I gasp again, feeling her small fingers over the fabric of my thong, and I know that now there’ll be no stopping this. “If the two of you are going to be on the cover, you deserve this,” she continues, and her words rumble inside my head like a thunderstorm.
I know exactly what she means by ‘this’.
14
Abby
Her lips are on mine again, and my brain almost melts inside my skull. I’m actually kissing a woman—now here’s a first. And, to be honest, it’s better than I imagined it would be. Not as good as Aidan’s kisses, that’s for sure, but Mistress Strokes knows what she’s doing too. I don’t know anything about her, but she must have an interesting past; you don’t get to be a good kisser without an interesting past.
She pushes her tongue inside my mouth and I just surrender to it, making my tongue dance around hers in a frenzy. I feel one of Aidan’s hands going down the side of my body, and he takes it to my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing one cheek.
Instinct fueling me, I place one hand on Mistress Stroke’s waist and go for her ass, feeling the smooth curve of her cheeks under my fingers. Grabbing her, I pull her into me, my skin prickling as I feel her breasts pressing against mine.
Hesitantly, I pull back from her kiss and look from her to Aidan, my heart beating so fast it might break a few ribs.
“Just let go,” Mistress Strokes whispers against my ear, her plump lips brushing over my skin, and I close my eyes in response. Just let go. I can do that; I can let go. The old Abby wouldn’t be able to, but we’re talking about the new Abby. And the new Abby can do a lot more things than the old one could, including letting go.
“I can do that,” I whisper back at Mistress Strokes, voicing my thoughts while narrowing my eyes and really looking at her for the first time since I entered her studio. Although her bright blue hair is her most striking feature, her big eyes are a close second: they’re brimming with a childlike curiosity of the world around her, although deep down there’s a hint of sorr
ow. Whoever she is, and wherever she came from, there are only two words to describe her: a beautiful puzzle.
“Let’s have some fun, then,” Aidan says, his fingers running over my back and looking for the clasp on my bra. With a quick flick, he unhooks it, and then pushes the straps down my shoulders. The cups droop over my breasts, and I hold my breath as Aidan and Mistress Strokes pull the bra off at the same time.
My legs are weak right now, and I have no idea how I’m even standing. I’m nervous and anxious and, at the same time, more excited than I’ve ever been. It seems that every time I have sex with Aidan there’s a new barrier to break, but I thought that he no longer had anything new to show me. I was wrong—oh, so wrong.
I close my eyes as Mistress Strokes reaches for my right breast; cupping it, she squeezes it softly, and Aidan does the same on my left one.
“Is this really happening?” I ask to no one in particular, my voice thick and quivering.
“This is real. Very real,” Aidan assures me, his voice caressing my eardrums and blanketing my mind. Opening my eyes, I look into his and smile, allowing the reality of it all to sink in.
Mistress Strokes goes to her knees by my side, her small fingers resting over my inner thigh. She grabs the zipper on my skirt and, looking up at me, pulls it down. My skin prickles as I feel my skirt becoming looser over my waist, and then she just tugs on it, sending it down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched-up fabric and take a step back, now wearing only my heels and thong.
“And now the rest,” she purrs, running her hands up my legs and grabbing at my thong. Pulling on it, she slides it down my legs and I do the rest, kicking it to a faraway corner of the studio. If this were the old Abby, I’d be embarrassed right now, but I’m an improved version.
I look down at Mistress Strokes and, grinning, I join her on the floor, kneeling by her side. “Come here,” I whisper at Aidan, and he grins back at me and takes one step forward. I reach for his crotch, softly laying the palm of my hand against his hard cock, and then unbuckle his belt; I bite my lower lip as I hear the metallic clink of the buckle as it comes undone, and then I go straight for the zipper. Pulling it down, I don’t even blink as my eyes swallow up the sight of his cock straining against his boxer briefs, its thick shape pulsing with a kind of raw fury.
Mistress Strokes goes for his cock too, and we place our hands over his boxer briefs, feeling his erection throb against us. Moving at the same time, almost as if our minds were one, we hook our fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and pull them down, sending them with his pants to his ankles. His cock springs free at once, pre-cum glistening in its tip.
“It’s… huge,” Mistress Strokes says, and I think this is the first time I actually hear surprise in her voice. I guess that it doesn’t matter how experienced you are; when you see a cock as big as Aidan’s, you have to be in awe.
“It is,” I agree, running my tongue between my lips as Aidan kicks off his shoes, pants, and boxers. He stands naked over us, his muscles gleaming under the bright lights as if he were not a man, but a God. Ropes of muscles travel up and down his body like corded wire, and his abs look (and feel) as if they’re made of pure steel. Add to that his pronounced jaw, easy smile, and smart eyes, and you have a combination no woman will ever forget—and, trust me, I know what I’m talking about.
I grab his cock, my heart thumping faster as I feel its warmness spreading to my fingers. I use both of my hands and, the moment all of my fingers are wrapped tight around his shaft, I start stroking him slowly. At the same time, Mistress Strokes reaches for his balls with one open hand, rolling them around her stretched fingers.
I keep on stroking him while Mistress Strokes massages his balls, and Aidan just stands there with a wide grin on his face, allowing us to please him. Soon, my stroking motion grows fast, and I keep only one hand on his shaft, taking the other to his ass and digging my fingers into his firm cheeks.
Locking eyes with him, I start leaning in. I part my lips, but I stop just before my mouth touches the tip of his cock; I reach for it with my tongue, and I use it to lap at his cock in fast circles.
Following my lead, Mistress Strokes tilts her head sideways and, mimicking me, she uses only the tip of her tongue. She runs it up and down the length of his shaft; almost as if she’s measuring it, and only then does she rests her lips against his cock. I do the same, closing in on him and wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, my cock still running around it fast and hard.
I go down at a steady pace, rolling my lips down his shaft while Mistress Strokes takes hers further down. When her mouth is on his cock’s root, she opens it wide and places it against his balls, sucking one in. Looking at her without blinking, almost as if I’m in a trace, I only realize I’ve gobbled up Aidan’s twelve inches when I hear him groan, the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. I slide his cock out then, stopping when only its tip is inside my mouth.
“So fucking good,” Aidan groans, placing both his hands on my head as Mistress Strokes takes both his balls inside her mouth with a wet sucking sound. That’s when I start bobbing my head back and forth, closing my eyes and surrendering to instinct. His long inches travel over my tongue fast, going in and out at breakneck speed. He has his hands on my head, his long fingers tangled in my hair, but he isn’t dictating my movements; he’s just feeling the sway of my body, allowing me (and Mistress Strokes) to take charge.
I do it until the muscles in my neck become cramped, and only then do I change gears: tilting my head sideways, I press my lips against the side of his shaft, and I slide them down until I’m face to face with Mistress Strokes. Allowing Aidan’s balls to pop out of her mouth, she grins at me and, reaching with one, starts stroking him fast.
Moving fast, she pulls Aidan’s cock toward her and she dives into it, taking his whole shaft inside of her mouth at once. I go for his balls then, opening my mouth as wide as I can and sucking on his balls, one at a time, and wondering how the hell did Mistress Strokes manage to have both in her mouth. Not one to give in to competition, I close my eyes as I force my jaw to work harder; somehow, I manage to wrap my lips around his balls and I suck them inside my mouth, even if only for a few seconds.