Girl on the Net

This week’s guest blog was sent to me by VH, and it’s one of those straight-up sex stories that I particularly enjoy posting on a Friday, because I get to see the stats go up when everyone logs in on Saturday morning for a hangover wank. It’s hot, and explicit, and it’s about a threesome at a photoshoot. What more could you possibly want?

Fucking his wife

I only wish I were a man when I’m with certain women. The ones who moan at every touch and respond so beautifully that I wish it weren’t my mouth and fingers – I wish I could sit back and watch them. Feel them tighten around me and I could be a little removed from it. I just wish I could really enjoy the show and feel it too.

E was one of those. She had exquisite wrists, wide-set eyes, gently sloping hips. She played violin and I’d watch her fingers furiously plucking at the strings instead of actually listening to anything. She was shy and awkward and soft in ways that made me want to sink my nails into her flesh and tear her apart. In a nice way, obviously.

But the best part was how she tasted. I’d groan into her and push my fingers inside her, wanting more and more of her but never quite getting enough. Every time I thought that was it, I’d sit back and see her pink, open cunt and her flushed cheeks (the red went straight across the bridge of her nose too) and have to start all over again, pushing her open with my fingers and gently swirling my tongue over her clit until she could handle something harder. Or I’d just marvel at her bruising nipples and the red welts I dragged over her with my nails. Something about her meant that I was never quite ready to stop.

The first time we met, I already knew her body well. Side effect of being a nude model is that millions of people do, and we met under the thinly veiled pretence of a photoshoot with her husband. I knew that I wanted her but sometimes people just come as a package deal and you have to accept the free extras too. Not that he was bad, it’s just that she was fantastic.

I spent the first hour of our shoot just teasing her through the lens. This I can do; arch just right, bend, look longingly into the camera, and make fuck me eyes. This was one of the times I didn’t actually have to put it on, and funnily enough the photographs are some of my favourites.

The joy of shy girls (and boys) is that I’m suddenly the smooth charming one rather than the bumbling awkward one. It’s a position of power I don’t usually have but slip into with a strange ease. Eventually, after an age, one thing finally led to another. I slowly peeled her clothes off, revealing the hard nipples and defined hip bones that I knew so well.

She smelled delicious, and whispered more and more encouragement in her American drawl. The problem with domination is that I always want to hurt as well; she submitted and I wanted to bite, slap, force but that wasn’t on the cards. Instead the restraint was all part of the game – I had to be soft and slow so I relished in it.

I didn’t even realise that her husband had returned until I heard the click of a shutter, with my face buried in her cunt with her fingers in my hair. I pulled her legs up and pushed my tongue in deeper – click – she moaned, I watched her face as my fingers slid into her – click – her legs twitched each time my tongue flicked over her clit – click.

Her husband pulled out his cock and placed it on her lips – click – I watched as she took it to the back of her throat and made a gargle sound – click. It’s about then that I start wishing I had a cock to impale her on, so I would watch, and feel, and enjoy, and feel her come that way too. Instead I swirled my fingers inside her and gently sucked on her clit, gathering pace and feeling her tense and shudder under my touch.

I didn’t even realise how achingly wet I was until he slid into me. To be honest I didn’t even notice him there, I was just totally engrossed in her arched back and bucking hips. But I needed it; the desperate empty feeling in the pit of my stomach rose up but disappeared immediately as he pushed into me, again and again, grabbing me by the hair and pushing my face deeper into his wife’s cunt. I squeezed and licked and moaned until E withdrew to watch her husband gather my hair in his hand and fuck me hard enough to push the air out of my lungs. She took over the camera as he pulled me up to kneeling position and bounced me up and down on his cock (click). He fucked me exactly the way I wanted to fuck her – mercilessly, bending my body exactly as he wanted it until his cum fell across my back.