This story takes place within the context of a consensual freeuse relationship.

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Olivia was sitting on the couch in her underwear. Simple cotton panties and a matching bra. Olive. A nice color against her pale skin.

“What are you doing?” I had just gotten home from work and, while it wasn’t an unusual site to see Olivia lounging around, she was usually in clothing.

She looked up from her novel, “All my clothes are in the dryer. I waited too long to do laundry. I didn’t think you’d mind much.”

I noticed that she squeezed her thighs together. “What are you reading?”

Her cheeks grew slightly rosy, “Oh, you know, just some trashy smut.”

Throwing my coat over the kitchen chair, I walked behind the couch. “Is it good? Or, well, hot I guess.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s, uh, pretty steamy right now.” Her finger was tapping against her outer thigh.

Leaning against the couch, I began to unbutton my Oxford, “What’s going on?”

“I mean, it’s basically a string of sex scenes with the barest semblance of a plot.”

“So, are you reading a sex scene right now?”

She bit her lip, “Well…yeah.”

I uncuffed my sleeves and rolled them up my forearms. “Okay, and I asked you a question: what’s going on?”

She blushed harder, “Um, well, right now the main character–Ella–is su-sucking her partner’s…”

“Cock?” I slid my hand over Olivia’s collarbone, fingers pushing beneath the soft fabric of her bra. I cupped her breast, my thumb and forefinger quickly finding her pert nipple.

She let out a soft moan, arching her back slightly, “Mmmm, mhm.”

“And is she doing a good job?” I rubbed her nipple in soft circles with my thumb.

“Ver-very good. He’s grabbing her head. Thrusting into her mouth. He can’t control himself.”

“Oh? Is that right?” My other hand ran down Olivia’s side, coming to rest between her thighs, where she squeezed me. I could feel her warmth. “So he’s fucking her face?”

“Uh huh,” she leaned back further, grinding her pussy against my hand. “He’s getting rough with her. He told her that she has to learn to take his entire cock.”

“All the way to the base?”

“Mhm. He wants her to feel his balls pushing against her lower lip.”

“Is it turning you on?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Were you touching yourself before I came home?”

“N-no, but I was thinking about it.”

Is that right? You were thinking about doing this?” I pulled my hand upward, stretched her panties, and pushed inside. My index and middle finger wrapped around her vulva. I teased her opening with my fingertips, feeling her wetness, and then drew it up to her clit, where I drew soft circles.

“Unf, yes, yes I was, sir.”

“And is Ella taking it like a good girl? Is she getting sloppy?” My index finger dipped downward again, gently spreading Olivia’s folds and pushing inside her dripping pussy.

“Ah, mhm, yes, sir. She’s doing her absolute best. Sucking his cock so eagerly. The drool is running down her chin.”

My other hand moved from Olivia’s nipple to her mouth. I traced her soft lips before slowly pushing two fingers inside. “Is that right? Maybe it’s a little like this?” I started to fuck her mouth with my fingers, drawing up as much spit as I could until it start to spill down her chin.

Olivia answered by sucking on me enthusiastically. Her body arched again, she was pushing her pussy against my finger, asking for me to shove it deeper. I obliged, adding my middle finger, spreading her tight slit, feeling it clench around my knuckles.

As my pace quickened, Olivia sucked my fingers more fiercely. Her tongue darted between them, sliding over each knuckle as though she was carefully inspecting each dorsal crease. I pushed further, until I heard her start to gag. When she did, she pushed her hips upwards, letting me fingerfuck her even deeper. I could feel her dripping into the palm of my hand, her panties growing slick and sticky. I gathered her wetness and brought it back up to her clit, where I began to orbit her swollen nub much more aggressively. The circles varied from narrow to wide, listening to her movements, to the desperate sounds of her moaning.

She reached down, grabbing my wrist, squeezing it tightly. “Sir, sir, you’re going to make me–”

“Cum like a good girl.”

“Ah!” And she did, her body tensing up and then shaking. Drool poured down her chin as she continued to suck my fingers. After the waves of orgasm passed she pushed my hand away from her clit, “So, so sensitive,” she whined.

I looked down at her and noticed that her panties were wet. “Seems like you should have waited to do the laundry,” I teased. “Now you’ll have to sit there in your soaking need.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

I patted her on the head, “Good girl. Now you can get back to reading your smut.”