0 comments/ 35374 views/ 2 favorites Screams By: WFEATHER "Good afternoon, George Prince speaking." "I'm wet." My wife's voice was breathy, and I could faintly hear birds in the background. I smiled to myself and leaned back in my chair, sliding back from the desk a little and looking out the window across the sunny cityscape, wishing I could be with her. ...but the phone call would need to suffice. "It sounds like you're in the park," I noted softly, thankful that I had a solo office and that the door was already closed. "Uh-huh." The breathiness in her voice was quite telling. I wondered where in the park she was, and what she was doing to cause her voice to sound so sultry. "I'm... being naughty," she said softly, as if that justified the breathiness in her voice. "Where in the park are you?" I began to grow and harden as I envisioned the possibilities. "Our favorite place." It figured. "Our favorite place" was about halfway up a tall tree-covered hill, with a hiking/biking trail between the base of the hill and the wide river marking the northern boundary of the city. From that location, she could easily see between the many tree trunks and watch the people passing by on the trail and on the river, but it would be quite difficult for someone to look up and see her at this time of day, as the sun would provide "cover" for her by somewhat blinding anyone trying to peer deep underneath the canopy of trees. "I wish this was your cock instead..." I smiled again to myself, envisioning my wife laying on a blanket, her shirt and bra pulled up to reveal her breasts, her jeans and thong pushed down around her ankles as she slowly worked her favorite pink dildo inside her body. "I have the dildo with me..." That confirmed part of my vision. "It's so thick..." I was growing thicker as well, my desire swelling even though I could not be with her. "I – ungh!... I wish you were here..." "So do I, princess," I affirmed, squirming slightly in the chair as my erection continued to solidify. While I certainly appreciated the view from my office, the proximity of other skyscrapers also meant that anyone could potentially see inside, so I rarely ever masturbated while at work, although I had a growing feeling that I might not be able to contain myself on this occasion. All was silent for perhaps a minute as I simply listened to my wife's breathing growing more ragged, more needy. I was at full erection, and had to shift in my chair again, willing my hands to remain well away from my crotch. The chirping of the birds around her seemed almost profane, as if they were disrupting a spiritual moment. "Oh my goodness..." "Tell me what you're doing, princess." "I'm f-fucking myself... The dildo's so thick... The nubs touch me just right inside..." "What about your chest?" "It's exposed... to the breeze... Nipples hard... Nngh!... Shirt up... No bra... Oh!" "Are you using both hands on the dildo?" "N-no... A hand on my clit... Slow circles... Hips moving on their own... Can't be still..." "I wish I could see you right now," I confessed, feeling the will of my hands trying to override the will of my brain. I heard the telltale sound of her headset being adjusted – or perhaps she was turned her head so that the headset arm containing the microphone was against the ground. "I want you to fuck me!" "Tonight, princess. I promise. Place the headset near your pussy for a few moments." I heard the loud rustling as she removed the headset and complied. To hear the squishing sounds of her natural lubrication easing the passage of the dildo in and our of her body caused my heart to beat just a little faster and harder. She had established a steady rhythm, thrusting the dildo deep inside her, holding it there for just a heartbeat before pulling it mostly out of her body and repeating the cycle. Soon, I heard the rustle of the headset as she moved it back into position upon her head. Her breaths were heavier with need. "Thrust it all the way inside you and hold it there," I instructed her. Her gasp as she complied was heartwarming, sending a pulse all the way to the tip of my hardened arousal. "Hold the dildo there, deep inside you, pressing against your cervix, and focus your attention on your clit. Rub your clit as hard and as fast as you can." The next two minutes were truly inspiring. My wife's breaths grew heavier, harder, faster. Sounds of self-lust and growing need escaped her lips. She clearly needed to be quiet, which was always a struggle for her, and I knew that eventually, the next stage of our special game would come into play. "P-please..." "'Please' what?" I asked as innocently as I could. No longer could I keep my hands away, and turned my chair so