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My girlfriend. I would never gettired of that.
She didn’t notice me there at first, but theblonde did, smiling up at me and adding a third finger to the twoshe was already sawing in and out of Charlotte’s cunt.
The domme had brought plenty of lube. Isilently gestured to another server to bring me a bottle. Charlotteblinked up at me through a fog of sexual bliss. Before she couldsay a word, I dropped the canister onto the lounge chair beside theblonde.
The next time we were here, if Charlottewanted to participate in the lube orgy, I’d go and watch. Hearingher stories about getting fucked and fisted had been nice, but I’dbeen experiencing a lot of retroactive FOMO since then.
“Princess,” I began, taking a firm tone.
“Yes, my Dragon?” she giggled, then gaspedand arched her thighs in time to the blonde’s rhythm.
“I think you need the whole hand to satisfyyou.” I looked to the blonde for permission. Biting her bottom lip,she reached for the lube.
“Oh, please.” The already pronounced riseand fall of Charlotte’s chest became erratic. “Yes, I fucking wantit.”
“I’ll give it to you,” the blonde said,already smearing lube over her hand, past her wrist.
I glanced over at the man in the chair, whowas staring slack-jawed at Charlotte and her partner.
“Wait,” I suggested. “Move a bit that way…alittle…there. Make sure he can see.”
Even though the man had already been forcedto endure four orgasms, seeing Charlotte get fisted should help himthrough another two. It was certainly working for me. I’d beenconvinced I was happy to watch without participating, but it wastoo much to endure, seeing Charlotte this way and not touchingmyself.
I untied my robe and stroked myself slowly.I knew I needed to hold back, to keep at least some sexual energyin reserve for later, but she was so fucking hot, lying there withher legs spread, showing these total strangers her pussy and allthe things her little blonde friend wanted to do to it.
“You want it slow or fast, honey?” theblonde purred.
“Fast,” I answered for Charlotte. The blondelooked to her, and Charlotte nodded.
The copious amount of lube and Charlotte’sdripping juices delivered on that promise of “fast.” Charlottetensed up, eyes flying open wide as a flicker of disbelief and paincrossed her face. She made a stuttering, choking noise, her handsgripping the sides of the padded lounge chair.
“Keep it up,” I instructed the blonde.“She’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Charlotte groaned as the woman almostcompletely withdrew her hand, then pushed back in with a corkscrewmotion.
“Do you like that, Princess?” I asked. Mycock throbbed in my hand.
“Yes,” she moaned.
I motioned to the staff member standing by.“Ice, please.”
Charlotte’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
In seconds, a glass was in my hand. I satbeside her on the double-wide lounge and fished an ice cube out.“Tell me how it feels,” I instructed, bringing the ice to one ofher hard nipples.
“Cold!” she gasped.
My mouth quirked into a smile. “I meant herhand stretching your pretty little cunt.” I rubbed the ice in slowcircles. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Full,” she managed as the widest part ofthe blonde’s hand penetrated her again. “Full and… ah!”
The blonde’s steady pace was mesmerizing. Icouldn’t take my eyes off her slender hand disappearing intoCharlotte’s cunt all the way to the wrist.
“Stop right there,” I instructed the woman.“Keep it still. Tell me how she feels.”
“Tight,” was the blonde’s immediate answer.“She’s crushing my hand.”
I moved the rapidly melting ice toCharlotte’s other nipple, leaving a trail of freezing moisture onher skin. “But she can take it. Do you think she can takemine?”