Leisl Ch. 01

"Then why are you here talking to me?" she asked, not knowing what his response would be, but desperately wanting to know why she didn't mind his answer.

"You really, truly want to know?" he teased. He's always been a tease. He uses it to turn me on all the time, and it works, even after nine years together.

In response she just licked her lips and looked at him, waiting. "The truth is," he said, leaning in closer to be heard over the pounding music, "We both like you."

All I saw from my little nook was two beautiful people, laughing and flirting like any two people in any bar in the world. I was trying to concentrate on my book, but from the moment Steve told her the truth, her next move was unprecedented. She looked over at me, and without a backward glance in Steve's direction, she headed over to my couch, plonked herself down beside me and put her hand on my thigh. I looked up in surprise.

"Hi. Apparently we're going to be friends," Her opening line lit up Steve's face, standing immediately behind her. Looking up at him, I grinned too. I had no idea what I was getting into, but if it made him that happy, at that point in time, I really didn't care. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to standing.

"Come with me. You," pointing at me, "go pay for dinner." He'd used these abrupt, clipped tones with me before, and previous experience told me I should start expecting a wild night. Lily, however, had never heard such talk between partners before, and my last view of her before Steve led her out the door was her lovely shaped eyebrows, raised in surprise, looking at me over his shoulder. I just smiled and went to pay with our joint credit card.

I think I had expected them to be waiting on the street for me, to catch a cab back to our little terrace house in Glebe. Yet when I got outside, there was no-one there. With a jolt I realised they had caught a cab without me. Steve had never done that before. I was standing outside the bar, wondering if I felt okay with this situation, when a text message alert made me jump a little. Two words.

"Ignore us."

A shiver ran down my body and I no longer wondered how this was all going to play out. Steve's apparently cryptic message was the game we had played with Vivienne, and he knew it had been one of my favourites. Was this another way of him getting me to feel good about Lily, by playing one of my favourite games? Probably. He told me later I was right. I turned my smiling face to the street and waited for a lit cab to come by.

I was only fifteen or so minutes behind them, but when I got home the hallway was dark. For a split second I wondered if he had taken her somewhere else, but then I heard it. Moaning. Coming from upstairs. I stood in darkness, in silence, for a few moments, just listening. I heard a familiar, deep grunt of Steve's, and knew that he was probably testing her openness to taking direction. From her total lack of resistance to his earlier manhandling in the bar, I knew she probably wouldn't be resisting too much else right now. I heard an unfamiliar, long slow moan, and for a moment I shut my eyes and pictured what she might look like right now. Was she naked? Was he relishing her lingerie? Was he using his hands, his cock, his tongue? I went to make us some tea.

Placing the three mugs on a small tray, I carefully picked my way upstairs. Still in my black patent stilettos (his favourites), I didn't want to spill the tea and ruin my good mood. I nudged open the door to our bedroom, which he'd kindly left ajar for me, and was confronted with Steve's back, bent over a Lily I couldn't see, except for her legs, which were splayed out on either side of him. She was still wearing her red satin heels, and I smiled, knowing that had been his request. I walked over to the bedside table and put the tray down. I looked over at the two of them, him pounding his cock into her, and started to chat, in accordance with our game.

"I'm so glad you two got home okay. I've heard such horror stories about taxis recently, especially when couples are pashing in the backseat, like you guys probably were. They take you for a ride around the city while you're not noticing, and then charge you triple. Good to see you got back before me."

During this little speech, Lily's wide round eyes just stared at me like I was an alien. She was still mostly wearing her bra, and I could see now Steve hadn't removed her underwear, but just pushed it aside to gain access. He was sucking one nipple while grasping the other breast in his hand, and pounding away like I wasn't even there. Lily was being ravished by a sexy, horny man on top of her, and yet all she seemed to be thinking was, Who is this nutcase girlfriend pretending like I'm not being fucked right in front of her?

