"Frustration"

F/F cons 1st mast anal toys

Disclaimer: This story is just that, a story, and is meant to be
taken as nothing other than that.  It contains descriptions of
sexual acts including sex toys, and if such subject matter
offends you, please don't read it.  The author DOES NOT condone
any such activities in real life or fake life - it is meant to be
taken only as fantasy.



As soon as I saw the patient turn his attention to Deb at the
front desk, I hurried around the corner and found an empty exam
room. I slipped inside, shoving the door closed behind me. Then I
collapsed into the exam chair and closed my eyes, letting my
hands rub my temples to keep them from rubbing anything else.

Of course, the last patient of the day had been a tall, muscular
man in his mid-twenties, a tempting treat that I couldn't have.
The way his chest moved when he took his deep breaths, the soft
darkness of his skin on mine as I took his pulse, all temptations
of the male body that I could not afford. My blood was so hot it
seemed to be boiling my insides--how badly I wanted to climb on
top of him, to rip his clothes off and fill my lonely pussy with
his body.

"Are you okay, Carly?" I was so enrapt in my passionate thoughts
I was startled by the voice. I opened my eyes to see Kim was in
the room with me. She closed the door and sat in the small
rolling chair next to the work station.

"Yeah," I sighed, getting my bearings back. "Just a little
flustered is all," I told her. Skinny, blonde, beautiful, Kim was
my coworker and best friend. We had met in the office when I
started two years ago, and had become inseparable ever since.

"It's alright girl," Kim said, moving closer to me. "That was the
last patient of the day. We're done." She put a tender hand on my
arm. "What's wrong?" I straightened out my scrubs and tried to
let my cheeks cool. "That last patient...he just reminded me of
my husband so much..."

Kim's comforting hand moved to my shoulder. "Don't worry, girl,
Ken is fine," she tried to assure me. "I know it's tough having
him overseas, but he only has a few months left. He's gonna come
home."

"I know," I said. "But he looked so much like him, he kinda...got
me going, you know?" I put a hand over my eyes to hide my
embarrassment. "It's just like...I'm twenty-six, in the prime of
my life, and my husband's half a world away! I haven't felt a
man's touch--hell, I haven't fucked--in over six months!"

"I know it sucks, girl," Kim said, standing up. "But don't you
take care of yourself at home?"

"Well, yeah," I said. I could feel myself beginning to blush.
"But my fingers aren't enough. Lately I can't even finish
masturbating; I just get bored and give up." I felt tears of
frustration welling in my eyes. "And I can't cheat on him with
another guy. That's not who I am. So I just stay frustrated,
wanting to feel another person like that, to have them there..."
I trailed off, keeping my eyes shut.

Kim walked around the exam chair and began rubbing my shoulders.
"There, there. It's gonna be alright."

I pulled myself together, breathing slowly. "I'm sorry," I told
Kim. "I'm just so...frustrated."

"I understand," Kim said. She walked back around so I could see
her devilish grin rising on her face. "I think I have an idea for
you," she told me, a hint of a giggle in her voice. "Let me come
over tonight and we'll go over the specifics. How's that sound?"

"Okay," I said, wondering what she had in store. I trusted Kim
more than anyone, but I knew she was capable of a little trouble.

"Alright, I'll see you tonight at eight," she told me. Kim moved
to the door, but paused before she opened it. "Wear a loose
fitting dress and a pair of sexy panties. Nothing else." Before I
could reply, she opened the door and slipped into the hall,
closing it behind her.

***

Before seven, I had already enjoyed most of a glass of wine,
trying to calm my thoughts. What did Kim have planned? Why the
specific dress code? I was nervous, but the simmering sexual
excitement that had been building in me for months kept me
intrigued.

I finished my glass of wine and headed into the bedroom to find
something to wear. I dug through my underwear drawer until I
found a pair of black lace panties, which I hadn't worn since Ken
left. Then, after rifling through my closet, I emerged with a
thin cotton dress, blue with a white floral pattern, one I
generally wore to the beach over my bathing suit. I pulled it out
and tossed it onto the bed, then proceeded to strip out of my
scrubs. Then, reaching behind my back, I unclipped my bra and let
it slide down my arms.

I scooped up the dress, but something made me pause in putting it
on. I looked up, seeing my reflection in the mirror on my bureau.
For twenty-six, I definitely looked thin, but my sloping hips and
C-cup breasts gave me curves of which many of my friends would be
jealous. Surveying my short brown hair, my round and perky tits,
my firm thighs, and my tight ass, I felt sexy for the first time
in a long while. Even the small, sparse freckles dotting my nose
looked enticing. I only wished I could share it with someone
else.

