Page 43 of Corruption

“Go on, Pretty Girl. Don’t be shy. Tell him what you want.”

“Touch… touch my…” My face heats up. I can’t say it.

“Tell me you want me to touch your cunt, Kitten.”

“Touch it.”

“Say it.”

“Touch my…” I take a breath as my desire overcomes any embarrassment I have at using such a vulgar word. “Touch my cunt.”

“As the lady wishes,” Alik says.

Nadia’s lips return to mine. Alik’s fingers touch my cunt. I whine into Nadia’s mouth as Alik works long strokes up and down the length of my… my cunt. Pleasure from Nadia’s kiss jolts through my body to my cunt, and the pleasure from my cunt spreads through the rest of my body, making me tingle in a way that I didn’t even feel last night when I touched myself. Something about Alik’s hand down there feels so much better, so much more overwhelming, so much more electrifying than when it was just my hand.

But then, instead of continuing to rub the aching nub of nerves that made me feel so good last night, Alik inserts a finger inside my cunt.

It’s a weird feeling. A foreign feeling. So weird that it almost ruins the pleasure that was building in me before.

But then Nadia takes her lips from mine. Kisses my cheek. Runs her hand up and down my outer thigh and says, “Relax, Pretty Girl. My husband and I are going to take good care of you.”

Something about the way she says “my husband” sends a jolt through me. Because it’s so foreign to me that I’m allowed to have this with people who are married to each other. That they’ve allowed me into something that I’ve always been told was just for two people.

“Take a deep breath, Kitten. You’ll like it. We promise.”

I do as they say. Take a breath. Force myself to relax. To not be afraid of the intrusion.

Alik presses a kiss on my mouth and asks, “Good?”

I nod. He begins to move his finger back and forth, and it still feels weird. But not unpleasant. Just different. A feeling to learn to ignore or rather, one to get used to.

“Let me help,” Nadia suddenly says, and then her soft hand isn’t on my outer thighs. It’s between my legs, rubbing the nub between my legs, whose ache I’d lost focus on after Alik inserted a finger inside me. But with Nadia’s hand rubbing it, the ache, the pleasure from Nadia’s hand soothing it, is all I can focus on.

My breath comes out in short gasps in between desperate whines until I feel the tight knot of tension in me burst and push me over the edge into intense pleasure.

Nadia stops. Alik doesn’t. But now his finger doesn’t feel like such an uncomfortable intrusion. I feel full and warm and I feel something building in me, but from somewhere different than when I fell apart under Nadia’s massaging. I let my head fall back. My eyes close as my legs shake from the pleasure spreading across me like paint on a canvas.

I feel poking at my cunt again and then I feel fuller and tighter and realize that Alik has added another finger, and if I weren’t bracing against the counter, I would have fallen, unable to stand on my own trembling legs.

“You don’t want to leave my husband wanting, Pretty Girl,” Nadia sings in my ear. “Come for him, won’t you?”

Between the fullness of Alik’s fingers, agitating the new bundle of tension and pleasure in me from a different place. From Nadia’s hot breath in my ear. From Alik’s kisses on my face accompanied by the tingling of his beard scratching my skin as he does so, it’s too much.

I come on his fingers with a wail. Wetness trickles down my thighs after gushing from me as I grip tightly on Alik’s shirt.

I float down like a feather from the high while in between Alik and Nadia’s warmth. I have even more reason to be embarrassed now. Or, I feel that I should. But it’s different experiencing this as an active participant. In between their bodies instead of off to the side watching like an intruder.

They finally back away from me, and it’s only when I see the yogurt and spoon on the ground that I realize I dropped it.

Finally, once I have my breath back, I ask, “So… what now?”

“Now,” Nadia says while Alik bends down to pick up the yogurt and spoon. He rinses the spoon off and hands both back to me as Nadia says, “Now, we negotiate.”

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