Read To Me

?I have a proposal for you, babe.? I glanced up from my laptop, the internet open to LushStories, with what must have been a hopeful look on my face, judging from her amused chuckle. I was chatting with a dear friend, teasing him, more properly, as I usually did with my sexual exploits which always made him somewhat uncomfortable. ?Does it involve me being naked?? I mumbled, my toes curling slightly, unaware of the way my tongue slid slowly between my lips until it was too late to hide my interest. I watched her, my breath catching in my chest, like it often did at the sight of my soon to be legally wedded wife, Kate. Even dressed casually, she was a vision of mouthwatering sexuality. She has the caramel colored skin, smoldering dark eyes, and dark hair of her Mexican and Filipino heritage, the only gift her father had left her before disappearing from her life. Ripe breasts and prefect curves. Had she let herself go, she could easily have been a ?big girl?. Kate, however, was far too disciplined for that. She had the body of a pin-up girl and the imagination of a deviant, something I was more than happy to take advantage of. As for me, where she was the sexy Latino siren, I was the cute blond. Shorter by almost half a foot, naturally slim, green-blue eyes that often looked as confused as I felt, right now kind of staring off into space after smoking half a bowl of rather potent weed. I watched in nervous anticipation as one perfectly manicured eyebrow rose, a look always that was always a portent of terrible things to come. ?Do you have any objections?? I answered with a spaced out giggle, nodding, and then shaking my head, unsure of the correct way to answer her query. Finally, I put gestures in to action, laid my laptop aside, and hooked my thumbs into my faded jeans, güvenilir bahis wiggling out of them, defiantly proud of the fact that I hadn?t bothered with panties when I?d dressed this morning. ?Now what?? ?I want you to read to me, Ray.? I must have looked slightly confused, for she laughed. God, her laugh was beautiful. Rich and sensual and full of life, unlike my girlish giggle. ?Pick a story. You know my favorites, or perhaps one of yours, and read it out loud. If you can get to the end without cumming, I?ll buy you those shoes you?ve had your eye on?.? My eyes went a bit wide, having been obsessed with a pair of Elif heels I?d seen at Fluevog?s a few weeks ago. Berry with pink and aqua trim. They looked amazing on me. They were also close to three hundred dollars. That she was offering them up as bet put me on guard. This was a contest she didn?t plan on losing. That said, we made playful wagers like this all the time, and she prided herself on always keeping her word. ?How about a poem?? I asked, thinking I could speed through a several lines in about sixty seconds. I backed down quickly when I saw her eyes narrow, although I did detect a hint of amusement forcing one corner of her mouth upwards. With a sigh, I picked up my laptop again, and pondered for all of two nanoseconds before zeroing in on Dancing Doll?s page. Really, the author was never in doubt; only which of her stories to read. Really, any of them would be suitable for? whatever it was that my deviant lover had planned. Still, I wanted to do this right. I stopped cold, a thought suddenly striking me. ?And if I lose?? She, after all, had never mentioned that detail. One thing about Kate. She?s very competitive. Much more than I am, and she doesn?t like losing. ?You have to go see Breaking Dawn güvenilir bahis siteleri again with me tonight.? I gasped in mock horror. I had, after all, done my duty and seen it with her on opening night. That had been the deal. Once in the theatre and I was off the hook. In all fairness, I?d actually enjoyed it (although part of my enjoyment had been reliant upon my position between Kate and my best friend in all of Seattle, Sydney, both of whom had had no qualms of resting their hands upon my thighs and? well, I?d worn a dress that night, and their fingers had wandered a bit, I am forced to admit). She let out a sharp burst of laughter, shaking her head. ?Really, I?d think that you?d want to indulge me, considering how wonderful I am.? Grumbling, I said nothing, not wanting to answer one way or the other, instead concentrating on choosing a story to read. Finally, I?d settled on my favorite. The Sex Rehab Diaries: Rachel?s Confession. Sharing the same name with Doll?s Heroine hadn?t hurt making this sordid tale of a girl who let?s herself be caged and used at a sex party an often read tale. ?Ready.? I told her, shyly, feeling somewhat exposed, not surprising as I was naked from the waist down. ?Mmm. You?re such a pretty little slut, Rachel.? She teased, kneeling before me, running her perfectly manicured nails along the flesh of my thighs. I shivered, perhaps even let out an imperceptivity soft gasp as I did my best to keep my laptop balanced across my slowly parting legs. ?I?ve been wanting to do this since your last story, Olivia.? She divulged, pausing long enough to unbutton her top, revealing a crimson half bra, her dark areola peeking out from the delicate lace. ?Now, baby girl.? ?Hi, I?m Rachel, and yeah? I guess you can call me a sex addict.? iddaa siteleri Oh, how true that was, I thought, pausing to glance up at my lover, her smile almost feral as she leaned forward, her hands sliding over the tops of my thighs, pushing them further apart, her robin?s egg lacquered nails leaving soft pink lines in my pale flesh, my voice trembling as I did my best to continue, already surrendering myself to a simple truth; I was going to lose. Still, I had to give it my best try. Anything less, I knew from experience, would have annoyed her (that said, the idea of irritating her as means of revenge for what she was doing to me certainly crossed my mind at some point, especially if it meant she?d punish me for it). ?Don?t stop, honey.? She growled, her teeth sinking gently into the meat of my thigh, her lips warm and wet, her tongue both rough and soft. I continued, concentrating diligently, doing my best to get through the introduction and into the true heart of the story, my heart pounding in my chest, my blood pumping into my clit and nipples, making them insanely sensitive, especially when she started blowing softly against my already dripping pussy, her silky hair brushing against my skin, anticipating the touch of her mouth against my cunt. I began stumbling over words, reading sentences more than once, even skipping lines as she teased her tongue between my pussy lips. By this time I was leaning back, my hips on the edge of the couch, her forehead pushing against my computer. Like a fool, I lifted it up so that she could have better access to my entrance, and she took full advantage of that, slipping a pair of fingers inside my slick entrance, her mouth fastening to my throbbing clit, her teeth closing slowly until I let out a squeal of pain, my nails digging into the palms of my hands, my eyes threatening to roll back into my skull. ?Keep reading, kitty.? Whimpering, I tried, having just made it to the scene where the Rachel in the story is collared with a diamond trimmed silver collar and a leash.