Their Tale

Frustrations

Getting back to the hotel by six with our dinner reservation in mind, I fall to the couch, leaning my head back in frustration. All types of frustration. With my cardigan off and a few buttons from my loose blouse let go, I take soft breaths with my eyes closed.

I am startled when I feel a soft body lay on mine, straddling me to allow kisses over the exposed skin of my neck and collar. Bringing my hands to her waist, I take a breath when I feel Celeste's bare skin against my palms. She is soft and gentle with her kisses, letting them journey higher and higher with teasing pulls of my skin, making me press into her thighs, "I'm guessing I was missed." I breathlessly joke.

Bringing me out of my haze, she brings my attention to her with a quick kiss, making me open my eyes to her perfection. The bright mischief in her eyes only brightens her freshly showered skin, "It's hard not to." She whispers, looking me lustfully in the eye before she goes on to lean closer to my ear, giving my lobe a pull. A shiver of longing runs through me when my hands bring her closer to me.

"Especially when you tease me when I sleep." My reaction is halted by her lips and tongue tormenting me. "Celeste..." I whisper, not knowing how to hold myself in this situation of her being so easy to take. Bringing my hand to her face, I lean her up so she could face me. Leaning her head against mine, we take a moment to understand the position we find ourselves in at the moment.

So, lost in it I almost miss the visual of Angel walking into the living room from the hallway in a clear vision of us before him when he takes a seat on the single lounge. Something must have happened in my absence. The thick erection straining the dark grey slacks was as capturing as the mark at the back of Celeste's shoulder.

Leaving my focus on her for the moment, I see Angel, bare chest, dressed in the business pants he wore this morning. Beyond his physical display, something deeper played in his eyes and the aura he gave because of us. Running his finger across his lip. he almost stays in thought, but the idea of what he could possibly be is disrupted when Celeste presses her chest against my own.

The heat was scolding, and when she sits wider, leaning closer to my ear where she sighs, "He won't touch them, pinch them, pull them. Play with my nipples...please." She begs on my lap. and all I want to do is take them between my lips and leave them alert and red.

Master may not have heard her, but there was a game beneath the fingers he rubbed together when he says, "Is she begging for her tits to be tortured?" The crude manner of his words makes my pussy clench as a hand settled at the back of Celeste's neck so that I could see Master while she rubbed on me. When I nod, a devious smirk grows before he nods.

Giving a whispered and appropriate response. I find myself motioning Celeste to sit straighter on my lap. Her arms fall to her side allowing me to find my way behind her, finding the clips to the material that holds the motivation of my need for her behind it. Her nude self.

Letting the material fall from her shoulder to her arms, it falls to the floor beside us. She shivers from the cold that runs past her chilled nipples. Looking at our Master, his calm pace of breath and motion at the visual before him. he says nothing, letting me continue.

With an arched back and hands on my shoulders, I let my lips find her neck. My free hand goes to her breast I let my fingers hold her aroused nipple when I motion and rub, making her grind herself on me. Wanting her dazed, I guide her to look at me, and when she does I bring two of my fingers to her lips, where she lets them slip in. Running her tongue in between and over each finger before pulling with a run of saliva.

"You want to take off your panties so Master can see your pretty pussy?" The hummed moan is followed by rushed movements before Celeste bares herself before two clothes harlots. Feeding off of her. My fingers, now slick and cold with saliva, go onto her right nipple, "That's right, pull them please." She whines, making me pinch them instead, "OH my god, Master she's..."

Celeste is stopped by the threat that encouraged me, "Don't make me give her permission to turn your ass red." Her head shakes, losing itself in the moment of conflict. Sucking and flicking in need to hear my name fall from her lips in desperation, and when I push and sink my teeth into her breast as my finger holds her other tighter.

More importantly, I hear what brings me into a place of balance in myself. My name fell from her lips in a loudly vocalized moan. She grinds harder, needing more "Please, I need more." She whispers, running her fingers through my hair in an attempt to control the pressure on her nipples.

Turning her focus around she must have given Master a look of the intense need for what he could permit. His eyes locked on our emotions and actions he was as intimate as he has always been, even without touching us. He let his desire fall to the vision of us before him "Be specific Celeste." He speaks in a whiskey-clean tone bringing my clear arousal between my thighs in my pants to an all-time high.

Her body still following the feeling my actions brought to her, she looks at him, "I need her fingers in me, Master." Looking at me he allows me to follow Celeste's needs. Letting her breast, go I slide down between her legs, where I find her fold's slick and her clit hard from the grinding it endured. Impatience takes me over when two of my fingers sink deep into her.

Not allowing her to go higher, I bring her back down with the arm behind her making her hold my shoulder, her head was thrown back in pleasure when I hear Master's voice. "Don't move your fingers, Evita. Keep them in her. It's where she said she needs them."

Stopping the movement of my fingers, she clenches around them in the deprival of the motions "No, please." Her voice breaking in deprival, "Fucking beg Celeste, I know that mouth does more than take me." Not having the strength to feel her body turn with my finger so deep in her, her eyes locked into mine with each word that fell from her glossed lips.

"Fuck me, please make me cum over your fingers. Take me, use me, Evita." She pleases with me, my name brushing across my lips as she held my face close to hers as she tried sinking deeper into my fingers. Using my hips as a firm foundation to bounce against my fingers begin thrusting and swaying in her, making her throw her head back while following my fingers.

When Master gives all his attention to me, with a look of dark intent, I feel a rush of passion fill my vein. I pull my fingers out, and when I reach the tip of my finger, I hold her hip and thrust two deep and fast into her. See there are a lot of sounds that bring my body to the point of no return, even when I am not being fucked. The sound of Masters command to have me cum, and the sound of Celeste, when she is in a state of pleasure, unimagined.

I pushed her hips down and fucked her with the same passion she asked for. The sound of her moans, mixed with our names filled the room.

So, lost in the frenzy, I fill her with a third finger making her body shake in emotion and pleasure as she rides me with need. The ruthlessness of my motions in her while I rub her clit makes her hold me tight before she loses herself to all that could take her if she was to let go. "Can I come, Master?" She begs when I curl my fingers in her warm self, grinding harder on me.

Knowing that if he does let her, I want her to scream. I grind my fingers against the inside of her wall, my name erupting from her, making me realize that if she comes. I might too. The feeling of her on me drives me closer and closer as I grind on my material beneath us both. He looks at me, knowing that I am close as well when Master speaks. "You can cum" His words register, and I bring her lips to mine when I take her in and kiss her when I pull her closer, going deeper into her.

Her hands come around my neck when she holds herself closer to me. It's then that her body erupts from the pleasure mine following closely after. It was surprising, the intensity of having her cum so hard, spread out for me, making me just as wet in my own underwear.

Master stands while we catch our breaths. Slipping out of Celeste, he helps her from my lap and has me rise after her. I've seen him lost in lust, but here he seemed to understand where he was and basked in its glory. Bringing both our hands in his, he lays a gentle kiss on each one before we go on and freshen up for dinner.