It was 8:18pm. I was going to be late. My BFF, Gia was celebrating her birthday at a restaurant downtown and I was just getting out of the shower. I rushed over to the closet, grabbing a red mini dress and tossing it on the bed. I walked over to the vanity, taking the final sip of wine from my glass. I caught a glimpse of reflection. My body still dripping wet from the shower. I looked over at the clock.
You don’t have time for this, I thought. But I couldn’t help myself.
I let my hands wander, first caressing my supple tits, before tugging at my erect nipples.
I let out a soft moan.
My nipples were always so sensitive.
I tilted my head downward, softly blowing on them. The cooling sensation from the droplets of water was almost too much to bear.
I grabbed hold of one of my plump breasts, lifting it towards my mouth.
I salivated, causing my nipple to glisten under the dimmed lighting.
My tongue, already craving the tautness of my solid pearls, relished the feel of them.
I moaned again, this time louder.
I cupped my mouth around my aereola, latching onto my breast and sucking on it with a relentless hunger.
Leaning over, I guided my fingers inside the moist warmth of my pussy, allowing my fingers to massaged my clit.
“Shit,” I burst out, my tit still in my mouth.
My pussy pulsated as my fingers glided against the slick surface of my clit.
I dropped my breast from my mouth and took in my fingers, tasting the sweetness of my nectar.
I grabbed hold of my other tit and placed it in my mouth.
I flattened my hand, smacking my clit.
“Yes,” I screamed.
I did it again, this time harder.
I lifted my pelvis towards the mirror, watching as I slapped my pussy, in swift motor-like motions.
My phone rang. I looked over, it was Gia. She was FaceTiming me. No doubt wondering where I was.
Now wasn’t the time, I’d call her back
My body stiffened.
I wasn’t ready to cum.
I needed more.
I lifted my leg, allowing it to rest on top of the tabletop, sliding my phone over.
I moved my fingers to the inside of my pussy walls, grinding on them until they were drenched from my sweetness.
I looked down at the paddle brush on my vanity.
I released hold of my breast, grabbing hold of the brush’s handle and positioning it underneath my pelvis. I lowered my pussy on top of the handle, allowing it to tease the outer edge of my pussy walls.
“That’s it…yes,” I whispered to myself.
I ground my wet pussy on the outer edge of the handle, before allowing it to enter my sweet core.
I rode the top of the handle, still holding it steady with my hand.
My fingers made their way back to my throbbing clit.
“Harder…faster,” I told myself aloud.
I fucked the handle deeper and faster.
I rubbed my clit harder and faster.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
There was a knock at the door.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, annoyed.
Walked over to the sink, quickly washing my hands, before grabbing my robe.
I left the handle in my pussy before heading to the door.
“Gia,” I said, surprised.
She pushed past me and held up her phone. It could see my vanity. I must have accidentally answered her call while I was—
“I cancelled the dinner,” she said.
“Gia, I’m so sorry I—“
“Shutup. I saw what you were doing. You were too busy fucking a fucking hairbrush that you couldn’t make it to your best friend’s birthday,” she said, the anger apparent in her voice.
“Gia, you have every right to be mad.”
She widened the gap between us.
She grabbed the bottom of her loosely fitted dress and pulled it over her head, revealing a strap on.
“Bend over,” she demanded.
I took a moment to take in her body. Other than the strap-on, she wore nothing.
Her tone frame, featured perky tits that I instantly had a craving for.
The bristle from the brush rested on my inner thigh. They grew damp, as a stood and watched her.
I didn’t know what was happening.
I didn’t care.
I removed my robe.
Her eyes wandered to the brush that peaked out from between my legs.
I reached for it.
“Leave it,” she commanded.
I walked over to the coach and bent over.
I felt the vibration from her steps as she positioned herself behind me.
Something rattled in her hands.
She reached in front of me.
The pinching sensation around my nipples, jolted me upward.
I looked down at my breasts.
“Did I tell you to get up,” she said, a sense of dominance in her voice.
She walked in front of me and tightened each clamp.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned.
“You like that, you skanky slut,” she said.
She opened her hand, revealing several weighted balls.
She added two simultaneously.
“Fuck!” I said,
The weight from the balls tugged the clamps against my nipples. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
“Ahhhh,” with each inch I bent forward, the gravitational pull intensified the pressure around my nipples.
I paused midway, as my body shivered in pleasure,
She grabbed hold of my head.
“Did I tell you, to stop,” she said, before forcing me downward.”
“AHH, FUCK!” I screamed, almost reaching climax.
She used her feet to spread my legs wider.
She pulled the brush from inside.
In one swift motion, she thrust the strapon in my pussy and the brush handle in my ass.
“FUCK ME!” I cried out.
She pounded me hard from behind, while using the brush handle to fuck me in the ass.
“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” she said.
All I could manage was a moan.
“Aren’t you?” she said again.
“Yes,” I managed in between moans.
“I want everyone to see what a dirty little slut you are,” she said.
Still bent over, she walked me over to the back door, all the while fucking me.
She opened the back door, forcing me out in my backyard.
I opened my eyes at the sound of chatter. It was all of our friends that were to be at her birthday dinner.
I was never much of an exhibitionist, but right now I didn’t care.
I didn’t care who saw, because I needed this.
I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop.
She walked me to a nearby tree, continuing to pound into me. She was unrelenting, and I loved every second of it.
She pulled out of me, forcing me to my knees and stuffing the dildo in my mouth.
“Mmmm” I said, enjoying the taste of my own juices.
She removed the the strapon from my mouth, then taking it off.
She lowered her pussy over my mouth.
I stuck out my tongue, in excitement for a taste of her.
“That’s it. Lick my pussy,” she said, moaning with each flicker of my tongue.
She smelled of berries and her pussy was luscious.
I leaned back, laying my back flat on the turf, and guiding her down with me.
She sat upright, riding my tongue as I relished her taste.
I wiped the side of my face, as she dripped onto my face.
She grabbed hold of my hand, licking her juices.
She unmounted from my face, positioning herself in between my legs, until we were hilt to hilt.
Resting one of my legs on her shoulder, there we were pussy to pussy, clit to clit.
I watched as her tits bounced, as she rubbed her pussy against mine. I grabbed hold of her breasts, burying my face into them.
I removed one of the nipple clamps from and tits and latched it on to hers.
“Fuck!” she cried.
Each thrust pulled at each of our nipples.
We moaned in unison. Our staggered breathing, perfectly matched.
She fucked me harder and faster and harder still, until the nipple clamp jerked way from my nipple.
She immediately reached down, pinching both my nipples with her fingers.
I was ready.
I sat up, with one hand holding me holding up. I matched the intensity of each of her thrusts. At the same time, driving the handle further in my ass.
I held onto her waist, while taking one of her breasts in my mouth.
I became flush, the heat rising from every inch within my being.
My body tensed. This time I wouldn’t stop it.
My body quivered. Slow at first before exploding into uncontrollable shaking.
I tried to cry out but couldn’t.
She had literally fucked me speechless.
Oh what a best friend of mine.
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