And now Martina

Rielle calls me and says, “I told Martina we’re a couple now, and she looked really disappointed.”

“But you said—” I respond, before she cuts me off.

“I know, lover, just bear with me here. I told her she’s still welcome to hire you to eat her pussy, but on one condition: I want to listen in.”

“Did she agree to that?” I ask, startled.

“She didn’t want to, but she wants your mouth badly enough—and she’s sensitive enough about messing with another girl’s guy—that she eventually gave in. She’ll be calling you to set up the appointment; I have an app I want to put on your phone so that we don’t have to use airtime for this.”

*******

I meet Martina at the sorority house, take her money, and lead her downstairs to the bedroom. I turn on the light in the corner and close the door behind us. I turn back from the door to find her taking off her skirt. “Aren’t you going to let me do that?” I ask.

“I’m really horny,” Martina says, “and uncomfortable about—well, you know. I just want you to eat my pussy, and then I’ll go.”

“My dear,” I say coaxingly, “have you and your boyfriend ever had sex where someone else might be able to hear you through the wall?”

“Well—” Martina says uncertainly, making the answer to that question quite clear.

“Did that bother you?” I ask.

“No,” she admits in a small voice. “It—it turned me on. A little,” she adds hastily.

“Have you ever fantasized about having sex in public?” I’m not sure about this question, but I don’t think it can hurt, and it might let me push a little harder.

“Ummm—well . . .” Martina says, flushed and flustered.

“This is just a little like that,” I say soothingly. “And it’s only one girl, no guys, and Rielle’s your friend. She just wants to be as horny as I will be when I’m done eating you, so that she can take good care of me. You know she’s not going to share this with anyone.”

“I know,” Martina mumbles, relaxing a little.

“You see, it will be OK,” I tell her. “Now please, my dear, let me undress you. We have time,” I say gently, continuing to coax her into submitting to me, “and I want to give you the greatest pleasure I can; and I want to see your beautiful body.”

“I don’t want to be unfaithful to my boyfriend,” Martina counters, though a little less certainly. “He does everything else for me, he just won’t go down on me, so—”

“I understand,” I reply soothingly. I reach out to unbutton her blouse. She looks like she’s not sure she should let me, but she doesn’t stop me. “I won’t kiss you, or touch you in any way that’s just emotionally intimate. But I am going to pleasure you with my hands and my mouth, and so I need to be able to kiss and touch your main pleasure zones.” Her bra is a front clasp, and it opens easily, revealing her tits to my avid eyes. They’re medium-sized and nicely perky, with fairly small sepia nipples and large areolae. “That way,” I tell her as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, “your pleasure will be much greater, and you’ll want to come back for more.”

“Mmmmmmm,” Martina hums, beginning to relax; her hazel eyes are half-lidded in her round face as she watches me gently caressing her tits with my fingertips. “Yeah,” she pants, “and Rielle will enjoy it more, too.”

“I’m sure she will. But right now, I just want to think about you, and your sweet tits, and your hungry little pussy.” Martina moans as I say that. When I cup the outsides of her boobs with my palms and gently thumb her nipples, she moans louder.

“I shouldn’t—” Martina gasps. “I shouldn’t be letting you— But your hands feel so good.” I play with her breasts that way for a while, running my palms over them and teasing her nipples with my thumbs. I decide not to get any rougher with her nipples than that; she’s enjoying what I’m already doing a great deal. She might like having them pinched, but that’s something her boyfriend knows and I don’t, so best leave it to him.

Instead, I say, “This will feel even better.” I push Martina gently down on the bed; as usual, a soft towel is spread over the comforter, and there’s a small cushion on the floor beside it. I kneel down on the cushion and bend my head to caress her nipple with my lips. I reach my displaced hand down and slip a finger just inside her slit, with the palm of my hand resting on her pubic mound. She wasn’t kidding—she’s as wet as any woman I’ve ever felt, and really hot.

I kiss her nipple and stroke it with my tongue, rubbing the other with my thumb and moving it around like a tiny joystick. I caress the edges of her inner lips, then dip my finger down between them and rub it along their inner surfaces. I tease her opening, slipping my fingertip just inside and moving it in circles. Martina starts to boil under the combined attention. “I shouldn’t—” she pants. “I want you—you’re making me feel so good. I need—I need—I need—”

“Don’t worry,” I say gently, lifting my head from her tit as I slip my finger into her cunt to the second knuckle. Martina gasps and bucks her hips into my hand. “You’re not being unfaithful to your boyfriend. You only love him, not me, and that’s what matters,” I tell her as I start rubbing her G-spot, making her moan hungrily. “You’re just taking a little pleasure from me that he won’t give you. Now lay back and spread your legs more.” She does as I say, and I slip a second finger into her hotbox; she arches her back and moans. With my free hand, I spread open her sopping pussy and bend to breathe her in.

