Carrie and Mike Pt. 09

Mike was quietly researching a new camera lens he's had his eye on for several months when Carrie abruptly opens the door and walks in authoritatively. She just returned from the gym, her favorite place, still glistening with sweat, chalk visible on her hands and upper chest from the barbell. Her shirt was off and hanging from waist of her silkies (very short nylon running shorts), exposing her abs and impressive shoulders and her NoBull sports bra, beautifully containing--yet hinting--at her body underneath.

"Hey babe, how was it?" Mike asked, being reminded subconsciously at his own work he's put in to transform his long, lean body to a bulkier frame with Carrie's coaching.

"It was great! Sam was there, Meg had to dip early, but it was the usual suspects overall." She replied, walking towards the refrigerator to retrieve a prepared meal, key to her fitness goals.

Mike's mind quickly raced to Sam and when they both came home to surprise Mike with one of the sexiest experiences of his life. Carrie vaguely picked up on it and, while she didn't know if it actually crossed her face, she smirked. She knew what he was thinking and she loved it.

"Was it the typical AMRAP or anything new?" Mike asked, trying to pivot away from Sam just in case Carrie ever doubted him and his loyalty. Of course she didn't, but Mike's insistent efforts to be a gentleman sometimes limited his ability to express his various lusts.

"It was, but I went for broke for dead lift instead. I almost, almost, hit a new PR but wasn't quite there. It didn't help that the second half of the workout Sam was distracting me. She always takes off her shirt-- I consider myself straight, but seeing those tits in the low cut stuff she wears, and her tattoos? Fuck me. It's like she's trained to fuck and knows it."

Mike hid his reaction as he mentally agreed with Carrie in her description of Sam. Both women were fit and ripped, their years of hard training paying off into becoming two very tough, confident athletes. Carrie has a more natural body and an arm covered in tattoos, with beautiful visible abs tracing down to amazing v-lines. Mike was always enamored by Carrie, staying true to his interests in extremely fit women. Sam's main feature was her own favorite; two gorgeous breasts provided by one of the best surgeons in the field, and she knew how to flaunt them expertly. Her own trained athletic physique only added to her allure. And while Mike was obsessed with every inch of Carrie's body, Sam's tits, pierced nipples and all, were sometimes the subject of fantasy for him, especially after he watched Sam masturbate as he fucked Carrie.

Carrie knew exactly how Mike's mind functioned. Despite his everlasting efforts to remain a gentlemen, his sexuality was a secondary driving force. She knew where his mind would be that moment and assumed he was visualizing Sam, an erection slowly growing under the table.

"It was still so hot to watch her cum as you fucked my brains out." Carrie dropped, unexpectedly a moment later.

Shocked but relieved the conversation was going the direction he needed it, Mike agreed: "Fuck yeah it was. It's like she came involuntarily as she watched me creampie you."

"Right? And who knew she'd love cum as much as I do, that little cumslut! And you, for that matter." Carrie continued, giving Mike a wink, acknowledging his interest in snowballing and cumplay.

At this point, Mike felt his shorts getting tighter as he swelled; he was comfortable with it and Carrie knowing, since usually this talk ends with an orgasm for them both; lately, with Carrie dismounting to take Mike's pleasure into her mouth and over her chest. He stood, his shorts concealing almost nothing, his arousal obvious.

Carrie's eyes dropped to his erection, an object of absolute lust for her. He was massive, the largest she's had, and the most skilled in bed she's had. The fact that he produces an excessive amount of semen and has a talent for multiple orgasms was only a bonus she didn't expect when she first saw him. She was always proud of how she knew exactly what Mike needed to go from zero to one hundred with only a few sentences. He could do the same for her which did wonders for their sex life.

Carrie continued after she knew Mike enjoyed that she watched his erection as he stood, almost showing it off. Her slight smile of accomplishment told Mike she wanted him to be hard.

"Do you remember, at the very end of that... after you filled this tight little pussy with all that cum..." she dropped the graphic language with intentional neediness to it, knowing Mike found few things sexier than dirty talking, "what Sam said?"

Mike continued getting out from behind the table, his eyes locked on Carrie's, one hand dropping to massage himself through his shorts. He answered, "How sexy she thought it was to watch me cum?" He dragged the word 'cum' out just a bit, knowing Carrie's kink for it.

"No." She replied, almost abruptly against the flirtatious flow of the conversation. "She said something else," she continued, again changing tone to an almost purr. Mike squinted his eyes just a bit, knowing something was brewing in Carrie's mind...

"She said, Mike," Carrie almost moaned, breathily, knowing the affect it has on Mike, his hand still massaging himself. "That she wanted to feel that cock cum all over her" she emphasized the word 'cock', which Mike almost felt in his with a throb. "Remember that?" Carrie continued, teasing Mike by bringing her hands to her chest, taking a handful of her tits, emphasizing arousal almost comedically. Her eyes were those of mischief and teasing.

