Annie's Twisted Desire

The text arrived on my phone, a simple message that detonated a fuse in my brain: “You’ve been on my mind all day. Hope you ended up feeling better.” It was from Annie. I typed back, “I’m okay, just tired.” Her reply was immediate, laced with a playful challenge: “Too tired for sex tonight?” “I hope not,” I countered, a tremor of anticipation running through me. “Good because I have been thinking about having your cock in my mouth all day.” My heart hammered against my ribs. This was different, a blatant invitation that bypassed polite conversation and went straight for the raw, primal core of desire. “Geez! I’m sure I can handle that!” I texted back, a nervous laugh bubbling in my throat.

Her next message confirmed my suspicions – she was serious. “Good, but I am going to need to cum too. Too worked up not to. You decide how that’s going to happen.” The suggestion hung in the digital air, thick with unspoken needs and a promise of exquisite pleasure. “Ok,” I responded, my pulse quickening.

Then came the curveball. “And my sister is coming in from out of town, for the weekend. She will be here Thursday. I invited her for dinner.” This wasn’t just about me and Annie anymore. There was another player in this game, a woman I didn't know, entering the scene with an undeniable aura of mystery and a hint of something dangerous. The thought of my partner sharing our intimacy with a stranger sent a jolt of both excitement and apprehension through me.

Before leaving the office, I sent her a quick text: “On my way!” Silence followed, an uncomfortable void punctuated only by the insistent drumming of my own blood. Thirty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway, the air conditioner humming a monotonous tune from the back of the house. Something felt off. Annie wasn’t there. A prickle of unease crawled down my spine. I checked the security cameras, a habit I’d developed over the years, and found her. She was upstairs, on the third floor, naked, locked in the awkward embrace of the Eka Pada Sirsasana – a foot behind the head yoga pose. The sight was both shocking and utterly captivating.

Alternating between long, hard sucking and soft, gentle licking, she moved with a focused intensity, her body a sculpted testament to her own desires. Her fingers danced rhythmically within her vagina, digging deep, drawing forth moans that vibrated through the room. I quickly made my way upstairs, drawn by a throbbing, insistent ache. Peering around the corner of the door, I witnessed a scene that left me breathless. Annie lay naked on the floor, completely immersed in her own pleasure, her body trembling with arousal. Her shaven pussy gleamed in the dim light, a pink invitation glistening with anticipation. Her eyes fluttered, nervously biting her full, pink lower lip to control the quivering.

Opening her legs, she beckoned me closer. I took a tentative step forward, drawn in by the magnetic pull of her unleashed sensuality. Reaching out, I placed the head of my cock in her entrance, slowly, deliberately, sliding into her warmth. After a few exploratory strokes, it was drenched, heavy, and dripping down the back of her bottom, seeping onto the back of my balls. Instinctively, I placed my thumb on her swollen button, rubbing slowly and deliberately, and a torrent of hot, stimulating fluid erupted, baptizing us both in its warmth.

Annie moaned, a primal cry of pleasure, as I continued to fill her, pausing only when I was completely inside. My own body responded in kind, pulsing and vibrating with the force of her arousal. I moaned too, lost in the exquisite sensation, as her body took control, milking my cock with a possessive grip. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, I leaned forward, burying my face in between her legs, licking and sucking her sweet pussy into oblivion. She turned, engulfing my throbbing cock in her eager mouth, taking it deep, savoring the taste of my seed.

Stroking my shaft, she whispered, “Let some of it go.” Hesitantly, I released a teaspoon of my semen, watching as it leaked from the side of her mouth, a glistening pearl of pleasure. “Mmm, sweet,” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. “Yes, your highness,” I replied, my voice thick with desire.

As the night progressed, Annie continued to explore her own pleasure, her movements becoming more frenzied, her moans more intense. The hot water continued to flow, a clear stream soaking us both, amplifying the heat and the anticipation. Finally, she got on all fours, sticking her pussy in the air for me to take over. I positioned myself carefully, placing my hard cock in her entrance and gliding in with a slow, deliberate motion. After a few initial strokes, it was drenched, heavy, and dripping down the back of her bottom, seeping onto the back of my balls. Instinctively, I placed my thumb on her swollen button, rubbing slowly and deliberately, and a torrent of hot, stimulating fluid erupted, baptizing us both in its warmth.

Annie moaned and shook as I continued to pleasure her, milking my cock with a possessive grip. She demanded more, faster, harder, her voice a breathless plea for release. The hot water kept flowing, a constant, insistent rhythm, keeping us both stimulated and aroused. Looking down, I watched her pulse and vibrate, feeling a surge of primal satisfaction.

As we collapsed, exhausted and spent, Annie leaned over and asked, “How was my pussy tonight?” “Wonderful!” I said with a smile, the lingering heat and pleasure still coursing through my veins. The thought of my sister arriving for dinner, sharing this intimate experience with Annie, added another layer of complexity to the situation, a subtle undercurrent of uncertainty and intrigue. But for now, in this moment, all that mattered was the shared pleasure, the raw, unbridled desire that had brought us together. The night was far from over, and the anticipation of what was to come only intensified the pleasure of the present. It was a night of lust, desire, and explicit content, a perfect storm of sensations that left me breathless and utterly consumed.

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