Washington D.C. Series 2:4 - Eva's Final Discovery

Eva stepped around Brent, positioning herself right behind him. She could feel her body tingle as she moved toward him. With a swift movement, she grabbed his hair hard and pulled his head back.

“What do you think, slut? Do you think you need to learn to do what you’re told?”

Brent gasped, “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“That’s my good boy.” Eva soothed in his ear. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Brent complied immediately placing his hands behind his back and his wrists together. Eva smiled, amused at his eagerness. She took one wrist and slid the silk fabric around it forming a sturdy knot. Picking up his other wrist, she wove the tie around it until both wrists were firmly bound together. As she pulled the final knot tight, she heard Brent let out a soft moan. Satisfied with her handiwork, she moved back in front of him.

“Since you chose to misbehave, I don’t think you deserve to have me yet. Not until you learn I’m the one in charge now.”

With that, Eva turned to Elizabeth McCabe. She was already standing, she knew. Eva moved closer and pulled her into her arms. Her mentor’s hands slid up her back and their bodies touched. Eva’s body exploded with passion as their lips touched again. Her tongue swirled over Elizabeth McCabe’s as her hands explored her body. It was her turn now. As their kiss was broken, her mentor whispered in her ear, “Let’s make him watch you.”

Eva groaned softly, it was exactly what she wanted for Brent. She wanted him to watch her, to see her cum, to see her with Ms. McCabe. Eva slowly turned in her mentor’s arms, turning so that she now faced Brent. She wanted to see everything.

Elizabeth McCabe’s hands slid down her body, tucking up under her skirt. Eva helped and pulled her skirt up further to allow her better access. She wanted Brent to see. Ms McCabe’s hands slid over the soft skin of her thighs then up further to the wet silk between her legs. Eva gasped as she made contact. She felt the gentle movements of Ms. McCabe’s fingers as they teased her through her panties. Eva moaned softly and let her head fall back against her mentor’s shoulder. Her fingers moved rhythmically over her clit and Eva found herself grinding back against her. Eva needed more. She let go of her skirt for a moment and slid her hands to her panties. Shimmying out of them, she let them fall to the floor beside Brent. With a smile, she pulled her skirt back up, revealing her naked sex to him.

As Elizabeth MCCabe moved her fingers back to Eva’s clit, she watched Brent. He was flushed now, his breathing ragged, his forehead beaded with sweat. His cock had been hard for over an hour now and was still staining in his pants. His arms were taught against the restraints but he remained on his knees as he was told.

Eva felt the fingers invade her-soft, knowing fingers stroked her. Eva felt her other hand snaking it’s way into her blouse, hugging her tight as fingers found her hard nipple. Eva gasped again. She was so close to coming. Watching the scene earlier, seeing Brent licking and sucking Elizabeth McCabe, tying his wrists together, knowing he was watching her right now – all of it had her so aroused. Eva spread her thighs more and moved her own hand down between them. As Elizabeth McCabe stroked her clit, Eva slid her own fingers inside herself. Brent groaned loudly at the sight. Eva moved slowly, stroking her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, feeling her body trembling as she neared her orgasm.

Her mentor moved her fingers a bit faster, feeling Eva’s body reacting to her. As she stroked Eva, her lips found her neck and as she slid her tongue up Eva’s neck to her ear, she whispered to her, “Come for him Eva,” she said. “Make him watch you. Make your dirty little whore see you cum without him. Make him want you, make him serve you, make him yours. Cum for him.”

That’s all Eva needed to hear. With her eyes open and staring into Brent’s, she succumbed to the feelings. With a sharp cry, she came hard. Her cunt pulsing around her fingers as her body convulsed beneath Elizabeth McCabe’s touch. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body as she continued to come. She had never felt anything so powerful before and her body trembled with each pulse.

Slowly coming down, her mentor gently released her grip on Eva and their lips met once more, kissing softly. Smoothing her skirt back down, Eva turned to Brent. Walking toward him, she leaned down and kissed him just as gently, soothing his hair as she did. Then, standing back up, she moved behind him and released his arms from their binding.

“You may get up now. I’m done with you. Go clean yourself up and return to work. You’re not to touch yourself or make yourself come. That’s for me. It’s only for me. You need to wait and think about this afternoon,” Eva was interrupted by a deep groan from Brent. “You will wait until later tonight. I’ll deal with you then.”

With that, she dismissed him.

Picking up her panties and fluffing her hair, she gathered the Bradford files she had brought and sat down in the chair across from Elizabeth’s McCabe’ desk. “So, you wanted to talk about the case?” she asked with a smile.

You, me and another girl - Part 3

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I have received all of the entries and must admit I'm having a very difficult time choosing the winner. I promise to make the decision by the end of the week. In the meantime, here is Part Three of the survey winner: You, Me and Another Girl. ;) If you're just joining us now, go here to read Part One and Part Two.

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I moaned again as he began to move inside me, my cunt reacting immediately, pulsing around him. Closing my eyes briefly before looking up to her again, I relished the feelings. Coming closer, she leaned over and kissed me, her lips parting and her tongue sliding over mine. I heard him groan as he watched us, pausing for a moment, his hard cock throbbing inside me as he took in the view. She was naked, her beautiful body glistening in the candlelight. Her fingers slid over her clit, circling as her other hand wove through my hair. Our mouths connected, separating briefly so he could see our tongues dancing in each other's mouths.

Breaking our kiss, she turned to look at him, her lids heavy with desire. Leaning closer, she kissed him over me. My thighs tightened around him as his hips involuntarily began moving against me. Their bodies moved together, rocking gently as he began to fuck me again, one of his hands on my breast, one against the back of her neck. We stayed like that, three bodies writhing together, touching, moaning. Her hand moved quicker around her clit as I slid my hands up inside her thighs. Her juices ran down her leg covering my fingers in its slickness. Moving up higher, I found her warm wetness, so inviting. Gently, I slid my fingers around her, giving her the time to spread her thighs for me. Greedily, she spread herself wide as my fingers slid over and around her dripping cunt. With one soft movement, I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her body welcome me. Her gasp was reward enough and I started to slide them in and out of her cunt. Slowly at first, but increasing speed as her hips pushed down against me, fucking my hand as she kissed him.

Suddenly, I was lifted up off the sofa and I tightened my legs around his back. Carrying me, he pushed the coffee table out of the way and laid us down onto the plush carpet. As he placed us on the floor, his hard length pushed deeper inside me, deeper than he had been while we were on the sofa. I moaned again, my breath becoming more rapid. Reaching for her, I pulled her toward me, pulling her thighs to my face. She crawled over me, her hands by my breasts, her knees beside my head. Lowering her over me, I tasted her sweet juices dripping from her cunt. She was so clearly aroused. Lowering herself more, I could feel her smoothly shaved cunt grinding against my lips. With one hand, I parted her more, lapping at her wetness. The other hand reached around to find her clit, stroking it as she rode me. He moaned again and thrust hard. From the sound of them, I knew their mouths had met. I knew that their tongues parted their lips and they hungrily devoured each other.

A tingle of arousal ran through me as I envisioned what we looked like. Him, on his knees, his cock buried deep inside me. My thighs parted wide, my wet cunt engulfing him each time he thrust forward. Her over top of me, her thighs on either side of my head, my hands stroking her, my tongue licking her, my face smeared with her juices. And the two of them, their hands touching each other, the three of us connected. Each push and pull, each movement affecting all of us.

My tongue pushed deeper inside her and her legs trembled. Her hand pressed against my stomach, steadying her as she drew closer to her orgasm. I could hear him above me as I lapped at her begging for her to come for him, to come for us. Over and over, come for us, he wanted to see her come. Her moaning was rhythmic as she ground down against me, using me for her pleasure. His hips thrust to his words, wanting me to feel what he wanted to see. I felt his hand join mine over her clit, both of us rubbing and stroking her. Her body was lost to the sensations. She gasped time and time again, each movement, each lick, each stroke pushing her there. He spoke to her again, soft, desirous talk, telling her to come, telling her he wanted her, telling her he wanted to feel her juices pouring over his fingers, telling her he wanted to taste her on my lips. She moaned, her muscles stiffening, her hand reached back and grabbed my hair, her body arched and she cried out. I could hear him pushing her to come hard, to come all over my face. Her body convulsed as her cunt throbbed with her orgasm. Her juiced streamed from her as I drank her down. Her hips didn't stop, my tongue never stopped. "Please," she moaned and we didn't slow. Our hands moved together, intertwined as we pushed her there again. She whimpered softly, repeating it over and over, "please, yes, please, please" until we brought her over the edge a second time, making her orgasm more violent than the first. She cried out again, her body trembling, and shaking over me as I licked her and stroked her.

He groaned as she came, watching her beautiful body move and undulate over me. I could feel his thrusts get harder, his penis swelling inside me. He couldn't hold back much longer, his body taking all it could being inside me whilst watching her come. She pushed him back then, pushing him from me and grabbing my hand. Quickly crawling from me, her hand wrapped firmly around his cock, never slowing. Pulling me toward her, she grinned wickedly and I grinned back. He began to protest, whimpering softly at the loss of my cunt. Holding him down, my hand joined hers, both of us stroking his erect cock covered in my wetness. Leaning over him, we kissed each other deeply, her tasting herself on my lips. And he moaned, his cock throbbing in our hands. Breaking the kiss, we both lowered our lips to his erect cock, greedily licking at him. He groaned loudly and grabbed our hair. We slid our lips and tongue around him together, a blur of feelings as our hands continued to stroke. "I'm going to come," he cried as his hips bucked up to us. We never slowed, our mouths devouring him together as his cock began to thicken and pulse, his cum surging through him. My mouth was around the head of his cock as the first spurt of hot cum burst from him. It filled my mouth and I swallowed him down as the second spurt hit both of our lips. Stroking him and milking his cock with our hands, she and I kissed again, his cum smearing over our lips as he watched and writhed under us. Groaning again, I felt his cock pulse once more and felt the last of his cum pouring from his cock and over our hands...

You, me and another girl - Part 2

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Her gaze never left me as I guided the car into the driveway. Her fingers felt for the seat belt release and she quickly opened the car door. Glancing up at the windows as I felt for my own seat belt, I could see light flickering behind the curtains and I smiled. Stepping out of the car, I looked over to her to find her looking up at the curtains as well.

"He's home I see," she said grinning wickedly at me. Walking to the back of the car, I pulled her bags from the trunk. Stepping closer she whispered softly, "It's certainly going to be an interesting night then. Just make sure I get a little alone time with you later on." With that, she winked at me and bounded off toward the door.

It opened before we made it up the driveway and I saw him standing there, looking quite sexy I might add. The foyer was dim and I could see the candlelight flickering from the living room. He went to great lengths for our evening together. Kissing him softly as I stepped inside, I murmured that I've missed him. He smiled back at me and deepened our kiss, but only for a moment. Taking the overnight bag from my hand, he sauntered off down the hall to the bedroom while I made my way into the living room after her.

She had already settled onto the sofa, the plush pillows surrounding her as she sank back into them. Softly lit by the candles, her hair looked like it was made of gold shimmering in the light. It danced in her eyes as well, eyes that were filled with lust. Her body language was quite clear as she settled back further into the lush fabric. It was only two steps to her side and I knelt on the sofa over her. Our mouths met again, uninhibited, unbridled in our passion. Her hands roamed, feeling me, taking what she couldn't get while we were in the car. Pulling me closer, our bodies touched, mine on top of hers, undulating softly, slowly. Passion surged and our kisses became more heated. A gasp, a groan, I needed her.

She startled suddenly and I pulled back, concerned. A look of disgust crossed her face and she reached into her purse beside the sofa. Looking at her cell phone, she shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I have to take this call. It might be a bit, I'm so sorry."