that it would hopefully not be so obvious to anyone in the skyscraper behind me that I had a hand at the front of my slacks, gently stroking the noticeable bulge. "Please let me cum!!!" "No." This was a moment I particularly enjoyed. Whether it was on the phone or in person, I loved to hear my wife beg. While we did not practice BDSM, we both found a special thrill in orgasm denial – I enjoyed it because I loved to hear her beg and try to fend off an orgasm for as long as possible, and she enjoyed it because it made the eventual climax so much more powerful. "Tell me what's happening, princess." It took her a few seconds to formulate her words. "I'm sh-shaking... Clenching on the dildo... Oh god! Clit twitching... Tits shaking... Thighs feel tight... Oh please!!! Please let me cum!..." "Not yet, princess." The groan of frustration was the loudest sound she had made yet, and it brought a sweet smile to my lips. Still I could hear birds chirping softly from the treetops around her. My own hand worked a little more insistently at the front of my slacks as my wife's arousal had reduced her vocalizations to the unintelligible sounds of a woman in extreme carnal need. Knowing that she had to be as quiet as possible kept me keenly interested – moreso than usual – in her aural performance. Unfortunately, however, I could not enjoy a climax, both because of the unknown numbers of people in the nearby skyscrapers who could potentially see into my office and because of the telltale stain which would appear at the front of my slacks and thus be quite noticeable when I finally stepped out of the office. "Pllllleeeease..." "I love the way you sound when you beg," I reminded her, enjoying how these situations gave her voice the tone of a young teenage girl whining as she pleaded for something she desperately wanted her Daddy to buy her, "so no." Another frustrated groan, louder yet than any other sound she had made since she called me. "However," I added, "since you've been making me quite happy by your 'performance' thus far, I'll allow you to fuck yourself with the dildo while you continue rubbing your clitoris." A breathy inhalation reached my ear, followed by a ragged "Thank you!" I knew that being permitted to move the dildo would be important for her, for she could rarely ever climax without penetration, and strongly preferred for that penetration to be in near-constant motion. Time passed, the report I had been reviewing now completely forgotten. My hand was moving more insistently against the bulge tenting the front of my slacks, and I knew that I needed to maintain control of the situation if for no other reason than to prevent myself from making a noticeable mess. "I'm going to count down from ten," I informed her, "and when I reach zero, only then may you finally cum. Understood, princess?" I heard several barely-restrained gasps before she finally agreed. "Good. Ten... Nine..." I maintained a steady count, until I neared the end. "Two... One..." I purposely hesitated. From the sounds spewing past her not-so-innocent lips, she was practically delirious with carnal need. I envisioned her writhing almost violently, one hand furiously working upon her clitoris with the other hand repeatedly plunging the dildo with incredible force, her breasts shaking mesmerizingly atop her chest, her jaw quivering, her eyes clamped shut yet tears of need cascading down her rosy cheeks... "Zero!" The scream was beautiful, and I very nearly lost control. I could only imagine what anyone at the bottom of the hill or perhaps boating on the river must have thought upon hearing a shrill cry of feminine release coming from within the cover of the many trees. On several occasions, I had joked that perhaps I should buy her a gag to use when visiting the park, and upon hearing this particular scream, a sound so strong and unwavering in its proclamation of lust, I knew that I would need to buy a gag for her for our upcoming anniversary. "Shit!" She rarely ever swore, so the fact that she did was the confirmation that she had just realized she had been far too loud. It was almost amusing to listen to her, panting hard and swearing under her ragged breath, as she quickly redressed, grabbed whatever she had brought with her, and began scurrying up the hillside, away from any prying eyes of people on the trail or on the river who may have stopped and peered into the plethora of trees upon hearing her impassioned scream. ...and I could not stop myself from laughing into her ear, knowing full well that I would be hearing quite an earful once I returned home that evening. Even after my wife had ended the call, I was still laughing hard enough to have tears streaming down