Available For Rent Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Available For Rent Ch. 06

Seeing his body, seeing him come, had done something to me. I was on fire. I needed to be fucked. Before, I'd thought about how I looked getting fucked. Now I was focused on a cock sliding into me. Over and over again I imagined that moment, the way it would feel to be filled. He'd chosen me, signed me up. He had access to me whenever he wanted. Why was he waiting? Why was he making me wait?

I still didn't dare rub my clit or put anything inside myself. There were a few 'workarounds' as Gina put it when I caught her using one of them. I was chatting to her one morning when she was putting on her make up. I was still in my underwear and choosing my outfit when she called out from her room with a question about my day, and I'd walked in. We began talking about our plans. She'd put on some facial oil and picked up her concealer, and as I was talking I saw her eyes flick to the camera in her bathroom. I glanced involuntarily in the same direction, and saw that the light was red. She leaned forward quite naturally to dot concealer onto her nonexistent blemishes, but it suddenly struck me that she was pressing her whole body onto the basin. The unusually elaborate, antique blue and white Victorian basin, with porcelain swags and knots on it.

Fascinated, I watched her lips open and her breathing start to harden as she ground her pussy into the big pointed china knot at the front of the basin. I watched her arse slowly tighten and relax, tighten and relax, her legs just a few ...

... centimetres apart. Arousal flooded to my own vagina. She put the wand down and blended the dots in with her fingers, slowly turning her head and her upper body to see better in the light. A casual glance and anyone might have thought she was simply turning her whole body to look. But standing right next to her and hearing her breathing, I knew she was pleasuring herself.

She moved on to foundation, spending a long time with the brush, and tiny dots of liquid blusher. She hardly needed it - there was a sex glow developing on her cheeks and upper chest. Eyeshadow, and I could have sworn that the porcelain knot had disappeared, buried between her legs.

Her control was fragmenting. She jerked onto the knot, her lips closed, nostrils flaring. Picking up her mascara she took up a new position, her legs further apart, up on tiptoes. She was riding the knot. I could smell her arousal. I glimpsed myself in the mirror. My cheeks and lips were flushed too, I could see my wet tongue, and my eyes were glazed.

Now Gina had one hand gripping the edge of the basin, the other putting the mascara on. Only a little at a time - I wondered how she could take he risk of poking herself in the eye. Her gripping fingers were white with tension as she rammed herself onto the knot. My pussy was so swollen I expected to see it pushing out of my knickers when i glanced down, but I looked quite undisturbed despite the tumescent heat I was feeling...

Gina suddenly stopped moving. She carried on ...