The Guest on the Sofa - First Step
She had one hand on me, one hand on him… and then she looked at me, waiting for permission. What happened next, she did entirely for me.
First Step
Her right hand wandered over my chest, down to my crotch. I kept touching her. Patrik didn’t move or speak, but his breathing gave him away.
“Deb’s… grab his cock.”
“Hmm, I will if you want me to.”
“Yes. Grab his cock for me.”
Debbie pulled down the front of his shorts. Calm. Obedient. She slipped her hand inside and pulled his cock out — hard, thick, exposed between us. She started stroking it. Slow. Steady. Silent.
Her tiny hand wrapped around another man’s cock — so natural, so smooth, so confident, but still mine.
Watching her hand slide over him, knowing she was doing it for me — because she wanted to please — was almost too much. She looked aroused. Her lips parted. Cheeks flushed.
My hand was now inside her shorts. Her mouth still wet from our kiss. Her other hand still gripped my cock over my shorts, grounding herself in me, even as her fingers wrapped around him.
I let my hand slide up her back, through her hair, gentle but firm. I leaned into her ear, calm and deliberate:
“Suck his cock for me.”
No more words were needed. She leaned forward, hand never leaving his cock. Her lips hovered over him for a second, then she looked back at me. I nodded once. That was all she needed.
Her mouth opened, and she took him in — wet, soft, slow. Her hand stroked the base while her lips slid down over him.
I could hear it — that wet sound. See her tongue, her cheeks, her perfect rhythm. My girl. My Debbie. Her mouth on him, her body still half on me, all of it under my hand, my direction, my presence.
I touched her back, then her bum, letting my hand slide around her hips as she sucked him with more confidence, more rhythm. Patrik let out a low breath — not a word, just stunned silence.
I leaned in and kissed her shoulder, then whispered:
“Good girl.”