She Likes to Watch
This past Friday, Kate and I went to a party north of the city. We took the train there and then caught a ride from the station to the house. We didn't know the owner of the house - the host of the party - we were invited by one of Kate's friends who shares the same lifestyle we do. We were going there to meet people, maybe a permanent or perhaps a one-nighter, but she was intent on the joy of the hunt.
We mingled about the party, and whether we were standing still or moving about, she never took her hand out of my back pocket. I love that feeling when her hand is there; my ass is really sensitive and I enjoy the sensations. I also like the mental aspect of this as well; it's as if she is saying she owns my ass, which is the truth...
We talked to different guys and couples and despite my really getting excited by this one really cute guy, she didn't want me playing with an outward looking sissy like myself. She wanted a strong looking and well-conditioned man, a top, someone who looked - and spoke - like he knew how to treat a boy. I mean, that is my type but damn that guy was cute. I very much felt we would be sucking each other all night. Again, that's not what she wanted tonight.
Tonight, she dressed me in a way that said everything: I was wearing low-rise women's pants. This was intentional so not just the waistband of my soft, dark purple g-string panties (my favorite panty color) but also the little triangle of material leading down towards my crack could be seen if my shirt was lifted just a bit (or I bent over to pick something up). Up top, I was wearing a trendy t-shirt. I looked sporty, playful.
After about an hour of mingling and not finding agreement, we found ourselves in a big living room where a few others, who didn't intrigue us, were standing about. Kate had an idea. She wanted me to sit on the couch and across the room, she was going to sit on a chair, and suggested we act as if we were alone and see what happens.
After about 15 minutes of getting no one's attention, a very hot man with a runner's build and about ten years older than I sat down next to me and started chatting. It was curious in that he held my attention with conversation but hadn't even mentioned sex, yet my responses were often double-entendres and I slowly inched closer to him on the couch so that my knee was touching his.
He suddenly asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I said I was comfortable sitting there but he countered that I want to do things to you but there are people here and I like privacy. Do you think the people in this room are going to prevent you from doing things to me? I asked quickly followed by a giggle and, what sort of things to you want to do to me? He smiled...omg, what a disarming and mischievous smile he had. He leaned in to whisper in my ear: I'm going to stick my cock so deep into your mouth that you're gonna feel it in your chest and you're going to love it. Looking at me for a response, I maintained a straight face and responded in a low voice that I like to taste my man, not have it bypass my tastebuds. I was trying to be clever, I just wanted to convey that I like the feel of cock in my mouth and a load of cum on my tongue. I like swishing it around so the taste lingers...
I wasn't sure if my point was understood but rather then try to clarify, I said this: you see that woman sitting on the chair across from us? Yeah. Well, that's my girlfriend and she likes to watch me with men. Oh wow, that smile again. What will she do? Well, she usually begins by kissing me, pinching my nipples, she will lift my shirt off and lick my nipples and if she's feel particularly wild and hungry, she'll drag her fingernails down my sides or my back, she'll kiss me with more hunger and grip my ass like her life depended on hanging on, maybe she'll grab my hand and direct it to her patch to let me feel how wet she is from the anticipation, she'll kiss me more, nibble on my neck, she likes to leave marks, especially on my lower neck below my shirt collar and just below my waistband, these are her spots. She'll ask you a question: do you want my boy to suck your cock? You better say yes. Then she'll kiss me again and tell me: entertain me and then gift me to you and tell you not to hold back because she is there, she likes seeing me used and pleasing others.
He grabbed my hand and said, let's see. We stood up and walked up to her. Come with us, he said. We worked our way to the front staircase and walked up the stairs. We turned right and walked down a hall to the end where he pushed open the door and we followed him inside. There was four-post bed there with a canopy and lovely, sheer material hanging between the posts. What do you think? he asked. Kate said "...it's lovely. I suspect this is the master bedroom. Perhaps the owners will not like that we are using this room without them?"
He looked at her, he looked at me. He smiled. You like to watch? You like to watch your boyfriend with other men? He starred right at her. Tell me! Tell me what you like. I like seeing him on his knees. It doesn't matter if the man is standing, sitting on a couch, a chair, perhaps even in his car, I like seeing him on his knees. I like to be next to the man so that when my boyfriend looks up at the guy he also sees me smiling, giving him permission and acknowledging that I need to watch him, he already knows this but I like to say it every time so he knows that he's not just giving in to his own dark desires but that I embrace them too.
What do you want? he asked her again. I just told you, she said. I know, but I dont feel you are comfortable. That's because this room makes me worry, what if the owner walks in? I don't want to be interrupted. That would be the worst. Open that door, he told her pointing to the left. It's the closet. Inside you will find a few suits to the left, a navy jacket and a purple plaid jacket. On the right there are a variety of shirts and one sweater. On the floor are four pairs of leather shoes. Push the clothes aside and you will find a small dresser...shall I go on? Kate asked, this is your house? Yeah. And this is your bedroom? Yeah. you live here alone? Yeah. Ask me again? He looked at her kind of quizzically - I did too, what does she want, I'm wondering. Ask me what I want? What do you want? he humored her.
She walked up to me and lifted my shirt off. She kissed and flicked her tongue on my nipples. Turn all around Cisco, give him, give us both a good look. This was a bit new...I did what she asked. Then she walked up to me, grabbed my face and kissed me so hard, she stuck her tongue deep into my mouth, she brought her hands to my shoulders and pushed her hips into me, my cock was hard and she was grinding into me, her hands started to move down, a gentle feeling at first but then she pushed her nails into me and slid them down. (I would later see that she left four nail tracks on either side of my body.)
Mmmm, she was on fire. Holding me in a hug, she looked over at him. What do I want? I want you to fuck him. Get on your knees Cisco, open his pants and reveal that magicwand I know he has. I felt her hand on my head pushing me down as I got on my knees. I opened his pants and pulled them down and his fat cock smacked me in the face. Oh man, he has a thick cock. I want to suck it, I love when my mouth can barely open wide enough to take it. Get him ready Cisco, oh look at that cock, you must be in heaven sucking it. just imagine it in your ass...oh I know you can take it.
He's moaning softly, will he even make it to fuck me? Oh I'm conflicted, do I make him cum in my mouth or do I stop and let him fuck me? I didn't have to decide on my own. She says to him, you wanna fuck my boy? Yes. Good. I wanna see your face. I'm going to sit here and you two over there. I got on all fours on the bed and he got behind me. We were both facing Kate. She had wildness in her eyes when she spoke saying:
Entertain me...
We mingled about the party, and whether we were standing still or moving about, she never took her hand out of my back pocket. I love that feeling when her hand is there; my ass is really sensitive and I enjoy the sensations. I also like the mental aspect of this as well; it's as if she is saying she owns my ass, which is the truth...
We talked to different guys and couples and despite my really getting excited by this one really cute guy, she didn't want me playing with an outward looking sissy like myself. She wanted a strong looking and well-conditioned man, a top, someone who looked - and spoke - like he knew how to treat a boy. I mean, that is my type but damn that guy was cute. I very much felt we would be sucking each other all night. Again, that's not what she wanted tonight.
Tonight, she dressed me in a way that said everything: I was wearing low-rise women's pants. This was intentional so not just the waistband of my soft, dark purple g-string panties (my favorite panty color) but also the little triangle of material leading down towards my crack could be seen if my shirt was lifted just a bit (or I bent over to pick something up). Up top, I was wearing a trendy t-shirt. I looked sporty, playful.
After about an hour of mingling and not finding agreement, we found ourselves in a big living room where a few others, who didn't intrigue us, were standing about. Kate had an idea. She wanted me to sit on the couch and across the room, she was going to sit on a chair, and suggested we act as if we were alone and see what happens.
After about 15 minutes of getting no one's attention, a very hot man with a runner's build and about ten years older than I sat down next to me and started chatting. It was curious in that he held my attention with conversation but hadn't even mentioned sex, yet my responses were often double-entendres and I slowly inched closer to him on the couch so that my knee was touching his.
He suddenly asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I said I was comfortable sitting there but he countered that I want to do things to you but there are people here and I like privacy. Do you think the people in this room are going to prevent you from doing things to me? I asked quickly followed by a giggle and, what sort of things to you want to do to me? He smiled...omg, what a disarming and mischievous smile he had. He leaned in to whisper in my ear: I'm going to stick my cock so deep into your mouth that you're gonna feel it in your chest and you're going to love it. Looking at me for a response, I maintained a straight face and responded in a low voice that I like to taste my man, not have it bypass my tastebuds. I was trying to be clever, I just wanted to convey that I like the feel of cock in my mouth and a load of cum on my tongue. I like swishing it around so the taste lingers...
