Beth and Reid - Chapter Five - Sex Stories

Beth and Reid - Chapter Five

... She smiled distractedly as Candice said some flippant comment about the announcer but her full attention was on Reid’s fingers which had now grasped the outer folds of her cunt and had begun to squeeze them hard. Beth closed her eyes for a brief second, as if praying for strength to endure, as Reid pulled her pussy lips outward, the tender flesh heating up with the rough tearing motion. Beth was now finding if difficult not to moan as the pain not only started her cunt flowing again but made her asshole clench around the plug that had become such a part of her. Now well lubricated, Reid forced two fingers into the valley between her lips and slowly began to rub her swollen clit with long, languid stokes, like a cat bathing itself. Up, down, up, down, Beth’s whole body quivered imperceptibly as Reid’s fingers continued apace, seemingly oblivious to the effect it was having on the woman attached to the clit. She gripped the stem of her wine glass like a vice, trying to anchor herself to reality somehow as Reid’s relentless stroking drove her nearer and nearer to the elusive orgasm she had been denied all day. She wondered if he was going to let her come right there and then, in front of hundreds of work colleagues and only inches away from his boss. She again resisted the urge to moan and worried that she would not be able to control herself if she was finally allowed to orgasm now, having held it back all day, she knew it was going to be a whopper. She glanced at Reid who ...

... for the first time returned her gaze. It was implacable. He clearly saw the distress in her eyes, the pleading, the fear that she was about to come all over herself at the dinner table. And yet his fingers kept up their unforgiving attack on her clit. Her legs began to tremble, her teeth bit down inside her mouth, making her jaw ache. She was now considering standing up, making some excuse to leave the table, just to get away from Reid’s damn fingers! She felt it, oh fuck, it was coming, building, rolling, thundering to the fore! Then suddenly rapturous applause broke out around her, Beth’s pre-orgasmic addled brain oddly thinking for a moment that they were applauding her momentous climax that was only heartbeats away. Abruptly, Reid pulled his fingers from her quivering cunt and joined in the applause, Beth breathing a lungful of relief, glad that the clapping distracted those around her from her clear distress. As the applause subsided, Beth now realising that the presenter had closed the proceedings for the evening, she brought the wine glass to her lips - vaguely surprised that she hadn’t shattered it in her grasp - and sipped, calming her nerves. Reid glanced at her nonchalantly, the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes now and she threw him daggers, despite knowing she might get in trouble for it later. As a message to her and her alone, he brought his hand up to cup his chin, two fingers resting on his top lip, as if in deep thought, and she saw him inhale deeply, ...