Erotic fiction inspired by Alise Moreno in “Revealing”
What to do when you live with an exhibitionist who takes whatever chance she gets to turn you on?
My lover, Alise, delights in making me wet. Sometimes I think she has a panty fetish since she gets off so much faster when she has her face between my legs and her nose pressed deep in my gooey underwear.
In the kitchen the other morning, she did everything she could to get me wet for her. I woke and climbed out of bed in my PJs and shuffled into the kitchen half asleep to find her already there, a cup of coffee in her hand. She was wearing a little see-through T-shirt and panties, the kind of thing she usually wears to bed.
She was fully awake and beamed me a great big smile.
“Hi! Want a coffee?” she asked. I nodded, rubbing my eyes, but she had more to say. “Or is there something else I can get you?”
She put her cup down, leaned her back against the counter and looked me right in the eye, her legs slightly parted. I was far too sleepy to catch on straight away, even when she ran her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, but I worked out what she was doing when she began to undo the three buttons at her collar. She let it fall open and smiled at me again. I just watched, enjoying the show.
Alise tugged her top down, showing her beautiful breasts, with the sexy dark nipples I always enjoy tweaking. She wet a finger and flicked it over one nipple, making it stiffen at her touch.
I was waking up fast now, watching with a pang of desire. I wished it were me flicking that nipple stiff. But I know her so well, and I know she likes to show off. It was better to leave her to her own devices. Better for both of us.
She must have sensed I was enjoying her display, because she pulled off her top completely and flashed me a smile that was so happy – she was pleased with herself for getting me interested, and pleased with me that I was going to be her willing audience.
“Just wait there,” she said. “Breakfast will be ready soon…” and she slipped her hand inside her panties and closed her eyes. I watched her play with herself, watched the outline of her fingers as they stroked her clit and slid over her pussy, rubbing gently. I listened to her breathing, felt my own heart beat faster, my breathing grow heavier.
My hand moved to my own pussy, delving inside my PJ pants, and I gave my clit a little rub, but then thought better of it and took my hand away. Let Alise make me wet all on her own. She opened her eyes again, took her hand out of her panties and pulled them tight against her pussy, pushing her fingers between her lips from outside to get them wet. I could clearly see the damp patch at her crotch. It was spreading over her panties like the smile that was spreading over her face.
Alise pulled her panties down and dropped them on the floor between us. “Are you hungry?” she asked me, one finger tapping her clit. I nodded, my pussy tingling. She brought the finger up to her mouth. She watched me, eyes glittering as she ran it around her lips, pushed the tip of her tongue out, tasted her juices, then sucked it in.
“Mmm…” she purred. Turning around, she spanked herself, the slap loud enough to startle me. She lifted a knee onto the counter, her ass spreading open, puckered asshole visible. Her other hand moved between her thighs and she hooked her finger around to part her slippery lips, dragging it up to her clit, showing me her pink, wet inside.
I thought about going to her then, squatting down behind her, placing my hands on her hips and licking her pussy. I was so wet now, my slit slippery, my pussy lips spreading apart inside my PJs, and so hungry for her. But she had more to show me.
I listened to her low moans as she rubbed her finger slowly back and forth from her hole to her clit, then wondered if the moment had come when she turned back around and pulled up a seat.
She sat with her legs open, feet up, and used her fingers to splay her pussy open. “Mmm, I think it’s ready now,” she said, her eyes on me.
I was ready too.
I went straight to her, kneeling on the floor, keeping my gaze on her face. My hands ran up and down her thighs and I moved my head down to her pussy, breathing in her scent. I licked her from her hole all the way up, delighted that she gasped out loud when I flicked my tongue over her clit at last.
I ate her eagerly; my pussy was so wet and I was so horny by then that I lapped at her avidly and thrust my tongue as far inside her hole as I could get it, bobbing my head back and forth, trying to fuck her with it.
But she always liked to play with herself, and her hand came back to her pussy, her fingers rubbing at her clit. She was watching me as she stroked herself, her eyes locked on mine as I pushed my tongue into her, turning it around and around.
She fed me her fingers and I sucked on them. “Eat it all up, breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” Alise teased. I pushed two fingers into her and she cried out loud. We carried on like this, me sucking on her fingers and fucking her tight hole, her stroking her clit and staring into my eyes until she could hold back no longer and her body shook with her orgasm, her hand gripping my wrist and directing my finger-fucking to match the waves of her climax.
I stood up and pulled down my pants. Alise knew what to do.
Lifting one foot up onto her chair, I watched her. Alise reached out for me, touching my clit gently, rubbing it so softly, feeling me, sliding her fingers over my wet button. Her pussy play was slow, relaxed and incredibly erotic.
One finger traced the ridges of my pussy lips, sliding over my hood and down the other side. She took each lip between two fingers, gently, rolling them around. A single finger came to rest at my hole, daring itself to go further. She pressed gently against me and I pushed back, desperate to have her inside me, but she resisted, teasing me.
She took my clit between her fingers, squeezed it a little, then brought her thumb to me, rubbed my clit around and around. Her head moved closer and I felt her lips brush over me, heard her kiss my pussy softly. I felt her hands rest on my thighs as her tongue licked between my lips, lingered around my hole a while, flattened out on my clit.
I wanted her to eat me out so badly by then that I turned around and bent over, resting my hands on my knees, hoping she would do what I was silently willing her to do. She didn’t disappoint. She grabbed my ass with two hands and pulled on my cheeks, her tongue darted inside me and I let out an involuntary moan of satisfaction.
Alise slavered her tongue all over me, licking my asshole, spreading my juices all over my cheeks. She stood up, hooked her fingers into my pussy and pressed her thumb on my anus. Spanking me hard, she said, “Show me how much you liked your breakfast.”
Her thumb entered my asshole – she had both my holes filled now, and fucked them hard, all her sensual soft teasing forgotten. I loved it, pushing back against her on each thrust. I needed to cum so badly by then, nothing could stop me.
She spanked me and grabbed my hair, and just as she pulled on it, I came – a loud orgasm, barking out “Oh god, yes!” as my body shook with raw orgasmic power. Alise let her hand slowly slip from me, softly spanking my pussy, smearing my juices over my cheeks.
We hit the shower together, Alise all tenderness again as she kissed and washed me, then made me some actual breakfast. What a girl!
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