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he man dropped to his knees and buried his face between the woman’s legs, his tongue and lips eating at her pussy with such an intensity that her head fell back and her hands knotted in his hair.  Kia swore she could feel the sensations in her own body, and as she watched, tingles began to form from her core out, her entire body tensing and pulsing. 

             
“Do you recognize her?”

             
Kia’s eyes snapped to Trey’s and for a minute, she didn’t comprehend his questions as she waited for the pulsating desire to lessen.  When he asked again, she was clear headed enough to turn back and glance at the woman who now had one leg wrapped around her man’s neck as she arched into him.

             
When the woman’s eyes shifted to the glass and met hers, Kia’s nipples pebbled and she understood.  “She was with you last night.  She was the second stranger.”

             
Trey nodded and stepped behind her, his hands deftly parting her robe as the woman on the other side of the glass continued to stare at her, even as her partner stood and went behind her, bending her so her hands grabbed the bed frame and he slammed into her, the woman’s eyes never left Kia. 

             
“Are you wet?”

             
Trey’s lips brushed her ear as his fingers went instinctively to her nipples, and Kia found that she was wetter now, watching this stranger who had been between her legs last night get fucked while her own lover was enticing her with his hands and mouth, than she had been the last time she’d had sex all of those months ago.

             
“Are you wet?” he repeated and she nodded, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth to keep from crying out.  “Do you want me to fuck you like that? Bent over, hard, giving you no choice as I slam myself into you?” The fingers on her nipples tightened painfully and Kia had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.  She nodded her head but Trey was already shaking his, already taking her hand and leading it down to her pussy.  “I won’t fuck you, not yet, not because I don’t want you but because you need to understand how to face that want.  Touch yourself,” he whispered, using his fingers to show hers where to navigate.  “Touch your pussy—here and now, watching someone else get fucked the way you want to be fucked, hard and rough and sure, touch yourself and come while they watch us.”

             
“I can’t,” she whispered but Trey held her fingers. 

             
“Yes, you can.  I can’t touch you if you won’t tell me what you want, Kia.  Touch yourself so you know what you want.  Fuck yourself so you can tell me how to.  Feel their eyes and know how it turns them on to see you like this.”

             
His words made her groan and suddenly, she was scissoring her fingers, pinching her small mound, massaging it, working it as her eyes drifted shut and he whispered dirty words into her ear.  His free hand went to her nipples, the other still covering her working fingers, his lips on her neck and shoulders, her back.  He groaned out, the sound skimming across her skin and lighting fires, but Kia was too far gone to hear them, her hips thrusting to the rhythm her fingers set, her body moving on its own instinct now.  As she climbed higher and higher, her body tensed, her back arched, thrusting her breasts even more fully into Trey’s palms as she bowed back.  Her fingers shoved inside of her pussy and scraped up and that was all it took to have her flying, her body skyrocketing from its place, her moans echoing all around her as she rode her fingers until she couldn’t take another moment.

             
When her body would have crumpled, Trey was there, sweeping her up and laying her on the bed, brushing her hair back with his fingers, kissing her neck, her jaw, her breasts while her breath heaved and her body trembled.  When she would have rolled onto her side and slept, Trey’s lips were at her ear, his teeth nipping and his breath causing her to shiver.  “We’re not done, Kia.”  He turned her so that she was splayed out in front of him, taking her hands and wrapping them around the headboard.  He didn’t tie them there, but one look at his face told Kia they were not to be moved.

             
“I have a present for you, if you want it.”

             
Her heart was beating too fast, her body already beginning its pulsing throb that indicated he was right: she wasn’t done.  That first round was to take the edge off, to loosen her up, but now she craved, perhaps more than she had that first orgasm, she craved the feel of her body taking over, of that pressure that built and then exploded. 

             
He flicked his finger into her nipple and she had to bite back a cry of pleasure.  “I want it,” she said, almost breathless as she gyrated her hips, begging him to spread them open and fuck her.  “I want it all.”

             
“Good girl.”

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              Trey backed off of the bed and watched Kia’s eyes shift and then widen as she took in his raging hard on.  A part of him wanted to say fuck the whole program and ram into her right now—to fuck this need out of himself, and her, until they were both raw and sated.  And then he wanted to turn her over and do it again while she watched him in the mirror.

             
But that wasn’t her plan, and whether or not he liked it, she was here as a guest and he was here as her lover to fulfill the plan set out for her.  So, rather than drilling himself into her, he was going to drill someone else, and hope that in watching, Kia understood just what she did to him.

             
Some women were too delicate to watch the man who was fucking them fuck someone else—even if it was a pleasure retreat.  They thought it meant that they weren’t enough.  Trey knew enough about his warrior to know that she would see this as what it was—a training exercise in erotica, a way for her to act as a voyeur, a naughty girl, an observer who had a major role in getting him off just by being there, naked and wet and waiting for him.  When Lana came into the room, Trey never took his eyes off of Kia, and he was grateful as it was in that moment of understanding that he saw her desire, raw and real.  She knew Kia was here for them, for her, and she was ready and willing.

             
“Lana’s going to touch you as I touch her—she’s going to give you the pleasure that only a woman can give another woman, while I give her everything I want to give you.  I’m going to fuck her, hard and long and without restraint.  You’re going to watch as she licks your pussy, sucks you as I fuck her, and you’re going to feel in a very real way the way it will be when we’re together.”