my face and the muscles of my abdomen aching. But it would be worthwhile, for it would lead to some amazing sex that night – in the secluded house, so that she could scream as loud as she wished. Screams in A Minor Alicia Keys had been practicing for her performance at the Video Music Awards. She seemed very tense; at least that's what a stagehand noticed during her preparations'. His name was Duane; he couldn't stop looking at her beautiful face. Her smooth, bi-racial skin tempted him to jerk-off multiple times behind the curtains. There have been times when he felt his orgasm and nothing actually came out. Alicia caught Duane in the act sometimes but didn't seem to do anything about it, she just laughed, often she would wink her eye at him causing him to get pumped up for her once again. During the four-week span where Alicia would practice and practice for her first time performing in front of a huge crowd. It was about 2 days before the show and she was really high-strung. She drank herbal tea, chewed on all sorts of things to calm down but to no avail would they relieve her tension. Duane would often give her a helping hand and she would look at him in a sort of nasty way like she knew what he was doing and thought it was nasty. Well she was really trying to sing her song when all of a sudden her voice was taken away by all the preparation. "Duane?" Alicia said with what voice she had left. "Yes, what's wrong with your voice?" Duane asked. "Could you shut up and get me something, anything to stop this?" she asked. "I'll see what I can do." said Duane. He quickly ran to the store and came back within minutes. "Okay, I have some herbal stuff. The Chinese guy said it has great healing ability for the throat so here." Duane handed her the herbal pill and she took it without hesitation. Half an hour later she called Duane back. "Is something bothering you?" said Duane. "You know that bullshit you got me from that Japanese guy…" said Alicia. "It was Chinese!" responded Duane. "I don't give a shit if it was Mongolian, you better find me something quick or I'll fire your jerk-off ass!" she said in a scratchy voice. Duane walked away with his head down and thought what next? "Duane…" Alicia said. He turned around and looked at her beauty. "What is it?" he said. "I'm sorry, I'm just angry that I haven't got any sleep and I have so much things going through my mind and…" she said. "I understand Alicia," said Duane. "I have a perfect plan for you to get rid of all those symptoms." "It better be good," Alicia said. "I don't have much time left." "I read on an Internet site that in order to restore your voice box in your throat, you have to swallow someone else's bodily wastes." Duane said. "Like what? You mean kissing right?" asked Alicia. "It wasn't very specific, but I think that was what they meant." Duane said. "There's no one else around to kiss." said Alicia. Duane looked at the ground and looked back up to see Alicia staring into his eyes. "Well, since you're the only one her, I guess we're gonna have to tongue kiss. But you can't tell nobody about this shit or else I'll kill you." "Ok! I promise." Duane said enthusiastically. He sprayed his mouth with Binacca to impress Alicia for the only chance he'll ever have. Duane sat on the piano bench right beside Alicia, they moved towards each other's lips; Alicia dare not look as she closed her eyes. They would soon touch their lips and kiss each other, Duane was the one to insert his tongue into her and spurt his saliva into her beautiful mouth, and he grabbed her cheeks with his hands. Alicia would soon enter her tongue into his mouth as well. They swapped their saliva for a minute until Alicia pulled back. They glared at each other, not daring to talk about it. Alicia wiped her lips, trying to talk but all she had noticed was her voice got worse and she couldn't talk now. She slapped Duane in the face, trying to get a cheap kiss off of her by making that stuff up about exchanging bodily wastes. "I'm sorry Alicia, obviously that was not the solution." said Duane. Alicia talked but no words came out, Duane read her lips as he had kissed it. She appeared to say "what now?" "Let's try another bodily waste." said Duane. Alicia nodded her head uncertainly but agreed with Duane. "How about sweating?" asked Duane. She agreed by nodding her head. Duane thought that he would sweat by working out, he started to do jumping jacks but not that much sweat came off of his perfect build body, did I mention Duane had a really nice body for a middle-aged man (30). Now he started doing push-ups and after twenty-five consecutive times he was pouring with waste. "Her it goes, just lick It." said