“I’m sorry?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly. Damn it, if he didn’t touch her pussy she’d scream out loud! He must be able to tell how wet her cunt was. She could sure as hell feel it, just as she felt her clitty stiffening and swelling. She needed his fingers there. There, and inside of her. What was he waiting for?
You don’t want that, her inner voice objected, but it was rapidly fading into nothing.
“Would you turn over, please?”
Lindsey rolled onto her back, gritting her teeth in an effort not to cry out in frustration. Scott came around to the head of the table and tucked a small pillow under her head. He pushed it under her neck and shoulders, tipping her head back so that she was looking at the world upside down.
Or rather, she was looking at Scott’s crotch. A few inches from her face, a sizable bulge stretched the front of his shorts.
Could all of that be him? She closed her eyes, but her imagination only magnified the image of the long, curved outline of his prick beneath the twill of his shorts.
She couldn’t help herself. Unable to restrain her curiosity, she unsnapped and unzipped his fly. He paid no immediate attention to it. This probably happened to him every day.
Her fingers closed around his cock and she pulled it free.
Her earlier look at him in action out on the beach didn’t prepare her for the close-up reality. Scott’s cock was nearly as big around as her wrist and growing still longer and harder in her hand. She gazed cross-eyed at the dark, bulbous glans, breath quickening.
Scott grinned down at her. “This is what you want.” It was less a question than a statement of the obvious.
With a brisk nod, Lindsey craned her neck further back and extended her tongue, curling it around Scott’s shaft just behind the head. She was doing it! After so much time, far too much time, a cock for her. Her technique was uncertain at first. It had been so long since she’d last sucked a man off. But when Scott pushed his hips forward to ease a few more inches into her mouth she discovered that, with her head hanging at this angle, she could take him easily.
Scott pulled out of Lindsey’s mouth long enough to undress. He climbed up onto the table, kneeling above her with his knees on either side of her head. Propping himself on his elbows, he spread her thighs wide with his broad hands. His cock dangled above her nose, and she took it between her lips again.
She held her breath as he lowered his face toward the juncture of her legs. As long as it had been since she’d given head, it was a hell of a lot longer since anyone had gone down on her. His moist tongue trailed up the inside of her right thigh, onto her mound and then upward, barely missing her straining clit. He kissed her belly and then moved on down her other thigh.
Oh God, just do it! she prayed. Kiss my pussy. Lick my clitty! She sucked his cock fiercely, dragging the head into the top of her throat, wanting to drive him wild, urging him on. He kept licking and teasing the sensitive skin around her cunt lips but avoiding the target.
She’d known Scott for less than fifteen minutes and already was doing things she’d vowed she wouldn’t–all but one. She would not fuck a man she’d just met, no matter how handsome and considerate and well-hung he was.
But she would gladly suck his huge, beautiful cock. She pulled several more inches of him into her mouth, barely struggling despite his size. Sucking dick was like riding a bicycle, a skill disused but never forgotten. Lindsey was great at it because she loved doing it. Soon his shaft was sliding easily in and out of her hot throat, his big balls dangling tantalizingly close to her face on every inward stroke.
His tongue parted her pussy lips and darted into her slit.
“Eeee-aw!” she squealed. Warm cunt honey flooded the entrance to her pleasure hole. He sealed his lips around her pussy, hungrily lapping up her juices. Soon she was on the cusp of orgasm.
One thing about fucking a sex club masseur, he knew exactly what he was doing. Not that this was fucking, she corrected herself. No, no, no, that was the one thing she wouldn’t do.
Scott pursed his lips and drew her swollen clit into his mouth, nibbling gently at it.
“Awwwnngh…” Lindsey came suddenly, twisting and convulsing in the most powerful orgasm she’d had in years.
Someone behind her coughed softly. She released Scott’s cock and turned her head to see the brunette that Scott had been fucking earlier. The woman was dressed identically to Scott and was leaning against the wooden frame of the hut with her ankles casually crossed, arms folded across her large breasts, and a quizzical look on her face.
“Don’t fret. I don’t do jealousy.” She spoke with the same accent as Scott’s, quelling Lindsey’s moment of panic with a wry smile and an airy flip of her hand. “I’m used to sharing. Got no choice, in any event. And I do enjoy watching a lovely sixty-nine.” She took Lindsey’s shaking hand in hers and kissed the palm. “I’m Moira Gibson. I manage the spa.”
“L-Lindsey Carroll,” Lindsey mumbled, releasing Scott’s cock. “You’re his boss?”
“Definitely,” Scott said, raising himself on his arms. He frowned at Moira. “So, what’s happening, then?”
“My two o’clock didn’t show. What is it about Wednesdays? I spotted you two down here and thought I might offer an assist.”
“Th-thank you?” Lindsey stuttered. “But, well…that is, I wouldn’t want you to–”
“No bother. Now you just relax,” Moira soothed. She laid her hands on Lindsey’s shoulders, encouraging her to lie flat again. “Scoot back this way a bit,” she instructed Scott. She poured some lotion into her hand and then rubbed it into his rigid cock and balls. “Oh, he’s quite full, isn’t he? Here, feel for yourself.”
Lindsey reached up and gently squeezed Scott’s bloated ball sack. His nuts were big and as heavy in her hand as a couple of small lemons, but much warmer, and silky smooth to her touch. His sack swelled even larger in response to her fondling and he let out a low groan.
Moira laid a palm on his buttocks and pressed downward without ceasing her slow jacking motion on his cock. He lowered his hips until his balls touched Lindsey’s nose. She leaned back and kissed it with moist, parted lips, deeply inhaling his scent. She extended her pointed tongue and dragged it along the seam of his scrotum. He groaned more loudly. A clear drop of pre-cum rolled down his cock-knob, then another, coalescing until they dripped in a glistening strand onto her collarbone.
How she’d missed this–all of it! The taste and heat of a man. No endless nights of self-stimulation, no collection of toys or fantasies, however lurid, could replace a living, breathing, human lover in her bed.
Scott resumed sucking her pussy, stoking the fire inside her. He dipped his hips still lower. Lindsey opened her mouth as wide as she could, coaxing and guiding one of his balls into it with the flat of her tongue. She nursed on the big orb and massaged it with her lips, then released it and moved her head slightly to capture the other.
“You are rather good at this, aren’t you?” Moira whispered. “And you’ve been missing it. I can sense such things. Just as I can sense when I’m being watched. You and your son? And sister, I assume, back at your villa. Don’t worry, I’m as much an exhibitionist as I am a voyeur. I appreciated the audience.”
She rubbed the tip of Scott’s cock across each of Lindsey’s nipples, coating the stiff nubbins with pre-cum before tweaking them between her slender fingers. Women had a special way with each other, more sensitive and sure than men. Lindsey had discovered that when she and her best friend Katie had made it together in college, but she hadn’t felt another woman’s intimate touch in decades. Moira’s confident tit-play sent another rush of excitement coursing through her.
“Turn around,” Moira barked, slapping Scott on his ass. “Get up here on your back.”
She instructed Lindsey to straddle him and lie down. Lindsey’s coating of lotion caused her to slide against Scott, every nerve in her body tingling as his sun-warmed flesh slipped across hers. Her tongue dove into his mouth when they kissed, her big tits crushed against his hard, tight chest muscles.
His cock was trapped between their bodies at first, but as she wriggled deliciously atop him it escaped to bob up between her legs. The hard, thick shaft stroked her inner thigh. When the dripping dome of his glans brushed her slit she creamed so hard that she thought she might squirt.
“Let me give you a hand,” Moira murmured. She dipped her head to take Scott’s cock-knob into her mouth, sucking him with loud slurping noises. It hardly seemed necessary for her to lube him up so much at this point, but having witnessed the passion with which the couple had fucked earlier Lindsey could imagine that Moira found any opportunity for even a few stolen seconds of play with Scott’s prick difficult to resist.
“Lift up and scoot back just a bit, if you would,” Moira said. Lindsey obeyed without a second thought. Something hot and warm and wet grazed her dripping pussy lips.
Moira guided Scott’s cock into Lindsey’s pussy.
“Wait!” Lindsey exclaimed. “I don’t want to fuck him!”
“Of course you do, Mrs. Carroll,” Moira chuckled. “Whatever else would you do with such a lovely big cock?”
“I-I-I just thought–”
“Don’t. Get out of your head and embrace the moment. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Ah..ohhhhh…awww” Lindsey sighed as Scott’s cockhead eased between her swollen sex lips, penetrating her pussy. Good God was he big! She surrendered to her pent-up need and pushed back against him until the head was inside her.
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