Ashtray - Sex Stories

Ashtray

... faster, please baby!” “Can I touch you too?” I ask sheepishly. “Is your dick going to grow four more inches?” I shake my head no. “Then fuck off.” Mark shifts his position kneeling down in front of her, her legs spread for him, and sinking his face into her eats her out, lapping his tongue over her sopping wet pussy lips while prodding and flicking up and down her harden clit. She loves it; I can tell while watching her squirm and beg for more, her groaning coming from the back of her throat. He tilts his head to the side, while still rubbing her clit, keeping her wanting more, and buries his mouth deeper into her eager, starved slit. He sloshes her pussy juice around the inside of her walls and right up over her entire pussy, coating it. He looks up at her, grinning while he pushes two fingers, the middle and ring, inside her and I see her pupils, surrounded by green, dilate with excitement as he thrusts them back and forth while licking her expanding clit keenly. Crawling over to them I place a hand on her knee while he fingers her fast and precise, his palm facing up and his two outside fingers gently touching her asshole. He pulls her towards his chest so that her head is on the seat cushion and the back of her thighs rest on his shoulders while he is still bowing down in front of her. And as he fingers her, his other hand gently pushing down on her stomach, all I can hear is her screaming and the splashing of her pussy. “Oh fuck! I’m cuming, fuck I’m cuming!” She ...

... calls out. Mark turns her gape towards me holding her left side slightly up, her left leg on his shoulder while she rubs her clit squirting all over me. It washes over my mask and chest, even a little pool has collected in my ashtray, and I cough because some of it finds its way into my mouth. She does taste good, though. I stand up massaging the tip of my cock careful not to cum yet, as Mark leans into her and brushes the side of her head while kissing her slender neck. She is now sitting up, panting as she tries to fix some of her makeup, which now looks like a sexy, hot mess. “Holy fuck, that’s a beautiful cock,” she says looking at his hung meat. She snaps her fingers at me taking a deep breath while pushing her hair back and points to her cigarettes on one of the end tables by the armchair. She gets out a smoke and lights it. She finishes and has another while all the ashes are collected by the tray hanging from my mouth. She collects some spit in her hand and coats Marks’s long member with it, going up and down folding her finger over his engorged knob while twisting and sliding her hand back down to his base. She repeats this making it look almost hypnotic. After a few more firm strokes, she takes him into her mouth without question, while jerking me off with her right hand that she has just spat in. “Why can’t you have a cock like this?” She points at my prick, “look at his sad cock, what a cruel joke.” She looks up at Mark achingly, “Good thing I have you around, king ...