Duane. Alicia closed her eyes and licked his sweaty tricep. Duane loved her soft tongue, as did his big cock rising to the top of his tight jeans. She licked both triceps up and down till there was none left to fulfill her needs. After a quiet ten minutes, she tried to talk and realized that it didn't work that much but her voice came back a little raspy. "That is not enough," she said. "Well there is two more things we can do." Duane said. "What is that?" Alicia asked. Duane knew this would come to her surprise but he did it anyway. Duane pulled down his jeans revealing his swollen black member with veins bulging out and the head was purely pink. "Oh no! I'm not doing that shit. Next thing you know, Alicia Keys blowjob all over the Internet." she said with a certainty. "You don't have to suck it if you don't want to, I'll just jerk-off into your mouth ok?" Duane said. "I think I can do that." Alicia agreed with a low voice. She lay back on the bench after taking off her long coat. Duane saw that her navel was showing and that got him even more hard. "You better make this quick like you always do." Alicia referred to when she watched him masturbate and after one minute he would cum. But Duane wanted to savor this moment so he came over to where her head lay at the end of the bench and started jerking off into her mouth as she tried not to think about what was happening. Alicia denied it but deep down inside she loved his gigantic black cock. Duane began to buckle his hips as to keep from cumming, but Alicia took his black rod and jerked it for him into her mouth. He felt as though he would fall to the floor as she began to suck his black dick and took it fully into her narrow mouth. He felt his jizz about to spew inside her hot mouth and so it did within seconds she had mangoo all on her lips and in her mouth. She hesitated to swallow it but thought about her performance tomorrow and gulped some of his sperm down. "Did it work?" asked Duane. She tried to speak but realized that she could not speak at all once again. She knew Duane was just making those myths about swapping bodily wastes would help her were getting false when she swallowed his sweat. But now that she started she didn't want to stop. "One more thing to try, if it doesn't work, then you'll have to lip sync. She looked at him as to ask what was the last thing? "I'm gonna have to make you scream loud by getting pleasured by Me." he said. She backed off the bench and looked at him weirdly. She was willing to do anything to sell her performance tomorrow but didn't want it that bad. But she then realized how bad it would be if people thought that she couldn't sing live. She then came towards him and agreed with a nod. Duane was so fucking happy his dick shot up again instantly. But Alicia didn't want to get fucked. She slowly took off her clothes. Duane saw her purple lingerie she wore for this special occasion. She got fully nude in front of her stagehand and really liked it. Duane saw her yellow body and boy was it as beautiful as she was and is. Alicia sat on they keys of the piano facing Duane with her pussy ready for hot steamy action. Duane got on his ashy knees and began to kiss between her lovely thighs. All Duane could see was her facial reaction to his pleasuring her. He stroked his index fingers' between Alicia's thighs and kissed them also. As he got closer, Alicia got even more aroused and just wanted him to eat her wet slit. She put her hand around his head and leaned against the piano ready for Duane to get the first lick of her sweet, juicy clit. He began by licking the small strip of pubes above her wet slit and she treasured this. She couldn't take his teasing no more; Alicia forced his head into her moist pussy, as she was too aroused to take anymore of his tantalizing ways. Duane tasted her clit full of her foreign juices not known to him, the sour taste soaked into his taste buds and he loved it. Alicia liked it also, the silent moans from her facial expressions showed how much she loved this. Duane would soon enter his tongue inside her box and through her vaginal walls which housed her juices. Duane bobbed himself in and out of his little black and white pussy. The bobbing motions of Duane got Alicia even more aroused than before and she sucked on her left breast. She was now ready to reach climax as Duane took his hand and placed it below her navel and just above her bush. He gently applied some pressure to move her G-spot down allowing him to brush his tongue against it. Alicia instantly felt the effect through her walls came a tidal wave of her juices. She had reached climax and it was her first time ever. Her eyes rolled back and she dug her long