More from Moving Day Threesome (
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Kyle stood up, unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, along with his boxers, stepped out, and sat back on the couch. His cock was half soft and he held it at the base and waved it at my girlfriend.
“Come on, time to get your boyfriend a TV.”
Now of course you want to know about this guy’s cock, and perhaps the cool thing to say would be I didn’t spend a lot of time looking at it, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. After all, it’s hard to look away when your girlfriend is giving someone a blowjob, and so yeah, I got a good look at Kyle’s schlong, and it was big, kind of impressive, but not all that much different to mine.
In fact the only real differences were that his dick was a little bent about halfway up or down, and uncut, like a savage. Either way, neither the bendage nor the foreskin put Jess off, who clapped her hands on seeing it and started drooling, so much so she had to wipe her bottom lip and chin, which was trembling with her tongue lolling out.
I kind of felt the same way too, my knees shaking at the idea this was all going down, and right in front of me – no longer a fantasy, but the real thing and maybe soon out of control.
But yeah, let’s say for the sake of this story that Kyle’s cock was huuuge, and I watched as my girlfriend got her hands on it and thought back to all the women this guy had fucked since living in this place, how easily he seemed to pick them up, take them home, then trade them in for something new. That dick must have been in dozens if not hundreds of women’s hands, mouths, cunts and asses, and now here was Jess, just another girl working the pole, except she was my girl, the only one I had, and someone I really falling for.
But this was why I loved, because she was suck a freak.
Back in reality Jess put a hand on Kyle’s rapidly inflating cock, and they looked at each other, smiled, started kissing, and in no time she was jerking him off. In fact, she was just bending down with her mouth open when she took her hands off, stood up, and moved away.
“Wait,” she said, “I almost forgot what I was wearing.”
She undid the belt of that trench coat, pulled it open, then tossed it back off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Kyle groaned, and so did I.
Jess looked amazing – dressed like a pornstar in a push-up bra, garter belt, stockings and high-heeled boots, some reddish peachfuzz just above her freshly shaved pussy.
Kyle whistled, impressed, and I felt a burst of pride that this guy who’d been with so many women thought my girlfriend was hot, and then I wondered what kind of sick fuck I was, and I then I relaxed and wanted to nail Jess while she sucked another cock, just like in the movies I loved.
“You like it?” My girlfriend said, stroking her pussy and looking at this other guy.
“Sure. Can I kiss it?”
Jess turned to me.
“It that OK, babe, or you just want me to blow him?”