Shrugging those thoughts away, I slipped into the dress. It
seemed looser than I remembered, the spaghetti straps hardly
staying on my shoulders, the cloth revealing more of my cleavage
than hiding it. The material was thin, and my erect nipples
jutted out against the fabric, making their presence known. I
hoped Kim wouldn't notice, or would be a good enough sport to
keep her mouth shut if she did.

Satisfied with the dress, I quickly changed panties, the feel of
the silk reminding me of the night's theme. My stomach turned in
its nervous dance again, and I hurried back to the kitchen to
refill my wine glass.

The rest of the hour passed all too quickly, and soon Kim was
knocking at my apartment door. Her coat was off the moment as I
let her in, tossed onto a kitchen chair. She kicked off her
flats, moving about nimbly on her bare feet. In her arms she
cradled a small paper bag.

"How's my Carly?" she asked, giving me a hug. As she pulled away,
I saw her outfit, and I almost gasped. Kim was a slight girl,
with a cherubic face and pointed nose that screamed beauty. For a
woman of twenty-eight and a mother of two boys, she had a tight
body, covered now only by a short, black strapless dress that was
barely staying up. She looked stunning and sexy, and I almost
felt ashamed of my baggy beach dress.

"I'm well," I replied, looking up to her. "A little buzzed," I
added, and pointed to the wine bottle. "Care for a drink?"

***

A glass and some gossip later, Kim led the way into my living
room, the paper bag in her hand. She circumvented the thin wooden
coffee table, placing the bag in the center. Then she sat down on
the couch, motioning for me to join her. I sipped my glass of
wine and put it on the coffee table, then sat next to Kim. My
head was swimming a little from the booze, but I could still feel
my heart racing in my nervousness. Kim put her cup next to mine.

"So," she said, leaning forward. "I think I've found a solution
to your 'frustration.'" She put her hand on mine, her fingers
massaging my skin. "But I want you to tell me exactly what it is
you need."

"Physical contact," I said without hesitation. I sighed and sank
into the couch cushion."I want...I need to be fucked. Rubbing
myself doesn't cut it. I need a stiff cock in my pussy." I looked
down and watched my fingers intertwine with Kim's. "But it's the
other person, the physical connection of sharing something as
intimate and romantic and primal as sex, that's what I miss the
most. I need a cock in my cooch and a hand to hold while it
pounds me." Kim started laughing as I finished talking. I reached
for my glass of wine and drained its contents into my mouth, then
put it back down again.

"Sorry for being so blunt," I murmured, sharing in Kim's laugh.
My cheeks were warm, but from embarrassment or alcohol, I
couldn't tell.

Kim gave my hand a squeeze. "I know what you mean, and I've got
just the thing," she said. She was wearing her devilish grin
again. She picked up her glass of wine and downed it, then stood
up. She took both empty cups and placed them on the side table
next to the couch. Then, walking around to the opposite side, she
knelt in front of the coffee table. Her hands lifted the paper
bag and, unrolling the top, she dumped its contents onto the
table.

I gasped as her surprises rolled out of the bag. Piled
haphazardly before me were three dildos of different colors and
sizes. The smallest (and hardly small, at that) appeared to be
made of a light blue glass, and the other two were of silicon,
one a shiny pink, while the other, still quivering from its
descent, was colored to look like a real penis.

Kim gave the bag another shake, and a small black butt plug fell
into view, topping the pile. I felt my heart thumping as I looked
at the items. "W-what is all this?" I stammered, unsure of how to
respond.

Kim laughed and tossed the bag aside. "It's my personal
collection," she cooed in a proud voice. She picked up each toy
and stood them in a row. "These are what I use when I'm all wet
and there's no man to satisfy me."

Kim stood, moving back around the couch to sit with me. She put
her arm around me, her fingers stroking my bare shoulder,
slipping underneath the spaghetti strap of my dress. "You said
you wanted a stiff dick, right? Well this is what we're gonna use
to make Carly cum nice and hard."

I turned to face Kim, my eyes wide. "W-we?" I stuttered. "What do
you mean?" Kim pulled me closer against her body. "You said what
you miss most of all is the presence of another person. Someone
to hold your hand, yeah? I'll be the hand, and he," she gestured
to the array of sex toys. "He'll provide the dick." "That doesn't
make any sense," I asserted, pulling away from her embrace. I
couldn't stop looking at the pink, flared head of the
flesh-colored one, staring at me like an angry viper.