nails into his shoulders; Duane knew he had done the right thing as her orgasmic juices flowed onto the keys of the piano and onto his chest. Alicia looked at Duane like what now? Duane knew she was ready for his black member. Alicia got up on the top of the piano with her ass in the air, Duane's member erected into the air for her tight ass. But Duane wanted her clit not the asshole. Duane got on his knees on the piano behind Alicia's ass. Alicia was ready to scream when his big black cock would enter her. Duane was so excited; the thought of fucking a beautiful star was really exciting. Duane was now ready, he stroked her spine, and Alicia felt the tingling and just wanted to get this over with. Duane slowly penetrated her smooth, moist clit doggy-style. He began by entering her box slowly with his swollen member. Her serene moans lit up the stage as Duane began fucking her tight pussy even faster. Alicia wanted to scream louder but to no avail. Duane was fucking her vaginal walls harder and faster than he first began; Alicia's walls got more looser after a few minutes, that's when Duane could slid into and out of her more easier. He felt it was his turn to release his juices after a couple of minutes. So he stopped, he bended over and kissed her back softly and whispered into her ear. "Turn over you bi-racial slut so I can give you a taste of what I'm really made of." he whispered. She turned over and looked unwaveringly into her beautiful eyes with a blank look. She told him with her lips 'Fuck me' Duane took this as a sign to give her the ultimate pleasure by giving her another orgasm. He pressed onto her stomach while inserting his black dick inside her hole. He slowly entered her clit, but within seconds he was jumping up and down like a jumping jack onto her swollen pussy. Alicia began to phantom scream. Duane fucked her tight pussy faster and harder to make her scream; he now knew what to do. Duane did the same as he did before, while on top of her, he took his right hand and placed it below her belly button and just above strip of bush. "Yeah you dirty slut! Ooh, take this." he said. Duane gently pressed down on that spot and his big black cock brushed up against her G-spot allowing her to reach orgasm. She dug her nails into his back and glared into his eyes with a look of pain. Her juices flowed onto his cock which was now wet. He slid into her more easily. Duane knew his time was up and kept pounding her. All of a sudden, Alicia screamed as loud as she could. Duane would soon take out his black cock and jerk it into her face on top of the piano. Alicia took his cock into her mouth and jerked it as well. Duane could feel his juices coming faster and faster with every jerk from Alicia. "Oh shit! Suck me you slut! Aah…Aaaaaaaaaahh!" gagged Duane as he came into Alicia's beautiful mouth. She swallowed all of his semen down into her stomach as she felt her throat feeling better. She continued to jerk his slithery cock until he would ask her the question. "Did it work?" Duane asked. Alicia sang the high note of 'Fallin' to reveal she could talk once again. "Yes! It's works," she smiled at him. "Thanks to you baby." "Don't thank me, thank my big black buddy." Duane said conceitedly. "I will always thank him." Alicia responded. She kissed Duane's black cock. They both went back to their normal jobs as a stagehand and a superstar. Alicia will forever thank Duane and his big cock that helped her perform at the Video Music Awards. Screams of Joy "I was fired... there was nothing else to say about it, no protest that would be listened to anyway. But... it's my birthday! Even though birthdays were meant to be happy days, and everyone is meant to make it special, my new boss and the man that only six days before had been my boyfriend had just fired me." I think to myself as I sit on the hot bus thinking about how everything has changed so much in a week. I try to stop my eye from failing me, yet I still feel the burn of tears waiting to drop. "It had to be him they promoted, not one of the other dickheads in the office, why promote him though? He wasn't that hard of a worker and he stole everyone else's ideas." A single tear runs down my cheek as my thoughts swirl around my brain and I wipe it all away. I laugh slightly at myself, which makes even more droplets trail down my cheeks. "Well, wasn't it the cliché, everyone says office romances are a no-no, why did I think of myself any different?" My tears flow freely as I remember all the lies he told to me, my racked breaths pierce the silence. Looking around the bus, I saw one of the cool beautiful suited men that are everywhere around London stare at me... no doubt pitying