"Oh, yeah, I remember that," Mike responded as he stepped forward, his eyes still locked on Carrie's with intent "I remember how fucking hot she thought it was as I splashed cum all over your gorgeous fucking body, and how good it tasted as I licked it off your tits and fed it to you... like the good girl you are for me." He closed the gap between himself and his love. "I remember how fucking hard you came as I fucked you, bent over the couch with Sam fucking herself with her fingers... like such a horny slut." At the last few words, he forcefully reached out and pulled Carrie to him, his left hand on her ass as right hand found the back of her neck. She melted every time he took charge like this, feeling herself melt into his hard body, feeling him throb against her.

"Exactly... she loved watching your huge cock cum and cum and cum... and she still wants it."

Mike paused, his erection still pressed into Carrie's stomach, almost fully hard, "Oh yeah? Is that what she distracted you with at the gym today? Not that hard body, but by telling you that she wants your boyfriend to shoot his cum all over her body?"

"She got to that part... she tested the waters, and the waters were warm and wet..." She extended her tongue to briefly outline Mike's left year as she felt him throb against her and pull her closer. She knew was driving him wild. "If you must know... she told me what she's been getting off to lately... videos of solo guys, stroking themselves..." Carrie watched Mike's eyes almost flicker, full of lust. "She plays with that pretty little pussy," again choosing her words strategically and feeling him throb and press into her more, "to guys stroking their cocks and cumming all over themselves." Carrie teased, recalling how abrupt Sam was in sharing that information.

"Oh yeah? So Sam likes cock and cum that much...?" Mike said, his grip on Carrie's neck tightening but still comforting, his other hand massaging her ass.

"She loves cock... but she did have one complaint... well, two if I should be specific." She winked, Mike catching on, reality meeting his fantasies. "Her complaints... those cocks don't cum as much as you do, remember: she's an absolutely cumslut... and she can't feel those cocks paint her sexy body... she can't play with it and can't taste those loads through the screen."

Mike, painfully hard now and at the complete mercy of the love of his life, grunted, and as he did seemed to rotate his hips up, gently humping her abs.

"Now, I think we can help her with that... do you want Sam's pussy to cum really, really, fucking hard?" Carrie mewed into his ear, "And you know that I want to share my man's long, thick, throbbing cock with my best friend... and that I want you to shower her with every drop of cum you have..." She whispered into his ear, her hand dropping to his throbbing erection, now wetted by the precum he's leaked by the last several minutes. Carrie was in heaven, knowing how much control she had over such an amazing man. She was just as aroused as he was, but wouldn't act on anything... that wasn't part of the plan.

"Of course I'd fucking want that," Mike responded, almost breaking character from his dominant side, "If you want to watch me cum all over Sam, I'll stroke my cock and shoot ropes all over her, but only if you're there watching..." Mike groaned into her ear, a fantasy of his on the cusp of becoming reality. And the clarification that he'd only do this with Carrie in the room to control the situation to be within her limits of comfort provided the safety he needed to continue with the fantasy.

"Of course I'd be there, you think I don't want to watch this amazing cock shoot all over her? I'll be taking care of myself as you take care of her..." She winked, stepping back from Mike, surprising him. He shook his head, almost like coming out of a daze, the spell Carrie had on him broken, leaving only his shorts with a large wet spot and his massive erection.

Carrie sized him up and down. "I know it's been five days since we've fucked, and for that I'm sorry. I've been working long hours. Have you stroked yourself since then?" She asked, her eyes dropping again to the cock which remained exclusively at her control. She knew it was for her, but was more than willing to be liberal with her emotional ownership over Mike, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

"I haven't cum in five days... since I fucked you against the brick wall behind the gym and painted that amazing face with my entire shot." Mike seductively replied, advancing again towards Carrie but being met with a playful hand in the face, keeping him at bay. He chuckled at her control.

"How bad do you need to cum right now, babe?" She purred, eyes glued to his cock.

"Really, really fucking bad."

"And five days... do you think you'll cum a lot for us?"

Us? Mike's mind raced, thrown off track from simple dirty talk to the verge of reality. "For us?" He almost stumbled out, trying to maintain his suave posture which only Carrie ever brought him into comfort with during their relationship.

"For us." Carrie's lustful gaze shut down as she crossed her arms in front of her strong body. "Like I said, Sam loves watching guys cum, but wishes the cocks she watches cum more and wishes she could feel all of it splash against her body as she masturbates. She very pointedly informed me during our workout that if she's playing with herself watching a guy, and she feels his cum splashing all over her, she cums instantly. She really, really loves cum and cumshots." Her tone continued as if they were discussing a financial transaction, again throwing Mike out of his lustful state. He struggled to keep up and comprehend what was happening.

Carrie continued after a brief pause, watching the confusion on her lover's face, "That's why, in just a little bit, Sam is going to stop by for awhile. We're going to have some fun. And then you are going to give her the show she needs to really make herself cum."

Mike stared in disbelief, his cock growing even more.

"Sam is going to visit, we'll have a drink, and then I think I want to watch both of you masturbate. You know she loves your cock, Sweetie, and I think you know how sexy it is when you cum. So today, I want to watch her cum as you cum all over her. Are you okay with that?" Her voice shifted back to her usual self as she called him by one of her pet names for her.

"And your sure?" Mike, collecting his thoughts, asked.

"I am, but only if you are; I figured you'd love to jerk off for her but if you aren't ready for interaction with only her, we can totally cancel, she'd understand." Carrie's voice went to the one he so loved, complete concern for healthy communication and boundaries. Affirming that if he wasn't ready that he had an out and a safe space to do it without judgement from Carrie. She prided herself on pushing Mike's limits, but always staying in his zone.

Mike, appreciating her efforts of enticing him then ensuring he felt safe to turn down the surprising offer, responded, "If Sam, with that amazing body, the same woman who already fucked herself watching me fuck you, wants to watch me stroke my cock and shoot all over her, who would I be to turn her down?" He smiled, assuring his partner that he was fully on board.

"And if you get a little carried away... we can play it by ear... as long as we all cum really, really fucking hard. What are your limits?"

Mike thought for a brief second, "I don't know if I'm ready to do anything else without you participating, but we can play it by ear. It's one of my fantasies, but I want this to be for you and Sam."

"Good. I think you're right only because I don't think she's entirely ready for that, even though I'd love to watch your cock absolutely stretch her bald pussy out." Her dirty talk returned, knowing Mike was in urgent need to cum at this fantasy turned real life.

"So, when are we thinking about setting this up?" Mike asked eagerly, mentally tallying the weekend and agonizing that it was only Tuesday.

"I don't want to keep you waiting, not with the load you have saved up... if we waited too long, I'd be sucking you dry before she gets the chance... I was thinking soon. Can you be ready in ten minutes?"

Mike was shocked. "Ten minutes?! Are you serious?"

Carrie chuckled, "I'm absolutely fucking serious. She's at the coffee shop down the street, waiting for me to text her that she needs to either go home and watch more porn or if she should come here," Carrie closed the distance, reaching for Mike's returned erection, "To feel this. Fucking. Cock. Cum." She squeezed his cock through his shorts, watching the wet spot grow even more as he moaned.

"Okay," was all Mike could stammer out.

"So, should I text her?" She squeezed. "Should I tell her that you want to cum?" She squeezed. "Should I tell her that my boyfriend, the most amazing man on the planet, wants her to watch you stroke your gorgeous cock?" She squeezed. "That you want to shoot a giant fucking load all over her sexy cumslut body as she finger fucks that gorgeous, delicious pussy?" She squeezed and held as Mike could only muster moans and a few grunts, his head thrown back in painful, agonizing, horny pleasure and anticipation. She let go. "I'll tell her to swing on by then."

And with that, Carrie winked, released her grip, and walked away as if they had just discussed a shopping list, leaving Mike in complete amazement. He watched as she typed a few words into her phone as she left the room. "Are you serious?" He called out, jokingly, as how weird the situation was.

"Of course, she'll be here in a few moments, why don't you pour some wine? I have an idea," she responded. Mike smiled, totally enamored by the woman he so dearly loved. He wondered how he got so lucky with such a compatible partner on every level, and how it had taken so long to realize it within each other.

"With your ideas, who the fuck knows what it might be," He smiled to himself, muttering the words as he started pouring three glasses.

Mike's erection had hardly abated when there was a knock at the door. As he turned to answer it, Carrie beat him to it, knowing Sam had arrived. He overheard the guest ask "And your sure he's totally on board?"

"He is, you should see how hard he is right now! I can't wait." Carrie proudly responded, knowing her man was the object of lust of such an amazing woman as Sam.

"Good, I can't tell you how many times I've fantasized about this... ever since I saw him fuck you half to death," Sam stated as her hand gently found Carrie's ass, still in her silkies, before sliding up to her hip, then waist. Carrie immediately recognized the intent of her friend's hand, and that of her body yearning for more and curious about where it might lead down the road. For now, she was intent on watching her boyfriend cum all over her best friend and gym partner.

"Me too," Carrie whispered back, her tone designed to reflect the same message as Sam's wandering hand, "And he hasn't cum in days... I hope you're ready for a huge mess, you little cumslut" She jokingly snickered.

Sam could only grunt as they entered the kitchen, a suddenly--and charactistially--bashful Mike stood up from leaning on the counter to greet their guest. "Hey Sam, glad to see you..."

"You too!" Sam's tone shifted, recognizing how different the situation is, "I know this is weird, so what all did Carrie tell you?"

Mike, received at Sam's subtle awkwardness, felt a bit more confident knowing he wasn't the odd man out in comfort zones, "Well, that you enjoy watching men stroke themselves" (he watched his language), "and finish, but that you haven't been entirely impressed."

Sam nodded, also recognizing the new comfort and her own confidence, "That's right... I love men stroking their cocks, especially if they are gorgeous, until they cum." She chose her words as carefully as he did, but upped the ante to where she knew they both were. Mike smiled as Carrie, from the corner, sipped her wine and groaned at the eroticism she was witnessing before her. Smiling, Mike picked up both remaining glasses and handed one to Sam, giving a 'cheers' motion with his before shipping. She joined.

For Carrie, not only was this an opportunity to surprise Mike with something she knew he wanted, nor was it so her friend could have something amazing to masturbate to. It was about watching two people with a sexual connection get each other off. She found it so erotic and fascinating in a way she hadn't previously recognized. She knew her relationship with Mike was not at any risk with this encounter but fully appreciated the sexual tension between the two people she cared about most unfold before her. She sipped her drink, eyes darting back and forth, watching the horny chemistry play out before her as she felt her body crave touch, penetration, and release. She put her needs out of her mind to focus on the show.

Mike continued his unknowing performance for his partner as if on queue: "So, Sam, you love to watch big cocks cum hard... just like how you watched me drench Carrie as you fingered that gorgeous pussy?"

Sam almost blushed but caught herself "Of course. And I want you to absolutely drench me, too... but only if you think you want to stroke your cock while I'm on my knees begging you to cum."

Sam's words were the trump card. Her abrupt strike on Mike's biggest kink stuttered his thinking, only a smile forming without words. Carrie's eyes lit up as she saw his expression, then turned and saw the same on Sam's face. Pure lust. How the two weren't fucking right now was beyond her; she respected their control. Carrie broke the seconds of silence.

"Fuck. Mike, do you need to cum? Sam, do you need to cum?" She asked.

The answer was simultaneous from both sides of the kitchen: "Fuck yeah I need to cum."

"Good." Carrie smirked and sipped, both sets of eyes watching her, knowing that ultimately she was the ringmaster. And lead the way she did: "Sam, you just left the gym, right?" Knowing the answer.

"I did..."

"And so you probably want to wash up just a little bit, right? Strip those clothes off, feel hot water cascade over that..." She drew it out, letting both partners watch as her eyes dropped, devouring Sam's powerful body, "body?"

Picking up on the idea, Sam agreed: "I'd love to rinse off and get ready... if that's okay with you, Mike..."

"Of course it is... anything to make you comfortable... especially if I get to watch."

Sam replied with a playful smirk, "Well yeah you'll get to watch... I want your cock needing a release... and if watching me feel my body under hot water... maybe touching myself... turns you on..." She turned to Carrie, "and turns you on... then I think you should watch." Breaking her seductive tone, she admitted "of course, I'll probably need to cum in the shower since this is so fucking sexy and hot." She laughed authentically, bringing the overall mood from a staged eroticism to a fun event between three friends. All three thrived in this type of environment, with both Mike and Carrie being grateful to let go of the faux-seriousness of the initial meeting.

Carrie continued the move, "Well then, you horny sexy fucking people, let's hit the showers!" She jested almost like a coach, Sam following in trail with Mike walking, his massive erection leading his way. They entered the master bathroom and Sam wasted no time turning around, reaching to her shirt, and peeling it off. Both witnesses stared, admiring such a hard body. Her barbell piercings were evident through her sports bra, a fact that Sam only smiled at, proud of how irresistible she looked. She quickly looped her thumbs under it and pulled up slowly, allowing her breasts to be pulled up before falling down, free, bouncing for the show to Carrie and Mike. Both were enamored by how gorgeous her tits, especially with the pierced nipples, were. Mike felt his cock throb.

Mike turned to Carrie, unsure if he should join Sam or not. Carrie eyed both of them, and suggested that they should both rinse off a bit before the fun really started. Her recommendation was met with bright smiles as Sam stepped into the glassed-in shower.

Her body was gorgeous, nude, her muscles and tattoos accentuating a fierce woman, her breasts and piercings adding a sexual promiscuity to it that was captivating. Mike and Carrie both appreciated watching the water run down her body, her smile beaming towards Mike, pure excitement that a masturbatory fantasy was about to unfold with her best friend's lover.

Mike shrugged towards Carrie and peeled off his shorts, his impressive cock finally springing free. Sam almost gasped seeing it, especially with the head and first several inches of his length soaked in his precum, as Carrie smiled proudly that that's her cock, ready to fuck her anytime she needed. She turned towards Sam, her eyes glued to Mike's ready dick. He stepped forward and opened the door to the shower as she made room, her eyes never leaving his hard-on.

