Masturbation Monday No. 96

If only the woman who had been looking out of the window could see the three of them now…

Nichy was lying on a pile of colorful sheets, that she wondered if they had been arranged just for her. Her arm was up over her head while Renee kissed her neck, and Gavin lapped at her clit like a cat lapped at milk or water.

Nichy had definitely believed she was not going to be able to come again, but she had. Gavin had gotten her worked up just outside the apartment, and she was practically begging for release from either one of them by the time she had settled into their embraces and kisses in the apartment.

Later she walked into her own apartment–they had shared her enough that she did not feel the need to stay over. When she opened her door, she saw a shadow before she put on the light and knew it was not Tyler.

“Had you forgotten about me Nusch?”

Nichy did not bother to put the light on, she did not want the light on Graham’s face. There was no need for her to see him. He illuminated his face with the flashlight on his smartphone. She stared at him for a long time.

She was never able to escape him.

This time around, she did not know what he wanted. When she left, she had known that she would never be able to escape him. He was too well connected with people that she did not know, and did not want to know. And as for the control he wanted to seem to have to her, she knew that he would not be there if he did not want her.

She could not take her eyes off of his face, she did not even know when he moved closer to her. Her clitoris tightened when she saw the look in his eyes. Nichy knew that she was defenseless if he tried anything with her. When he undressed only her bottom, she groaned. Even before he put his tongue on her. The feeling of his tongue between her legs, was something that she would remember no matter how long it was since the last time he had pleasured her.

“Spread your legs, spread them like you have for Gavin? Renee? Tyler…” he whispered thickly.

Nichy placed her finger within her bellybutton. In one way she was nervous that he was tracking her every move. In another way, she loved that he was seeing what she did—she liked being watched and he knew that.

This was all almost like a grand cat and mouse game. Because even as she feared him, Graham could come and lap at her clit like this and she would feel as surreal as the surrealist muse that he nicknamed her after…

More Masturbation Monday here: