Hardest Erection I ever Had!
By: Prestige Couple
Hello,
My gf comes from a conservative family. She always dresses modestly. We used to joke about it and then decided why not change a bit. What's the harm in a little fun right. Well, I wrote her a story about something that really happened to enhance the experience of it. It started with her buying a small top.
The first crop top was a joke. A silly, harmless little thing she'd bought on a whim. I'd laughed, pulled her close, and told her she looked incredible. The sliver of smooth skin above her waistband. We both enjoyed it. I loved the possessive thrill of having this beautiful woman on my arm, and she, she loved the way my eyes darkened when other men looked. She saw how much it turned me on. And she fed on it.
The deep necklines came next, the kind that made a man's gaze drift south, getting lost in the shadow between her breasts. Then the shorts, so short I could almost see the curve of her ass when she bent over. It was a game. Our game.
But the rules started to change.
The see-through top was the first real shift. It wasn't blatant, not some cheap lingerie top. It was a delicate, knitted thing, white and soft. But it was stretched taut across her chest, and in the right light, the outline of her nipples was unmistakable. Hard little points that dared the world to look. And the world accepted the invitation. Stares in the grocery store, lingering glances from waiters, the outright leers from construction crews-it all made my stomach clench with a hot, ugly jealousy that immediately, shamefully, morphed into the hardest erection I'd ever had.
Then came the flashing from the car. A quick, frantic pull of her shirt up and down on a dark highway, her laughter ringing in my ears as headlights from the car behind us illuminated her perfect, pale breasts for a split second. I thought about the driver. I thought about his shock, his thrill, the story he'd probably tell his friends. I was driving, but I felt like I wasn't in control of the car, or her, or myself.
Which brings us to today. To my friend lounging on my sofa, drinking my beer.
He was laughing about something, but then his tone shifted. Became lower, more intimate. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on her.
"So," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Did you wear it?"
My girlfriend dipped her head. A deep blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a beautiful pink. She bit her lip.
"Come on," he pressed, his voice a low tease. "Did you?"
She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, her eyes fixed on her lap.
My brain was scrambling. Wear what? Another top? A new necklace? I was completely lost in the dark, and the way they were looking at each other told me they were sharing a secret I wasn't privy to.
Before I could form the question, she moved.
She stood up. She turned to face us both. Her eyes flicked to me for just a second, then, her fingers hooked into the waistband of her tight, cotton shorts.
No. She wouldn't.
But she did.
In one fluid, shockingly confident motion, she peeled the shorts and her underwear down to her mid-thighs, exposing herself completely to my best friend. The triangle of her mound. The delicate, intimate folds I considered mine alone. It was only for three seconds, maybe four. A breathtaking, world-stopping flash.
Then she yanked everything back up, smoothed her top down, and came to sit beside me on the couch as if she'd just offered him a chip from the bowl. She curled into my side, her body radiating a heat that felt radioactive.
My heart was a jackhammer against my ribs. My face was on fire. The humiliation was a cold wash, followed immediately by a surge of arousal so powerful it made me lightheaded. He saw her. He saw everything. The knowledge was a brand, searing and possessive and wrong and so fucking hot.
10 minutes later My friend mumbled something about an early start, and practically fled the apartment. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence he left in his wake was deafening.
What the hell was that?" I finally managed to grind out, the words strained. The dam broke. All the confused heat, the jealousy, the raw, untamed lust-it all erupted. I grabbed her, flipping her onto her back on the couch we'd just been sharing with my friend. I wasn't gentle. I ripped her shorts and panties down in one frantic pull, the fabric tearing slightly at the seam. I showed her no mercy.
When I was about to cum I asked her, "Did he get hard? When you showed him? Did he?"
She let out a broken moan of pleasure. "I, I don't know. I didn't look. I was only looking at you. I saw your face. I saw how much you wanted me."
Her answer shattered the last of my control. I poured into her my cum. It felt so humiliating yet so thrilling seeing my sweet princess just expose herself like that.
And that's what I wrote to her, which turned into another night of hot sex thinking about it, and about how we could make it go further next time.
- Prestige Couple
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