Welcome to the electrifying Part 2! If you missed the steamy events of Part 1, go back and catch up. Get ready for more naughty adventures and delve deeper into desire’s embrace.
And then I finally felt her tongue touching my entrance. I moaned, and I wanted to beg for more. But Martin pushed his cock inside my mouth again and started relentlessly fucking my throat. Cheyenne’s tongue slid in deeper, as she began eating my pussy. It shouldn’t feel any different from when a guy does that, but it did. To my surprise, I liked it more than when the man did it. I don’t know if this was about the skill or about the person. Perhaps I was just glad the spanking was over. I was almost sure that I wasn’t bisexual. Well, maybe less than almost sure now.
After a couple of minutes, during which I came two times, Martin let me go. He slid a little lower on the bed.
“Sit on his cock,” Cheyenne ordered.
I did as I was asked, moaning as his member filled my pussy. I didn’t move, since nobody told me to. She made me bent over more, and spanked me again.
“Open your ass, slut,” she told me.
I did as she asked, feeling my muscles straining from the challenging position. I wasn’t sure if rimming in this position was even possible. But Cheyenne was fit and there wasn’t much that could stop her. I leaned back even more ignoring the pain in my legs. I wanted her tongue to slide in deeper and deeper, but she was still on licking the outside. Martin started massaging my boobs, he was clearly enjoying my new position. After a couple minutes, she stopped. And I heard a characteristic sound of a lube bottle being opened. I felt her stretching the tight ring of muscles, and tried to relax. I rarely did anal, so it was a little uncomfortable at first, but she knew how to make it feel good. Soon, she was able to fit three fingers inside, that’s when she stopped.
“Stand up and turn around,” she said.
Once again, I obeyed her order. I didn’t want to get spanked again.
“Good. Now let Martin fuck your small arse,” she smiled and stood up from the bed.
I slowly lowered myself, and whimpered, feeling his hard, quite big member filling my still tight arsehole.
“Start moving. Are you waiting for a special invitation, you dumb slut?” Cheyenne scoffed.
She was still going through her purse, and I started to be afraid of what she was looking for. I hoped it wasn’t some sort of a paddle for spanking.
I started riding Martin and with every move it felt better and better. I started moaning from pleasure, as I got used to his size and the unpleasant stretching feeling was gone.
Cheyenne finally found what she was looking for. It was a bullet vibrator, the one that connected to a remote so that you can pull it out. Martin opened his legs and she lay down in between them. Her face was inches from my pussy. She leaned forward and licked my clitoris, making the whole area twitch and pulsate.
“Don’t stop riding,” she instructed me.
I didn’t trust my voice to answer, but resumed moving. After this, I think I’m going to be addicted to anal.
She put the vibrator inside me and even though it was still off, it immediately went deep inside me. Then, she turned it on and I had to use all my strong will not to stop and close my legs. She smiled mischievously seeing my reaction and switched it to a higher setting. She started pulling on the cord, making the bullet retreat a little, before the vibrations were pushing back deeper.
“I’m close,” Martin breathed out.
Cheyenne made me bend back and started licking his balls and the base of his cock. She put two fingers inside me and pushed the vibrator down, onto the thin wall separating my pussy from my rectum.
“Fuck, yes, like this,” Martin grunted, clearly pleased with her actions.
He finished soon after, uncontrollably jerking his hips and moaning. I got a little sad that he had protection on, but anal or not, it was still for our safety. I could’ve only imagined his hot cum filling me and making be his.
Cheyenne pulled out the vibrator and I rolled aside. She put the bullet inside her this time, and Martin smiled seeing that.
“Come one, beautiful,” he said, pushing her to lie down, “Let me take care of you.”
He started passionately kissing her breasts and abdomen only to dive in between her legs.
Like hypnotized, I watched him eating her pussy as if that was his last meal. She was pullling on his hair and moaning, they both behaved like wild animals in heat. As a professional escort, I saw people having sex previously, but this time I found myself unable to look away. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
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