Carrie sipped her drink, then instructed the two unsure participants, "No touching yet... just look... don't even touch yourselves." The last guidance was met with painful moans from both Sam and Mike, who were eager to feel pleasure. Both were breathing heavy, the epitome of horniness, and Carrie only drank it in, fighting her own urges to sink two fingers into her wet pussy as she palmed her clit. She'd have to wait, but not for long.

Sam made a show of running her hands over her body, carefully following her friend's directions, despite her needing pussy. Mike simply stood, watching and smiling, their eyes occasionally meeting, but all the while with his cock as hard as it could get, huge, standing almost upright with a slight curve, bobbing just a bit with his heartbeat. Sam had never seen such a large or gorgeous cock and struggled to keep his gaze, yet her eyes betrayed her glancing down to see her object of lust begging for a partner to sink into. "If only he'd fuck my holes..." she thought to herself, thinking of the physical sensation of taking something so big into her mouth, her pussy, and even her ass. The thoughts sent a wave of anticipatory pleasure down her entire body, perceptible to both Mike and Carrie.

Carrie, enjoying the show and uncomfortably wet and aroused, deduced they were both teased enough, now suggesting "Well... how about you two sexy fucking people get dried off... I have an idea. And no touching." She turned with her drink and left the room, leaving Mike and Carrie almost confused as they turned off the water and exited the shower, paying attention to avoid even the most accidental of grazes.

Mike handed Sam a towel before they almost frantically dried off, doing the bare minimum to hurry and catch Carrie. They found her around the corner, the lights dimmed, sitting in a chair, drink in hand and legs crossed. Her confidence and ownership of the moment dominated the room with both Mike and Sam realizing that while this was for them, they were also giving Carrie a show that she'd herself direct.

"Sam, I think you should sink to your knees, spread them, and sit back... show us that amazing body..." Carrie embraced her role as director.

Sam nodded and moved closer to Carrie, watching her friend sitting and grinning, before turning back towards Mike and following her instructions. She sank slowly to her knees and sat back on her heels, leaning back onto a posted arm behind her. Her position accentuated her breasts and provided a view of her soaked excitement; knowing she was on full display for the first time, Sam felt a rush of excitement pulse through her body, emanating from her bald pussy.

"Now, Mike... since our slutty little friend her loves to watch big cocks cum... why don't you stand directly in front of her and give her a close up view of how fucking hard you are." Carrie smirked, failing at containing her excitement, obvious through her voice, erect nipples, flushed face, and heavy breathing. Her smile was permanent on her face as she attempted, and failed, at playing it cool.

Sam's eyes were glued to Mike's swinging erection as he approached, taking position only a couple of feet from her face. With her body leaning back, he was almost straddling her knees standing so that he'd drip all over her. She wanted the same thing and took a deep nervous and excited breath.

"There you go Sam... that cock is for your viewing pleasure. Mike, Sam's amazing body is there for you to stroke that cock to, and to absolutely fucking paint with your cum. Our little cumslut on her knees deserves a big fucking load, doesn't she?" Carrie smirked, losing herself in the moment and slouching down in the chair until her back was on the seat, her legs uncrossed and spread wide as she settled in. Her hand traced from her neck slowly down to the top of her silkies running shorts. Both performers saw her shutter and show restraint, aware of how painfully bad she wanted to pleasure herself. Her arousal was implicit permission to enjoy themselves as they masturbate and cum together.

"Baby, why don't you give that wet slut a little taste of your precum..."

Sam nodded, desperately restraining herself from sucking Mike but knowing tonight was not that night. Mike dropped a hand to the base of his cock and used his index finger along the underside to tightly and slowly stroke to his head, squeezing out a pour of precum, running down his cock and over his hand into a mess. He extended two soaked fingers to Sam, who immediately sucked them into her mouth, savoring the taste and texture. She moaned and ran her tongue all over his digits lost in lust. She looked up into his eyes, content she sucked his fingers clean, and slowly withdrew her face back into her leaning position, spit running down the corner of her mouth.

"Sam... how wet is that pussy?" Carrie asked, unable to wait any long after watching her friends slutty display.

Desperately chuckling, "It's fucking soaked and needs to fucking cum. Can I play with it yet?"

Carrie smirked, then gave permission: "Play with that fucking pussy and show us how hard you want to cum."

In an instant, Sam's hand was rubbing up and down, her head involuntarily thrown back at the release of heated tension, an exhaling moan flooding the room. Her hand made quick circles over her entire pussy, her hips rocking forward slightly at the sensation as her body begged for more. Mike's own moan at the scene in front of him was electric, sending waves down Carrie's spine as Sam didn't notice, engrossed in her pleasure. After a few excited breaths, Sam's head rose, her eyes glued to Mike's cock.

