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Fiona awoke, groggy and exhausted, her mouth parched, her sense of place blurred by a strange disorientation. Hazy erotic dreams had haunted her sleep, and she was aware of a tingling in her most intimate regions. A distinct odor lingered in the air. She struggled to recognize it, and slowly it came to her. Sex. A man’s spunk, mingled with a woman’s musky secretions. Gradually, her surroundings came into focus, and she began to recall the events of the previous evening. She was lying on the bed, which was disheveled almost to the point of being destroyed.Angela – yes, that was her name. Fiona remembered cumming violently as her husband emptied himself into his mistress. Shame and regret mixed with arousal, and as she replayed the scene in her head, she was aware of a presence behind her. A naked body pressed up against hers and a hand swept the hair from her neck as a tender kiss was planted on it.“Here, why don’t you sit up. I brought you some orange juice.” Angela’s voice was soothing, kind. Fiona pulled herself up into a seated position as Angela adjusted herself to sit directly behind her, her arm reaching around and her hand offering the glass to her. Fiona accepted the glass gratefully, and took a long drink of the cold, refreshing juice. Angela’s fingers stroked her hair as she drained the glass, set it on the bedside table, and without thinking sank back into Angela’s embrace. She could feel the heat of Angela’s body as she pressed into it. Angela spread her legs wide and pulled Fiona back, so that her pussy was pressed firmly against Fiona’s ass. She continued to stroke Fiona’s hair, planting kisses on her shoulders and neck.Fiona was confused. Shouldn’t she be angry and revolted? And yet, she found herself relaxing and surrendering as Angela’s hands reached around her and began to caress her breasts, fingertips brushing across her sensitive nipples. The sensation was pleasant, and Fiona closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Without warning, Angela pinched each nipple between her thumb and forefinger, firmly at first and then hard. A searing pain shot through Fiona and her sharp intake of breath confirmed that the pinching had Ankara bayan escort its intended effect. Angela twisted the nipples and Fiona let out a sharp cry as a trickle of fluid escaped from between her legs, traveling down the region between her pussy and ass and dripping onto the sheet. Fiona’s back arched involuntarily, and she threw her head back as Angela’s fingers found her clit. Jolts of electricity shot through her as the fingers strummed. Quite unexpectedly, she felt a sharp slap across her pussy, and then two fingers violated her roughly. Fiona was gasping now, and she felt her orgasm building.Just when she was at the precipice, Angela withdrew, slid out from behind her, and pushed her down on the bed. Angela stood over Fiona, straddling her face. Fiona looked up to see a gorgeous set of lips and, unmistakably, sticky white fluid ready to drip down onto her.Fiona did not need to be told what to do. She opened her mouth wide to accept the first drops as they dribbled out. The saltiness of Ian’s cum mixed with Angela’s fluid was both revolting and terribly exciting. Angela ground down on Fiona’s face, her pussy pressing strongly against her mouth. Instinctively, Fiona flicked her tongue out, tasting more of the mingled juices of her husband and his lover’s recent union.“You like that, don’t you?”“Mmmmmmmm” was all Fiona could manage in reply, her mouth busy and her face smeared.“It’s fresh. Just a few minutes ago. You were still sleeping. He left the biggest load inside me, and I couldn’t wait to share it with you.”Fiona responded by attacking Angela’s pussy even more fiercely.“Good girl. You are quite the little cum slut, aren’t you? Who would think you’re such a dirty whore?”The words were degrading. The words were exciting. Intoxicating. Fiona was ready to explode. All she wanted was to drink in every drop of fluid inside Angela’s cavity. The taste, the smell, the sensation, the knowledge of what she was taking into her mouth, made her dizzy with lust. Her desire so overwhelmed her that she didn’t notice that Angela was nearing her peak.At once, Angela lifted off Fiona slightly, began Escort bayan Ankara to rub her clit, and a shower of fluid rained down on Fiona’s face. She thrilled at the realization that she, Fiona, had caused Angela to erupt so violently. Fiona wanted to touch herself – the merest contact would no doubt make her explode as well – but remembered her instruction from Friday night and so summoned all her discipline to fight the feeling.Angela slid down so that her body was pressing against Fiona and kissed her deeply. Fiona returned the affection, her tongue probing her dominant partner’s mouth. Angela’s fingers found their home again, and the pressure in Fiona quickly built to an almost unbearable peak.“God, I need to cum. Please let me cum!”“No,” came the gentle but firm response. “Not yet. Trust me.”It took everything Fiona could muster to hold off her climax. Angela continued to edge her for a small eternity. Each time Fiona was close, Angela would back off. Fiona concentrated on her breathing as the peaks and valleys rolled on in increasingly intense waves. It was as if Angela knew her body better than she did.It was torture. It was agony. It was ecstasy.Suddenly, when Fiona thought she couldn’t endure any longer, she heard a low buzz. The familiar sound of a vibrator. Fiona surrendered as Angela stroked her body, face, and hair.“You’re so beautiful like this. So raw, so naked, so vulnerable. Such a pretty, needy little slut”With that, she pressed the wand against Fiona’s clit, causing her to explode in climax, screaming into the fresh morning as her body shook and she thrashed about the bed. Convulsion followed convulsion as her entire body, her entire being, was torn asunder by the ferocity of her orgasm. She had never, ever, experienced anything remotely like this.“That’s it pet. Just let go. Let it all out.”Fiona screamed again, a stream of obscenities issuing forth from her mouth. Angela held her tight as her convulsions continued and gradually subsided.Finally, Angela released her, and Fiona collapsed gasping in a heap. Only then did she realize she was lying in a puddle of her own Bayan escort Ankara making. Angela lay next to her, pressing gently against her, skin on skin, as she ran her hand lovingly across Fiona’s body.“Good girl”, she repeated over and over.Fiona was semi-delirious, still breathing heavily, her brain in a fog.“Did I….?”“Yes, you squirted. A lot. You soaked the bed.” Angela let out a little giggle.“I’ve never…”“Well then, this new chapter in your life just got a little more interesting. We’re going to have to leave a big tip for housekeeping.”Fiona rolled onto her side, facing Angela, and instinctively threw an arm and a leg around her new lover. She felt so vulnerable and so in need of affirmation and care, and Angela’s embrace was comforting and warm.“Where’s Ian?” she asked, realizing with a start that she had utterly ignored the fact that he was nowhere in sight.“Off for a little morning run. It’s important that he keep in shape.”As if on cue, there was a click at the door, and it opened to admit Ian. He paused a few steps into the room and took in the view of the two women laying on the bed. A devilish grin spread across his face.“Looks like someone’s awake. Did you get fed?” he asked Fiona.Angela answered quickly, “Of course.” She spread her legs to reveal a small trickle of Ian’s cum still dribbling out of her slit. “She liked the taste of her breakfast snack quite a bit. Didn’t you, Fiona?” scooping the cum with her finger and feeding it to Fiona.Fiona found herself eagerly taking Angela’s finger into her mouth, clamping her lips around it and licking it clean with her tongue, relishing the taste and the intimacy of the moment. “Mmmmmmm” was all she could manage.Ian was over to the bed in a flash. His running shorts were dropped to his ankles and his cock jutted out proudly in Fiona’s direction. Angela was pushing her up into a seated position and guiding her to the edge of the bed.“Looks like hubby needs some attention, don’t you, darling,” cooed Angela as she placed her hands on the back of Fiona’s head and pushed her toward his raging manhood.Fiona needed no further encouragement. She reached out and began to stroke Ian before placing him in her mouth. The taste was funky – a mix of sweat and dried cum – both his and Angela’s. She proceeded somewhat tentatively. She took Ian halfway and began to alternate sucking, licking, and stroking her husband, tenderly and romantically. After all the events of the past two days, this was bliss.
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