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Editor's Note: Part 1 of this story from Rachel Kramer Bussel's anthology Caught Looking appeared in Eros Zine's last issue; you can read it here. You can purchase Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists at Amazon.com. "Hi Carrie," says Kyle, his voice deep and husky. "I've heard all about what a naughty girl you are," and that's the last thing I hear as I fumble with the ice cubes. I pour us all sodas, nixing the alcohol, and quickly hurry back. I almost drop the glasses when I see them kissing, his denim-clad leg thrust between her thighs, pressing upward as she pushes downward. He suckles her lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. I set the glasses down on coasters, and he looks over and gives me a little smile. "You have good eyes, my dear, very good eyes," he says, and pulls back enough so we can both see how swollen his cock is. There's no need for small talk, awkward or otherwise, and things are moving along even faster than I'd anticipated. I follow them up the stairs, watch his hand on her back pushing her up, and I have a feeling he's going to spank her from that slight show of dominance. When she starts to go right instead of left, his other hand lashes out, pulling her close, while the hand that was guiding her back slides easily into her blonde tresses, tugging her head backward to expose her neck. "I'll show you where to go," he says, and she moans in response, giving me a glimpse of hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her dress. I realize she must not be wearing a bra and I feel a gush of moisture fall against my panties.
This is the moment I've been waiting for, the one I can hardly believe is actually happening. She reaches for his cock with her hand, but he pushes it back and then leans over her, shoving his cock against her cheek as he fixes her wrists behind her back, her hands dangling down just above the end of her spine, right above her ass. "Keep them there. I just want your sweet little mouth," he says, the naughty words making me plunge my fingers into my wet panties for some much-needed relief. I try my best to stay silent, biting my lip as she kisses his cock reverently then licks her way in one long motion from his balls on up to the crown before taking him between her lips. I don't get to see the glory of his cock anymore, but watching her strain to wrap her lips around him more than compensates, maybe because I've been there countless times; maybe because I can hear her heavy breathing in the otherwise silent room, her snorts and gurgles as she swallows him. I peek around and see her rocking slightly, her ass bobbing along with her head, and know she's getting as wet as I always do. I give myself a mental pat on the back for having chosen such a perfect slut as Carrie, as my fingers dive inside my slit. It's hard to tell who'll be offended and who'll be turned on by the chance to bang your boyfriend, you know. She's got his entire cock shoved down her throat, and her eyes gaze up at him, waiting for his next instruction. She keeps her mouth there, nudging the base, her lower lip flush with his ball sac, until she needs air, and then she slowly rises upward, unveiling his glistening cock for me. I add another finger, and feel my own breath shoot harshly out of my nose, my nostrils surely flared like a horse's, my noises of arousal joining hers. Carrie starts writhing up and down, faster and faster; and Kyle, who's been trying to maintain a stoic expression, can't help but part his lips, his eyes starting to glaze. She's moaning now, her fingers twitching at their imposed exile from her pussy, when he pulls her up again. "You're a fabulous cocksucker, Carrie. I hope you get lots of practice because clearly you just need cock as often as you can get it," he says, his voice husky, not giving away any sense of just how much he's enjoyed her skills. "I think that made you very wet, didn't it?" he asks. He's not talking to me, and yet it feels like he is. I've orchestrated this little game, but they've run with it. They're not putting on a show for me, I just happen to be their audience I realize as he sits up on the bed, propping his back against the headboard and lifting her dress off to reveal her smooth, naked backside. He hasn't looked at me once, his eyes fixed on her perfect ass curving across his lap. It doesn't matter though, whether they're trying to show off or not. Watching him do all the things he usually does to me, and seeing her react, has my eyes tearing with arousal, the way they do when I give him a really brilliant blow job. I wouldn't call them tears of joy, exactly; more like tears of overwhelming desire, my body's natural reaction to feeling like I might shatter, exploding in a fiery orgasm right there on the carpet. I dare to step closer and perch on a corner of the bed, so I feel it bounce as he lifts his hand and brings it down with a resounding smack on her ass. Her hands have automatically settled above her head, perfectly subservient, and now I see her bring her arm toward her mouth, so she can muffle her own cries as he does the same thing to her other cheek. Handprints, large and pink, immediately flower on her pale skin, but he just keeps on going until her ass is totally his, marked by his smacks. I note the way her body moves slightly, her legs widening, her ass arching higher to make the most of his smacks. Soon even her arm can't muffle her sounds. He's had his hand pressed against her lower back, keeping her still so she can fully absorb his smacks, but at her cries, he moves to shove four fat fingers into her mouth. She immediately starts suckling them, as if starved, her face rocking against his invading fingers. This is all way too much for me, and I get up and grab my favorite vibrator. I briefly wish it were one of those small, silent ones, but those have never really done the trick for me. This is a dual-action powerhouse, and I lay it in front of me and hump it, sliding it inside me so I'm pretty much sitting on it before I let it start buzzing. As Carrie sucks and gets spanked, I let the toy whir against my clit and tumble inside my pussy, bringing me to a powerful climax in moments. Carrie turns her head and watches me, her eyes glossed over as he keeps on spanking her. Finally, he pauses, and the lack of noise suffuses the air. I'm spent, and I turn the vibe off. He slides his fingers out of her mouth, but when she whimpers, Kyle offers her his thumb, and she sucks it like a child.
They're not too loud, so all I hear is the slapping as their bodies rub together. I'm suddenly wiped out, exhausted in a way only orgasm can make me, and I lie down next to Kyle, my head on an adjacent pillow, as Carrie smiles at me, her perfect breasts bobbing along with the rest of her. When his hands move around to cup her ass, squeezing it firmly and then pulling her cheeks apart, she pitches forward, tumbling on top of him and smothering my boyfriend with her blonde hair. A few strands land on me, tickling until she lifts her head and shakes them behind her. They kiss; a slow, passionate meeting of the lips as they grind together. I shut my eyes for a moment and find the image of them seared into my mind, captured indelibly. I purr without meaning to, open my eyes to find him sitting up, pushing her onto her back, and sliding out. He takes off the condom, tossing it to the ground as he now climbs on top of her. I don't know what he's doing at first until I see her hold her breasts together, and he slides between them. He spits into his hand to lube up his cock, then puts it back into her titty tunnel, and she pushes them tightly together. "Come on my tits," she says, her gaze fixed on his swollen head riding ever closer to her mouth as he thrusts in and out of her. She doesn't have to do much to get him to spurt, and when he does, I watch his hot lava arc over her body, then land all along her chest, leaving her covered in his white mess. He grunts, then jerks the last few droplets out of his dick before getting up to wash off. Kyle's never much of a talker right after he's come. I'm still absorbing all of what's happened, my mind adrift as Carrie stares back at me lazily. I'm about to ask what she thought when she says, simply, "You were right. It's perfect," then smears his cream all over her. I guess if there's any lesson to be learned it's that you shouldn't gloat over your prized possessions, be they a mansion in Malibu, a sleek sports car, or your boyfriend's killer cock. The best things in life, the ones that truly matter, aren't meant to be hoarded, they're meant to be shared. I'll probably lease out Kyle's cock again, maybe for our anniversary, but for now, I'm gonna spend some time savoring his perfect cock all by myself.
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