Mike stared in disbelieve at Sam beneath him, appreciating one of the sexiest and most erotic things he's ever seen. Her perfect tits, her hand soaking on her pussy, but the look of pure lust in her eyes just staring at his erection, her tongue impatiently searching her mouth for more precum, craving rather a cock in her mouth.

Mike's appreciate was distracted after a second by his lover. "Mike, baby, how fucking hot is Sam right now?" Mike shifted his gaze to his partner in the chair a few feet away. His eyes grew with his smile as he saw that Carrie had joined Sam and was rubbing herself over her shorts, her face obviously lost in lust as well.

"She looks so fucking hot right now babe, and with you like that, fuck. I don't know if I'll need to even tough myself to cum." He chuckled.

"Sam is being such a good thirsty cumslut for you baby... so why don't you stroke that fucking cock for her... make it nice and slow... give her a fucking show." Carrie's voice trailed slightly as the pleasure she gave herself took over.

Mike smiled and turned his attention back to Sam who now had two fingers sunk into herself, rapidly bringing her to climax. Even though his cock was soaked by his excitement, he seized the opportunity and extended his hand to Sam. "Spit in my fucking hand so I can stroke this cock for you..."

The dominant tone worked, her eyes meeting his, lost in pleasure. She moaned slightly, then took action, leaning forward and spitting in his hand. His hand remained and she spit again before he assured her "Good girl... I'm going to love feeling your spit on this fucking cock."

For the first time in this entire encounter, Mike finally felt his own pleasure, his hand gripping himself at the wet head and sliding back, soaking his impressive length with both his precum and Sam's spit. His words echoed in Sam's head and drove her wild. Carrie, wide eyed, was stunned at Mike's dominant side emerging, and even more shocked at how sexy she thought it was that he'd tease Sam like that with his words. Her other hand reached down and pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her wetness and allowing her busy hand direct contact. She moaned. Sam and Mike glanced over and were only empowered by watching their gorgeous, fit friend finger fucking herself to both of them. Both felt empowered that their friend could masturbate just watching their bodies experience pleasure, bringing forth an irresistible sexual aggression and confidence. They renewed their efforts.

Sam was quickly approaching orgasm, her voice growing louder and her hand more frantic. Her knees were pulling together just a bit. Carrie noticed and encouraged her friend, who she now saw in a different light than before. "Yeah? How's that pussy feel right now, Sam, is it nice and fucking wet for us?" The word 'us' slipped out again and both noticed it. For the first time Carrie appreciated how sexy Sam was in a different way... the she wanted to fuck Sam herself.

"So fucking good, this is fucking awesome!" Sam replied happily, glancing towards her friend and seeing Carrie's eyes glued to her pussy and hand. She was invigorated knowing her friend might cum like this. Her attention was drawn to the giant cock directly in front of her face as she continued her answer: "This hole is so fucking wet baby, that fucking cock looks so good... I need to feel all of that delicious cum land on my entire body!" She threw in a moan to emphasize her point, aware of the impact it would have on her audience. Mike groaned at her words. It worked and only brought Sam closer to orgasm. She knew it was going to be powerful; she's been wet for well over an hour, needing release, and she was nearing the precipice.

"Mike, how fucking hot does Sam look fucking herself for you, baby?"

"So fucking good..." his tone shifted "Even better after I cum all over that tight fucking body though..." He answered Carrie while staring deep into Sam's thirsty eyes, recognizing that he brought her closer to the edge by forcing her to imagine his cumshot. "Your fucking tits are going to look so sexy dripping with my cum," he continued, eliciting more moaning from Sam. Both were nearing climax, with Carrie close behind, trying to contain herself to cum last.

"Would you cum for us really fucking hard if you felt Mike's cum spray across your body? Would you be that good of a filthy cumslut for us?" Carrie could hardly get the words out, earning only a nod from Sam, breathing heavy and only uttering "fuck, fuck, fuck," as she continued towards the edge.

"Mike, fucking cum all over her, let her see your fucking cock explode for her like a horny wet slut. Fucking cum for us right now, baby, please, she needs your cum!" Carrie's words were perfectly chosen to illicit the response she and Sam both needed.

Involuntarily, Mike felt it. His orgasm was immediate hearing Carries words. His hips slammed forward without thinking, fucking his hand, with Sam looking up directly at his cock. He exploded. His first rope of cum was almost never ending, two powerful contractions merging into one by how much cum he was shooting directly into Sam's cheeks, chin, neck, and tits. Her mouth opened automatically, catching his second impressive rope of cum which reached all the way across her face, down her neck and onto her chest. Her body responded as Carrie wanted... she tensed up as her hand went frantic and let out a loud--almost painful moan as she came. Her hand refused to slow down as she forced her eyes to open, continuing to watch Mike lose control. His third rope was just as powerful as his second as he did his best to aim at her open mouth and chin, her eyes watching him fuck his hand. The sensation of his cum hitting her body accentuated her orgasm, knowing that every drop landing on her was reward for how sexy she was for him, driving her orgasm longer and hard with each new splash. His cock was drenched and creamy and he kept spraying her. She felt every drop hit her body; she had never felt sexier and continued to ride her orgasm, a third finger joining the other two as she pumped them in and out of her hole.