I just smiled happily at her, enjoying her confusion. I continued my one-sided commentary.

"I made us some tea. I hope you like chai. I used to make Earl Grey for Steve's fucktoys, but it's not to everyone's taste. Neither's chai, of course, but it seems more popular these days. I like it, anyway." When she heard my use of the word 'fucktoy' to describe herself, Lily's eyes opened even wider for a second. Steve was enjoying my conversation, I knew it even if she couldn't tell. He growled quietly, moving his hand from her breast down to her pussy. Sliding it inside her now-soaked underwear, he started stroking her clit in such a way that, from then on, her eyes were no longer staring at me, but now closed in a sort of daze. She told us later that that's when she really understood what was happening, and she liked it.

I reached over and gently fingered the gunmetal-grey satin strap falling off her smooth shoulder. "Oh, I really like your bra," I continued, "I was thinking of getting some Pleasure State stuff last month, when they had that sale, but I couldn't find any sizes to fit. I don't know, maybe they don't make the larger sizes. I'm a 12E. It's not a common size. What are you? You look like a 10D, or maybe DD. You have fantastic breasts. Steve certainly seems to like them, don't you, baby?"

Steve didn't respond directly to me, but he started to grunt in rhythm, and I knew he was getting close. Lily had been moaning loudly throughout the whole thing, and now when his pelvis started to pound harder and faster, she started to talk.

"Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Fuck, that feels good." I knew Steve didn't like girls to talk during sex unless told to, but he was so close I wondered if he even cared at this point. Suddenly, undirected, she said the word that gets Steve every single time. His name.

"Oh ... oh... oh, Stephen!" In that instant he looked directly at me, pulled out of Lily's wet cunt, and pulling off the condom with a loud moan, spurted all over her breasts. There was a long, quiet moment, while the three of us all felt the release, and then the next act began.

"Clean." He pointed at Lily's breasts. They were covered in wet white cum. I looked at Lily, and she smiled. She'd been expecting this.

"Yes, Sir," I said obediently, and bent my head to her soft breasts. She tasted of Steve. I love the taste of Steve. I ran my tongue around her gorgeous soft chest, sucking up drops of my Sir's delicious juice. I licked her nipple and she shivered and moaned again. Only then did I realise she hadn't come yet. Steve was standing over to one side of the bed, clearing away the condom and wrapper, and sipping tea. Watching us; watching me. I sucked her nipples and looked at him while I did it; I knew he knew she was as yet unsatisfied. I didn't use my hands because I hadn't been told to. I just put all my effort into cleaning her up, as instructed, and any pleasure she got out of it was incidental. My tongue was my focus; I tried not to think about the fact that I could smell her cunt, and feel her hips pulsating beneath me. She wanted me, I knew, and it was dawning on her that she couldn't have me unless Steve said so. She did what she could to convince him.

"Leisl. Leisl ... Leisl, Leisl, ohhhh god, Leisl," she moaned, over and over again, and I realised she knew my name; they must have talked about me in the cab. My own pussy was responding to her breasts, her moans, my own name, as much as it ever did to Steve, but still I did nothing to appease myself. I sucked up the last of his cum, swallowed, and sat back on my feet. I was still fully clothed.

"Good girl." Steve patted me on the head like a pet as he walked around the bed. I waited for instructions. Thoughts raced through my head. Would he get me to eat her? I'd only done that once before, with Vivienne, and I wasn't certain I would like Lily's flavour as much. Would he use her again in front of me? I loved that, but he seemed pretty spent. Lily hadn't come yet. Surely that would feature in his next move? He seemed to be weighing something up in his head, and I wondered what was going to happen next. Then he nodded. He'd made up his mind.

"Lily. You come with me. Slut, fold our clothes and come downstairs." I did as I was told.

As I descended the stairs, still in my clothes and heels, I heard them talking. I just heard Lily saying, "Oh, that sounds wonderful!", before I rounded the corner, and they both looked up at me.