             
Their eyes stayed locked, and in hers he saw both the need and the arousal, the desire that told him this was the woman who understood what sex was about: pleasure, both given and taken.  He couldn’t—wouldn’t—take from her yet, but he could give to her while finding that momentary release, and he could show her that not everything had to be as someone else said.

             
Trey stood and watched as the curvaceous Lana with her blonde hair and creamy skin began to caress and stroke his warrior, the chocolate haired Kia with her beautiful golden skin and dark eyes, her lean hips and long, long legs, a direct contrast to her large breasts which were heaving now even as Lana began stroking her hands over them, pressing her lips and tongue to the perfect pink nipples.  His cock burned with the need to release, to pound into someone and find that pleasure that could only come from blowing its load long and deep and hard into the body of a woman.  And still, Trey waited, his hand stroking from the base to the tip and back, his muscles taught as he watched his lover begin to tremble as her body was stroked. 

             
When Lana shifted to her knees, nestling between Kia’s legs, resting her weight on one hand as she suckled at Kia’s breasts and belly, her other hand stroking between Kia’s legs, Trey wondered how he didn’t blow right there.  The picture they made, one curved smooth ass in the air, long lean legs spread out around her as her head dipped and licked, sucked, played with the perfect pussy that was already wet from her earlier orgasm.

             
Sheathing himself in a condom and stepping up behind Lana, Trey’s eyes found Kia’s even as he shifted until he was kneeling on the bed directly behind Lana.  Gripping her hips, he didn’t bother to test if she was wet, didn’t wait for her to do anything else; this wasn’t about her and her pleasure, though Trey knew her well enough to know that she offered herself for this because she got off on being the conduit between lovers.  Right now, everything was about his warrior, and when he shifted his dick and slammed into the wet folds of Lana, it was Kia’s name that pushed past his lips and filled the air.

             
Her scream echoed with it, and then he was thrusting, pulling Lana back as he slammed forward, her ass smacking deep and hard against his groin as his dick filled her to full.  He heard her begin to moan and he increased the pace, watching as Kia brought her knees up, her hands straying from the bed rail not to push away but to bring Lana closer, to guide her to her down to her pussy again where Lana lapped at her like it was a last meal.

             
“Oh, god.”  Kia’s cries filled the air and spurred Lana on, her head movements quickening, body full from both ends as Trey fucked her from behind and Kia wrapped her legs higher.

             
Trey watched as his lover was eaten by the woman he plunged into and it was almost enough to make him blow.  Kia was squeezing her breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers, arching her hips into Lana’s mouth, seeking for the release Trey knew was coming to him as well.

             
“Fuck her.”

             
Trey groaned long and deep when Kia’s words washed over him, and then again when she stared straight at him and pressed Lana’s face closer to her wet folds, causing both women to moan.  “Fuck her like she’s fucking me, come with me.  Come with me.”
              Lana began to scream, her pussy clenching around Trey’s cock and he so he pressed the small of her back down and doubled his pace, his hips thrusting so hard and quick he could barely breathe.  His eyes never left Kia’s, so he was aware the moment her orgasm ripped through her, aware the minute that Lana slipped fingers into her pussy and ass to extend the pleasure, aware when she realized the pressure was building again, only to come harder the next time.

             
“Come with me,” he told her and he saw her shake her head, fear of what she was feeling, what she was capable of holding her back.  “Come with me,” he said, this time louder, stronger, more demanding.  She nodded, her teeth sinking into her lips and then they were flying, Lana working and then releasing both fingers, first the ass and then the pussy, until Kia was drenched and shaking.  Riding his own orgasm, Trey pounded into Lana over and over, his eyes on Kia, his groan long and deep and satisfied as he pumped the last of his load far and deep inside.

Chapter 7

             
Kia wasn’t sure where she was when she woke, but she was sure that she hadn’t moved, or hadn’t been aware of moving, after her last orgasm.  Leaving her eyes closed as she drifted in and out of sleep, Kia remembered what it had felt like to watch Trey take another woman while she was pleasured by her.  And him.  She’d once heard of this voyeuristic lifestyle where couples traded partners and had sex in the same room, or where a man watched as another man or woman pleasured his wife, and she’d thought it was wrong, dirty somehow…and it was dirty, but in that hot, I want to do it again and again and again kind of way. 

             
Jesus, the way he’d looked as he was taking Lana, the way his muscles had rippled, everything in his body tense and tight as he pounded into her, over and over, his eyes burning into Kia even as she had been drugged by the pleasure that another woman was bringing her.  The way it had felt to have someone feminine, gentle even, lick her and take her while she watched the man she had come to want with an intensity not even she understood dominate them both was indescribable.  Now, she was lying in the bed
, Trey spooning her from behind, but they were alone.  She had vague memories of being washed again, of smooth hands rubbing her arms and legs, a cool cloth wiping her face before she was laid down on the cool, clean sheets and drifted into oblivion. 

             
“How do you feel?”

             
Trey’s voice was low, thick with sleep, and Kia smiled as her pressed his lips to her neck, her shoulder, and then her lips as she shifted to face him.  His arms were around her and his hands were now stroking her hip. 

             
“Amazed.  Exhausted.  Can I ask you something?” Trey nodded. 

             
“What’s next?”

             
His grin was lightening quick, as were his fingers that slid down and into her.  “Role play.”

The End

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