Confessions of a Firefight

She isn't sure if the comments that he has made about the firefighter are real or if he tosses them about to make her jealous. Either way, they have landed in a part of her psyche that she is unable to erase no matter how hard she tries. As it turns out, said firefighter (Faith) is not only a high school friend, but is also a yoga teacher. Beyond that, Faith is adorable and if she were a guy, she would think her hot. Naturally, this gets under her skin. He has made comments about marrying Faith even when she and he were together. She has never wanted to hold him back with her age and from experiencing things that all of the years of deprivation have kept him from, including various sexual partners.

Today, she decides to go for a round 2 and her mind lands on him, as it usually does when she is in bed by herself, pleasing herself with his words in her mind. His words bark orders that perhaps she would not follow in real life, but since she is creating them while jerking off, they serve to push her further and further down the moan-y roads of orgasm.

The woman firefighter, Faith, is in the room with them, hair pulled back in a tight braid as though she is heading to the firehouse, her uniform on, her eyes a bit wary and questioning. Faith does not know what her role is and why she is there.

"Undress her," he says quietly, but firmly. His first order and the first hint as to where this may lead.

She walks toward Faith and starts to unbutton her crisp, navy uniform. Faith is clearly doubting this whole scenario, but her man has given her marching orders and so far she is willing to follow his command.

Faith's underwear is far from sexy. Faith is wearing a functional support bra and as she undresses Faith, she learns that her panties lean towards granny panties. It is time to get these buzz killing garments off of her pronto so as not to turn any one off. She pulls off Faith's clothes rather unceremoniously. Faith allows her to do so and soon her clothes are in a pile on the floor. Faith reaches down and removes her unattractive, dark socks, leaving her completely exposed.

She is supposed to be the dom over Faith, but really, he is pulling all of the strings and telling her what to do, how, and when.

"Make her lie down on the bed," he grumbles.

She pushes Faith towards and onto the bed where Faith crab crawls back as far as she can go.

"Do you want my dick in your pussy?" he asks her, "How far are you willing to go for me to fuck you?"

She turns to him, nodding her head vigorously.

"Yes, I want your dick inside me," she chokes out.

"How badly?" he questions.

"Very," she responds.

He whispers in her ear, "If you lick Faith's pussy, I will put my dick in you."

She is caught off guard. She has never eaten pussy before and perhaps thought that that day would never come since she is all about the dick. But now, to get the dick that she craves desperately, she has to consider a new way of showing up in the bedroom.

She crawls her way up the bed, touching Faith's legs as she goes, dropping a kiss on Faith's inner thigh, building up the courage to tongue another woman as she has been tongued countless times. She knows what she likes, but doesn't know how to make her tongue perform the magic tricks that she has experienced.

She takes her first tentative lick of Faith's pussy. Hmmm, kind of salty, but not bad. She uses her hand and spreads Faith's pussy lips in order to give a proper long, lick with more pressure and a slight flick of Faith's clit as she reaches to top of the track. Faith gives a small whimper, so she knows that she is doing something right.

She feels him positioning himself behind her and true to his word, he enters her own wet pussy in one penetrating drive. She gasps as the order of the universe is restored. But after a few good strokes, he pulls out.

"Be a good girl and keep munching," he snarls.

She goes back and circles her tongue around Faith's clit for some more whimpers.

He rams his cock back in and starts fucking her again.

She is in an out of body trance, somehow her tongue seems to know what to do without overthinking or much direction. She hears Faith's noises and follows the path where they take her.

He is sliding in and out of her, hitting all the right spots, distracting her from her work. Occasionally, she stops licking to groan loudly.

As soon as she stops licking Faith, he stops with almost no lag time. He will not give her an inch unless she is performing his orders to the T.

"If you think I'm going to let you cum when you are slacking, you are sorely mistaken," he rumbles, "Faith deserves your very best, don't you forget it."

She invests deeper in Faith's pussy, putting her nose inside of Faith's juices and picking up the pace with her tongue. She settles back, nose resting on Faith's clit as she tries to recreate what has been done to her own pussy, a forceful tongue wagging back and forth within Faith's walls.

She gets the response she was looking for as well as the dick back inside of her own aching pussy.

"You have to make Faith cum," he says, "otherwise, you can't cum."

Oh shit, she has never made another woman cum before and has no idea what Faith likes in the sac.

She stops to ponder. He stops fucking her. Fuck.

She dives back in. She feels the tip of his dick as it forces its way back in.

"If you don't make Faith cum, I'm fucking unloading in your ass," it is more of a statement than a threat and she knows that he will make good on his words.

She wants to cum with him in her pussy today, saving her ass for when Faith is no longer there.

She gets back to Faith's lower lips, gently biting them on her way back in. Once her tongue is slurping Faith's fluids again, she rests her thumb on Faith's clit and starts a rhythmic rub. She feels her clit get engorged and knows that this may actually happen.

But anytime she slows, he does too. He is torturing her for his own enjoyment, he is like that, he loves the control.

He reaches around and rubs her clit as he fucks her.

Oh god, she moans loudly and he stops.

"No, no, no..."

She knows what that means and now that she has had a taste of her mounting orgasm, she knows that she needs to finish off Faith and lay claim on her man.

"He is mine," she thinks to herself, "You cannot have him."

She is heading toward the goal line and knows what would help her if she were in Faith's position.

She slides two fingers into Faith, wiggles them around looking for the spot and knows that she has found it when Faith freezes momentarily. Then, she goes whole hog, tongue darting, thumb rubbing, and fingers fucking this cute, little Faith. She is rough as she uses her fingers, she slams into Faith's parts, she is on a mission. And then she feels it, what the guys get to feel often... Faith's orgasm wrapping itself around her fingers and squeezing, pulsing, throbbing.

He may not be able to feel the spasms that her fingers are feeling, but he knows what is happening as well as the two women before him.

He fucks her hard and slow as his fingers thrum a magic tune on her clit, moving faster than is fair for a human. Maybe he isn't human.

Faith's ride on her own wave is slowing when it is her turn, she lifts her head from Faith's soaking pussy to cry out loudly. She is shaking from head to toe as he fucks her and his magic fingers continue to rub her own special spot.

"Holy shit!" she screams, she can barely handle the intensity as his cock continues to plunge into her spasms.

"Baby, that was so fucking hot," he yells over her screams, "I'm cumming now too," he groans as she continues to quake and he moans and jerks his dick as his money shot is buried deep within her.

He keeps his dick in her and keeps rubbing her clit as though waiting for the genie to come out, waiting for her spasms to slow, giving a last grunt and slam for good measure.

She is spent and her body is collapsing from the pleasure and the work that she can now never again say that she hasn't ever done.

She collapses onto the bed and she feels his weight release also as he curls behind her with his hands on her tits.

It only takes a moment to hear his soft snores and feel the telltale twitches which inhabit his sleep.

She finally thinks to look back at the Faith. She is nowhere to be seen and she is not sure that she was ever even really there.