Sarah & Chris pt1

The sultry, velvety voice of a radio DJ wished his late-night listeners a good fuck as Sarah’s fingers fumbled in the dark for the power button on the remote. The screen flicked to life, illuminating the dim room with a soft glow. Curled up on the couch, a glass of merlot cradled in one hand, Sarah’s eyes widened as pandemonium on the TV screen caught her attention.

A raucous party filled the frame, lit by flashing neon lights. Amidst the throng, an ebony deity pranced, her slender curves shimmying to the beat. Stopping mid-gyrate, the woman’s deep brown eyes locked with the camera, a sensual invitation in her gaze.

“Ooh, this looks…interesting,” Sarah purred, swirling her wine. Setting the glass down, she reflexively cupped her sex, nipples stiffening against the thin fabric of her negligee.

The camera snapped into close-up: a full-lipped, full-breasted cayenne beauty, plump glossed lips parted in an invitation to sin. Calloused hands reached for the woman’s impossibly small waist, pulling her in against a wall of dark, chiseled muscle.

“Mmmm…” Sarah breathed out, hypnotized by the eroticism playing out before her. Her fingers stroked faster, unconsciously trying to match the pace of the furious grinding now dominating the screen.

The man’s thick fingers reached up to pinch the woman’s nipples through her tight white shirt. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping parted lips. Their mouths met in a sloppy, greedy kiss, tongues lashing obscenely. Sarah could see the pronounced bulge tenting the man’s jeans.

“I bet that’s one big dick,” Sarah moaned, face flushed, hand moving under her lacy panties now. Wetness coated her fingers as they circled her throbbing clit.

Breaking the kiss, the couple turned, moving two bodies as one, off the dance floor and out a door. Sarah almost spilled her wine leaning forward to better see the screen. Where were they going?

A bedroom loomed up, simple and cluttered. The camera flew into close-up again, revealing the man now unbuttoning his jeans, dark skin on display, his impressive length springing free. The woman pushed down her white shorts, then kicked them away. Her panties matched – a strip of white fabric nestled between brown thighs.

“Are you ready for this big dick, baby?” His voice was a deep rumble. The woman shivered, reaching out to stroke his thrusting erection. Dropping to her knees, she started lapping at it like a kitten at a saucer of cream.

Sarah held her breath, transfixed by the erotic scene playing out before her. Her negligee started feeling too tight, itching at her skin. She impatiently pushed it up around her waist. Her fingers moved faster, plunging now into slick arousal.

The man groaned, head tipping back. One large hand tangled in the woman’s silky tresses. Sarah could only imagine the taste of him, salty musk hitting her tongue, cock pulsing between her lips. She pressed a finger inside herself with a needy moan.

The man jerked the woman up and bent her over a chair. Fir, round cheeks wiggled enticingly, a tiny scrap of fabric nestled between. He pushed her panties aside and the head of his cock disappeared into the tight brown rosebud.

“Oh, he’s fucking her, right there on camera!” Sarah whimpered. She splayed three fingers, plunging them in as far as they would go. “I can’t believe this!”

He started to move, stroke by stroke, thick Cock pushing into her ass. Sarah could see the way her tight little pucker stretched obscenely around his girth. The woman whimpered, but moved back into it, clearly needing more.

Sarah needed more too. With her free hand, she reached over to rummage in the TV tray for her favorite vibrator. She held it poised at her entrance, frigging her clit furiously. Her tits bounced as her hips bucked off the couch, fucking her hand desperately.

A cry fell from Sarah’s lips as the vibrator slid into dripping arousal. The man’s hips pistoned, cock slamming into the woman’s ass with animal intensity. Sarah could hear the wet smacks, the rut of skin on skin, as she fucked herself with the vibrator, fast and rough.

The screen suddenly went dark. Sarah reared back, startled, only to hear the man mutter, “Fuck, my battery died,” and hastily pull out of the woman. He dropped to his knees and started motorboating her ass, kebabing her tight little pucker with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Sarah mewled, the shock and embarrassment only heightening her peak, orgasm careening through her, pussy clenching rhythmically around the vibrator buried to the hilt inside her.

She slowly sliding off the couch in post-orgasmic bliss, panties pushed down around her knees. As she laid there, legs splayed, heart pounding, the screen flickered back to life.

“I think we have satellite back up,” the man’s deep voice assured. Sarah felt a yearning stab of disappointment that they wouldn’t continue fucking.

The camera panned back to reveal the woman now bouncing on the man’s dick, grabbing her ankles with a lithe strength Sarah envied.

Sarah worked herself into a second climax watching the couple fuck. By the time the two collapsed, spent, she was laid in a tangle of tangled sheets, sweaty and satisfied.

As the credits rolled on the screen, Sarah sat back up, a cat-got-cream grin on her flushed face. “Remind me to leave that channel on next time,” she promised herself with a giggle. “That was some prime porn.”