me. "Great! Just control yourself; smile, and Mr. Suit will quit looking!" I sternly tell myself before wiping my eyes with the back of my hand "No doubt this is the time my 'supposedly everything' proof mascara stops working." I groan inwardly, then I smile as brightly as I can in my current mood; all toward Mr. Suit, then turn to stare back out the window. Thinking of the party tomorrow to distract myself, Lauren, or Lilo as I called her, has been my flatmate since university days had organized it, and decided to invite some 'hot piece of ass' from her office for me. I look back around to find Mr. Fucking Suit still looking my way. I turn my glance to him looking over his body and into his warm brown eyes but hoping the message of "fuck off" was loud and clear. It seemed to work as he smiles, catching me off guard and turns to look out his own window. I continue to watch him, finding myself admiring his body before going back to my dilemma. All too soon my bus stop is called, and I get drenched dashing through the summer rain to home, only to be greeted by an excited Lauren. "Happy 25th Birthday!" She shouts and pops a party popper; string floats around my shoulders. "I need ice cream, alcohol and sex now! Oh, and before I forget... Martin fired me today, so lots of alcohol." I quietly tell her before she sits me down and cuddles me the rest of the evening, feeding me ice cream and alcohol until I'm asleep. "Beep! Beep! Beep!" Rings through my ears as my alarms pierces into my sleeping brain. "Seven in the morning already, man!" I think to myself, get up out of bed to start a new day of bullshit with idiots at every corner... "No, wait, I got fired. Fuck that!" As I jump back in bed and cover my head in a pillow before drifting off almost instantly, whilst thinking about the party later today. I feel a body against mine as I wake. Figuring it is Lauren, I roll over onto my back and try to go back to sleep. Lauren's hand runs down my body, pausing to cup my breast, pinching my nipples a little. In my dream state I arch into her delicious caress. Her lips trace the path down to my stomach before spreading my now wet lips and softly licking my clit. "Mmmm, now this is the way to spend a birthday!" I murmur as I open my eyes to find, not Lauren's petite pale hands covering my body, but actually a long fingered black hand that is plucking at my now hard nipples. And it's him, that is teasing my clit with his tongue and teeth as he rubs two fingers just inside me; not Lauren's. "God, he is getting me in all the right places." I think as I watch his head move between my thighs, I realise I'm running my hands through his hair to grip his head, as he buries his long wet tongue inside my aching pussy, his thumb rubs circles around my clit. He looks up and I realize he looks a bit like Mr. Suit from the bus last night. "Fuck! He has some amazing oral skills." I think as I moan into the still silent room. He moves a finger against my virginal ass testing my reaction before pressing the tip forward into my ass. Just as I feel myself build from his intimate caress Mr. Suit moves his head up and looks at me before saying "Joy, Wake up." "Huh?" I blink at him completely confused. "Wake the fuck up, you lazy cow!" His lips move but it's Lauren's voice that comes out. "I can't even get fricking dream sex these days", I close my eyes groaning. "JOY!!" Lauren screams at me again. "Nope, not opening them, I'm going back to Mr. Suit and his amazing tongue." I think but I hear the door being thrown open, followed by a pause, then Lauren laughing. "Great, what now!" "What Lauren!" opening my eyes and looking over to her. She continues laughing and points to where I'm laying. It is only then that as I go to sit up that I realize that I'm lying on top of the covers with my boy shorts pushed to the slide with my two fingers still pushed inside my literally dripping pussy. "FUCK!!" I remove my now well lubed fingers, mental moaning from the loss. "What it isn't like you haven't seen it before." I laugh whilst waving my dripping fingers at her. "Not like that, I haven't!" Lauren replies as she moves to sit on the bed. "No, I forgot it was your fingers then..." laughing deep down, "...and your tongue." winking at her. "Exactly! Saying that it's hot to see you doing it yourself... Wait? It hasn't been that long since you last had sex. I know you got some last week because me and Chris heard you!" She always makes me blush when she points out my stunningly loud vocal climaxes. "Sorry, I do try, honest" I whisper, which honestly only makes her laugh more. "It's Okay, this time you just got us both horny, so you could say there were four people climaxing at the same