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The stockings

Nate asked me to do it on the sofa this time, under the lamp, where he could see my mouth move. He wanted the words and the stocking in my hand. I was in the green sweater and the stockings and nothing else under them, curly hair down, cunt bare. I told them so before anyone sat. Nate said he had hoped. Brooks said he would wait to be told.

I peeled the left stocking off slowly and held it. The nylon was warm. I told Brooks to sit on the floor and kiss from my bare ankle up, and I narrated it for Nate, who sat at the other end of the sofa with his knee touching mine. I said when Brooks could use his tongue on my cunt. I said when he could move the other stocking aside instead of taking it off. Nate groaned at that, fist on his cock. I looked at him and said this is the fuck you asked to hear, and he said yes like a promise.

Brooks licked my cunt until my hips came off the cushion. I did not go quiet. I told him left, said his tongue was perfect on my clit, told Nate my cunt was dripping on our sofa because he had invited this. I came the first time with the stocking twisted in my fist and my other hand in Nate's. Then I asked Brooks to fuck me. I was clear about it, full sentence, fuck my cunt, no coy version. He looked at Nate, and Nate said, because I had told him to be the one to answer, yes, we want his cock in her cunt. Brooks fucked his cock into my cunt. I talked through how deep that cock went, and through how Nate's thumb stroked my palm in time.

I pulled Nate closer and kissed him while Brooks fucked my cunt, and I put Nate's hand on my clit. The three of us found it. I said I was going to cum again and I did, louder, sweater rucked up, one stocking on and one ruined in my hand. Brooks pulled out when I told him and came across my stomach, and I described the heat of that cum for Nate until Nate shoved his trousers down and I took his cock in my mouth. He lasted less than a minute. I wanted that. I swallowed and told him he tasted like the man who had asked. He hid his face in my neck and said he loved me.

Faye on a sofa in the green sweater, one stocking in her hand, lamp on, notebook closed.
Photo: Faye on a sofa in the green sweater, one stocking in her hand, lamp on, notebook closed.