"Sure it does!" Kim exclaimed, picking up the glass dildo.
"Listen," she said, bringing the toy close so I could look at it.
"You'll be masturbating. You're fucking a toy, not a person, so
you won't be cheating on Ken. But I'll be here too, letting you
touch someone real who's sharing your experience, to help push
you over the edge."

I looked at the curving, bulbous head of the dildo, and I can't
say it didn't excite me. "How are you gonna 'share the
experience?'" I asked her, looking at her from the corner of my
eye.

Kim's smile this time was lascivious. "Well I'm gonna masturbate
too," she said, pulling the glass dildo back and eyeing it with
fervor. "You're not the only one allowed to have fun."

I leaned back in my seat, confused and flustered and, to my
surprise, very horny. I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of
it all. "So, you wanna masturbate together?" I asked, feeling out
of breath.

"Yeah," Kim said, putting the dildo back on the table. "We'll
both be fucking ourselves, right in front of the other, so we can
share each other's pleasure. But we'll keep our dresses on, so we
can't see each other getting naughty. That way it stays personal,
and you won't beat yourself up for cheating." She put her hands
on my shoulders and began to rub them, and I felt her hot breath
on my neck as she moved close again. "I think a little deviation
from your 'candles and Marvin Gaye' routine is exactly what you
need." That pulled a laugh from me.
I stared at the toys for a moment, especially the flesh colored
one. It reminded me of something I'd been dying for, something I
needed. And Kim's gentle fingers dancing along my shoulders, her
warm words hovering so close to my skin, made my whole body
tingle with an excitement I hadn't felt since Ken left. My mind
might be on unsure footing, but I could tell my body--my
pussy--had already said "yes."

"Okay," I said, leaning into Kim's hands, letting her thumbs dig
deep near my shoulder blades. "I think it'll be fun. But I've
never used a toy before. I'm a little afraid I won't get there
because I don't know what I'm doing."

Kim stood up, dragging her fingers along my bare back and
eliciting a shudder from my body. "Lucky for you," she said,
walking around the table and reassuming her kneeling position.
"I'm a whore for every one of these. I'll walk you through it,
and makes sure you get every inch's worth." She waved her hand
like the assistant to a game show host. "Pick your date," she
told me.

I had no doubt which one I wanted. Still, I pretended to give it
some thought for a moment, before my fingers quickly wrapped
themselves around the soft girth of my flesh-colored friend. He
was thick and long, with a base made to look like a hefty
scrotum. He was covered in veins and felt as firm as my husband's
own sword; there was no joke about him. He was exactly what I was
looking for.

"Mmm, good choice," Kim moaned in a sultry voice. She reached her
hand out, scooping up the glass cock. "I like to start with this
one," she told me. She moved the other toys to the far end of the
couch, and crawled around to sit next to me.

"We'll go slow," she said, pushing some of her blonde hair out of
her eyes. I knew she could see how tense I was. She brushed my
cheek lightly with the back of her hand. "Relax, baby," she said.
"You're gonna have a lot of fun."

I nodded, conscious of the large cock in my hands. Kim caught my
eyes with hers. "First, let's get comfortable," she said. Her
hands reached underneath her skirt and began pulling her
underwear down her legs. I could see from the fabric that she'd
been wearing a thong. She let it drop to her ankles, then
casually flicked it away before turning to me. "Your turn,
Carly."

I cleared my throat, then reached underneath my skirt. I hooked
my thumbs under the waistband and, eyes closed, yanked my panties
down. In a moment they were gone, pooled around my feet, and I
felt a tingle as the warm night air tickled my bared vulva.

"That's better," Kim said as I stepped out of the garment.
Together we stretched our legs, enjoying our new freedom. Then,
Kim lifted her dildo up. "Now, let's get our boys ready, shall
we?" she suggested. I watched as she slid the blue glass into her
mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip. Suddenly, half of the
phallus disappeared into her mouth, before re-emerging with a
new, wet shimmer.
I stared, entranced by her movement, until her free hand made its
way to the back of my head and began stroking my hair. I looked
down at my dildo and, with a deep breath for courage, brought it
up to my lips.

