#smuttyprose

Ella sipped her whiskey, her gaze locked on a tall man with broad shoulders. She chuckled at his cocky smirk as he sank the eight ball and shrugged his shoulders at his opponent.

“He’s pretty,” she sputtered, loud enough for Mark to hear.

Mark leaned in, his breath warm against her neck. “Pretty enough that you want him?” His voice was quiet with an air of sass, but she could tell he already knew her answer.

Ella turned, placing a hand on Mark’s thigh. “Would it bother you?”

Mark exhaled sharply, a slow smirk curling his lips. “If you told me to fuck his ass, I would.”

Ella’s stomach jumped, heat pooling between her legs. His willingness sent a shiver through her. She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to mask her excitement. ‘Is that so?’ she asked, already picturing her husband behind this muscular man.

Mark took her hand, guiding it lower. “Try me,” he mouthed, his eyes shifting to glimpse the man again.

“Should I talk to him, or do you want to?” Ella questioned standing up from her spot at the bar.

Mark lovingly squeezed Ella’s side as she stepped away and sauntered toward the pool table. His eyes locked on the bounce of her backside as she approached the pool table.

“Mind if we join?” she asked with the smoothness of honey.

The man glanced up, his dark eyes keeking toward Mark inquisitively. “Depends,” he chided, leaning against the table. “You two any good?”

Ella grinned. Hoping to get a feel for his interest, she responded, “At pool?”

Mark stepped up beside her, plucking a cue from the rack. “Loser buys the next round.”

The stranger chuckled. “Sounds fair. Name’s Matthias. You can call me Matt”

On her first shot, Ella made sure to shoot right in front of Mark. She leaned over the table to take a shot, her ass brushing against Mark’s front. He exhaled sharply, his hands grasping for her hips pulling her into him.

Matthias noticed. He moved to stand behind her. Watching for Mark’s reaction, he shifted closer to Ella. “Need a little help?” he prodded, lowering his hand over hers on the cue stick. His chest brushed against her back, and she scrunched her nose as she bent over the table once again.

Mark stepped around the edge of the table eyeing their bodies pressed together.

As he gauged Matthias’s reactions, Mark found confidence and his fingers ghosted over Matthias’s when he passed the cue. Matthias shifted the cue in his hand, a smile pulling at his pink lips. As he leaned forward for a shot, Ella ran her fingers along his back, just barely slipping under his shirt.

At one point, Matthias lined up a difficult shot, his stance wide, and his arms stretched across the table. Mark took his chance and stated, “That’s a tough shot, Matt. Let me steady you.” He stepped into Matthias, his front pressing against the curve of Matthias’s ass.

To Mark’s surprise, and thrill, Matthias let out a soft sigh, sinking the shot anyway. He straightened, locking eyes with Mark. “That was bold,” he breathed, his face inches from Mark’s ear.

Mark swallowed the urge to bite his lip. Bold was exactly what he was going for. “I told her I’d do whatever she wanted.”

Ella leaned against the table, the whiskey burning sweet on her tongue, as she idly swirled the liquid in her glass. She didn’t need to ask as she already knew the answer, but she was savoring their reactions.

She scanned both of their faces before chiming in, “And what if I said I want both of you?”

Matthias arched a brow, flicking his gaze between them as he considered. His fingers traced over Ella’s wrist, noting the way her pulse fluttered beneath his touch. Slowly, yet with purpose, he pulled her closer, testing the waters.

Then, his other hand grazed Mark’s stomach, just skimming his waistband. Mark didn’t pull away. Matthias grinned.

Alice was on her knees before me. Her husband, naked across from me, his eyes glued to her every move, made her body sexier than it already was. Her green, lace bra spilled out the top of her v-neck and her soft, dark hair curled over her shoulder and clung to the curve of her chest.

I couldn’t help but run her hair through my hands smoothing it to her shoulder so it hugged her boobs. My cock bounced, a mind of its own, as Doug ran his hand over her bra forcing one nipple to slip from beneath the fabric.

The delicate touch of her fingertips trailed up my thigh and Alice’s sexy, wanting, blue eyes met mine. The hairs on my thigh stood up and so did my erection, my cock nearly touching her cheek as it hardened.

Alice’s fingers continued up my leg, grazed by my cock, and massaged over my groin pushing my shirt up slightly. Her hand settled on my length as she turned and wrapped her lips around Doug’s. Doug’s eyes were still glued to Alice and I swear if his eyes could drool, they would have.