Mike was watching in pure pleasure and almost disbelief. He knew he had large cumshots, but this surprised him. He groaned loudly, rivaling Sam's orgasmic bliss as he kept cumming. By the fifth shot, the ropes finally started diminishing, but not by much. From the nose down, Sam was soaked, cum running out of her mouth and onto her soaked chin, off her chin onto her already soaked tits, down her abs to her hands. It almost didn't look real, and if it was real it must have been the work of five men. But it was only Mike. By the twelfth and final rope, he finally came down from his orgasm. Sam stared in disbelieve at him, her hand finally slowed on herself, but her other hand now rubbing across her entire body, rubbing his load around as if it was lotion, purely amazed at how much cum she wore, her attention now turned to admiring her soaked body.

Mike's attention was drawn by movement to Carrie, who was curled up almost into a ball. Her knees tucked up, she was on her side in the chair so both could clearly see her pussy. Two fingers were buried in it, still, as she convulsed through the final throws of her orgasm. She didn't make a sound; Mike recognized this. He knew she just had an extremely strong orgasm watching both of them. He took a breath as Carrie started to unwind, rotating back upright, her eyes glued to Sam's body. Sam remained on her knees, her hands slowly running up and down her soaked body, breathing heavily. She looked up at Mike and smiled in disbelief at what just happened, his cock still above her and slowly dripping long strings to her thighs.

"Holy fuck... that was amazing. You came so fucking much... fuck..." She drew out the last word, already reliving the sensation of feeling herself get plastered by him. She looked down to admire how filthy and slutty she looked, feeling sexier than she ever had. She knew she looked great covered in cum and this proved it. She looked up at Mike again, watching her, and smiled proudly at how sexy her body looked painted. She looked towards her friend Carrie, eyes now beaming in excitement. "Thank you, I fucking dreamed of this for so long... it was even better than I thought!"

Carrie, her mind racing through her earlier recognition at sexual attraction to her filthy cumslut friend in front of her, paused just a moment, weighing her next actions. She knew what she wanted to do, and took the risk...

Almost taunting her filthy friend, still slowly pushing Mike's cum around her body, Carrie replied "Yeah? I bet it felt fucking sexy to feel my man explode all over you... and you moaned like such a good little slut for him..." Carrie moved to slowly slink off the chair as she spoke, confusing Mike, but her intention almost clear to Sam.

"I wanted to be the best fucking slut for your man... I wanted his gorgeous cock to cum as hard as it could for me... and for you to watch... did I do a good job?" Sam met Carrie's energy perfectly, Carrie encouraged by the change of dynamic, fueling her own bold curiosity.

Mike stood in disbelief as this encounter unfolded, his cock only slightly abating it's painful hardness only to be reinvigorated.

"You did such a good job baby..." Carrie purred, now on all fours and inches from Sam's soaked face, "you were our perfect slut to cum for." She emphasized 'our' affirming to Sam that Carrie came for her.

Almost breathless, Sam's eyes lit up at the praise and a slight smile of excitement spread across her face. Mike's cum was still all over her cheeks and chin, with one rope up her forward to her hairline, as she gazed not at Mike's erection, but Carrie's erotic expression.

In one swift movement, Carrie closed the distance with her face. With her right hand, she gently took Sam's slick chin and held as she killed Sam deeply. Sam exhaled in relieved surprise, lost in the moment and growing lust. She never felt this before but surrendered to her passions immediately, her tongue finding Carrie's without hesitation as both moaned into each others' mouths.

Mike, respecting this transformative moment for the woman he loved, took a slight step back, his erection now throbbing again.

Carrie broke the kiss in a smooth motion, her tongue leaving Sam's only to trace her cheek, lapping at the cum she still wore. She quickly brought it back to Sam's willing mouth, breathing deeply and shocked at how erotic the moment was; her best friend was licking her boyfriend's cum off her face and feeding it to her off her tongue. Sam moaned in pleasure, enamored by the eroticism. Carrie lost herself in the moment, more and more eagerly trying to lick all the cum off her friend's face and feed to her with deep kisses. Her hand left Sam's chin and went to the small of her back, signaling Sam to surrender her position and lay down on her back, legs extended now. With her back planted on the floor, Carrie repositioned herself on top of Sam, now laying down on her in missionary position. Their breasts pressed together as both felt Mike's load smear across both their bodies as if it were massage oil. Both loved the sensation and moved intentionally to feel the slickness between them.