They were seated on the couch, snuggled together and with his arm around her shoulders, hand on breast, in a classic date-movie pose. I felt a pang, and briefly considered safewording out of the room and the situation, and then I caught sight of it. Steve's tattoo. L for Leisl; L for love. I was his Forever-Girl. He was my Sir. I would do whatever he asked.

"Lily is going to show me she means business. Slut, you will lick Lily's cunt." I thought so. He picked up a cushion from the couch and tossed it on the floor in front of Lily. Sweet, he was still taking care of his loving little slut. Lily took a deep breath, looked at Steve, and positioned her legs. With his hands guiding her, she planted her red satin heels firmly on the floor, opened her knees, wider, and looked at Steve. He had his hand gently on her throat, holding her head so she couldn't turn to look at me. As I knelt in front of her, I saw that Steve's other hand was holding her wrists together in front of her. Her two hands, encircled by one of his, were just centimetres from my face. Below that, her absolutely soaked, lacy underwear. Steve moved his hand, holding Lily's hands, a little lower, and using one finger he pushed aside her pants, revealing her pink, wet pussy to me. I was glad to realise it smelled lovely to me, similar to my own. Lily sucked her breath in, hard, when Steve's finger passed over her engorged clit, and his hand on her throat tightened.

"Look only at me. Not at her. I am the one doing this to you. She is just my slave, a tool I use to fuck you. I am making you come tonight, Lily. Me."

Steve lifted his hand, still holding Lily's wrists together, and before I knew what he was going to do he pushed down on the back of my head, tilting me forward into Lily's cunt. She almost screamed. It was cut off abruptly with a little gurgling sound, and I knew Steve's hand had clamped about her throat. I instinctively pushed out my tongue, and found her pussy to be softer than I expected. I wiggled my tongue a little, testing the flavour, and quickly found a deep opening. I pushed my tongue out as far as it would go, and Lily tensed around me. I flicked it a few times, seeing what would get the most reaction, noting that almost any movement I made got her moaning again. I decided that I would be Steve's cock for him. I pulled my tongue into my mouth, and quickly pushed it back out again. I fucked her with my small, wet cock-tongue for several minutes, turning my head this way and that to get her to make different sounds. Steve said not a word. In my peripheral vision I saw him above me, his mouth full of one amazing breast. That thought made me want to try harder, to please him by making this beautiful girl come in his arms. Suddenly the image of her, writhing and screaming with pleasure under his hands, with my tongue up her cunt, got me going more than anything else that night. I pumped harder.

I heard Lily's voice, coming from somewhere above me, a strangled sound breathing, "Oh lord, oh fuck, oh yes ..." Well, all I can say is, it did something to me. A switch flipped in my head. I stopped thinking about anything rational, anything logical, and I turned into a cunt-licking creature with no other purpose in life. I used my hands (very naughty of me) to gain leverage. I grabbed Lily's thighs and moved my face around and around, using my tongue, my nose, my chin, anything I could to elicit more of those hot moans from above me. My face was covered in her viscous pussy juice and I didn't care. My only goal was to make her scream.

Finally, I did it. She shrieked, "Stephen!" again, and collapsed. Her pussy convulsed, over and over again, slower and slower, around my still-protruding tongue. I knew, from Vivienne, and from my own experience, that I had to stop moving against her cunt or it would be uncomfortable for her. I started to move my head away, but two hands with long nails grabbed my hair and pushed my face back where it had been. My open mouth still feeling her pussy shudder, I moved not a muscle, and she spoke.

"Stephen, that was incredible. Your slut is amazing. You made me come like I don't think I ever have before. Thank you, very much." He smiled, and kissed her. My face still buried between her legs, I listened to my Sir kiss his new fucktoy passionately, his hand still against her throat.

She told us later that that was when she knew, that whatever it was we had going on, she wanted in.