I kept my eyes closed as the silicon entered my mouth. It tasted
a little funny, but I tried to ignore it, imagining my strong
husband standing before me, letting me suck his gorgeous cock.
Kim's hand trailed through my hair as I began to suck, her
fingers tickling my skin, entwining in my locks. I heard her
moan, the sound muffled by the toy in her mouth, and I found
myself echoing her.
I let my tongue trace the curves of the cock, feeling his
powerful head, thick and masculine as it pressed towards the back
of my throat. With each thrust I brought the toy further into my
mouth and throat, opening up for it, just like I did for Ken. I
imagined him moaning, rubbing the back of my head while I
serviced him, just like Kim was doing.

Kim's fingers locked themselves in my hair as I made my first
attempt at deepthroating it. She pulled gently, urging me on as I
forced the thick penis deeper into my mouth, gagging with each
subsequent push. Meanwhile, my free hand slipped between my legs,
rubbing my budding clit through my dress. For a brief second I
felt ashamed to be so dirty with my best friend so close, but all
negative thoughts rushed out of me as my tingling sex demanded
attention.

As I rubbed and sucked, I felt myself slipping away into fantasy,
Kim's insistent yet careful hand my only link to reality. She
roamed my back and neck, moaning in time with me as we both
filled our mouths. I heard Kim gag, and I dared open my eyes,
watching her stuff the entire length of the glass piece into her
throat.

With my other hand, I traced the soaked lips of my pussy through
the thin fabric of my dress. My toy's smooth head pressed against
my cheeks and tongue as I rubbed a wanton finger over my swollen
clitoris, sending shudders through me that reverberated "from my
toes to Kim's soft fingers.

With a soft pop, I heard Kim cease her oral adventure, and I did
likewise. My cock, now dripping with my saliva, glistened before
my eyes. Kim glanced at my crotch, and I remembered to stop
fondling my pussy lips. I blushed as the visuals all coalesced in
my mind, but Kim's calm smile quelled my insecurity.
"Mmm, I think they're ready now," she said, her voice hardly more
than a whisper. Dildos in hand, we stood up, and she motioned me
to move to the head of the coffee table. She took up a spot at
the opposite end.

I watched as Kim climbed onto the table, crawling towards the
center. She moved forward and pushed herself up so that she was
kneeling, and then stood her erect playmate up in front of her.
She waved her hand, inviting me to join her.

Confused, I followed suit, climbing awkwardly onto the tabletop
to rest on my knees, placing my own sopping wet dildo in front of
me. Kim smiled the whole time, her silence belying the excitement
in her eyes.

"I'll go first," she told me, catching my gaze with hers. "You
just watch for a bit, get a sense for the rhythm, and then join
in, okay?" I nodded, spreading my thighs open a bit to keep them
from torturing my sensitive clit.

Kim brought her toy up to her mouth, giving it another go-over
with her tongue. Then, satisfied with the amount of saliva
covering it, she moved her body upward, spreading her legs a bit.
Her short dress lifted at the movement, but remained low enough
to keep her womanhood hidden.

Kim slowly put the dildo underneath her raised body, straddling
it in a cow-girl fashion. Her hand remained holding the toy at
the base with one hand. "Just let yourself slide onto it in the
beginning," she told me. "Let it open you up first." She moved
her hand forward for balance, and slowly brought her abdomen down
and backwards. Her eyes were shut tight as she impaled herself on
the toy, a squeak of pleasure emerging from her mouth.

I stared, awestruck, as Kim sat all the way down on the dildo.
Her fingers curled into her palms as she filled herself. She
began bobbing her body up and down, slowly at first, sighing with
each movement.

Between her legs, I could see the small blue base of the toy on
the table. My eyes were glued to the spectacle. My own best
friend was fucking herself right in front of me! Her body rose
and fell, chest heaving with each movement as the hidden phallus
dug deeper into her vagina.

The sensation of Kim's trembling hand touching mine pulled my
eyes up to hers. She was biting her lip, falling into a steady
rhythm as the toy penetrated her. "Your turn, Carly," she said,
her voice rising in pitch.

With a trembling hand, I lifted my silicon dildo to my mouth,
sucking on him for a moment. Between the cock in my mouth and the
woman masturbating in front of me, my cunt was soaking wet, and I
worked to get the toy on par. I slid it all the way down my
throat, gagging on it, suffocating myself, before yanking it out
and gasping for breath.

"Mmm, yeah baby," Kim gasped. I wasn't sure if she was talking to
me or to the glass penis filling her. I smiled, caught my breath,
and brought the toy behind my back, standing it up on the table.
I lifted my dress up, feeling fresh air move across my bare ass
as I slid the toy beneath me.
"Nice and...slow," Kim told me, her movements calming to match
her words. Hiking the front of my dress up a bit, I brought my
body down until I felt the bulbous head brush against my lips. I
shivered in anticipation--I hadn't had anything more than half a
finger inside me in months. I took a deep breath, glanced at
Kim's lustful eyes and heady smile, and pushed down.

