She dresses like 'one of those sluts'

You eagerly wait for Jane as she gets dressed. The possibilities run through your mind. How far is she ready to go for Mark, a man she’s never seemed to like? Will she turn your friend down, or will he turn your partner into another one of his depraved sluts?

She comes out of the room wearing a sinful little smile and a black dress that shows off and ample cleavage the majority of her long legs. It’s the kind of outfit that would turn heads of any man that sees it. It’s the kind of outfit that Mark would love, especially once it is a crumpled mess on his bedroom floor.

“You like it, babe?”

“I love it.”

“Mark does too. I already sent him a selfie.”

“Well, at least he has good taste.”

“He did make one suggestion though.” Jane sits on the table in front of you. Next, she spreads her legs and pulls up her dress, putting her bare slit in full view.

“He said I shouldn’t wear panties. Apparently, it gets in the way.”

“That’s... a fair point.” You stammer.

“Go on, have a taste."

You nod and obey your girlfriend, flicking your tongue at her entrance. Your girlfriend purrs Mark’s name as an added tease. You are almost certain that tomorrow she will be screaming it, just like all of his sluts do. Whilst your girlfriend continues to moan, you pull your pants down to free your aching cock. Despite her moans, Jane hears your pants rustle.

“Not yet, I want you to make me cum first.” You nod, before moving your tongue towards her clitoris inserting your finger inside of her soaking wet channel. “That’s it Mark. Make me cum.”

Your finger pistons back and forth as your tongue circles her clit. She moans, crying out ‘Mark’ rather than using your name. Her legs tremble and shake as you continue to push her towards her orgasm. To your surprise, this only fuels your desire, making your cock pulse with anticipation. Much like Mark, you can't wait to take her.

As your girlfriend nears her climax, she says “I’m cumming for you, Mark.”

Her hand squeezes on your head. You continue to thrust your fingers fast as her body begins to convulse. “Oh fuck yes, Mark.”

When she finally calms down, you retract your finger and look up, to see her phone in her hand. “See you tomorrow stud.”

As you wonder what exactly she was doing with her phone, Jane puts her phone down and then turns back to you. “I didn’t say stop.”

Before you can reply, she shoves your head down to her entrance, so you wildly flick your tongue, **** to please Jane. Her moans are music to your ears, even when you’re met by the occasional sting of Jason’s name. You realize not only is your girlfriend dressing like a slut, but she’s becoming one, and you love it.

After a minute or so, she moans “Alright, that's enough. Time for you to fuck me."

In an instant, you stand up and take a deep breath. Jane shuffles down and bends over the table, showing off her perky ass and eager pussy. “You better not cum on this fucking dress.”

You nod before gripping her hips. You inserting your cock into her soaking channel and begin thrusting hard and fast in an effort to impress your nymphomaniac girlfriend. Just like last night, she continues to tease you with Jason’s name, which again only makes you fuck her harder. Jane's passionate cries fill the room, and it's not long before both of you hit your climax. Your girlfriend convulses whilst you erupt inside of her.

You take a step back and catch your breath. Jane stands up, so you wrap your arms around her and kiss her cheek.

"That really got you going." She says.

"You always have."

"Never like that, though."

"Guess not." Is all you manage to say. You can't explain why you like the idea of your friends being with your girlfriend, but it does.

For the rest of your night, you begin to wonder about tomorrow night. You know Mark is likely eager to take your girlfriend, and he will push the boundaries on what he can get away with. Will Jane have sex with Mark, as she did with Jason? All you know is that possibilities both scare and excite you.