Martina’s aroma is of rich spices and dark sugar. Her eyes go wide as I pull my fingers out of her honeypot and suck them off; when I plunge them back in, she closes them and gasps, “¡Me coge con los dedos, papi! ¡Me encanta!” Papi!? That shocks me at first; then I realize what closing her eyes meant. She’s decided to deal with her uncertainty by fantasizing it’s her boyfriend between her legs. I hope he appreciates her delicate little pussy. It’s a little lighter in color than her nipples, but still a warm sepia. Her outer lips are small, and when I get a look at her inner lips, they’re on the small side as well, and seem fragile. From her reactions earlier, I’m pretty sure they’re really sensitive. Her clit’s quite long when erect, but not very thick; it’s much pinker than the rest of her, for whatever reason. I look up and tell her, “You have a beautiful pussy,” and she hums in pleasure.

I give her twat a good long lick back to front, lapping up her girl-honey, and Martina goes nuts. “¡Ahhhh, sí, papi!” she cries. “¡Lamer mi chocha! ¡Me haces mojada!” I lick back and forth, stroking the insides of her inner lips with the tip of my tongue, never quite touching her clit. She writhes underneath me and bucks her hips, but I keep my tongue just out of reach. “¡Me haces tan caliente, papi!” she moans. “Beso mi clítoris. Quiero chupar mi clítoris . . .”

I don’t know exactly what that means, but “clítoris” is pretty obvious. I swirl my tongue around it, then paint its tip with the flat; I flick it bottom to top with the tip of my tongue, then lick circles around it. “¡Coño!” Martina moans. “¡Se siente tan bien, papi! ¡Lamer mi clítoris! ¡Comer la chocha! ¡Dame más!” I wrap my lips around her pearl and start suckling rapidly; she writhes and squirms, moaning, “¡Ahhhh, papi, tu me vuelves loca! ¡Me encanta cuando come la chocha, papi! ¡Me encanta que me lo coman! ¡Dame más, papi! ¡Hazme vengo—dame más! Voy a venir!” I suck her button hard into my mouth, like I’m trying to suck it out by the roots; I slap it with my tongue, and at the same time, I press hard into her G-spot. “¡Voy a venir, papi!” she screams. “¡Me vengo en tu cara! ¡Coño!” She screams from the bottom of her lungs, and her entire body goes into spasms all at once. She thrashes and writhes and shakes, and her cunt seizes my fingers in a merciless velvet grip. I pull my head back so she doesn’t break my nose, but her orgasm doesn’t seem to notice.

When her body relaxes, I pull my fingers out of her cunt and thrust my tongue in; I capture her clit with my thumb and forefinger and pinch it very lightly. Martina just about bounces off the bed. “¡Hazme vengo, papi!” she yells. “¡Cógeme con tu lengua—frótame mi clítoris—comer la chocha! ¡Coño, papi, tu me vuelves loca!” I lap at her cunt walls and suck out her juices, making her moan and writhe. I caress her clit, tracing circles around it. I lick her G-spot, then flex my tongue in her pussy and rub the middle against her ridges, and she screams, “¡Me vengo en tu cara, papi! ¡Me vengo! ¡Coño! ¡Coño!” I wouldn’t have thought it possible for her to cum harder and longer than the first time, but she does.

This time, I let Martina cum all the way down from her climax. She shakes for a while, then her body stills. She lies quietly for a minute or two before her eyes open. “That was . . . amazing,” she says. She looks slightly embarrassed and continues, “I hope you don’t mind—I was fantasizing it was my boyfriend, not you.”

I grin at her and say, “That was pretty obvious. It was also really hot. No, I don’t mind at all.” Her face clears and she looks blissfully happy.

“Thank you,” Martina says softly. “I should get dressed and go, but—that was one of the best experiences of my life.” Catching sight of my cock straining at my jeans, her eyes open wide, and she adds, “And thank you for respecting me and not trying to fuck me. It has to be hard for you—” She stops and blushes at the unplanned double entendre, then continues, “You look really horny.”

“You came amazingly hard,” I tell her. “It was a real turn-on.”

Martina turns away, still blushing, and gathers up her clothes, mumbling, “I gotta go now.” When her embarrassment fades, she looks over her shoulder to catch me checking out her sweet heart-shaped ass; she wiggles it as she gets dressed. Once she’s ready, she surprises me with a quick kiss, then heads out the door.

As it swings shut, my phone buzzes with a text from Rielle: “COME HERE. RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW.” With a smile on my face and anticipation in my heart (and elsewhere), I head up the stairs to go take care of my girlfriend.