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Janelle’s Stories I should really try to intersperse some erotica more frequently in my blog... Janelle mostly liked to hear stories of my<b> making love </font></b>to another woman with her watching. Another woman who was submissive to me, who I took roughly perhaps, but who enjoyed it that way. She would always imagine herself watching, but only occasionally participate actively in the fantasy scene. I only remember a few particular stories; most were rather generic. In perhaps my favorite one, Janelle would be tied to the bed, much as the woman in “Mind Games”. I would be in the living room when the doorbell rang, and she could hear a woman’s voice at the door. She can hear me invite the woman in and immediately she would become wet knowing there was a woman in the house while she lay there naked and bound. I would stay in the living room for quite some time with this woman. Janelle would hear me talking with her and the sound of music on the stereo. After an hour or so, as the sounds from the living room became more and more friendly, the music finished and there was a near silence. Then she heard us coming down the hall. The bedroom door was ajar and Janelle would strain her neck to see what was going on. Through the door, she saw me approaching, leading this other woman by the hand. I lead her into the guest room but pause as I pass the door to the master bedroom where Janelle lies naked on the bed. I whisper something in her ear, she looks at Janelle and giggles as I pull her into the guest room. As Janelle lies there utterly helpless and exposed, she hears the sounds of sex coming from the next room. She hears the bed squeak and the woman squeal with pleasure. She hears the woman go quiet and my moans begin to fill the house. The woman must be sucking me she thinks, and by the sound of it I am really enjoying it. Then she hears the bed squeak again and soon the woman is breathing harshly moaning gently and then sudden silence.... Soon the woman is making noise again. A grunt, a whine... Janelle knows me, her pussy is dripping, the juice is dripping down the crack of her ass onto the bed, she knows what is happening, she knows my cock is beginning to press into the ass of this woman in the guest room! She listens to the sounds that mix a bit of pain and discomfort with high arousal, recognizing them as the same sounds she makes herself when I take her that way. Slowly, methodically, the sounds increase in rhythm and volume, becoming more indicative of satisfaction than of discomfort now. The bed begins to squeak with a steady rhythm, and she closes her eyes, imagining me fucking this woman in the ass in the next room. So close.... so close! The bed squeaks louder and faster, the woman is wailing steadily, now. I must be close... her clit throbs, her nipples pulse with her heartbeat. Now the woman’s voice rises and to an orgasmic scream and is suddenly muffled! Her back arches, she writhes in her bonds, she is cumming. Knowing that I am cumming! Knowing that the woman’s orgasm has triggered my own, and that with a final, deep, primitive thrust, I have driven her to the bed, muffling her screams, emptying my seed pulse after pulse into her ass!!! There is a brief period of staccato post-orgasmic activity and then silence, as all three of us lie spent. After a few minutes, there is the sound of movement and the woman emerges from the guest room and comes into the master bedroom on her way to the bathroom. Again, she looks at Janelle and giggles as she passes. Upon emerging from the bathroom, she pauses at the foot of the bed to gaze at Janelle who is now intensely aware of her exposure and that the wetness between her legs gives away how much she enjoyed eaves dropping on me. The woman bends slightly gazing intently at Janelle’s pussy which begins to drip anew at the attention. Then the woman straightens up and with yet another giggle heads back to the guest room..... This is as far as I ever got with the story, so I’m not quite sure what comes next. Perhaps I shall truly turn it into a story someday. It was, however, the basis of part 7 of a 7-part story I wrote for another woman… |
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