When Alice turned to face me once more, her left hand still moved gracefully the length of Doug’s cock. She hooked her fingers under my shirt pushing it out of her way before nibbling at my hip and sliding her tongue over my tattoo. I knew she liked tattoos, but I did not know I would like her giving my tattoo this much attention.

She dropped her attention to my dick, her pouty red lips covering my tip, her tongue swirling like a tornado. Without thinking, my fingers wrapped into her curls again, holding her mouth right over my tip where the pressure of her sucking felt perfect.

Her hand again, traveled the distance of my thigh as she turned back to Doug. Her tongue drew circles on the skin of his balls and she moved her hand up and down over both our dicks.

For a moment, Doug peeled his eyes off Alice and he looked at me. “She is amazing,” I said to him with wide eyes.

“You have no idea, Ross,” he replied taking his cock in his own hand and stepping back a few feet. His gaze returned to her; he was more turned on by her enjoying me.

I pulled Alice up to me, my hands drifting over her body before I lifted her onto the bed. Her skin was soft and her eyes called to me. I slid her pleated mini skirt up so I could kiss her thighs. The softness between her legs glistened, her lips red and wanting.

Doug stood, watching quietly as I pushed my tip against her slit. Alice whimpered and her hands went to her breasts. She slid her bra down and rolled her nipples between her fingers.

My cock jerked as I slid inside her, her walls hugging me tightly. I exhaled and closed my eyes lifting her hips for a better angle.

She was watching Doug stroke himself when I said, “You are beautiful.” She smirked and raised her eyebrows, but her eyes maintained their gaze at Doug.

To my surprise, Doug responded. “Watching her get fucked is beautiful,” he marveled, his cock swollen in his hand.

Alice gestured Doug to her. She held his balls, gently moving her fingers over his skin, and she pulled him to her taking his full hardness into her mouth. Her breasts had fallen from her bra and bounced as I thrust against her. She moaned in pleasure and Doug’s body shook as he watched her take both his cock and mine.

Doug pushed dark curls from Alice’s face and I pulled out as he took his spot between her legs. He was slow and deliberate as he entered her; he watched her face the entire time until he pushed himself all the way in. She gasped, and I knelt close to her, her hand immediately wrapping around my shaft.

Alice bit my hip again, before dragging my cock into her mouth and sliding her tongue from the tip to my balls. My dick rubbed deep in her throat and I was ready to burst.

Doug grabbed at her hips as he drove into her deeper. Alice moaned around me, the vibrations overwhelming. I could see Doug tense, and his grunts came just moments before I came. Alice swallowed my juices and twirled her tongue over my shaft as her head fell back against the bed.

We rolled her onto her back, my hands squeezing her boobs. Doug’s fingers skitted over her stomach, one hand moving between her legs. He replaced his fingers with his mouth, and Alice bucked against him.

They were naked, their cocks pointing at me ready to be played with as I knelt between the two of them. Ross tucked my hair behind my ear as his eyes watched my husband. Doug was busy pulling at my bra, touching himself with his other hand. He was turned on by the thoughts floating around in his mind.

I looked between the two of them trying to imagine what was happening in their brains. With one hand on Ross’s thigh and my other hand on Doug’s thigh, I ran my fingers over their soft, hairy skin slowly gliding upward. A shiver ran down my spine when both of their cocks jumped in front of my face.

My fingers closed around Ross’s shaft and I turned to face Doug. I flicked my tongue over his tip and took him into my mouth moving down his shaft at the same time I shifted my down over Ross. As I sucked up and down Doug’s length, I mirrored my movements with my hand on Ross’s cock.

When I turned to face Ross, the line of his hip made me wet. His hip tattoo peeked out from the bottom of his tshirt, and I pushed the shirt up slightly to run my tongue over his waistline.

Ross pulled his shirt off allowing me to take in his full sexiness. I could feel Doug’s eyes on me; he liked that he could watch me looking at another man.

I kissed Ross’s hips and across his stomach and down his grown and the full length of his dick before I slid his tip between my lips and watched as his body stiffened.

Taking each of them, throbbing, into my mouth and stroking the other thrilled me. I took both of them in my hand, admiring them. I circled my tongue around the base of Doug’s cock and over the tight skin of his balls making him groan and step away.

I watched as Doug held his cock in his hand a few feet away before turning my attention back to Ross. Ross looked between the two of us and content that Doug planned to watch, his hands devoured my body. He lifted me from the floor, his hands caressing every inch of me, then gently slid my body onto the bed.

