The unholy land

Today we were sitting around , my sick fuck, his dear and dirty friend Stephan, and I, being lazy post bbq, cocktails and an impromptu jam session with some guy who left a bit ago. I was cuddled up in my darling dom's lap. I had on a cute sundress and nothing else. I grabbed a nearby blanket to cover my legs so that Stephan, sitting across from us on the couch, didn't get a sneak peak at my freshly shave pussy. The idea arose that Stephan finish reading me the story that he had written for this very website. I had heard the first two segments and so far there had been one woman, two men and a shit load of humiliation. It was something that didn't arouse me much, but the promise was that the third and final act would make my auditory patience worthwhile. I prepared my anticipation. My sick fuck tapped my ass, to shift me a little and in the process pulled the bottom of my dress up around my hips. His friend, unnoticing pulled his story to the screen. I crept the blanket higher, nervous and blushing, and gave my love a serious and questioning look. As Stephan began to read my darling slipped his fingers between my thighs, nudging them apart. His fingers found me, already wet, and I tried to keep my breath steady. I was instructed, through a whisper in my ear to make sure I paid attention to the reading. It was this combination of attention to so many variables that had my clit on fire aching with each swirl of those delicious fingers. The plot thickened for the characters on the page with something about keys in a dumpster and a knotted rope of old plastic grocery bags shove d up the woman's ass and pulled intently out. My fear of being discovered grew with my desire to cum. I could hardly tell if Stephan was oblivious to what was happening 7ft away from him or if he was keeping a provoked hard-on a secret as to not ruin the moment. My controller was enjoying himself, this I knew even before the sly smile crept on the sides of his mouth. His fingers were playing me perfectly, and my legs began to quiver. I had no control of this and the fear grew, sure I was to be found out. By now the blanket is up at my neck, as if the higher it rose the more it would conceal, when really I was probably at risk of exposing myself from the bottom. I managed to keep my voice steady with verbal affirmations that I understood the story and what was going on, while my body was near explosion. The blanket raising had become a bit suspicious and Stephan asked if I was cold. I shook my head, praying he wouldn't notice my shaking knees, and he continued to read. I was dripping now and could hold it no more. I was afraid that if I let go and cum I might scream. Then I remembered that when I masturbate at home I keep quiet so that my house mates can't hear, and I used this for inspiration. I nuzzled my sick fuck and whispered that my orgasm was coming now, half telling, half asking permission. He looked at me, pleased, and nodded. I laid my head on his shoulder, while he finished me and Stephan finished the page. My orgasm rolled on me like freight train and I made every effort to paralyze my body. With only the smallest shudder and the slightest change of breath I came so hard my soul bent. Stephan's words continued as I pulled my darling's hand from my now soaking pussy. I collapsed slowly into, what felt like, a pile the size of a child. Stephan finished shortly after I did and asked me if I like it. I told him it was the best part of the three segments I had heard, and my sick fuck assured him that I loved it. I did, because I am a baby sick fuck.