Watching Sin (A Fetish and Fantasy Short Story) (2 page)

Satisfaction ripped through Killian when Doug looked over his shoulder at him, and then paused as though waiting for direction. Meeting Doug’s dark gaze, Killian licked his lips just to see the other man’s reaction. As expected, Doug’s own tongue duplicated the action signaling his growing desire. His submissive nature was shining like an aura around him, and Killian jumped at the chance to take control.

“Taste her.”

Chapter Two

Doug…

Doug’s heart nearly stopped because of two words. Or maybe it wasn’t the two words so much as the voice that said them. Killian’s green eyes were flashing, and his jaw was tight. Was his hand cupping his cock?

Heart skipping, Doug dipped his tongue into the valley of Alana’s labia. It came back covered in her pearly juice and he groaned. He could feel her thighs trembling under his palms as he pushed her legs wider. Damn, he loved the feeling of silk on her skin. The thigh-highs acted as a picture frame, displaying her delicious cunny perfectly to his intruding tongue.

Pushing his finger and thumb between the plump labia, he spread her open so that he could see her clit poking its head up. Cream pooled in her opening, and he wasted no time scooping it out with his tongue while his fingers pinched her clit.

Her moan of pleasure echoed through the now quiet room. When had everyone stopped talking? Doug resisted the urge to pull away from her and look to see who was watching them. The only person who truly mattered was Killian.

His dick twitched behind his zipper as the image of Killian’s hand covering his groin filled his brain again. He wasn’t about to consider why that turned him on so much. Doug knew how beautiful Alana was, with her soft-as-satin skin, and full-bodied curves. Her wide hips and deep cleavage never failed to rock his world, so why would it be any different for Killian?

Her fingers settled on the top of his head, digging into his scalp for balance, and he urged her on. That little bite of pain only served to fan his flames higher, and she knew it.

“Play with your tits, Alana,” Killian instructed from behind Doug. He could have been next to him the words were so loud in Doug’s brain. Her hands jerked away from his head as she followed the instructions, and he pulled back to see what Killian was seeing.

Alana’s head was thrown back, her long blonde hair streaming down her back, eyes closed, lips parted. Her hands cupped her breasts but could never truly hold the massive globes. The stark black of her garter belt and hose made her skin seem luminescent and drew attention to her slit grinning back at him.

“Don’t stop Doug, she wants your mouth on her,” Killian said.

Without hesitation, Doug dropped his mouth back onto her spread pussy and resumed eating her out. He knew what she liked. Soft circles on her clit with the tip of his tongue, then a hard shove into her passage with a couple of fingers, and…

~ ~ ~

Alana…

Alana cried out as she orgasmed for the first time in front of an entire room full of people. Her pussy throbbing, and her skin tingling, she shuddered and struggled to keep from collapsing to the floor. Doug’s hands gripped her waist firmly, and she eased into his chest as he rose to hold her. Keeping her eyes shut tightly, she rode out the remaining ripples of climax, all the while wondering what she’d been thinking.

After a few moments, people began to murmur as the conversations around them resumed, and her eyes opened to find only Killian still focused on the pair of them.

“That was beautiful, love.”

His words eased her conscience, and she lifted her head to meet first his and then Doug’s eyes, his mouth still wet with her desire and his full cheeks flushed bright pink. She could feel his rock hard erection pressed against her stomach, and a flame of lust burned in her belly.

“You are absolute perfection, Alana.” Killian’s hand brushed her hair away from her cheek, and she turned to face him. Dark and dangerous, that’s what he was to her. Blonde-streaked brown hair, and dilated pupils, paired with a powerfully built body in that black and white tuxedo. As if he could hear her thoughts, his lips curled up in a smile. “But the night isn’t over yet, is it Alana?”

A rush of anticipation filled her chest. He wanted her. As much as she loved her husband, she had been smitten with Killian since the moment she was introduced to him. How many times had she caught herself leaving one of his parties with the desire to ask him to join them burning on her lips?

Unable to speak, she shook her head and received a sexy smile from both men as a reward. Killian moved in close to her bare back, sandwiching her between their two bodies, and she shivered with anticipation.

She held her breath when Killian’s arms came around her midsection, pinning Doug’s against her sides. Doug’s hand became caught between Killian’s hips and her ass. She felt him squeezing her cheeks when his partner’s hard cock came into contact with his knuckles, and she instinctively shifted her pelvis backwards to increase the friction.

God, she wanted that cock inside of her so bad…

“Now that we’ve proved you’ve got a wild streak, you need to tell us how far you’re planning on taking this scene, sweetheart,” Doug said. She could see the flexing muscle of his jawline, and she wondered what was going through his head. He had to know it was Killian’s cock he was touching. If he could be that open-minded, then she could be as well.

Determined to ask for what she wanted, she swallowed hard, and said out loud, “I want you. Both of you.”

The two men both reacted, squeezing her between their steely cocks and firm bodies. Killian pressed his nose into her hair, and she heard him inhale as he gently kissed the skin behind her ear. Doug kissed her forehead at the same time, completing the triad in an unusually intimate connection.

“Do you want to take this somewhere more private?” Doug murmured to her, and she quickly nodded.

Even though it turned her on to feel all of those eyes on her nude body, she was desperate to be fucked, and she wasn’t quite ready to share that with the group yet. Killian held them in place when they would have moved to leave the room, and she turned to look at him over her shoulder.

~ ~ ~

Killian…

The Dominant in Killian fought with his inner voyeur for control of the situation. As much as he wanted to protect his new toys, he also wanted to show them off.
 