I knew about her work and her clients, It was a 24/7 type of job. "No worries," I whispered softly," We do have all night, you know."

She grinned back at me and sashayed off to the kitchen to take her call. Settling into the spot she just occupied, I glanced at the doorway. He was leaning there, one hand at his side, the other rubbing his cock through his jeans. He had been watching and waiting.

"Come here," I said huskily. He always had a way of bringing the lust out in me and knowing he had been watching us made me want him, right then and there. He wasted no time moving to my side. Kissing me greedily, he took the position I had just been in. His warm body pressed tight to me, his erect cock against me was evidence of his arousal. Our mouths connected in a hunger that only he and I shared. His hands knew my body well and he made little effort of removing my blouse. Soft warm hands glided over my breasts and a small groan escaped my lips. Between him and her, my body was screaming with cravings of carnal lust. His lips moved down my neck, licking and sucking at it. He sat back for a moment, quickly stripping off his shirt, and then leaned over me again. His lips found me as I arched up to him. Fingers deftly removed my lacy bra. Lights flashed behind my closed lids as his lips found my nipple. Hunger ached in his touch and I couldn't help but respond to it. His tongue swirled over my nipple, sucking at it, biting. His other hand massaged my breast as my hips sought him out. Every bite, every suck made my body pulse with arousal. I needed him.

My fingers found his belt and quickly discarded it. Unbuttoning his jeans, I slid the zipper down and was greeted by hot, hard flesh. Groaning at the feel of him, I delicately wrapped my fingers around his erect cock. He was so aroused. Stroking him slowly, I felt his body shudder for a moment. His mouth closed tighter around my nipple and I could tell he was as close as I was.

Releasing my breasts and moving down, his tongue traced circles over my stomach. Tracing around and around until he met my pants. Slipping the button out and sliding down the zipper, he gently tugged at them until they slid off. He looked at me then, a soft, loving look, sliding his hand over the wet silk still between my thighs. I was so aroused for him, for her. He tucked his fingers in my panties and slid them off, leaving me naked in front of him. Kneeling back down, I could feel his warm breath against me. "Yes," I moaned as his tongue met my flesh. His hot, wet tongue touched my skin, slowly moving across my clit. I gasped. Swirling over me again, his tongue caressed me, knowing how to arouse me, knowing how to make me cum. My hips moved in rhythm to his mouth, rolling with his caresses. Every stroke of his tongue brought me closer. My fingers clutched at his hair, at the pillows beside me. My body moaned at the sensations. Every lick, every suck heightened my pleasure, over and over against my clit. His fingers found me then, sliding through my wetness, pushing up into me, fucking me. My thighs were wide open, wanting him, needing him. He made me whimper then, pushing another finger inside. Stroking his fingers in and out, matching my hips. Pushing in every time I brought my hips up, thrusting inside me, filling me over and over. His tongue was merciless, licking, swirling. Every movement of his tongue bringing me closer, every thrust of his fingers heightening my pleasure. I groaned louder, gasping out his name. He pushed me closer and closer. God, I was going to cum.

I grabbed at his hair, my breathing ragged, gasping. His head pressed tighter against me, his tongue moving faster. There, yes. Muscles tensed and I pushed my hips up hard to meet him. My body cried out before my voice did. My orgasm rushing through me, convulsing against his face, his hand. My juices gushed over him, my cunt pulsed around him. I gasped for breath as the pleasure pulsed over and over. I needed more. I needed him inside me, I needed to feel his hard cock deep inside my cunt. I needed to be filled by him. I didn't need to say anything though. He knew. I looked down and watched as he quickly discarded his jeans, his hard cock throbbing between his thighs. Reaching out to him, I pulled him up the length of my body, my thighs parting around him. Arching up again, I felt his hard cock against my wetness, sliding against me, coating his cock in my juices. He reached down then, positioning himself over me, pressing his cock against my aching cunt.

Moaning as his cock began to slide inside me, I heard movement by my side. Turning to look, I saw her there... naked beside me, her hand between her thighs, stroking. She had been watching and wanting....