” Ruby muttered, her fingers digging at her arousal, a tense tingle building up. “I know,” Fay ...

... said, frowning, then grabbing Ruby’s jeans and underwear and yanking them over her bottom. “Very dull.” Ruby was lost in lust. She let Fay toss the clothing. “Actually. It really is isn’t it?” Ruby propped her feet on the seat and spread the full gory details, then realised watching this beautiful woman watch her was actually more exciting than Bill’s sports fucking. “Oh my,” Fay said, and curled her hands underneath herself. “This is very exciting.” Suddenly Bill growled, “You done babe? I need to cum.” On-screen Ruby nodded enthusiastically. “I wasn’t really,” said the real one. “But I knew I wouldn’t cum. Not like that.” Bill pulled out and Ruby dropped to her knees, grabbing his member and rubbing it. The real Ruby pressed her lips as Bill roared. Fay turned to watch. Bill came, howling, “Suck it! Suck it!” “Well he certainly enjoyed himself,” Fay said as he spasmed cum all over Ruby’s cheek and hand. With a stiff smile, she offered both to the cleansing hot water. “He didn’t deserve you. Glad you didn’t suck him off.” “Only way he ever wanted to cum,” Ruby said, “In my mouth or face. This was as far as I’d go. With him anyway.” She wanted Fay’s attention back. She stroked the woman’s cheek. Fay smiled and touched the tip of her tongue to Ruby’s finger. “You taste salty,” Fay said. “I know,” Ruby said. “Now, where were we?” On screen, Bill muttered, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” He had kept Ruby there for ages, kissing his cock until he was limp. Ruby hoped Fay might kiss her ...