Page 7 of CEO February: Brax Danvers
I lapped at her, licking the chocolate that had been painted over her pussy. Emilia liked to have a bare pussy and I was thankful for that. I sucked on her lips, pulling her clitoris between my teeth. She moaned and tried to raise her hips, but the weight of the guy sitting on her was too much. I reached under her ass and lifted; it gave me better access. I slid my tongue into her pussy as far as I could go. I couldn’t breathe; my mouth and nose were full of her flesh. I reached under, she tensed a little, and then relaxed. That was my permission, and I inserted a finger into her ass.
When I came up for air, I was aware my face would be covered not just in her juices but in chocolate too. I sucked on the skin on her inner thighs and slipped off the bed.
I grabbed a wet cloth left beside the paint pots and cleaned my face and hands. I picked up a bottle of cold water from an ice bucket and took a gulp. All the while I watched him fuck her tits. Emilia was rather fond of apearl necklaceand I knew that was soon to come. I suspected he might need a little help.
I kneeled above Emilia’s head and I leaned down to lick his cock. It took him by surprise initially. While he ran his cock back and forth, I did the same with my tongue. I couldn’t suck him, of course, but it did aid his coming. He shot his cum all over her neck and she groaned as the hot liquid seeped around her diamond choker. That necklace had more cum dried between the diamonds than any other in the world, I’d told her. We’d laugh about the day it needed repair.
The man slid to one side and waited, breathing deeply to catch his breath.
“DP?” I whispered, and he nodded. I reached for a condom and handed it to him. He smiled and took it. I could go bareback but no one else.
I encouraged Emilia to ride me. She wasn’t necessarily one for doing the work, but I promised her it would be worth it. She placed her legs on either side of mine and I guided my cock inside. She sat upright and rode me gently at first. The guy straddled my thighs. He reached around and cupped her breasts, squeezing and rolling the flesh in his hands. He pinched her nipples hard, causing her to gasp, she dug her fingers into my chest.
“Lean forward, Emilia,” I whispered, and he gave her a little push.
When her ass was in the air and he was teasing her hole with his cock, she understood. She smiled leaning down to kiss me. She liked to be kissed, for her, there was some intimacy between us. I was the only one she kissed, so she said. Her tongue fiercely tangled with mine and her moan filled my mouth when he inserted his cock into her ass. White chocolate was the only lubricant she needed.
She stilled and we fucked her. I could feel the pressure from his cock on her walls and I was sure he could feel it from me as well. It was as if there was only a small barrier between our cocks rubbing against each other. That thought turned me on more.
I wasn’t bi, I was after pleasure and I didn’t care how I got it. I was after experiences and sensation, and that was flowing over me in abundance that evening.
For the first time in a long while, my cock was throbbing with desire, I wasn’t just getting a release. My heart pounded in my chest, more so when both of them moaned at the same time. I reached up and covered his hands with mine; we both teased her breasts. Tangled fingers drummed over her flesh and she began to shudder.
Emilia didn’t orgasm easily but twenty minutes later she exploded around us. She threw back her head and cried out, she gripped my chest, drawing blood, and she pushed back hard on the cock in her ass. I felt every movement from inside her, every contraction from her muscles, and then the drip of her wetness slide down my cock. Emilia coming just the once was also never enough.
She slumped to my chest and he pulled out. He smiled down at me, waiting on my command, I guessed. He removed the condom and placed it on the small table, taking another. I was pleased that he was conscious of our collective health.
I gently rolled her to her back and allowed him the pleasure of tasting her. He buried his head between her thighs, and I kneeled over her teasing her mouth with my cock. She reached out with her tongue, licking and tasting herself. She reached up and grabbed it, holding me tight and running her tongue up and down my length. She then sucked my balls into her mouth. It was my turn to groan with pleasure.
The guy sat up and held his cock in his hand. He slid his hand up and down and I leaned forward. He rubbed his cock over my lips.
“Oh, let me watch,” Emilia said, and I chuckled.
I moved to one side, allowing her to sit up. He kneeled, I was on all fours in front of him and she sat to my side. She watched me suck his cock, taking it to the back of my throat as much as I could. She reached under and jerked me off. Sucking a condom-clad cock wasn’t the nicest thing I could have done, and when I released him from my mouth, I needed a drink to remove the taste of latex.
“That was hot, my darlings,” Emilia said.
She decided she’d had enough of her butler and thanked him. He left the terrace and picked up his clothes. I wasn’t sure she should trust him in her house, even for the time it took for him to dress, but then I remembered the cameras. Her husband was probably watching us all as we performed.
“Now it’s just us,” she said, licking her lips.
Both of us were covered in cream, cake, and chocolate paint, as was the daybed. I grabbed a bottle of water and rested it against her pussy. She shivered, smiled, and raised one eyebrow as if challenging me. I raised both of mine and smirked. Emilia lay back, propped up on her elbows with her feet on the bed, legs bent, and open. I cracked the lid of the bottle and took a gulp. I warmed it very slightly and then spat it over her pussy, cleaning her. I did that a couple of times until she was both clean and very wet.
I screwed the bottle cap tight and pushed it against her hole. The cold of the bottle made her gasp, more so when I slid it inside her. Emilia liked toys but sometimes we simply had to improvise. A cold, glass bottle of spring water was working well. She let her head fall back and her stomach stretch and tightened.
“Is he watching?” I whispered. She nodded.
I looked up to a camera above the bed and smiled. He appreciated that I would acknowledge him; he’d said it was as if I was thanking him. And I was. It was a brave man who allowed his wife to do what she did without jealousy eating him up inside.
Water condensed on the surface of the bottle so it slid in and out of her with ease. I couldn’t wait to dive in with my cock, to feel her frozen pussy and reheat her. She began to rock her hips and I rotated the bottle. Its ridges were sending her over the top. She cried out and her hands gripped at the material.
“I need you to fuck me,” she growled.
I didn’t delay.
I placed the bottle on the floor and held my cock at her entrance. I teased her until she reached up and slapped my chest.
I laughed. “You’re so impatient,” I said.