Between my feminine juices and saliva, the lubricated dildo slid
right in, making me gasp in terror as I was suddenly split apart
by it. My pussy lips wrapped around the cock, my weight pushing
it deeper into me as I slid down its girth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I
whispered, letting its length press against my vaginal walls.

"Good girl, Carly," Kim congratulated me as I gently began to
ride the toy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she
sat down on her own date. "Start slow," she urged. I pinched my
eyes shut as the cock pierced me again. I felt Kim's fingers
cover my hand. "Let him fill you," she said.

Breathing heavily, the both of us fell into a rhythm, bobbing up
and down on our dildos in unison. Each thrust into me pushed
deeper than the last, opening recesses of me that I had forgotten
existed. Kim's hand moved up to my face, stroking my hair and
cheeks. Moans escaped our lips as we forced our cocks deeper into
our wombs.

With Kim's reassuring touch, I closed my eyes, imagining the mass
filling my cunt was Ken's throbbing cock. I listened to him groan
with each thrust, heard his sighs as I rode him, pushing him
deeper into me. Kim's touch became his, his fingers pulling at my
hair and caressing my shoulders. I moaned and sighed, pushing him
as far inside of myself as he could go, feeling his glans
brushing my cervix. I bit my lip and clawed at the table with my
nails, letting passion overtake myself.

Kim's hand drifted away from my face, and I opened my eyes to see
her grinding her body against the table, driving her glass cock
all the way inside her pussy. However, her hand was now near her
face, and I saw protruding from her mouth the wide black base of
the butt plug. A sultry look in her eyes, she sighed and moaned
while she sucked the toy, continuing to fuck herself silly on the
dildo.
Kim's eyes locked with mine as she removed the small plug from
her mouth. She leaned forward, her dress pulling up to her hips,
and guided the wet black toy behind her body. With a yelp, the
toy disappeared from sight, and I could only assume where it had
ended up. She brought her hand back and used it to push herself
up, resuming her brutal self-fucking.

I reached out again, wanting Kim's touch, wanting her hands
roaming my body as I masturbated. Her fingers wove themselves
around mine with one hand, while her other began touching her own
chest. Through her dress, she fondled her breasts, pulling at
little mounds I could tell were her nipples.

I drove myself down on my silicon king, pushing its entire girth
into my body and trying hard not to scream. He felt so good
forced inside my pussy; I couldn't believe I'd gone so long
without. I rode my dildo with abandon, letting my legs slide off
the sides of the table so I could straddle it. Getting my feet
underneath me, I impaled myself again and again on this massive
masculine representation, filling my dripping sex.

Kim squeezed my hand in hers, her other now buried in the front
of her dress, pulling at her tits. Her skirt had now risen to her
waist, and I could see her pink pussy lips spread tight around
the blue glass. Her sparse brown pubic hair glistened with sweat
and sexual moisture.

She looked so sexy, so erotically ecstatic, that I hardly noticed
when the straps of my own dress fell off my shoulders, the entire
garment retreating down my body. My C-Cup breasts, freed from
their prison of clothing, bounced and jiggled, and, overcome by
my body's wanton urges, I found I couldn't care less. I began
pulling at my pink nipples, tracing my small areolas with a
fingertip before twisting them in utter bliss. Meanwhile, I
grabbed at Kim's hand with mine as if I would die without it.

"Yes baby! Touch your tits!" Kim's tantric gasps began to rise to
screams, and my own utterances weren't far behind. She yanked
down her own dress, her small tits popping into the open air, red
nipples erect. She too pulled at her teats, still slamming her
body again and again against the two toys filling her sacred
holes. I felt her eyes roaming my nudity, and my clit throbbed at
the thought. I wasn't imagining Ken fucking me anymore; it was
all about Kim and me, working our pussies and touching our bodies
as one.
Falling into a frenzy, Kim slid forward onto her side, one hand
securing the blue cock in her pussy and ramming it deep into her
womb. She pulled my hand into her mouth, sucking on my fingers
between crazed groans and sighs. She fucked her cunt, she sucked
my fingers, she fondled her tits, all while writhing at my knees
like a woman in hysterics.

