Make a Wish

Instead of delving further his hands raised again, coming to rest on her shoulders for a second before his fingers began to slip under the elastic holding her dress in place. Obediently, she lowered her arms, allowing him to push the material down. Jo shivered as the fabric scrapped against her skin, flowing off her like a glove to pool at her ankles on the floor.

"Wow." Andre breathed, his voice thick with lust and wonder.

The bra and panties certainly were something special. They were white to match the dress but unlike most white lingerie they didn't inspire innocence. Most of the material was smooth and sheer, allowing the skin to show through, but the thicker lace was patterned in a spiral. The spiral drew the eye to each nipple and the very crotch of the panties. It was almost hypnotic; you couldn't help but ogle them once your eyes caught the pattern. Andre was certainly ensnared, Jo had to move forward herself to recapture his lips after his jaw hit the metaphorical floor.

She felt that hunger inside her, that desperation from the alleyway. She needed to be fucked. Now. With deft fingers she began to undress him, their kissing becoming desperate and loud as they moaned and gasped for air. Jo could feel her pussy clenching, the emptiness within her was aching. Andre ran a finger along her panties, groaning when he felt the wetness that had seeped in there. The single stroke made Jo shudder with need, the friction was too much and not enough all at once.

"The bed-"Andre gasped between kisses, "is this way."

"Fuck that."

Jo pulled him down to the kitchen floor, crawling into his lap and grinding against that wonderful bulge in his underwear.

"Who needs a bed?" She purred.

"Overrated I say." Andre gave a breathy laugh, reaching up and unhooking her bra from the back.

The soft material fell, shoved to the side in a moment as Andre leaned up and took her nipple in his mouth. Jo let out a sound that was half relief, half pleasure; she hadn't realised how much she needed that touch until this moment. He leaned back, slowly drawing her with him till he was laid back on the floor, Jo leaning over him as he sucked.

With each pursing of his lips more sounds were drawn from her mouth. The wetness between her legs increased, the panties could no longer contain the juices and they began to leak down her thighs. More than that, that same familiar pressure was building. As Andre ran his tongue over the sensitive nipple her hips bucked against his bulge and her muscles tightened.

"Oh Gods, I'm cumming already-!"

She couldn't help it. His mouth just felt so good. A shudder past through her entire form as orgasm rocked her. It was smaller than before, not nearly enough but still, she had no idea a woman could come just from having her breasts sucked. The orgasm didn't sate her though, on the contrary, now her appetite was in full swing. Taking her heavy tit in her palm she gently removed it from Andre's mouth, looking down at his face, eyes blown wide with arousal. It didn't take her long to remove her panties, resting her soaking pussy against the base of his cock.

Badly as she wanted it though, Jo took her time. She parted her lips with his dick, rubbing her clit against the shaft with a wonton moan. With Harry, it had been over so quickly, this time she wanted to enjoy herself fully. She looked down between them, taking in the thick rod, precum beaded at its tip. He was bigger than Harry, surprisingly enough and her pussy throbbed as she realised how much he would stretch her.

"You ready?" She teased, rubbing herself against him and shivering at the sensation.

"Since the moment I saw you."

Jo raised herself up and turned, ready to sink down on him reverse cowboy style. Pretty as his face and those eyes were, she didn't want any distractions from the feeling of his cock inside her. The tip pressed at her entrance and with a hand, she gently guided it in. It was so tempting to thrust her hips down and take the full cock in one go but she resisted, instead lowering herself slowly, taking the time to fully appreciate each inch as it slowly disappeared into her. She felt her inner walls stretching, the pleasure burned within her as they did. By the time their hips were flush together she was struggling to breathe, the intensity was almost too much.

Below her Andre groaned, she could only imagine the ecstasy on his face. She felt his hands come to rest on her hips, fingers splayed across her ass and parting it slightly before gently raising her up. The burn increased and Jo felt instinct take over, bracing herself on his legs she began to roll her hips, feeling his cock rest against her G-spot. For a few minutes they rocked together, enjoying the tease, the pleasure that was so good and yet never good enough. But soon her self-control began to wane, she rose up leaving nothing but the tip inside her before slamming back down the shaft. The pleasure knocked the wind from her lungs and she couldn't help but repeat the movement.

Soon they were both moaning as she bounced on his cock. Andre gripped her hips hard enough to bruise but the pain only fed into her pleasure. Jo lost all self-control, she was moaning, crying out, babbling nonsense as the pressure within her began to rise again.

"Fuck! Jo...you're so tight...I can't hold on much l-longer!"

"More! Oh God I need more, I can't stop!"

It was true, she couldn't slow down, couldn't stop bouncing on Andre's cock. She was so close to cumming, right on the edge... Suddenly she heard him cry out and the cock inside her pulsed, a different sort of wetness flooded her and Jo fell over the edge. Slamming down one final time as she came, inner walls throbbing and squeezing his cock dry. They were both gasping, Jo was seeing stars, even as she felt him soften within her she felt full.

With a shudder, she raised herself one finally time, letting him fall out of her along with plenty of seed. She turned and felt a sense of satisfaction fill her not only from carnal gratification but the glazed, happy expression Andre was wearing. That was the face of a man who had been thoroughly satisfied.

"Fuck...that was...where have you been all my life." Andre laughed, Jo giggled, laying down on the kitchen floor with him.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

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Me and @MaryABizah are enjoying the sun! Got that beach bod, gotta show it off! Xoxox #beachbabes #besties #bimbolife

Her latest post showed her posing in the waves, hair blown back in the wind, new bikini on full display. It was tiny red number that barely managed to be decent. Though judging from the looks some of the older woman at the beach were giving her, they certainly didn't think it counted. The little triangles of fabric covered her nipples and crotch, what more did they need? Her caption was apt, the beach was one of the few places she could show off this much of her body. She had to take the opportunity when it presented itself, didn't she?

"Your phone is going to melt." Mary-Anne warned, "You've posted twice today already, the boys will barely have a chance to take their hands of their dicks at this rate!"

Jo gave her a scandalised gasp, hand on her chest in mock horror.

"How dare you imply men are using my pictures for such uncouth activities!"

"Wow, look at that five dollar word there! Where did you even learn that?"

"TV." Jo shrugged, descending into a fit of giggles, "I think it like, suits me. I'm a woman of substance, I'll have you know."

Mary- Anne gave her a playful shove and Jo relented, packing her phone back into her bright pink beach bag. She had bought it the other day in preparation for this girl's trip, they had become a tradition over the last few months, just her and Mary-Anne.

"Last one in the water has to pack up the parasol!" Her friend cried, dashing for the waves.

Jo gave an indignant yell, taking off after her into the sea spray. She could feel her breasts bouncing as she ran, a quick side glance showed she wasn't the only one who noticed either. The beach was packed and all eyes were on her right now. The attention made her smile wider, this new bimbo life she was living, it was simply the best. Sure, men catcalled her sometimes, people called her an airhead on her socials, but she didn't care. She had friends, both the normal and with benefit variety and all the attention she could ever need. She still saw Andre almost every weekend, they were working their way through the karma sutra, it was often the highlight of her week.

The two women shrieked as they entered the cool water, laughing and splashing till they were up to their shoulders.

"It's freezing! Warm me up!" Mary-Anne laughed, wrapping her arms around Jo's shoulders.

The pair smiled at one another, turning to face back toward the beach.

"I could think of one way to warm you up." Jo breathed, letting her lips tickle the other's ear, "But you'll have to be quiet."

"Oh?"

With a chuckle, Jo lowered a hand, letting a finger slip into her friend's swimsuit and then up inside her waiting hole.