The camming of Alise - Sex Stories

The camming of Alise

... washed over her, an intensity she'd never felt.

He rode her down with his hand, a big cocky smirk on his face.

"That's right, you will be my slut," he kept repeating as her hips circled slower and slower until she collapsed fully back into the pillow, her legs still spread lewdly, her chest heaving in the afterglow.

"I can make that happen right now," he grinned.

I sighed. As much as I wanted this, I also loved edging to the thought of it, the thought of her "secretly" getting felt up every time he was around. Him fucking her tonight just seemed to be jumping that gun. I needed the embarrassment of it, of knowing how he was using her as a play toy, right behind my back.

I texted her, which caused her phone to buzz next to her. "Hey babe, be home in a minute."

I saw Don's face form a scowl. He was probably cursing a blue streak under his breath.

Still topless, her tits and chest red and splotchy from the excitement, her legs open, panties still rudely to the side she reached up for his crotch. She lightly grazed his cock through his pants.

"Don, I can't...not tonight...."

He retreated. "No, but you will."

This time there was no protest from her, no denial. She stroked it one more time before he turned and walked out. I smugly grinned myself as I thought how hard he was going to whack off to all of that.

When I returned, Alise was still in the bed, looking as obscene and spent as before.

"Hey baby," she said sleepily, both from the wine and from her exertions just minutes earlier.

"I've been kind of horny and I....might have started without you," she giggled.

I climbed right in, slipping into her felt like sliding into hot butter. I gave her the ride of my life, the whole time wondering when, and /or if Don...or someone else, would get this exact same feeling.