Bee

After a few minutes, I feel like I should come back in the room but I'm not sure. They didn't call me back after all. Should I wait ? Should I come in ? I hover around the door of my own bedroom for a few minutes in silence. Then I start to hear noises. I realize that it's her voice, and I wonder if she's calling me. But I also hear another sound. Thump. Thump. The bed is hitting the wall, again and again.

I open the door, startled at the sight of my boyfriend between her legs, fucking her harder than he's ever fucked me. He's standing next to the bed where she's laying on her back, her legs thrown over his arms as his hips fuck deeply into her.

“Babe ?” My voice shakes almost as much as my own body.

He doesn't even slow, doesn't stop or glance at me. Her moans go louder and louder as he makes noises I've never heard coming from him.

he brings her in, i can hear them kissing at the door. maybe he's pushing her against the wall? is she already on her knees, face buried in his crotch? my hand involuntarily reaches for my dripping sex and my fingers start to circle around my hard clit.

i hear the rustle of pants, a belt being undone, clothes falling to the floor. the squeak of the bed as two people fall down on it. this is it. he's going to fuck her, make her feel good, let her cum instead of me. i edge hard and a moan escapes my lips. “shut up, edgeslut”, i hear him mutter.

then she moans, and the sounds of him eating her out fill the room. she begging him, him humming against her skin, the wetness of her pussy. it's so unfair i want to cry. i edge once more as she cums. that's one. Sir has promised to give her at least three of my orgasms.

they change positions, i can hear them kiss sloppily. she must be tasting herself on his tongue. he orders her between his legs and then she is allowed to take his cock in her mouth. i part my lips, wishing he would rest his cock on my tongue, let me taste him, let me bring him pleasure instead of her. he praises her, ignores my whimpers as i edge again and again.

i am so lost in the pleasure radiating from my clit i don't even notice them changing positions again. i only come to my senses the second i hear her mumble “fuuuck” and the first slap of skin against skin is audible. he's fucking her, he's actually fucking her pussy. my own cunt weeps in despair, my asshole clenching around the plug. he hasn't fucked my pussy in months.

his thrusts get harder, her moans louder. she sounds as if she's close. she sounds like his cock is filling her so good, as if she's never been fucked like that. i wonder if Sir is even watching me edge myself, or if he's completely focused on the beautiful girl coming apart underneath him. “cum for me”, he says between thrusts, and that's orgasm number two that he gives her. a tear soaks the blindfold, i wish he had said those words to me, not her.

he flips her to her back, i can only imagine how he grabs her tits, how wet her pussy must feel around his hard length. much better than mine? they kiss again, moaning in each other's mouth. now i'm sure they're not looking at me. i edge to that thought, my pussy aching from lack of orgasms and attention she gets.

he tells her that he's close, and that he wants her to cum with him. then, he addresses me for the first time since he started to fuck the other girl. “hands off your pathetic clit now. you don't get pleasure from this.” i obey with a whimper, force myself to grab my sticky wet thighs. there's nothing to distract me from listening to them cumming together. i feel like my pussy is going to explode with need. they sound so hot, so satisfied, so blissfully fucked out. ignoring me, ignoring my pussy, ignoring my desperation.