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“Shopping.”
“Other than shopping,” he asked, lowering the clipboard.
“Let’s see,” she said, clucking as she thought about her options. “How about oral sex?”
“Explain what you like most.”
“How explicit do you want me to be?” she taunted them.
“If you want the kind of reward you’ll appreciate most, then you may want to be detail oriented here,” Kemper explained, grinning.
She ran her palms down the sides of her legs. Then, she traipsed across the room. “Can I show you while I tell you?” she asked, glancing at the bench.
Kit cleared his throat. “What do you think, Kemper?”
“I think that’s a perfect idea,” he said, smacking his lips.
Kemper was horny. She could see the outline of his erection from across the room. By the time she finished with them, they’d fuck her like they were mad at her for having a pussy.
She sat on the bench. Swinging her legs around, she tightly drew them to her chest then stretched out all at once, her thighs falling open against either side of the bench. With Kit and Kemper standing at the end, and inching closer all the time, she was fully exposed.
“I like a man who appreciates a bare pussy,” she said, slapping her mound. “And I love one who will caress me here when he’s sucking my clit.” She rubbed her hand over her recently waxed cunt, stroking where the hair had once been.
“See how smooth I am?” she asked, encouraging them to come closer. Why wouldn’t they give her a helping hand when she so desperately wanted one? When they didn’t walk any closer, she continued, “I always appreciate a lot of clit attention.” She rubbed the little button until the point was hard and tender. Sticking her middle finger between her parted lips, she moistened the digit and returned to toy with her hard button, rolling her clit back and forth.
A little lower, the heat from her arousal gathered at her pussy lips, and she was dying to insert a few fingers and masturbate. Why not? They sure weren’t doing their part to help a woman out!
She spread her legs wider. “And I love a man who isn’t afraid to get his mouth in there. You know what I’m talking about. Both of you know how to please a woman. You don’t just lick the folds and waggle your tongue right inside a woman, you get down and dirty and get in there with your nose, chin, mouth, and tongue.”
Holly bent her knees and flattened her feet against the seat beneath her. She fingered her folds and then pinched one. Jerking, her hips shot off the bench, and Kit’s eyes widened. “Oh, you didn’t know I was so sensitive here, did you?”
“No,” he admitted.
She gained a small victory with his confession. If nothing else, these sessions would lead to more fulfillments in the bedroom. Even if they didn’t become practitioners of Domination and submission, her men would learn more about her, what ways they could further please her.
See, she mused. The time wasn’t entirely wasted.
“I love having a man lick my clit, suck and pinch my folds, and eat me like they won’t be served dinner tomorrow or even next week. That’s what I enjoy,” she crooned, dipping her fingers inside her lips.
Kemper stepped forward. He knelt to the floor. Using his elbows, he spread her, eyeing her pussy like he was thinking about assaulting her now that he understood a missed opportunity was comparable to sacrificing adequate nutrition, sex food for the soul.
“And what else do you like?” he asked, dragging his tongue up and down her inner thigh.
A whip of electricity sent her staggering as he twirled h
is tongue higher, kissed a path up her leg, and charged her pussy like a man who knew precisely where to find the most intimate, finest wine.
“A lover who can use his hand,” she replied. “I like to feel my man’s fingers gliding inside my cunt while he’s eating me out. You know what I’m talking about.”
Kemper dragged her to him, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Then, he dropped his chin to her mound and studied her. “Let’s see if I can get this right. What’d ya say?”
“Yes, Sir, please,” she rasped, biting down on her forefinger. He shoved three fingers inside her, and rather than smoldering her desire, he fed her a generous shot as he snaked a trio of digits higher, swirling them back and forth until she trembled violently.
“There?” he asked, working his hand against her cunt, whispering across her tender folds, and flicking the hard bud with the tip of his tongue.
“It’s about a three or four on a scale of one to ten,” she said, already breathless. She gave Kit a quick glance and noticed he looked quite amused. Three or four, hell!
She felt like he was taking her on a trip around the world, like the long-awaited vacation of a lifetime was set to begin and only pleasurable because he was her tour guide, the man who’d take her on the ride of her life.
