1. Hollow Girl


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Saskia wished she had her camera. She pulled away from Matt’s ear, and her whispered bombshell exploded all over his face. Behind, in the departure lounge, his stag-mates moaned their “get-a-room” witless jeers. Except for his best friend Billie. Her big dark eyes scowled thunder. Matt coughed. “You want me to fuck Billie?” “Yep. No. Don't just fuck her, use your imagination. Actually use her imagination, it's dirtier.” “I know, but—“ “There we are, then. Do it. This week, in Vegas. Because…” Saskia kissed him, and grabbed the front of his jeans. “After we’re married, you never will.” She squeezed. “Ever.” Matt groaned. “What if I don’t want to?” “Then do it for her.” “What if she doesn’t want to? “ “Seriously? You're an underwear model. And look at the pout on her.” “She’s just cross we won’t let her be our stripper.” “Well. Now she can be. But one condition. You film it. And we watch it together, after.” “Fucking hell, Sasquatch.” “Yes it's awful isn't it? Do it. Get it out of your system. Or I can’t be with you. Go. Seize the moment.” Saskia patted her man’s arse and sent him off to his doom and a rowdy cheer from his mates. Billie and Saskia locked eyes. Saskia winked, then blew a kiss, a bravado undermined somewhat by the lump in her throat. # After they'd gone, Saskia was fidgety. She decided to keep herself busy and work on her fine-art portfolio, taking her camera for a walk along the canal to shoot some of the eccentric houseboats she imagined would be moored along ...
    the towpath. Except they were all corporate kitsch holiday rentals. Which looked like fate was telling her to stick to fashion -- stick to photographing Matt in expensive shorts -- which sent her mood into a tailspin. He would be away for four days, and it had been just eight hours. Had they done ‘it’ already? On the plane maybe, standing doggie in the loo. Billie’s football buttocks happy-slapping against Matt’s hips. Begging for it deeper, harder. Not yelping in discomfort with every shove, until he lost his erection. Saskia's stomach knotted. Then she saw the longboat. The mad craft -- moored in a basin with the hulls of others waiting for repair -- was so peppered in portholes it was more a floating conservatory than a house-boat. Its interior was stuffed with verdant green, bulging out of open windows and pressed against closed ones, as if trying to escape. She pointed and clicked, pointed and clicked, seeking the blanked out bliss of creativity to protect her from the torment of her imagination. But the subject wasn't quite absorbing enough, and her imagination way too cruel. Perhaps, the minute they arrived in their cheesy, sleazy Vegas strip hotel, Matt threw Billie on the bed, tore off her panties and ate her senseless. She probably yanked her sweet bald pussy lips apart and puffed out a great orgasm, rubbing it all over his face, loving it, no care for hygiene, never getting the giggles until the mood evaporated. Saskia slumped on a slope of meadow leading down to ...
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