The Gift, Part 2

“That’s a lie, Dan.”

“How so? I’m serious. You give me everything I need, “ Dn smiled at her.

“It’s a lie because you tell me… all the time.. about how frustrated you are with Sylvia and your sex life. And, by the way, you know how much I hate it when you doubt me.”

“I know, sorry, But seriously, pleasing you is very gratifying to me. Honest.”

“You tell me everything Dan.”

“I do. Yes, of course, I do.“

“And you have told me your fantasies.”

Dan blushed a bit as he recalled the business trip years ago when an unexpected layover turned into a long night of drinking and true confessions.

Elle leaned back in the chair, placed her hands on her thighs and pushed her legs open, her pubis still moist from his loving ministrations moments earlier.

“If I recall, you said your favorite fantasy is watching a woman masturbate. And how Sylvia thought it was gross and never would oblige you.”

Dan laughed, a bit uncomfortably.

Elle’s hand moved to her pussy and she began to stroke herself.

Dan sighed slight as he watched.

She smiled at him.

“Now. Take off your clothes.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. I did the same for you,” Elle said, vaguely domineering.

Dan removed his shirt and sat down to take off his shoes and socks. He stood up and undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. His cock strained slightly in his boxer briefs.

“Sit down, “ she said.

“Elle….”

She started to rub her pussy while her other grazed over her thighs. She moaned as she slowly worked her fingers between her outer lips.

Dan wanted to resist, but the sight of his dearest friend fulfilling his most compelling fantasy proved too much, and his own hand reached into his briefs while the other pushed them off. He sighed deeply as he began to stoke himself.

“That’s it love, stroke your cock,” Elle whispered breathlessly. While she knew this was Dan’s favorite fantasy, she, was equally turned on by watching him.

Dan couldn’t help himself as he heard her words and stroked furiously and moaned loudly.

“Oh my god,” he said, unable to contain himself. “Oh my god.”

She gasped at his reaction and grabber a breast as she stroked herself furiously her eyes fixed on Dan as he pleasured himself.

Dan spit into his hand and mixed his saliva with the pre-cum oozing from his cock, stroking himself a bit slower and more deliberately. His other hand grasped his butt cheek as a finger rubbed his perineum and ass. He looked at Elle with lust and love.

Elle pushed her middle and index finger deep into her vagina. She pulled her fingers out and licked them before reaching them back in. Her palm reased her clit as her fingers thrust in rhythm with Dan’s cock strokes.

“My god Dan,” she moaned, a bit surprised about how turned on she was.

He leaned back in the char and stoked himself more vigorously, as his other hand clenched his ass.

Elle watched him intently as she matched his rhythm, her other hand holding her breast.

“Cum for me Dan. Cum for my love,.”

Dan leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes a as his orgasm built and Elle’s built with him.

“Oh Elle… god, Elle, I love you so much,” Dan grunted as cum shot from his cock with a vigor  he never experienced. Elle gasped loudly at the sight of his orgasm and she thrust her hips upwards as her own orgasm washed over her.

“God, Dan my love, “ she screamed as her thighs clasped against her hands and the other hand clenched her breast..

Dan’s hands fell to his sides, and the initial exhaustion turned to exhilaration as he looked over at Elle.

“Thank you Elle.”

“No thank you,” she smiled. “And Dan?”

“Yes?”

“You know better than to doubt me.”

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