He was a dirty, perverted man, with wicked fantasies that he chose to embrace, and he loved watching sin almost as much as he loved committing it. All around him, friends and business acquaintances milled around seeking to fulfill their fantasies for the night, or just getting off on the one happening in front of them. It was important to give the partygoers a show, without revealing too much of oneself because, come Monday morning, they would all put on their ties, and button up their pressed shirts as they returned to the corporate world.

Everything changed for Killian when Alana asked for what she wanted. The moment he heard her say the words, he realized she meant them. It inflated his ego and dampened his enthusiasm for exhibitionism at the same time, but he wasn’t quite ready to let her run away from her darkest desires like a scared little bunny. In fact, he wanted to see how far he could push her.

Tipping her head back with a tug on her long blonde locks, he met Doug’s eyes in question. This was her husband’s last opportunity to dictate the situation, and the moment he nodded the go-ahead, Killian captured Alana’s moist lips with his own, finally tasting the sin on her tongue he’d dreamed about for months. She was a wicked combination of honey, scotch, and woman. If he was a weaker man he might have taken her right then and there without the necessary dance of foreplay.

Forcing his mouth away from hers with a sharp nip to her bottom lip, he stared down into her clear blue eyes. Shifting his body, Killian purposely grazed Doug’s hands and her ass with his cloth covered-cock as he spoke to her.

“Just a minute, love. I think Doug deserves a reward for indulging you tonight. What do you say?”

His words filled the air around them with heavy tension, as she debated how to respond. He could see her reservations, as well as the bonfire of desire they lit as she bit that succulent bottom lip and turned back to Doug.

To Doug’s credit, he managed to keep his mouth shut and let her think through all of the possibilities without swaying her one way or the other, again reassuring Killian that he’d been right about their dual submissive desires.

Training them was going to be a delight if they continued to be so responsive to each other and to him. He could already see matching collars adorning their throats at the next Lusty Fantasies party. Just the thought of placing his collar on either one of them made his heart and his cock twitch. How would they feel about a permanent threesome?

To his surprise, Alana nodded to herself and gave him a bright smile before she began sliding down his body.

~ ~ ~

Alana…

Alana could feel Killian’s hot breath on the side of her face, and his huge hands blanketed her softly rounded tummy. For once in her life, she didn’t worry about the rolls or stretch marks there. All she could see was the desire that lit up her husband’s eyes. Doug still wanted her, and now Killian wanted her, too. When was the last time she truly felt desirable? It had been years.

For fifteen years she had slept with the same man, in the same bed, in the same home, never asking for more. But tonight, there was something special in the air, and she felt completely reckless. It tempted her into asking Doug for this foray into exhibitionism, and now it taunted her with the sexy man pressed against her back.

Killian was everything that Doug wasn’t—confident, rugged, and dangerous. She loved Doug with all her heart, but he was more submissive than she at times and, although he wasn’t out of shape, he certainly wasn’t as taut and lean as his business partner. She wondered silently how far apart they were in age as she felt Killian’s lips brush the back of her neck and Doug’s fingers kneading her fleshy ass. It wasn’t an important fact, so she let the curiosity fizzle in light of the burning embers of desire that were sizzling in her stomach. She needed this.

Slowly, and without pushing them apart, she slid down their bodies to her knees. Doug was average height at five foot ten, and Killian only topped him by two inches, so she was very comfortable resting on her haunches between the two of them. In fact, they were at the perfect height. Twisting, she angled her body until she was sideways between them, and with one reassuring glance up at Killian, she reached for Doug’s zipper first.

~ ~ ~

Doug…

Alana’s fingers trailed over the ridge of his cock, making him burn for more, and he watched in stunned fascination as she released his dick to view. He might not be as powerful or have as many connections as Killian in the business world, but Doug knew he had an advantage in the cock department on almost every man in the room. At nine inches fully erect, and almost three inches across in thickness, he had never disappointed a lady. Scared one away, yes, but disappointed? Never. Hell, if they measured it at that very moment, he guessed it was a half-inch longer than normal, because it was stretching to reach her perfectly pursed lips like it had a mind of its own.

Fisting his hands at his sides, he looked up to find Killian watching him instead of his wife, and a wave of nerves washed through him. They were supposed to be doing this for Alana, but the look on Killian’s face certainly wasn’t for her. When he dropped his head down, he saw Killian do the same out of his peripheral vision, and he caught the look of surprise as his friend took in his erect shaft.

Ego thoroughly inflated, Doug felt his chest fill with pride before he realized that Killian was fully focused on Alana again. Surely the look hadn’t been anything more than a voyeuristic interest in Doug’s reaction to his wife’s new-found free thinking, a momentary lapse, he guessed. The nearly tangible lust in the air was getting to him.

At that moment, Alana gripped his thick cock, and delicately licked the sensitive tip. Hissing out a breath, he forced himself to stay upright, as she began to give him the best head of his life in a crowded room.
 
He felt every pair of eyes turned on him, and watched his nearly nude wife on her knees as she serviced him. The eroticism was intoxicating, and he fought to hold onto the tendrils of his control. Fuck, he didn’t want to embarrass himself by shooting off before he really enjoyed this moment.

Grasping her long hair in his fist, he jerked her head off of his cock with a loud pop. Her lips remained parted in an O of surprise, and her heavy-lidded eyes flipped up to meet his in question. “Don’t thank me too much, sweetheart. I want this to last.”

She smirked up at him, as though confident she could break his control without a second thought, and he felt a shiver of lust skip down his spine. It had always been this way between them. A shared dialogue of submission, first one and then the other would take control, but never a true Dominant/submissive partnership. Just mutual desires being fulfilled with an emotional connection.