I drove my hips down, pushing my silicon cock against my cervix,
filling my cunt over and over again, watching Kim give in to her
primal drives. Her moaning rose to a scream, and her whole body
shook as orgasm overtook her. Her hand forced her toys as far as
they would go, her tongue lashing at my fingers. She moaned and
twisted in ecstasy, her whole body collapsing as the final waves
worked their way through her limbs.

As Kim released my dripping wet fingers, the dildo slid from her
reddened pussy lips, and I caught glimpse of her decimated
vagina, slowly contracting now that it had been vacated. The
sight drove me on, my eyes shut in pleasure as I rode my toy like
it was a bucking bull. I forced it in and out and in again,
stuffing my little pussy with its girth. My sighs grew to yelps
of pleasure and pain, and I could feel the first rumblings of my
approaching orgasm.

As I opened my eyes, I watched Kim roll off the side of the table
onto the floor, the butt plug still lodged in her ass. She
crawled behind me, her hands finding my shoulders, her hot breath
once again in my ear, still heaving from her orgasm.

"Do you trust me, baby?" I heard her ask. Her voice was heavy
with the madness of lust, and it almost pushed me over the edge.
Between pulling at my nipples and filling my cunt, I managed to
give her a small nod.

Kim kissed my ear, and I felt a new sensation: a cold, prodding
presence against my anus. I bent forward, letting my ass rise
into the air, using one hand to keep my man stuffed inside my
cunt. Between my legs, I saw Kim's wanton eyes connect with mine,
and her blue dildo, still soaked in her cunt juices, pressed
against my rosebud.
Resting my forehead against the wood, I shut my eyes and groaned
as the new toy slid into me. Kim worked my anal lover with one
hand, letting her other roam my back, her nails scratching my
skin. Her lips danced across my thighs and asscheeks in soft
kisses as she reamed my tight hole.

With one hand on my silicon lover and the other against my clit,
I rubbed and thrust with complete ecstasy, slamming the toy into
my body, mashing my button with two stiff fingers. The two dildos
seemed to be tearing me apart, infinitely invading my body,
sending shudders throughout my abdomen. I felt a pressure rising
in my clitoris, and words escaped my mouth in moans and screams
as I begged for release.

Suddenly, my back went rigid, and the whole world shattered.
Every nerve in me was on fire, pulses dancing to the tips of
every hair and rushing back again to my lower body. Kim drove the
entire glass toy into my rectum and took over for my useless
hand, doing the same with the silicon dildo. My holes filled, my
entire body shaking, I released a deafening, primal scream, my
first orgasm in months crashing over me like a tsunami. My cunt
and ass contracted over their invaders, pulling them inside of
me. My hands wrapped around Kim's fingers, clawing at her for
life, for release. I could hear her whispering to me, "Yes,
Carly, yes. Come on baby, come for me." Her lips kissed my ass,
my legs, my feet, reassuring me that I was still alive.

After a lifetime of heaven, I felt myself coming down. The warmth
emanating from the deepest part of my ass began to resemble a
slight pain. I unclenched my fists, not surprised to feel
discomfort where my nails had dug into my palms. With a heavy
sigh, all the tension in my body released, and collapsed against
the cold wood of the table. I felt Kim gently remove the dildos
from my body, each one leaving a vacancy I didn't know had
existed before. Her gentle hands helped guide me off the table.
As I stood on shaking legs, my dress slid off my body and onto
the floor, and it was all I could do to keep from tripping as I
flopped down on the couch.
As I lay there, helpless as a newborn infant, Kim bent over,
letting me watch as she slowly extracted the butt plug from her
ass. The soft pinkish hole gaped wide as it was emptied, before
slowly shrinking to a suggestion of its usual, puckered shape.

Tossing the butt plug aside, Kim collapsed into the seat next to
me, her black dress now little more than a belt wrapped around
her stomach. "Holy fuck," she managed to say.

"Holy fuck," I echoed. My voice was shaking with my body. "That
was incredible. I've never cum so hard."

Kim's hand lilted over my chest, skimming across one of my
breasts before rising to my cheek. She gently turned my head, my
eyes connecting with her bright blue gaze. We shared a moment of
silence, a moment of connection, and I began to wonder if Kim and
I were still best friends, or something far deeper.

"Can we go for another round?" I asked, trying to keep my voice
steady. "I wanna know what that glass one feels like." My eyes
roamed her nudity, tracing the curve of her slight breasts.

Kim laughed, a soft and beautiful sound. "Sure. But let's have
another glass of wine first," she replied, giving me a little
wink.

THE END



  
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