After squeezing my boobs which were practically spilling from my bra now, Ross pulled my skirt up immediately trailing kisses over my thighs, the entire time telling Doug how lucky he was.

My eyes locked on Doug as he played with himself. I watched him, and he watched us.

Ross circled his tip over my entrance. With his other hand, he dipped one finger inside me moaning at how wet I was. He drove himself into me, and my fingers grazed my nipples, my eyes still on Doug.

Doug expressed his enjoyment at watching me get fucked, and I motioned him to me. With him standing at the edge of the bed, I turned myself to him, and cupping his jewels in my hand, I pulled his full length into my mouth. I could feel his body already jerking as my lips passed over his hot flesh.

Doug nodded at Ross who pulled out making room for Doug to nestle himself between my legs. His tip was twitching as he slid himself over my entrance.

Ross’s tattoo made me want to bite him. I pulled him to me and nipped at his hip again. His hands swam in my hair, and he directed my mouth over his length. I twirled my tongue around his head and slid my tongue the entire length until his cock jabbed at the back of my throat.

Doug’s fingers dug into my hips as his cock pulsed inside me. Doug let out a low mumble and I moaned. Ross released, his juices filling my mouth before he drew himself into his hand.

Without a thought, both Doug and Ross had their hands back on me. My bra and my top no longer hid my body, and Ross turned his full attention to my breasts.

Doug’s hand caressed my stomach and down to my clit. He circled my clit, before sliding his fingers inside me and covering my nub with his mouth. Doug moved his fingers and his tongue together and Ross’s finger flicked over my nipples.

My wife knelt between us. Her boobs brimmed the top of her lace bra and her ass peaked from beneath the plaid pleats of her skirt. My fingers glided over the skin at the edge of her bra and I held my stiff cock in my hand.

Alice’s hair was dark against her white shirt, and Ross brushed his fingers through her curls. Ross caught my eye, checking in one last time before his hands caressed my wife’s skin.

Alice met my eyes and then his, her fingers moving up my thigh. My mind wandered at the sight of her hands exploring Ross’s body. Her fingers moved over my thigh and up to my groin and I watched her fingers move in the same manner over his body.

My dick twitched when her fingers grasped his girth, but in that moment Alice covered my cock with her mouth and slid her lips to the base of my shaft. Watching her hand on Ross’s cock mirror the motion of her mouth, again, had my cock twitching in anticipation.

I almost pulled away, but she turned her attention to Ross. Alice touched the skin at the base of his shirt. She has always loved the ridge that runs from hip to hip, the divide between the skin the sun sees and the skin only the night sees.

Alice’s fingers did not hesitate to push his shirt out of the way, and her lips made their way across his hips. I eyed my wife as her mouth trailed downward. Her long curls tumbled down her back when her lips perched at the head of his dick and she turned her eyes skyward to gaze at him.

Observing Alice was enthralling. Her hand swept over the length of my hardness still. She leaned back on her heels grasping both our dicks, her breasts bouncing out of her top. Alice shifted toward me, flicking her tongue over my balls. Between the view and her tongue, I finally pulled away content to watch.

Ross raised an eyebrow at me, and I took my eyes off Alice long enough to meet his gaze.

To make sure I was fine with him continuing, he found his words. “She is amazing,” he directed at me, while he waited for her to continue or for me to signal him onward.

“You have no idea, Ross,” I managed, nodding toward Alice and stepping away from them for a better view.

Alice continued her trail of kisses over Ross’s lower body. Ross hooked his arms around Alice’s body and raised her to her feet. My eyes affixed to his hands as they roamed across her curves. His hands found their way back to her breasts again and again, and my body jolted at the spark in her eyes every time he touched her.

Ross settled Alice on the edge of the bed and hiked her skirt up to her belly button. I throbbed at the glimpse of her wetness.

As Ross strung kisses across her thighs, I leaned against the wall. My core was screaming and I passed my hand over the head of my cock soothing the need to shove myself inside Alice.

I took a deep breath and watched as Ross plunged his tip between Alice’s folds. Alice squeeze her sensitive breasts, moaning as Ross moved in and out of her slit.

Alice was watching me touch myself when Ross observed to her, “You are beautiful.

She bit her lip, but before she could say anything I jumped in. "Watching her get fucked is beauriful,” I declared while staring into her eyes.

