Page 68 of The Other Side of Paradise
“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Tell me how it feels.”
“It—it feels really, really really really good. Oh, god, I can’t believe I’m t-touching myself.”
“You are. Do you think you’re going to be able to touch yourself until you come?”
She blushed harder, and she nodded, letting out a small, breathless, “Yes… ma’am.”
That was fucking hot. “Youare,” I said. “Good girl. You’re doing so well. Take those two fingers and lay them lightly on your clit. Not moving yet, just hold them there.” She followed my instructions breathlessly, and I felt so good telling her just what to do that I felt likeIwas the one being touched. “Mm, good… good job. Now start moving in circles… just like that. Slowly—slowly. There. Perfect. Good girl. You look so pretty when you’re feeling good. Use your other hand to play with your nipple.”
I was pretty sure she couldn’t last long, judging by the way she quivered and moved her hips at the littlest touches. I didn’t mind. I guided her through every tiny little detail, lavishing praise along her the whole way, as she went faster, and then to slip her finger inside herself, pushing slowly in at the pace I instructed, moving slowly inside herself. And then a second finger, and then her other hand playing with her clit while I guided her on exactly what to do, until her voice had turned into broken gasps, shuddering breath, and calling my name over and over.
“That’s it, Allison, good girl,” I said. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes—yes, I do. I do.”
I surprised myself with asking, “Or do you want to see me naked first?”
“I—” She stopped moving, her breath catching, looking wide-eyed at me, and I smiled.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I… I want you…” She looked down over my body, blushing.
“Say it.”
“I want to see you… naked,” she whispered, and my god, it was a turn-on. Having a cute person ready to do anything I said and desperate to see me naked was seriously fucking hot. I was going to have to come so hard. Maybe with Allison watching. That sounded really fucking good.
“Good girl,” I said, standing up, and I reached back to unzip my dress, unearthing the hidden zipper and dragging it down until I felt it loosen, and I enjoyed the way Allison’s eyes watched raptly while I lifted the dress up. She went ahead playing with herself without my instruction, but I let her have it, enjoying the way she circled her clit without seeming to notice as I lifted my dress up over my head, slinging it over the bed and sending my bra after it.
“Oh, Stella,” Allison whispered, her voice reverent. “Oh…” Her eyes went wider when I slid my panties down, dropping them around my ankles, and I stepped out of them, standing over the couch and slipping a hand down between my thighs. The touch was electric—the amount I genuinelyneededto touch myself at this point, to come, making my whole body quiver. Allison let out a small, shaky breath. “Oh, god. Fuck, you’re so hot. You’re so…”
“Watch me while you touch yourself, Allison,” I said, sinking back onto the couch, spreading my legs out wide for her, still playing with myself. Fuck, it felt so good… I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. My fingers on my pussy right now… I really wanted to take my dildo and stuff myself full, but I didn’t want to dig it out right now. Fuck. This would have to do.
“Stella—oh, my god. I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice shaky, and I shifted closer to her, still playing with my clit with one hand while I put the other on her thigh, and she jerked her hips up off the couch when I did.
“Good girl,” I said. “That’s it, you’re doing so well! Make yourself come now, Allison—just like that—keep going—let mesee you come,” I said, as she pressed her back down into the couch, riding her hips up as she got closer. “You’re so pretty like this, Allison—keep looking at me as long as you can. You’re doing so great. Come for me now. Good girl! Just like that! Come for me, Allison.”
She did—hit an explosive orgasm, hips rocking up off the couch surface, her face a thin sheen of sweat as she kept her gaze on mine as long as she could until her eyes shut, voice cracking, straining against it as she buried her fingers deep inside of herself with one hand and moved faster against her clit with the other, and I kept stroking her thigh, kept playing with myself, until she finally crashed back against the couch, gasping for breath, her face flushed, eyes wide, mouth open, and slowed her movements against herself.
“Oh, god,” she breathed.
“Just like that,” I said, pulling away to sit back on the other end of the couch, and I picked up the shot glass from the end table, knocking it back with my free hand while I kept my other between my legs. “I guess it’s a draw.”
“Oh my god.” Her eyes went down between my legs, and then between her own. She ducked her head in embarrassment, pulling her fingers out of herself, wringing her hands together, both covered with her wetness. “Oh, god. Um… sorry, I… uh…”
“What the hell are you apologizing for?” I laughed, and she sat up taller—it took two tries, her whole body visibly still quivering.
“For… for this… for, um…”
“I told you to. You did exactly what I said. And it’s very sexy.” I relaxed against the couch back. “It’s okay if I get myself off now, right?”
“Oh… my god.” She let her gaze drift down between my legs, and it sent a jolt through me, a pleasant wash of heat in my core at her watching me play with myself. Nobody hadever seemed that fascinated by me like this before, and it was seriously hot. “That’s… yes,” she said. “Yeah. Of course. I mean, if you want to…”
“Mm. Keep watching, Allison,” I said, voice low, and she did just as she was told—kept her eyes on my pussy as I played with myself, until something tightened in my chest and I told her to look me in the eye, and it surged inside me when she did, the intensity of the eye contact making the heat spike up higher until I had to fuck myself, too, pushing my fingers inside my pussy and fucking as deep as I could reach while I put my other hand down to play with my clit. “Fuck, yes, that’s good,” I gasped. “Oh, god. Keep looking at me. I’m going to come.”
“Oh, wow,” she whispered, eyes wide, watching raptly—like this was just the best fucking thing she’d ever seen—and fuck, I wanted to fucking—
I broke, orgasm hitting me faster than I’d expected, and I arched off the couch with a loud cry of pleasure, grinding my hips against myself, and I surprised myself by keeping my eyes open—kept looking at her the whole fucking time, her big brown doe eyes wide while I fucking came all over my hands, hips slamming up against myself, until the shuddering waves of the orgasm subsided and I sank back against the couch, breathing hard, and I laughed breathlessly.
