Page 8 of Double Mountain Men

“I want you to bend over, and to apply the lipstick to your pussy lips,” I clarify in an uneven tone, my deep voice shaking despite my best efforts. “Lipstick has many purposes, and I’d love to see you apply it to your sweetest spot in a creative way.”

By now, Misty’s eyes are so round that they resemble saucers.

“Um, wow,” she says in a faint voice. “I had no idea this was your request.”

“It is,” I rumble as my cock jerks again. “Just turn around, hitch up your robe, and pull your panties down, sweetheart. Let us see that swollen snatch and then run the lipstick up and down your fleshy lips. It’s easy. I’ll throw in an extra thousand for your trouble. In fact, I’ll transfer the money now.”

My fingers move quickly on the keyboard and sure enough, a musical chime sounds out. Misty’s eyes widen when she sees the four figure tip appear on her screen, and the young woman swallows heavily, her slender throat rippling with the movement. At first, I think she’s going to say no, but then she gives a slight nod and stands.

“Okay, Daddy,” she murmurs. “I’ll do it.”

With satisfaction, I watch as she turns slightly, her trembling fingers lifting the hem of her pink satin robe. The edges rise slowly to reveal a simple white thong hugging those ivory ass cheeks. Her bubble butt is so bounteous, in fact, that the fabric disappears completely between the mounds of flesh, deep into her secret crevice.

“Take off your panties,” I command throatily. “Show us your pussy, sweetheart.”

With trembling fingers, Misty does as asked. She toys with the sides of her thong, and then slowly lowers the fabric. The material peels off her swollen curves, and a low groan escapes my throat when her cunt is revealed because it’s everything a man could want: rosy, soft, swollen, and wet with arousal.

“Bend over, sweetheart,” I rasp into the camera. “Let Daddy see all of your sweetness.”

Misty obeys, spreading her thighs a bit, and I let out an audible groan. “Oh fuck,” I gasp. “Shit shit shit.”

After all, she’s pink, gleaming and perfect. The petals of her vag spread a bit, revealing that glossy interior and I want to press my tongue inside. I want to suck at her clit, before licking it, and then bury my face into her swollen twat before sliding my dick inside. I want to feel that tight pussy milk me, and then I want itto squirt heavily all over my cock as she comes from riding it. I want everything from this sweet girl, but at that moment, Misty peers at me over one shoulder.

“Should I apply the lipstick now, Daddy?”

I groan under my breath.

“Yes, baby. Do it.”

She unscrews the lipstick cover, and then holds the glossy tube in front of her labia before gently tracing the waxy head over those soft, bare lips. Oh fuck fuck fuck! This is so wrong! Only a tiny bit of color darkens the swollen folds, but it’s fucking sexy to watch her go through the motions.

“Do you like it?” Misty breathes. “Does it turn you on to watch me apply lipstick to my puffy pussy, Daddy? I love having you look at my sweetness.”

I groan, grasping my shaft with one hand.

“I love it baby. In fact, I have something to show you.”

Then, with one hand I reach out to angle the camera downwards, and Misty gasps when she sees my cock on screen. Yeah, I’ve undone my zip and my mast is now at full length, heavy and stiff, gleaming at the tip. I squeeze it with my palm, making the veins bulge, and Misty gasps again, her cheeks pink.

“Oh my gosh, Daddy,” she breathes. “You’re so big!”

“I know, baby girl, and it’s because of you. You’re the one who made Daddy so hard and stiff. What are you going to do to help Daddy through this? You know that it’s your fault, sweetheart, for putting me in this state.”

Misty’s eyes grow as round as saucers, but she takes the bait. Slowly, she recaps the lipstick tube before standing up straight to undo the belt on her silk robe. The satin material slithers from her shoulders, and suddenly the golden girl is fully nude before us. Her breasts are large and perfect, the nipples a dainty petal pink. Her waist is narrow before widening into fertile hips, and thick, luscious thighs complete the picture. Misty giggles at me, gently bobbling one big breast with a small palm before holding the lipstick tube up. It’s capped within a metallic golden case, and she slowly pushes into her mouth, slicking it up with saliva.

“I’ll take care of you Daddy,” she mewls. “Just watch and see.”

Then, as Barrett and I stare, she sits back down and hoists her knees up so that she’s totally bare for our gaze. Her heels are balanced on the edge of the chair so that she’s spread wide, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Her pussy’s swollen and wet, dripping with nectar, and I can even see the pink pleats of her backdoor winking at me.

Misty smiles at us coyly before pulling the lipstick from her lips, a long loop of saliva connecting the golden tube to her mouth. Then, she angles the lipstick down to her little hole, and as my friend and I watch, gently eases it into her tight young cunt.

“Ooooh,” she murmurs, her head falling back as her lashes close. “Mmm, that feels good, Daddy.”

“I want to make you happy, sweetheart,” I groan in return. “Fuck yourself with it. Make yourself feel good.”

Misty pushes the lipstick tube further into her sweltering hole as my hand squeezes up and down my dick, and judging from the rough panting behind me, Barrett’s doing the same. We’re both beating off to this “make-up application session” gone off therails because the pretty girl’s turned out to be a thousand times hotter than expected.

“Mmm!” Misty moans again, her head thrown back with ecstasy. “Oh god, Daddy! Mmm, that feels so good!”

---