time!" "Well in that case happy to help." As I reached giggling for the wet wipes in my draw, Lauren grabs them from my hands. "I'll clean you" but she doesn't get any wipes out she pulls my hand towards her lips. "Hey, remember, Chris, your sex bomb boyfriend... remember!" "Please, it's not like I'm licking from the source is it?" "Honey, you know it's not right." "Fine... Wait one sec." Lauren moves out of the room and I move the pad of one my cum covered fingers to my tongue. "Hey stop that! That is mine!" Lauren says as she catches me just before I taste myself. Lauren is looking down at her phone again; after a few seconds she shows me the text she has entered on her screen. "Hi Baby, I've just found Joy playing with herself so I'm going to clean her fingers with my mouth quick, and Craig just text me asking if he can grab a lift with you over tonight? Can you text him pretty please? Love you." As I finish reading she clicks 'send'. "He is going to go ape shit at you. You know that right?" I say even as I feel myself getting turned on again. She doesn't reply apart from moving her body to sit between my still spread legs. I watch Lauren intensely as she moves my fingers towards her mouth; rubbing the tips along her lips covering them with my cum. Her tongue moves and runs along the cleft between my fingers, collecting cum on her tongue and showing it to me. I'm transported back to our second year at university where we would regularly 'take care' of each other needs. She was the best lover I had ever had. She would come into the room while I was masturbating away all the tension of a day full of classes, and take over. She always started by pressing her fingers inside me, collecting my cum, covering her lips with it before kissing me, making me taste myself on her sweet lips, then covering my erect long nipples and sucking them deep into her mouth. Even now I move my fingers down my body pressing it inside my longing pussy, remembering how she would tease her tongue inside me, pressing deep inside before licking, sucking, petting gently and annoyingly at my entrance. Soon she had me screaming. Remembering those days, I slipped a finger into my mouth to taste myself, copying Lauren every move as she continues to suck at my fingers. "Fuck Lilo, you are going to get me even wetter." I move my fingers out of her mouth, focusing my mind. "You aren't the only one." Lauren winks back at me and we both laugh. "So are you skipping work just to come and lick my fingers?" "You need to check the time love, your party starts in two hours and we both need to get ready." she laughs as my shocked face finally clears. "Two hours! Why didn't you wake me up before?" As I jump off the bed and run to the bathroom. I run into the shower, turning it on and get blasted with the cold water making my nipples hard as rocks and goose bumps cover my body. "Great not even freezing water will calm me down today. I'm never this horny. It was the dream and then Lauren reminding me of the past with her tongue." I think to myself, instantly repeating the events that had just happened in the bedroom with my thoughts, "Well, if I'm horny, I might as well do something about it." I jump out the shower and grab our shower dildo and stick it to the glass wall. I start massaging my shower gel into my aroused body. Starting at my shoulder rubbing the foam over my shoulder and collar bones, arching my neck against my hands. Reminding myself of when Lauren had joined me in shower back in the university. I recall the detail she would pay to my body while she cleansed me. I move my hands, yet in my mind they are her hands moving down my body making feeling her run the foam down my side, tracing the dip in my waist while kissing my neck. Her hands moving up to cup and squeeze my breast, her hands rubbing the foam over my hard nipples. Now, Mr. Suit is there again, it's no longer Laurens hands that are playing with my clit, its Mr. Suit. He kneels in front of me, teasing his fingers up and down my slit covering them in the bubbles, making it catch against my small landing strip. The rough pads of his fingers are moving against my hyper sensitized clit; he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and I grab the shower head. Lauren now pulls my attention... she helps spread my wet lip with two fingers, rubbing my clit making it raise up to her touch, before Mr. Suit directs the power showerhead blast directly onto my clit, my knee weakens until I lean back against Lauren, feeling her hard nipples press against my back while she grinds her pussy against the curve of my ass. Suit now moves to slide two fingers up to his knuckles inside my moist pussy making me gasp