“No. Please, continue, Sir.”
Jason cocked his head at her. “Did you mind her fingers being inside you?” he asked softly.
She shook my head. “No.” A tiny, whispered response, reflecting her embarrassment.
“I didn’t think so, given that orgasm!” He flicked a finger across her cheek. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” Gemma sat up straighter, lifting her weight off him, and returned to a kneeling pose. Her ready status. Whatever Jason had awoken inside her, it was now in full flight. She wanted more.
“Maria deserves a reward for all her hard work. Now, we agreed, you don’t have to use anything but your fingers.”
“Yes. Sorry.” She had refused to use her mouth, unable to contemplate the idea.
“Don’t apologise. Deep breaths. Think how you pleasure yourself when you masturbate.”
He continued to run a reassuring hand up and down her body. His handsome features, the twitching of his lips, and smile lines around his eyes, settled her anxieties.
“I can try.”
The submissive element in her wanted to give pleasure to Maria, so she would know if she could successfully serve another woman with her sexual abilities.
“Maria, lie on the floor on your back, spread your legs, and give Gemma room.”
Maria eagerly scrambled onto her back, hands gripping her legs behind her knees. Gemma reached forward and touched the other’s clitoris with a solitary index finger. Maria rested her head back and moaned. Seeing her eyes screw up, her mouth dropping open, responding to the touch, stoked Gemma’s enthusiasm.
Gender didn’t matter. Gemma felt like the greedy slut. Desired by another, watching that person take pleasure, encouraged her to try harder. She ran her fingers up and down the woman’s wet slit. The juices spread easily, lubricating her, and Gemma circled her clitoris with her palm, massaging her mound. Maria emitted a continuous stream of groans, and her feet twitched. She pressed down hard, and Maria bucked, hips lifting off the floor. A joyous sensation enveloped Gemma; she wanted Maria to come. Swirling her wrist, she moved her hand faster and faster.
Suddenly, strong hands grabbed Gemma’s waist, and Jason penetrated her slippery pussy from behind. Hard and deep, with one firm thrust of his body, he rammed into her. After nearly a day of abstinence, Jason fucked her with an eagerness brought on by having two women under his control. She shrieked and howled as he pounded against her bottom. Close to her level of tolerance, the tip of his cock pulverising her belly, she snatched air into her lungs. Her eyes watered with the demanding combination of new emotions and rough sex.
Jason paused, his cock resting at her entrance. “Gemma, do you want me to stop?”
He pulled her face into his view. She could see the sweat on his brow. Damp hair shining bright yellow. She couldn’t say no to him. She couldn’t deny him what must be intensely pleasurable. Fucking his submissive wife, while she frigged Maria. It had to be driving him crazy with lust.
Gemma spoke quickly before she could think otherwise. “No. Please. Fuck me hard.”
He didn’t move. She had to convince him. Rarely did she stare so hard into his eyes without flinching. “Please, Jason. Fuck me.”
Jason growled softly and drove his cock back into her. The friction felt intense, as if he had grown in dimensions.
She lost herself. Barely aware of her begging voice, pleading with him not to stop. He didn’t.
“Make Maria come!”
Gemma’s hand ached. Taking a finger, she slipped it inside the other woman’s vagina. Maria writhed as the finger entered her spongy interior, shaking and holding her legs tight while her mouth hung open, gaping.
Although Gemma barely remembered her own final orgasm, she heard Jason calling out with a raucous cry, “Fuck, fuck. Yes!”
He kept going to the very end of his climax. Juddering, he shot, making sure every drop of him filled her. For a few seconds, he stayed knelt behind her, panting. Gemma slithered forward and ended up flat on her belly. She drifted into a state of semi-sleep, barely aware of Jason lying next to her, patting her back.
“Well done, babe. Incredible. You were great.”
Her heart swelled, a joyous sensation amongst the sleepiness.
In the background, Gemma heard noises. The sound of a man grunting loudly and a woman holding back her cries. Enrique had finally been fired into action. Somewhere out of Gemma’s visual range, he was having his girl with rough, essential sex.
The room fell silent with the exception of collective heavy breathing. Soft footsteps fell, and the Mexicans retreated. Rising, Jason relocated to his armchair and patted his leg. Gemma curled up on his lap, relishing the intimacy of nudity and bodily warmth.
“You’re smiling. I take it you enjoyed the scene?” He pulled her damp hair out of the bobble.