I wasn't sure if my point was understood but rather then try to clarify, I said this: you see that woman sitting on the chair across from us? Yeah. Well, that's my girlfriend and she likes to watch me with men. Oh wow, that smile again. What will she do? Well, she usually begins by kissing me, pinching my nipples, she will lift my shirt off and lick my nipples and if she's feel particularly wild and hungry, she'll drag her fingernails down my sides or my back, she'll kiss me with more hunger and grip my ass like her life depended on hanging on, maybe she'll grab my hand and direct it to her patch to let me feel how wet she is from the anticipation, she'll kiss me more, nibble on my neck, she likes to leave marks, especially on my lower neck below my shirt collar and just below my waistband, these are her spots. She'll ask you a question: do you want my boy to suck your cock? You better say yes. Then she'll kiss me again and tell me: entertain me and then gift me to you and tell you not to hold back because she is there, she likes seeing me used and pleasing others.
He grabbed my hand and said, let's see. We stood up and walked up to her. Come with us, he said. We worked our way to the front staircase and walked up the stairs. We turned right and walked down a hall to the end where he pushed open the door and we followed him inside. There was four-post bed there with a canopy and lovely, sheer material hanging between the posts. What do you think? he asked. Kate said "...it's lovely. I suspect this is the master bedroom. Perhaps the owners will not like that we are using this room without them?"
He looked at her, he looked at me. He smiled. You like to watch? You like to watch your boyfriend with other men? He starred right at her. Tell me! Tell me what you like. I like seeing him on his knees. It doesn't matter if the man is standing, sitting on a couch, a chair, perhaps even in his car, I like seeing him on his knees. I like to be next to the man so that when my boyfriend looks up at the guy he also sees me smiling, giving him permission and acknowledging that I need to watch him, he already knows this but I like to say it every time so he knows that he's not just giving in to his own dark desires but that I embrace them too.
What do you want? he asked her again. I just told you, she said. I know, but I dont feel you are comfortable. That's because this room makes me worry, what if the owner walks in? I don't want to be interrupted. That would be the worst. Open that door, he told her pointing to the left. It's the closet. Inside you will find a few suits to the left, a navy jacket and a purple plaid jacket. On the right there are a variety of shirts and one sweater. On the floor are four pairs of leather shoes. Push the clothes aside and you will find a small dresser...shall I go on? Kate asked, this is your house? Yeah. And this is your bedroom? Yeah. you live here alone? Yeah. Ask me again? He looked at her kind of quizzically - I did too, what does she want, I'm wondering. Ask me what I want? What do you want? he humored her.
She walked up to me and lifted my shirt off. She kissed and flicked her tongue on my nipples. Turn all around Cisco, give him, give us both a good look. This was a bit new...I did what she asked. Then she walked up to me, grabbed my face and kissed me so hard, she stuck her tongue deep into my mouth, she brought her hands to my shoulders and pushed her hips into me, my cock was hard and she was grinding into me, her hands started to move down, a gentle feeling at first but then she pushed her nails into me and slid them down. (I would later see that she left four nail tracks on either side of my body.)
Mmmm, she was on fire. Holding me in a hug, she looked over at him. What do I want? I want you to fuck him. Get on your knees Cisco, open his pants and reveal that magicwand I know he has. I felt her hand on my head pushing me down as I got on my knees. I opened his pants and pulled them down and his fat cock smacked me in the face. Oh man, he has a thick cock. I want to suck it, I love when my mouth can barely open wide enough to take it. Get him ready Cisco, oh look at that cock, you must be in heaven sucking it. just imagine it in your ass...oh I know you can take it.
He's moaning softly, will he even make it to fuck me? Oh I'm conflicted, do I make him cum in my mouth or do I stop and let him fuck me? I didn't have to decide on my own. She says to him, you wanna fuck my boy? Yes. Good. I wanna see your face. I'm going to sit here and you two over there. I got on all fours on the bed and he got behind me. We were both facing Kate. She had wildness in her eyes when she spoke saying:
Entertain me...
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