Carrie continued to kiss Sam deeply, their lurid tongues coated in the remains of Mike's release. Carrie took another both move. She shifted her legs and straddled Sam's left quad, which had caught a significant amount of cum dripping off Sam's body. Without thinking about it, Carrie ground her hips forward, humping Sam's leg, feeling how soaked Mike had left her. Carrie's hands now cradled Sam's head, still kissing deeply and passionately as Sam's hands found Carrie's body, exploring her body before firmly gripping her ass, now only partially covered by her soaked short shorts now. Sam pulled them down and firmly--hungrily--gripped Carrie's firm as, spreading her cheeks and helping her friend grind her pussy directly onto her own thigh, bringing her foot up to better position her thigh for Carrie to hump. Both were in heaven.

Carrie knew she wouldn't last long. This was just too sexy. Too wild. Too unhinged and too erotic. She could feel her boyfriends cum spread all over her inner thighs and knew her pussy only added to how wet Sam's thigh felt as she humped it. The sensation of Sam's hungry tongue greedily devouring her own was almost enough to put her over the edge already, but feeling her friend's hands groping her ass and spreading her wide brought it own. Sam knew what she was doing as she pulled Carrie forcefully down and forward, helping her friend fuck. She recognized the telltale signs of a woman's orgasm fast approaching.

Sam moaned into Carrie's mouth, her thirsty words almost imperceptible, "Ride my fucking leg, make that pussy cuuuummmm," Her desperation to make her friend cum on her leg put Carrie over the edge. Carrie ground her hips in for several more strokes, sliding easily over Sam's soaked quad, before she bit down firmly--almost painfully--onto Sam's lower lip and tensed her entire body. She moaned like a woman possessed, Carrie's hands frantically grabbing Sam's middle back and pulling their bodies tightly into each other, still sliding and slick from Mike's cum. The sensation for both was recognizable and fueled Carrie's orgasm. Sam felt a pour of warm liquid over her thigh, a surprising warmth, and knew just how powerful her friend just came for her. She moaned back into Carrie's mouth, in the pleasure of knowing what she was capable of giving Carrie.

Mike stared in amazement, his cock throbbing as if he hadn't just had the most powerful orgasm he's had in weeks. And yet he knew this moment wasn't for him. It was for Carrie and it was for Sam. A threshold had been crossed and it wasn't his to cross. It was incredibly sexy, probably the sexiest thing he's ever witnessed, but he felt the draw to treat it with reverent respect as the love of his life just took a bold risk to act on sexual attraction to another woman. That takes incredible vulnerability, trust, and comfort, and he was not going to cheapen it by fetishizing lesbian encounters. Simply, he stood transfixed and aroused, but also in admiration at the privilege to watching a potentially life changing event. He felt the love and trust Carrie has for him, while also feeling appreciated and empowered by Sam's role in it. Not just the moment they shared cumming for each other, but Sam's willingness to meet Carrie's boldness equally.

Carrie slowly came down from her second orgasm, slowly releasing her grip on Sam's tongue as her body relaxed. She allowed her head to slide down to the floor, sliding wetly passed Sam's cheek. She panted in disbelieve.

Sam recognized the moment and encouraged her friend to affirm her feelings, "That was perfect... fuck you feel good..." she purred into Carrie's ear. Carrie relaxed further, knowing she did not cross a line. She felt Sam's hands slowly stroke up and down her exhausted body. After several more breaths, Carrie felt the pleasure of Sam's hand returning to her ass and giving it a tight squeeze, "Fuck, not only did I get to have Mike cum all over me, but I got you to cum all over me, too... you know how long I'll play with myself to that thought for? So fucking hot..." Sam trailed off.

Carrie could only smile, dragging her hand to Sam's pierced nipple to slowly roll it over in her fingers. As if to conclude the show, she dropped her head to Sam's tits and licked up more of Mike's cum, smeared all over them. Sam smiled and enjoyed the sensation, tilting her head up to meet Carrie's. Feeling her hair being pulled back, Sam felt another jolt of excited at being used, opening her mouth. Carrie smirked, then forcefully spit the cum into her friends mouth from several inches, half landing on her eager tongue and the other half across her cheek. Carrie concluded by giving a quick and gentle kiss, her tongue sliding over Sam's, before pulling back and sitting up, Sam in disbelief at how much she liked the dynamic of being treated like Carrie's whore.

After several more breaths, Carrie, sitting next to Sam, looked up to Mike with a beaming smile and a familiar twinkle in her eye, "Mike, baby, I hope you don't mind... but I think I want us both to fuck out thirsty little cumslut together next time..."

Sam smiled, exhilarated at the thought, confirming "I want you both to use my body, these tits, and these holes however you want, as long as you use me to cum... I'm your filthy little fuck toy." Dragging out the last two words, her eyes met Mike's then dropped to his cock, once again standing almost upright and dripping precum in needing anticipation of what was next.