She called me to her, her hand outstretched to pull me close. Her blue eyes were dark when she drew all of me into her mouth.

My body trembled. My eyes were locked on the motion of his hips sinking into Alice. Her boobs bounced, and my own dick slipped in and out of her mouth.

When I was about to burst, I again pulled away. I settled myself between Alice’s legs letting Alice drag Ross to her mouth once more. I swirled my tip in her wetness, relishing in her warmth and prolonging the moment.

Alice sighed as I pressed into her slit, and my body trembled when her walls tightened around my shaft. I eyed Alice as she again drew kisses on Ross’s hips and brought his cock deep in her throat.

We filled her at either end, and I held her hips to me as I came. Ross ran his fingers through her hair, holding her mouth around his cock as he came.

I didn’t wait before I pulled her to me. My hands brushed across her smooth stomach. I twirled my thumb over her clit and Ross returned his hands to her round breasts. He squeezed them, taking a nipple between his teeth.

The kind where you make dinner and end up doing it on the kitchen floor.

The kind where you go for a walk and find somewhere secluded to get handsy.

The kind where you watch a movie and fuck under the blankets when it gets boring.

The kind where you play a game that turns into a strip tease.

The ground bit into my knees; the rocks gnawing at my skin grounded my hunger. It reminded me how badly I wanted him. His scent fluttered around me, clouding me like a high. It was earthy and leathery with a hint of sweat and smoke. I looked up at his mesmerizing, eager face; he held my chin in his hand, his thumb resting on my lower lip. My fingers twitched on his thighs and I lowered my eyes to the button on his jeans. My mouth watered at the outline of his thick cock pressed against the fabric of his pants.

His fingers slinked into my hair, holding me close as he commanded, “Take it out. Taste it.” His words burned deep inside me, pooling between my legs. Though, as I slid him from his jeans, he tilted my head back, forcing my gaze to meet his. Then, he bent forward, his face now close to mine, so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath. Fuck, he looked good. Desire pulsed in my chest, and I craved him deep inside me.

In silence, he released me. I didn’t need words, though. My fingers eagerly wrapped around his girth, firmly sliding up and down. His cock was heavy in my hand, thickening with each stroke. I couldn’t keep from moaning as I took the soft skin of his tip between my lips, his foreskin stretching over the head. His shaft glistened in my hand, and his salty precum drove me wild.

His hands were everywhere: in my hair, around my waist, guiding me down, grasping my wrists. And suddenly, he was on top of me; the ground was rough beneath me, stones digging into my spine, dirt and foliage scraping at my skin. The discomfort of the earth beneath me only made me more aware of him. His weight pressing into me was intoxicating, making my body ache for him. We were chest to chest, and I could feel his hardness tapping against my clit. “You want this, don’t you?” he murmured.

His lips skimmed over my collarbone, traced the curve of my breast, and slipped over my stomach. His hands moved to my thighs, making space for his body between my legs. His eyes tasted me first, before his mouth followed. I barely heard the words as he whispered against my skin, “You’re mine.” But the possessive tone of his voice sent a shiver rippling through me. I was on edge. I waited… and his mouth descended. As his lips encompassed my clit, his beard brushed against me, tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

My bud pulsed between his lips, and he teased until my legs trembled around his head. My fingers clawed at the ground around me; the gravel, like pinpoints of painful pleasure, enhancing my awareness. I was molded to this rough bed of nature, lost, lusting, surrounded by him.

When I was about to shatter, he pulled away and smiled into my eyes. He slid my body over the rocks and I whimpered against the blissful torment. In his hand, he gripped himself, brushing his cock against my entrance. Then he pushed forward with inexorable need. My entire body welcomed him and he stretched me inch by inch until the burning fullness had me gasping, grasping to hold him near.

Driving deep and relentless, he fucked me. My body clenched around him, squeezing tight against his ebb and flow. My pussy begged for him, ached for him to slip deeper, thrust harder into me. My skin tingled, both our bodies twinkling with sweat. He slowed, but I could feel his taut shaft pulse, matching the throb of my clit.

Then, it happened… sharp and sudden. I could barely breathe. My mind went blank, but I could feel every sensation: the earth, his weight, my body’s surrender. And then he growled, his body movements softening. Stillness followed, and my breath returned in gulps. He leaned again over me, chest to chest, grounding me once more.

Vajayjay of mine doth want to feel thy tongue aswirl, thy fingers real deep inside and stretching mine all the while I drink some wine… or bourbon.