and groan against him. Lauren leaves a trail of kisses down my back as she gropes and spreads my cheeks. I arch forward onto his fingers as her tongue circles my tight asshole. Her fingers dip down between my legs and linking with his fingers prior to pressing inside me, stretching me further, their fingers quickly thrust in and out of me, again... and again. "Mmmm, I'm going to cum!" I shout over the sound of the hot water splashing my thighs, as my climax closes in. Suit removes his fingers leaving Lauren's finger inside still rubbing against my sensitive walls. I see my hands rubbing over his shoulders as he sucks my nipple. Lauren moves between us on her knees, latching her mouth on my pussy sucking and bites my clit into her mouth, making me arch around her still thrusting finger and teeth. "Don't cum until I'm inside you..." Suit whispers in my ear as his moves behind me. His hands run up my body caressing me, teasing me, making my need grow and grow. "Fuck! I need to cum now! I don't know how much longer I can wait...Please!" I beg him to let me come, he doesn't reply expect for rubbing his cock against my ass as he picks at my nipple. He moves his cock between my legs rubbing it against my wet slit before Lauren slips him into her mouth. I arch my body on his cock moving my swollen lips against his cock, all the while watching Lauren stretch her mouth to take the tip into her mouth. He moves against me and thrusts into Lauren's mouth pressing more inside her while I stroke her cheek and move my pussy closer to her face with every slide down his cock. I pause briefly as he moves his thumb against my lubed ass, rubbing in circles before pressing inside. Lauren moves to bite my clit into her mouth, distracting me enough to allow his thumb entry. "Please get into me..." I whimper at him. "I already am." As he twists his wrist rotating his thumb deeper into my ass. "Your cock... I need it." "In here?" He presses deeper into my ass. He doesn't allow me to reply; instead he grips his cock and teases the head into my wet hole making me beg from him inside. My head explodes as I feel him stretching me further with every inch. He bends me over Lauren's body, grabbing my shoulders and pushing his whole eight inches inside my small pussy. Lauren sucks my clit into her mouth as her finger press deep inside her pussy, she thrusts fast taking my full attention, until Suit starts the slow rhythm of moving almost all his cock out, before slamming me back against him. Lauren bites my clit, pulling it away from my body starting the final build of my orgasm, making my pussy contract around Suits cock. His thumb thrusts completely into my ass, moving it in time with his cock as he picks up the speed. I push Lauren's hands out the way, thrusting two fingers into her, curling them while whispering into her ear, "Cum, Baby, Cum..." and she does almost instantly visually shaking as my fingers stroke her g-spot. Suit pulls my body back hard and fast onto his cock. I watch and tremble as Lauren tongue flicks my clit as his balls slap up against her chin. The erotic sight makes me want him deeper and harder, I dig my nails into his hip and thrust quicker, moving onto the tips of my toes, feeling him rub against my g-spot, as I pull Lauren's hair, pressing my clit hard into her mouth. "Cum on me..." Suit whispers in my ear; my passion overflows and my ass welcomes his finger moving in and out, I scream out, my climax is convulsing around his cock. My screams of pleasure escape from my mouth over and over again, as he thrusts into me one last time, making me feel every shot of cum coating my bruised cervix. He now pulls his cock out and thrusts it into Lauren's waiting mouth making her taste both our cums. Seconds later, Laurens mouth goes searching down my pussy, moving to my now stretched hole pressing her tongue deep as my knees start to weaken. "Good girl." Were the last words Suit said, but my knees fail... I collapse onto the shower floor. I waken, alone, a smile still on my face. It feels years later... I notice the dildo is buried in my pussy, then move my weak overheated body back under the spray of the shower, making myself clean all over again. "That's better." I whisper as I run the towel down my satisfied body... all, thanks to the shower head, dildo and of course my imagination. I stand in the bathroom rubbing my vanilla and coco butter scented lotion into my body. "Joy, are you still in there?" shouts Chris, before softly adding "Nah, it's alright mate I heard her bedroom door go a minute ago." "Wait! Give me a minute." I say... even as the door opens and there is Chris, with some random bloke staring at my naked lotion covered body.