Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night - Sex Stories

Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night

... pretty lady, but is this seat taken?" Bobbi asked in her man voice. I wish I could have seen Maggie's face because I'd never told her that Bobbi would be joining us. She paused for just a couple of seconds as she took in the spectacle. "No! Why no, it's not, sir. Please sit down. Surely someone like you will keep the weirdos from harassing me."

Bobbi sat down carefully on the sofa, and I slid my chair over behind them. The screen was particularly hot as Scarlett's meeting with the dignitary now included the dignitary's valet and she was being wonderfully spit-roasted on a tufted chaise. I caught the movement of Bobbi's hand from the edge of my vision. I looked down and she was casually stroking herself the way a man would if he was stroking his cock through his pants. I was pretty sure Maggie noticed as well.

"My, Marie Antionette certainly had a way with people, didn't she?" Maggie said with a deep exhale. She popped the collar of her blouse a couple of times as if she was getting hot.

Bobbi cleared her throat. "Yes, she's quite the ... negotiator."

I held my breath as I watched Maggie's hand slide over to caress the impressive bulge that lay across the top of Bobbi's thigh. Maggie popped her blouse again as she stroked the bulge there. "Oh my, is it getting hot in here or is it just me?" I had to hand it to her, she was getting into her role and was good at it.

I stood and slowly slid my hand down Maggie's loose blouse again. This time she just moaned ...

... softly as I cupped her big soft tit. I squeezed firmly. I looked over and saw that the pink dildo of my wife's strap-on was jutting from the open zipper of my wife's trousers. Bobbi moaned as a man might have as she stroked herself.

I felt Maggie's hand grip my own through her blouse and she turned her head to kiss my forearm. I squeezed her tit tightly until I heard her moan and then let up. Maggie looked at Bobbi, "Well, I think if he's going to keep interrupting the movie, that terrible fellow behind us should just come and sit down." She patted the cushion to her right.

I stood and walked around the couch and waited for Maggie to see me. When Bobbi and I first started our investigative company, Bobbi had bought me a classic private-eye trench coat and fedora as a sort of gag gift. I stood with the trench coat on and a pair of two-dollar trousers, with the crotch cut out of them, in classic flasher fashion. My hard cock jutted between the flaps of the coat. I had expected Maggie to laugh out loud but to her credit, she looked at my cock and licked her lips seductively.

"Oh yes. Please do sit down. Come enjoy the film with us," she said innocently. I was only sitting for a moment before her hand came over and grasped my cock softly. She began stroking me and then turned her attention to the film. I glanced over and she had both Bobbi's fake cock and mine in her soft hands. I moaned and she glanced over and shushed me with a frown.

The movie progressed and it wasn't ...